;; you're mine, not theirs -au-
"No matter what they say, you'll always belong to me." Garrick Caldwell and an anonymous owned a rather dodgy location at the edges of London; shallow, suburban buildings embraced the streets and they weren't even anything nice to look at, not even in the evening. -- --He hadn't really wished for a lifestyle like this one; none of them had but, supposedly, it had something to do with his past; how horribly his father had treated his mother. It had set Garrick off to what he was today; a professional criminal and wanted by the police, by the government though, he was a master of disguise, one to look out for and everyone knew that. Everyone had to fear him, except that one boy. As he made his way through the rain towards Victoria Close, hood slid over his thick curls and hands dug deeply into the pockets of his parka coat; the cold had already seeped through and when he pushed through the door of his business, a rather comforting warmth came about him and he could, already, feel a boy tugging at each arm, asking him to come and have a pleasurable night with him though, he shrugged them off. "No, go to work," Garrick ordered, heading towards the back area and finding the one person he was looking for; Jace. Slowly and quietly, Garrick made his way over towards the boy and slowly slid his arms around his waist; leaning down to bury his face in the other's neck and pressing a light kiss to the skin. "Hello, beautiful," he whispered against the warm flesh; much in contrast to his own before smiling and pulling back. "Anyone asked for you?"
