[center Sirens sound in the distance. Horns blare. Stoplights flicker, dim in the coming dark. People rush by on the sidewalks while cars cruise by, rumbling over dry pavement. The world is at peace.]
[center And yet it is not. A dark power crushes close, insinuating itself among humankind secretly. Velveteen claws are curled into places of security and power, sheathed only until they can strike once and decisively. Every institution has been infiltrated. The intruders are everywhere, hidden in plain sight. Until the claws are unsheathed and the trap snapped shut, even the infiltrators do not know what they are. Human in appearance, human in nature, in every way, from memory to appearance, a perfect replica of those whom they have replaced. ]
[center There is no secret organization to oppose them. There is no resistance to be had against that which does not exist. Those who discover the truth cast their eyes aside and claim they did not see, for to admit to have seen such horror is to admit insanity. ]
[center Their patience is boundless. They have waited for generations, for millennia, watched humanity claw its way towards the unknowable beyond, but now their waiting is almost done. The coil bends, the pressure plate dips, the spring is compressed. And when the trap is sprung, nothing will be left of this Earth but ash.]
The black goat's thousand young are among us, perfectly disguised, preparing their final assault upon the Earth. When the thousandth child arrives, then will their disguises be cast aside and Earth's dominion shall be transferred to those beyond human understanding.
We play a pair of humans who have been upset from their homes by imposters who are, impossibly, identical to themselves in every way, down to the very memories. My character has been displaced for some time, while yours has only just been replaced. In this time of confusion, your character finds themselves drawn to mine, and mine offers yours guidance, hope, and a way to fight. So long as all thousand are not on earth, the trap remains unshut. And we two are the only two who know, the only two who can oppose them.
I want this roleplay to be dark and mature-themed. The black goat's young cannot be told from ordinary mortal humans until after a vital blow has been struck. There will be paranoia, fear, uncertainty, and surest of all, death. This is a long, hard battle with no certain outcome, where anyone and anything might turn against us at any moment. This roleplay is strongly influenced by Lovecraft, as you might have guessed from the title. The black goat's young are beings that defy human understanding, but they can be killed, or at least sent back to the dark realm from which they come. Romance is not necessary, but I would prefer a heterosexual or mxm relationship, if you desire it. I am very much open to any suggestions you might have as to where the plot might go.
Feel free to ask questions. Please pm me the skeleton below once you are ready to apply. This is not first come, first serve.
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It surprised him how easily Landon agreed to the bathroom. And here he'd thought Landon was the classy kind of guy who'd protest until they were completely alone! Still, no skin off his back. In fact, this was better. The sooner they found a place, the more time they'd have to screw around.
It was cleaner than he'd expected, for a public restroom. Two urinals were complimented by three stalls; it was a small restroom, but then again, that probably meant few people used it.
He shrugged tiredly. "I don't know. Daniel was talking about recruiting people, and then she was right there, and what was I supposed to do? It seemed like a good idea..." Then again, it was Daniel's idea, after all. Those usually weren't good ones. He should've known better.
Though it seemed like Landon wasn't keen on pounding that particular point home. The man stepped in and shut him up with a kiss, and Bell gave in easily, moving into Landon's arms and returning the hug. Felt like he was finally reunited.
They shuffled into the stall, and the lock clicked shut. Bell wasted no time in pressing up against Landon, pushing his back against the door to pin him there while he lavished him with kisses. Fingers knitted in Landon's hair, playing with his fair locks. It was somehow enticing, the way they only had one thin layer each between their bodies. He could feel everything, only just hidden behind the thin fabric of the shirt or the shorts; there were no secrets between them. He could feel when Landon started to react, and knew Landon could feel the same. Earlier hadn't been nearly enough. Not even a little.
He nuzzled at Landon desperately, just wanting to be closer already. His hands slid down between them, and he teased Landon though his shorts, trailing kisses down over his shirt until he found a nibble to nip at through the fabric. It was kind of fun, actually, playing like this. The slightly muted touch, the warmth that emanated through the fabric... but it wasn't going to be enough. His hands slid up and pushed Landon's shirt up, tracing over the heat of bare skin underneath, and he made eye contact with Landon, determined. This time, nothing was going to get in their way.
