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The boy's just no good. {missedstations x HKitten}

René wrapped his arms obligingly around Nathan, and nipped his ear lightly, just because it was in reach of his mouth. There was far, far worse than Nathan. And experience did in general tell him that people improved on repeat performances. This one wasn’t great, but it was highly unlikely that the next time would be worse. And Nathan was rather cute to react like that.

How odd that it fell to him to be reassuring. He couldn’t help but laugh at the apology – seeing the situation as more funny than embarrassing. “People improve with practice,” he told Nathan lightly. There would be practice right? That is, unless Nathan was so embarrassed that he would kick René out and pretend the thing never happened. It was amazing how good humans were at pretending things never happened. It was also quite amazing that there were people who didn’t go pick up prostitutes whenever they felt sexually frustrated. He always forget about that section of the population.

“Could you, uh, get off my ribs?” he asked, running his fingers through Nathan’s sweat soaked hair. Aaaand back to more practical matters. Nathan’s weight was pressing down on some of the bruises. He didn’t seem to have much inclination to get off the bed though, let alone get dressed and run off.
 
Hearing his boyfriend assure him that theyâ??d do better next time, his flush deepened at the thought that the other male was the one reassuring him, rather than the other way around. Upon hearing that he was crushing something, Nathan scrambled a bit to get up onto his knees. Kneeling between the other maleâ??s legs, he gently pulled out and hoped that he wasnâ??t causing discomfort, before pulling the condom off and tying it. The waste basket was just a foot away, but somehow, he managed to miss it and the sticky condom landed in a bin of recyclable papers.

â??â?¦Iâ??ll get that later.â?? he mentally told himself, before glancing down at René to inspect if he had left any painful marks. There were still bruises and scrapes all over, but for the most part, he didnâ??t think he had injured the other male in any way other than a sore ass. That was, of course, expected from what they had just done.

â??Umâ?¦â? and so, the awkward part he had never truly liked after an encounter. But this time, he was almost 40% sure that neither of them were going to jump out of bed and run away like the plague was after them. But what to do after sex? They were still technically on their date, and he wasnâ??t sure he could bounce right back into another round of fun and shuffles. â??Soâ?¦ if youâ??re up for it, maybe after a warm shower, we couldâ?¦ watch a movie? Or take a short walk?â? luckily, in the neighborhood he lived in, a short walk around the block or at the small park nearby, was still safe. In other areas? Theyâ??d be lucky if they were gutted, among other dangers. Still, it was a bit awkward asking something like that right after.

The blonde shifted from knee to knee, hands resting on Renéâ??s thighs. Even to himself he sounded desperate, trying to get them to do something more with one another, so the brunette didnâ??t just thank him for (at best) a quickie, and then leave.
 
Uncomfortable with the inspection, René shifted a little. He didnâ??t like being considered in that way â?? being checked over for additional damage. It felt a little demeaning, if he had the right to make a scale for such things. He wasnâ??t a delicate flower, a bruise here or there didnâ??t matter, did it?

â??You give me a fuck Iâ??m going to remember for a couple of days, and you ask me if I want to take a walk?â? He had to laugh. The urge was to pull Nathan back on top of him â?? he hadnâ??t really wanted his lover to sit up, just to move slightly, but you really couldnâ??t have everything. â??For now, shower sounds good though.â? There was the question of how much water Nathan wanted to waste too. Probably not too much, it was expensive after all. Sure, London did have the Thames running through the middle of it, but purifying the water made up the cost.

It was a little ridiculous though â?? now that Nathan had fucked him, that it was done, he was strangely comfortable, more so that he had been at the beginning of the evening. By the act, he had made them consummate the relationship, and in a way, stated its limits. Nathan hadnâ??t decreed the whole thing worthless and thrown him out! It wasnâ??t as if René had thought he would, it just reassured him.

René sat up too massaging the crick in his neck that he had somehow given himself. (Was is the arching of his spine so suddenly when Nathan had touched his cock? Oh, yes it was.) He crossed his legs and pulled Nathan close again, completely indifferent to the fact that they did need a shower â?? he was in no hurry. He wasnâ??t going to ask what was wrong: that was just to invite misfortune, so instead he kissed Nathan very lightly on the cheek. See? He could be sweet!
 
