He snorted lightly. “Fuck, you wouldn’tt be pissing me off. You’d be saving me some god damn trouble.” He teased, but leaned into the touches. “And I figure your filth will just get sucked into a big cities sewer like drawn by a magnet!” He enjoyed the light touches on the tattoo. Something hardly anyone ever got to see.
“Dear god I hope for her sake she looks better than you.” he teased lightly, though at the same time it was true. He didn’t look half bad that one lone time he’d cleaned himself up.
“Yeah, yeah. Ya couldn’t kill me if ya tried.” Conrad had tried once. I hadn’t worked.
First the little ribs, then down it’s spine, and along it’s curling tail. How many other people actually had seen this thing?
“Well she’s a model so. Far as know she still looks great. She always did. Look great that ‘s.” He fell silent again for a moment, then sighed. “What ‘bout ya? Pretty sure ya were th’ only one yer mum ever got to fuck wi’.”
“I wouldn’t try, murder is far too messy.” he glanced back over his shoulder to watch Worth trace out the design. “Mmmm having fun back there?” He really didn’t think Worth’s sister would be unattractive. If Worth’s life had gone differently. He was sure Worth would have been damn attractive.
“No, thank god.” He sighed, there was a reason he moved away from mother dearest. And thank god she’d never meet Worth. “I honestly… I have no idea how I even came about. I mean. That those two people had sex. I just. You will never see my mother.”
“Yes, wet. You know, it’s supposed to rain a lot in the U.K.” The gentle squeeze made him lean in against the blonde all the more. “How the fuck did you even manage to survive. I think if you were my kid I’d have just dropped you off in the wild and let a dingo have at you or something.”
He realised he didn’t really know uch about Worth past his obvious accent and lack of morals or hygiene. “So… do you have any siblings. Who survived the great down under I mean.”
“Pretty sure mum was close to doin’ that once ‘er twice…” His mother had been a great mom, but she hadn’t been exactly all there.
Worth pushed up on one arm and looked down at him. “…What’s wi’ th’ twenty questions? Ya suddenly all curious ‘bout me?”
He kind of froze for a moment, well why exactly did you. Hello, now that we’re having sex on a regular basis tell me about yourself. “Well Jesus fucking Christ. Didn’t know curiosity was illegal now!” He turned over so his back was to Worth.
“Well you know it would be nice to know who the next of kin is in case you get eaten by a sewer alligator over there!”
“God yer such a bitch!” He said this with a grin though, and kissed Conrad’s shoulder. “Hugest bitch ever. I swear to god, I should get eaten, just to piss you off! An’ what’s yer obsession wi’ sewers an’ toilets? Jus’ can’t get yer mind outta th’ gutter, ‘eh princess?”
If Conrad was going to turn his back to him, Worth was going to lay behind him and trace the black bones of the little raptor skeleton on Conrad’s back.
“…I got a sister.” He hadn’t spoken about her since… Well, in a long damn time.
He snorted lightly. “Fuck, you wouldn’tt be pissing me off. You’d be saving me some god damn trouble.” He teased, but leaned into the touches. “And I figure your filth will just get sucked into a big cities sewer like drawn by a magnet!” He enjoyed the light touches on the tattoo. Something hardly anyone ever got to see.
“Dear god I hope for her sake she looks better than you.” he teased lightly, though at the same time it was true. He didn’t look half bad that one lone time he’d cleaned himself up.
“Yes, wet. You know, it’s supposed to rain a lot in the U.K.” The gentle squeeze made him lean in against the blonde all the more. “How the fuck did you even manage to survive. I think if you were my kid I’d have just dropped you off in the wild and let a dingo have at you or something.”
He realised he didn’t really know uch about Worth past his obvious accent and lack of morals or hygiene. “So… do you have any siblings. Who survived the great down under I mean.”
“Pretty sure mum was close to doin’ that once ‘er twice…” His mother had been a great mom, but she hadn’t been exactly all there.
Worth pushed up on one arm and looked down at him. “…What’s wi’ th’ twenty questions? Ya suddenly all curious ‘bout me?”
