#ezracarsonx

[caleb-roman]

Text >> Ezra

Text: i do NOT like that gosip blog

Text: why are they so mean

Text: do you think its one person or a lot of people?

Text: maybe its emery. he's mean.

@ezracarsonx

[caleb-roman]

>>Ezra

Beau: whats a hoodrat?

[caleb-roman]

Beau had been hard at work the past two weeks. Every room in Ezra's apartment was now clean and comfortable and every surface sparkled, so although Beau hadn't yet tackled any significant reno projects, the suite still seemed to have undergone a transformation, right down to the lightly scented sachets tucked into the back of every drawer. Clothes were freshly washed and pressed, and the place had a general feel of home-iness now that made Beau feel satisfied. But just as he was getting everything in his new residence in proper order, it seemed that the tower itself was falling apart. A pot of beef bourguignon was simmering away on the stove, starting to bubble over because Beau had forgotten about it completely. He was out on the couch, watching the news story of Bellamy's arrest on the TV. It had been going for several hours, so he wasn't as horrified as he had been at first, but they kept playing the footage of Bellamy being led out of the tower in handcuffs over and over, and every time Beau got a sick twisting of fear in his gut. This was terrible.. poor Bellamy. What would happen to him? To all of them now? What if everything collapsed? What if Ezra got dragged away to jail too? Beau unconsciously twisted his fingers through the shirt he was wearing - Ezra's, of course - and jumped when the door suddenly opened. "Ezra?!" @ezracarsonx

[druggedupira-blog]

text || ira>>ezra

Ira: heeeeey  Ira: I have a friend who really wants a no strings attached rough fuck and he has a thing for dilfs  Ira: can i introduce you two

@ezracarsonx

[caleb-roman]

Whiskey Hotel Yankee

He'd stayed away - far away - while Ezra had been in the hospital. His conviction and determination to visit the man had lasted only as long as his high, and when that wore off Beau found that his confidence had as well. He didn't know where he stood with Ezra anymore. He didn't know where he wanted to stand with him either. Everything in that drawer was very mixed up and confused, tangled with thoughts and feelings Beau really didn't want to deal with. So he contented himself with keeping sharp eyes and ears out, and plundering the rumor mill for news on the associate's condition. Which was how he knew the moment Ezra was back in his own suite and alone.

Now he made use of the key card he'd made for himself from a copy of Ezra's own and stashed away months ago, letting himself into the apartment. He didn't do it to be rude, or creepy; Ezra was still in pain and Beau just didn't like the idea of making him get up to answer a knock at his door.

He padded through the hallway toward the living room, not troubling particularly to be over-quiet, until he found the man he sought. Beau came to a stop in the doorway, an immediate tightness manifesting in his stomach at the sight of him.

".. Hi."

@ezracarsonx​

[caleb-roman]

After exchanging texts with Ano from the privacy of Ezra's bathroom, Beau needed a few extra minutes to pull himself together. He'd done some crying, but that was nothing a little cold water to the face couldn't fix. He was now officially forbidden from talking to his friends. That hadn't stopped him from sending an immediate WHAT THE FUCK text to Aiden though, and it wasn't going to stop him from continuing in his dedication to taking care of Ezra. It was just going to make everything.. harder. And the stakes much higher. Ano couldn't know, and Beau was determined that he never would. But Ano was at work during the day most of the week and Beau had empty hours and if left to his own devices Ezra would be back to eating cereal and Beau couldn't let that happen.

Brushing his hair back out of his eyes, he flushed the toilet for appearance's sake, washed his hands, and hustled back out into the living room, keeping his steps quiet in case Ezra had fallen asleep again. Seeing that the man was awake though, Beau smiled at him as he trotted past, picking up a pair of discarded socks off the floor and balling them up to take to the hamper later.

"So- feeling in the mood for lunch? You got a lot of options in the fridge I can put together, or I could make a veggie stir fry or something. What sounds good?"

@ezracarsonx

[caleb-roman]

It was-- a lot to process in the very short amount of time since he'd been claimed. Less than 48 hour had passed, and Beau was still reeling. He'd moved all his things upstairs into Ano's quarters, there was a new (pink leather) collar around his neck and a bracelet on his wrist, he was sleeping in a new bed, wearing new clothes, and--

.. and the tattoo.. Daithi's tattoo. Daithi's mark on him. Ano had insisted (lovingly, affectionately, with many kind words to convince and soft touches to wipe away Beau's tears) that it be covered with a new tattoo. Beau's skin was still stinging, but his heart hurt a lot more every time he thought about it. How could he have agreed to that?

Coming out of Ano's apartment now, box in hand because he was bound for one particular cache of special items he wanted to relocate up to his new bedroom, Beau paused when the elevator doors across the way began to open. He assumed it would be Ano, so he was rushing to wipe away the tears that had gathered while he'd been mourning his old master's mark -- but instead, it was Ezra. Whom Beau hadn't expected to see on this floor at all.

The asset blinked a few times, then raised a hand in a little wave. He was still standing in front of Ano's door, new collar plainly visible even if the patch of angry, sore skin beneath his collarbone was concealed by his shirt.

"Hey.."

@ezracarsonx

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