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The Great Escape; ~Vesuvius AU~
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Topic Started: Aug 8 2015, 02:34 AM (404 Views)
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Nahyt
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Aug 8 2015, 02:34 AM
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Clipping his briefcase shut, Nahyt rose from the table with it in his hand. He nodded and waited patiently for others to move, but he was clear he was in a hurry to get out of the courtroom. The current case had been pushed off for another day, giving him a small amount of time to prepare. There was no doubt in his mind the girl was guilty, and he wanted nothing more than to see her pay for her crimes. Prosecution wasn’t always as glamorous as private practice, but the scum of the earth needed to be punished.
Or at least that was what he told himself in order to get out of bed in the mornings.
His phone rang almost as soon as he left the courtroom. It had been silenced, but the vibration jarred him and forced his attention onto it. Pulling it from his pocket, he took a look at the caller ID and groaned. He headed towards the men’s room and answered it as soon as he opened the door.
“Nicole, baby, I’m working,” he said into the speaker as a greeting. His wife was going off again about something. He had tried to care - and in the beginning he had - but every little thing grated on her, and as a result she grated on him. “I can’t do this right now.” He cut her short only to be met with a bout of anger directed at him. “Yes, I know. I’ll deal with it when I get home. You can’t be bothering me while I’m at work.” She didn’t like that, and she made sure he knew it. On a knee-jerk impulse, Nahyt ended the call and turned his phone off.
He stuffed the stupid thing back in his pocket and laid his briefcase on the bathroom counter. A heavy sigh escaped him. The only peace he got from that woman was when he was at work, and there he had to see women like her. People who had convinced themselves the world owed them something. Without them he’d be without work, but he wouldn’t have minded a day off from all the fuss.
Turning on the sink, he pulled up his sleeves and placed his hands in the stream. The cold water ran over his hands, quickly warming up. He splashed his face with the warmth, rubbing the tired from his eyes. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he let another groan pass his lips. “You look old,” he told himself out loud. He felt it, too. His way of life was wearing on him.
Edited by Irwin, Aug 10 2015, 06:27 AM.
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Vesuvius
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Aug 10 2015, 07:19 AM
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“You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity.” The toilet gargled with its flushing and one of the washroom stalls swung open. A rather skinny teenager stepped out, a crooked little grin on his pale face. He winked at the lawyer as he walked over to the sinks to wash his hands, eyeing the other man in the mirror.
Seizing a paper towel, Vesuvius turned towards Nahyt drying his hands and tilting his head to the side, grin still in place.
“You are right though. You do look old.” He tossed the paper towel into the the waste bin and crossing one arm over his chest, he chewed on a finger nail on his other hand, considering the lawyer with intense amber eyes. “Less hair gel. Ditch the dark tie. And pointy shoes went out of style before I was born soooo...” Vesuvius lifted a dark brow, smirk sliding onto his face. “Those need to go too.”
He ran a hand through his black hair, tucking it back behind his ear, obviously pleased with himself and the free appraisal he'd given the other man. However, after a moment of further scrutiny, the smirk slipped into a frown and his eyes narrowed, sudden recognition coming over him.
“I know you.” The grin came back and his hand snapped forward, pointing at the lawyer. “You're the man getting my sister thrown in jail.” A laugh bubbled from the teenager. “Bought time someone did.” He winked again and moved to step past Nahyt and leave the washroom.
Vesuvius wasn't at all upset that his sister would likely be declared guilty (she was) and be thrown a jail sentence. If anything he was pleased by this idea. Krakatua had been getting away with far too much her whole life and always managed to wriggle out of punishment. First by their mother, then by school teachers and in recent years, the law itself.
But not this time.
This time, it had been obvious that there'd be no flirting and shamelessly selling herself out of the mess she'd landed herself into. The judge wasn't buying it and the lawyer against her, was simply better than the one they'd managed to dredge up for her.
Vesuvius wasn't the least bit sorry and he held no pity for her.
