[He has to admit, he wasn’t expecting Ain to whip out an actual explanation like that. Guess he wasn’t lying when he said he was a doctor. The whole thing leaves Wolfwood smiling in spite of himself as he leans back in his chair. He’ll also steal another nacho for good measure before he continues.]
I wouldn’t say I work out though, but yaknow, thanks for noticing.
[is it normal to feel this sheepish after your guy friend calls you buff, asking for a friend.]
A guy as big as you has to be! You're lying to me!
[Wolfwood would feel even more sheepish if Ain admitted that he's been dreaming of fondling them titties ayyy, anyway guess who's taking a big gulp of his second glass of margarita after those nachos get polished off it's Aiiiin—]
You know, guys can just be big without working out.
[Wolfwood smirks as he says that, as if Ain would know. He’s still watching you chug that drink, please take it slow he is worried about you-
Also yeah, that rubbernecker is listening a lot harder now than they were before, considering.]
Glad to know that I am just naturally jacked. [You know what? Just to tease, he suddenly decides to take off his jacket, revealing that he is only wearing a wife beater underneath. The only reason he does this is so he can flex his right arm playfully for Ain’s benefit.] You see?
[This of course is only half true. Wolfwood gets plenty of exercise running around doing his mafia shit, so of course he would be a little built from all of that. Probably more so in the area of his thighs than anything though, which Ain will have intimate familiarity with by the time Wolfwood gets him back to the bus stop.]
[The face Ain makes in response is not a straight man's reaction, that's for sure. He goes red from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and sips his drink again, practically chugging it while he tries to get his mind anywhere else.
It does not go anywhere else. Wolfwood is being ogled, and suddenly Ain is unconsciously crossing his legs and squirming for reasons he couldn't even begin to parse. Oof.
Masculine jealousy. Y...yeah.]
Y-you are not... naturally... [Ugh. Nevermind. He's too tipsy now. Maybe his face is burning because of all the liquor. This is his first time drinking and he's two glasses and a plate of nachos into the night. It ain't lookin' good for him.] That's not how anything works. That's all.
[Mmmmmmm boy pretty— no. No brain, no no, bad brain go away bad brain be gone with your bad self brain!!!]
Aren't you cold? [cover back up he's having a crisis]
[Wolfwood waves a hand, still holding his jacket in the hand that wasn’t attached to the arm that was just flexing. He looks at the leather for just a moment before he gets the bright idea to just
Hold the jacket out towards Ain.]
Here. Why don’t you take this for now if you are so worried about being cold? You might as well keep it until we get to the bus stop since we’ll be riding my bike as it’s getting dark. It’s gonna be pretty cold after all. Don’t want you turning into a popsicle now do we?
[And hey if he forgets to get it back from him just like last time, conveniently, well…he can just give it back when they meet for dinner next week, can’t he?]
Ain hesitates. Really hesitates. There's a full thirty seconds where it seems like he won't take the jacket, and then he finally reaches out and just. Sets it in his lap. Shakes his head.
Sips drink. He's running out of drink.]
I'm wearing a sweater. You, on the other hand, aren't dressed at all for the weather without it.
[God. It doesn't smell like Wolfwood enough right now. He needs to wear it longer. Get that nicotine scent all up in there so Ain can continue to have fucked up dreams.]
I'm afraid I can't do anything for you if you freeze to death because of the wind, haha!
[He's too buzzed for this discussion. His words are slurring, and he's seriously thinking to himself that he can't take the jacket, not only because Wolfwood will be cold but because there's not enough Wolfwood-scent on it. He can't say that out loud. He can't. Someone will overhear...
So he whispers. Jesus can't hear him if he's whispering—]
It doesn't smell enough like you yet, so I can't take it right now.
[Wolfwood isn’t too surprised by him rejecting the jacket a second time. Yeah, okay, that’s to be expected. That was maybe pushing it a little too far. Ain isn’t…he’s a (closeted) straight man, so. All of these little nudges and coy flirting isn’t really going to have an affect on him, in the end. He’s not sure why he’s letting himself get his hopes up, actually, Ain doesn’t even realize they’ve been going on little dates ever since they-]
…huh?
[The words stun him numb. It doesn’t smell enough like you yet, he admits with his whole chest, and if Wolfwood wasn’t red before, he sure as hell is now. He’s burning red, and you know what he’s been trying to fight off this entire time?
Yeah. That admission flew straight to his crotch, and now he’s sporting a semi. If they don’t stay here long enough for this to calm down, he’s going to have to lie about the nachos not sitting well and spend 10 awkward minutes in the bar bathroom.
Fuck, fuck fuck fuck oh no. He’s got it so fucking bad. He’s crushing hard. This hasn’t happened since he was a teenager. Not since…well. Not since he lost his virginity and realized he wasn’t straight. He’s developed a crush on a twink who is so deep in the closet he’s in Narnia. Never mind he’s religiously entrenched to the point where he isn’t sure he’d even entertain a sexuality that didn’t involve kissing women chastely on the lips.
He takes the jacket back. He’s trying to pull himself back together, looking for all the world like his head is going to explode.]
Haha…didn’t know you. Uh. Liked…the smell of cigarettes. Most people hate it.
