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[gxvin]

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Gavin’s gaze was soft as it drifted over to Ray, fingers restless as he fought the feeling to grab onto Ray and simply hold him. “Definitely - especially since I wasn’t..what I was born as which meant I thought I had..to be a boy.” He shook his head, a quiet laugh falling from his lips, though there was no humor in it. “Figuring out I didn’t have to be in anyone’s boxes.”

“We’ve got each other though, yeah? Vav’s always on your side.”

[sortamaliicious]

“I’m not sure I can even trust you when you leave.” He blurts it out like it’s nothing, like a common greeting to another person. It’s not an ‘if’ but a ‘when’ because Ryan knows in the end people leave. The only thing is it’s never with free will. No, they leave in a body bag. When will Ray become his next target?

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“Roses?” He’s come up behind the other, hands behind his back as blue hues study the rosebush the other boy was currently tending to.

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   “ -- you are dead to me.  Like , sooooo dead, Ray. I’m imagining your tombstone in my head right now!  ‘ Ray Stole Miles’ Last Sticky Bomb Narvaez Jr.’ . ”

[acevav]

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@raydnarvaezjr "Oh, I know you get plenty from it, from me, but I want to make sure you enjoy it too. Every moment." His words were breathy as he kept rolling his hips, head back. His hands were sneaking under Ray's shirt, knowing he couldn't be able to just undress him, but he could touch his skin all he wanted.

[mxkersmxrk]

“Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.”

A smirk formed on Geoff’s face, leaning closer to Ray. “You sure have a way of saying you want me, pretty boy.”

He was being smug, and that should be allowed from the way that Ray had been talking. “I’ll happily try to use my teeth to undress you.”

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--shaking hands hovered over the bloodied arm, soft whimpers escaping jon’s lips. he had fucked up, he let himself get out of control and he had attacked ray. he was panting, wheezing slightly as he tried to speak. he didn’t know if the scratch would make the boy turn - god, he hoped not - but he would be by ray’s side for as long as it took.

“not if i can help it,” he muttered under his breath, quickly moving to take ray’s jacket off so he could see the wound a little better. maybe if he fixed it up, healed it, ray wouldn’t turn.

[jerseydevll]

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     It isn’t terribly comfortable or luxurious, but it’s what the boys managed to patch together as their home: a stolen van in a hideous forest green, a clean mattress picked up street-side, cheap blankets and pillows swiped from unlocked apartments and dollar stores. With the addition of it being mobile and rent-free, he can’t complain. It gets sweltering in summer and freezing in winter, but on this fall evening on the east coast the chilled air feels like a blessing as it kisses Michael’s hot, freshly-bruised cheek. 

     Parked in a wooded area outside the city, he’s got the back doors cracked and lets his legs hang out into the air. The remains of their campfire make the air smell crisp and like burnt wood. Homey. Crickets sing, leaves rustle, and far off, the highway whistles with cars. His socks lay on the makeshift bed next to him in a crumpled lump, arms laying comfortably on his belly, eyes closed as the wheezing, struggling hum of their mini-fridge urges him to get a nap in. 

     Ray had popped out to take a piss outside--or that’s what Michael assumed anyway. He didn’t ask as the younger climbed out a few minutes prior; he was just listening, waiting to hear him come back in. Or call for Michael, whose fingers get itchier with each passing moment for the guns stowed under their shared mattress.