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Nahyt
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Aug 24 2015, 11:13 PM
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The stranger in the bathroom caught Nahyt by surprise. He hadn’t entirely expected to be alone, but he hadn’t expected to be noticed. Embarrassment ate silently at him, and he said nothing. He would have to remember next time to have conversations with himself in a more private setting. Actually, next time he would just leave his phone turned off. Then he wouldn’t answer calls which led to him talking to himself in the first place.
He looked at the younger man, meeting his eyes in the mirror. Insanity. Maybe that’s what it was. It certainly made sense. Nahyt had days where he felt a little less than okay. Sometimes he wished he had a less demanding job, but then that would have meant more time at home.
Then the stranger started picking apart at Nahyt and his appearance. The idea that anyone would talk to him like that, especially a stranger, did not bode well for the frustration Nahyt already felt. He couldn’t get his thoughts straight enough to retort. Anger built in him while he listened to the teen cut him down. Who do you think you are? he wondered, mouth open in shock. The audacity of the younger man was appalling, and at the same time strangely alluring. Nahyt found himself struggling to take his eyes off the teen.
A smirk cricked at the corner of his lips when the stranger recognized him. “That would be me,” he replied with a swell of pride. To be honest, he hadn’t fit the kid’s face to the little brother of the woman he prosecuted. He’d seen enough like her that she didn’t register high enough on his radar to worry about who her family was. All that mattered was she paid for her crime. Everything else was minor details, and Nahyt was too big of a man to worry about anything minor.
That stupid wink.
He seized the only opportunity he’d have, acting purely on impulse. Turning to face him, Nayht grabbed the stranger by his shoulders and pulled him in. Without thought, he kissed the younger man. His brain kept screaming at him. Conflict of interest, don’t do this! It begged him to stop - to walk away - but he didn’t. He ignored the pleading voice in his head, instead wrapping his arm around behind the teen and pulling him in tighter until no space remained between them.
The moment he stopped his nerves flooded into him. He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I--” he tried, but he had no excuse. There was no excuse for his behavior. A tight knot filled his chest and he breathed a sigh in an effort to force it out. “Sorry.” He had nothing else to say, and even an apology didn’t quite feel right. The stress of life was getting to him. Yeah, that was it.
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Vesuvius
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Aug 25 2015, 09:39 AM
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Vesuvius hadn't expected his shoulders to be grabbed and for a brief, fleeting moment he thought the man was going to hit him for his free advice. How rude. The guy needed to learn to take free, useful advice when he could get it.
The kiss was even more unexpected than the shoulder grab.
He hadn't even had time to react to being seized when suddenly the mans mouth was crashing against his own and at first, Vesuvius felt frozen, his mind struggling to catch up with what was happening. And then the lawyer was holding him tighter, pulling him closer and far from a desire to push him away and punch him, Vesuvius felt disappointed when it was over.
The Lawyer looked shocked by his own actions and honestly Vesuvius couldn't blame him. Maybe he had nailed it when he stepped out of the bathroom and the guy was actually crazy. He did pretty weird things he couldn't explain to anyone else all the time - even with his medication some times. Maybe that was it.
"Sorry."
Vesuvius had an odd habit of quirking his lips whenever he smiled, giving it the impression of being crooked. That usual little smile slid on his face and far from moving away or even acknowledging the mans apology, Vesuvius closed the little distance between them again, returning the kiss with one of his own. His hands slid up the lawyers chest as he kissed him, one hand darting into the pocket on his suit and pulling out one of his business cards and a small pen.
Handy thing for lawyers to always have.
It was a quick thing to slide away from the older man and over to the sink counter. His hand moved swiftly across the back of the card, pen held in a slender hand and then he was tucking the card under the edge of his shirt collar, dropping the pen back into his pocket, winking and gracefully walking out of the bathroom.
The back of the card had three things written on it.
