Lars eyed the entrance to the club distressfully but even so it took les than a second for him to gain the courage to walk in showing his brand new ID for the first time he enters the rather brightly lit room his tired feet taking his body to the bar and gingerly sitting down ignoring, or at least trying to, the pitying and disgusted looks he gets from other customers of the club. “Vodka.” He orders trying not to sound hesitant as he tugs at his ankle length black trench coat and slips his gloves from his cold hands. He doesn’t loosen the coat even though there are others dancing around on the floor completely naked on their top half instead he feels cold a cold he hopes the Vodka can remedy when it comes. Oh it was already sitting in front of him and once more absentmindedly he picked up the shot glass and downed it only to sputter half the condense back up. “Shit.” He mumbled looking at the wasted alcohol before ordering another shot. He rubs his cool pale sunken cheeks with his hands trying to warm his face as his tired black rimmed eyes finally decide to take in the scenery.
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A bucket list of Sex (deathesub x Church)
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Maverick sat near the end of the bar, never having been into the club before he didn't think it could hurt his chance at getting someone to join him for a few drinks, giving him at least someone to talk to. The man looked as if he were almost fifty, actually being only into his early thirties. He looked to the side, a shock of red hair and dull green eyes looking at the person who belonged to the younger sounding voice. He automatically began to look away before he saw that he was sickly looking like himself, knowing he couldn't possibly have what he had at his young age. He smirked a little when he choked on the vodka "helps if you take it a little lighter, put it in a sprite first, then you can graduate to the hard stuff" he advised him, buying him another shot from the bartender. He set it in the young man and looked down into his whiskey, a small smile passing over his tired face. He knew he probably seemed like a pedophile but knowing his future it didn't make too much of a difference to him. "Should you really be here?" he asked, sounding more paternal, wondering why someone as young and handsome as him was in a place like this. Sure the younger man looked tired and beat up but anyone could see his gentle features and innocence.
“Fuck taking it lighter.” He mumbled as he grabbed the next shot it wasn’t as if it mattered if he spat this one out to money wasn’t a problem after all. He downed it managing to swallow this time as he turned to the older man. “I’m 18 to the day sure I should be in here.” He mumbled as he grabbed the offered shot. “You sure you should be in here ol..” He trailed of as he got in a good look recognising the signs of aging before his time and realising that this guy wasn’t so old after all. “Sorry that was rude. I’m Lars and you are?” He put his hand out for the other to shake brushing over his forehead with the other hand and dislodging the beanie which was his one attempt to hide. As it fell into his lap it revealed that he was completely bald. He snatched it up before it could fall of his lap and jammed it back on his head.
He looked at him questioningly, he didn't act like any other 18 year olds he knew, but then again he didn't know of any at all. His eyes narrowed a little when he was being called old, the insult hitting a certain spot within him that made him want to slap the nose off of his face. "Maverick" he said coldly, still upset about the comment. "HIV/AIDS" he added, just to get that out of the way if it wasn't obvious enough. "Just cause you can't find a good haircut doesn't mean you need to shave it all off" he joked lightly, hoping he didn't take personal offense to the comment. He moved slowly, looking into his eyes as he took to beanie back off of his head, touching his smooth skin gently, as if he had never seen something as wonderful and mysterious before. He suddenly shook his head and put the hat back onto the boy's head, shaking his own head "sorry" he apologized softly. He stood up and began to walk out, figuring that that was probably what the other wanted so that he could find someone else that looked younger to talk to.
“I I’m sorry.” He mumbled blushing darkly with shame as he stared at the shot glass, Only for the others words to touch a nerve. “That’s not funny.” He snapped well aware that most people could easily tell it that his baldness wasn’t from shaving. However he didn’t move to brush aside the others hand surprise entering is eyes at the gentle and curios touch. He was still staring into space lost in thought from the touch when he realised the other was walking away. “No wait it’s alright I you weren’t trying to be mean. It’s alright common sit back down at least give me some company while I drink to make up for it.” Lars however didn’t want to talk with other young people they never understood him or why he behaved as he did changed by the fate that loomed over him. “I’ve got a sentence over me to.” He mumbled looking back at the shot glass once more.
