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.