Post by misaki on Apr 23, 2008 15:13:12 GMT -5
*takes the love and uses it to buy Swedish Fish*
Murphy wasn't sure what was wrong with him. He'd somehow ended up with two roommates, successfully interrupting his solitary life. Maybe being sick had made him weak--though he'd stopped being sick a while ago and still hadn't kicked them out.. A week had passed now, in any case, and he was startled to find that he actually liked living with people, even Hassan, who was whiny as hell. The kid was proving himself useful by cleaning the mess that Murphy couldn't be bothered to deal with after Molly had left. He was a good cook, too, which was a relief. Murphy only knew a limited range of recipes, and he had been getting sick of them.
Hassan kept trying to talk to him about the problem of Jack, but Murphy mostly ignored him. He didn't really have a problem with the captain--he'd only left because Hassan had been so persuasive about it. There came one night, though, where it all became too much.
"--just worried about how to protect us!" Hassan was saying, while Clyde looked confused. It was around eleven at night and they were all sitting in the living room, watching a movie on TV. "Jack could barge in here at any time!"
"What the hell do you want me to do?" Murphy snapped at him. "Go buy a vicious guard dog or something? You want the protection, you go out and buy it, I've told you that before!"
"Um," Clyde said uncertainly. He'd been hearing a very similar conversation all week, and finally found the courage to ask about it. "What's going on? Is something bad going to happen?"
Murphy and Hassan both looked at him, then at each other.
"Our past is catching up to us," Hassan said carefully. "It's probably best not to get you involved."
"Hassan," Murphy said, getting to his feet. "Let's talk about this. No offense, kid," he added to Clyde, as the two men headed for the privacy of his bedroom, "but like Hassan said, it's probably better for you not to know."
Clyde nodded glumly as the door closed behind them. In the bedroom, Murphy sat down on his bed and glared at Hassan, who walked over to the window and stared out it.
"Why do you keep going on about this?" he said shortly. "You haven't even told me how you know the captain's looking for you."
"Ira called me," Hassan replied, frowning a little. "He said Jack tracked us to this city and is looking for us. I've been keeping an eye out for him when I've gone out, but I haven't seen him yet."
"Of course not," Murphy scoffed. "He'll have hired people to do that. All he needs is to wait until they find you."
"Us," Hassan said pointedly, and Murphy shrugged.
"Whatever. I know you hated being his little sex slave, but I personally don't have anything to lose here now that Molly's gone. He always paid us well."
Hassan gave him an unhappy look and said, "Aren't you even a little indignant at the way he used me?"
"You told me yourself that you made that deal with him," Murphy replied, shrugging. "He didn't force you in to it."
"I agreed to work for him until my debts to him were paid off, not to let him fuck me whenever he felt like it," Hassan said, scowling. He sat down on the bed next to Murphy. "Even I don't like sex that much."
"That's hard to believe," Murphy said, rolling his eyes. Hassan grinned at him, the smile easily erasing the scowl that had been there--his face simply wasn't made for anger. Murphy half smiled back at him and then got to his feet, saying, "Well, I don't know what you want to do about this whole Jack thing-"
"Patrick," Hassan said, grabbing him by the wrist, and there was a different tone in his voice. All he said was his name, but Murphy knew what he wanted.
"Hassan, no," Murphy began with a sigh, but Hassan got to his feet and kissed him. Murphy was lonely enough, and starved enough for sex after months without Molly, that he let him, even returning the kiss hungrily, and he let Hassan push him down onto the bed. He was embarrassed of himself at the back of his mind and--A pang of guilt hit him as he thought of Clyde.
"Fuck, Hassan," Murphy groaned, "the kid's out there. Stop."
"I refuse to," Hassan murmured, kissing his collarbone. "Bite on something if you're worried about being loud."
In the living room, Clyde wasn't so dumb that he wasn't aware of what they were doing, even without the muffled gasps and moans. Rather than sit there and pretend he didn't know what they were doing, he got up and went out into the hallway of the apartment building and sat down with his back against the wall, where he was surrounded by the gentle murmurs of voices and televisions from the apartments all around. He felt markedly unhappy, and he wasn't sure why. Had he honestly thought that he would be able to fit in with those two or--delving even further--that the admiration and like of Murphy he'd been building up over the past week might be reciprocated? Obviously those two had a history with each other. He had been an idiot to believe that he might have a chance.
"Hey, are you all right?" a concerned voice asked him, and he jerked out of his reverie to find a handsome man with messy red hair staring down at him. "Did you get locked out?"
"Oh...no..." Clyde said, feeling a little embarrassed. "My...um...roommates are...busy."
"With no regard for you?" the man tsked. "That's rude. If you'd like, you can come to my apartment until they've...finished."
"Um..." Clyde said uncertainly. "I don't know..." Being invited into a strange man's apartment was weird, but then again, he was living with two guys he'd only met a week ago. Perhaps he wasn't the best judge of things.
