RP with seeuincourt | Crashing the dirty weekend... or something like that

[richandlovingit]

[Follows THIS]Ethan was willing to concede that he was having a bad day. He had them occasionally, he just didn't ever like to admit the defeat. Today, the ego was going down a couple of notches. He was stressed out of his fucking knob, he didn't feel good, and the migraine seemed to make the height of his company building even more dizzying. He

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[seeuincourt]

If Tom was surprised to see his best mate, he didn't show it. Stuart was... Actually, Tom had lost track of where Stuart was. They'd managed to get outside for a bit, and there may have been some debauching of outside furniture, but Tom wasn't still up to full strength, and had needed to come back in. He had a feeling Stuart was making a call to check in with Gee, knowing his partner was experiencing some interesting dilemmas now the Irish Cock was Stuart's replacement.

He glanced down at Ethan, and smirked. "You know, if you're trying to suffocate yourself, it's really not going to work. You won't have the power in your arms. You need a decent pair of breasts to bury your face in. Or you could just eat cock."

[richandlovingit]

"You just don't wanna have to get rid of the body, admit it." Ethan stayed buried under the pillow for a moment. He had forgotten how bright Surrey could be, and his housekeeper liked to open all the curtains to let in the country atmosphere when it was a nice day. "Mate, if you're suffocating eating cock, even I know you're doing it fucking wrong."

[seeuincourt]

"It's true. I really don't. Plus I've already experienced what it's like to be dragged in for questioning over a murder. I really don't want to go through it again." His expression had darkened a little, but Tom's tone was still relatively light. He had been working through the anger over what had happened, Stuart copping a fair bit of it, and just throwing it back. It was what Tom had needed. After a moment he shifted off the bed and drew all the curtains shut before taking his place again. "I don't suffocate, I'm the Gay King. It wouldn't be a bad way to go though - doing what I love best."

[richandlovingit]

Ethan tentatively took the pillow away now the room was dimmed. He didn't say anything at first, Tom's comment about the questioning niggling right away at his stress points. He scrunched his nose up briefly and swallowed heavily. He wasn't going to let it make him sick again. He knew he probably still only had the headache because he had sat at his desk and cried for an hour straight. He was sure he had never done that in his life. It was like when you shook up a can of beer and then opened it, letting it explode in a mess all over the place. "You could just take yourself out after," he joked weakly.

He gave a small nod. "Death by sex. I'm there. Not with you, mind. You could watch, though," he added with a smirk.

[seeuincourt]

Tom was watching his friend closely, and frowned a little as he noticed the nose scrunch. Ethan clearly wasn't feeling well, and he was doing his best to avoid offering up any information about it. Tom knew better than to quiz him, though. They were alike in that way. The more someone asked, the more they needed, and grew more and more pissed off. "I could. Or take myself out while my cock's getting sucked. Wait until the orgasm."

Tom snorted. "Watch you fucking Sophie? Don't think so, mate. I love you, but not enough to watch you fuck a woman. That privilege I save for Stuart."

[richandlovingit]

"If you die during sex, does that technically make your lover a necrophiliac?" Ethan asked, forehead scrunching up uncertainly. "Why would you wanna die during the orgasm, mate? Wait until it's over, otherwise, what's the fucking point?"

He raised his eyebrows a little, even if that slight movement made him aware of his headache. "You want Stu to watch me fucking Sophie. That could be well hot," he joked. He massaged his temples a little with his fingers. "She's busy today..." he finally murmured with a sigh, his tone losing the humour.

[seeuincourt]

"Hm..." Tom tilted his head as he gave the matter some serious consideration. "No? I mean, if it's fucking awesome sex they probably might not even notice. They're not willingly fucking a dead body. And they're not getting off because you're dead. I want to die when I'm still riding high."

Tom chuckled as he shook his head. "No, I told Stuart we should have a threesome with the third being a woman. He's bi, I don't mind him indulging in both worlds once in a while. However it's nice to know you'd want an audience in your fucking. I'll let him know. Maybe we can have our own little orgy?" Tom finally let out a sigh. "Have you had any painkillers? Why haven't you called her?"

[richandlovingit]

"How much would that suck? Roll over for a cuddle, taking the chivalrous route and lying in the wet spot and all, only to discover your lover has karked it. That would really suck. I think maybe I want to die watching porn instead. Or eating Mum's roast beef." Ethan had come to hug the pillow across his chest, staring up at the ornate ceiling in contemplation.