â??Well, it sounded like a good idea.â? he grinned, not noticing the little details that made René irked. He wasnâ??t a mind reader, but at the same time, he might not be ready to handle more than they had. Which was a lot to take in, Nathan had to admit to himself. Not that it was a bad thing, but to go from strangers to loversâ?¦ it made his heart race in both a wonderful and frightful way. Not an everyday occurrence, that was for sure.

When he was pulled closer to be given a kiss, he smiled happily and curled them back onto the bed. Surely they needed a shower, but for now, he was content with a bit of cuddling. The brunette wasnâ??t exactly a cuddler, but he did enjoy physical contact, so he supposed that after sex was the best time. â??Mmâ?¦ would you like to bathe by yourself or together?â? he asked, nuzzling their noses together.

His arms wrapped around Renéâ??s and curled them together, enjoying the warmth. Perhaps a movie instead of a walk was a good idea. The clock clicked a few times, indicating that it was already nine oâ??clock at night. It made him realize that he needed to get some sleep soon, as he had a meeting at four in the morning. But as he stared at René, he decided that he would endure a bit of lack of sleep for a bit more time. â??You make me not want to go to work.â? he teased, waiting until they were both ready to go shower or when the brunette was ready; heâ??d go second and take the slightly cooler water, as he was fine with that.
 
René did like to coil up with a lover afterwards, it was true. Physical contact was comforting, as was Nathan's breath tickling his face. So close. It was a while since he had lain next to someone like that. Last was the... It was better not to think about that, actually, but just to enjoy this. It could turn out well this time, perhaps.

â??It's up to you,â? he replied, and because he couldn't resist, placed a light kiss on Nathan's lips. He really didn't mind either way. Sometimes people needed a little privacy after such an intimate act, to take stock or collect themselves a little, to ponder whether it was really the right choice. René would rather wait to do that, but he didn't know about Nathan. He put an arm around Nathan's waist, caressing his lover's back.

â??When do you have to be at work?â? How strange: he actually wanted to know these things about someone. Of course Nathan would go to work â?? jobs were too rare a commodity to do anything to jeopardise them â?? but René appreciated the words, at least.
 
Nathan pressed a kiss to his loverâ??s lips, before rolling his shoulders in a shrug. â??They probably want me thereâ?¦ er, in the early morning? I work as an advisor basically, so I donâ??t really have set times.â? he informed, unusually free about information on his personal/work life. René was agreeing to be his lover thoughâ??hopefully he didnâ??t get this wrong, as boyfriends and lovers were most often coupled togetherâ??and he assumed that sharing private matters was a given must.

Not that he asked for anything in return, as he realized soon after their small conversation that René wasnâ??t so open with information overall. As long as the other male wasnâ??t some serial killer though, then he was perfectly fine with whatever came their way. â??Letâ??s shower together. â??Wanna wash your back.â? the blonde tempted, slowly leading them towards the bathroom. The room was small, smaller than standard bathrooms at least, and the showering stall was obviously going to be a slight squeeze.

It wasnâ??t often that two adult males bathed together, after all. Opening showering stallâ??s door, he stepped in and made sure to stand in a way that gave ample room for René to stand. The nozzle was positioned directly above them, soon to start showering them with a gentle, warm spray of water that he had the system set on, as soon as the door was closed. Pure water was hard to come by, expensive even, for luxury purposes. However, it was something that he had a slice of his paycheck invested into.

Beckoning the brunette with one hand, he used the other to grabs the shampoo bottle. So what if he used fruity scented shampoo?
 
René nuzzled Nathan's neck. â??I suppose I should let you go to bed at a decent time, then. Can't keep you up all night then...â? That was the real reason he had wanted to know. He didn't want to make Nathan miss work or something like that: it really wouldn't be a good start to a relationship to ruin someone's career.

