#;final boy

[gruesomejack]

"Will you stop sniffing me?"

Andy hummed, his nose pressed against the underside of Alex's jaw. The other boy was squirming to get away, but Andy had him locked up, wrapped up in his arms. Smiling against his skin, he kissed down his neck until he found his pulse and lingered there until a soft purple welt was left behind.

"Andy, c'mon! I'm trying to read this-" It actually wasn't that bad. He liked it when Andy got affectionate, but he was so clingy sometimes. Still, he could feel the way his well built arms squeezed around him, and he couldn't help but take it straight to his core. "Are you trying to fuck me?"

Picking his head up, Andy put on a pout, but the amusement was twinkling in the soft blue of his eyes. Tilting his chin, he looked away. "Is that what you think of me? That I'm some... horndog?"

"Yeah." Alex was matter-of-fact about it. Offering him a teasing smile, he shrugged. "You and Jack are the horniest guys I know."

He couldn't have stopped the laugh that came out of him if he wanted to. Andy grinned then, flashing his gapped smile for him. "Maybe I do then?" He mused, "I was actually thinking..."

"That's not good. Every time you think, something bad happens."

Giving Alex a gentle shove, he rested his chin on the boy's shoulder. "Listen, stupid. I was wondering if you ever..." He trailed, trying to think of how to phrase what he wanted to say. "When you like-... You ever have anything come out when you cum?"

What sort of question was that?! Pushing his hand in Andy's face, Alex wiggled out of his grasp and laughed at the absurdity of it. "What's that supposed to mean, man?"

"Exactly what it sounds like!" Andy grinned again and reached out, grabbing Alex by the shoulder and shoving him into the bed to pin him. "It's sort of... a thing. One of the guys on the team told me about it, and I can confirm it's true." He said, "I figured if you've never done it, I could help. You know, because it's sort of... usually something only people with dicks can do."

Alex scowled, his face hot. He didn't need to hear about anything Andy might've done with his stupid girlfriends. Reaching for his wrist, he started to push him off again, but paused as their eyes met. Above him, Andy looked so earnest that it pissed him off. He couldn't deny there was an element of envy when he thought about his body. Although he was happy with the changes he'd been given after starting medication, he found himself daydreaming about being able to do to Rabbit and Andy what they did to him.

"You're an asshole." He said, looking away from him. Squeezing gently at the wrist he held, Alex sighed through his nose. "...How do you do it?"

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Rabbit's fingers were wide and always managed to stretch him out in the best way-- But Andy's were long. They were strong and slender, and maybe in another life he might've been decent at the piano. Inside Alex, they reached far, curling against the deepest part of him. With every slow pump of his wrist, Alex struggled to keep his breaths steady.

"Hanging in there, Prescott?"

Alex let out a half-swallowed noise in return, making Andy smile once again. Lips parting, he started to ask how this was any different from any other time he'd had his thighs parted for him, but was cut off with a shocked gasp. Andy had pressed his fingers against something sensitive, something his own fingers could only brush. It was an intense feeling-- Electric and shooting straight towards his belly button.

Alex hiccuped as it was touched again, rubbed without stopping. He reached for Andy's hand to try and stop him, but was quickly batted away.

"Trust me." Andy hummed softly, his eyes flicking up to look at him. "I know it feels a little strange, but it'll get good, I promise."

Ugh. There was that earnest face again. Red cheeked, Alex offered him a wobbly nod in return. "Okay, just- Fuck!"

Shit. Shit. That feeling over and over again was making his head spin. Lashes fluttering, Alex grasped at the sheets beneath him. He wasn't wrong though-- It was definitely weird, but it was really good. He could feel something familiar burning in his stomach, but there was something new to it too. Pressure. The first moment of it had him panic-- He didn't want to piss the bed. The last thing in the world he needed was to watch Andy strip his sheets and wash everything because he couldn't handle this. "Hey- Andy, you gotta-"

The smile on Andy's face pissed him off. It was like the fucker knew what he was going to say. "Please, Campbell, I-!" Moaning, his hips moved on their own, grinding down against his palm.