[This thing is going to REEK of cigarette smoke by this time next week lbr.]
[Ain is drunk. They're not going anywhere fast, unless Wolfwood wants to carry his drunk twink out into the parking lot and set him on the pavement to cool off. They have time... unless Ain keeps talking it seems, which he'll do, so good luck buddy!
He's still muttering. Slurring. His head is on the table now, arms bunched up around it, but Wolfwood will be able to hear him if he strains his ears a bit.]
There was sandalwood in there last time. You shouldn't smoke... it's bad for you. But your natural scent smells good. ...I wore it all week. 's'why it smells like me now. It doesn't fit someone small like me, though.
[Ain is six feet tall, but he means small in the muscles sense. He's skinny. He's got big hips.]
Wore it to bed... [Ain you'll kill him—] 's'warm. Just make it smell nice again and I'll take it.
[Yeah uh. This is not helping his erection even slightly. Wolfwood groans under his breath, and now it’s his turn to cross his legs, thankful that this table is hiding him presently from the world as he quickly pulls his jacket back on. Ain fucking slept in it?? Why? It’s a leather jacket, that shit can’t be comfortable even if he fell asleep wearing it on accident, which he clearly did not since he JUST said he wore it all week.
Honestly wishing he was the one with his head on the table, because his dick is straining in his pants in protest like why are we sitting here doing nothing when there’s a cute boy right there to ruin. But he can’t, they’re nowhere in that ballpark, and Wolfwood would sooner out himself to Chapel than do anything while Ain is clearly experiencing his first drunk moment.
It’s. Fine. He’s just drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s saying or how it sounds. He’ll probably forget what he said when he sobers up anyway.]
R…right. Sure.
[He takes a slow breath to calm himself down, flagging the waitress over before mouthing “water” to her. She brings them two glasses within a minute.]
Here, drink some water. That booze is going to knock you on your ass if that’s all you drink.
[Jesus can't hear him if he's whispering!!! Jesus probably can't hear anything over the din of the bar, though, what with the loud scream that comes from the pool table as some drunk presumably wins the game. It makes Ain jolt, sitting up like "what the fuck" before he realizes it's just someone having fun.
Water. Water is a good idea. Ain drinks it, little sips at first because he's Aware he's a little wobbly right now and he's trying not to get too overzealous about hydration and drop the glass.]
Yeah, yeah... It was good, though. You can't let me go home drunk, or my mom's going to skinnnnnnn me.
[Wolfwood jumps when Ain does, but fortunately it’s just a rowdy drunk, and not a bar right breaking out. Speaking of breaking out, he sure can feel sweat starting to form on the back of his neck right about now-]
…don’t worry. We can go back and hang around the park for a while if we need to. Or we can just stay here.
[At bars like these, especially when it’s during the slow hours, they won’t be kicked out for lingering overlong or anything. Wolfwood might have to order a soda or something so they’re not just loitering without buying more food or drink, but still.]
I…I don’t mind hanging with you longer.
[He’d like to hang with him Even Longer, but…]
Guess two margaritas were kindof a lot for your first drink, huh?
...I like that park. Still mad about my wallet, but it's not the park's fault you've got thugs running around. [He's getting through the water at a steady clip. Give him another fifteen minutes, and he should be good to at least walk out on his own.] We can go back there.
[It's getting dark out, too. There's light pollution and all, but they still should be able to see a few stars. There's nothing gay about stargazing!]
[No sure there’s nothing gay about bringing your bro to the park to sit on a bench and stargaze until he sobers up nah it’s fine it’s fine.
Fifteen minutes should give him enough time to go soft again, he thinks. He hopes. As long as Ain doesn’t say anything else out of pocket between then and now, he won’t have to excuse himself. This time, anyway. Maybe Ain won’t notice Wolfwood picking up the check for them either when their waitress comes back by.
In the meantime, Wolfwood is trying to will his heart to stop racing. Seriously, how the fuck did he let things get THIS bad? He didn’t…okay no, that’s a lie. He was checking Ain out from the moment they met, but he never intended it to be more than “oh he’s hot” and then moving on. But now…
He’s going to go back home and take the coldest shower of his life, and it won’t be to sober up.]
Just lemme know when you feel okay to leave. I don’t want you barfing on my bike.
Ain drinks his water, though. He'll say a few other things — about the weather, how it's going to rain again later on this week, about how his car's window is fixed up now and he's learnt his lesson there, other little updates like that — and by the time he's finished his glass, his face is starting to clear up from being red and he's not slurring.
He also hasn't forgotten anything he's said, and it's begun to make him nervous — Wolfwood must think he's a fucking freak or something — but Ain is wrangling his anxiety as best he can.]
...okay. I'm good to go, I think. Haha, geez... Stop me from drinking so much next time.
[Ain? A freak? Lol no. If that were the case then Wolfwood would need to be locked up for what he’s thinking as he smiles and nods, pulling his hand fitfully though his hair as he thinks about Ain wearing his jacket. Only. His jacket. While he bounces in his lap—
Right, weather. Car windows. Mundane shit. He’s trying to get rid of this boner so he can drive Ain back to the park, not make it even worse.
