[ david doesn't reply, he just turns up an appropriate amount of time later for walking over and making his way down to the workshop. pointedly not thinking about anything except the prospect of sleeping on an actual mattress. otherwise he might end up thinking about things he doesn't want to, and they don't need to. ]
[ when he gets there, david enters and closes the door behind him (firmly, one might note,) and waits just long enough for evan to acknowledge him before he tosses the bottle over, expecting evan to catch it. ]
Here.
[ it looks like whiskey; the liquid is a deep amber and the styling has all the bold, square shapes of a classic bottle of scotch, but the labels are faded and damaged to the point that they're totally unreadable. david wouldn't be entirely surprised if it turned out to be rum instead. ]
[ evan looks up at the door opening, uncertain for a second of who it might be - but who else but david would walk in that brazenly, as if the traps didn't mean anything and there definitely wouldn't be a cleaver aiming for his skull instantly?
he sets down his tools as the door shuts, which means he does catch the bottle when it comes his way. he gives david a hidden glare under the mask and examines the faded label. probably whiskey, as implied.
after a few seconds of examination, he opens it and pushes his mask up to get a decent whiff of it. the sharp burn isn't all that familiar to him, in all honesty. the liquor he had back before wasn't cheap stuff, and here, he just drinks what he can get. so even if it isn't whiskey, he's not totally sure he'll know the difference.
part of him wants to make david go get something else just because, but he takes a swig and decides against it. it's not like he's asking to take anything. ]
Works. [ it'll be a halfway decent distraction. he's never appreciated that he didn't get the family wine cellar, while certain other people get fully stocked bars. ] Bed's clean. Don't crash too long.
[ he watches evan try the liquor, part of him just a little disappointed when he says it's fine because it means parting with a full bottle, but there's a much larger sense of relief. it's silly that just the prospect of sleeping in a bed is so exciting to him, but it's been a long time, it's allowed. ]
[ it means it's impossible to hold back the little smile when evan says the bed's good for him, but david doesn't linger. he nods and shrugs out of his jacket as he starts toward the bedroom, pauses when something occurs to him and he turns back around to look at evan. ]
Could come with.
[ still looking in his direction, eyebrow raised in question, but david doesn't stop moving toward the door. maybe too confident considering he's heading in a direction through the workshop he's only ever been once before, but waiting for a response isn't going to stop him getting to that bed. ]
[ the look evan gives him - mask tilted up, bottle halfway to his mouth, partly turned to watch david and make sure he doesn't go too far - is possibly the closest to genuine surprise david's probably seen on him yet.
it takes him a few seconds to process the implication, which isn't an implication, he realizes. david's not inviting him to fuck (probably). if he was, evan would wave him off, go back to his business. that's normal. that's usual.
but just sleeping? ]
I don't sleep.
[ which he thinks he's told david before, but this time it doesn't come out as a dry comment on his own life or something nasty to suggest he's better. it's almost as surprised as he is. almost like it's the first thing he could grab at in the confusion. ]
Shrapnel don't play nice with a bed.
[ that's a little more solid, but he still hasn't taken that follow-up drink yet. ]
[ he was inviting evan to fuck, but the fact that he assumes otherwise gives him a little pause, especially because the response isn't just a terse dismissal. but he manages to take it in stride, not skipping a beat when he shrugs. honestly the bastard could probably do with some actual rest. ]
Put your bum shoulder on me and don't move too much. [ another shrug, more in his face than his shoulders this time. ] I can take it.
[ is he really suggesting that? granted it's mostly out of determination not to let on he's probably just as thrown by the idea too, but that doesn't stop david being inwardly confused at himself. and a little annoyed. isn't that ego how he ended up in this weird little relationship in the first place. ]
[ whatever. evan's probably going to brush him off anyway, there's no risk. ]
[ that gets a smirk, though whether it's amused or just dismissive isn't clear. ]
You'd wake up with broken ribs.
[ and a few other injuries.
but after the offer, david makes another one. maybe that was his intention in the first place. evan's a little surprised, but maybe he shouldn't be. maybe not after the rebuff last time, where evan told him no for various reasons. maybe it's just been a while.
it makes more sense than just sleeping in the same bed. it's a little less worrying, too. why would it be worrying in the first place? like hell he knows. ]
You wanna sleep in whatever gets left when we're done?