His phone number, the name of a motel and a little note: "Text me when you get a room ~<3"
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Nahyt
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Sep 1 2015, 01:57 PM
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He had expected the stranger to run, or hit him, or even to call out for help. They were in a courthouse, so there were plenty of police officers running around the place. What were you thinking? he chided himself. Stupid. He hadn’t been thinking; that was the problem. The news talked about bathroom predators, and here he was out in the open. Nahyt couldn’t believe himself sometimes, how uncontrolled he could be. He needed to invest in a therapist - someone who could help him with his crazy.
The returned kiss assured Nahyt what he'd done hadn't been out of line. It was wrong for many reasons, but the kid didn't hold that against him. His hand was comforting moving across his chest, and Nahyt reached for it. Then the stranger pulled away and Nahyt felt his heart drop from the loss of contact.
No words came to him as he watched the younger man move to the counter and started writing on the back of one of Nahyt’s own business cards. The stranger said nothing as he gave back the pen and card, but he shot Nahyt another wink. He suspected that expression might grow on him if he saw it too much more often.
He stared in stunned silence as the teen left the men’s room.
Pulling out the card, he read it over. Finally noise escaped him as he laughed dryly at what was written on the back. Guess I have a date, he laughed again.
~Timeskip~ Nahyt pulled off his suit jacket and laid it across the dresser. The motel wasn’t one he’d visited before, but he’d known it. It was too close to work for him to be comfortable being seen at it before. It wasn’t a matter of him being picky now, though. The stranger had picked the location, and he’d simply followed the instructions given.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Nahyt pulled out his phone and the business card. He went to add the number to his phone and tt was then he realized he hadn’t gotten the teen’s name. A small laugh rose from him at the absurdity of meeting a complete stranger in a shady motel without even having a name to go off of. He added the number anyway and sent a message.
to: That Wink 34A. Don’t keep me waiting
Then he went through all his missed calls and texts. There were quite a few, and all were from his wife. He heaved a sigh before replying to her.
to: Nicole I know I said we’d talk later, but I’ll be late tonight. Don’t wait up.
She wouldn’t like that; he had no doubt there’d be a fight when he finally got home. If he could just stay out for a few days he was sure he could work up the courage to deal with her blowouts, but the kids deserved better than that. Although they deserved better than a dad that stepped out on their mom, too. Nahyt held no delusion that he was a great family man. Quite the opposite, he wasn’t cut out for the life. He only wished he’d known that in his twenties before it was too late to walk away.
Getting up off the bed, he set his phone on the dresser with his jacket and headed into the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and tugged at his tie. A hot feeling came over him, as if a fire raged inside of him. A million times his head asked him, What am I doing? But he knew the answer to that. As wrong as what he planned to do was, he couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. He knew it was wrong, but he didn’t feel any guilt. This was just how life was.
Turning on the faucet, he ran cold water for a moment before splashing his face. It soothed the fire inside him, killing his nerves for the moment. It was too late to back out now.
Heading back into the room, he untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it before removing his belt and leaving that with his jacket, too. Might as well relax while he waited. And with that thought in mind, he sat back down on the bed and removed his shoes. There wasn’t any reason for him to be completely dressed for work if he wasn’t there, and removing the small bits helped him feel better - more at ease.
Edited by Nahyt, Sep 1 2015, 01:57 PM.
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Vesuvius
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Sep 1 2015, 04:47 PM
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“My God Ves, what were you doing in there?”
Of the group of four that waited for him by the courtroom entrance, the three women looked annoyed, impatient and more than a little bit irritated. The man with them merely sighed and ran a hand through his hair, beckoning Vesuvius to him as the group headed outside.
Piling into their SUV, Vesuvius tuned out his family for the most part, ignoring their high pitched whines about the court case and how they simply couldn't put away the innocent angel that was his oldest sister, Krakatua.
He did however allow himself a private little smirk when his mother, Helen, started in on the man prosecuting her precious baby girl.
The youngest four, Vesuvius had only just recently turned eighteen, or his mother had put it: “old enough to make his own bad decisions, but young enough to do whatever the fuck she told him to or else!”
