Fuck. Off.

Scott Saunders * 20 * Druggy - And the pills became an addiction for him. Not having them was like giving a child one lick of a cherry lollipop and not letting them have the rest. It was an addiction, and it wasn't going anywhere.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

[londonbauer]

[God. People called her a liar. And melodramatic] Shall I leave? This is clearly awkward for everyone, and I hate to intrude.

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie’s stunned. Well, fuck. He had thought Scott might understand, but apparently, he was wrong. He’s quiet for a few minutes, as Scott and London talk, trying to build up some courage. No more than five minutes ago, Frankie had felt ready to face Belvedere, hand in hand with Scott, not giving a fuck about what they thought. Hell, if he could ignore the harsh words his father had imprinted into his mind, he could ignore them. But he couldn’t, especially not London. Still, he has to try. For Scott. He takes a step forward, putting him back on a level with Scott, though there is still some space between the two males.]

W-well, I guess, if you left… we could, uh, finish what we st-started. [He doesn’t sound anywhere near as confident as he had hoped, stammering away, but he’s trying his best.] I kinda like bein’… [he pauses, a longer pause than usual, his heart hammering in his chest as he forces the words out.] -bein’ on my knees for Scott. [There’s an attempt at a smirk, and he’s proud of himself. At least he’s trying. His stomach is doing somersaults, and he can hear his pulse pounding in his ears, fists clenching at his sides, but damn it he’s still proud.]

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[Scott smirks along side Frankie after he finally stood up for himself. Oddly, Scott was more proud of Frankie being comfortable rather than his offer to stay and "finish what they started". Scott smiled up at Frankie before looking back over at London.]

Good Job, Frankie. [Scott offered Frankie a nod.] 

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

[londonbauer]

[Intellectually, London knows that Scott’s right. Frankie has a lot of fucked up shit in her head, and beyond all this she does like him. She doesn’t want to make his problems worse just because she has a tendency to melodrama.

Not without a slight pout, she shrugs] Nothing to deal with. Whatever. Maybe something went on in there, maybe it didn’t. The really great thing is that I don’t give a shit either way. And before you shit yourself, I won’t fucking talk about it, Frankie. There’s way more interesting stuff to talk about anyway.

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie’s not sure what to say - clearly he’s not fooling anybody with his words, so reluctantly, he drops Scott’s hand - quickly, so it would be easier, like ripping off a band aid - and takes a step away from the male. He didn’t want to, of course, but with London standing before them, he’s terrified. He doesn’t want her to shout again, and he has a fear in the back of his mind that she could hurt them, not just mentally or emotionally.] Nothin’ happened. [He repeats the words, quiet yet determined, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt to distract him from the loss of warmth in his hand from Scott.] I ain’t got a clue what you’re talkin’ about… y’all are both crazy. I-I wouldn’t… I haven’t…

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[Scott looks at Frankie, hurt. And really fucking badly. Frankie had just said earlier that he was comfortable with Scott, and now he is pretending he had nothing to do with him. Scott licks his lower lip and looks back at London, smiling painfully.]

Great... Thanks London. [Scott sniffs and looks down, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip to the point where Scott thinks he's broken skin.] Yeah. It was nothing. Nothing at all.  I must be crazy, thinking up this shit. Fantasizing about a straight guy, huh Frankie? [Scott stepped a bit away from the two.] Thanks. To the both of you. I'm SO fucking glad I have such amazing friends.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

[londonbauer]

Who’s getting testy? Ain’t my business who’s sucking off who. I guess I’m just surprised that Mister I’m-Straighter-Than-A-Fucking-Arrow would even be making out with someone of the male persuasion. Funny. Not like funny ha ha, either. Funny peculiar. 

[frankie--miller]

N-nobody was, sucking, anybody… nothing happened… [He’s trying to lie, but the bright flush of his cheeks is a dead give-away. He’s trying not to hid behind Scott completely, but he’s failing, miserably. His grip on Scott’s hand is tighter than before - maybe he should let go, it might help to make his lie more believable, but he can’t let go. Not now.] We didn’t, uh, do anythin’…

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[Scott's mouth falls open.] Jesus, London, don't you think that was a little harsh? Fuck's sake he is just now getting comfortable and you're going to fuck him up more? [Scott licks his lips.] 

Look can you and I deal with this later? Like... Not in front of Frankie? [Scott looked back at Frankie, hoping he was okay with Scott voicing so much about the situation.]

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

[londonbauer]

[Okay, so the patients at Belv were never very good at subtlety. London herself was one of them, in fact. And on the whole she thinks it’s hilarious, because they get away with so much shit. The sounds coming from the bathroom she almost walks past for example: not exactly muted. Lolling against the wall opposite the door, she wants to wait and see who it was. Mostly so she knows who to laugh at, and who to gossip about. But the door opens and its Frankie and Scott and for a second the smile fades. It takes a sharp bite to the inside of her cheek to remind London not to be stupid, and she throws out a cheeky grin]

Hi guys. You know, call me a Debbie Downer but I find the mental image of some bloke brushing his teeth on another bloke’s John Thomas to be less than exotic. Maybe keep it down next time.

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie grins, happily holding Scott’s hand and walking out of the bathroom with him. In his eyes, this had been progress for him; he had managed to do what he wanted without feeling guilty or utterly hating himself.] Hopefully they’ve got somethin’. I’m freakin’ hungry.