He slugs back the water and honestly seeing as how he wasn’t drunk himself, he shakes off his brandy pretty easily. His chub is gone. He thinks. He stretches his legs under the table and adjusts his shades as he stands, gesturing for Ain to follow.]
Hey, you ordered another before I could say anything. I didn’t even think you’d drink all of the first one, let alone two.
[My man might be tipsy still when he gets home. Hopefully his mom doesn’t try to kiss his face and smells the alcohol on his breath, or something.
Even as Ain sobers up, Wolfwood will put a careful arm around him to help him back to the bike. To the casual observer this is normal, people have to help each other waddle out of the bar all the time, even during the day. People get drunk, it’s a thing. Back to the bike, helmets on. Uh…]
Here. Why don’t you ride in back this time? I’m worried you might slip off if you ain’t holding on to me.
[Also less chance of him getting hard with Ain pressed against him, maybe, he hopes.]
Ain... knows he's sort of screwed, sitting on the back. He gets it. He gets why. But he thinks his brain isn't quite at 100%, that his hands are going to wander, and then he's going to go home and be Worse. He already basically told Wolfwood he's a freak out here...!]
...I'm not that intoxicated anymore, [Ain protests, very weakly at that,] but okay. I'll hold onto you.
[Bad idea. The second Ain is sitting down and helmeted up, the second Wolfwood is in front of him, Ain's arms wrap around the guy and he can feel muscles through Wolfwood's shirt. He can feel them, and he's already purposely trying to (subtly) (but it'll come across as completely unsubtle) feel more, flattening his hand against Wolfwood's abdomen and hhhhhhhhhhhh
He's just jealous he's jealous it's normal to be jealous of a man more masculine than you it's normal he's normal his brain is So normal right now—]
[Bro it’s so unsubtle it’s almost comical as they sit down on the bike once Wolfwood unchains it, his heart skipping a beat as soon as Ain puts his arms around him and…starts feeling up his abdomen. Like that’s totally what he’s doing, and Ain will feel him tense under his touch in spite of himself, showing off the rows of muscle even more.
He keeps his mouth shut, because his semi is trying to return.]
Hang on tight. If you feel like you’re gonna fall, tap my shoulder.
[AND THEN OFF THEY GO vroooooom
It’s not super far back to the park, yet Wolfwood is kindof suffering the entire way. His body feels overly warm, he’s pretty sure Ain can feel his pulse through his torso with how hard his heart is hammering between his ears. Fuck fuck fuck-
It’s getting dark. Colder. Ain’s warmth against his back is comforting, due to that. And all too soon the park looms in the distance, not too full of people with it being later in the evening, but it isn’t exactly empty either.]
[One third of Ain's brain is going "hey, you should stop doing that, God is watching". Another third responds "that's true, I should stop doing this", and then the final third says "How is God going to know though..." And that's the part that fucking wins. Yes, Ain feels guilty for feeling Wolfwood up. Yes, it is very shameful, what he's doing. Yes, he'll beat himself over the head about it when he gets home, probably cry a lot and throw a fit and try to figure out what's wrong with him...
But right now, he's feeling a man up and weirdly enjoying it. He shouldn't. He can't. But feeling that plane of muscle underneath his palm is doing things to him, none of them good, and he doesn't want to quit. Wolfwood has not told him to quit.
Monkey brain says reach higher up to see if that chest really is as big as Ain thinks it is. Ain says to monkey brain, hey that's a terrible idea, and then reaches a hand up anyway under the guide of "readjusting", brushes over his left pectoral, has a whole moment, and then puts his hands back down.
He's behaving.
They pull up to the park, and Ain continues behaving by being completely hands off. His excuse to touch is done, he's sated his curiosity, and he sarcastically thinks that when summer comes around he cannot go to a public swimming pool with Wolfwood unless he wants to ruin his life forever. He is a good god-fearing Catholic man. Public pools are for ogling women, not for ogling your new friend Wolfwood and his above average cup size.
They're at the park. It's good. He's calm, he's not hot under the collar at all. Maybe his sweater is a bit too thick. He feels dizzy due to all the blood rushing to his cheeks, not because of the liquor that's long been metabolized in his system. He...
Is slowly taking off that helmet, looking at the sparse amount of people dotted throughout the park. They're so far apart that they wouldn't even be able to hear each other yelling, their voices trapped on the wind. It's almost private this late at night.
Ain has no idea why this provides him with some semblance of relief.]
[Wolfwood would not say his chest is as sensitive as some can be. But he’s had his chest fondled in a sexual way before, so he’s well aware of how it can feel. Ain doesn’t quite get to that point since he’s just “idly” “accidentally” copping a feel, but even then…he feels the fabric of his undershirt brush over his clothed nipple, and Wolfwood’s soft groan is stolen away by the wind, thank god. His jeans tighten, and he curses under his breath.
Ain is going to kill him. He is going to get home and he’s going to jerk off thinking about him until he passes out. Maybe, at that point, he’ll have gotten it out of his system.
They eventually make it to the park, and Wolfwood is quite stiff as he gets off the bike. His jeans are tight, but he thinks that as long as he sits a certain way the wrinkles of his jeans will hide an encroaching hardon. He wonders, with as religious as Ain is, if he’s ever even masturbated. He’s probably had a boner, that’s unavoidable as a man who exists, but he probably has been told that even that is a sin and he should ignore it because the devil is in his dick or some insanity like that.