He glanced over at Tom. "You'd have a threesome with a woman? Seriously? You really have got it bad for him, haven't you? I thought I'd miss threesomes when I got hitched, but I don't. Pretty sure I would tear the third party's head off if they touched Soph." He puffed his cheeks out, having the decency to look slightly guilty. "She's got this case with these messed up kids. They need her more than I do. The pills aren't doing their thing, but I... there's extenuating circumstances. It's been a shit day. I nearly barfed in a board meeting."

[seeuincourt]

Tom stuck his tongue out before he started to chuckle. This time it didn't hurt his stomach so much, and he was grateful to actually be able to laugh about something. "I can see Soph reviving you just to kill you for dying on her after sex. She wouldn't let you get away with it. Die while having a wank? I guess... I love your Mum's roast beef

[richandlovingit]

"But CPR for the fucking win. Have you seen what chick's boobs do when they're leaning over someone and bouncing up and down? Fucking awesome view, mate. I would love to die and wake back up to that. I would think I was in bloody heaven." Ethan shrugged. "Unless Soph is talking to me or I'm looking at her nudie picks, I actually have to use both hands to wank these days. It's not as satisfying without her

[seeuincourt]

"You could just ask her to ride you, mate. You don't need to die to get that. Or just do a little roleplay," Tom said with a smirk as he nudged Ethan. "You have nudie pics of her? Hey, what happened with that sex tape you were supposed to be leaking? And tell me about it. I don't like wanking when Stu's not around."

Tom cleared his throat. "They're not together. Her and the Irish cock, I mean. So she could use a little fun while he runs her head in circles. Bloke's being worse than the two of us put together. A threesome with us would at least help clear her head, or something. I don't know, I was just using her as an example." Tom shifted, sliding down the pillows so he lying next to Ethan and could watch him more closely. "This is me, Williamson. Don't fuck about."

[richandlovingit]

"You went and nearly got squished into roadkill, didn't you? Not exactly conducive to getting the sort of boner I want out there on show..." Ethan pressed his lips together and raised his eyebrows with interest. "Roleplay. I got her a French Maid outfit."

He looked at Tom curiously. "You're serious about this threesome thing. What aren't you telling me? You have never wanted to give another bloke tits as a present before. This is really serious." He paused and exhaled heavily. "You, alright? I thought I was dealing with it. I wasn't. It's all come back to bite me on the arse. Everything's just... you nearly fucking died."

[seeuincourt]

"I didn't do it on purpose. Not like I planned on it." Tom arched his eyebrow curiously before he started to smirk. "Have you broken it in yet?"

He gave a nod. "Yeah, I am. I want to marry him, Ethan. I want to do forever with Stuart. I can't live without him. I'm... doomed," he added with a wry smile. "I love him." He blinked, then let out a rush of air like he'd just been slammed in the chest. "I'm sorry."

[richandlovingit]

Ethan wasn't sure if two more emotional subjects could have been visited in one go. There was this struggle to cope with everything that had happened to Tom, even if for Ethan it was a delayed reaction, and now Tom was telling him he was engaged? Was that what he was saying? "You're engaged? You... he... married?" It was a complete shock, to say the least. Ethan never, ever thought he would hear those words come out of Tom's mouth, not in this life time. He pulled the piss out of Tom about it all the time, but this was surreal. "W-When... how?"

His head was starting to feel like someone had his squeezed in a vice again. He sat up, holding the pillow in against his gut. "Soph's been trying to tell me to deal with it somehow, but I dunno... couldn't. Didn't know how. Didn't want to? Then it was just all there and I'm yelling at people and biting their heads off. Nearly called my driver a murderer by default. I was just sitting there, trying to listen to my directors, when it hit me just... how close it was that you were nearly dead. It

[seeuincourt]

Tom thought he'd stumbled into another conversation for a moment, and scrubbed his hand over his face as he tried to work out where one of them had gone wrong. "What? No, not engaged. I just would want to get married to him when the time was right. Not right now. I'm just saying it's something I want with him. Not something I'm having with him. We just talked about it, that's all."

Tom sat up again, and slipped his arm around Ethan's shoulder to pull him into a hug. He didn't give a shit about manly shows of affection. He was going to hug his best mate when he needed it. "I'm sorry," he said again. It was his fault Ethan was falling apart. His driver that had become a psychotic. His ex that had turned up dead. His life on the line. "She's right you know, just probably thought you'd do it with her or family around you to comfort you. Not that I can talk. I pick some pretty stupid moments to let shit out, too."

[richandlovingit]

Ethan rubbed a hand over his face. "You're so going to be looking at buying a ring before the month is out," he predicted. "Especially if you came to this realisation mid-fuck. Because it will happen again. And give me a moment, I will come up with an awesome piss-pulling about you making love. When I'm not trying to stop my brain melting out of my ears