⎾ MOROSIS ⏌

[xDarkWinterx]

Indeed there wasn’t a lot to talk about. Kieran barely knew Miguel, yet he hadn’t ever really spent that much time with anyone else beside Abel. He didn’t find speaking important at times. After all Abel was usually quiet himself, so he just did as told. Kieran didn’t mind talking with Miguel however, he felt he didn’t have to talk however and just enjoy his company.

It seemed his words surprised Miguel as he simply ignored the twink at the door. Kieran listened as Miguel spoke, even going as so far to give him permission. He found it laughable. Kieran shifted away from the counter walking toward the tub as Miguel finished washing his body. ”So it’s okay if I invite him back and ******** him on the bed, or better yet ******** him right here for you to watch, hmm?” He spoke annoyed by his words. Kieran knew they weren’t a couple, but still the idea of being given permission to ******** the twink annoying.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

It didn't take much to make Jakob happy. Good food, good company, excellent WIFI. That's all he really needed. He had the feeling that Kieran might be the same. But he didn't want to assume. After all, it wasn't like he didn't want to talk to the man. It was just hard when he had no idea what was okay and what was not.

Jakob continued to wash his upper half as they talked. He knew that Kieran didn't need his permission to go out with something. But he didn't want to just sit here and demand that he stay with him the rest of the night either. He hadn't paid for anything and felt he didn't have much right to complain about his current situation. Once again it seemed he had overstepped his bounds. He looked up from his body as Kieran towered over him. He sighed in frustration. That wasn't what he meant at all and Kieran knew that. "If that's what you want to do go for it." he replied, feeling annoyed himself. He turned his gaze away from the man again as he shifted back slightly in the tub and continued to wash his legs and feet.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran didn’t care if Miguel had paid for anything. Hell he wasn’t even paying for anything. He had used Abel’s credit card toward the room, food, and other amenities. Kieran didn’t expect anything from Miguel however. He especially didn’t except for him to be giving him permission to go ******** some random twink. Kieran had stayed because he wanted to, not because Miguel had asked. He hadn’t come here looking for sex from either Miguel or some random twink.

Towering over Miguel, he watched as he looked up at him. Kieran rolled his eyes at his words. ”Is that what you want from me, to go ******** him because I can?” He spoke watching as Miguel looked away from him to finish washing. Kieran wasn’t demanding that Miguel ask him to stay, after all it wasn’t as if he had. It was merely the thought that he wanted him here not ******** someone else that mattered to him.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

It didn't matter that the charges being made were not by Kieran personally. It was still something that was being for him. In no shape, form, or fashion was he putting down any of his own funds. That was where he took issue. He was not used to being paid for. Especially with no expectations of being paid back. He felt that if there was something he didn't like or want, he didn't have much of a right to complain about it. It was something instilled in him from a young age.

He was a bit nervous about having the man tower over him but he didn't allow it to show on his face. He watched as Kieran rolled his eyes and listened to him speak. Jakob washed one leg before turning around to face the male. "Jesus ******** Christ, that's not what I'm saying at all." he growled. "I don't understand why you're getting so angry. If you don't wanna ******** him then don't. It's that ******** simple!" Jakob turned back around in the tub and quickly washed his other leg as well as between them. After rinsing off, he pushed Kieran aside as he climbed out of the tub. Jakob picked up a clean towel and went about starting to dry off.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran didn’t expect payment back from Miguel. Nor did he need it. He was simply trying to be nice to him, but it was backfiring quickly. Kieran saw no reason for Miguel to be mad at him. He was growing irritated with Miguel, his mood kept bouncing back and forth. One minute they were fine, next minute they were biting each other’s heads off. Kieran was no longer interested in fighting with Miguel.

He watched as Miguel washed his leg, before turning to growl at him. Kieran remained next to the tub, as Miguel continued to yell at him. He watched as Miguel soon finished and stood up. Kieran moved out of the way as Miguel pushed him. He left the bathroom, as Miguel went about drying himself off. Kieran didn’t want to stay in there, he knew if he did, he was likely to just cause more issues between them. Miguel had already been hurt tonight by Abel, he didn’t need to be hurt by Kieran as well.

Leaving the bathroom, Kieran went back into the bedroom area. He went about removing the pillows from the bed tossing them on the floor. Kieran left a few on the bed, but the majority were thrown on the floor. He pulled back the covers, as he removed his robe. Kieran knew it would be awhile before their clothes were dried and washed. He couldn’t just leave without them. Kieran slipped beneath the covers, as he laid down. He pulled the covers over him, as he laid there staring at the curtains which lead to the terrace.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

It was absolutely maddening trying to communicate with Kieran. One second they were joking and laughing. And before he knew it the man was getting heated with him, and of course Jakob would only get more heated, and soon they were in each other's face. He wasn't intentionally trying to start something, but he couldn't understand the man at all. Was there something he wanted and he was missing the obvious picture? Or was this simply a case of Kieran being Kieran?

