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thiiink about it okay- you know exactly how to write Julian, you have a Colt expert on hand 🙂‍↕️

walk with me, we’re going somewhere beautiful: Colt filming in Thailand post-TFG, going to Julian’s boxing club to burn steam when he’s not needed on set but still struggling with his chronic pain, Julian taking note and helping him out, Colt being dragged to some pleasure house by the stunt crew after revealing that he and Jody never really got back together, Julian seeing Colt looking like a lost puppy-

Tell me you see the vision <3 🪱

When I tell you this thing NEVER seemed to end... fucking God this is 8623 words total. These bitches are SO sweet to each other and Julian is #whipped for the golden retriever in his city.

Colt was tired.

They had just wrapped up filming for the day and the only thing he wanted to do was crash in bed in his hotel room.

God, he has an actual bed to sleep in. Fuck, his back is gonna be so grateful for a night's rest on an actual soft and warm surface.

When he arrived at the hotel, he tiredly waved and smiled at the receptionist as he walked to the elevator. Fuck stairs. His back is done for the day.

walk with me, we’re going somewhere beautiful: Colt filming in Thailand post-TFG, going to Julian’s boxing club to burn steam when he’s not needed on set but still struggling with his chronic pain, Julian taking note and helping him out, Colt being dragged to some pleasure house by the stunt crew after revealing that he and Jody never really got back together, Julian seeing Colt looking like a lost puppy.

Colt was tired.

They had just wrapped up filming for the day and the only thing he wanted to do was crash in bed in his hotel room.

God, he has an actual bed to sleep in. Fuck, his back is gonna be so grateful for a night's rest on an actual soft and warm surface.

When he arrived at the hotel, he tiredly waved and smiled at the receptionist as he walked to the elevator. Fuck stairs. His back is done for the day.

Getting thrown around for 7 hours straight did that to him, it seemed.

Colt used to be able to go for hours at stunting. But now? Fuck, he could barely get through a few hours without needing pain meds.

The elevator opened for him, and Colt walked into it with a little sigh.

He slumped against the side wall as he pressed the button to his floor.

The elevator doors closed softly and rose several floors before they opened again.

Colt dragged his feet down the hall and barely got the key into his hands before he slumped against the wall beside to his door.

It took him a few tries, but the door finally opened and he shuffled through before closing it behind him.

He sighed as he dropped his key on the side table next to the bed, and then flopped down flat on his back.

He needed to sleep for a bit before going out to eat dinner somewhere.

Everyone usually hung out after filming, but right now Colt had zero energy and told everyone to just go without him.

Dan wasn't happy to see him go, but he knew that Colt needed the rest so he just gently patted his back and said "Get some sleep, man."

Colt didn't even want to think about Jody…

He rolled onto his side, pulled his feet up and kicked his boots off.

Jody had been ignoring him for a little while now. They had had a good run after Ryder's whole… thing, but it ended sooner than Colt thought it would— honestly he didn't think it would end.

Jody was still get angry about Colt not speaking to her for a year after his injury. Colt always profusely apologized when she brought it up, but all she did was shake her head a little at him… Tell him to not bother with it— say it didn't matter anymore even though she was still pissed at him.

Jody was trying to move on from her anger, and Colt didn't want to add to it.

When Dan said they had stunts to do for a new film, Colt was happy to go, but he'd have to be away from Jody for at least a few months.

All Jody did when Colt told her he had to go was nod. She had been writing a new script at the time, and Colt wondered if maybe he should've told her another time.

Jody had called him a few weeks ago, right after he had left like he said he would, enraged at him for leaving without saying anything.

She had been on her way to a new film set herself when she called and told him to not bother texting or calling her while he was filming in Thailand with Dan. Jody said that she didn't care for his excuses when he tried explaining, and that they'd talk when they saw each other next.

Jody had hung up before Colt could even begin to explain, and he's been in a slump ever since.

Colt sighed again, shuffled under the sheets and passed out a few minutes after closing his eyes.

When he woke up, the sunlight outside was dimmer and the neon glow of stores pierced through the window and half-closed blinds.

Colt rolled out of bed, stood with a little stretch. He didn't feel too much better than when he fell asleep, but it'd have to do for now.

Colt grabbed his boots, threw them on with a grunt, and walked over to his luggage.

He pulled out his bottle of Advil and took 3 of them. He'll have maybe 8 hours worth of a more tolerable pain with that in his system.

Colt left the room, remembering to grab his key after walking towards the door without it the first time.

He went through the hotel still a bit tired, but now hungry.

When he walked out onto the street, a wall of sound hit him from all directions. It was almost like being back at home in the States.

Everyone was talking, walking, pointing, doing something. It was brighter out on the street than in his room, so he followed the signs and found a small restaurant to eat in that looked quieter.

Sue him, he wanted some quiet after a long day of pain.

Colt was seated within a minute of walking into the restaurant, and got his food in about 10 minutes. He already loved this place.

Colt nearly inhaled his plate so fast he choked multiple times, but it was just so damn good.

He paid when he finished and thanked the server softly before leaving.

