[It's not like he doesn't get anything out of the rough fucks. He must, otherwise he wouldn't keep answering when Derek texts or calls. Kavinsky is pretty sure that, at the base of it all, that's all this is. It's only a matter of time before Derek stops. It's only a matter of time before Joey becomes a weapon, or worse, just disappears from Derek's vocabulary.
He hates this feeling. This heaviness in his chest. And he fucking hates thinking about anything this hard. His jaw tenses when the warm weight of Derek's hand slides over his leg and squeezes.]
Fuck that bitch.
[There's probably something better he could say, something that gets across what he's feeling better, but that's what he's got. Maybe he hasn't lost family like that, but he never really had it to begin with, did he? And when his life went up in flames, he was the one holding the match.
He tears his gaze away from the ceiling and he looks at Derek. Kavinsky's eyes are dark and hollow and lucid.]
Shitty place for second chances, huh?
[He doesn't know how to do this. But he wants something and he wants it so bad that it hurts.
Kavinsky moves. He forces himself up like he's pulling free of something and a breath later he's straddling Derek's legs. He knows what would be easy. He could probably ask Derek to fuck him into oblivion and he'd be alright for a while.
Months on and he still thinks of spending the full moon with this asshole.]
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He hates this feeling. This heaviness in his chest. And he fucking hates thinking about anything this hard. His jaw tenses when the warm weight of Derek's hand slides over his leg and squeezes.]
Fuck that bitch.
[There's probably something better he could say, something that gets across what he's feeling better, but that's what he's got. Maybe he hasn't lost family like that, but he never really had it to begin with, did he? And when his life went up in flames, he was the one holding the match.
He tears his gaze away from the ceiling and he looks at Derek. Kavinsky's eyes are dark and hollow and lucid.]
Shitty place for second chances, huh?
[He doesn't know how to do this. But he wants something and he wants it so bad that it hurts.
Kavinsky moves. He forces himself up like he's pulling free of something and a breath later he's straddling Derek's legs. He knows what would be easy. He could probably ask Derek to fuck him into oblivion and he'd be alright for a while.
Months on and he still thinks of spending the full moon with this asshole.]