[He chuckles, before London speaks, almost as soon as they step out of the bathroom together. His grip on Scott’s hand tightens, and he takes a small step back, trying to hide behind Scott, at least a little bit.] L-London… I, uh, don’t know what one of those is… and I-I don’t know, um, what y’all are talkin’ about.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[Scott's eyes narrow at London. He knew that she probably followed him or recognized his voice. And as mad as he was, he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed as well.] Well hi there, Miss Nosey. [Scott squeezed Frankie's hand hoping that the other wouldn't run away.]

We were just making out London, don't get so testy. [Scott lied. Hoping he wasn't being too much of an obvious liar.]

[londonbauer]

It's one thing that it's dark half the freaking time--

[londonbauer]

Tell me what’s on yours.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[Scott looks down. He knew what he wanted to say. But he also knew saying those things would only hurt their relationship rather than help.]

I'm a boy. I don't think that much. I think I'm going to head out for a bit. I need a smoke. [Scott begins to walk away debating whether or not to shout "I love you" back at her.]

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

[frankie--miller]

So, I taste pretty good, huh? [It’s cheesy as fuck, but so is Frankie. He grins, before taking Scott’s hand in his own. After what he had just done… he can’t exactly hide it outside of this room. Especially since somebody could have heard them.] Maybe we should get outta here. It might look kinda weird, uh, us hangin’ out in a bathroom in the dark. [Really, he’s not sure what to do. What are you supposed to say to a guy after doing that?] Plus I’m pretty darn hungry now.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[Scott laughs at the joke before rolling his eyes and squeezing the other's hand.]

Well, lets get you out of here and see if the kitchen is working.

[londonbauer]

It's one thing that it's dark half the freaking time--

[londonbauer]

Everyone lies about a lot of things. Not even a psychopath thing, that’s just what people do. 

[scotty-saunders-blog]

Can you not be honest with me, London? Like do you really not trust me that much? Just tell me what's on your mind, for once.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

[frankie--miller]

Uh, well, that’s a… a pretty nice offer, darlin’, but.. but, no. Uh, thanks… [His words are stuttered out eyes wide. Well, that was definitely enough to get rid of his problem. He probably sounds awkward, and if the light were brighter then he would have looked awkward, too. Instead of trying to hide his embarrassment with stammered words, he leans up to peck Scott’s lips gently.] I’m fine, sugar.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[Scott kisses back gently before pulling away]

You taste like my dick. [A laugh]

[londonbauer]

It's one thing that it's dark half the freaking time--

[londonbauer]

What exactly am I lying about?

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[Being happy. Being okay. Liking me?]

A lot of things. I'm your best friend, London, I know when you lie... Or I like to think I do. And don't give me that "I'm a psychopath" shit. I know you too well by now.

[londonbauer]

It's one thing that it's dark half the freaking time--

[londonbauer]

Why wouldn’t I be? Lack of empathy works wonders for your happiness. I just don’t give a shit, man. Do what you want, s’no skin off my nose.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

And what you want is to lie to your best friend?

[londonbauer]

It's one thing that it's dark half the freaking time--

[londonbauer]

Oh, you’re not happy. If you were happy you wouldn’t be here at all. You don’t pop pills for fun, do you?

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[Scott moves off of London, looking down into his lap and biting his lip.] I mean sometimes they are fun... [He mumbles, not wanting the playful banter to fade away.]

You didn't say you were happy either, you know.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie shifts awkwardly, having more trouble than usual getting that to go away. Still, he puts on a grin. Scott knowing would be humiliating, in Frankie’s eyes.] Yeah? Well, I’ll hold ya to that.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

Do you like... Want me to like... [Scott clears his throat.] do anything? To you?

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

[frankie--miller]

[Cowboy… damn it, that always managed to get to him. He’s painfully hard in his scrubs, but he pulls the shirt down to cover it, willing it away quickly. He swipes his finger over his lip and wipes it on his trousers, before nodding to Scott’s question.] You mean… uh, no, n-not really… at first I did, yeah, but they kinda went away. That was… I, uh, I liked that, darlin’.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[Scott laughed a bit.] Well shit, you're welcome to it whenever you want, Frankie.

[londonbauer]

It's one thing that it's dark half the freaking time--

[londonbauer]

I didn’t freak out. I don’t get upset. Abnormal emotional responses and all that. I’d rather you tell me stuff than lie about it like this.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

Pretty sure you yelled at me for wanting Syd or Frankie, London...

That's besides the point. Right? Isn't it? You're happy. And I am happy. You. Are. Happy. [The words left a bad taste in his mouth, he still didnt know how to feel about what she said that one night. He didn't know if she, or him for that matter, was actually happy.]

[londonbauer]

It's one thing that it's dark half the freaking time--

[londonbauer]

Mate, get over yourself. I was just saying. How come you never told me anything? We tell each other everything.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

Well I mean that whole... Uh... Like you freaking out about the way I act, thing.

I kinda thought you'd just get upset... And like... you don't need to be upset.

[londonbauer]

It's one thing that it's dark half the freaking time--

[londonbauer]

…Uh huh. I hear Jason’s hands weren’t the last to be there though.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

Oooh... Jealous?

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

[frankie--miller]

[Frankie tries to swallow, he really does try his best. But his mouth is filling in a way he isn’t used to and he can’t seem to swallow it down so quickly, so when he finally pulls away and stands back up, a little is trailing down from the corner of his lips. He doesn’t notice, however, as he’s still trying to figure out whether he actually likes the taste or not. It’s not too bad, he decides.] I-I did good, huh? [Frankie smiles, a small smile settling on his wet lips.]

[scotty-saunders-blog]

[After catching his breath, Scott pulls his clothes back on an smirks at the other.] You did alright, Cowboy. [Scott winked, knowing the other couldnt see.]

You okay? No... [Scott didn't know how to word it.] bad feelings?