Of course, that gets him thinking about Ain touching himself and not knowing why or what it means, crying because it’s sinful and having to be reassured that it’s normal and okay to explore your body, or being able to teach him for the first time and oh god he has got to fucking stop, that semi is going to be a full on unhideable boner soon.
Wolfwood leads the way to the pond, where there’s a bench underneath a tree to sit on. There are geese and ducks floating on the water that’s reflecting the stars and moon, and honestly it is all kindof weirdly romantic even if the only thing they’re doing is sitting side by side respectfully as friends.
At least until Wolfwood crosses one leg over his knee (hiding the erection), putting his arm along the back of the bench. Ostensibly around Ain’s shoulders, even if it’s not his intention. This is just how he sits as a man spreader.
It’s fine.]
Nice night.
the devil? in MY penis? it's more likely than you think
[See? Normal. Everything is so normal. They're normal, they're just friends, Ain was not feeling anybody up and Wolfwood is not hard right now.
Get closer to him, says ape brain, and ape brain gets ignored. Do not get closer.]
The ducks are cute! [Look at the ducks focus on the ducks we're birdwatching now.] I wish I had something to feed them. They're probably gonna migrate soon, huh? When they come back in spring and have little baby ducks, we should come here and feed them!
[hhhhhh he wants to feed the ducks so bad—]
It's so pretty... I love scenery like this. Haha, I wish I was good at painting. This would be a nice scene to preserve, don't you think?
[Ain’s enthusiasm is a good distraction. It makes Wolfwood smile in spite of himself as they watch the ducks dip under the water and preen themselves.]
We can come back then, yeah. There’s always a ton of baby ducks and goslings in the spring. They get used to people so they might even eat out your hand.
[Why…is he promising this? Who’s to say they’ll be still talking come spring of all things? Like, sure he’d consider them friends by now at the very least, but…something is going to happen by then, surely. Ain will be kept away by his family or he’ll get outed and Chapel will kill him. He doesn’t know.
He frowns, his chest tight. He wants to pull Ain closer as much as Ain wants to lean into him, but that feels like. Too much? Too far. They’re not dating. Wolfwood has flirted a bit sure, but Ain has been too oblivious to take the bait. Or maybe it’s something else. Catholic guilt, he’d guess.]
It’s even nicer when it snows. The lake…pretty much glitters at night.
[It would be awful to promise anything. Ain has to finish his residency. He has to focus on his career. Once he focuses on his career and has that solid, he needs to marry a woman and have kids and live the ideal life that his mom wants him to leave. A real upright Catholic upbringing. He doesn't really have time to fraternize with anyone, especially not someone from the Southside, full of sinners and degenerates and any number of awful words to throw at someone's face just because you don't like them.
...Ain looks at Wolfwood, all pretty and framed under the moonlight, and wonders if there's something different all of a sudden.]
You'll have to show me. I'll have time. And if I don't, I'll make time.
[He wants to see the snow. He wants to see the baby animals and feed them. He wants to do all of that with Wolfwood...
Ain looks down at his knees, where his hands are fisted up in the fabric of his jeans.]
I want to spend more time with you. I enjoy doing whatever it is you're doing, so we should... you should show me more stuff around town, and I'll show you what I can, too. Like that restaurant — if you still wanted to go, I mean.
[In that moment, something occurs to Wolfwood. Even while Ain is still talking, and his words become a little fuzzy and distant, like he’s hearing them from underwater.
They are dating. What Ain just described, that’s dating. They’re just not vocalizing it. Not bringing it attention. Not on the same page. Pretending they’re friends when there’s clearly something else charged between them, and Ain is either willfully or purposefully ignorant of it.
He swallows hard, his mouth uncomfortably dry. He wants to hold him. He wants to pull Ain into his side and just hold him. Is that so wrong? (Yes, because it’s gay, and Ain isn’t like that and it would be unfair to put him on the spot weirdly like that).
Wolfwood exhales shakily. Then…he reaches out and ruffles his hair again. Except this time, his hand lingers, curls threaded through his fingers.]
Stop lookin’ so serious. Or course I still wanna.
[He lingers just as long as he can get away with before it’s obvious this is less a friendly bro-pat and more a homosexual one. He retrieves his hand and settles back against the bench again, looking out at the lake.]
You’re a pretty cool dude. I don’t think you really realize it. Kinda fu- messed up that you say you don’t have any other friends. They’re missin’ out.
[The way Ain leans into Wolfwood's hand in that moment, especially as it retreats, probably speaks volumes more than what Ain is capable of.
Neither of them are very good at this. Ain's too sheltered to know what any of this is like — feelings, being keen on someone, being not as straight as mom wanted him to be, et cetera — and Wolfwood is out here thinking somehow that Ain feeling him up was totally platonic. Nothing going on here is platonic, Ain's just too entrenched in his teachings to know better. He knows he wants to be closer now, though. He knows Wolfwood's hand in his hair feels good. He knows he just wants a hug or something like it.
