⎾ MOROSIS ⏌

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

In their world it was easily to forget the simple pleasures. It seemed at times that only those of higher standing were given the luxury of something more. Others, he knew just didn't bother with getting involved with someone. He often heard excuses like "it was too much trouble" or "nothing would come of it". In a way he could agree. Tonight had only proved how dangerous this life could be. He didn't want to worry a significant other, yet he still craved being with someone. With Kieran, he wouldn't mind being intimate. But he worried if he could stay this gentle. He remembered all too well how rough things had gotten last time, and he knew he didn't want that right now.

Sitting on top of the males, he felt his fingers brush the over the cut given to him by Abel. He was sure by now it was crusted over and red around the edges. If he wasn't careful, it could easily become infected. The same could be said about the rest of his wounds if he didn't clean them properly. Leaning down, he stole a small kiss from the man's lips. He felt his kiss soon returned and pulled back to see Kieran's beautiful smile. He smiled shyly as he sat back once more. Jakob nodded along quietly as the male spoke, indeed ******** would not be in his best interests at the moment. And he already knew there were no chance in hell that Kieran would allow them to switch. As Kieran continued, the thought of a warm bath and clean clothes sounded heavenly. "Alright, your idea sounds better. Tell Abel he gets to live another day." he replied. Jakob sat back for Kieran held on to him. As much as he enjoyed the view, a bath and some first aide was really what he needed the most right now.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran didn’t mind just taking things slow. He knew that most of all Miguel, just needed some comfort right now. Kieran wasn’t used to the idea, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable. He couldn’t help but want to shower him in kisses and take care of him. Kieran was needy, but could given into Miguel’s priorities than his own.

Switching was indeed out of the conversation. As much as he wanted some ******** involved, it would not be Miguel’s doing. Kieran was not going to give into Miguel ******** him, just because he was injured. He would simply opt to not do it. Kieran smiled as Miguel spoke, and nodded. ”I will.” He teased, as he shifted to sit up. Kieran stole another kiss from Miguel before pulling away.

”Come, let me get up so I can get the bath started for you.” He spoke not rushing Miguel, but knew that if they sat like this all night, it would lead to something more that Miguel’s body wasn’t ready for.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

For once it might be nice to take things slow. He wasn't used to being with guys who wanted to do that. Sure some of his boyfriends were a little nicer. But they were more like an extended fling than anything. He never stuck around long enough to really get to know them. He wondered if things with Kieran could be different. As of right now, he rather liked what was going on between them. It was simple and casual. The only real threat was his choice in friends. Silly thinking, really. Perhaps in another life, but certainly not this one.

Jakob knew that switching would be an automatic no. He didn't even bother asking, knowing that would be his answer. It mattered little that he was injured. If anything, using that as his argument would likely only lead to the strengthening of the males convictions. After all, who wanted to ******** or be ******** by an injured person? As the topic was changed, Jakob agreed to a bath and having his wounded tended too. He couldn't help teasing the man a bit more and shifted back a bit as Kieran sit up suddenly. He was a bit taken aback as the male kissed him again, but did not complain. He kissed him back and sighed contently as the male pulled away.

As comfortable as he was, he knew he had to move. "If I must." he said, slipping out of his lap. It was true, if they stayed like that, he couldn't promise he'd keep his hands to himself. After all, what was stopping him? It wasn't like Kieran was trying to keep his hands off either. Standing up from the bed, he stretched his tired limbs and followed Kieran towards the bathroom. He stood off to the side while Kieran busied himself. He looked over towards the pile of clothes. "Hey, where's your phone?" he asked curiously.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kissing Kieran didn’t seem like a bother. He had caught not of his surprise but didn’t ask. Kieran didn’t think it was important. After all if Miguel could steal kisses from him, why couldn’t he do the same. He watched as Miguel seem reluctant to let him get up. Kieran didn’t mind, it wasn’t as if he was rushing him. However if they continued to sit here, nothing would be done about Miguel’s wounds.

Once Miguel shifted off of him, Kieran followed heading toward the bathroom. He flicked on the lights, as he had turned them off. Kieran put the plug back in the tub opening. He turned on the water adjusting the hot and cold temperature. Kieran glanced toward Miguel as he spoke questioning him. ”Why?” He asked not finding the question relevant without an answer. His phone was in his pants pocket, along with his wallet.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He was still adjusting to the males gentle and teasing nature. If this was what Kieran was like most days, than perhaps it would be so bad hanging out every once in awhile. That is, until he success in his job. Then, he was pretty Kieran would never want to see his face ever again. And really, he couldn't blame him if that ended up being the case. After all, he was going after not only his boss, but his best friend as well. Jakob was happy the male didn't question his surprise when he kissed him. It wasn't that Kieran wasn't allow to give him kisses, he just didn't think that he could.

