[The sirens are screaming louder, giving voice to the internal alarm bells tearing away at Kavinsky's last reserves of decency. All his hard work--every time he told himself to back off, Sam wasn't going to bite at his bait--was for nothing. In the end, fate has their balls squeezed into a collective vice. Here they are, on a balcony, here Kavinsky is, wanting to hump Sam's thigh and pant every obscenity he knows into his ear. After years of travelling through the deepest reaches of space, his dictionary of alien slurs has grown extensively.
He won't be healed or sobered up. Kavinsky needs the coke to keep his skeleton from clawing out of his skin and racing down the winding stairs he took great pains to climb. Sam has led him into a trap and is pinching his nipple as the door shuts on K's new cage. Another connection he couldn't track or control, because Sam was lying through his teeth and biding his time.
It's like being dragged by his ankles into someone else's dream.
The nipple between Sam's fingers could carve K's and his initials into an oak. In a word, it's hard.
And it's not the only thing.]
Do it.
[Prayer or command, Sam will have to decide for himself. Kavinsky keens in a fretful hiss between his teeth. He releases Sam's wrists and brazenly ties his fingers up into the front of the man's uniform. He jerks him closer, sucks up his air.]
Show me what you got, Wingman. I was starting to think you couldn't get it up.
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He won't be healed or sobered up. Kavinsky needs the coke to keep his skeleton from clawing out of his skin and racing down the winding stairs he took great pains to climb. Sam has led him into a trap and is pinching his nipple as the door shuts on K's new cage. Another connection he couldn't track or control, because Sam was lying through his teeth and biding his time.
It's like being dragged by his ankles into someone else's dream.
The nipple between Sam's fingers could carve K's and his initials into an oak. In a word, it's hard.
And it's not the only thing.]
Do it.
[Prayer or command, Sam will have to decide for himself. Kavinsky keens in a fretful hiss between his teeth. He releases Sam's wrists and brazenly ties his fingers up into the front of the man's uniform. He jerks him closer, sucks up his air.]
Show me what you got, Wingman. I was starting to think you couldn't get it up.