electric tapestry

[teaserving]

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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[starmark]

Got a big mouth, too.

[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.

[teaserving]

Yeah, you'd know that.

[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.]