It was odd, walking outside in clothes he usually only slept in. It felt naked; as if everyone could see what they were up to -which was nonsense, of course. How could people tell? They were just two guys in light clothes now, probably blending in better than before. Going back to move clothes around hadn't even been a thought. Who cared?
Either way the place they'd find wouldn't be a comfortable spot for conducting their business, so Landon figured they wouldn't linger for long after the fact.
An empty alleyway was up first, but Landon just have Bell a worrying look. No way. Too exposed, too filthy.
A restroom offered more privacy.
And more options.
"Let's see about the restroom," Landon offered. He didn't feel like searching around for too long, straying too far away from the laundromat. Without clothes, Landon felt exposed and vulnerable. And the longer they walked, the less inclined he felt to agree to any of the ideas. It felt a little desperate, scavenging around for a spot to get off.
As if they couldn't go for more than a couple of days without being together like that. Did their relationship really hinge on sex? Landon knew physical contact was important to them though. Maybe it was more like that.
Landon lead the way into the stall. It was well-kept, reasonably clean tiles. There weren't many stalls however, just a few. If they were caught, there wouldn't be anywhere to go. He supposed there were several stalls. Maybe they could pretend it was out of commission.
"So why did you invite Cat to join us again?" Landon asked demurely, giving Bell a meek smirk.
He reached out for the other man, pulling Bell into his arms. Without the several layers of clothes, it was easy to reach the parts of Bell he wanted to touch. One of the stalls was a disability-toilet, complete with bar and extra space. Landon kissed Bell and shuffled back into that one. It was cleaner than the others, on account of being used less. An absent-minded hand flicked the lock.
Landon didn't waste much time either. The kisses they'd exchanged earlier had been too fleeting to be satisfying. He wanted more.
In here? Where were they going to do it, bent over the laundry machines in plain sight of the road? "No, how even?" he asked, shaking his head. "Unless there's a restroom..." He looked around hopefully, but there was no restroom available.
Landon had a point. The dryer would take longer. "If we use now to find somewhere, sure," he agreed. "And I don't think Cat will mind if we're a minute or two late." Or half an hour, or an hour... it'd be fine. As long as they came back in time for dinner, he doubted Cat would even notice that they were gone.
Despite Landon's hesitations, he could see it on the man's face: it was tempting him as much as it was tempting Bell. Lagoon moved closer, almost touching. "We can figure something out," he eased Landon's mind. "If it's close, I mean, we don't both have to come back and move the clothes around, right?" Though, well, he didn't think either of them would want to move from wherever they sequestered themselves once they'd started.
Ha, he had him. Not as if he'd expected sex to be a hard sell, but it still felt like victory. "Let's go take a look," he suggested, nodding towards the door. They'd find somewhere. "There's gotta be somewhere secluded. A bathroom or something."
He led the way out. The light was still bright, but less jarring when they moved from the well-lit laundromat to the bright outside. An empty alleyway beckoned, but Landon was probably too classy for that. Still, he glanced back just to make sure. Sometimes Landon surprised him.
Not that he expected this to be one of those times.
A little ways from the laundromat was a public park; it was nicely groomed, none of the shrubbery thick enough for them to hide. But there'd be a public restroom. Probably a nice, private one-stall restroom, too. "There should be a bathroom in there, and it doesn't look too popular," he suggested with a shrug.
Aside from that... he looked around. Were there any abandoned buildings around here? He already knew Landon wouldn't turn that down. "I dunno. You see anywhere?" _
He held his hand out for the soap, noticing Bellwether had gotten two different kinds. His wallet disappeared into the man's shorts. Just as well. With cash and soap in hand, Landon fed the washing machine quarters and watched with certain satisfaction as it both tapped water to launder their clothes. At least this much he could do.
Of course, was it? Of course.
No matter how much Landon wished it hadn't happened, Bell had gone through a rough time on the street.
"Guess we're just too nice," Landon countered when Bell told him he'd been beaten up. It hurt, somehow, though Landon knew Bellwether-goat wouldn't let Bell die. It still hurt that someone would mistreat the man he'd come to love.
Half an hour?
Really? Bell wanted to get into it now? Where? How? It wouldn't be anywhere near comfortable, let alone private. They might as well just run outside and yell at everyone who wanted to hear that they were gay and enjoyed consuming their relationship.
"What- in here?" Landon blurted out.
