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sleepytimejunction2020-05-02 09:06 pm
teaserving) wrote in sleepytimejunction2020-05-02 09:06 pm
electric tapestry
It's been a couple of years since he'd left Italy. Primarily, his skills in speaking English help him get along, especially with his various contract jobs. Of all of them, the Speedwagon Foundation pays the nicest, and the money is usually clean -- that's not exactly typical of most places, but it's kind of refreshing for a change of pace.
Not that Abbacchio probably deserves clean money.
Anyway, he's technically off shift, not that he'd care if he was still on the clock, as it were. He's seen this guy around a few times and hasn't really cared to know who he is, just kind of assumes he's probably upper management somewhere. He isn't bad to look at, but Abbacchio doesn't exactly play nice either. He'd said something along the lines of stop staring or fucking do something about it to the man.
That's about what led him to being on his knees in a closet sucking the guy's dick. Not that he has a problem with it; if he hadn't wanted to, he'd have put up a fight but he genuinely didn't expect him to be this big. To Abbacchio's credit, he doesn't choke, though.
He slides off with a lewd, wet pop and strokes him.
"This all you wanted? Fucking up my lipstick? That shit isn't cheap, stronzo."
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In Abbacchio's own eyes, he feels himself being too broken to help, but Jotaro already knows where they both stand on that.]
I can be a real nasty piece of work, capo.
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[Another moment, another caress. Each stroke is as steady as a heartbeat.]
Are you going to try to scare me away?
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[But that's on Jotaro, he tells himself. Jotaro's made the choice to waste his time with Abbacchio more than necessary, and here they are.
Gradually, he does relax under the stroking, as if the pets have soothed an angry alley cat.]
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[No one wants to hear something like that in a moment like this, anyway. Having their behavior analogized with something an animal does. At least he's wise enough by now to recognize that.
Still, his eyes stay on Abbacchio's face, his own expression soft.]
Forget about what I think, for a minute. But for you...just, yes or no. If it were entirely up to you, and nothing else. Do you want to stay close to me?
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[The question makes him frown. Fucking asshole; Abbacchio detests lying, so he's not going to, but--]
Yeah. I do. I don't think I should, but I want to.
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[His fingertips trace a slow, ambling circle across Abbacchio's skin.]
Well. I'm not going anywhere tonight, so stay as close as you want. Tomorrow we can figure out tomorrow.
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[It's a bit surreal to be up against someone that's actually bigger than him, but it's also... actually really nice. Did Florentino feel like this? The wicked taunting idea that he might feel safe against someone else?
Abbacchio sighs and closes his eyes, settling his weight more against Jotaro.]
Guess that's a problem for future us. Fine. I can deal with that.
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[He really is awfully cute like this. Soft. Serene. He wonders how long it's been since the last time Abbacchio was able to relax and just sleep. Somehow, given what he'd said about his past, it's probably been a long time.]
All right. I'm going to sleep, you little menace.
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[He snorts against Jotaro.]
Only little in comparison to you.
[But suffice it to say, Abbacchio does finally manage to sleep. Maybe a bit less nightmares than usual, but he'll take it for what it is. It's still strange to find himself sleeping next to a warm body again. Even if it's just this one time, he doesn't quite know what to make of it.]