That offer was very tempting indeed, and he grinned as he followed Nathan. That bathroom was bigger than his own: René's definitely only fitted one person. Then again, the only luxury René's place had was the locks on the door, and the fact that he got to live alone. â??Very nice,â? he muttered, joining Nathan in the stall. Skin to skin, almost as intimate as the sex was.

The feel of the water was wonderful. Warm and clean, and he really couldn't help grinning with enjoyment. Immediately less sticky and clean! He pushed his hair away from his face, and then kissed Nathan again, lightly, carefully. This was so comfortable â?? René would have liked to be able to do this more often. Maybe he didn't love Nathan yet, but he could easily see himself spending a lot more time with this man. He would like to fall in love.

â??Nice shampoo,â? he said, amused, sniffing. â??Is that strawberry...?â?
 
An amused chuckle bubbled out of him, before the blonde shrugged his shoulders a bit helplessly. Caught, as it was, with being the other end of the amusement, but it didnâ??t seem too bad with René. â??Strawberry and pears actually. I believe itâ??s called Pearberry.â? he grinned, rubbing the shampoo into the brunetteâ??s hair. Suds quickly built up, coating his fingers and the lather of hair, as he tried to keep the suds away from Renéâ??s face and eyes.

For a bit, he felt into silence, not finding any witty words to speak to the other male. Nathan had to admit, that while he was a cuddling person after sex, he hadnâ??t quite found himself a talkative person for pillow-talk. Then again, he wasnâ??t a chatty person overall, so it was even less after that. Little conversations seemed to just flutter through daily life, but for him in his work, it was the only thing there was.

With René, as he nipped at the other maleâ??s nose and gently asked him to tilt his head back to wash the soap out, Nathan found that he felt comfortable in their silence or chatting states. Love wasnâ??t the first thing in his mind, but it wasnâ??t thrown out of his acceptance either. Right now, it was all about slowly working the relationship and going through dates together. Briefly, as he decided to randomly educate René on the fun facts of the soap gel he was using on the brunette, he wondered if René would leave London with him if the time ever came.

Nathan was mainly stationed in London to work, but there had been whispers of rumors that the company wanted to have him travel what was left of the known world. Collect data and statistics, report back with things that would benefit the company, so that theyâ??d have an â??insiderâ??s perspectiveâ?. He couldnâ??t maintain a relationship with René if it was true and heâ??d be sent out for months to perhaps even a year or more away.
 
He had never done this before. Never. Showers with other people had always been about satisfying someone else's kink. This kind of intimacy was entirely unfamiliar to him, and that he was here with Nathan, who he barely knew... He wanted to spend more time with Nathan, more time like this. Going back to his real life would be hard.

Nathan's hands in his hair â?? that was comfortable, and it was a rare thing that he could say about someone. Most often, he only felt at peace alone, and to think a person existed who he could spend time with...? It was unexpected. A chance meeting could lead to this? René's was a lonely life, because touch did not necessarily mean connection, and conversation did not always end in communication. That Nathan had wanted to have sex with him made him the same as all the others who had paid for it. It was few that asked for more than that.

He tried to return the favour, massaging the shampoo into Nathan's hair as well as he could. (Such a significant difference in the quantity required. Maybe René should get a haircut? Hm. A thing to ponder.)

â??What are you thinking about?â? he asked, feeling rather mellow and simply enjoying the warmth and Nathan's hands, feeling for once that he did not need to please, that he could simply relax.
 
The blonde shivered at the contact of being washed, little Goosebumps seemed to ripple through his scalp and frame in one wave. Truth be told, Nathan had only bathed a few times with another person, and that was when he was much younger and still able to fit in a bathtub with his siblings. â??Hm? Wellâ?¦ nothing really. Just about work.â? he replied, not sure if he should answer René with the truth or not.

Not that he wanted to start their relationship off with lies or anything, but not everything had to be out in the open, right? Still, it was an important thing, because it would be indicating to the brunette whether or not their time is being wasted. â??Iâ??m to go on an expedition around the Earth and wherever they need me to go, to collect data on various things. For medical and technological purposes for the companyâ?¦â? Nathan allowed his tone to trail away, as he rubbed the soap around Renéâ??s body and thumbed the soft nipples playfully.

