[ whatever is in the air making him feel this way is finaly starting to fade, at least a little. enough for him to leave the bar, sore and thoroughly fucked out, and get himself washed off.
he's been in hell over a year now and julian has been the only person he's messed around with. they have an agreement - sort've. one that had never held any promise of exclusivity or commitment. but one he feels like he's broken all the same.
he swings by the kitchens. grabs some kind of dessert cookie - big and gourmet, stupidly fancy and rich-personesque just for julian. he bypasses his own bed and slides into julian's, dropping the plastic-wrapped treat on his chest and closing his eyes. ]
( he left, after the effects had worn down enough for him to get out of josh and get out the door. couldn't deal with it anymore; the heat, the need, and julian hadn't stopped to see where josh went. figured he'd follow and didn't chase him down when he hadn't.
so when josh comes back and drops shit onto his chest he's turning towards him and pulling his weight up onto his elbows.
they had no agreement against it, right? right. he and julian aren't dating and some days they're barely even friends. but they share a bed, and they kiss, and they'd had sex so...
if he'd been in his right mind, he probably wouldn't have done it. ]
I got caught up in another wave of that... whatever it was.
( nope. nope, not that guy. not that guy and julian's things. josh sits up and it forces julian to sit back on his knees over josh's legs, brows furrowing tight. )
( nope, don't touch him. he's going to climb his way over josh and off of the bed on the other side, reaching for a shirt he left over the back of the headboard to shove it on over his head. julian's going. )
( he will, because julian's turning towards him with a green spark in his eye and--throwing josh back into bed using his telekinesis. sit, stay, all that nice stuff. )
You came in here to go to bed, right? Then go the fuck to sleep.
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he's been in hell over a year now and julian has been the only person he's messed around with. they have an agreement - sort've. one that had never held any promise of exclusivity or commitment. but one he feels like he's broken all the same.
he swings by the kitchens. grabs some kind of dessert cookie - big and gourmet, stupidly fancy and rich-personesque just for julian. he bypasses his own bed and slides into julian's, dropping the plastic-wrapped treat on his chest and closing his eyes. ]
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so when josh comes back and drops shit onto his chest he's turning towards him and pulling his weight up onto his elbows.
narrows eyes down at josh. )
You take a shower?
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[ he drops his head against the pillow, bone tired in a way he didn't really know was possible for him to be. julian's suspicion is palpable and he
well he feels guilt about it than he has in a long time. ]
You feeling alright now?
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( but josh is tired. tired enough that he flops over after coming in and throwing food at him. and he showered, without any prompting.
it's definitely shady. enough that julian is rolling over and planting a knee on the other side of josh's hips. cages him in against the mattress. )
The hell did you do?
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they had no agreement against it, right? right. he and julian aren't dating and some days they're barely even friends. but they share a bed, and they kiss, and they'd had sex so...
if he'd been in his right mind, he probably wouldn't have done it. ]
I got caught up in another wave of that... whatever it was.
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( of course josh did. god he's such an idiot. )
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[ he folds an arm over his face. ]
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( rolling his eyes, but. julian doesn't move away. )
Why are you hiding?
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[ he drops his arm slowly. ]
... You know Wiccan's boyfriend?
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( lips pursing because he--doesn't like where josh is going with this. )
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[ oh no. ohhhhh no no no no. ]
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( he's going to kill teddy. )
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he fucked up ]
Yeah. That one.
[ he fucked up bad ]
... We had sex.
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( tone even, which--is dangerous all on it's own. )
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[ he scrubs a hand down his face, sitting up. ]
No, it was consensual. Or like... as consensual as being fucked outta your head on sex hormones can be. He was just as bad off.
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So, it wasn't.
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[ this could go very, very bad. very bad. he grimaces, reaching out to rest a hand on julian's hip. ]
You know how my powers get. Especially if I'm, like... not in the right headspace.
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( nope, don't touch him. he's going to climb his way over josh and off of the bed on the other side, reaching for a shirt he left over the back of the headboard to shove it on over his head. julian's going. )
He's a fucking asswad who could've.
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[ fuck, god fucking damn it. ]
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( because he's leaving to go beat up an asshole. )
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[ getting up to follow him ]
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You came in here to go to bed, right? Then go the fuck to sleep.
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Julian!
[ he's trying to struggle against it but, you know. telekinesis. kind of a weakspot here. ]
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If you really wanted to, you could stop me.
( just as a reminder. julian plays like he has all the cards but he does know better. )
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[ he knows he could win.
He doesn't like the price of that victory. ]
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