#deadbonedboy

[withagony-blog]

               @deadbonedboy / starter call.

          ❝ you’re so good, ❞ arms rest on the shoulders of his best friend, foreheads pressed together. beau closes his eyes, moving so he can cup jonah’s face and squish is cheeks. ❝ look at you, an angel, and i don’t deserve you. can you drive me home ? ❞

[vodkasweat-blog]

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

          late afternoon light spills into his tiny bedroom; hence why his head’s hidden under the covers. he awoke to the other’s footsteps entering the apartment, trying to ignore it, praying it wasn’t some crazed axe murderer – and if it was, he hoped they’d get the job done quickly. but his boyfriend’s voice fills the room and it’s enough motivation to push the blankets away. ❝ no, ❞ he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. ❝ been awake this whole time, dunno what you’re talkin’ about. ❞ emery stretches, immediately reaching out for jonah. ❝ c’mere, what’re you doin’ ? ❞

            meme. / accepting.

[achedabsence-blog]

grip BUT FROM JONAH

          ❝  WHAT  —  —  ❞  how  quick  words  are  cut  off  when  the  other  grips  his  jaw.  a  muscle  twitches  ,  teeth  clenched  as  he  stares  at  the  other.  hands  are  in  fists  at  his  sides  ,  nails  digging  painfully  into  his  palms. ❝  don’t  be  givin’  me  tha’  fuckin’  LOOK.  it’s  my  fuckin’  job.  ya’know  tha’.  ❞  a  hand  raises  to  push  against  the  other’s  chest  ,  but  jonah’s  always  been  a  tad  bit  stronger  than  him  —  —  and  when  he’s  determined  ,  it  seems  that  much  harder  to  fight  back. ❝  ‘m  not  gonna  hurt  yer  li’l  fuckin’  girlfriend.  she  ain’t  worth  the  GODDAMN  TROUBLE.  ‘least  ,  not  to  no  normal  fuckin’  person.  she  got  you  ‘n  her  daddy  wrapped  ‘round  her  fuckin’  finger  ,  baby  ,  but  not  me.  she  ain’t  shit.  n’  she  sure  as  hell  ain’t  worth  dyin’  for.  ❞

                    ╰    grip   beau’s   dumb   jaw.   ╲   accepting.

[withagony-blog]

007

          suppose you could call what beau brought up a sensitive subject. jonah’s boyfriend has always been the butt of beau’s jokes, especially since they started dating; a risky decision, considering the boy’s the son of his boss. he’s never been full of good ideas, this one. 

          ❝ with how far you’re shoved up his ass, y’might as well change y’home address to it, jonah. ❞ 

          by far not the WORST thing beau’s ever said at emery nicchiniello’s expense, but it set jonah off nonetheless. hell, that much is evident in the fist that comes in contact with his jaw, knocking beau’s head to the side. he tastes blood and sees red; this may not be their first fight, but it doesn’t piss beau off any less. rather than spit the blood directly on the floor, he makes a point to get it on jonah’s shoes, hands colliding with his chest as he shoves the other. ❝ fuck you, mate ! you’re really pullin’ THIS SHIT ? any other day, you’d turn the other cheek and act like i ain’t said shit. now y’wanna be all high ‘n mighty ? ❞ beau doesn’t hit back, not yet, apparently seeing what damage he could do with his words. ❝ that bitch really got a hold on ya, huh ? damn, jonah, never took y’for the type. ❞

               meme. / accepting.

[vodkasweat-blog]

“Is that my shirt?”

          fingers curl into the hem of the over-sized t-shirt, emery’s shoulder resting against the door frame as he stands. an almost shy smile finds its way to his lips, eyes downcast for a moment. ❝ um, yeah. it is. ❞ he looks up, raising a brow as he watches the other. ❝ is that okay ? ‘cause, um, ❞ he crosses the room to jonah, crawling into bed and kissing his cheek. ❝ i can change ? ❞

               meme. / accepting.