[ there's a hint of what should be familiar combativeness at what evan says about his ribs — part of him clearly wants to argue about it because obviously he'd be fine and there's no way that evan could possibly injure him seriously in his sleep — but then he moves on and that gets a laugh out of david. ]
[ evan finally takes that drink, and considers his options. the grudge against him is clearly faded, although he's not going to assume it's gone completely. he intended to wave him off before, because he assumed that wasn't the reason david came down here and the offer was just going to be out of habit or something like that, but after the surprise and now the straightforward idea ... hm.
it takes him a little longer than usual to respond. ]
Alright.
[ he doesn't finish off the drink, recorks it for later and pushes it back in with other bottles on the workbench (mostly tar, just to hide it, because david's not the only one who comes down here) before pulling the mask off as he heads for the door.
the coil of rope from their last clash is still by the door, innocuous as it was the first time. evan ignores it. obviously he ignores it. even a joke would make david try to break his skull, he's pretty sure. ]
[ david is, for a moment, visibly surprised. the offer was made out of genuine interest, but that doesn't mean he expected evan to take him up on it. nor did he expect him to just take off his mask without david insisting first. that's something to think about another time though. or never, more realistically. ]
[ it was surprisingly easy to put his grudge down after their conversation last time he was here. understanding it's a communication issue more than it's evan just being a selfish asshole doesn't completely push aside the frustration and anger, but it means david knows he has to just be clearer and more straightforward if he has a problem instead of expecting evan to just understand why he's pissed. ]
[ evan also hasn't been much of an asshole lately, which is odd to think about. that he seems to making some kind of an effort? david doesn't know what to do with that. ]
[ he pulls his shirt off and holds it with his jacket so he can dump them on the floor by the bed and turns on the spot to reach for evan and pull him over. ]
[ the bedroom, such as it is, is dark. it was dark last time and he hasn't bothered fixing the light. not when there's enough coming in from the workshop beyond. then again, they don't really need to see, and his dark vision is good enough. and he doubts david cares either way.
without any fresh conflicts to get them fighting, he lets david pull him in. he wouldn't have let that happen, ages ago; david's about the only one who's got the audacity to do it now. it's a little loosening of the control he lives and breathes, but only just a little, because he doesn't give up control easily. or ever. david's one of the rare few to challenge it outright.
with david already shirtless it's easy to get hands on him again. feeling out the muscles and scars, the bones and reminders of who this is. he does remember them, in fact. for everyone who comes down here. it's not something he could recall on a whim but with a touch - if it was completely pitch black, he'd still know this was david. not just from the tension and the burning anger he can feel under his skin but from everything, completely.
maybe it's not a good thing. but it's easy to ignore.
while one hand finds david's bare skin again, the other's at his throat almost immediately, trying to take back that inch of control he's given over by forcing david's head up and tilting it back. every wound and bruise he might have left is long since gone, like it's never been there. there's upsides and downsides to that, but right now, that just means there's space to mark again. ]
[ it's funny, or it would be if david could think about it that way, that the same is very much true for him. evan's the only person who's ever challenged him like this, pushed against his control in a way that wasn't just for show. a constant source of frustration that pings at the back of his skull when things are done with and he's making the journey back; how much ground he feels like he's given up, how he feels like he's constantly fighting and losing to claw some of that back. ]
[ it's the reason the hand around his throat always sets off something combative in him. well-- part of the reason, but he doesn't acknowledge the rest of it. it's enough anyway that when he tilts his head up it's with a glare and a curled lip, but not a fight. he reaches to curl a fist in the front of evan's waders and pull him closer again, slides a hand over his hip, under the worn leather to flatten a palm against his side, push it up around to his back to feel him out the same way in return. the way he always likes to. ]
[ it wouldn't occur to evan that someone might want to get their hands on him in turn. as in actually touch him, the obvious aside. it's why david's interest in it catches him off-guard occasionally. like now, when instead of just grabbing and holding on his hand is under the waders, even while they're still on.
there's just one hint of the surprise - one eyebrow, slightly raised, maybe not even visible in the semidarkness of the room - before he leans back in for a kiss that bites more than it doesn't. the hand doesn't leave david's throat and the other one's still moving, finding what he can remember until his fingers get to the front of david's pants, where he can undo the belt, the fly, get this going quicker. it's been a while, and he's impatient, and also a selfish asshole.
