I'M GONNA BE WOUNDED [rhett]

[noah everett cervantes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] hey i'm gonna get you, too another one bites the dust - - - - - - - - - - - - - - life for noah cervantes had not been easy since fucking shit up with gabe. because he wasn't going to deny it - he did fuck up things with gabriel and there was no getting around that. not that gabe hadn't been warned. because he had - noah had told him, kenny had told him, babs had told him. hell, even josh had but gabe just refused to believe it. thought he could change him. for a while, noah had thought he could, too. but temptation was always around the corner and gabe sometimes worked long hours. he couldn't always be there to satisfy that itch noah had that just had to be scratched. and even though he loved gabe, cared about him more than he'd cared about anyone for the past seven years...well, he never claimed to be a good person. at least he was honest, though. he didn't hide it. he told gabe that he slept with someone else and as predicted, gabe dumped him on his ass. honestly, it was how their relationship was doomed to fail. and he felt bad, yeah, but gabe didn't have the patience or understanding to be his boyfriend. he got hurt too easily. but fuck, he knew how to pack a mean punch. he remembered the last encounter he had with him - where gabe told him to fuck off, that he'd found someone new. that noah wouldn't ever find love. and maybe that was true, but fuck it hurt. because he had found love. with gabe. he'd just fucked it up and maybe gabe was right and that was his destiny. to continually fuck up until he decided to just drop the whole dating scene. maybe that'd be better for him, for everyone. after all, he didn't need to date. he'd done well for the past twenty-five years without it. but in that, he'd missed out on something big - love. and not love like the way he'd love his first boyfriend or the way he loved babs. but the real thing, the glorious feeling that everyone loved to write about. he had never found a use for it, really, but now that he'd had a bite, he felt so stupid for throwing it away. love was...nice and beautiful and wonderful...and he had carelessly thrown it away like it was nothing. stupid, stupid noah. gabe a right to hate him. and he was going to try to be better. he was going to try and abstain from his favorite pastime - show gabe he could go without it, he could change, he could get him back. he was going to try to show him that...that he cared. that he was capable of holding out for just one guy. but then he made the mistake of accompanying a work friend to a bar. and then he got alcohol in him and the rest was...the rest was history. he danced, he flirted and he tried to forget, just forget that he fucked up, forget that he lost him, forget that he was a horrible person. and he told himself that there was no harm in flirting, as long as he didn't take anyone home. he could still get gabe back, he could still win him back...then he met rhett and that was where his plan fell to shit. because rhett knew what he was doing. he knew exactly what each little movement did to noah, was aware of each flicker in his expression and change in his voice inflection and how it made noah want him. the guy was...he was him, only he was better than him because he was someone noah could have sex with, someone willing, someone new, someone attractive...someone who was so blatantly not gabe and it gave him chills to think about. and the minute rhett's lips made contact with his skin, he was done. that was it. that was what sealed his fate. what followed was a cervantes special, a night of sex, plain and simple and uncomplicated sex, and noah remembered just for a while why he was the way he was. because it was exciting, exhilarating, and a fucking good time and while maybe there was something in the teasing and foreplay he had with gabe, he could do without it. easily, as made obvious by rhett. and then he was ready to say "fuck it" to his mr. nice guy act and just go back to being noah motherfucking cervantes. he was ready to go back to who he was. the guy who would never find love. the guy who would always fuck it up. but then he was watching rhett leave. watching with hungry and attentive eyes as he got out bed to start dressing and he realized that...he hadn't done this in a while. and now that he'd actually gotten around to the no strings attached, no problem to be had sex...well that guilty feeling he'd had while cheating on gabe wasn't just because of the simple fact that he'd cheated on him. it was because he didn't want this. gabe was right - he was a fuck up. and he had fucked up with a lot of guys in the past. not just gabe. but every person he ever made believe he had feelings for just to get them in bed or to get revenge or...whatever his reasons were for having sex. noah knew what he was doing was wrong. and for the first fucking time...he felt guilty about it. so as he watched rhett begin to dress, he bit down on his lower lip and said, "you know, you really don't have to go," and decided just to see where that got him. he couldn't keep the guy from going. but he wasn't going to just let him slip away. HANNAH/RHETT OUTFIT: NADA. THERE YOU GO, SLUT TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[rhett]

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WE'RE SICK LIKE ANIMALS, WE PLAY PRETEND. YOU'RE JUST A CANNIBAL AND I'M AFRAID I WON'T GET OUT ALIVE.

there was nothing special about this particular morning. there was nothing different, nothing original, nothing that rhett hadn't been through before. it was deja vu, but not necessarily a bad case of it. it wasn't bad in the least bit, because when rhett experienced this particular routine, it meant that he had just had a damn good night with full of hot, sweaty, animal sex. what he was doing right now was normal for him. what he had done the night before was normal, as well. it started with finding a victim, which wasn't very tough despite the lack of gay bars in connecituct. there weren't too many of them around new haven or hartford- which was the farthest he would go to find one- and rhett was convinced that it was because the state was homophobic, no matter the fact that same-sex marriage was legal in connecticut. there was one gay bar in particular, though, that he was a regular visitor to. he visited so often he shoud have been promoted to some kind of vip or have priveleges that not just anyone had. he was there almost every night of the week, when he wasn't working late or didn't already have a planned fling for the night. the particular nightclub was his favorite hang out spot, his favorite place to spend his freetime, his sanctuary, his... well, his feeding ground in a way. it was where he found his victims and thats what he had done last night with a certain boy named noah, who seemed just as crazy as himself.

