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muserevival2016-07-23 10:14 pm
lastfirstkiss) wrote in muserevival2016-07-23 10:14 pm
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123.2 || Quote Prompt
"Stupidity is a talent for misconception." - Edgar Allan Poe
The reality of the situation was that Jeff was sitting on his feelings again instead of being honest about them. That had been the goddamn problem from the start. It wasn't a matter of not responding to Niko because he didn't want to, or didn't care. He'd genuinely forgotten he got the text. But that in itself was shitty. You didn't just forget to contact your friends. Not your real friends. It would ultimately lead to more of a wedge between him and the people who mattered most to him. And right now, they all needed support, not division and more upset.
Jeff had wanted to go and try to find Niko as soon as he left the theater that night, but he'd only said he was going to a bar, not which one, and short of going full-on creeper mode, it was highly unlikely that he'd be able to find out where he was. He went home from the theater fully intending to wait it out, and talk to Niko when he got back here.
Only it didn't quite work out like that. Not in the slightest.
Jeff headed home from the theater in fresh clothes, fully expecting to have to wait up for the other guy. But when he opened the door to the apartment and closed it behind him, Niko's keys were hanging on the key peg by the door. That was unusual, but a good thing. It meant that they two of them could actually sit down and talk this whole thing out. At least he hoped so. Niko had been pretty fucking pissed at him, and Jeff couldn't really blame him for that in the slightest. Jeff was being horribly beige, and for no goddamn reason.
He started down the hallway, headed for Niko's room, and he very quietly opened the door, just in case the other guy had already fallen asleep. Maybe he'd come home feeling poorly. Only... he hadn't. At all. Far from it, actually.
Because what Jeff saw when he opened the door was an image he couldn't get out of his head... A gorgeous brunette guy, bent over the footboard of Niko's bed, while Jeff's best friend was taking him from behind. It was one of those things that you immediately wanted to unsee, but instead, saw in stark relief because your senses were on high alert, and in panic mode. The guy had his head thrown back, laughing... actually laughing... as Niko pounded him hard a deep. Neither Niko nor his apparent partner for the evening had even seemed to hear the door open, both of them deeply focused on what was going on in their little world, but the laugh still sounded mocking in Jeff's ears... As if it were directed at him for his failure to get anything right. For a brief second that seemed like an eternity, Jeff was standing there frozen, his legs not wanting to move.
It was too much, watching Niko's cock, not that he hadn't seen it before, driving hard and deep into someone else's waiting ass, as said someone else called out encouragement. It took him longer than it should've, but Jeff tore his eyes away, not sure why there were tears stinging there, and quietly shut the door behind him, going straight back to the living room to grab his keys and head back out into the New York City night.
The reality of the situation was that Jeff was sitting on his feelings again instead of being honest about them. That had been the goddamn problem from the start. It wasn't a matter of not responding to Niko because he didn't want to, or didn't care. He'd genuinely forgotten he got the text. But that in itself was shitty. You didn't just forget to contact your friends. Not your real friends. It would ultimately lead to more of a wedge between him and the people who mattered most to him. And right now, they all needed support, not division and more upset.
Jeff had wanted to go and try to find Niko as soon as he left the theater that night, but he'd only said he was going to a bar, not which one, and short of going full-on creeper mode, it was highly unlikely that he'd be able to find out where he was. He went home from the theater fully intending to wait it out, and talk to Niko when he got back here.
Only it didn't quite work out like that. Not in the slightest.
Jeff headed home from the theater in fresh clothes, fully expecting to have to wait up for the other guy. But when he opened the door to the apartment and closed it behind him, Niko's keys were hanging on the key peg by the door. That was unusual, but a good thing. It meant that they two of them could actually sit down and talk this whole thing out. At least he hoped so. Niko had been pretty fucking pissed at him, and Jeff couldn't really blame him for that in the slightest. Jeff was being horribly beige, and for no goddamn reason.
He started down the hallway, headed for Niko's room, and he very quietly opened the door, just in case the other guy had already fallen asleep. Maybe he'd come home feeling poorly. Only... he hadn't. At all. Far from it, actually.
Because what Jeff saw when he opened the door was an image he couldn't get out of his head... A gorgeous brunette guy, bent over the footboard of Niko's bed, while Jeff's best friend was taking him from behind. It was one of those things that you immediately wanted to unsee, but instead, saw in stark relief because your senses were on high alert, and in panic mode. The guy had his head thrown back, laughing... actually laughing... as Niko pounded him hard a deep. Neither Niko nor his apparent partner for the evening had even seemed to hear the door open, both of them deeply focused on what was going on in their little world, but the laugh still sounded mocking in Jeff's ears... As if it were directed at him for his failure to get anything right. For a brief second that seemed like an eternity, Jeff was standing there frozen, his legs not wanting to move.
It was too much, watching Niko's cock, not that he hadn't seen it before, driving hard and deep into someone else's waiting ass, as said someone else called out encouragement. It took him longer than it should've, but Jeff tore his eyes away, not sure why there were tears stinging there, and quietly shut the door behind him, going straight back to the living room to grab his keys and head back out into the New York City night.