He was still in High school, a couple more months to go and then he'd be done. His sister Tambora, though she was just twenty, was actually still in high school with him. Taking supplemental classes and trying to bring her grades up high enough to get a diploma.
Vesuvius was pretty sure she'd be there well into her thirties. Of course, when he voiced this opinion, it had earned him a sharp crack across the mouth.
Like their mother and oldest sister, Tambora enjoyed the things she shouldn't. She drank a lot and whatever she couldn't drink, she popped, smoked or shot up. It was gross.
His sister Krakatua was his oldest sibling at twenty-four. She hadn't finished school, never had a job and went through boyfriends and girlfriends with the speed of someone flipping through a magazine. She also had a drug problem and had been arrested on multiple occasions for various things. This time it was Grand-Theft-Auto. It wasn't the first time they'd all gone to court for her (their mother dragged the rest of them there to support her little angel). But it certainly did look like it'd be the first time she'd actually be facing punishment for her crimes.
His brother Cotopaxi was twenty-two and unlike his sisters, actually seemed to be trying to do something with his life. Or maybe he was just trying to get himself and his little brother out of the hell hole they called home. He was working two jobs and going to medical school. The one job was to pay for his schooling and Vesuvius' medications, the other job was to pay for groceries and bills because their mother spent all her money on her daughters and their drug and booze habits.
Vesuvius was pretty sure if Cotopaxi didn't keep track of his medicine for him, they'd all be trying that out too.
When they got back to their shitty little home and the three woman went into the house, screeching about the unfairness of it all, Vesuvius lingered back, sitting himself on the small, cracked concrete wall that ran the length of the driveway.
“Coming in Ves?” Cotopaxi was looking at him from the door, holding it open. Vesuvius smiled and shook his head, amber eyes fixed on his brother.
“Fresh air.” He gestured flippantly around. “Quiet.”
“Ah, right.” Cotopaxi sighed again and disappeared into the house. Vesuvius didn't look away until the door clicked shut.
He had just decided to head in, when his phone buzzed in his pocket and the teen pulled it out, a knowing smirk sliding across his lips when he read the message. He couldn't help the giggle that spilled from his lips and quickly he ran down the driveway and hurried off down the street.
The motel wasn't too far from his house, about a ten minute walk and with a thrill running through his body, Vesuvius stood in front of 34A hand raised and ready to knock. He looked once to the left and then once to the right.
The knock was soft; he hoped the lawyer was ready.
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Nahyt
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Sep 2 2015, 06:23 PM
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Nahyt sat slumped on the edge of the bed for longer than he could have put time to. The time alone was giving him too much solitude with his own thoughts. What are you doing? he kept asking himself. Not just right now, but with your life? His eyes fell to his hands, tracing the wrinkles in them. Breathing a heavy sigh he laid back against the bed with his bare feet still on the floor. His arms were sprawled out above his head, and he just lay there - near lifeless.
Just as he shut his eyes, a knock came to the door. Another sigh left him, but this one lighter. A small, weak smile touched his lips as he got to his feet and answered the door. “Took you long enough,” he said to the teen on the other side. Way too long. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.” That could have been his massive anxiety talking, too. Nahyt was adept at worrying and stressing over little things he really had no control over.
He stuck his head out to look around. There was no one around, and Nahyt couldn’t have been more grateful for that. He didn’t need to be identified considering what he was doing there. If it hadn’t been for his extreme need for a break from the norm, he wouldn’t have bothered with the motel at all. Nahyt was an attractive man; he could have found someone less risky to hook up with. Of course, it was the risk that made this one so alluring.
“Now get in here before I change my mind,” he commanded, taking a step back and holding the door open. “Come on, I don’t have all night.” But he did. He had as long as he could possibly keep making excuses.
The gears in his head kept turning, and a sour expression touched his face. He groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. Moving away from the door, he went back to sitting on the edge of the bed. If he didn’t know for a fact his heart was in good condition - and he did know, he had it tested recently because of his anxiety - he might have worried about a heart attack with all the freaking out he’d been doing.