"Trust me." Andy echoed, "Let it happen. Don't be so stubborn."

Alex cursed and turned his face, his ears burning. "Fine! Fuck-!" Oh god. His body felt red hot. His fingers dug into the mattress, his back arching. Andy shifted, angling his wrist to really curl against that spot. With his other hand, he drew his hand down Alex's belly and rested his palm just above his pubic bone. What was he doing? What was he- "Andy!" Pressing down there just enough, the hot tight feeling increased to the point of him panting out.

Alex whined and started to squirm, but Andy had him firm. His hand pumped once, twice-- Something in his stomach broke and his vision washed out, white and starry. Alex started to buck and kick, but his body was trembling with the wave moving through him. Just as he thought it peaked, he felt it. Jaw dropping, he cried, reaching for that wrist again and squeezing hard. His body rocked as he spilled, hot and slick. He could hear it, the wet slap of skin. With each push Andy gave, it felt like he felt like a broken pipe, cum dribbling down his arm.

It took him a long moment after Andy finally stalled to open his eyes. He didn't want to look, but when he did, he saw him admiring the milky sheen left along his hand and forearm. Alex hissed softly, peeking between his legs to see the large wet spot he'd left on the sheets, and quickly growing red. Looks like he'd had to strip them down anyway.

Glancing up, Andy found his friend's frustrated face and met it with another grin. "Told you!" He chirped, "Cool, right?"

Alex frowned, but his heart was jumping fondly against his ribs. It was... nice. Everything about it, from the gesture itself to the way it felt. When he wasn't being a piece of shit, Andy was too sweet for his own good. "...I guess."

With his clean hand, Andy reached for his chin and tugged him down into a soft kiss. "Being a horndog come in handy sometimes."

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"ALEX!" Andy was barely out of the car before he was screaming. Crutch under one arm, crossbow under the other, he used his good leg to slam the door shut. "ALEX-" It didn't matter if he was hurting himself out here. Alex wasn't supposed to go out to do this alone-- He was supposed to cool down and wait for him to come back. Over the last few days, he'd texted him over and over. He'd tried calling and even reaching out to Milly, but nothing ever got through. The nail in the coffin was visiting the apartment and finding everything the same as it'd been the day of their fight.

Alex had gone out to face the Jack Rabbit by himself.

"You son of a bitch!" Andy huffed as he moved through the trails, his eyes wide and his hair on end in hypervigilance. He needed to make sure he was okay! He needed to kill him himself! He needed- He needed to apologize. Alex meant more to him than anything else in the whole world and the idea of losing him was tearing him apart from the inside. Finding him and getting him home was top priority-- The second was killing the bastard that started this.

Andy was sweating. He'd been walking in circles for who knew how long. The light hanging around his neck was still bright, but it was starting to irritate his eyes. "ALEX! I know you're out here! Please!" He called and glanced around gin. The only choice left was to try and veer off. There was a creek nearby, and he hoped maybe that could give him some more... direction. Taking in a breath, he stepped off the path to start trudging through the brush.

"ALEX! YOU RAT BASTARD!" He yelled, "AL-" Not more than a few minutes into the woods did his crutch hit a small hill. Before he could catch himself, he went up and then down, landing on his hip on the same side as his bad leg. A whimper slipped out first, like he could try and push through the pain, but within moments, he was hitching. It wasn't just the ache-- It was guilt. It was the way he missed his friend and had to truly accept this might be the end of the line. Alex was gone. He'd probably been killed, for real this time. The Jack Rabbit had torn him to pieces and what was left of his body had burned up in the sun.

Andy let out a sob and threw everything to the ground beside him. Burying his face in his hands, he let himself cry. "Alex..."

