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[ghostface]

long time no snowball

( hashtag no homo, naturally. you don't go to a back-alley club and expect a follow-up with the man you sort of fucked through the tight cunt of a sloe-eyed woman bodying both their dicks in fat, churning tandem, which means danny never questioned who jake was until he was two weeks post-nut, post-high, belated clarity.

opportunity calls. so: )

you knew that whole fuckin time didn't you

[ailerons]

[ It's not an immediate reply. Twenty minutes, stretching almost to the thirty mark, before: ]

Yup.

[ One word, full stop. Yeah, he knew. Didn't stop Jake from grabbing him by the scruff of the neck when Danny licked into his mouth, his smile warping the shape of the kiss. Like it was all just another set-up to another larger, more brutal joke. ]

Been staying here long?

[ Easy breezy. Almost small talk, even. ]

[ghostface]

( twenty-six minutes, thirty-two seconds. okay, cunt. noted. )

long enough to kiss your ex on her pretty lips

( both lips. )

you two cruising for a third any time soon? i still swallow
jake
is it jacob or jake

[ailerons]

Jake.

[ Also, ]

She's not my ex.

You know, you're going to have to refresh my memory, because I remember you having better manners than this, [ Well. Whatever the hell passed for better manners, anyway. ] Dan.

[ Like a little punchline. Like Jake's grinning along the wires. ]

[ghostface]

my bad jake, hard to keep track

( also times two, tit for tat: )

did i? i didn't realize copping a handful of your dick or a mouthful of your jizz counted as better manners

( nice dick. hard and barely flagging, less than a quarter of his effort spent in the mouth of the woman danny never bothered to learn the name of, either, before he held out his tongue and she passed it on to him like an heirloom: here you go, son. his reward for better manners, maybe. )

[ailerons]

Now you know.

[ And isn't that just peachy keen? Allison — her name had been Allison, not that Jake bothers to share that. She'd had dark hair, too. ]

How long did it take you to figure it out?

[ Wrong to say Jake ever tried to hide it. Ani, Anora. But lying by omission's practically his entire trade, carrying that golden glint in his eyes even when he's opening his mouth and tasting his own come, like he's always some false step ahead. ]

[ghostface]

not long

( specifically: fifteen days, cum digested, broken down into worker bee enzymes that fueled his idle thumb-through of a text thread with ani. one old picture, half his face in frame. jake, as it turns out, has an exceedingly memorable jawline. danny wonders how many times it's been punched.

but he says, ) a few days ( because danny doesn't lie by omission, he just lies. )
didn't get your number obviously so i couldn't follow up til now

you here for business or pleasure? secret third thing that starts with an a?

[ailerons]

Admiration?

[ Less than anyone would think, given how much that jaw works overtime. Shit-eating grins and shouldering between thighs and bright, flaring teases. Playing obtuse on the deflect, always hiding his hand. ]

You really should be talking to the president.
Hear he's back in town.

[ It isn't Jake's bruises she's wearing. Enough sharp eyes know that fucking score. ]

[ghostface]

not my type

( speaking of lies, that might be a lie or a tease. ashley colchester is a single squint away from sharing jake's face, the a and the b of two roads diverged. )

heard from good authority that his attorney general is a real cunt though
thoughts?