Back out on the street, he wandered for a bit, just looking at stores and stretching his legs. Colt didn't have a destination in mind, he just had a lot more energy to spend now that he'd eaten and the Advil had kicked in.

A building came up on his right and he stopped on the sidewalk for a moment before continuing towards it. It was a gym. A big one. Seemed like an arena, but he wasn't sure.

Colt looked around, there weren't a lot of people in this area and he couldn't hear anything beyond the doors.

Ehh, why not? He thought and pulled open one door and quietly walked in.

He was right, it was a gym. A huge open space with an arena set in the center.

It was dim in the room, just a few lights on the ceiling way above. Colt walked through the entrance room that was bathed in blue light and towards the opening doors leading to the gym, keeping his hands in his pockets as he went.

He stood in the doorway, just looking around. How was no one here and the doors were open?

He shrugged a little in response to his own question, and walked in the room quietly. Even though he tried to dampen the sound of his steps, they still echoed off the walls loudly.

Colt stopped at the side of the arena, just looking at it. There were bleachers on either side of the room, facing the ring. Wonder what kinda fights happen in here… Colt moved towards the other door in the room— the one on the opposite side of the entrance.

He moved a bit slower this time, hoping that he wasn't trespassing, because God forbid Dan had to bail him out of jail— He'd never live it down.

Someone else's footsteps echoed from the opposite side of the door he had been moving towards, and Colt froze.

Oh, shit. He's gonna get thrown out of here, isn't he? Oh good, he's fucked and Dan will never stop laughing at him.

In his internal fight or flight deciding now would be a good time to make itself known, the doors opened and a man walked in the gym.

He froze when he saw Colt just standing there like an idiot, clear panic written on his face.

"Hello," The man said with a little confusion written on his face. His hands were down at his sides and he was wearing a plain shirt and jeans.

"Uhh…" Good start Colt, "Hi." Colt was going to die of embarrassment. Are you fucking kidding me? That's it? That's all you have to say to this guy?

The man stared at him a moment with a tilt of his head, like he was just plain confused. Colt couldn't blame him for that.

"I'm sorry." Colt said suddenly, "This is a gym, right?" He pointed over his shoulder, "'Cause the ring…"

The man nodded after he looked at where Colt was pointing.

Oh good, he's quiet too.

Colt nodded a little, "Oh, okay so I wasn't wrong…" He trailed off and looked down at his feet, "I'll uhh—"

He went to turn around and leave and never show his face anywhere near this place again when the man spoke. "Why you here?"

Colt turned back and looked at him. Oh okay, he speaks. Colt shrugged a little and said, "Wanna work out, I have a lot of energy."

The man nodded in response and then turned back towards the door he'd come from, "Follow." He motioned to the door with his head and pulled it open.

He didn't give Colt much time to move before the door was swinging closed again.

Colt just barely made it through the door before it shut, and then they were walking down the hallway together almost side by side.

"I'm Colt, by the way," He spoke up when he realized the other guy wasn't going to make conversation. May as well introduce yourself if you enter someone's space, right?

The man nodded and took a right turn down a different hallway. Colt struggled to turn in time with him. "Julian."

Colt looked away from the end of the hallway and towards the man— Julian. "Nice to meet you." Colt said with a little smile. It was polite and awkward.

Julian looked over his shoulder at Colt, seeing the smile on his face, not able to return it but pleased to see it. This might be the most pleasant interaction he's had with someone in a long time.

Julian stopped in front of a door almost suddenly, nearly making Colt walk into him.

Colt mumbled an apology under his breath and took a little step back.

Julian almost smiled at that, and turned the door handle of the room.

He stepped in easily and held the door open a little for Colt.

The room wasn't large, but it had a bag hanging from the ceiling, weights and a few chairs.

Colt was right, this place was a gym, just… deconstructed.

Julian walked over to a couple of lockers in the corner of the room, opening one and pulling out some hand wraps. "Here."

Colt took the wraps from his hands, and before Julian could begin to explain what to do, Colt started expertly wrapping the fabric over and across his hands.

Julian closed the locker with a little click, trying to hide his impressed look.

Colt walked over to the bag, hands now wrapped up and stretched just a little before starting.

Julian leaned against the lockers, just watching this man hit the bag with precision. He was good, definitely knew what he was doing, but something about his form was… off.

Julian watched for a few minutes, before moving closer to Colt.

He walked his legs for a minute, checking Colt's weight distribution, found nothing wrong and moved his eyes up.

There. "You're hunched." Julian said just loud enough between Colt's hits.

Colt paused but kept his hands up at the ready. "Hmm?"

Julian moved to stand at Colt's side, mimicking his position and then pulling his shoulders back at bit to make himself stand a bit taller. "Hunched… it'll hurt you more, not as strong too."

Colt nodded to Julian and tried to fix his posture. Something in his back pulled a little and he paused a moment as he grimaced at the flare of pain.

He moved to correct his stance anyways and then went back to striking the bag.

Colt's posture was better but now he was really feeling his back muscles pull sharply with every reach towards the bag. Shit. He had taken pain meds too.

Julian kept watching for a bit. Something was wrong with this guy, but he couldn't tell. Julian didn't know this guy either, so God only knows what his tells are for when something's wrong.