He surveyed the laundromat, but honestly; it was a wide open space with washing machines lined up against the wall and on the island in the middle. There wasn't even anything to stand behind so people passing them by outside couldn't see what they were up to.
"Do you...want to wait for the spin-cycle?" he said with a faint laugh. This was ridiculous.
Maybe if they went outside, abused an alley, but still.
Quick and dirty just didn't work when you wanted to go all the way. Maybe Bell had become convinced because that's what certain men always tried- had done. How Bell had been raped.
"There's no way it's going to be comfortable," Landon whispered, standing close to Bell. Close enough that he could feel the man's body warmth and frankly, he'd contemplated it as well, hadn't he?
Landon licked his lips, then bit his lower lip.
It wasn't a good idea. Even when they wanted quick, it took some time preparing the other so it'd be comfortable. Landon didn't want to hurt Bell. That, and he'd kind of already taken the pressure off under the shower. Not that that was really a reason not to.
"Where else can we go?" he pitched. Not in the laundromat. It'd be very embarrassing, that one. Some of these washing machines would be finished soon and people would come pick up their clothes.
Landon managed to load the machine, but got lost on figuring out the detergent-vending machine. "Here, I'll..." Landon handed him both cash and wallet, and Bell look over. There was a change machine just to the left; feeding it a five got them plenty of quarters, which he used to purchase ordinary detergent, then the strongest stuff they had. He handed one packet and enough quarters for the laundry machine to Landon, then moved to the other, pouring detergent over Cat's clothes. It had to be his imagination, but he could almost swear they hissed on contact with the soap.
It was only when he had folded the wallet shut and stuck it back into his gym shorts' pocket that he realized the significance of what Landon had done. For the first time, Bell held the card. He had the power over their monetary fate!
Or, well, not really, because he knew fewer numbers of Landon's pin than Daniel did. So why have it to--well, wait. Hadn't Daniel said he ought to take the card, to keep him from buying alcohol? Was it still that hard for them?
Landon's voice brought him back from that particular mental journey. "Huh? Yeah, of course," he said. Hadn't Landon had his eyes open when they'd met? "By the time I'd met you I'd worked out some shit she hasn't, obviously, like the stench, but... yeah." He shrugged. Some of it she just wasn't old enough for, like sleeping around to find a warm bed and a shower. Some of it might be pride. He didn't know.
He smirked then, a memory surfacing. "Well, except the time I tied to kick a grown man out of his sleeping place I got beaten to three shades of shit and [i then] kicked out."
With a shove that was maybe a little too hard, he pushed the quarters into the machine, and the washer grumbled to life. For a second, he stared at it, a few other memories dredging up from those days. Memories of cold and dirt, and growing sores from where grimy clothes chafed his skin, of getting chased out of everywhere and anywhere. Hadn't been pleasant. But he'd worked it out in the end. He'd survived, that was what mattered.
Then he pushed away from the washer and grinned at Landon. "Well, we've got half an hour," he suggested, eyebrows waggling.
Landon blinked into the light, taking a second to adjust to the intensity of the sun at this hour in the afternoon. It felt warmer too. Bell recovered quicker and started leading the way to a laundromat. Landon could only hope they'd pick whatever was first and fast, because it almost felt as if Cat's clothes would start to lead their own life in his grip.
Fortunately it didn't take too long before they stumbled across a decent looking establishment. Landon didn't hesitate for one second, but stepped inside and opened the first washing-machine that wasn't already working on cleaning clothes. He was just about to stuff in their clothes when Bell suggested they might wash theirs separately.
He looked down at the clothes he still held and ceded.
"Yes. Yeah, good idea." He'd forgotten he'd thought that one up a second ago as well. His mind wasn't in the game. Landon followed Bell's example of stripping down to the bare minimum and stuffed their clothes into another machine.
"Think we should get disinfectant or just plain detergent?" he posed, finding a vending-machine with several packages. Landon absent-mindedly rooted through his wallet for coins, but other than what they'd gotten in change at the sandwich shop, there wasn't much to go on. All he had were bills. Bills he ought to hand to Bell.
"You have change?" he gestured at the machine.
"All I have is bills," Landon ventured.
There were a couple of dollar bills the machine might swallow. Landon messed with the machine thoughtlessly. Last time they'd been in a laundromat together, it'd been to electrocute Mindy-goat.
Bellwether-goat had suffered a great deal at the hand of that one.
