Nightly Rounds || Task Para
Staring: Vincent Croft Mentions of: Colten Mabbitt, Gabriel Fox Location: Colten's apartment Date&Time: 11 September, 2013 | 4:53 am Notes: NSFW and trigger warning material Status: Task para -- Open
Looking over at the clock to read the time, Vincent sat up in the bed he shared with Colten for the last night in the States before leaving to visit back home for a while. It was a crappy way to spend the night, to say the least; lack of sleep from the past few nights had worn him out, and yet he still couldn't find the power to konk out for more than an hour or two at a time. He missed the warmth of a body next to him, this limbs reaching out finding something he hadn't expected. Though the body sharing the room with him was warm and caring, kind and devoted, it wasn't his body. It was misery wrapped up in a flesh package. It was settlement. The taste was bitter in his mouth.
Sitting up, the Brit took his pack of cigarettes of the night stand and swung his legs over the edge of his bed, lighting his lighter with a flick of his thumb, the end of the cancer stick igniting with an inhale, lungs inflating with the smoke, a calming sensation washing over his wracked system. He never expected it to be this hard. Luckily he could actually breakdown, what, with Colten sleeping beside him and all. He wasn't one to crack in front of someone, the fabric of his being held together by only a thread. He was hollow, he was a shadow. He wished going back in time was possible, however, that wasn't the case. This wasn't a fairy tale and things wouldn't end according to plan. This was life, and he had to deal with his choices.
He flicked the end of his cigarette into an ash tray at the corner of the night stand, his lips parting slightly to let the smoke out of his lips slowly, the white puff taking over his pale pink pout.
Thinking, always thinking.
Destroying, breaking himself down into nothingness.
This was the nightly rounds, sex with Colten, a shower, in bed until the sun came up, thinking of nothing other than his mistakes. This relationship was a mistake, his actions were mistakes, his existence was a mistake. And of course, who had he to blame other than himself?
The man shook his head, disgruntled by his own being. He stood, pacing the room as he took another drag from the filtered end of his smoke. Hands running through his hair, his eyelids drooping over his hues. He ached, and not in a good way, his body exhausted from lack of sleep. He couldn't take this anymore, needing to drown it out with something, something more than just the usual 10 cigarettes before a sleeping pill. Something more physical.
Crouching down to pick out his little baggie of white powder out of his black duffel bag, he opened the Ziplock, taking out a card from his wallet from the pants that were tossed on the floor, littering the small room and making it a mess.
Cocaine was now his drug of choice, for obvious reasons, and Colten never denied him the quick fix, knowing somehow the high made things so much better for him, made the tole a little easier to take.
Lining up the white powder on the night stand, 3 lines angled themselves towards the twenty-two year old, the straws from the other night resting on hand. He quickly inhaled, shaking his head from the burn he felt, his nose running just a bit. He wiped it with the back of his hand before diving into the next line, snorting that one and the last in two quick shots, the rush to his head making him smile, forgetting all his troubles just as quickly as that. A few hits and he was off into another realm. And that's how he liked it. His dreams were better this way, he slept better this way. He was better this way.
Even if there was one crucial piece missing.
He sighed and settled back into bed, moving close to Colten, nibbling at his earlobe. "Colten," he mumbled, licking the shell of his ear before biting it again, the younger Mabbitt sibling opening an eye as he wore a smile on his lips. "What do you say to sucking me off?" Vincent asked, whispering the question into his ear. Immediately the other boy was up and nodding, a hint of sleep still in his caramel eyes.
Vincent smiled, laying on his back to pull the other in for a gentle kiss, his head buzzing with slow thoughts, his body wavering in and out of time. "that's my good lad," he cooed, eyes closing as he sunk into a sea of blankets and pleasure, his lips falling prey to his teeth as he held back a groan as Colten's lips parted over his shaft.
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Drifting off to sleep, his mind kept moving at a quick rate, thoughts never ceasing to give him a break for just one night. Nightmares plagued him, and once more, he was up every hour on the hour, calling for the man that would never be there, not ever again.
Falling in and out of consciousness, he continued his trailing dreams, one after another hitting him even her with an ache in his chest, another memory of something from his past, something that he could have easily prevented.
Up again at a quarter to 10 in the morning, he took another hit from his stash, slowly drifting back into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of the day that would never come, the day that Gabe welcomed him back into open arms.