Mav turned around and watched him closely, he didn't want to offend him so he was glad that Lars had asked him to stay with him. He sat back down on the edge of his seat, leaning forward towards the younger man "what are you doing in here Lars? Just because you've got cancer doesn't mean you have to throw your life away" he told him gently, touching the side of his face lightly, his thumb brushing over one of the deep circles under his eyes. Over the boys head he could see a few more patrons of the bar, snickering and pointing towards them, probably making stupid comments about how thay were just so perfect together, both of them having a disease that would kill them soon. He turned and downed another drink, wincing as it burned on the way down, looking at Lars with a small smile, it was just like someone with young age to drink and not give a shit about the consequences, but he figured that Lars at least had a reason not to care.
"I made a promise I'd go out with a bang." He mumbled for the first time truly seeming young, as his pale cheeks blushed a deep red, his eyes wide and innocent and so very sincerely eager. He ducked his head as the hand was withdrawn the blush seeming to be swallowed up and followed by the sickly paleness returning to his skin. Even so the with the corner of his eye he kept track of the hand which had so gently brushed against his skin. “I’ve got a year left an extra 6 months if I want to put up with agony so bad I’d rather well you get it. I’m planning on having as much fun as I can in that time.”
Maverick smiled widely, the look lessening the sickly look in his skin and making him look years younger. "I've got two years if I do all the precautionary shit, so I figure about a year" he told him, an idea coming to his head. He noticed that the longer he stayed around this boy the younger he felt,which meant he was going to do about whatever he could to keep him around.
"Would you let me take you out one night?" He questioned softly, looking him over "just dinner and maybe a movie, i'll pay" he offered, smiling gently. Mav smiled and leaned forward "what do you say?" He put some more money on the bar and got them both another round of drinks. "Come on let's dance" he said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor.
"Would you let me take you out one night?" He questioned softly, looking him over "just dinner and maybe a movie, i'll pay" he offered, smiling gently. Mav smiled and leaned forward "what do you say?" He put some more money on the bar and got them both another round of drinks. "Come on let's dance" he said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor.
“I well I’d like that.” Lars murmured maybe he wasn’t like other gay men of his age but to him the companion ship and understanding that he could get from someone who understood to some extent what he was going through was far more important than looks. That and the fact that he hadn’t gone out somewhere with someone in ears since when he had first found out he was sick he had rather forcefully and cruelly pushed everyone away. “No wait I um I can’t dance.” He blushed and once more the healthy looking glow returned showing what he could have looked like if he hadn’t been so ill.
"Good, I like good food with good company." He downed his drink and shrugged his jacket off, still pulling him gently towards the center of the room. "Neither can I" he admitted when the other said he couldn't dance, holding onto his hand the entire time. After only a few minutes he moved back off, breathing heavily. He took another drink, groaning softly "I could deal with the disease if I didn't get so tired" he said, putting his coat back on. "Come on, let's go. I'll drive you home, I'm sure your parents are wondering what you're at. Plus, you need to get your rest cause I'm planning on taking you out tomorrow" he said, not wanting to go but seeing that the time was close to two in the morning he needed a lot more sleep to be able to function the next day.
"Theres no rush I dont have anyone to go back to My dad left when he found out I had cancer and couldnt be the son and heir he wanted and mum well she shes gone breast cancer. Sometimes im glad at least she wont have to morn my detah and I'll get to see her soon enough." He smilled sadly but still led the other man out. "Its a good thing I left my bike at home then I was expecting to drink a bit more." He gae by way of explanaition that and an almost brand new motorbike would have gotten stolen in under ten minutes in this area. "My flat isnt that far away and ive got a spare bed if you want to crash."