Eventually, Ain scoots closer, until their thighs are pressed together. It feels correct, somehow.]
Haha, I... I'm not good at people. I've always been awkward and felt like I didn't fit in with other guys my age. I never cared for sports or cars or chasing skirts, so it made it hard to connect, I think. I like reading books, but not comics, and gardening, and arranging flowers. Those are my hobbies. I like catching flicks at the drive-in, but I don't get what everyone's on about when they say "that actress is a real dolly, ain't she" — I never have.
I dunno. That's probably why. I don't have anything in common with anyone.
...now that ain’t true. You’re just different. [Gay. Gay boy.] Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.
[Boy he sure wishes he had someone to tell him this, but he didn’t. He’s sortof just struggled in silence his whole life, and had just made a tenuous peace with that, thinking it would never really become a problem.
At least until Ain entered his life. Now he’s got a crush, and he legitimately is going to be looking forward to seeing him again next week. God damn it.
Oh by the way Ain you can be gay and wear leather and like motorcycles like Wolfwood, just saying-]
Don’t let anybody make you feel bad for the things you like. God made you special, you know? You’re unique. You’re the only you there is.
[Their legs are touching. So…Wolfwood sort of leans a little into it. Just a little.]
I think we would’ve been thick as thieves, if we both grew up in the same area. I’m…glad I got to meet you, yaknow? I’m glad you came down here.
[Hug him. Hold him. Kiss him. Make him feel loved. He deserves it.
He feels like he’s going to go insane.
But he doesn’t. He falls silent after that, leaving them both in agonizing purgatory. Sitting together, touching but not, chatting in the quiet night of the evening. Eventually, Wolfwood pulls out a cigarette to keep himself occupied, mostly because the wind is blowing the smoke away from Ain. He’ll sit there and smoke until he’s reached the filter and the nicotine is suddenly more acrid and burning than usual. How long has it been? Ten minutes? Thirty? Several hours?
He doesn’t want Ain to get in trouble. Does he have a curfew…?]
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[He has to admit, he wasn’t expecting Ain to whip out an actual explanation like that. Guess he wasn’t lying when he said he was a doctor. The whole thing leaves Wolfwood smiling in spite of himself as he leans back in his chair. He’ll also steal another nacho for good measure before he continues.]
I wouldn’t say I work out though, but yaknow, thanks for noticing.
[is it normal to feel this sheepish after your guy friend calls you buff, asking for a friend.]
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[Hey guy rubbernecking at the bar: enjoy this!]
A guy as big as you has to be! You're lying to me!
[Wolfwood would feel even more sheepish if Ain admitted that he's been dreaming of fondling them titties ayyy, anyway guess who's taking a big gulp of his second glass of margarita after those nachos get polished off it's Aiiiin—]
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[Wolfwood smirks as he says that, as if Ain would know. He’s still watching you chug that drink, please take it slow he is worried about you-
Also yeah, that rubbernecker is listening a lot harder now than they were before, considering.]
Glad to know that I am just naturally jacked. [You know what? Just to tease, he suddenly decides to take off his jacket, revealing that he is only wearing a wife beater underneath. The only reason he does this is so he can flex his right arm playfully for Ain’s benefit.] You see?
[This of course is only half true. Wolfwood gets plenty of exercise running around doing his mafia shit, so of course he would be a little built from all of that. Probably more so in the area of his thighs than anything though, which Ain will have intimate familiarity with by the time Wolfwood gets him back to the bus stop.]
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It does not go anywhere else. Wolfwood is being ogled, and suddenly Ain is unconsciously crossing his legs and squirming for reasons he couldn't even begin to parse. Oof.
Masculine jealousy. Y...yeah.]
Y-you are not... naturally... [Ugh. Nevermind. He's too tipsy now. Maybe his face is burning because of all the liquor. This is his first time drinking and he's two glasses and a plate of nachos into the night. It ain't lookin' good for him.] That's not how anything works. That's all.
[Mmmmmmm boy pretty— no. No brain, no no, bad brain go away bad brain be gone with your bad self brain!!!]
Aren't you cold? [cover back up he's having a crisis]
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[Wolfwood waves a hand, still holding his jacket in the hand that wasn’t attached to the arm that was just flexing. He looks at the leather for just a moment before he gets the bright idea to just
Hold the jacket out towards Ain.]
Here. Why don’t you take this for now if you are so worried about being cold? You might as well keep it until we get to the bus stop since we’ll be riding my bike as it’s getting dark. It’s gonna be pretty cold after all. Don’t want you turning into a popsicle now do we?
[And hey if he forgets to get it back from him just like last time, conveniently, well…he can just give it back when they meet for dinner next week, can’t he?]
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Ain hesitates. Really hesitates. There's a full thirty seconds where it seems like he won't take the jacket, and then he finally reaches out and just. Sets it in his lap. Shakes his head.
Sips drink. He's running out of drink.]
I'm wearing a sweater. You, on the other hand, aren't dressed at all for the weather without it.
[God. It doesn't smell like Wolfwood enough right now. He needs to wear it longer. Get that nicotine scent all up in there so Ain can continue to have fucked up dreams.]
I'm afraid I can't do anything for you if you freeze to death because of the wind, haha!