he's also not going to interrupt if david opts to try and undo the fastenings on the waders, provided he's cautious about it. it's just painful enough that he's got some patience for it, but not a lot. ]
[ the impatient aggression is comfortable and familiar, easy for david to respond to in kind. he growls into the kiss, bites back just as much, fingers flexing where they're splayed out on evan's back before david decides he needs those stupid waders off. ]
[ he's watched evan take them off enough times that in his head, he knows how to get them unhooked from evan's body, but david knows that doesn't necessarily translate. still, he doubts he can cause enough problems to halt all this. ]
[ david pushes his hand up evan's side, blunt nails dragging along his body until he finds his shoulder. pauses, just for a moment to consider what he's doing, and then goes for it. moving quick as he can without agitating the pieces protruding from evan's shoulder too much. ]
[ the pull is painful enough that he grimaces against the bites. just painful enough to be a distraction, but not enough to end this, or even pause it. david works quickly enough, and soon the clasp is unhooked, leaving just the other one on his actual shoulder, which doesn't hurt as much. it's also easier to get undone.
for his part, evan undoes david's belt and fly and shoves them down, more interested in getting a hand on david's ass and giving that a hard squeeze. a part of him remembers that's the kind of thing that goes welcomed. the grip on his throat doesn't lighten up, but he doesn't tighten that in turn. the bites, the hard nature of it all, is more than enough. for the moment. ]
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why.
[ it can't just be the obvious. then again, he remembers after he sent it the time david got himself nearly killed just to take a shower. ]
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Supposedly. I haven't opened it.
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bring it. if it lives up, fine. otherwise, you get something else.
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[ evan if you stab him for it not being whiskey-- ]
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Yeah, okay. Deal.
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[ not that he wouldn't stab david for giving him the wrong kind of alcohol, but that's not the point. ]
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[ when he gets there, david enters and closes the door behind him (firmly, one might note,) and waits just long enough for evan to acknowledge him before he tosses the bottle over, expecting evan to catch it. ]
Here.
[ it looks like whiskey; the liquid is a deep amber and the styling has all the bold, square shapes of a classic bottle of scotch, but the labels are faded and damaged to the point that they're totally unreadable. david wouldn't be entirely surprised if it turned out to be rum instead. ]
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he sets down his tools as the door shuts, which means he does catch the bottle when it comes his way. he gives david a hidden glare under the mask and examines the faded label. probably whiskey, as implied.
after a few seconds of examination, he opens it and pushes his mask up to get a decent whiff of it. the sharp burn isn't all that familiar to him, in all honesty. the liquor he had back before wasn't cheap stuff, and here, he just drinks what he can get. so even if it isn't whiskey, he's not totally sure he'll know the difference.
part of him wants to make david go get something else just because, but he takes a swig and decides against it. it's not like he's asking to take anything. ]
Works. [ it'll be a halfway decent distraction. he's never appreciated that he didn't get the family wine cellar, while certain other people get fully stocked bars. ] Bed's clean. Don't crash too long.
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[ it means it's impossible to hold back the little smile when evan says the bed's good for him, but david doesn't linger. he nods and shrugs out of his jacket as he starts toward the bedroom, pauses when something occurs to him and he turns back around to look at evan. ]
Could come with.
[ still looking in his direction, eyebrow raised in question, but david doesn't stop moving toward the door. maybe too confident considering he's heading in a direction through the workshop he's only ever been once before, but waiting for a response isn't going to stop him getting to that bed. ]
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it takes him a few seconds to process the implication, which isn't an implication, he realizes. david's not inviting him to fuck (probably). if he was, evan would wave him off, go back to his business. that's normal. that's usual.
but just sleeping? ]
I don't sleep.
[ which he thinks he's told david before, but this time it doesn't come out as a dry comment on his own life or something nasty to suggest he's better. it's almost as surprised as he is. almost like it's the first thing he could grab at in the confusion. ]
Shrapnel don't play nice with a bed.
[ that's a little more solid, but he still hasn't taken that follow-up drink yet. ]
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Put your bum shoulder on me and don't move too much. [ another shrug, more in his face than his shoulders this time. ] I can take it.
[ is he really suggesting that? granted it's mostly out of determination not to let on he's probably just as thrown by the idea too, but that doesn't stop david being inwardly confused at himself. and a little annoyed. isn't that ego how he ended up in this weird little relationship in the first place. ]
[ whatever. evan's probably going to brush him off anyway, there's no risk. ]
Or we could just fuck.