The man shrugged. "It's your choice," he said. "I'm in 2E, if you want to come in." He moved off down the hall. Clyde watched him go, his stomach turning nervously. He knew what the right thing to do was--just stay there and wait for Murphy and Hassan to be done--but he was still hurt, and any socialization was better than sitting out in the hallway by himself. Brooding on things would only make the hurt worse.
The man wasn't even at his door before Clyde caught up with him.
"Made a decision?" the man asked him, getting out his keys.
"Er...only if it's no trouble," Clyde said nervously.
The man shook his head and they stopped in front of 2E's door. "What's your name?" the man asked as he unlocked it and held it open for Clyde.
Clyde ducked past him and said, "Clyde. What about you?"
"TJ," the man replied, flicking on the lights in the apartment and shutting the door. "Make yourself at home. Do you want anything?"
"I'm fine, thank you," Clyde replied, cautiously sitting down on a rather nice leather couch.
TJ--it seemed an odd name for the man, almost too young for him--shrugged and went into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a beer in his hand.
"So," he said, sitting down in an armchair. "Have you lived here long? I don't remember seeing you."
"Um, no," Clyde replied slowly. "I only moved in with them last week."
TJ raised his eyebrows. "'Them'? I thought there was only one guy living in that apartment."
"Well...it's usually just Murphy, I guess, but Hassan's been staying with him lately," Clyde said, rather unhappily. He was distracted enough by his misery that he missed the look that passed over TJ's face.
The man said, quite calmly, "Two men? And they're the ones..." He trailed off suggestively, and Clyde nodded.
After a pause, TJ said, "You don't look very happy. They obviously make you uncomfortable, or you wouldn't have been sitting out in the hall."
"It's...not so much that," Clyde said slowly. "It's just....I don't know..."
TJ, watching his face intently, said, "You like one of them."
Clyde gave him an embarrassed look which said everything. TJ smiled slightly. "Which one?"
Clyde looked down at his hands and said, "Murphy," softly.
"I see," TJ said. At that moment, a tinny ringtone sounded, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone. "Please excuse me," he said to Clyde, getting to his feet and moving into the kitchen. Clyde could hear his voice talking, low and indistinguishable. He waited, but it didn't seem like TJ was coming back any time soon. Clyde began looking around the room, but there wasn't much to look at; no wall decorations, no plants, no rug--he didn't even have a television. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
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Murphy and Hassan sexing it up. D:
TJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ....
Murphy wasn't sure what was wrong with him. He'd somehow ended up with two roommates, successfully interrupting his solitary life. Maybe being sick had made him weak--though he'd stopped being sick a while ago and still hadn't kicked them out.. A week had passed now, in any case, and he was startled to find that he actually liked living with people, even Hassan, who was whiny as hell. The kid was proving himself useful by cleaning the mess that Murphy couldn't be bothered to deal with after Molly had left. He was a good cook, too, which was a relief. Murphy only knew a limited range of recipes, and he had been getting sick of them.
Hassan kept trying to talk to him about the problem of Jack, but Murphy mostly ignored him. He didn't really have a problem with the captain--he'd only left because Hassan had been so persuasive about it. There came one night, though, where it all became too much.
"--just worried about how to protect us!" Hassan was saying, while Clyde looked confused. It was around eleven at night and they were all sitting in the living room, watching a movie on TV. "Jack could barge in here at any time!"
"What the hell do you want me to do?" Murphy snapped at him. "Go buy a vicious guard dog or something? You want the protection, you go out and buy it, I've told you that before!"
"Um," Clyde said uncertainly. He'd been hearing a very similar conversation all week, and finally found the courage to ask about it. "What's going on? Is something bad going to happen?"
Murphy and Hassan both looked at him, then at each other.
"Our past is catching up to us," Hassan said carefully. "It's probably best not to get you involved."
"Hassan," Murphy said, getting to his feet. "Let's talk about this. No offense, kid," he added to Clyde, as the two men headed for the privacy of his bedroom, "but like Hassan said, it's probably better for you not to know."
Clyde nodded glumly as the door closed behind them. In the bedroom, Murphy sat down on his bed and glared at Hassan, who walked over to the window and stared out it.
"Why do you keep going on about this?" he said shortly. "You haven't even told me how you know the captain's looking for you."
"Ira called me," Hassan replied, frowning a little. "He said Jack tracked us to this city and is looking for us. I've been keeping an eye out for him when I've gone out, but I haven't seen him yet."
"Of course not," Murphy scoffed. "He'll have hired people to do that. All he needs is to wait until they find you."
"Us," Hassan said pointedly, and Murphy shrugged.
"Whatever. I know you hated being his little sex slave, but I personally don't have anything to lose here now that Molly's gone. He always paid us well."