after he found someone willing enough- in this case, that was noah- he wouldn't waste any time getting to either of their places. usually, he preffered to go to the other person's apartment or home, however, he didn't like it when they knew where he lived. for several reasons, this was a peeve of his. strange reasons, but reasons nonetheless. he was scared that they'd return in the middle of the night and kill him, stalk him, or come back for more even though rhett had a strict rule of not sleeping with the the same person twice. both of the former reasons were very unlikely, but the latter? not so much. he didn't want to toot his own horn, but rhett was damn good in bed, and he wouldn't blame them if they wanted another go at him. he'd probably want to go another round if he could sleep with himself, too. the next step in his plan would be the fun part. after they'd arrived at their destination- usually the other person's place, unless rhett was feeling very generous that day- he wouldn't dawdle getting the other person's clothes off of their body and stripping himself of his clothing. he was a horndog and he wasn't ashamed in the least bit. he liked sex. was that a crime? no. was he addicted? maybe, maybe not, but was an addiction to sex really that bad? rhett didn't think so. after all, it's not like he was abusing his sexual partners. it wasn't like he was forcing anyone to do something they didn't want to. if they were willing, so was rhett. the next part went without words. after all, it was very much obvious. bed plus rhett and whatever partner he had that night equaled crazy sex and the rest wasn't hard to guess.

when morning came around, rhett tried to get out of wherever he was as soon as possible. unless of course it was one of those special occasions and they had ended up at his apartment. in which case, he'd make them take their walk of shame as soon as possible. on this particular morning, though, there was a turn of events. apparently, he had chosen someone who wasn't as fond as the idea of parting ways, acting as if nothing ever happened, only appreciating what had happened the night before and saying nothing about it. it was certainly a surprise for rhett. you know, you really don't have to go, the boy had said while rhett was clothing himself. at first, he went on with saying nothing. after he had completely clothed, though, he turned to look at the boy still in bed. rhett only stared at the boy at first, but after a few short seconds, he opened his mouth to speak. and why would i stay? it was a good, honest question.

RENEE AS NOAH,CLOTHES, YEA HOMOSEXUALS BTW SORRY THIS IS KIND OF POO I WAS DISTRACTED

[noah everett cervantes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] hey i'm gonna get you, too another one bites the dust - - - - - - - - - - - - - - he didn't know what the fuck he was doing. he didn't know how to keep someone the morning after - the exception, of course, being with gabe whom he had just locked in the closet but that had been for ironic purposes and surely not because he had actually wanted the god damn kid around and then after that he had just fallen into fuck buddy territory and they were free to come and go as they pleased just as long as barbra didn't get pissy about having to either sleep on the couch or steal another bed seeing as the place next to him would then be occupied. and then as gabe developed from fuck buddy to boyfriend...well noah had allowed himself to forget how this whole one night stand thing went and now his conscience - because, who fucking knew, apparently he had one - wasn't letting him remember and was forcing him to try to get rhett to do the one thing noah usually refused to let people do: stay. and the guy wasn't reacting well to it. why would he have? if it had been noah in that same situation, he would have laughed himself silly before telling the man to go fuck himself and leave. staying? the idea was ludicrous. it ruined the entire point of fucking a complete stranger if you were just going to keep them around the morning after. no, the morning after was for people you fucked regularly, friends, and relatives of friends but certainly not for random people that you picked up at a bar. the fact that the words came out of his mouth at all was registering as something of a shock and when rhett posed his own question in response to the request, noah couldn't think of an answer for him. he couldn't think of a single reason why he would want to keep this man here any longer than necessary. he didn't know him. he didn't care about him and fuck he didn't want to do either of those things. but it was beyond that. even if he did was to keep rhett around and try to mold him into something half-way decent that he wouldn't be completely embarrassed to show his friends as the next best thing he could get after losing who he had thought might have been the actual love of his life, he didn't know why rhett would ever agree to it. what was noah? a guy who slept around too much, who met him through a one night stand, still asshurt over the last guy who had left him for being too much of a whore and who was now trying to figure out how to deal with the first major heartbreak he had gone through since the first man he'd ever slept with. he was loud, cocky, obnoxious, couldn't keep it in his pants for the life of him, and again gabe was right: he was meant to be alone. stay? hell, why in the world would he? but he didn't say that. no, showing weakness or uncertainty? that was hardly noah's thing. he quickly recovered from the shock of the statement coming out of his mouth, hiding his emotions behind the perfect stoic mask he had mastered after years of waiting for audition times. he just had to piece the words together right, think of exactly what to say. while that happened, he started with an action, a simple shrug to get the scene rolling. a lift of his shoulders and a blank expression on his face. "dunno," was the honest response. "the possibility of a second round?" was the attempt at a joke. and "some people just prefer to; normally it's not my thing but," he yawned and stretched to wake himself up, "i was feeling kind so i extended the offer," came the final answer to the question accompanied by his laying back against his pillows and placing his hands behind his head as if it honestly was something he did so often that it was considered domestic. an everyday occurrence. HANNAH/RHETT OUTFIT: NADA. THERE YOU GO, SLUT TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.