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"Bunny!" Alex squirmed against the couch, perfectly overstimulated and pinned into the cushions, unable to get away even if he wanted to. His lungs swelled full with shaky breaths, his face hot enough that he could feel the sweat starting to coat his brow. When Rabbit asked to give him head, he sort of expected the two of them to fumble through it as they figured out what exactly that meant to him. What he got instead was a boy who came at him like he was starving, not an ounce of shame in sight as his lips and tongue roamed everything available to him.

Rabbit was moaning too-- Deep and loud enough to feel it through his bottom growth, making his hips buck and twitch in approval. He sounded like he was really enjoying himself, and Alex confirmed it when he caught sight of brown starry eyes searching for him. Even from this angle he could see the way his nose had gone slick with a mix of the fluid they were sharing. It might've made Alex bashful, but that feeling was trumped by the heavy burn building in his core.

"Fuck- Jack!" Rabbit had gasped against him and moaned again, his voice rumbling and hot. Alex hitched as he watched the boy between his legs seem to seize and shudder, his dark lashes squeezing against his freckled cheeks. And then he... slowed. Tilting his head, Alex propped himself up on his elbows and wiggled his arm free from Rabbit's grasp, moving it to ruffle his fingers through dark curls. "...You okay? What's up?"

Forehead pressed against Alex's thigh, Rabbit's face was hot and red while he tried to even his breathing. Cursing softly, he peeked up, a small grimace crawling across his lips. "...Came."

"Huh?" Brows furrowed, Alex pushed out a soft laugh. "What-"

"I came!" Rabbit's face grew impossibly hotter. His skin was still wet, shiny from where he'd been buried between Alex's thighs. "It-... I dunno, I-"

He came. He came? From giving him head? Alex felt something in his belly reignite. Flashing the boy a cattish grin, he dropped his hand to grab Rabbit by the shirt and tugged him up close. The kiss planted on his lips was hard, pulling a low noise from both of them. "Bunny." He panted and placed a popcorn of wet kisses against his mouth, "You gonna keep going or what?"

Rabbit blinked, his eyes growing wide. Returning Alex's grin, he shoved him back down into the couch.

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ALEX CRUMBS,,,

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Throwing the dirty blanket on the ground, Rabbit plopped himself down in the center of it and dropped his findings on the fabric. Someone had left behind a heavy hunting knife. It felt good in his palm, and it was perfect to gut fish for meals and to slice any mushrooms he found. Spinning it between his fingers, he cursed softly at himself as it knicked one of his knuckles. He quickly set it down and pulled the small cut to his mouth to suck at the blood.

There was also a good handful of wild mulberries and some acorns and pine nuts he collected. The acorns would have to be boiled, but the others would make a pretty decent snack until he could rangle up something for dinner. He'd been putting most of his effort into trying to make the shack in the meadow inhabitable that he'd nearly let himself go hungry. Rabbit stuffed a few of the ripe berries in his cheek and let out a slow, content sigh. As he enjoyed them, he started to clean the dirt off the acorns and separate any of them that looked a little suspicious. Those were tossed back towards the grass-- The deer didn't mind fungus in their acorn, and who was he to deny them that snack?

A rustle in the grass got his attention, his mismatched eyes peeking through long, unbrushed curls. There was a young hare across the clearing, and as the pair made eye contact, he couldn't help but smile a little. He watched the bunny sniff around the area and very carefully tossed one of his berries towards it, humming happily as it moved closer to inspect. Rabbit watched it eat, the red juice staining the fur around its muzzle the same way it stained his fingers. Moving slowly to try and offer another, a crack in the trees sent the bunny running and pushed a nervous shock up his spine.

Rabbit didn't get a chance to scramble up and away when he caught sight of the body moving towards him. A boy-- Maybe around the same age as him? It didn't matter, he didn't want to be found out here. Snatching the knife he'd found, he clutched it in his hands and stared with wide, trapped eyes. His knuckles were white with his grip, his fingers trembling. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. Clamping his mouth shut, he held the knife out in front of him in a silent warning.