Blue-green eyes glanced once at the brunetteâ??s eyes, before darting downwards again. It was as if his physical affection was unconscious though, like his own body was trying to do things to get closer to his lover and feel their connectionâ??if there was anything at all. He didnâ??t speak for a moment though, wanting to see how René would soak that up, and if he understood the implications of what that could mean. It was too much to ask for someone he just met and hooked up with, to drop things and go on some wild hunt for knowledge, so he left it open ended to see if that was even an option to mention.
 
René almost winced. So here was someone being honest, while he wouldn't even know where to start. You need to know something. I let people fuck me for money, sorry. I owe my pimp two hundred pounds a week, and that's why I'm always broke? He couldn't just say that, not here. Maybe later? He was just going to keep thinking like that. He laughed when Nathan touched his nipples, though, dispelling the ugly thoughts almost instantly. But what Nathan said needed some reply.

“You're not going away tomorrow, are you,” René said quietly, barely above the hiss of the water. It was definitely a statement, not a question. So it was another relationship with an indefinite but certain end date. But wasn't every relationship like that? He could accept that. “Just, when you go, tell me when you're going?”

They could still enjoy whatever time there was, there was no need to give it up something nice just because of the possibility of future pain. Life was about stealing as many pleasant moments as possible, right? All René wanted was that it didn't come to a sudden and unexpected end, because the days of uncertainty were the worst ones. Waiting, for a message, for anything, losing hope as the days pass, finally accepting someone was gone forever from his life.

It did not occur to him at all that Nathan might potentially want to ask him along.
 
Not exactly what he wanted to hear from René, but then again, what could he expect when he basically just told the brunette that there was a set possibility that he was going to go away from London. Nathan was known to be rather bright when it came to his job, but outside of it, he was rather dimwitted. The thought of taking René along was still shoved in the backburner, but as he continued to enjoy the warm shower with his lover, he couldnâ??t let it go.

The idea continued to linger in his mind over and over, dancing like little stick figures trying to convey a message to him. â??You knowâ?¦ I meanâ?¦â? and not like he wanted anything bad to happen to his newfound lover, butâ?¦ â??If you ever decide to leave your job,â? and itâ??s not like he wished René would get fired from whatever he did. â??You couldâ?¦ come with me.â? because that didnâ??t sound desperate.

Almost as quickly, he nearly back peddled so he didnâ??t sound like some creep. â??Not thatâ??well, itâ??s just an option. My company mentioned that I could bring a person with me since itâ??s such a long trip, but I didnâ??t think to pick up on it, since you know, I donâ??t have anyone to bring reallyâ??not that I donâ??t have family, but theyâ??re not in London, and I wouldnâ??t bring them.â? that sounded badâ?¦ â??And I mean, not that youâ??re my backup plan or anything! Because youâ??re not, but I thought itâ??d be nice to offer, and because weâ??re,â? dating, fucking, pressed oh-so-close in this little box of a showering stall. â??Togetherâ?¦â? he ended, realizing that he was rambling and bit down on his bottom lip to shut himself up.
 
The immediate inclination was to say yes, of course, I'd love to leave this city, for once at least but that would be a stupid thing to do. It would be wonderful to leave, but he hardly knew Nathan, and it wasn't clever to go too far with a stranger. Sure, Nathan had been nice, but every human being had the capacity for violence. That he didn't trust Nathan that far yet was nothing against the man, just a sensible precaution: don't get into positions where you can't run. It was why he always ran a mile as soon as anyone asked for anything bondage. It was also why he almost never went to a john's home. But Nathan was not a client.

If you ever decide to leave your job. He wished he had that he could really make that decision. He liked London, he liked some of the people that he knew, but the only way to get out of his job would be to leave the city, to disappear entirely. The desire to leave was, however, tempered by wariness: if he ever left with Nathan, he would have to rely on Nathan.

“I get what you mean,” René said, bending his head and kissing Nathan's shoulder. “We see how it goes, right?” He was going for pragmatism for now. It would be nice if things worked out for once, not just for the possibility of a ticket out.

