Fill 4/4 Nat Rothschild/George Osborne (warning:mentions of drugs, alcohol, and bullying)
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May 4 2013, 04:18:47 UTC
They were both silent for a few minutes as they caught their breath. Nat moves first, fumbling in his dresser for an old t-shirt. He pulls out two and tosses one to George. It lands next to him, and George picks it up, wiping the sweat off of his brow first before mopping up the mess on his abdomen. A shower would be better, but Nat rejoins him, encouraging George to lie against his chest. Nat’s fingers comb through George’s hair, only interrupted by Nat’s lips pressing a chaste kiss to George’s forehead, like an apology for what happened, for what will happen. He wonders if Nat wishes if they could stay like this.
He wakes up to Nat watching him, looking at him with reverence and affection. Nat’s mouth opens, but before he could say anything, they both hear it: Nat’s alarm clock wailing. Morning, signalling that it was time for George to depart.
**
Nat fucking relapses. The next time the club meets, he’s in his cups and bragging about scoring some premium cocaine from a connection in London. Everything now feels like an elaborate ploy so Nat can claim he was George’s first in every sense. He could throw the watch at him and storm out, but George hesitates. Nat couldn’t be that cruel, could he? Not after that wonderful display of gentle sincerity.
He’s with a girl, as usual. Jesting. Casually asking her to return to his room like he’s asking her about the kind of wine she likes with steak or if she likes her coffee black. Like he’s not thinking of ways to charm her out of her party dress and getting naked under him.
You’re going to make me say it and then call me a liar when I can’t meet your impossible expectations.
He is a liar. Just so he could fuck George, like he’s nobody, nothing. Like always, pushed to the side feeling dirty and used. Maybe because you were used. And they fall into that phase again, the one where Nat does something to anger George and George refuses to talk to Nat until the slight is so far in the back of his mind that he can begin to forgive Nat.
He wakes up to Nat watching him, looking at him with reverence and affection. Nat’s mouth opens, but before he could say anything, they both hear it: Nat’s alarm clock wailing. Morning, signalling that it was time for George to depart.
**
Nat fucking relapses. The next time the club meets, he’s in his cups and bragging about scoring some premium cocaine from a connection in London. Everything now feels like an elaborate ploy so Nat can claim he was George’s first in every sense. He could throw the watch at him and storm out, but George hesitates. Nat couldn’t be that cruel, could he? Not after that wonderful display of gentle sincerity.
He’s with a girl, as usual. Jesting. Casually asking her to return to his room like he’s asking her about the kind of wine she likes with steak or if she likes her coffee black. Like he’s not thinking of ways to charm her out of her party dress and getting naked under him.
You’re going to make me say it and then call me a liar when I can’t meet your impossible expectations.
He is a liar. Just so he could fuck George, like he’s nobody, nothing. Like always, pushed to the side feeling dirty and used. Maybe because you were used. And they fall into that phase again, the one where Nat does something to anger George and George refuses to talk to Nat until the slight is so far in the back of his mind that he can begin to forgive Nat.
It is frustrating, but it works for them.
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The boys are my OTP and this was just lovely to read and heart breaking and just so <3
Thank you for sharing this and for keeping my OTP going.
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