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He lost count of how many laps he took. The gallery wasn't huge, but it was big enough to keep his eyes starry and glued to each photo and work of art. He'd never been much of a visual artist himself, so these sorts of displays always brought out a bit of awe and envy in him. Everything was beautiful and interesting-- And even if it wasn't, he didn't have the technical eye to debate it. He was here simply to enjoy.

There was one display in particular that he kept coming back to. It was the crisp, detailed photos of the local woods that caught his attention first. He found himself leaning close to admire each individual feather on a plump, red cardinal. And while he liked that one, it was the other that kept him staring. Two bucks locked together by the antlers-- It was tragic. It left him emotional in a way he couldn't quite put into words. There was nothing but anger, frustration, desperation, and death waiting for them. It was a group of feelings he was far too familiar with to remain comfortable.

Even after leaving the Baker's home and moving into his own apartment, everything they put him through clung to him with a stiff, rigor mortis grip. It'd been two years. He wanted to be happy to be free, but he wasn't really. He was still stuck, and as he stared at the black eyes of the two stags, he could feel his chest tighten.

Rabbit let out a nervous breath and took a half step back. He scanned the other photos under the artist's exhibit, giving the rest of the work another round of admiration before deciding it might be time to go. There was a puppy waiting at home for him to take her out, and he didn't want to disappoint her. Tugging his jacket a little further over his chest, he started to glance towards the exit, only stopping when he realized someone else was eyeing the photos, too.

Rabbit hesitated and then glanced back at the stags. Good art made you emotional, right? And it made him wonder if that piece would haunt him after he left. "Do-... Uh, do you know where I can find the photographer for these?" He asked, "I don't think I can afford buying one, but I dunno if I can go without asking."

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[gruesomejack]

"Campbell!"

Andy peeked up from his food, beer, and paperwork with a wrinkle between his brows. His tired blue eyes met a pair of irritated browns, and immediately, he let them roll. Not Alan. Not now. The man was a pain in his ass and so were his kids. He'd gotten his girlfriend knocked up right out of graduation, and now his twins were on the baseball team. Good riddance; those two little chuckleheads were as bad as their father. Andy, unlike coach Wilson, didn't put up with it, and it made practice and games a yelling match between him and their piece of shit father.

"What's up, Alan?" He asked, pasting a polite smile on his cheeks as the man in question approached him. He was looking rough, like he'd thrown back a few too many drinks and was itching for a fight. Andy sighed. He didn't want to deal with that today, not after the bullshit with his mother he had to go through earlier.

"You quit? You quit on my kids?" Alan slurred, pointing a finger at him. "You're a bastard."

Glancing at the clock above the bar, Andy cocked a brow and frowned. "It's only three and you're fucking wasted, man. Why don't you go home?"

"Don't dodge! You fucking quit!" Alan shoved at his shoulder. "How the fuck are my kids supposed to compete? Get scholarships? We're counting on you!"

Andy furrowed his brow and shook his head. "They'll find another coach. I've got shit to take care of, and I'm not going to stick around just to babysit your snot-nosed brats." He said, his eyes starting to shine. "They're not my problem anymore, and frankly? Neither are you. Why don't you fuck off, Alan?"

Alan blinked before turning a very angry shade of red. Squeezing his fists at his sides, he only hesitated a second before grabbing Andy by the back of his jacket and throwing him on the floor of the bar. He dove down to throttle the man. He threw a punch and then another, the third being blocked by Andy's forearms. "You're a piece of shit, Campbell! You know what you mean to us!" He barked, shoving his hands away and swinging again. "You can't just quit!"