[He's too buzzed for this discussion. His words are slurring, and he's seriously thinking to himself that he can't take the jacket, not only because Wolfwood will be cold but because there's not enough Wolfwood-scent on it. He can't say that out loud. He can't. Someone will overhear...
So he whispers. Jesus can't hear him if he's whispering—]
It doesn't smell enough like you yet, so I can't take it right now.
[100% straight over here yep]
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…huh?
[The words stun him numb. It doesn’t smell enough like you yet, he admits with his whole chest, and if Wolfwood wasn’t red before, he sure as hell is now. He’s burning red, and you know what he’s been trying to fight off this entire time?
Yeah. That admission flew straight to his crotch, and now he’s sporting a semi. If they don’t stay here long enough for this to calm down, he’s going to have to lie about the nachos not sitting well and spend 10 awkward minutes in the bar bathroom.
Fuck, fuck fuck fuck oh no. He’s got it so fucking bad. He’s crushing hard. This hasn’t happened since he was a teenager. Not since…well. Not since he lost his virginity and realized he wasn’t straight. He’s developed a crush on a twink who is so deep in the closet he’s in Narnia. Never mind he’s religiously entrenched to the point where he isn’t sure he’d even entertain a sexuality that didn’t involve kissing women chastely on the lips.
He takes the jacket back. He’s trying to pull himself back together, looking for all the world like his head is going to explode.]
Haha…didn’t know you. Uh. Liked…the smell of cigarettes. Most people hate it.
[This thing is going to REEK of cigarette smoke by this time next week lbr.]
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He's still muttering. Slurring. His head is on the table now, arms bunched up around it, but Wolfwood will be able to hear him if he strains his ears a bit.]
There was sandalwood in there last time. You shouldn't smoke... it's bad for you. But your natural scent smells good. ...I wore it all week. 's'why it smells like me now. It doesn't fit someone small like me, though.
[Ain is six feet tall, but he means small in the muscles sense. He's skinny. He's got big hips.]
Wore it to bed... [Ain you'll kill him—] 's'warm. Just make it smell nice again and I'll take it.
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Honestly wishing he was the one with his head on the table, because his dick is straining in his pants in protest like why are we sitting here doing nothing when there’s a cute boy right there to ruin. But he can’t, they’re nowhere in that ballpark, and Wolfwood would sooner out himself to Chapel than do anything while Ain is clearly experiencing his first drunk moment.
It’s. Fine. He’s just drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s saying or how it sounds. He’ll probably forget what he said when he sobers up anyway.]
R…right. Sure.
[He takes a slow breath to calm himself down, flagging the waitress over before mouthing “water” to her. She brings them two glasses within a minute.]
Here, drink some water. That booze is going to knock you on your ass if that’s all you drink.
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Water. Water is a good idea. Ain drinks it, little sips at first because he's Aware he's a little wobbly right now and he's trying not to get too overzealous about hydration and drop the glass.]
Yeah, yeah... It was good, though. You can't let me go home drunk, or my mom's going to skinnnnnnn me.
[Sip.]
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…don’t worry. We can go back and hang around the park for a while if we need to. Or we can just stay here.
[At bars like these, especially when it’s during the slow hours, they won’t be kicked out for lingering overlong or anything. Wolfwood might have to order a soda or something so they’re not just loitering without buying more food or drink, but still.]
I…I don’t mind hanging with you longer.
[He’d like to hang with him Even Longer, but…]
Guess two margaritas were kindof a lot for your first drink, huh?
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[Yeah Ain that's how they getcha.]
...I like that park. Still mad about my wallet, but it's not the park's fault you've got thugs running around. [He's getting through the water at a steady clip. Give him another fifteen minutes, and he should be good to at least walk out on his own.] We can go back there.
[It's getting dark out, too. There's light pollution and all, but they still should be able to see a few stars. There's nothing gay about stargazing!]
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Fifteen minutes should give him enough time to go soft again, he thinks. He hopes. As long as Ain doesn’t say anything else out of pocket between then and now, he won’t have to excuse himself. This time, anyway. Maybe Ain won’t notice Wolfwood picking up the check for them either when their waitress comes back by.
In the meantime, Wolfwood is trying to will his heart to stop racing. Seriously, how the fuck did he let things get THIS bad? He didn’t…okay no, that’s a lie. He was checking Ain out from the moment they met, but he never intended it to be more than “oh he’s hot” and then moving on. But now…
He’s going to go back home and take the coldest shower of his life, and it won’t be to sober up.]
Just lemme know when you feel okay to leave. I don’t want you barfing on my bike.
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[Dramatic ass.
Ain drinks his water, though. He'll say a few other things — about the weather, how it's going to rain again later on this week, about how his car's window is fixed up now and he's learnt his lesson there, other little updates like that — and by the time he's finished his glass, his face is starting to clear up from being red and he's not slurring.
He also hasn't forgotten anything he's said, and it's begun to make him nervous — Wolfwood must think he's a fucking freak or something — but Ain is wrangling his anxiety as best he can.]
...okay. I'm good to go, I think. Haha, geez... Stop me from drinking so much next time.