Hassan gave him an unhappy look and said, "Aren't you even a little indignant at the way he used me?"
"You told me yourself that you made that deal with him," Murphy replied, shrugging. "He didn't force you in to it."
"I agreed to work for him until my debts to him were paid off, not to let him fuck me whenever he felt like it," Hassan said, scowling. He sat down on the bed next to Murphy. "Even I don't like sex that much."
"That's hard to believe," Murphy said, rolling his eyes. Hassan grinned at him, the smile easily erasing the scowl that had been there--his face simply wasn't made for anger. Murphy half smiled back at him and then got to his feet, saying, "Well, I don't know what you want to do about this whole Jack thing-"
"Patrick," Hassan said, grabbing him by the wrist, and there was a different tone in his voice. All he said was his name, but Murphy knew what he wanted.
"Hassan, no," Murphy began with a sigh, but Hassan got to his feet and kissed him. Murphy was lonely enough, and starved enough for sex after months without Molly, that he let him, even returning the kiss hungrily, and he let Hassan push him down onto the bed. He was embarrassed of himself at the back of his mind and--A pang of guilt hit him as he thought of Clyde.
"Fuck, Hassan," Murphy groaned, "the kid's out there. Stop."
"I refuse to," Hassan murmured, kissing his collarbone. "Bite on something if you're worried about being loud."
In the living room, Clyde wasn't so dumb that he wasn't aware of what they were doing, even without the muffled gasps and moans. Rather than sit there and pretend he didn't know what they were doing, he got up and went out into the hallway of the apartment building and sat down with his back against the wall, where he was surrounded by the gentle murmurs of voices and televisions from the apartments all around. He felt markedly unhappy, and he wasn't sure why. Had he honestly thought that he would be able to fit in with those two or--delving even further--that the admiration and like of Murphy he'd been building up over the past week might be reciprocated? Obviously those two had a history with each other. He had been an idiot to believe that he might have a chance.
"Hey, are you all right?" a concerned voice asked him, and he jerked out of his reverie to find a handsome man with messy red hair staring down at him. "Did you get locked out?"
"Oh...no..." Clyde said, feeling a little embarrassed. "My...um...roommates are...busy."
"With no regard for you?" the man tsked. "That's rude. If you'd like, you can come to my apartment until they've...finished."
"Um..." Clyde said uncertainly. "I don't know..." Being invited into a strange man's apartment was weird, but then again, he was living with two guys he'd only met a week ago. Perhaps he wasn't the best judge of things.
The man shrugged. "It's your choice," he said. "I'm in 2E, if you want to come in." He moved off down the hall. Clyde watched him go, his stomach turning nervously. He knew what the right thing to do was--just stay there and wait for Murphy and Hassan to be done--but he was still hurt, and any socialization was better than sitting out in the hallway by himself. Brooding on things would only make the hurt worse.
The man wasn't even at his door before Clyde caught up with him.
"Made a decision?" the man asked him, getting out his keys.
"Er...only if it's no trouble," Clyde said nervously.
The man shook his head and they stopped in front of 2E's door. "What's your name?" the man asked as he unlocked it and held it open for Clyde.
Clyde ducked past him and said, "Clyde. What about you?"
"TJ," the man replied, flicking on the lights in the apartment and shutting the door. "Make yourself at home. Do you want anything?"
"I'm fine, thank you," Clyde replied, cautiously sitting down on a rather nice leather couch.
TJ--it seemed an odd name for the man, almost too young for him--shrugged and went into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a beer in his hand.
"So," he said, sitting down in an armchair. "Have you lived here long? I don't remember seeing you."
"Um, no," Clyde replied slowly. "I only moved in with them last week."
TJ raised his eyebrows. "'Them'? I thought there was only one guy living in that apartment."
"Well...it's usually just Murphy, I guess, but Hassan's been staying with him lately," Clyde said, rather unhappily. He was distracted enough by his misery that he missed the look that passed over TJ's face.
The man said, quite calmly, "Two men? And they're the ones..." He trailed off suggestively, and Clyde nodded.
After a pause, TJ said, "You don't look very happy. They obviously make you uncomfortable, or you wouldn't have been sitting out in the hall."
"It's...not so much that," Clyde said slowly. "It's just....I don't know..."
TJ, watching his face intently, said, "You like one of them."
Clyde gave him an embarrassed look which said everything. TJ smiled slightly. "Which one?"
Clyde looked down at his hands and said, "Murphy," softly.
"I see," TJ said. At that moment, a tinny ringtone sounded, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone. "Please excuse me," he said to Clyde, getting to his feet and moving into the kitchen. Clyde could hear his voice talking, low and indistinguishable. He waited, but it didn't seem like TJ was coming back any time soon. Clyde began looking around the room, but there wasn't much to look at; no wall decorations, no plants, no rug--he didn't even have a television. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
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Murphy and Hassan sexing it up. D:
TJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ....