Colt striked the bag at just the wrong angle with his shoulder and his upper back muscle yanked harsher than before. He grunted in response and before he could continue a hand shot out to grab the closest wrist.

"You're injured." Julian said. It didn't sound accusatory, but it was blunt.

Julian's eyebrows were furrowed a bit as he watched Colt's posture hunch again as he tried to relieve the tension in his back. "You shouldn't be doing this." That may have sounded a bit more accusatory— it sounded bad even to himself but it was true.

Colt sighed as he turned a bit more towards Julian. "I'm not."

Julian faced Colt in response and watched the line of tension in his shoulders. Colt was breathing a little heavily from exertion and then wincing with every exhale.

"I'm not injured," Colt said again more firmly, "Just my back." He tried to shrug at Julian but stopped halfway through and placed a hand on his opposite shoulder to massage the ache. It didn't help, but the pressure felt nice.

Julian's eyes scanned Colt still, not liking how this guy was treating his body. He couldn't fight this way. What good would training do in this state? Julian couldn't understand what the hell this guy was thinking for the life of him.

Colt took Julian's silence as an initiative to explain more. "…I got injured last year." Colt started quietly as he fidgeted with the wraps around his hands, "Had a spinal fusion."

Julian's eyes widened a bit. Last year? That isn't a long time ago. "That's it?"

Colt looked up in confusion and dropped his hands at his sides. "What's it?"

Julian blinked at Colt, willing him to understand. Colt didn't. "…It's only been a year since surgery?"

Colt nodded a little, confused why this was so important to Julian.

Julian crossed his arms and looked from the bag to Colt. "You shouldn't be anywhere near here." He said with a shake of his head.

Colt tilted his head a bit with a, "What?"

Julian huffed at Colt, "Hands." He brought up one of his own hands, waiting for Colt to bring his forward.

Colt did so in confusion, and watched as Julian carefully undid the wrapping around his hands. "What are you doing?"

Julian pulled the wrappings off completely and walked back over to the locker, opening it, neatly folding the fabric up and placing it on a shelf inside before closing the door again.

"You're injured." Julian said again, waiting for Colt to understand what he's saying.

Julian faced Colt again and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm not… I just said that, right?" Colt said.

Okay… time to talk. Julian thought and sighed to himself. "You're only a year post-op, you shouldn't be doing this much physical activity."

Colt placed his hands on his hips, "What are you, my doctor now?" Who's this guy think he is— telling him what he could and couldn't do.

Julian shook his head in response. "You have to be careful." He said quietly with an almost sad look in his eyes. "You could make it worse."

Colt looked across the room and spotted the chairs. He sighed and walked over to them.

He dropped down into one of the folding chairs and said, "I'm not going to make it worse." He shrugged and leaned back in the seat. "I'm a stunt guy anyways, it's my job to get tossed around."

Julian was baffled now. Stunts. "Are you working right now?"

Colt nodded, a look of pride suddenly taking over his face. "Yeah! We're filming a movie here in the city, I actually got off work a few hours ago."

Julian was actually going to explode. He's been angry before at other people's stupidity, but this was a different kind of anger. How the fuck is that guy so… stupid? Colt is clearly nice. So why the fuck is he not treating his body kindly?

Julian breathed in deeply and exhaled a sigh as he walked over to the chairs and sat in one across from Colt. "Your back is hurting right now."

Colt nodded. "Yeah, it just tugs sometimes, it's not always so bad. I did take something for it earlier. I just figured it'd be cleared up more than it is." He slumped a bit more backwards in his seat, sliding his legs forward to try to find a position comfortable for his back.

Julian watched him move, brows furrowed and his eyes dark. "You took something for pain… and then trained." He paused. "…And now you're surprised you're hurting more."

Colt put his hands in his lap and looked at the man sitting in front of him. "…Uhh, I guess?"

Colt looked towards the door to the room and then back at Julian.

Julian saw how his eyes flickered from place to place. He's getting uncomfortable. Julian didn't want that, he just wanted this guy to understand that pushing his body past its limits isn't going to help.

"Come on," Julian stood from the chair and held out a hand to pull Colt up.

Colt took Julian's hand after a moment of looking at it. It was softer than Colt thought it'd be, Julian must wrap his hands a lot to protect them.

Colt was pulled up to his feet and he said "Thanks" shyly to Julian before they both walked towards the door together.

Julian walked through first like before, Colt following after him.

It took him a second to notice, but Colt realized Julian was walking slower than before. He had been wondering why his lower back hadn't been straining as much. That's awfully kind of him.

They walked together in silence back to the gym, through the entrance room and out the front door.

Colt had expected Julian to turn around after leading him to the entrance, go on with his night, but no; Julian walked with him outside and stopped in front of the doors next to Colt.

"Go get some rest," Julian nodded at Colt, "It won't cure anything, but it'll help." His voice had grown softer as he spoke to Colt, and he put his hands in his pockets.

Colt smiled at Julian in response. "Thanks for putting up with me," He tried joking.