He kind of froze for a moment, well why exactly did you. Hello, now that we’re having sex on a regular basis tell me about yourself. “Well Jesus fucking Christ. Didn’t know curiosity was illegal now!” He turned over so his back was to Worth.
“Well you know it would be nice to know who the next of kin is in case you get eaten by a sewer alligator over there!”
Even if somehow, he just could move. He really couldn’t. Couldn’t imagine moving away from Worth, 20 minutes was bad enough. He’d never tell Worth. But lately he’d even considred buying himself a car. Save on cabfair. He gave a small sigh of relief with the attacks on his side ceased.
“… I wouldn’t have any idea. I would guess wet?” He’d never left the country, it was something he’d always regretted. But planes had so many things that were wrong with them. The hand moved back into Worth’s hair, petting gently. “Dont get lost in the sewers.” Which roughly translated to ‘please come back to me.’”…What’s Australia like?”
“Wet?” He repeated the word incredulously, wheezing out a laugh. “What kind of fucking word ‘s that for a country? City. Whatever.” The hand in his hair quieted him down, like stroking an animal’s fur would. “An’ yuh okay I’ll try.” Whether he caught that translation was up for debate, but he squeezed Conrad around the middle a bit when he answered.
Planes though. Little did Worth know how right Conrad’s unspoken fears were. Plane rides blew, basically. He would find out in time.
“Australia.” He leaned into the vampire’s hand and closed his eyes. Thinking about the home he hadn’t been to for decades. “…Take every animal ya can think of, make it like five times bigger an’ meaner than it needs to be, and put in yer shoe. There ya go.”
“Yes, wet. You know, it’s supposed to rain a lot in the U.K.” The gentle squeeze made him lean in against the blonde all the more. “How the fuck did you even manage to survive. I think if you were my kid I’d have just dropped you off in the wild and let a dingo have at you or something.”
He realised he didn’t really know uch about Worth past his obvious accent and lack of morals or hygiene. “So… do you have any siblings. Who survived the great down under I mean.”
“Ugh, do you want me to move to another state? Or maybe you’re just in the wrong fucking-“ He nearly made a sound when the finger brushed over just the right spot and he slapped at that hand more earnestly. “Wrong fucking parts of town.” He made and exasperated sound at the discussion of Oz. Trying his damnedest to bite back the need to giggle. The shivers becoming rough twitches.
“Or maybe, she just had a fucking concussion and a wild dream. It’s not all about… drugs you know.”
“Yuh, yuh. If it ain’t ‘bout drugs I don’t give a shit.”
Worth couldn’t help but chuckle himself, not only at the idea of Conrad actually moving away but at the little almost-noises he was making. And the idea of Conrad moving was pretty funny. It was pretty goddamn funny. Not slightly disturbing or weirdly sad at all nope. Seems he’d found the right spot, but he held off on touching it again for now. Stored the information away and let Conrad get ahold of himself.
“…So what do ya think London’s like?” It wasn’t like Conrad was from there himself, but Worth had this strange bias that the man should know more about it than he did, simply from the fact that he dressed nicer.
Even if somehow, he just could move. He really couldn’t. Couldn’t imagine moving away from Worth, 20 minutes was bad enough. He’d never tell Worth. But lately he’d even considred buying himself a car. Save on cabfair. He gave a small sigh of relief with the attacks on his side ceased.
“… I wouldn’t have any idea. I would guess wet?” He’d never left the country, it was something he’d always regretted. But planes had so many things that were wrong with them. The hand moved back into Worth’s hair, petting gently. “Dont get lost in the sewers.” Which roughly translated to ‘please come back to me.’”…What’s Australia like?”
His eyes slid shut at the fingers in his hair, and he shifted a little to settle beside Conrad, trapped one of the vampire’s arms underneath him. This way he could set his forehead against Conrad’s jaw and rest his head on his shoulder, wrap an arm around his middle and feel comfortable and safe.