“Let's get dried off and watch a movie.” A nice relaxing evening, and then maybe sleep. He would rather like to sleep next to someone tonight, maybe to be held.
 
Nathan wasnâ??t sure why, but his heart was racing. The blood thumped under his veins, reminding him that he needed to breathe evenly and that he was not going to pass out in the showering stall with his lover. The kiss to his shoulder made him take a deep breath. â??Yeahâ?¦ weâ??ll see.â? because that was the best course of action. Wrapping his arms around the brunetteâ??s waist, he pulled them close to enjoy another minute or so of warm water, before reaching over and tapping the side. Hot water cooled to warm, before turning off.

Opening the door, he slipped out first to grab the towels on the side, neatly folded in their little pile. There were three bundled on top of one another, each white and fluffy like some hotel service. Grabbing the first one, he unwrapped it and moved to catch René like the other male was going to run from him. The towel wrapped around his lover as his arms did, securing him and drying him at the same time. â??Mmâ?¦ what movie do you want to see? Iâ??m not sure whatâ??s usually onâ?¦â?

One moment, twoâ?¦ and by the third, he released the brunette so it didnâ??t seem like he was clingy. The blonde grabbed his own towel to dry off, before padding back into the bedroom without care that he was still dangly in the breeze. A slight shift of temperature caused him to shiver once, but his body quickly adjusted, as he moved to a drawer to fish out a pair of boxers. â??Would you like me to wash your boxers or would you mind borrowing a pair of mine? Theyâ??re clean, I promise.â? he chuckled, pulling one on. He hoped the other male didnâ??t mind, as he usually slept with boxers only. That is, if René truly planned to spend the night, or if Nathan had scared him away with the whole â??come away with meâ?? bit.
 
To step out of a shower and to be immediately wrapped in a towel made him feel rather well cared for. He couldn't help grinning at it. â??Channel six shows those old action films from the last century all night.â? It was arguably his favourite channel, especially when he was feeling too shit to go out, or when he knew business would be no good. (You wouldn't believe how much effect the rain had on the availability of punters. Ridiculous.) â??I don't really mind.â? Just want to spend some more time with you.

When Nathan let him go, René finished drying himself off then went back to his head to try and get his hair as dry as possible. He rarely bothered with a hairdryer, that just made the electricity bill a little bigger, so he just massaged his hair with the dryest part of the towel. He glanced at the steamed up mirror and just couldn't resist drawing a little smiley face on it. A good day. Nathan's voice made him jump.

René went to join his lover in the bedroom, running his fingers through his hair to get rid of the worst of the knots and to get it into some semblance of order. â??Er, sure?â? He didn't mind borrowing. â??D'you know what I did with my hair band?â? He'd just dropped it, and he couldn't quite see where. Nathan would no doubt end up finding it days later.
 
After handing over one of his clean and newer boxers, he slipped his own on and smoothed it over his hips unconsciously. Nathan decided to forgo the socks, because there was no real reason to look like a complete geek if he could avoid it. â??Your hair bandâ?¦? I think you threw it over hereâ?¦â? he uttered, kneeling down to the left of the bed and began to search for it. Strangely, the thing seemed to just have up and disappeared, as he couldnâ??t find it anywhere. The blonde was usually so clean about things, but his bedroom wasnâ??t one of those places for a strange reason he didnâ??t even know.

Standing up, he shrugged and smiled apologetically. â??Sorry, seems like we lost it.â? he gave René a kiss as if that would earn his forgiveness, before heading into the living room to set up the Rover to channel six. True to word, old action films fluttered onto the projection and began to play such old movies that he could easily spot out small bits and pieces of crappy animation. During that time, it had probably been the best of the best, but over the years, it was no wonder that things were different.

Plenty of things were different though, as there werenâ??t fabricated monsters any longer, but real ones that roamed the surface of the Earth. Experiments gone wrong, mutations due to climate changesâ?¦ so many things had changed that the one flourishing surface was no longer as grand and majestic.