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Vesuvius
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Sep 3 2015, 09:05 AM
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So, the lawyer was a little grumpy and maybe just a little bit stressed. But that's why he was there right? Vesuvius lifted a slender black eyebrow and tilted his head to the side, looking over at the man sitting on the motel bed. Obviously things weren't good at home. That much was obvious from the pleasant sounding phone call he'd heard earlier in the bathroom.
It was obvious from the simple fact that they were both in this motel room together.
Letting a smile creep across his face, Vesuvius slid his feet out of his sneakers and walked over to the man seated on the edge of the bed. He slowly ran his hands down along the Lawyer's thighs and then gently pushed them apart, stepping in between.
Reaching up, Vesuvius pulled the mans hands away from his face and replaced them with his own, cradling his face with his palms. Crooked smile in place, amber eyes staring intently at him.
“Let's get to it then.” He leaned forward, catching the Lawyers lips with his own. Shifting, he settled first one leg on side of the mans hips, knee pressing into the bed and then did the same with the other, pressing himself close.
If he didn't have all night, Vesuvius wasn't about to let him waste their tryst on brooding and self pity. There were really better things he could be doing with his time. Namely, him.
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Nahyt
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Sep 3 2015, 05:34 PM
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A hard lump formed in Nahyt’s throat as the stranger came to him. He swallowed around it, hardly breathing while he opened his legs and let the teen come to him. What do you think you’re doing? he wanted to ask. You don’t even know me. But nothing came out, and before he could speak it was too late. His lips were wrapped in the other’s, and he wanted nothing more than for that kiss to never end.
Nahyt placed his hands low on the teen’s hips when he straddled his lap. For what seemed an eternity, he returned the kiss. His hands wandered up the younger man’s back, underneath his shirt. His fingers dug into the soft skin, fully appreciative of the young body he had - and it was Nahyt’s to play with.
Standing, he dropped the teenager onto the bed and flipped him on his back. He crawled in between the stranger’s legs and resumed the kiss he’d broken. It didn’t matter if he didn’t know this stranger’s name, or that they’d met in the men’s restroom of all places. All that mattered was time was limited and Nahyt wanted to explore every inch of the body beneath him.
Finally mustering up the courage to pull away from the kiss, he tugged the teen’s shirt upward and trailed his tongue along his skin. When he reached the boundary the teen’s pants provided, he kissed the exposed skin before he worked open the button and tugged the fly open.
All of Nahyt’s worries disappeared in the heat of the stranger. He couldn’t think long enough to stress over anything anymore. The only thing that mattered was being there in that shady motel with a man he didn’t know. It sounded stupid to him - and later he would have a lot of nasty things to say to himself about it - but right then he didn’t care. Right then he only wanted to be happy, even if that meant keeping secrets. Even if it meant stepping out on his family, or risking his reputation at work. This was the only thing in the world that mattered.
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Vesuvius
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Apr 12 2016, 03:19 PM
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Vesuvius had discovered he was more like his sisters than he originally thought. While the realization itself had been a little disappointing at first, he knew right awayt that he didn't care. If he had to share one of their qualities, he was okay with it being this one.
The sleeping with someone he definitely, probably shouldn't.
Sitting in his usual spot on the floor in their chunk of hallway at his Highschool, the teenager picked up his phone; a secret little smile appearing on his face as he read the message. Vesuvius knew the Lawyer's name now – it had been about two weeks since their meeting in the courthouse bathroom.
Two weeks since their first tryst in the motel.
More had followed. But those had been in places a little less sketchy than their first time and now it would appear, as though Nahyt wanted to meet him again that evening. It had only been two days since the last time they'd gotten together. Maybe things were getting really shitty with his wife.
Of course, Vesuvius knew better than to put Nahyt's actual name into his phone. That would just be asking for trouble. He was actually rather proud of himself, for once the voices in his head had a great idea that he'd followed through on. He'd simply picked a first name from his school year book and a last name from a completely different page in the year book. The name was completely fictious and wouldn't draw suspicion from anyone.