“Fagfagfag~”
After a minute he started walking up Conrad’s ribs with his fingers. “As if I could ever leave Jersey for good. An’ what, miss th’ trash smell, an’ th’ hobos, an’ th’ used condoms linin’ th’ street like gold bricks?”
“I’m going to fucking punch you if you don’t stop saying that! You’re one too in case you’ve forgotten.” He enjoyed the closeness secretly, The warm body pressed to his side and sharing that oh so nice heat. His skin shivered lightly under those walking fingers before he smacked that wrist lightly in warning. Last thing he needed was Worth finding his ticklish side and exploiting it.
“God that entire sentence… never have I wanted to move so fast in my life. Please don’t ever tell me your imagining of Wizard of Oz either.”
“Well what? That’s basically what Jersey is.” That was a horrible summarization of the great state of New Jersey, but oh well. He wasn’t deterred much by the warning slap and continued to run his fingertips gently along Conrad’s sides. “An’ ‘m sorry, but Wizard of Oz were fucked up. Those kids musta been on some LSD ‘er somethin’ cuz damn.
I mean think ‘bout it. In th’ end Dorothy wakes up an’ everyone’s like oh ya musta bumped yer head. An’ everyone she knows basically made up the scarecrow an’ th’ fuckin’… th’ lion an’ shit. Even th’ witch. Drugs man, ‘m tellin’ ya right now.” Having completely ignored Conrad’s request not to tell him anything regarding Wizard of Oz, Worth fell silent for a moment, fingers still dancing lightly. Tickle spot here we come.
“Ugh, do you want me to move to another state? Or maybe you’re just in the wrong fucking-“He nearly made a sound when the finger brushed over just the right spot and he slapped at that hand more earnestly. “Wrong fucking parts of town.” He made and exasperated sound at the discussion of Oz. Trying his damnedest to bite back the need to giggle. The shivers becoming rough twitches.
“Or maybe, she just had a fucking concussion and a wild dream. It’s not all about… drugs you know.”
He’d have shoved him right off that bed had Worth not pinned him down. Even then eh was figting the good fight there, kneeing at Worth’s sides. Though that slowed to a stop when Worth said they were looking for Charlie. “… Looking for Charlie…? Jesus fucking christ you need to learn what order to put your shit in. What do you mean looking for Charlie?”
The knees in his sides made him wince and catch his breath, and he ended up with his face buried in the crook of Conrad’s neck. When the vampire stopped fighting he let go of his shoulders and moved to wrap his arms around his back.
“C’mon, ya didn’t really think…?”
He sighed and lifted his head a little, kissing at Conrad’s ear. “Dumb fag.”
He didn’t answer about Charlie just yet.
He realxed under him, arms slowly sliding around Worth, fingers gently running trhough his hair. “Yes, I really thought you’d decided to start fucking some other Conrad and that you’d be happily running off to London.” He sighed a little, fingers brushing gently as a wordless apology. “You can’t honestly be surprised now can you…? And don’t call me a fag!”
His eyes slid shut at the fingers in his hair, and he shifted a little to settle beside Conrad, trapped one of the vampire’s arms underneath him. This way he could set his forehead against Conrad’s jaw and rest his head on his shoulder, wrap an arm around his middle and feel comfortable and safe.
“Fagfagfag~”
After a minute he started walking up Conrad’s ribs with his fingers. “As if I could ever leave Jersey for good. An’ what, miss th’ trash smell, an’ th’ hobos, an’ th’ used condoms linin’ th’ street like gold bricks?”
“I’m going to fucking punch you if you don’t stop saying that! You’re one too in case you’ve forgotten.” He enjoyed the closeness secretly, The warm body pressed to his side and sharing that oh so nice heat. His skin shivered lightly under those walking fingers before he smacked that wrist lightly in warning. Last thing he needed was Worth finding his ticklish side and exploiting it.
“God that entire sentence… never have I wanted to move so fast in my life. Please don’t ever tell me imagining of Wizard of Oz either.”
He’d have shoved him right off that bed had Worth not pinned him down. Even then eh was figting the good fight there, kneeing at Worth’s sides. Though that slowed to a stop when Worth said they were looking for Charlie. “… Looking for Charlie…? Jesus fucking christ you need to learn what order to put your shit in. What do you mean looking for Charlie?”
