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Sitcom AU

TESSA SULLIVAN

Texty text about background, career, hopes and dreams.

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I WILL NEVER KNOW THE WAY IT FEELS TO BE JUST ANYONE

BENEDICT ARTEMIZIO

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COLIN ANJU KEANE

Nursing student, future registered nurse. From Toronto, grew up in foster care etc etc will flesh this out

IT SEEMS THE VOICES IN MY HEAD I SELDOM GET TO CHOOSE

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ALEX AGIAD

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Bene watches him idly, the hose in his mouth as he puffs at it, taking a deep draw and prettily blowing it out before he speaks.

"Want some?"

If Colin lifts his head, Bene waggles the nozzle at him.

"We did it this morning, bae--oh." Colin blinks at the offered hookah before climbing back up to a sitting position and reaching for it. He draws in a deep breath and passes it back, holding it in for some time before sighing it out.

"Thanks." More tired blinking. "Feeling better, then?"

"Mmhmm," Bene intones, lying there with his arm tucked behind his head, stretched out over the pillows like a sleek, self-satisfied cat, having achieved just enough of a high to feel that heightened sensation of fabric against his skin, of the warmth of the air around him.

He's definitely feeling better.

A lazy smile. Colin slides off the bed to cuddle up beside his boyfriend, arms going around him as he nuzzles against his neck.

"Love you."

"C'mere," Benedict grunts, tugging him closer as he takes in another deep drag, then sighs it out. His head lolls onto the pillow beside Colin's as he passes the hose, gazing contentedly at the ceiling.

Colin takes the hose for another deep draught of the smoke before cuddling close again.

"You did something today that wasn't good," he murmurs. "Then, right when you'd gotten away with it, you owned up to it. I'm really proud of you."

In his addled state, it takes Bene a moment to realize what Colin means-- and then he blushes slightly, but looks at him with a smile that's genuine and a "really?" that sounds a little too earnest. He tempers it by pushing his hair back out of his face: who needs approval, him?? Not on your life.

"Mm-hm." Which gives Colin an idea. He smiles.

"So maybe," and he takes another drag of smoke, leaning in to kiss Bene and share it. "So maybe, the spanking can be something we do when you're good."

Kissing back lazily, Bene's expression becomes perplexed when Colin speaks again.

"But--" he murmurs, smoke puffing from his mouth with the breath, "...how does that work?" He can be very astute when he wants, but maybe not while in the process of getting high.

Colin's brows lift slightly; one hand reaches behind Bene to squeeze one still-sore ass cheek.

This elicits a little gasp, more startled than pained, and Bene's face reddens again.
"I mean-- it's not punishment then, is it?"

That gives Colin pause. He struggles to find the line between their sex life and their personal differences.

"Do you...want it to be? In, like, an actual BDSM way and not the child abuse way."

Bene smirks slightly, although not mockingly: perhaps just the idea that one can commit child abuse on someone who isn't a child, but he supposes at that point it's just abuse. But the question makes him think.

"...would that be a bad thing?" he asks, not even completely certain where he stands.

Colin, head on Bene's shoulder, turns his face upward to smile at him. One hand runs soothingly across his boyfriend's torso.

"I love," he says warmly, "when you just...top the hell out of me. I love it. I love the way you tease; I love how it makes me feel helpless and small, 'cause it means...I don't know, I feel free. Spoiled. Wanted. I love when I have to beg you for more. I love how hard I come when you finally let it happen. I love how close it makes me feel to you when I'm so vulnerable."

He cranes upward to press a chaste kiss to Bene's lips.

"If it's what you want, I'd love the chance to make you feel the way you make me feel."

The smile that breaks onto Bene's face is one of exceeding pride, as though Colin just complimented a great work of skill; it's nice to feel appreciated for the little things, even when the little things consist of sucking dick.

He meets the kiss magnanimously, but his smile returns to something a bit more timid when Colin continues, and he gives a little nod. It's not often that he feels vulnerable; he thinks he likes it.