He couldn't help fighting back as the man towered over him. He absolutely hated having someone in his personal space like that. It was completely uncalled for, so he retaliated in the only way he knew how. When he finished washing, he moved the man out of his way. He glared at the man's back as he went about drying off. He watched as Kieran soon left the room in a huff. Sighing again, Jakob continued to dry off. He set the towel aside as he then picked up the complementary hair dryer. The device was loud and echoing in the large bathroom. He turned the setting on high and went to work.

Jakob was in the bathroom for at least another fifteen minutes. By the time he finished, his curls were obnoxiously bouncy but completely dry. He left the towel on the floor in the bathroom and turned out the light as he came back into the bedroom. The first thing he noticed was that the majority of the pillows were scattered about the floor. The second was the grown man pouting like a child. Rolling his eyes he crossed the room and only lifted the top cover. If Kieran wanted to act like a child so could he. Grabbing two pillows, he stuffed one under his head, while the other he hugged to his chest as he laid with his back to the man.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran wasn’t pouting, he was merely stubborn. He didn’t understand what was going through Miguel’s head, nor did he care. Kieran was tired of the arguments. He heard the sound of the hair dryer in the bathroom. Kieran wasn’t counting the seconds, but time seemed to go by slowly. As he lay there, he soon heard the hair dryer turn off. He heard noise as Miguel entered the room. Kieran didn’t turn to look at him. It wasn’t long before he felt the bed shift as Miguel joined him on the bed.

Lying there, he felt movement as Miguel made himself comfortable. Kieran was in no mood to have a conversation, or did he care at the moment. He merely just wanted to be left alone. Kieran would wait for his clothes then go home, where he could sleep in his own bed without Miguel. He knew he was being stubborn but he didn’t care. Kieran wasn’t here to please Miguel. If he wanted to talk, then he would have to speak to him first, till then he saw no reason to pay attention to him.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

In his own way he was just as stubborn. He didn't have to completely dry his hair. But he did anyway. He didn't know what was going on with his mood tonight. He wasn't normally all over the place like this. Maybe it was late bad reaction to the trauma he endured. Or maybe being around Kieran just brought out the b*****d in him. He couldn't really say. As he came back into the room, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't annoyed that the man kept staring at those ugly curtains. He knew he wasn't asleep. He knew the difference in a person's breathing when they slept. Kieran was still as heated now as he was fifteen minutes ago. Not that he was expecting him to cool off in that time.

Slipping between the sheets, he covered up with the single top blanket. He didn't want to give Kieran the displeasure of joining him under the other blankets while still completely naked. He kept his back turned towards the man as he lay there, glaring at the wall. His reason for being angry was so stupid. Kieran wasn't anything to him, yet he hated watching that ugly twink flirt with him. He hugged the pillow a little tighter. It didn't make him feel any better, but he refused to give in first. He found that he could be a petty little b***h when he wanted to be.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran hadn’t wanted to fight with Miguel. However it seemed neither of them could relax. He found it was easier just not to speak or touch each other. As much as he would love to turn over and pull Miguel into his arms he didn’t. Kieran didn’t want to push Miguel anymore tonight. If Miguel choose to ignore him too, so be it. He wasn’t going to take the first step, nor was Miguel it seemed. Kieran wasn’t not enjoying himself, as he lay there staring at the ugly curtains.

He wasn’t tired, but he wasn’t going to give Miguel the satisfaction of knowing that. Kieran continued to lay there, he felt the bed shift beside him as Miguel made himself comfortable. He moved pulling the pillow closer to himself as well as he lay there. Kieran didn’t want to lay here all night ignoring Miguel, but that seemed like what was going to happen. Eventually he would get tired and fall asleep, but for now he wasn’t ready to sleep yet. It was still too early for him.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

Jakob wasn't in the mood to fight. It was Kieran who kept stirring him up. One minute the guy was sweet and acting like his lover. Then out came Mr. Attitude. That attitude of his made him want to shove the man off the terrace and watch him plunge to the ground. He doubted they were high enough for Kieran to die. But it would certainly be fun to watch his bones crunch.

He laid there, hugging his pillow even tighter. He wanted to peak back at the male, but his pride wouldn't allow it. Behind him, he felt the bed shift as Kieran too made himself comfortable. He sighed softly as he stared down at the bed. He knew he wouldn't sleep. It was still early. Not only that, he was still uncomfortable. The blankets were stretched beneath him while the top cover was too thin to keep him warm. He swallowed hard as the angry raw ball of emotion swirled in his gut. He curled tighter in on himself and closed his eyes, telling himself that sleep would eventually find him.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Lying there being stubborn was getting them both nowhere. Kieran didn’t understand why Miguel had gotten mad at him. He hadn’t been mad at Miguel until he started to yell at him. Kieran couldn’t understand why Miguel thought he wanted to go off and sleep with some twink, or better yet invite him into the hotel room. He had no interest in some twink, who merely wanted a quick ********. Kieran had better things to do, then being followed around by his d**k.