The knees in his sides made him wince and catch his breath, and he ended up with his face buried in the crook of Conrad’s neck. When the vampire stopped fighting he let go of his shoulders and moved to wrap his arms around his back.
“C’mon, ya didn’t really think…?”
He sighed and lifted his head a little, kissing at Conrad’s ear. “Dumb fag.”
He didn’t answer about Charlie just yet.
He realxed under him, arms slowly sliding around Worth, fingers gently running trhough his hair. “Yes, I really thought you’d decided to start fucking some other Conrad and that you’d be happily running off to London.” He sighed a little, fingers brushing gently as a wordless apology. “You can’t honestly be surprised now can you…? And don’t call me a fag!”
sodoffyabuggers said: Not quite. *rubs the back of his neck, looking strangely awkward* So… there’s this other Conrad.
That was probably about the worst way to start the conversation. Conrad had been cuddled up quite comfortably against the doctor. Until the moment Worth said ‘other Conrad’. He imediately tensed, pulled his face pack enough to look at the akward face, sitting up on his elbow.
“…. Are you fucking kidding me?!” Of course he’d just assume that meant Worth had broken that one solid big rule. He’d been near it before, wasn’t going to take much. He sat up swiftly and shoved him clean off the bed.
“No I mean-” As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how they must have sounded. But before he could explain himself he was airborne, and off the bed he went.
He thumped onto the floor, bringing some of the sheets with him.
“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT, HE WANTS ME TO GO TO LONDON WI’ ‘IM!”
Worth still wasn’t helping his case at all. “WELL CONGRADU-FUCKING-LATIONS!!” He was throwing pillows at him by now, the lamps were next. “I Hope you’re fucking happy in London you fucking piece of shit asshole! Coming over and pretending like it was nothing for what?! Last lay from your stupid… WHATEVER?!”
At this point he’d realized his mistake and, to be honest, the whole thing seemed kind of funny. He chuckled a bit while trying his best to dodge the blows, although most of the pillows and one of the lamps actually hit him.
“Goddamnit Con-” Glass shattered around him and he laughed again, the whole thing seeming crazy. This is basically what it would be like if he broke that rule, yeah. He climbed back on the bed, a soldier skirmishing through a barrage of enemy fire, and got Conrad by the shoulders. Before he could throw anything else, Worth pinned him to the bed.
“CONRAD YA FUCKIN’ WANK!” A trace of a smile still lingered on his face, but it faded as he had to explain himself further. “It’s to find Charlie!”
He’d have shoved him right off that bed had Worth not pinned him down. Even then eh was figting the good fight there, kneeing at Worth’s sides. Though that slowed to a stop when Worth said they were looking for Charlie. “… Looking for Charlie…? Jesus fucking christ you need to learn what order to put your shit in. What do you mean looking for Charlie?”
sodoffyabuggers said: Not quite. *rubs the back of his neck, looking strangely awkward* So… there’s this other Conrad.
That was probably about the worst way to start the conversation. Conrad had been cuddled up quite comfortably against the doctor. Until the moment Worth said ‘other Conrad’. He imediately tensed, pulled his face pack enough to look at the akward face, sitting up on his elbow.
“…. Are you fucking kidding me?!” Of course he’d just assume that meant Worth had broken that one solid big rule. He’d been near it before, wasn’t going to take much. He sat up swiftly and shoved him clean off the bed.
“No I mean-” As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how they must have sounded. But before he could explain himself he was airborne, and off the bed he went.
He thumped onto the floor, bringing some of the sheets with him.
“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT, HE WANTS ME TO GO TO LONDON WI’ ‘IM!”
Worth still wasn’t helping his case at all. “WELL CONGRADU-FUCKING-LATIONS!!” He was throwing pillows at him by now, the lamps were next. “I Hope you’re fucking happy in London you fucking piece of shit asshole! Coming over and pretending like it was nothing for what?! Last lay from your stupid… WHATEVER?!”