Julian's head snapped back towards him. He had been watching the streets around them, flicking his eyes back and forth and scanning everyone. "You're not a bother," Julian said sincerely and then turned back towards the gym.

The door opened and closed gently behind him.

Colt stood there, looking at the door in shock. 'Not a bother'… Julian doesn't know enough about him to be saying that.

Colt took one last look at the gym, mentally cataloging its look and location just in case, before turning and walking back towards the hotel.

He was bone-tired by the time he reached his room again, and went through the motions of getting ready for bed.

Colt threw on some sweats and called it a night, flicking off the lights and getting under the covers.

He hadn't been out for very long, but he was incredibly sore and was wondering if he was going to regret all that he did in the morning

Colt was lucky they had the following day off. He'd be using that time to recover from being thrown around… and maybe from overdoing it through exercise.

He couldn't get Julian out of his head. This random man who offered him a place to train and gave advice. This random man who seemed concerned by his actions and job. This random man who helped him up from his chair and walked slowly to give Colt room to breathe.

Shit. Why was he thinking about this guy instead of sleeping?

Colt turned on his side, shuffled further under the covers of his bed, and closed his eyes firmly.

Eventually, his brain started to relax and then his body followed. Colt slept for maybe 10 hours before he woke up the next morning.

The sun was already up but not too high in the sky. It was clear skies so it was brighter in his room than he would've liked, so he squinted as he looked at the clock on the side table.

10:14 A.M.

Colt slept later than he intended, but he had the day off, which he reminded himself before he started to panic about missing work.

He reached for his phone on the stand and saw three new text messages.

One of them was from Jody, sent last night.

The other two were from Dan, sent this morning just a little after 9.

Colt checked Dan's texts first. They were simple, "how you feeling?" followed by "Going to a club later with the crew as a break, want to come?"

Colt sighed and mentally checked whether or not he'd have the energy to go out today.

He was right last night when he wondering if he was going to regret working out in the morning. He did regret it… but he also didn't. How else would he have spoken to Julian?

Why is he still thinking about him? Colt shook his head to get rid of that train of thought and responded to Dan with a simple, "I'm okay, and we'll see later."

He sent the text and hesitated before pressing on Jody's messages.

It was a single text saying something that Colt hoped to never hear, "I'm done."

Colt sat there, staring at the phone in his hands and then dropped it on his chest. He stared at the ceiling, wondering what to do.

Maybe she was joking? I mean, she's been made before… maybe she's just angry right now? Colt thought, but he knew she was being serious in his heart.

Colt rolled onto his other side, towards the window this time, and felt tears well up in his eyes.

He pulled his phone up again and wrote back, "Okay."

What else could he say? He knew Jody was done with him now. He couldn't win her back anymore.

Colt shut his phone off, left it on top of the sheets beside his hand, and cried quietly to himself as he listened to the streets outside come alive for the day.

Colt sat there for a long time, to the point his head hurt from crying and congestion.

He wiped his eyes after trying to take a few breaths, and reached over to grab a tissue.

After clearing his nose, Colt picked his phone up again as he sat up in bed.

His back was still sore, his shoulder blades especially were irritating him. He really shouldn't have tried working out…

Colt turned his phone back on, and saw Dan had responded to him. "Come on! Let's do something fun, man," was Dan's text.

Colt thought about it a moment. He could either sulk in bed all day or he could hang out with the crew and Dan at a club… Dan would be way more fun and wouldn't let Colt be miserable.

Shit.

He typed back, "Alright, what time?"

Dan responded within minutes. Colt had only just gotten up from the bed and brushed his teeth without any real effort when his phone buzzed.

"Probably around 5, I'll pick you up," Dan wrote and Colt replied with an "Okay."

Colt didn't do much the whole day, just waiting for the time for Dan to pick him up to roll around.

He flicked through channels on the TV and then ate something down at the restaurant he had been to the night prior for lunch… God, it was still so good.

Dan pulled up in front of the hotel around 4:30 in one of the cars being used by the crew, and Colt hopped in.

He slumped into his seat and Dan gave him a look as he drove off. "What's wrong?"

Colt sighed and tried not to cry in front of his best friend. "Jody… Jody broke up with me."

Dan looked over in shock, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, man." He shook his head and looked over the street he was driving down. "You sure you wanna come out?"

Colt nodded a little with a half-hearted thumbs up, "'Course man."

Dan gave him another look, scanning his face for half a second and then turning back towards the road. "Alright, but we'll leave whenever you want." There was no room for debate in his tone, so Colt just hummed in response.

The ride overall was quiet, just the two of them watching people walk around outside and the radio was on— though it was more of a hum.

They pulled up in front of their destination after about 20 minutes, and they hopped out of the car at the same time. Closed the doors at the same time too. They've always been in time with each other, it's why they worked so damn well together.

Colt will always be grateful for and to Dan. He's not sure why the man puts up with him— Seriously, Colt abandoned everyone after his injury, and Dan just went back to being buddies with him a year and a half later like nothing happened. Like Colt didn't majorly fuck up. Maybe Dan should've gotten rid of him like Jody just did last night… Be rid of this burden Colt calls friendship.

Dan looked at him as they walked to the entrance of the building, "You good?"