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Right, weather. Car windows. Mundane shit. He’s trying to get rid of this boner so he can drive Ain back to the park, not make it even worse.
He slugs back the water and honestly seeing as how he wasn’t drunk himself, he shakes off his brandy pretty easily. His chub is gone. He thinks. He stretches his legs under the table and adjusts his shades as he stands, gesturing for Ain to follow.]
Hey, you ordered another before I could say anything. I didn’t even think you’d drink all of the first one, let alone two.
[My man might be tipsy still when he gets home. Hopefully his mom doesn’t try to kiss his face and smells the alcohol on his breath, or something.
Even as Ain sobers up, Wolfwood will put a careful arm around him to help him back to the bike. To the casual observer this is normal, people have to help each other waddle out of the bar all the time, even during the day. People get drunk, it’s a thing. Back to the bike, helmets on. Uh…]
Here. Why don’t you ride in back this time? I’m worried you might slip off if you ain’t holding on to me.
[Also less chance of him getting hard with Ain pressed against him, maybe, he hopes.]
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Ain... knows he's sort of screwed, sitting on the back. He gets it. He gets why. But he thinks his brain isn't quite at 100%, that his hands are going to wander, and then he's going to go home and be Worse. He already basically told Wolfwood he's a freak out here...!]
...I'm not that intoxicated anymore, [Ain protests, very weakly at that,] but okay. I'll hold onto you.
[Bad idea. The second Ain is sitting down and helmeted up, the second Wolfwood is in front of him, Ain's arms wrap around the guy and he can feel muscles through Wolfwood's shirt. He can feel them, and he's already purposely trying to (subtly) (but it'll come across as completely unsubtle) feel more, flattening his hand against Wolfwood's abdomen and hhhhhhhhhhhh
He's just jealous he's jealous it's normal to be jealous of a man more masculine than you it's normal he's normal his brain is So normal right now—]
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He keeps his mouth shut, because his semi is trying to return.]
Hang on tight. If you feel like you’re gonna fall, tap my shoulder.
[AND THEN OFF THEY GO vroooooom
It’s not super far back to the park, yet Wolfwood is kindof suffering the entire way. His body feels overly warm, he’s pretty sure Ain can feel his pulse through his torso with how hard his heart is hammering between his ears. Fuck fuck fuck-
It’s getting dark. Colder. Ain’s warmth against his back is comforting, due to that. And all too soon the park looms in the distance, not too full of people with it being later in the evening, but it isn’t exactly empty either.]
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But right now, he's feeling a man up and weirdly enjoying it. He shouldn't. He can't. But feeling that plane of muscle underneath his palm is doing things to him, none of them good, and he doesn't want to quit. Wolfwood has not told him to quit.
Monkey brain says reach higher up to see if that chest really is as big as Ain thinks it is. Ain says to monkey brain, hey that's a terrible idea, and then reaches a hand up anyway under the guide of "readjusting", brushes over his left pectoral, has a whole moment, and then puts his hands back down.
He's behaving.
They pull up to the park, and Ain continues behaving by being completely hands off. His excuse to touch is done, he's sated his curiosity, and he sarcastically thinks that when summer comes around he cannot go to a public swimming pool with Wolfwood unless he wants to ruin his life forever. He is a good god-fearing Catholic man. Public pools are for ogling women, not for ogling your new friend Wolfwood and his above average cup size.
They're at the park. It's good. He's calm, he's not hot under the collar at all. Maybe his sweater is a bit too thick. He feels dizzy due to all the blood rushing to his cheeks, not because of the liquor that's long been metabolized in his system. He...
Is slowly taking off that helmet, looking at the sparse amount of people dotted throughout the park. They're so far apart that they wouldn't even be able to hear each other yelling, their voices trapped on the wind. It's almost private this late at night.
Ain has no idea why this provides him with some semblance of relief.]
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Ain is going to kill him. He is going to get home and he’s going to jerk off thinking about him until he passes out. Maybe, at that point, he’ll have gotten it out of his system.
They eventually make it to the park, and Wolfwood is quite stiff as he gets off the bike. His jeans are tight, but he thinks that as long as he sits a certain way the wrinkles of his jeans will hide an encroaching hardon. He wonders, with as religious as Ain is, if he’s ever even masturbated. He’s probably had a boner, that’s unavoidable as a man who exists, but he probably has been told that even that is a sin and he should ignore it because the devil is in his dick or some insanity like that.
Of course, that gets him thinking about Ain touching himself and not knowing why or what it means, crying because it’s sinful and having to be reassured that it’s normal and okay to explore your body, or being able to teach him for the first time and oh god he has got to fucking stop, that semi is going to be a full on unhideable boner soon.
Wolfwood leads the way to the pond, where there’s a bench underneath a tree to sit on. There are geese and ducks floating on the water that’s reflecting the stars and moon, and honestly it is all kindof weirdly romantic even if the only thing they’re doing is sitting side by side respectfully as friends.
At least until Wolfwood crosses one leg over his knee (hiding the erection), putting his arm along the back of the bench. Ostensibly around Ain’s shoulders, even if it’s not his intention. This is just how he sits as a man spreader.
It’s fine.]
Nice night.
the devil? in MY penis? it's more likely than you think
Get closer to him, says ape brain, and ape brain gets ignored. Do not get closer.]