"You should probably hang on to this," Landon offered Bell his wallet and gave up. He couldn't get the machine to work for him. His wallet was startlingly empty; some receipts from back when he'd lived in the middle of nowhere, some cash and a single card. It was enough. The card alone betrayed he wasn't born Landon, but Daniel instead. Just the first initial was enough to upset reality as he knew it.
"Did you live like that?" Landon pitched, leaning against the side of the vending machine, watching Bell. "Like Cat?" Maybe not washing was another way of defending herself. What man in their right minds would consider raping a piece of filth? That just left the people who weren't in their right minds. Landon wasn't sure which was worse.
"We can always give it a try," he said dubiously, not sure his optimism was warranted. They were pretty gross-looking clothes, on or off Cat. "And buy new if it doesn't work out." He shrugged. Cat might be attached to her clothes, after all. Though he had no idea how anyone could be attached to something so gross.
Luckily for him, Landon handled Cat's clothes, meaning he could leave his hands clean. And left a note for her. See, he was learning, after all. Well--they'd both had to learn, when it came to leaving notes. "Yep," Bell agreed, and followed Landon out, shutting the door gently behind them.
The hotel's artificial light and drawn curtains created an illusion of twilight that was not at all reflected in reality; Bell had to raise a hand to shade his eyes and squint until he got used to the sunlight. At least this was the part of town that'd have laundromats: the poor part, full of people who couldn't afford their own machines. He led the way at random, wandering around the streets until he stumbled upon one. Built into a strip mall, he might not have noticed it if not for the garish blue sign with bubbles that announced "Mr. Scrubby's Laundromat - Open 24/7." It had big glass windows that showed its open floor plan from the outside: just a big, empty room with a sterile concrete floor, lined with laundry machines. For a second, he remembered another laundry room, one that faded to black only for him to wake up in their hotel room, struggling to breathe--but that had been a long time ago.
"Hope they sell detergent," he mentioned to Landon, and strode inside. It smelled like soap and fabric softener, a few of the machines rumbling away already. He pulled off his outer layers down to the gym shorts and a T-shirt, then glanced at Landon. "Think we should put Cat's stuff in a different machine?" They didn't really have enough clothes to warrant two machines, but he didn't want to find out Cat had lice by throwing his clothes in the same machine and getting them infected, as well.
Their inhibitions were gone, even though they were supposedly 'in private'. It almost hurt to see how their habits had grown and were now interrupted by the presence of a fourth. Soon they'd have one big orgy. Landon snorted at the deranged thought.
Go do laundry? Was that what they called it now?
"Yeah, sure..." Landon shrugged. Going out would be good. It'd kill some time, though he wasn't keen to carry Cat's clothes anywhere without a proper bag to put them in. Actually, maybe a lighter would be best. Just torch them.
They were bound to contain lice, fleas or both.
"You think these are worth washing?" he offered, nudging the clothes with his big toe.
Even that much seemed like a questionable decision. Landon sat down on their bed and started getting his shoes on.
"Could get some new ones, well, 'new'," Landon suggested.
Part of him wished they'd have taken some of the frilly, colourful clothes from the store they'd broken into a couple of days ago. Could've used those now. Well, they had soiled most of the clothes still there.
If they didn't wash, they could always buy new ones.
He looked around for a pen and pencil, jotting a few scribbles down to let Cat know they wouldn't be gone for long. Spot gave the pair of them a despondent look, as if to say 'see, dogs do belong on beds', combined with, 'I'm not lifting a paw'.
"Keep an eye out," Landon told Spot and rifled through Cat's dirty clothes for her keycard and wrapped the note around it, placing it in plain sight. That way, if she did want to risk going out in Bell's clothes, at least she'd be able to come back. He folded Cat's clothes into the neatest bundle he could and gathered what clothes he didn't wear for washing.
Landon did a final survey of the room and shrugged.
"Think that's everything, let's go," he offered. Staying put in one place was no good for him currently. Too nervous, too wired. And seeing things. He was becoming unhinged again. At least sorting through laundry and go about mundane activities relieved some of the pressure. That and their hour of privacy might turn into another relief entirely.
