Love Songs in Age Pt. 4
Title: Love Songs in Age (formerly titled Art in the Night Time)
Pairing: Multiple because it is Truth or Dare
Rating: R, I suppose
Note: I split it into fourths because of the lenght, hence the four seperate posts. Sorry.
If you were to ask him, alone or otherwise St. John Allerdyce did not play truth or dare. Not because he can’t lie with a straight face, because he can and it’s not because he can’t take a dare because what kind of pussy can’t? It’s just that the last time John technically played truth or dare, he set the woods on fire by Amy Greco’s house and had the cops called on him.
“John?”
“What?” John let the word spit out, into the cloudy night sky. Bobby stood next to him for a few moments before crouching down, gingerly resting his weight on his toes.
“You cold?”
“Are you?”
“I don’t get cold, remember?”
John waits. “Whatever.”
“I’m sorry, for what I said. I really, I wasn’t thinking. I had no right to say that about you.”
“No, you didn’t.” Bobby is playing with the shingles, digging his fingers under the edges, and breaking off tiny parts of the corners. He crumbles the bits of the roof between his fingers and after watching, John holds out the bottle, not bothering to make eye contact. “Here.”
“Thanks.” Bobby drank. “The game’s done. It stopped after you left.”
“And what, you resurrected it so you could grill me? I never told him about the people here. He didn’t care. He knew about everything anyway. I mean he built the place.”
“So why’d you go?”
“Why’d you date someone you couldn’t touch?”
“Can’t touch you and I’m your friend.”
“Why’d you date someone you couldn’t touch?”
“Always falling for people I can’t touch.”
“How’s that working for you?”
“Seen better days.” John nodded and knew Bobby was still waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know.”
“You came back.”
“Didn’t fit there. Don’t fit here. Just, I was looking for some place where I wasn’t at odds for once. I didn’t,” John sighs and drinks. “I didn’t mean to hurt you or anybody. Figured you had Marie, you had here.”
“You had here. You had me.”
“No I didn’t. That’s some fucking fairy tale we tell ourselves. I didn’t have you. Like you said, you can’t touch me. You shouldn’t.”
“Is there where you make the token fire and burn reference?”
“No. This is where I tell you that you got too much to fuck it up with me or on me. I can do this on my own. And sit down the right way or stand. You’ll fall if you stay like that.” Bobby sat. “I’m sick Bobby. You, you’re not, ok?”
“I don’t care.”
“I do. And bull shit you don’t care.”
“I don’t!” Bobby took the bottle out of John’s hands and drank. “Look, if you’re just saying this cause you wanna get with Remy or something-“
“It’s not that. Bobby… I’m not worth it. You. The risk. Your parents. Whatever.”
“Shouldn’t I get to decide-?”
“No, because you’ll make the wrong decision.”
“Look, just cause you’re too much of a fuck ass to let people get close to you-“
“People leave Bobby! You got support systems, people who’ll stand by you. I got me. If something were to happen and there were to be a choice made, people would choose you.”
“I’d choose you.”
“Christ, you don’t get it Bobby! Stop falling for people you can’t have!” Bobby calmly put down the bottle, icing it to the roof. He grasped John and kissed him and for a moment, John kissed him back, then pushed him off. “You’re an asshole.”
Bobby kissed him again. “Don’t take no for an answer either. John, I want to touch you. OK? If you’d just let me, please… I, I missed you. I love you.”
“It’s really easy to say ‘love’.”
“OK, I missed you. I love you. I want to take care of you.”
“Bull shit.” Bobby kissed him again and John let him. Rule four, sometimes, if you pretend that everything will be ok then you start to believe it after a while. Rule five, sometimes lying to yourself is all you have. He closed his eyes, because he hated kissing with his eyes open.
Pairing: Multiple because it is Truth or Dare
Rating: R, I suppose
Note: I split it into fourths because of the lenght, hence the four seperate posts. Sorry.
If you were to ask him, alone or otherwise St. John Allerdyce did not play truth or dare. Not because he can’t lie with a straight face, because he can and it’s not because he can’t take a dare because what kind of pussy can’t? It’s just that the last time John technically played truth or dare, he set the woods on fire by Amy Greco’s house and had the cops called on him.
“John?”
“What?” John let the word spit out, into the cloudy night sky. Bobby stood next to him for a few moments before crouching down, gingerly resting his weight on his toes.
“You cold?”
“Are you?”
“I don’t get cold, remember?”
John waits. “Whatever.”
“I’m sorry, for what I said. I really, I wasn’t thinking. I had no right to say that about you.”
“No, you didn’t.” Bobby is playing with the shingles, digging his fingers under the edges, and breaking off tiny parts of the corners. He crumbles the bits of the roof between his fingers and after watching, John holds out the bottle, not bothering to make eye contact. “Here.”
“Thanks.” Bobby drank. “The game’s done. It stopped after you left.”
“And what, you resurrected it so you could grill me? I never told him about the people here. He didn’t care. He knew about everything anyway. I mean he built the place.”
“So why’d you go?”
“Why’d you date someone you couldn’t touch?”
“Can’t touch you and I’m your friend.”
“Why’d you date someone you couldn’t touch?”
“Always falling for people I can’t touch.”
“How’s that working for you?”
“Seen better days.” John nodded and knew Bobby was still waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know.”
“You came back.”
“Didn’t fit there. Don’t fit here. Just, I was looking for some place where I wasn’t at odds for once. I didn’t,” John sighs and drinks. “I didn’t mean to hurt you or anybody. Figured you had Marie, you had here.”
“You had here. You had me.”
“No I didn’t. That’s some fucking fairy tale we tell ourselves. I didn’t have you. Like you said, you can’t touch me. You shouldn’t.”
“Is there where you make the token fire and burn reference?”
“No. This is where I tell you that you got too much to fuck it up with me or on me. I can do this on my own. And sit down the right way or stand. You’ll fall if you stay like that.” Bobby sat. “I’m sick Bobby. You, you’re not, ok?”
“I don’t care.”
“I do. And bull shit you don’t care.”
“I don’t!” Bobby took the bottle out of John’s hands and drank. “Look, if you’re just saying this cause you wanna get with Remy or something-“
“It’s not that. Bobby… I’m not worth it. You. The risk. Your parents. Whatever.”
“Shouldn’t I get to decide-?”
“No, because you’ll make the wrong decision.”
“Look, just cause you’re too much of a fuck ass to let people get close to you-“
“People leave Bobby! You got support systems, people who’ll stand by you. I got me. If something were to happen and there were to be a choice made, people would choose you.”
“I’d choose you.”
“Christ, you don’t get it Bobby! Stop falling for people you can’t have!” Bobby calmly put down the bottle, icing it to the roof. He grasped John and kissed him and for a moment, John kissed him back, then pushed him off. “You’re an asshole.”
Bobby kissed him again. “Don’t take no for an answer either. John, I want to touch you. OK? If you’d just let me, please… I, I missed you. I love you.”
“It’s really easy to say ‘love’.”
“OK, I missed you. I love you. I want to take care of you.”
“Bull shit.” Bobby kissed him again and John let him. Rule four, sometimes, if you pretend that everything will be ok then you start to believe it after a while. Rule five, sometimes lying to yourself is all you have. He closed his eyes, because he hated kissing with his eyes open.