After getting up, he followed the male back across the room and into the bathroom. The white light was a little harsh for his taste but he didn't complain. He watched the male bend over the tub and fiddle with the knobs. As he waited, Jakob glanced towards the pile of clothes. He hadn't really been paying attention to where Kieran had set his personal effects and he didn't dare going snooping without permission. He smiled innocently as the male looked over at him with a curious look. The question then asked was simple enough but he wanted to tease the man a bit first. "I thought you might like a few parting gifts for later." he teased. He leaned against the counter for a moment to study the males reaction. "In all seriousness though, I figure if you wanted to hang out again it might be easier if you simply had my number. Rather than have me stalk your house and wait for Abel to go to bed before throwing rocks at your window."

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran was capable of many things, if given the chance. He wasn’t used to being gentle with someone, even someone who he barely knew. It wasn’t as if Miguel was his lover after all. Kieran hadn’t even known Miguel for a week, and he was already treating him better than any lover. He didn’t find it odd however. Kieran liked it, it was different. He found he enjoyed the playfulness of Miguel right now. After all sex wasn’t always needed to enjoy yourself.

As he finished adjusting the water, he returned his attention toward Miguel. Kieran listened as Miguel spoke teasing him. He smirked lightly, ”Oh really, and what would that consist of?” Kieran asked teasing Miguel though had a few thoughts in mind. He laughed softly, ”Yeah, I doubt that would work out well.” Kieran spoke rolling his eyes, ”Phones in the right front pocket.” He spoke not caring what Miguel did with it. Though it would indeed be easier if he had his number, if he ever wanted to hook up again after this.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

The same could be said about Jakob. If treated correctly, he had no problem showing the same courtesy. However, unless mutually agreed upon, he did not take kindly to being mistreated. With Kieran he was curious to learn more about this gentle side to him. They hardly even one another and he felt he was more respected by him than any other man he let touch him. It was a little strange, but he liked it. He liked being around Kieran. He was....different from other men he had come across.

It was no surprise that Kieran would want to know what he wanted his phone for. Most people probably would too. He smiled innocently as he went on to tease the man. Jakob watched as Kieran smirked and teased him right back. "Now if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise." he teased again, having a few ideas of what he could possibly do. As he continued to speak, he couldn't help laughing a bit as well. He could picture it now. The upstairs light just turning off as Abel goes to bed. While Jakob sneaks around the side of the house with a handful of pebbles, hopping they actually make it to the correct window. "Well if you don't like that idea, I could always show up on a four-wheeler with an eighties style boom box playing Careless Whisper." he replied, grinning.

His smile brightened as Kieran went on to inform him where the phone was located. "Thank you, daddy." he replied in Portuguese. Turning towards the males clothes, he lift up his pants and reached into the pocket. Just as Kieran had said, there it his was. He pressed the button on the back of the device and slide his thumb across the screen. Opening his contacts, he tapped the button to add a new contact. Jakob went on to type out his phone number and labeled himself with his legal name. He then took a quick selfie, and sent a text message to himself so he would have Kieran's number in his own phone. When he was done, he handed the phone back to its' rightful owner.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Indeed it would ruin the surprise if Miguel told him what he would be expecting. He didn’t mind however it wasn’t as if he expected sexy picutres. Kieran could however imagine, lying in bed asleep, while rocks were suddenly thrown again his window. He listened as Miguel teased him about blaring a boombox outside his window at night. Kieran shook his head, ”No thanks. George Michael doesn’t really get me off.” He spoke laughing softly.

As he told Miguel where he was phone, he heard him speak. Kieran smirked lightly at his words. He took a seat on the side of the tub, while he waited for it to fill. Kieran watched as Miguel dug for his phone in his pants pocket. He sat there, obversing as Miguel entered his contact into his phone and took a picture so he would know who it was. Kieran took the phone back from Miguel as he finished with it. He pulled up his contact, seeing the different name on it. Kieran glanced up at Miguel, ”So is Jakob your real name?” He asked curiously, knowing he would have to change that. Kieran didn't’ like the name all too much and if Miguel wanted to call him Daddy, it was only right he was labeled boytoy in his phone.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Whether it be rocks or an eighties ballad, he had to admit that both scenarios seemed rather ridiculous. And unless Abel slept like the dead, he doubted he could get away with either of them. Still, it was fun teasing Kieran. He couldn't help laughing as the man shook his head and gave his response. Jakob then feigned offense by his words but soon broke the facade as he laughed along with the man.