Everything else aside, it was at the very least gratifying to see Landon react to him half-naked, even if there was nothing he could do about it. They shared a quick kiss, and then Bell finished dressing and left the bathroom behind, yawning himself despite it only being a little past noon. Cat was sleeping already, curled up with Spot, who was always up for a nap. It was kind of sweet, if it weren't also the one thing getting in the way of him and Landon. He sat down on the bed and pushed his wet hair back, taking the room in again. There was a television, a desk and a couple of chairs...the usual. Nothing overly interesting, and no where for him and Landon to hide. Maybe of they sent Cat on some errand, told her to go deal with the laundry... course, then they'd have some alone time, but they'd probably also end up with no clothes. He didn't trust Cat not to run off, even with such a meager bounty.
So, then, what else? They could slip out while Cat slept. If they left Spot behind, she should be reassured that they weren't gone for good, if she even cared. Yeah, go fuck in the laundry room, that'd make them popular. Though it wasn't as though the washing machine had to be baby-sat, and it ran for what, a half-hour? An hour? Plenty of time. They could find somewhere to cozy away and go at it, under the guise of completing the laundry.
Satisfied with his idea, he looked around the room until he located the smelly lump that was Cat's old clothes. Were they even worth washing? They'd probably contaminate anything else put in a machine with them, they were so dirty. But at the same time, Cat was swimming in his clothes. They'd either have to wash hers or buy her new, and a load in the laundry machine cost less than a stop by the cheapest thrift store.
Landon emerged at last, and Bell stood up, then felt stupid about it because he couldn't go kiss Landon, and just hovered awkwardly. Cat seemed to be sleeping, but if there was one thing he knew about life on the streets, it was that you slept light, with one eye open. "Wanna go do laundry while she's passed out?" he suggested. Wasn't as though he had anything better to do, even if there'd be no canoodling.
"We're not exactly boys any more," Landon pointed out. They were men. Grown men. Cat wasn't stupid. She could get over the fact that they'd share a bed for her sake, but not for them screwing around with her sitting at the sidelines. Landon sat down on the bed, counting their cash and hiding the prominent problem in his pants from sight. Cat was clueless. She all but vaulted onto the bed and curled an arm around Spot, who rolled onto his back and pawed at her to be pet. Oh, sure, he got some.
At least Bellwether was quick about showering.
By the time Bell called out it was his turn, Cat was already yawning widely. First time in a while she'd met up with a decent bed, was it? Landon stood and invaded the bathroom even before Bellwether was entirely dressed.
Shit. And he'd just calmed down as well. Landon wasted little time in taking off his shirt and creating a little breathing space down under. Either Bell had taken a cold shower or he'd put a hand to himself.
Was that how this was going to be for the time being?
Yeah, they really needed to come up with something more creative to have some private time. Landon stole a kiss from Bell before discarding the last article of clothing and stepping underneath the shower. One of them was going to have to make a laundry-trip. He wasn't sure what was smarter.
It didn't matter.
He glanced down as the hot water ran down his front.
Landon still wanted it all. He waited for Bell to vacate the bathroom and leaned against the moist tiles. All he had to do was close his eyes and recall them three going at it to get the job done quickly. It was unsatisfying, in more than one way. Too short to really offer a distraction or tire him out, for one. Landon let himself slide down the tiles to sit at the bottom of the shower-stall, the water beating down his back. The water going down the drain was hypnotising. It turned from black to red, to ordinary several times over. Landon clenched his right hand tight, until the nails left little crescent shapes on the palm of his hand.
He sat like that until the water turned tepid, then cold. Only then did he reach up and turn off the water.
Landon was still lost in thought when he stepped out, still absent-mindedly rubbing at his wet hair using the towel. It was weird having Cat there. At least Spot could act as if he was a dog -making his presence more low key.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Landon's expletive. "We have to figure something out," he sighed, rubbing his face. First shower was his, huh? "Think she'd buy that boys shower together, too?" he suggested hopefully. Probably not. Even a kid would think there was something strange about that.
They should've waited until Cat fell asleep. The old-fashioned trick. She wouldn't wake up from the sound of a hand-job, for fuck's sake. Too late for that thought now. He'd have to sort this problem on his own.
Cat looked like a scarecrow draped in his clothes, and one where they'd forgotten the straw filling at that. He walked past her and into the bathroom, then sighed out again. Dammit. If it was Daniel, he could imagine that the man would make some excuse to join him, but Landon was too... bland. Just as well, really. Best they set the precedent of them being normal, so she didn't get suspicious right away.