Colt gave a half shrug and waved a hand to dismiss Dan's concern, "I'm good. Just sore." He wasn't exactly lying, just only telling part of the truth.

Dan gave him a once over, nodded a little and said "Let's go have fun" with a pat to Colt's shoulder.

Dan walked in first, and found their crew members all across the club. Some were dancing, others were singing terrible karaoke… like, incredibly bad… it was painful, and others were just lounging in their seats with drinks.

Colt followed Dan to a booth and slid into a seat.

Some of the other crew members said hello to him, but for the most part he sat quietly and took the drink Dan offered him.

Colt looked around the room. There were some women who clearly worked for the club dancing in some men's laps across the room from him, so he turned away from that and found himself looking at Julian.

Wait, what?

Why is he here?

Colt stared at the man for a minute without blinking before dropping his down to his drink. As he stared at the alcohol, he wondered if he was about to do something stupid.

Colt partially listened to the conversations happening around him, replying when someone asked him something, but otherwise keeping to himself and drinking from his bottle.

He glanced up a moment, finding where Julian was again and saw the man sitting quietly alone, just watching the streets outside with a bottle in front of him.

Wonder what he's doing here…

Dan saw where Colt was looking, saw the man his friend was eyeing and then turned back to Colt. "Go talk to him."

Colt whipped his head back to Dan, "What?"

Dan rolled his eyes at Colt, "Come on, you like him, so go!" He pushed at one of Colt's shoulders in emphasis.

Colt felt his face redden a bit from being called out so easily. "I can't… I don't want to bother him." He said quietly.

Dan looked at him a moment, a look of contemplation on his face. "Dude, you got your heart broken last night, go have fun."

Colt sighed at Dan's words. He could go over to Julian… Dan didn't even know he's met the guy before and he's directing Colt to Julian. Dan's a good friend…

Colt nodded his head after a minute of thinking, "Alright, you win."

Dan cheered and clapped a hand on his shoulder again, "Go get him."

Colt got up from the table, taking his beer with him— why not?— and made his way over to Julian.

The man from the boxing club didn't look away from the window, just staring resolutely outside with a blank expression.

Colt reached his table, footsteps masked from the sounds of the club, and knocked lightly on the table in greeting. "Hey…" He said softly with a little smile. He fidgeted with his beer as he waited for Julian to look at him and respond.

Julian's head turned towards him, body stiff until he saw that it was Colt. "Hello…" He replied quietly, and the motioned to the seat across from him with a hand.

Colt took the invitation and sat with a shy smile. He looked down at his beer again and started pulling the sticker off of it.

Julian watched him curiously. Colt was so shy this time. What happened to all that confidence from yesterday?

Julian leaned forward a bit across the table and looked at Colt, "What's wrong?" It was asked quietly, and with genuine concern.

Colt was surprised to hear Julian speak first, let alone ask how he was. He recovered after a moment and replied, "Nothing…" He shrugged and he added, "My girlfriend broke up with me yesterday."

Julian just nodded a little in response, not sure how to reply.

Colt continued to fill in the absence of Julian's voice, "I was asleep when I got the text. She just said she was done and that was it." There were tears starting to well up in his eyes, and Julian felt out of depth as he watched a tear hang onto Colt's lashes for a moment before dropping down and hitting the table.

Julian looked at the tear drop on the table and then back at Colt's face, "She just… texted?"

Colt nodded and raised a hand to wipe his face, "Yeah… we had a fight before I left for work— and she left for work too— and she told me not to text or call her." Colt sniffled but continued, "I had told her I had to leave for work and she nodded, so I thought she knew— that she heard me. Apparently she didn't and was pissed when I left… Maybe I shoulda waited to tell her, not interrupt her as she was working." Colt cleared his throat as he finished talking and then took a sip of his drink.

As Colt turned his head to look out of the window and away from Julian, Julian's eyes were widened in shock.

How do you fuck up a relationship with this guy? Julian wondered. And to text to say you're breaking up… shit.

Julian cleared his throat, grabbing Colt's attention and making him turn his head back at him. "She ignored what you had to say, yelled at you when you tried explaining, and ignored you again while you're at work but decided to text you to break up… Is that right?" He was trying to control his temper, so he took his hands off the table and put them in his lap. They were clenched to the point he could feel his nails digging into his palms, but he used the pain to focus.

Colt nodded with a little, "Yeah…" His head was hung lower and his shoulders were slouched forward. He looked like a total mess. He knew it too.

Julian stood from his seat, taking his drink with him and said, "Follow me."

Unlike in the gym, he waited for Colt to stand too and follow with his own drink in hand.

Julian strided through the club like he owned the place and Colt followed close behind. Dan caught Colt's eye and winked a him with a little smirk.

Colt couldn't help the little smile he had on his face, but turned away from Dan and watched Julian's back.

Julian went to the back of the building, further from the entrance and then looked over his shoulder to look at Colt a moment, and then went through a door down the end of a narrow hallway.

There was a set of stairs behind the door and Julian motioned his head at them before climbing them with Colt behind him.

Colt closed the door behind himself and ascended the stairs.