Andy rolled and threw one of his own. "It's my life!" He hissed, "I'm not being pushed around by you people anymore! Fuck you and your shitty kids!" Spitting the blood in his mouth at the man, he tried to scramble away only to get yanked back by the belt. Alan reached for the bar and grabbed the beer bottle Andy had been nursing. He smashed it against the floor and knocked him down again, just barely managed to slash him from his lip and up his cheek before he was being pulled off by the bar tender.

"Nowak! I told you last time if you started anything else, you're banned! Get out of here before I call the damn cops!" He hissed and shoved him towards the door. Watching him stumble out, he glanced down at Andy and helped get him up to his feet. "Fuck, he got you good. Want me to call the squad?"

Andy stumbled and touched his cheek only to hiss. His skin felt sticky with blood, and his fingers were warm and red when he pulled them away. Shaking his head, he let out a slow breath. "No. I'll be fine. Uh-... Sorry." He said softly. Pulling a few bills from his pocket, he handed them over before grabbing his things and slipping out, too.

By the time he got back to the apartment, his jacket was stained around the collar with blood. The side of his face and neck were sticky and red, and his body had taken on a slight tremble. He should've stopped at the ER, but he'd had enough of the public for today. He was sure he had some super glue to fix his face.

Rabbit peeked up from his spot on the couch next to Alex when he heard the door unlock and open. The smile that had pulled across his face immediately fell at the sight of Andy, his breath hitching in his chest. Setting the book in his lap aside, his eyes tracked him as he moved into the kitchen and started to dig around in the drawers. "...What happened to you?"

"Bar fight." Andy cursed and shoved the drawer closed. Moving to the next one, he shuffled around through the contents. After a second, he buckled and nearly sunk to the ground, just barely keeping himself up by holding onto the counter. "Come look for the superglue. I gotta.. I gotta sit down."

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"You really think it's safe for me to bring the kids out here with that wacko on the loose?" Andy was leaned against a tree, his thumb in his mouth as he bit at a hangnail. His eyes were moving over the lush greenery-- It was gorgeous and this place used to be great when they were kids, but with the recent murders and talk of a serial killer lurking about, it brought him the heebie-jeebies rather than a sense of adventure. Glancing at Alex, he dropped his hand to fold his arms against his chest. "We can't all be as batshit insane as you and hang out in the deep woods for fun. -- That cougar shot was nutty, and you know it."

Hanging out with Alex on the weekends had been part of his regular schedule since high-school. It took a little lapse when during his brief stint in the league, but the second he was back home again, it fell right back into place. It was a little strange! The disappearance of a mutual friend had been what brought them together-- They didn't really have a bunch in common outside that, but despite it, talking to him came naturally. They'd gone from a pair of kids that felt obligated to mourn together to whatever this was now. Andy wouldn't give the other man the pleasure of knowing it because it'd be used to tease him ruthlessly, but Alex was his best friend.

Andy opened his mouth to say something else, but paused. Through the trees, past where he could see, he could hear the baying of a hound. It was too early for deer hunting season, wasn't it? Unless some dick was out breaking the law-- Which wasn't entirely surprising. Deep enough in here, nobody could really keep track of what you're trapping. And if you were skilled enough to clean your own game, nobody would ever know. The dog bayed again, and the group of quail the two of them were setting up to photograph immediately hurried for the brush. Pursing his lips, he frowned. "Sorry, bud." He said softly, "Maybe we can find something else for you to get some pictures of?"

The crunch of leaves had his attention pulling. The dog made its appearance near the treeline, but it wasn't what had him freezing. Following behind was a looming figure in a white rabbit mask. Andy watched his heavy steps and felt a hard shock run up his spine. Skittering closer to Alex, he smacked him gently on the back and forced his face towards the trail. "WE'RE SO DEAD. IF HE SEES US, WE'RE DEAD. THAT'S HIM." He whisper-hissed. "That's-" The witness accounts were right. He had to be close to seven feet, and that mask was terrifying, knowing the person behind it was out looking for blood. "We gotta GO. RIGHT NOW."

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