He pulled off his pants for the second time, relief instant as he let out what he'd been forced to compress. The water ran hot as soon as he turned it on, and he wondered if he should cut his shower short, so Landon would still have hot water. It didn't feel nearly as good to put his hand to himself, but it'd feel better than blue-balling.
Speaking of which, didn't want Landon to suffer that, either. He finished quickly, the feeling somehow unsatisfying after being teased with more, and washed down, moving fast, then stepped out and dried off. He felt as though he'd still taken longer than Cat; the girl was apparently a champion speed-showerer, the little shit.
He moved to the door and poked his head out. "Your turn," he called to Landon, then closed the door to get dressed. They could at least have a moment to themselves in the bathroom, long enough to share a kiss. It wasn't enough, but it was all they had right now. Damn that Cat. They had to think of something, because this wasn't going to work. For one thing, he wasn't sure Daniel, caught in the same situation, would bother stopping, and he'd rather not embarrass himself or subject Cat to that.
More kisses followed, successfully drowning out any thought, aided by Bell's reciprocated hand-hold. Teeth nibbled at his earlobes, the heated breath of Bellwether tickling the skin of his neck. Landon shivered at the sensation, pressing them together, even while Bell searched his coat. There wouldn't be time for that.
"I don't think we-"
Bell froze. Landon's eyes met Bell's, caught, and unsure on what to do.
Apparently Bellwether had more experience with this sort of thing, because the man jumped up and covered himself up just in time to face Cat's inquisitive gaze. Landon made due with a pillow and a handful of blankets, hoping he'd been out of Cat's line of sight.
Underneath the blankets, he got his clothes sorted to a reasonable level in time for when Bell moved away. She seemed to be more distracted by Bellwether's state of undress anyway and Bell made sure her attention remained focussed by tossing some of his clothes at her.
'Be right out' sounded like a death-sentence.
Landon sighed out and flopped back on the mattress awkwardly. There was no pillow there now.
"Fuck me," he muttered, heart still racing.
He wished. Landon got up and wormed back into his shirt, wrestling himself back into his jeans. "You take the first shower," he offered demurely. It'd be a lonely shower, for the first time in what felt like a century. No one to wash him up -whose bright idea was this again?
Either they needed to get separate rooms, or they needed to educate Cat on privacy and the rules.
Spot on the other hand seemed rather satisfied with the new arrangement. Landon shot the mutt a glare, at which the dog merely cocked its head in an attempt at being cute.
"There'll be none for you either, you realize that, right?" Landon told Spot off.
Cat chose that moment to exit the bathroom, utterly drowning in Bell's shirt. It was just as well they hadn't donated one of his shirts either. She'd be an even more pathetic sight than she already made.
They needed room-service to sort out the dirty clothes. Or a laundromat. Actually, the latter would be better: less animosity from staff.
She looked younger still. And scrawny.
"Alone enough," he replied with a smirk. Landon clearly had no inhibitions about being not- quite-alone, as he pushed off Bell's shirt and jacket. Bell pulled them the rest of the way off and pushed up Landon's shirt, rewarding himself with a kiss. For a few long moments, they clung silently to one another, making out. His pants grew tight, and he pushed his hips into Landon's, making sure the other man knew he wanted something more than just kisses. They didn't have long. They had to keep moving.
Landon undid his pants and slid a hand inside, making Bell shudder from the warmth of his touch. He reached down and undid Landon's in return, using his hand to help the man along. Not that Landon needed much help. Seemed as though both of their bodies understood the situation. He bent down and kissed Landon again, pushing into his hand. Felt nice and warm, still all heated from having been outside. Teeth found Landon's earlobes, and he nibbled gently and nuzzled his neck. "Love you," he mumbled into Landon's ear.
One hand scrabbled through his coat, not far from them on the bed, looking for the jelly. His fingers closed around it, and he pulled the jar out and set it on the bed beside them. "Top or bottom?" he asked Landon, breathless with desire. He didn't care, as long as he could feel Landon right there beside him.
The water shut off, suddenly and unexpectedly. Bell froze, going wide-eyed, then jerked his pants up and jumped away from Landon, standing between Landon and the shower, hands casually cupped over his shorts. The door creaked open barely a second later, and a wet-haired Cat poked her head out. "I'm done," she announced. "Uh, there any...clean clothes?" Her eyes drifted over Bell, and her brow wrinkled. "Why'd you take your shirt off?"