When they reached the top, there was another door that Julian opened. Something akin to an apartment is what Colt looked into before standing inside the flat.

He looked around a little. There was a kitchen, living room, bedroom, and bathroom. All decently sized and well decorated.

Colt looked at Julian, saw the man already watching him with his hand shoved in his pocket and a beer in the other before he spoke, "What is this?"

"An apartment," Julian said in an almost joking tone. He glanced around and then walked over to the couch, sat down with his back straight and his hands now on his lap, beer cradled gently between his palms. He added with a more serious tone after a moment, "…A second flat for me."

Colt nodded a little and then walked over to the couch too, sitting on the other side of the short couch and turning slightly to look at Julian.

He kept picking at the beer label and then softly asked, "Why are we here?"

Julian put his drink down on the table and looked at Colt. "Thought you'd want quiet."

Colt looked up at Julian. He was grateful for Julian's thoughtfulness. Colt had been trying to hide his tears downstairs from everyone, and now Julian has offered his home to him so Colt could relax.

"Thank you." Colt said with a small, tearful smile. "You didn't have to…"

Colt shook his head a bit, "I don't want to bother you." He sniffled to try to stop himself from crying again, "I should go…"

Colt went to stand, embarrassed and ashamed of himself for forcing this man to deal with his tears and pathetic emotions, but a hand around his wrist stopped him.

Julian looked at him gently, "You can stay." He didn't move his hand, but he glanced down at where he was holding Colt's wrist. "It's why I offered— to help."

Colt looked at Julian with surprise, eyes a little wide and turned his body a bit more towards the man. "But why…? I don't understand. I've been a mess the whole time."

Julian's hand tightened a little on Colt's wrist. It wasn't painful, just more pressure. "I want to help. I just do." He tried to tell Colt. It was hard speaking this way, if at all, but Julian wanted to try for Colt.

Colt turned fully towards Julian, slumped sideways on the couch, and just looked at Julian. "You're really nice to me." He said after a moment of silence.

Colt placed his drink down and then brought his hand on top of Julian's. He didn't look up at Julian, worried he was crossing a line.

Julian didn't move, just watched how their hands laid on top of the other's for a moment before he said, "I want to help." It was said with more conviction, especially on the word 'help'. Was Julian trying to say something…?

Colt looked up at Julian's face and only saw a quiet determination. Colt saw how Julian's jaw clenched repeatedly, like he was fighting with himself over whether or not to speak.

Colt rubbed his thumb back and forth across the back of Julian's hand, feeling the soft and warm skin reverently.

Julian's knuckles were scarred and Colt brought his other fingers over to drag across his knuckles.

Julian didn't say anything, but his other hand clenched a little on his lap.

Colt saw the motion out of the corner of his eye and started to pull away from Julian's hand. "Oh… I'm sorry, I shoulda asked."

Julian shook his head 'no' quickly and his other hand that had just been clenched came up to grasp Colt's as he moved away and push it back down onto Julian's other hand.

Julian tried to speak to reassure Colt, but couldn't find the words. This was becoming more than he had the capacity to handle… at least verbally.

Julian swallowed slightly and stood again, taking hold of Colt and pulling him too.

"This way?" Julian asked as he looked at the bedroom doorway, glancing from it to Colt, letting him make the decision.

Colt squeezed Julian's hands a bit and then said, "Okay." He nodded and looked at the doorway himself, smiling slightly as Julian pulled him along to the bedroom.

Julian was gentle, more mindful of pulling on his arms than anyone ever had been. Guess he remembered Colt's shoulders and back hurting from yesterday.

Colt was guided to the bed, but given room to sit down himself.

Julian stood above him for a moment before ducking his head down a bit, almost timidly. "Your back still hurting?"

Colt was surprised by the question but answered with a little, "Yeah…"

Julian nodded. "I can help." He backed up a step from the bed, gave Colt some room. "Shirt off?"

Colt wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind, and then did what Julian asked.

Julian watched him without blinking, and then when Colt's shirt was over his head and at his side, he said, "Go on your stomach."

Colt shuffled backwards on the bed and the flipped onto his stomach, using his hands as a head rest and turning his head a bit to the side and back to look at Julian. "Whatcha planning?" He asked a little cheekily.

Julian stepped closer to him again and then sat on his knees at Colt's side. The sheets moved with him a moment before settling, and Julian smoothed them out.

Julian sat on the side that Colt had turned his head towards, so his neck wasn't straining as much anymore.

Julian reached across Colt's back and laid both hands on either sides of his shoulder blades. "Where's it hurt most?"

Colt sighed as he felt how warm Julian's hands were. Still soft like yesterday…

"My shoulder blades and my lower back… near the scar." Colt said and pointed at them with one hand behind his back. He brought both hands beneath his chin and then laid completely flat against the bed aside from his head being turned a bit to the side to breathe.

"Okay." Julian replied and put some pressure just beneath Colt's shoulder blades.

Colt groaned at the feeling, damn that felt nice.

Julian paused a moment, wondering if that was a groan of pain.

"I'm good, that was good." Colt said with a little sigh. "Continue, please."

