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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on May 5, 2015 0:46:31 GMT
Lance had asked the boy to come with him, but Lukas refused. He was such a homebody, despite the fact he rarely went home. It was nice here, bundled up in his partner's scent. Though, it was nice to have the apartment to himself. Sometimes Lance had to do things and ran off, leaving the boy to prowl around his domain. The first time, Lukas picked through his drawers. Curiously, of course. He went through mostly everything, like an inquisitive little ferret. The things he found, like lockless keys and such, he gathered into his own nest in the bottom drawer of Lance's endtable beside the bed. Someday, the punk had told him, they should find out what the keys unlocked. Such a party-pooper, Lance just said they were old keys to his apartment. To which, Lukas rolled his eyes.
Now, he knew most of the apartment. Enough so, wandering around and getting into things didn't interest him. Still. He couldn't help himself to pulling one of Lance's worn shirts out of the pile of laundry in the compact washroom. Plopping on the bed, Lukas kept it close like a child held tight to his security blanket. Sure, it wasn't long enough for him to terribly miss the man, but he could never get this close to Lance without setting something off. Needless to say, he liked his scent. If he tried to sniff him in person, though, either one of them or both often got carried away. He still had a bruise on his ass as proof, too. Together, they were the most unproductive individuals Lukas had even known. And he'd made friends with fiends and addicts alike, so that was saying something.
Lukas crossed his legs, holding the t-shirt in his mouth as he adjusted his legs. "Mh," he noised, gazing idly at the wall opposite him. It'd been a while since Lance left, he wondered what was taking so fucking long. He knew the guy didn't have that much money... or did he? He sang to himself, making up words as he went along. Soon, from those pretty words manifested lyrics to a song. Lukas thought of Lance, his warmth and his smile. He closed his eyes, keeping the t-shirt in his lap with his hands holding his ankles. The boy found it easy to piece this song together, going back to the beginning and building onto it. He'd become so wrapped up in what he was doing, he didn't hear the door open.
Nor had he heard the door to the bedroom open, because he'd left that one open. Just him, and his pretty voice filling the room while Lance occupied his mind and the soft words he pieced together.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on May 5, 2015 1:31:57 GMT
Lance knew that the boy like to collect his odds and ins; he'd managed to accidentally find the little punk's stash one day when Lukas was asleep and Lance was looking for something minuscule. It didn't bother him really, knowing that the kid had been going though his things and stashing away his favorites. Lance had nothing to hide from him. Nothing physically evident anyway.
He knew the punk liked to get at his clothes, too. There was always a pile on the boy's side of the bed or he ended up wearing them.
As to where he had gone, Lance paid his rent. He went out and took a breath of fresh air, considering how often he stayed inside lately ever since Lukas started to live with him. Lance used to never do that. He was always going out for something or another. Usually to think about lyrics or songs.
When he'd returned, he paused as the sound of a soft voice hit his ears. He closed the door slowly and quietly walked to the bedroom, peeking in to better listen.
It was beautiful, the way Lukas sang when he wasn't trying to be a, well, punk. His voice was still raspy, but it was smooth and warm, almost silky and rich. Lance loved it and in that moment wished that the kid sang like that more often.
He'd heard that voice a few times before, but it was in this moment that he'd managed to hear it for so long and uninturrupted.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on May 5, 2015 2:18:32 GMT
The gnarly floorboards creaked under the interloper's weight, signalling Lukas to stop. He glanced over his shoulder, catching Lance in the doorway. Well, he supposed it wasn't anyone bad. At least he knew they weren't being robbed. The boy smiled, tilting his head until he fell back against the bed. "Long time, no see," he cooed, slipping his thin arms through the sleeves of the other's shirt.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on May 5, 2015 2:22:52 GMT
He smirked and crosssed his arms, watching the other as he slipped into one of his shirts, laid back onto his bed. "You don't have to stop on account of me," he stated as he leaned against the door frame, raising his eyebrows slightly. "You need to sing like that more often. It sounds so much better than that growlish shouting that you do on stage when you cut yourself." Yeah, it was a kind of mean stab at the boy, but Lance was a mean kind of guy.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on May 5, 2015 2:33:18 GMT
The kid snorted. He popped up, flipped himself over and stuck his tongue at the goddamn critic. That growlish noise wasn't supposed to sound good, it was a feral cry at the abominable semblance of order. Besides, it was fun. The kid just smiled at Lance, eventually holding out his arms for him to come over and play with him. Meanwhile, quietly shouting some obscene lyrics from one of his other songs. Growlish noise.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on May 5, 2015 2:41:35 GMT
Come over to play with him, mm? What was he, a cat?
Yes.
He rolled his eyes at the noise coming out of Lukas' mouth and took a seat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to pet his hair. "So obscene and crude. You don't even like pussy," he replied as he leaned forward to press a kiss to the top of the boy's head.
With that he paused and pulled back, questioning himself. The action had been so effortless, but it still weirded him out that he would show affection like that without even thinking about it.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on May 5, 2015 4:11:31 GMT
Just like a cat, he purred when the other guy ran his hand over his head. Lukas stretched, wiggling until his head was on the man's lap. He snorted, because it was true. "Phallus, then?" The boy teased, unable to find another word to stand in place of the previous one. He blinked up at Lance, wondering what had caused him such a pause. Lukas sat up on his elbow, looking up at him.
"What is it?" He looked around the room, "oh shit, is that rat back again?" Just when he thought he'd gotten rid of it, just like a rat to come crawling back.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on May 5, 2015 13:44:15 GMT
He was going to reply when the boy mentioned a rat. Lance stopped, mouth open, and he blinked. "Wait what?" He questioned, sitting up and looking around. "There's been a rat in my apartment?"
Oh, that was gross.
"And you didn't tell me?!" It was definitely a surprise to the goth. He had no idea such a vermin was in his home and he wasn't very happy about it.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on May 6, 2015 5:42:27 GMT
Lukas tried not to laugh, but the guy's expression was too good. "Yeah, yeah, I saw it getting into the cereal this morning." He had a real cocky smile on his face as he turned over, holding himself up still on his elbows. "And the other night, I caught it sneaking its little paws up my shirt." Did Lance catch on, yet?
He raised himself high enough to steal a kiss, plopping back down shortly after his chaste affection. Lukas grinned, lowering further to rest his head in Lance's lap. "Where'd you go today, anyway?" He was curious, since the man had been gone so long.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on May 6, 2015 20:21:26 GMT
No, Lance still didn't get it. He really was focused on this rat so much that he almost didn't hear the initial question. Or perhaps he did and ignored it?
"Did you just say that the rat touched you?" He asked with disgust. "And you let it?"
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