The ducks are cute! [Look at the ducks focus on the ducks we're birdwatching now.] I wish I had something to feed them. They're probably gonna migrate soon, huh? When they come back in spring and have little baby ducks, we should come here and feed them!
[hhhhhh he wants to feed the ducks so bad—]
It's so pretty... I love scenery like this. Haha, I wish I was good at painting. This would be a nice scene to preserve, don't you think?
THE DEVIL IN UR BENIS
We can come back then, yeah. There’s always a ton of baby ducks and goslings in the spring. They get used to people so they might even eat out your hand.
[Why…is he promising this? Who’s to say they’ll be still talking come spring of all things? Like, sure he’d consider them friends by now at the very least, but…something is going to happen by then, surely. Ain will be kept away by his family or he’ll get outed and Chapel will kill him. He doesn’t know.
He frowns, his chest tight. He wants to pull Ain closer as much as Ain wants to lean into him, but that feels like. Too much? Too far. They’re not dating. Wolfwood has flirted a bit sure, but Ain has been too oblivious to take the bait. Or maybe it’s something else. Catholic guilt, he’d guess.]
It’s even nicer when it snows. The lake…pretty much glitters at night.
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...Ain looks at Wolfwood, all pretty and framed under the moonlight, and wonders if there's something different all of a sudden.]
You'll have to show me. I'll have time. And if I don't, I'll make time.
[He wants to see the snow. He wants to see the baby animals and feed them. He wants to do all of that with Wolfwood...
Ain looks down at his knees, where his hands are fisted up in the fabric of his jeans.]
I want to spend more time with you. I enjoy doing whatever it is you're doing, so we should... you should show me more stuff around town, and I'll show you what I can, too. Like that restaurant — if you still wanted to go, I mean.
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They are dating. What Ain just described, that’s dating. They’re just not vocalizing it. Not bringing it attention. Not on the same page. Pretending they’re friends when there’s clearly something else charged between them, and Ain is either willfully or purposefully ignorant of it.
He swallows hard, his mouth uncomfortably dry. He wants to hold him. He wants to pull Ain into his side and just hold him. Is that so wrong? (Yes, because it’s gay, and Ain isn’t like that and it would be unfair to put him on the spot weirdly like that).
Wolfwood exhales shakily. Then…he reaches out and ruffles his hair again. Except this time, his hand lingers, curls threaded through his fingers.]
Stop lookin’ so serious. Or course I still wanna.
[He lingers just as long as he can get away with before it’s obvious this is less a friendly bro-pat and more a homosexual one. He retrieves his hand and settles back against the bench again, looking out at the lake.]
You’re a pretty cool dude. I don’t think you really realize it. Kinda fu- messed up that you say you don’t have any other friends. They’re missin’ out.
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Neither of them are very good at this. Ain's too sheltered to know what any of this is like — feelings, being keen on someone, being not as straight as mom wanted him to be, et cetera — and Wolfwood is out here thinking somehow that Ain feeling him up was totally platonic. Nothing going on here is platonic, Ain's just too entrenched in his teachings to know better. He knows he wants to be closer now, though. He knows Wolfwood's hand in his hair feels good. He knows he just wants a hug or something like it.
Eventually, Ain scoots closer, until their thighs are pressed together. It feels correct, somehow.]
Haha, I... I'm not good at people. I've always been awkward and felt like I didn't fit in with other guys my age. I never cared for sports or cars or chasing skirts, so it made it hard to connect, I think. I like reading books, but not comics, and gardening, and arranging flowers. Those are my hobbies. I like catching flicks at the drive-in, but I don't get what everyone's on about when they say "that actress is a real dolly, ain't she" — I never have.
I dunno. That's probably why. I don't have anything in common with anyone.
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[Boy he sure wishes he had someone to tell him this, but he didn’t. He’s sortof just struggled in silence his whole life, and had just made a tenuous peace with that, thinking it would never really become a problem.
At least until Ain entered his life. Now he’s got a crush, and he legitimately is going to be looking forward to seeing him again next week. God damn it.
Oh by the way Ain you can be gay and wear leather and like motorcycles like Wolfwood, just saying-]
Don’t let anybody make you feel bad for the things you like. God made you special, you know? You’re unique. You’re the only you there is.
[Their legs are touching. So…Wolfwood sort of leans a little into it. Just a little.]
I think we would’ve been thick as thieves, if we both grew up in the same area. I’m…glad I got to meet you, yaknow? I’m glad you came down here.
[Hug him. Hold him. Kiss him. Make him feel loved. He deserves it.
He feels like he’s going to go insane.
But he doesn’t. He falls silent after that, leaving them both in agonizing purgatory. Sitting together, touching but not, chatting in the quiet night of the evening. Eventually, Wolfwood pulls out a cigarette to keep himself occupied, mostly because the wind is blowing the smoke away from Ain. He’ll sit there and smoke until he’s reached the filter and the nicotine is suddenly more acrid and burning than usual. How long has it been? Ten minutes? Thirty? Several hours?
He doesn’t want Ain to get in trouble. Does he have a curfew…?]
Guess I should…prolly get you home.
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