Julian did as Colt asked and pressed harder into the muscle, feeling the knots in the tissue and trying to slowly ease them.

Colt sighed and then pushed his shoulders back into Julian's hands, trying to get rid of the aching faster.

Julian paused at that and quietly told him, "Don't move."

Colt huffed and said, "Sorry." He wasn't really, but Julian wouldn't do something if it hurt Colt so he apologized.

Julian's hands tracked across the muscles of Colt's back slowly, working through the tense tissue as if he's done this his whole life.

Colt couldn't help the groans and sighs that left his lips at the feeling of his muscles relaxing. He hadn't felt this relaxed physically in a long time.

Julian dipped lower, feeling the muscles closer to his scar and put less pressure on his back as a precaution.

He dragged his thumbs in and down Colt's lower back, forcing the tension to slowly bleed out of those wound up muscles.

It was like Colt was one big knot… everything in his body was tight and tense. It must've been incredibly painful for him.

Colt's eyes shut and he breathed softly, just feeling Julian's hands running across his back as he worked his fingers harshly against the more stubborn knots.

"Thank you…" Colt mumbled almost sleepily. God, what the hell did he do to deserve this? He'd need to find a way to repay Julian.

Julian hummed in response and one hand gently glided over his scar tissue. Colt shivered at the feeling, and Julian noticed.

"Sensitive?" He asked quietly, like he didn't want to break the silence.

"Yeah… doesn't hurt though." Colt said more so to his hand, which muffled his voice for the most part but Julian understood.

Julian didn't respond verbally but a couple fingers glided across his scar again, still gentle, but with more pressure.

After a moment of tracing the scar, Julian's hands went lower on his back, closer to Colt's waistband and squeezed and pulled the muscles into submission.

Julian gripped Colt's hips at one point and Colt may have squeaked… May have squeaked. He wouldn't confirm nor deny it to anyone, but his face ducked into his elbow and stayed there as a blush rose bloomed his cheeks.

Julian's eyes widened a bit at that, watching the tips of Colt's ears redden before he decided to squeeze Colt's thigh again.

Colt startled and whined. He shoved his face deeper into the crook of his elbow, trying to hide from Julian but failing miserably.

Julian smiled at Colt's reaction and then brushed his hands across Colt's ribs and squeezed the edges of his chest lightly.

Colt gasped a little into his arm but didn't move. His face was in flames at this point, anyone would've thought he was running a fever if they saw him.

Julian also laughed at the redness of Colt's ears but decided that he didn't want to embarrass the man under him that way.

"Can I do something?" Julian asked quietly, ducking down towards Colt's ear to speak.

Colt turned his head a little, finally showing a bit of his face to Julian. "O-okay…" He trailed off and watched as Julian shifted on the bed so that he was hovering over Colt, folded leg on each side of his body.

Colt said "Oh" dumbly in response and Julian huffed a little laugh.

Julian brought his arms up, one on Colt's shoulder blade and the other on the bed, and then lowered himself to kiss along Colt's spine.

Colt gasped at the feeling of Julian's wet lips on his back and ducked his head back into his elbow.

Julian glanced up, saw Colt was hiding his face again, and huffed. "Wanna see you," He said and leaned up to kiss the side of Colt's neck, right next to where he'd been hiding in his elbow.

Colt whined in response but shifted so that he was just looking at Julian. His face was still red as Julian leaned forward to brush his lips against Colt's cheek before he pushed himself lower across Colt's back.

Julian glided his hand up and down Colt's back as he kissed Colt's scar. Colt was… surprised to say the least, no one had ever done that before. Not even Jody.

Then Julian did something Colt wouldn't have thought someone would do in a million years: He dragged his tongue from the bottom the scar to the top, leaving a kiss in the center of it when he was done.

Colt was dumbfounded by this. He lied there on the bed with his jaw dropped as he felt Julian's saliva drip across the center of his spine.

Colt pushed himself up onto his forearms, not raising fully, but just enough to turn it look at Julian like he was crazy. "W-wha- why…?"

Julian watched his face, pieces together that Colt did like what he'd done and then dipped a hand into Colt's waistband. "I like it." He shrugged as he spoke, like him liking a scar so much he'll lick and kiss it made sense.

Colt dropped back down onto the bed and sighed, "Okay then."

Julian exhaled shortly in amusement and started snaking his hand under Colt's waistband and around his front.

"Turn on your side a bit?" Julian asked. He wouldn't go any further if Colt didn't want to, so he figured asking would give Colt a good out.

Colt's face flickered with surprise before he turned a little onto his side.

Julian moved to kneel on the side of the bed that Colt's back faced. This way Colt could lean against Julian, take the pressure off his back and shoulder.

Julian wrapped a hand around Colt's waist and squeezed. His other hand stayed on the back of Colt's neck, feeling the base of his nape and the ends of his hair.

Julian shuffled Colt's pants down a bit, waiting afterwards to see if Colt would want him to stop. Colt didn't.

Julian grabbed and pulled Colt's underwear down slowly, still giving Colt an out Colt knew he'd never take.

Julian only pulled his pants and underwear down enough to let Colt's length free.