"Who's Clyde James?" Well almost anyone. A couple of his friends had gotten suspicious about all his tiny smiles and sudden secretive ways. "And what does... fifth street, thirty-four mean?"
Quickly, Vesuvius shoved his phone back into his pocket.
"Just a guy I talk to."
"So your head is sending you cryptic text messages now?"
Vesuvius stuck his tongue out.
"Never you mind Ip!" The boy just barked a rough laugh at him and shoved his hands in his back pockets, walking a few steps away as Vesuvius made a shooing motion at him. Ipsimus was in a good mood today. Clearly that meant that he'd wormed his way back onto Sullivan's good side and by default, back into his bed again.
Vesuvius smirked, he wondered how long it would last time. Those two fought more than the voices in his head did.
The rest of the day dragged on in a dull blur, briefly made interesting when Sullivan Gyre did his presentation in Science class and somehow made complex chemical compounds make sense – even Mr. Hershey took notes.
All through supper at home, Vesuvius figetted, his fingers picking at the white table cloth and when Cotopaxi asked him for the third time if he was okay – he changed to picking at his jeans and anxiously tapping his heel against the floor. Eight o'clock couldn't come fast enough.
As soon as his brother retreated to his room for studying and his mother and sisters took over the living room for whatever bit of fun they planned on having that night, Vesuvius took his own medication and was out the door before anyone even though to ask him if he had homework.
It was a little closer to eight thirty (this hotel was further away than the others had been), when the teenager was knocking on the door of room four on the third floor.
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Nahyt
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Nov 26 2016, 12:42 PM
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For what had to be the millionth time just that day, Nahyt found himself on the phone with his wife. He sat at his desk, stiff and tapping his free fingers on the wood to calm his nerves--it didn’t work.
“No, I told you I’d be working late tonight. It’s not my fault, we’re backed up. You know it gets this way sometimes.” She never understood, and he’d given up expecting her to. Of course, he wasn’t exactly being truthful with her. He’d given up feeling bad about that, too. “You don’t have to--” She talked over him, just like she always did. He was so tired of it. “Alright, fine. Call me if you change your mind.”
She’d hung up before he got the last words out, and as soon as the call ended he turned his phone off. He didn’t know how much more of this--of her--he could take. Nicole had grown suspicious of all the late night’s Nahyt had been taking lately, and he couldn’t blame her; she was right. All the fighting only served to push Nahyt further away from his wife and his home life, not that he needed much of an excuse to step away. He wasn’t cut out to be a husband to a woman like her, or maybe at all.
Still, he hated it when she got hysterical and brought the kids into it, taking them to her mom’s again. That woman probably had heard enough terrible things about Nahyt at this point that she could write a book on him--portraying him as the villain, of course.
None of it mattered, though--not tonight. Tonight he’d be meeting with his latest distraction, and he wouldn’t need to think of the guilt or the anger or anything else Nicole made him feel.
He’d arrived maybe half an hour early, somewhere close to seven-thirty. It would give him enough time to inspect the room and to relax before Vesuvius showed. As paranoid as it felt, Nahyt had taken out a credit card in only his name--one his wife didn’t know about. This was what he’d used to reserve the room, and this was the card he presented to the man at the desk.
After checking in, he hurried up to the third floor and towards the room. His shirt and pants came off as soon as the door shut behind him. He crawled into the bed and laid there on his back, his eyes gazing up at the ceiling and tracing patterns in the paint. The weight of the day--of all the days--suddenly felt very heavy to him in that moment. He shut his eyes to wish it away, but found himself sinking into the softness of the mattress instead.
Knocking on the door jerked Nahyt awake, and he jumped out of the bed to open the door. He didn’t bother checking who it was, because he knew. Pulling Vesuvius inside, he locked his lips in the teen’s as soon as the door was shut. This was worth all the consequences. At least for a little while he could breathe and not feel suffocated by the responsibilities and the lies.
Edited by Nahyt, Nov 26 2016, 12:42 PM.
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