Jackob went on to take the males phone. With his back turned he didn't catch the males expression as he teased him. Though he could imagine it was quite sexy, just as the man who made such an expression. He quickly typed in the necessary information and took a picture of himself before handing back the device. Leaning back against the counter, he watched Kieran open the new contact. For a moment he seemed rather confused and his question echoed that confusion. "Legally speaking, yes." he replied honestly. "Meine Mutter wanted me to have a name that reflected her German heritage. While he wanted something from his Brazilian heritage. The compromise was that she got the name she chose on the birth certificate while he got me six months out of the year living in Brazil. Little did she know, while I was in Brazil his family was calling me by a completely different name." Jakob didn't really care if Kieran chose to change his contact name. It was his phone after all. He was likely to put something other than Kieran in his own phone.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Knowing Miguel's real name held no use for him. If anything he wasn't likely to n use it. Kieran had grown to calling him Miguel, anything else would be weird. He listened as Miguel explained his name. It made sense but he preferred something else. Kieran changed the name to Daddy's boytoy instead.

As the water finished filling, he turned it off. Kieran stood walking toward Miguel. He set his phone on the counter, as he stood in front of him. Kieran slipped his hands over Miguel's waist. ”Well whatever the name, you're still Daddy's boytoy.” He teased leaning forward as he kissed Miguel against the lips. Kieran pulled back from his lips, ”Come, the waters ready.” He spoke stepping away so Miguel could undress. Kieran didn't know what expect of Miguel's wounds. Though he knew he needed to tend to them.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

It was fine if Kieran chose to continue using the name he had given him first. He could understand the confusion. When he was younger he used to get confused as well. In Germany he was the lone curly haired kid with a tan named Jakob. While back in Brazil he was just another kid in the crowd with the most overused name in the country. At this point in his life he had grown used to answering both. He only put his real name in Kieran's phone as he thought it might be better for times they might be texting and the man was around Abel. He was pretty sure he had told the man his name was Miguel....actually he couldn't remember if they exchanged names at all. But if Abel were to look into him, he'd rather he have the same information he initially gave Kieran. At least with his other name, when and if Abel started digging, he wouldn't be able to find too much about him online. That was his hope anyway.

As he finished explaining himself, he looked towards the tub to see it had filled up quite a bit. He stood by as Kieran twisted the knobs and shut off the water. The bathroom was suddenly deafeningly quiet. A smile slowly spread across his face as the male neared him. Jakob tilted his head back to look up at the male. His cheeks flushed as the male teased him and he closed his eyes as the man then leaned down to kiss him. Jakob kissed him back tenderly. If Kieran kept kissing him like that he might get used to it. He sighed softly as the male pulled away.

Pushing away from the counter, Jakob turned a little away from the man's prying eyes. Although he had already seen him naked he was feeling a little shy at the moment. He hadn't even seen the wounds himself. He took hold of the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Just as he thought, the mark on his chest was red and crusty. He looked over his shoulder to check his back. While he had not felt any cuts or bruises, that didn't mean much in his opinion. Once he was finished checking out his upper body, he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed down both his jeans and boxers, kicking them aside. "I'm gonna have a ******** rainbow a**, aren't I?" he asked, looking back curiously. Turning towards the tub, he took hold of the edge and gingerly lowered himself into the water.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran hadn’t told Abel about Miguel at least, his real name or any name. Tonight was the first night Abel knew something was wrong. He knew Abel would question him when he got home, but he wasn’t likely to give him too much information. At least information that could be used against Miguel to track him down. Kieran much preferred him to be his boytoy instead in his phone. He knew Abel wouldn’t question it too much if he went snooping through his phone, at least until he found his picture.

As he kissed Miguel he pulled away from him, to give him some space. Kieran leaned against the counter as Miguel stepped away from the counter. He watched as Miguel felt protective of his body as he went about undressing. Kieran didn’t mind, as he understood. He had seen his body before, but now the marks were coming through.

There was nothing on Miguel’s back, after all it seemed most of Miguel’s pain, was inflicted on his a** and chest. Kieran crossed his arms as he stood there. He watched as Miguel went about unzipping his jeans and pushing them down along with his underwear. Kieran took in the sight of his colorfully bruised a**.

He sighed softly as Miguel questioned him. Kieran shifted off the counter, as he went about collecting Miguel’s clothes off the floor. ”Probably, for a while.” He spoke watching as Miguel lowered himself in the tub. Kieran grabbed his clothes as well, as he went out into the bedroom. He walked toward the phone, as he requested a bell boy to come to the room again to grab their clothes so they could be washed along with a first aid kit.

A few minutes went by before a knock on the door alerted him of the bellboy. Kieran went to the door opening it. As he opened the door, it was the same bellboy from before. He ignored him as he tried to flirt with him, as if he was what he wanted. Kieran took the first aid kit, exchanging it for the clothes. He requested them to be dry cleaned.