The blonde shook his head at the though, before moving to grab some more water bottles for them and curled up on the couch to wait for his lover to join him. A little snack of carrots seemed appropriate, as after any good exercise, one must be a bit hungry, no? â??We should try to do this at your place next time. Iâ??m sure your bed has to be better than mine to cuddle on.â? he teased, knowing that his bed was probably uncomfortable. The thing was old and while unused most of the time by himself, it was well pounded into from the previous ownersâ??his siblings.
 
He put on the boxers while Nathan was looking. How weird, someone else's underwear. But rather nice as well, that he could borrow someone's clothes. As for the hairband, nevermind. Ah well. It was just a hairband. It would be a little annoying to have his hair all over the place, but it wasn't a problem. He shrugged lightly to the fact that it was lost and went to hang up the towel in the bathroom, to leave it to dry out. A little economy: not washing towels quite so often.

René had always been fond of watching the movies which had been trying to predict the future, the ones from almost a century ago. It was so strange, how differently people had seen things. They had expected space travel to different planets and colonies on Mars by now. Solutions to world poverty. Nuclear holocausts. Hah! He wished. It was funny how made-up futures never turned out right, but it was still good old fashioned escapism.

He picked up a blanket from a bedroom before joining Nathan on the sofa, throwing it over both of them and curling up against Nathan's side. â??My bed is very well broken in,â? he told Nathan with a laugh. Just like me. Oh well. â??It's ever so nice and soft. If you go there, you'll never want to leave...â? he teased straight back, before picking up a bottle of water and taking a long drink. Thirsty work, sexings. On a more important note, he found that he wouldn't mind at all if Nathan came to visit his flat, saw where he lived. Sure, it was a nasty part of town, but you could have a decent life there. René had made his little corner as comfortable as he could, and he rather wanted to share it with someone.
 
Once the other male was situated on the couch, he showed no hesitancy in wrapping his arms around René and curling up like they were two little love birds. The movie flickered before them, digitally fixed from their crappy state and into the better audio-visual mastered piece as it was now. Even then, it was still rather crappy, but at least it was as best as an old movie could get. The people on there were long dead though, bones dusted and broken down, but it was amazing how the memories of certain people and actors lived on as long as others were willing to keep them â??aliveâ??.

When the brunette laughed though, he couldnâ??t help the bubbled laughter that found its way out of him as well. â??Well, if Iâ??m with a certain brunette, Iâ??m sure I would never want to leave either.â? he teased, nuzzling his nose against Renéâ??s in a show of affection. Nathan told himself not to get too attached, because they werenâ??t going to last. How, when he was going to go? And if the other male didnâ??t come with him, then that was that. The relationship would end there.

No need for heartache if one could prevent it.

As the movie continued to flutter on by in the background, he brushed his fingers through Renéâ??s longer hair, feeling the wetness and softness, while the scent of fruity shampoo wafted into the air around them. â??Where do you live, if you donâ??t mind me asking? Promise I wonâ??t stalk you.â? the blonde added in as an afterthought, mostly joking, partially curious. He knew they should get some rest soon after the movie or even during the movie, but he still had a lot he wanted to know about René out of curiosity.
 
Each time my heart is broken, it makes me more adventurous. Where had he heard that? A poetry reading on the radio maybe? But it was right. Every time René's heart was broken, he found that he worried a little less about it happening again, that he didn't quite mind that pain again. He could accept it, he could learn to live with not expecting relationships to last. Someone very cynical had told him that relationships ended by death did not mean that the person was faithful, only that it hadn't been long enough for them to leave.

Well letting someone fuck him to letting someone know where he lived, that was miles different levels of trust. But he was going this way, so why not?

â??Street off Turnpike Lane, Tufton Road. Building is number 14, I think?â? How was he meant to be sure, he never got post. The previous resident did still occasionally get junkmail though, and sometimes letters regarding unpaid bills. â??I'm in flat 17. Doorbell doesn't work.â? Neither did the main door of the building, meaning under the stairs was an excellent place for the homeless to spend a night or two.

And that was a little test â?? he hadn't quite realised he would reply so readily, or that he would just close his eyes and relax into Nathan's touch, like a cat starved of affection.
 