Maybe not the kind of vulnerable that an unlocked door in a moment of intimacy results in at this moment. The door opens, very quickly, and Tessa takes exactly one step in, pivots on her heel and steps back out, closing the door just as quickly--slamming it, she slams it and cringes at the noise, opens the door a crack and closes it again slowly. Quietly.

Then, she knocks.

"You told me to knock before coming into your room," she says, pressing her face into the corner where the door meets the jamb. "Can I come in please? I knocked, you're not fucking, and I can hear the hookah bubbling and I'm kinda freaking out right now so can I please just come in and take a hit please?"

Colin attempts to sit up. Between the pillows and the weed, he gives up pretty quickly and goes back to cuddling with Bene.

"Come on in. What's wrong?"

With the same energy that she'd started to come in with before, she bustles in and fwumps down on the pillows.

"Look at this shit, look at this shit," she says, swapping her phone for the hose in Colin's hand so he can look and she can toke. "I called him. I called Alexios and his number is disconnected. Then, then. I get like, three calls in the past three days from an unknown number--the same unknown number every time."

Clearly, to Tessa, that means something.

A long, blank look.

"Call it back?"

"What?! No!" That, exclaimed through a cloud of smoke. "Who would be calling me? Nobody calls me! Because I tell them not to, but still."

Tessa shoves her hair out of her face and snatches her phone back, replacing it with the hose again and tip-tapping through the various menus.

"What if something happened? What if Alex's phone is disconnected because he got whacked by some heavy hitter, ya know? And now they're coming after me because I know too much--or holy shit, what if Alexios hired a hitman because he's pissed that I set an ultimatum, and that's why he's not texting me, and he changed his number, and--"

In the midst of her scrolling, the phone starts to buzz in her hand and she yelps with surprise and tosses it to Colin like a hot-potato.

Bene is lying there with a spaced-out, vaguely confused expression as this transpires, pausing only to take another quiet pull from the nozzle.
Seeing that these two clearly aren't going to get anything done, he casually takes the phone and swipes to answer.
"Yes?"

Thanks to the way Tessa's phone has no concept of a reasonable volume for calls to come in at, both she and Colin can clearly hear the automated message that blares into Bene's ear.

It's not Alexios, or a hitman. It's the American Red Cross advertising for a blood drive in Buffalo, New York.

Tessa exhales, realizing only just now that she'd been holding her breath, but it's not a sigh of relief. If anything, it's a sound of disappointment, which in itself is infuriating, and she looks incredulously at her phone in Benedict's hand.

"I've never even been to Buffalo!"

He flinches back with a sneer when the phone blasts at him, but then Benedict tosses the phone to the floor in front of all of them while it delivers its message.
Clearly a little irritated with Tessa, but not enough to get up or say anything about it, he just gives her a Look and hands her the nozzle.

"So it's a wrong number," he sighs.

Colin's face falls at the news. He peers at Tessa worriedly.

"Maybe..." After a lengthy pause, he finds he cannot spin this in a comforting way. Instead, he reaches out to pat her shoulder.

Edited 2020-05-10 07:27 (UTC)

Tessa takes the hose and just sort of holds it loosely in her fingers for a moment before passing it to Colin without taking a hit, and picks up her phone to numbly look at the recent call log.

"It's ok, Colin," she says in response to the hand on her shoulder. It's not okay, but she's trying to fake it til she makes it, so she's gotta be cool. "Just a wrong number. No big deal. Much better than...whatever."

Whatever, in this context, means proof that Alexios ever gave a damn, one way or another. Yeah, it's dramatic, but nothing about that relationship was boring or chill. Tessa stands up and checks the time on her phone.

"Weeeelllll I should go eat that tub of ice cream in the freezer to fully embody this stereotype so--" Waving once, quite awkwardly, she shows herself out and closes the door behind her.

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