He shifted in the bed to turn over. Kieran took in the sight of Miguel curled in on himself. He knew he wasn’t asleep, anymore than he was himself. Kieran wasn’t mad at Miguel, but his stubbornness got the best of them. He moved closer in the bed toward Miguel, he reached out toward him wrapping his arms around his waist. Kieran pulled him closer as he rested his chin on his shoulder. ”I’m not going to apologize for being angry unless I know what I need to apologize for. What’s wrong? One minute we’re fine, next you want me to go ******** some twik and then get mad at me when I question you on it.” He spoke softly as he held onto Miguel. Kieran’s hand curled over Miguel’s chest holding him close so he couldn’t pull away without using force.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

At this point it wasn't even about the stupid bell hop. That kid could go ******** his own right hand and be damn grateful for the opportunity. But no, this was not about him. Nor was it even about Kieran. Kieran was a fool for thinking otherwise. He might consider forgiving him if he made the first move. After all the guy seemed a little slow in the emotions department. And this was coming from someone who was rather lacking in that same department. Until then, Jakob had no plans of apologizing. They could just lay there and wait for morning to come.

Closing his eyes and curling into a tight ball, Jakob tried his best to get comfortable. Inside though he knew it was impossible. His head was full of petty complaints while raw emotions swirled in the depths of his gut. If he hugged his pillow any tighter he was sure the seams might burst. It was all he could do to hold himself together at the moment. Behind him he heard the blankets rustling and felt Kieran shift again. He had half a mind to tell him off for moving around too much. A lot of good that might do though.

His eyes snapped open as a pair of arms wrapped around him. He took a ragged breath as his heart pounded in his chest. Alarm bells sounded in his head, telling him to move. But the arms holding him were strong and tight. He took another shaky breath and swallowed hard. He bit his bottom lip as Kieran spoke softly in his ear. His throat was tight to speak. Jakob shook his head in response. How could he tell him? It sounded so stupid. He didn't want to admit that he could have died tonight. That he had been absolutely terrified while hanging from that ceiling. His injuries may have been minimum, but there was something about Abel that scared the living s**t out him. The way he looked, talked, it was as though he were possessed by the devil himself.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

As his hand slipped over Miguel, he could hear and feel the panic in him. It was not his intention. Kieran was indeed oblivious. He didn't know how to talk to or comfort Miguel. Kieran knew he had been scared especially seeing him dangling from a hook in the basement. He watched as Miguel tried to gain his composure but was having a hard time. Kieran held him tight to his body as he turned his head kissing his neck. ”Okay, don't talk but I'm not going anywhere. Take all the time you need.” He spoke softly as he relaxed where he was. Kieran didn't mind if Miguel didn't want to talk. He was content with holding onto him.

 

[Pure Acid Dreamer]

It had not been his intention to break down like this. Then again ever since he had woken up in that basement he was trying his damnedest to keep it together. How could Kieran have known? It wasn't like he told him. Nor did he seem to be picking up on any of his body language. Ever since they left the house, he had been shoving down his emotions as best he could. Jakob was used to getting injured during a job. That wasn't the issue. It was the first time he'd ever been caught. Five years he'd been doing this and he had never been caught. Five years and he had never been knocked out. He was scared to know what else Abel would have done to him. He was scared by what he had done and what he had been planning to do when Kieran came home. He felt Kieran's arms tighten around him as his lips pressed against his neck. Jakob took several small, shallow breaths. He bit his lip even harder as the male softly spoke in his ear. Tears flooded his vision as swallowed once more. When he blinked warm tears spilled down his cheeks. He lowered his head and allowed Kieran to hold on to him. He squeezed his eyes shut as more tears blurred his vision.

 

[xDarkWinterx]

Kieran wasn't going to claim to know how Miguel was feeling. Only that he had seen the fear in his eyes v when he walked into the basement to see what Abel was doing. It had been a sight to behold but not one he enjoyed. Kieran wasn't sure how to act or even how to care. He couldn't even remember the last time he held anyone like this.

It his case it was probably never. Kieran held onto Miguel as the silence continued. He didn't mind after all it wasn't like he expected an answer. The longer he laid there, he soon felt Miguel's body shaking against his own. Kieran didn't have to look over him to know Miguel was crying. He rested his head next to Miguel's on the same pillow. ”Shh, it's okay.” Kieran spoke softly trying to comfort him.