The reply came much quicker than he had anticipated, especially if one put into consideration that René was hesitant to tell him what he did as a job just earlier. Perhaps the brunetteâ??s home and job had nothing in common thoughâ??unlike his, where one could tell at least the status of his job by just being in the building. Nathan leaned back in the couch as he brushed his fingers through the dark locks once more, staring half at René and half at the movie to not appear too curious and prying.

â??Tufton Road?â? he asked, vaguely remembering that the area was closer to the â??ghettoâ?? than he would have pegged René living near. â??Isnâ??t that the area where the last tsunami wiped out the eco-infrastructure?â? Nathan didnâ??t want to sound rude about it, but he also wanted to cross reference with René, least he was thinking of the wrong area or the wrong name was given to him.

He clearly did remember the area near that place had suffered that lost, where all wildlife and civilization had been cleared out. The pulling waves were so strong though, it had literally pulled away the little greenery that had been there as well, leaving the area to be barren. Anyone who lived there had to have lived there only out of necessity and bare minimum.

The movie was wrapping up, the final scene just motions to the story really. Nathan was half paying attention to it, but mostly, he was keeping his mind and focus on hisâ?¦ boyfriend. Of course, the thought about spending the night together, curled up in bed, was rather tempting and taking up a portion of his mind as well.
 
René shrugged in response. The lack of trees had not unduly bothered him â?? it wasn't like he took walks around his district. Home was his sanctuary, so it didn't particularly matter where it was located, just that the locks on the door were secure and that it had reasonably secure supply of electricity and running water. Some places didn't even have that. Oh, and that the water was drinkable. That was important too, although René always made sure he both boiled it and ran it through a filter before drinking it. Couldn't be too safe.

â??So what if I live there?â? he replied, sharply, defensively. Not everyone could afford a place like Nathan, and René's earlier reticence on the 'job' subject was suggestive of casual labour with spells of unemployment. That was actually true, so long as no specific job titles were mentioned...

â??You don't have to go there if you don't want to.â? He could understand if someone just wanted to entirely avoid that part of town, but he had to admit that he would be a tiny bit hurt. It was an area that was a no man's land for the police, and the only real 'law' enforcement, if you could call it that, was the local gang. René paid his dues quietly and never disagreed when the gang members asked for 'extras'. It just wasn't worth it. You don't piss off people who know both where you live and where you work if you are intending to have a happy and productive life. And it wasn't as if the gang members treated him badly... Sure, they called him names, made him do tricks for free, but it rather ruined the point of protection fees if they harmed residents who paid them. It wasn't good business.
 
Shocked at the react he got in return, Nathan pulled his head back just a bit to take a good look at René, least he had the wrong reaction to that reply. Nope, it was correct, as he had truly heard and now saw the defensiveness from his boyfriend. â??No, thatâ??s-.â? he quickly tried to remedied, applying a gentle kiss to Renéâ??s forehead as if to apologize. â??I meanâ?¦ I was just shocked that the government allows people to live there.â? he shrugged, trying to take the sting out of his words, but only offering that much, as he didnâ??t know what else to say.

The area was not only a danger zone, it wasnâ??t like there was fresh water running through there to keep it inhabitable either. His curiosity had stemmed from the worry that René was living where there could have been health hazardsâ??not that everywhere wasnâ??t in some wayâ??but the water could be heavily polluted with mercury, chloride, and other chemicals that he didnâ??t want to think about. And most importantly, he didnâ??t know how to tell René that the area he was living in, was being put up into consideration for a tear-down.

G.W.Câ??s new plan to fix up England overall: to tear down the old and rebuild a better and new world. England, because the United Kingdom had been torn apart years ago. Well, not so much as torn apart as it was wiped off the face of the earth by plate tectonics and tsunamis.

The movie finally ended and he found himself gently tugging the brunetteâ??s fingers like some shy school boy. â??Weâ??ll go there for our next date, yeah? Despite my bastardly appeal, Iâ??m excited to feel your lovely bed.â? Nathan teased, contradicting his balm. â??How about we cuddle up on mine for now, though it might not be as soft.â? the blonde offered, standing up and tugging the blanket with him.
 