Julian kept playing with Colt's hair like nothing was happening, like Colt didn't feel on fire right now.

Julian brought a gentle hand away from Colt's underwear and placed it on Colt's dick.

Colt squeaked. His face turned red in response to the sound he made.

Julian gripped his hair a bit firmer to stop him from hiding his face, and then started gathering the precum on Colt's tip with his palm to glide his hand across Colt's dick easier.

Colt reached down and gripped Julian's wrist. Not stopping him, just holding.

Julian kept going, watching his face and his hand as Colt moaned softly and his hips jerked into Julian's hand.

Julian dropped his head down across Colt's body and spit wetly directly onto Colt's length.

Colt watched him with wide eyes and then closed them as Julian gathered the spit with his hand and stroked Colt faster.

Julian watched Colt dig his head into the covers and his free hand grip the sheets in a tight fist.

Colt's breathing stuttered as Julian's thumb went over his tip and pushed his precum down his length.

The sound was growing louder in the otherwise silent room. Julian brushed his fingers through Colt's hair soothingly and his other squeezed the base of his dick lightly. Colt jumped and whispered, "Shit."

Julian brushed the hair out of his face as it fell and wiped his cheeks after when his eyes watered without Colt noticing.

Colt felt his muscles start to grow tired from his constant shifting, and Julian seemed to notice. He rolled Colt gently so that he was laying flat on his back, relieving the pressure on his pelvis and letting him breathe easier.

Julian kept pace with his hand, gathering more and more slick as time went on and squeezing ever so slightly at the base at random.

Julian took his free hand and brought it down to push and pull at the muscle of Colt's thigh, watching as Colt's body twitched under his manipulation. Julian smiled when he saw that so he kept it up to knead the muscle into laxity like he did to Colt's back.

Colt felt warm. Julian was essentially taking care of his entire body, and he didn't want him to stop. He felt tears start to fall faster as he thought about the care and attention Julian was giving him. This wasn't something anyone has ever done for him, so he was overwhelmed beyond belief.

Julian slowed his hand around Colt's length as he saw Colt's few tears turn into full-body sobs. Julian would've asked if he was doing something wrong had it not been for Colt's hand on his wrist sliding down and interlacing their fingers together so that they were stroking Colt together.

"Thank you," Colt said shakily to Julian as he cried and helped Julian's hand up and down faster, forcing his hips to buck up to meet their hands.

Julian smiled softly and squeezed his hip comfortingly before continuing to work the muscle of Colt's thigh. Julian didn't need to say anything to Colt, Colt was beginning to understand the man above him perfectly, and he wanted to know more.

Julian's grip around him tightened a bit, pushing his thumb over Colt's tip with each stroke, making him moan loudly and his hand clench tighter in the sheets.

Colt threw his head back into the bedding and his other hand slid up to wrap around Julian's wrist to anchor himself as he came with a gasp and moan. He was loud in this near silent room. Colt was the only one making noise the whole time, and he would've felt embarrassed had Julian not been so clearly enjoying himself too.

Julian slowed his hand and gently let go of Colt's length. There was cum all over his hand but he didn't mind at all. Colt looked much calmer now, breathing a bit steadier and tears dried on his face and the bed.

Julian wiped his hand off on his shirt, crawled above Colt and then kissed his cheek gently before kissing the other side of his face.

Colt looked up at him with a small, soft smile. He looked so much happier than he did earlier or yesterday, and Julian took silent pride in knowing he caused that.

"Better?" Julian questioned him as he ducked back down to wipe down Colt with Colt's discarded shirt.

He was gentle as he cleaned Colt's body and pulled Colt's underwear and pants up easily. Colt watched him and wondered what shirt he'd wear out of here.

Julian seemed to see the question in his eyes and said, "You can have one of mine."

Colt laughed lightly at that and shyly said, "I feel better… Thank you."

Colt reached his hands up towards Julian and grabbed his sides before pulling lightly so Julian would lean down again.

Julian complied easily and Colt leaned up as he took hold Julian's face before kissing him on the lips softly.

Julian returned after a second and laid down more on top of Colt, pinning him down against the bed.

Colt pulled away from Julian's face and once again said, "Thank you." He hesitated and then said, "Think I could sleep before I go? I'm exhausted."

Julian smiled and rolled off of Colt so that he was laying beside him, "Sure." Julian moved onto his side, facing Colt and smiled at Colt with a soft look in his eyes.

Colt turned towards Julian, looked down at Julian's shirt and said, "You should take that off before it gets gross." Colt had a disgusted look on his face as he saw his own cum on Julian's shirt, which only made Julian let out a startled laugh.

Julian took the shirt off and threw it onto the floor. Colt stared at his torso, licking his lips as he looked the man laying beside him over. "Shoulda made you take that off earlier," He mumbled with wide eyes.

Julian huffed out another laugh and took hold of Colt's hand. He didn't say anything but he looked content, mirroring Colt's happiness and relaxed body.

Colt snuggled closer to Julian, wrapping an arm gently around Julian's waist and pushed his face into his neck. Julian didn't move, just sighed and rested his chin gently on Colt's head.

Time for a damn good nap.

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