Shutting the door, Kieran walked toward the bed setting the kit on the bed. He walked back into the bathroom, as he grabbed a clean washcloth setting it beside the tub for Miguel along with some soap. Kieran didn’t know if Miguel wanted to wash himself or be washed, but he left the option open.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Whether he had given Abel his real name or his fake name, he couldn't recall. Everything had happened so fast and to top it off he was punched hard enough to knock him out. There was no doubt in his mind that Abel would be looking in to him. He would likely be tracking him just as closely as Jakob had tracked Abel. If not more. If Kieran decided to change the name in his own phone for the simple pleasure of it, that was fine. If he decided to change the name for Jakob's own safety, even better. Whatever the reason, he wouldn't pry as he knew in the end it would only further distance him away from Abel.

As far as serious injuries went, it seemed that Jakob had gotten off pretty easy. That wasn't to say Abel could not have done worse, as he was sure he had with others. If not for Kieran, there was no telling what state his body might be in. He didn't want to think about it. He continued to undress while also inspecting areas he was not able to see before. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kieran staring. Jakob didn't want to appear ungrateful for all that he had done for him thus far so he didn't complain.

Once his clothes were completely removed he could see the large bruise covering his a**. It was no wonder his lower back had been aching. Just looking at the bruise made him cringe. It was likely he wouldn't sit right now a week. The question he went on to ask was a rhetorical one. Though that didn't stop Kieran from answering. Jakob pouted and turned towards the tub while the man collected his clothes. Gently, he swung his legs over the side and slid down.

He sat there for a few minutes basking in the waters warmth. Off in the distance he could hear Kieran in the other room. Though he could not make out all the words. It didn't matter. He knew what he was up to. Jakob stretched out in the tub and slipped beneath surface of the water. With his eyes closed and his breath still, he lay there a few minutes. He allowed his mind to clear and the warmth surrounding him calm him.

Hearing the muffled noise, Jakob resurfaced. Droplets of water ran down his head and clung to the tips of his hair and face. He pushed back his hair and tried to get a look at who was at the door. From his current viewpoint though whomever was out there was blocked by the door and Kieran's body. He didn't let it worry him as he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Jakob picked up at the small bottle of complimentary shampoo and forced some into his cupped palm. He then worked the small amount into his hair as best he could, scrubbing away the dirt and sweat. He then ducked once more beneath the water, the suds fizzing and popping as they slowly dissolved.

Jakob resurfaced for the second time just as Kieran was walking into the bathroom. He eyed the man curiously as he sat up in the tub. As the items were set down next to him, he quietly thanked the man. Picking up the soap, he picked at the paper wrapping, and set it aside to throw away when he finished. The then picked up the washcloth and dipped it beneath the water. "That little bell hop still trying to flirt his way in here?" he asked curiously. He didn't really need help washing, though Kieran was welcome to stay if he wanted. Though he would prefer not to be watched in complete silence. As he waited for the man's reply, he rubbed the cloth against the bar of soap until he was thick with suds. He set the soap off to the side while he raised his right arm and started to scrub.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Keeping silent didn’t bother him. He wasn’t used to talking even around Abel. Kieran usually remained quiet, even when spoken to. He didn’t mind talking with Miguel however, but it wasn’t as if he had much to say however. Kieran returned back to the bathroom, to see Miguel cleaning his hair. He finished setting the soap and washcloth beside. Kieran moved to take a seat on the counter, while he waited for Miguel to finish washing off.

He shrugged slightly at his question. ”Yeah, but it’s not important.” Kieran spoke not finding some twink interesting. Sure, the idea was entertaining, but he hardly cared. If he wanted sex, he wasn’t going to waste it on some horny twink, who didn’t know what was best for him. As much as he would love to, the thought didn’t excite him.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

He wasn't much bothered by the silence either. Even when he was home he only spoke if he thought the conversation was worth jumping in to. Most of the time he kept to himself. He much preferred listening to others rather than talk their ear off. Most of the time the others would talk about sports and current events in the news. Nothing that really interested him. Given the reaction he received earlier he thought that Kieran might like a little conversation. He didn't know if he would actually learn anything about the man, but it beat trying figure out if the look he was getting was he ought to be weary of.

Jakob ran the cloth over his fingers and up his arm. He was surprised by his response. He thought for sure...."You sure about that?" he soon replied. "I mean, if you want to....well don't hold back on my account. It's not like we're dating or anything." When he finished speaking, he turned his attention back to his body. He soon finished washing his right and moved the cloth down his left. He went on to wash around his shoulders and neck. When it came time to clean his chest wound, he very carefully slid the washcloth over the long cut. He hissed softly. It wasn't even that big but it stung like hell.