â??I -â? He stopped trying to reply at the kiss, and then went bright red, looking away from Nathan abruptly. He realised quite suddenly that Nathan had not meant it as a personal criticism. He still heard the disapproval, but since it was not aimed at him... It didn't matter so much. Maybe Nathan had the time to think about the bigger issues, but René's existence was precarious enough to make it not worth his while thinking too far in the future. Plans had a way of falling down mid-flight.

Oh, the government had probably long since given up on trying to control certain parts of the city, and slums tended to creep around the city, slowly, changing the area they occupied ever so slightly, like a disease. In some places it got better, in some worse. There always needed to be a place for the poor and the officially non-existent to live. When it came to it, René would move. He only really owned a couple of boxes of stuff, and was attached to none of it. His income was just not secure enough to imagine that he could have a permanent home, or that his things where his. Never knew when he might need to pawn something.

René was really inclined to follow the blanket, wherever it went... Now that he had spent time curled under it, against Nathan, he was nice and warm, and moving it was just cruel! He stood um with Nathan then attached himself to his lover's back, wrapping his arms tightly around Nathan's ribs, his forehead against the back of Nathan's neck. â??I... haven't liked spending time with someone this much in a long time.â? Don't hurt me, please, not yet, let me enjoy it for a while was what his subconscious was really thinking.
 
It was definitely getting late and rest would be a key essential for them after such a vigorous bout of exercise. At least, for him it was, as he hadnâ??t done that with another person for quite some time. But practice made perfect, didnâ??t it? Either way, he was ready to curl up on the bed with René and fall asleep peacefully. When he felt the brunetteâ??s arms around him, he teasingly wiggled his bottom against the otherâ??s front, before slowly walking towards the bedroom to keep them â??connectedâ??.

â??Mmâ?¦ same for me. We can be each otherâ??s cuddle buddies then, yeah?â? he teased, making it into the bedroom and nearly tumbling them onto the mattress. Before curling up against the brunette, Nathan reached over towards the nightstand and pressed his hand on its surface. After a moment, there was a flash of light underneath the surface and a soft beeping sound. An electronic voice then hovered out with a â??It is now, 11:48 P.M. Alarm set for, 5:15 A.M.â? before the light faded away.

Once the alarm was set, the blonde moved to curl up with René and smiled brightly. The warm and fuzzy feeling that grew in his chest was just too much like an adolescent girlâ??s crush, that he couldnâ??t help but bury his face against the nape of Renéâ??s neck. â??If you want, we can make breakfast together tomorrowâ?¦â? if the brunette even woke up at that time, that is. Closing his eyes, he stayed nearly plastered to the other male, knowing that it might have been invading the personal bubble before bed, but couldnâ??t help himself. If René wanted space, then heâ??s going to have to kick Nathan aside during the night.
 
Ah, the bed was comfy enough. (He hadn't really been observing that while Nathan was fucking him. If the sex had sucked, no doubt he would have noticed.) One learned to appreciate beds. René's orphanage was so low on funding that all he had was an old mattress there. At his foster parents' was the first time that he had his own bed and his own room. Sometimes he wondered why he left there... It hadn't been all bad. A mistake? Perhaps. Too late now.

René was speechless at the alarm. That was probably the time he usually got into bed, not at all the time that he would ever think of getting up. Dear God. And he meant 'God' as in the general exclamation, not an expression of faith. René had no faith in anything except that generally the Earth rotated round the sun once a year, that the sun kept burning, and that nothing was forever.

â??Am I going to be awake tomorrow?â? he sounded a tiny bit offended by the idea that someone would make him get up at that time to make something like breakfast. It was nice to feel Nathan against him. Someone who wanted him. Cuddles were nice, and whores didn't generally do cuddles. He was smiling. Nathan might not have been able to see it, and no doubt René would be unable to fall asleep for a while, but he could enjoy the touch. He reached behind himself and took Nathan's arm to put it over his waist. â??Sleep well,â? he said, very quietly.
 
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