[ saved it. ]
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You'd wake up with broken ribs.
[ and a few other injuries.
but after the offer, david makes another one. maybe that was his intention in the first place. evan's a little surprised, but maybe he shouldn't be. maybe not after the rebuff last time, where evan told him no for various reasons. maybe it's just been a while.
it makes more sense than just sleeping in the same bed. it's a little less worrying, too. why would it be worrying in the first place? like hell he knows. ]
You wanna sleep in whatever gets left when we're done?
[ as if that matters in the long run. ]
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Been sleeping in the dirt for how long now?
[ he shakes his head. ]
Little sweat'n spunk isn't gonna bother me.
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it takes him a little longer than usual to respond. ]
Alright.
[ he doesn't finish off the drink, recorks it for later and pushes it back in with other bottles on the workbench (mostly tar, just to hide it, because david's not the only one who comes down here) before pulling the mask off as he heads for the door.
the coil of rope from their last clash is still by the door, innocuous as it was the first time. evan ignores it. obviously he ignores it. even a joke would make david try to break his skull, he's pretty sure. ]
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[ it was surprisingly easy to put his grudge down after their conversation last time he was here. understanding it's a communication issue more than it's evan just being a selfish asshole doesn't completely push aside the frustration and anger, but it means david knows he has to just be clearer and more straightforward if he has a problem instead of expecting evan to just understand why he's pissed. ]
[ evan also hasn't been much of an asshole lately, which is odd to think about. that he seems to making some kind of an effort? david doesn't know what to do with that. ]
[ he pulls his shirt off and holds it with his jacket so he can dump them on the floor by the bed and turns on the spot to reach for evan and pull him over. ]
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without any fresh conflicts to get them fighting, he lets david pull him in. he wouldn't have let that happen, ages ago; david's about the only one who's got the audacity to do it now. it's a little loosening of the control he lives and breathes, but only just a little, because he doesn't give up control easily. or ever. david's one of the rare few to challenge it outright.
with david already shirtless it's easy to get hands on him again. feeling out the muscles and scars, the bones and reminders of who this is. he does remember them, in fact. for everyone who comes down here. it's not something he could recall on a whim but with a touch - if it was completely pitch black, he'd still know this was david. not just from the tension and the burning anger he can feel under his skin but from everything, completely.
maybe it's not a good thing. but it's easy to ignore.
while one hand finds david's bare skin again, the other's at his throat almost immediately, trying to take back that inch of control he's given over by forcing david's head up and tilting it back. every wound and bruise he might have left is long since gone, like it's never been there. there's upsides and downsides to that, but right now, that just means there's space to mark again. ]
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[ it's the reason the hand around his throat always sets off something combative in him. well-- part of the reason, but he doesn't acknowledge the rest of it. it's enough anyway that when he tilts his head up it's with a glare and a curled lip, but not a fight. he reaches to curl a fist in the front of evan's waders and pull him closer again, slides a hand over his hip, under the worn leather to flatten a palm against his side, push it up around to his back to feel him out the same way in return. the way he always likes to. ]
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there's just one hint of the surprise - one eyebrow, slightly raised, maybe not even visible in the semidarkness of the room - before he leans back in for a kiss that bites more than it doesn't. the hand doesn't leave david's throat and the other one's still moving, finding what he can remember until his fingers get to the front of david's pants, where he can undo the belt, the fly, get this going quicker. it's been a while, and he's impatient, and also a selfish asshole.
he's also not going to interrupt if david opts to try and undo the fastenings on the waders, provided he's cautious about it. it's just painful enough that he's got some patience for it, but not a lot. ]
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[ he's watched evan take them off enough times that in his head, he knows how to get them unhooked from evan's body, but david knows that doesn't necessarily translate. still, he doubts he can cause enough problems to halt all this. ]
[ david pushes his hand up evan's side, blunt nails dragging along his body until he finds his shoulder. pauses, just for a moment to consider what he's doing, and then goes for it. moving quick as he can without agitating the pieces protruding from evan's shoulder too much. ]
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for his part, evan undoes david's belt and fly and shoves them down, more interested in getting a hand on david's ass and giving that a hard squeeze. a part of him remembers that's the kind of thing that goes welcomed. the grip on his throat doesn't lighten up, but he doesn't tighten that in turn. the bites, the hard nature of it all, is more than enough. for the moment. ]
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