"Getting ready for the shower," Bell lied quickly, silently cursing Cat's name. Maybe they should find out if she was a goat, after all. He turned and peeled a shirt out of his discarded layers and tossed it at her, then tossed a pair of shorts at her as well, from one of the cleaner layers. Dammit. He'd wanted Landon so bad. Still did. Why did Cat have to be so quick in the shower? "Here, clothes."
"Be right out," she promised, stepping back into the bathroom.
Bell felt like shouting "take your time" after her, but refrained. "Dammit," he muttered, half to himself.
"No. No, I guess not," Landon muttered. Even if Cat was a goat, finding out would be a hassle or two. Aside from that she didn't seem to have any ill intentions that weren't focussed on survival, displaying a self-serving nature until the panic would die down. The panic that had died down in Bell. 'Soft', as Bellwether called it, was a step up from being in constant fear of how to survive the next day in Landon's books.
"True," he mumbled, distracted by Bell's hands and the places they roamed. He still remembered what'd happened back at his old house vividly. Remembered his doppelgänger as it was tended to by Lily, remembered the meekness of the goatling as he let out all the pent-up rage and confusion on it. In hindsight, it hadn't seemed that much of a threat. It probably hadn't had to die.
A sacrifice for an ally.
Landon had to believe they had more autonomy than that though. That Bellwether-goat hadn't orchestrated their meeting to that great an extent. A calculated loss sounded better than a sacrificial lamb.
Bell pushed him back and Landon started back to the here and now when his legs hit the bed and he was pushed down. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips when Bell straddled him. Hands went out to the man's body, pushing the excess cloth out of the way with a neediness that betrayed Landon's desire. Would there be time to go all the way?
But they could still have some fun.
"Well...alone..." Landon smirked.
They weren't alone. Spot was curled up in a corner and huffed despondently. The patter of falling water was a constant reminder that there was a fourth person present. The prospect of getting caught excited him, but he didn't want to hurt Bell because they wanted it so badly, so fast. Instead, Landon pulled Bell close, demanding more kisses. For just a few minutes he wanted to forget all about any other urges he might suffer.
Rather than try and force something by giving in to impatience, Landon let his instincts guide him. When he finally stripped Bell down to reveal skin only, he lavished himself on the warmth of Bell's skin. Quick fingers released Bell from his constricting position and toyed with the man's pride.
He shrugged, a bit of a grin playing at his lips. "Worked, didn't it?" he said. And it was the truth, too. He wouldn't be sleeping with Landon if he went a man, after all.
Fresh clothes. "Yeah," he sighed, watching Landon's approach. It was strange, how much he'd missed being close, even though it was hardly unusual to not touch all day while they were in public. Something about how they suddenly couldn't touch at all made it different. "She can borrow some of ours, for now." Better than putting her back in her own: the grime wouldn't be reduced at all, much less the stench.
A hand landed on his chest. He reached out and pulled Landon in by the hips. The steady done of the shower assured them both of their momentary safety, momentary peace. They kissed, Landon running up his shirt, curling a hand in his hair. He watched Landon's eyes when they parted, foreheads still pressed together, close enough to feel Landon's chest rise and fall as he breathed. His hands slid down to cup Landon's ass, just to feel him. If they were going to do this, they'd have to move fast.
Momma goat was Cat? "Could be," he said. It was a possibility, among many possibilities. If she was, she hadn't reacted to them--or had done it out of sight. But it wasn't as though all goats reacted, he supposed. "Nothing we can do about it, though." If they were recruiting an army, they'd lose a potential ally to attack Cat, regardless of goatly persuasion.
Then he shrugged. "Could also be ordinary trauma," he suggested. Watching one's own mother die couldn't be a pleasant experience. Though the way things went for them, she was probably momma goat.
He leaned in and kissed Landon again, more interested in the man right in front of him than Cat's goat-status. Hopefully Cat would take her time and enjoy the shower, give them a few minutes of peace. He moved Landon towards the bed, making his intentions clear. "She should be a while," he suggested, pushing Landon down and climbing after him to straddle over him. "And we're all alone in this hotel room..." He leaned in and kissed Landon again, watching his eyes when they parted for the go-ahead.
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