It'll Give Me Time to Think (Gabriel)

[Kyan Walker]

Kyan had somehow managed to make his way to Babylon; walking no less. He took off the pokemon shirt immediately upon entereing, and stuffed it behind the bar. He was now shirtless, but still had his black mask make-up on from the party. He knew he shold technially wait until tomorrow until the stiches got removed, but he knew they were past the damage point now. Besides, he could always claim they were part of his costume.

He slumped himself onto the bar counter and motioned to his friend Benny to get his attention.
"A scott on the rocks," he said, surprising the current bartender: he usually ordered mixed drinks. "To start."

The only reason Kyan generally got drinks free and underaged was because he worked there and thusly knew the staff. He lifted his head up when the drink was pushed in front of him and murmured his thanks. He downed it all in one gulp, slamming the glass back onto the countertop and looking around at the club goers present tonight: it was a nice variety. He smirked and looked back at Benny.

"Could I get a Corona, over here?" he asked, a little more politely than the first time. As soon as the bottle met his fingertips, he turned his attenion back towards the crowd. "It's going to be a long night," he muttered, taking a swig of beer.

[gabriel]

Gabriel was out late that night. For one thing, it was the weekend, so he didn't have to worry about the possibility of going to school. Though he had been skipping school more and more often with every month that passed. The sad fact remained that he had cancer, and the treatments weren't doing a hell of a lot. Sure, they were buying him time, but that was all. He wasn't getting better, he was just living like this longer.

After canceling his chemo treatments, it hadn't been long before he started partying and drinking. Never to excess but always a little more than a 17-year-old boy should. His parents had no idea where he went at night but it wasn't like they could stop him. He was the cancer kid! He learned that this meant he could do pretty much whatever he wanted because no one was going to yell at a dying kid. Honestly, his life couldn't have gotten much better, the whole dying thing aside.

"Surprise me," he said to Benny. Everyone who worked around here knew him enough to not card him. He wasn't cool enough to get free drinks like Kyan, but the fact that he got served was good enough for him. Taking a seat next to the troubled looking older boy Gabriel smiled. Since he was a Junior at St James and Kyan went to GW the only time he ever saw him was here, at Babylon.

"It's going to be a long night,"

Though the comment wasn't aimed at him Gabriel decided to chime in anyway. "You're telling me," he stated, waiting for his drink. "I've been here 20 minutes and haven't gotten laid yet."

[Kyan Walker]

Kyan looked up as Gabriel sat down next to him. He'd seen the other boy around from time to time, every once and a whle waiting on him. He offered a 'cheers' motion to him as het ook his seat.

"You're telling me. I've been here 20 minutes and haven't gotten laid yet."

Kyan let out a small chuckle to show his sympathy, taking another swig of his beer. He hadn't gotten laid in weeks, thanks to these fucking stitches. And then through his drunken haze, a thought struck him. He'd obviously come to Babylon for a specific reason. He quirked an eybrow over at Gabriel.

"I might be able to help you there," he said, a smirk spreading to his lips.

[gabriel]

The bartender returned with a simple rum and coke, which was fine for the time being. Gabriel thanked him, doing that head-nod which was consistent with 'thanks man' in guy code. He couldn't imagine working behind a bar and not drinking on the job. He knew he'd leave work hammered all the time.

The chuckle made him laugh a little himself. He couldn't imagine Kyan not finding someone, though. It seemed like that boy had no trouble hooking up when he came here. At the quirked eyebrow Kyan had his attention.

"Might you?" he replied slyly, mirroring Kyan's smirk. He took a rather large gulp of the rum and coke in case the events escalated to the point where he'd have to leave it there. He wasn't one to trust a drink left unattended for more than two seconds in a place like this. Too many guys willing to drug you to get you home for his liking.

"Anything particular in mind?"

[Kyan Walker]

Kyan allowed his lips to linger on the beer bottle's neck as Gabriel asked slyly Might you? He allowed his gaze to sweep over all of Gabriel's anatomy, not bothering to be discreet; he never did. He was smaller in height and build than Toby, but he was without a doubt cute --and he wasn't here to think about Vaughn. (He was beginning to realize that referring to people by their last names helped to distance himself emotionally.))

"Anything particular in mind?"

"Oh I could think of a few things that might peak your interest," he said silkily, taking yet another swig of beer and blinking slowly.

[gabriel]

Gabriel didn't mind the look-over. He knew that he wasn't the best built of guys, but for a seventeen year old boy he wasn't bad off. And, unlike many of the kids at the cancer ward of the hospital, he wasn't terribly skinny and fragile yet. He had his weak moments, but those days he never left the house so no one else could see them. This was not one of those days. He would've given Kyan a look over as well if he hadn't done it on so many previous occasions.

"Oh I could think of a few things that might peak your interest,"

"Among other things, I'm sure," he replied, feeling that things being peaked wouldn't be a problem for either of them at this point. The only question left was if Kyan intended to lead him to the back room or someplace else. Since Kyan was older, and it seemed like he was naturally the more dominant of the two of them, Gabriel decided to let him take the reins on this one.

[Kyan Walker]

Kyan chuckled suggestively at Gabriel's comment, polishing off the rest of his beer. He put it back down on the counter with a dull thunk before turnign back towards Gabriel.

"So let's fuck," Kyan said with laugh, stumbling forward ever so slightly. He quickly turned it into a motion as if he'd meant to head past Gabriel. He turned back around towards him and motioned towards the back room.

He'd done this countless times before, and leading a young man to the backroom was as casual for him as shaking someone's hand for the first time.

[gabriel]

Kyan seemed to have a way with words. The bluntness of his statement didn't deter Gabriel in the slightest. As a matter of fact the younger boy was just happy to be hooking up with someone around his own age. More often than not he ended up with guys who were much older because, simply put, some nights were harder than most and you took what you could get.

Following Kyan into the back the light around them slowly started to dim and the thumpa-thumpa of the music dulled ever so slightly.

[Kyan Walker]

Once Kyan got to the backroom, he turned around to face Gabriel. The music had turned into a sort of dull humming once the thick walls were between them and the dance floor. He noticed a few other poeple back there, one or two of which her recognised.

He smirked as he fumbled with his own zipper. He quickly undid it and slid his pants down his wait a ways, leaning in towards Gabriel to kiss him. His lips pressed into the younger boys forcefully (in a good way though).

He moved back towards the wall a few steps until the other boy was leaning his back against it. He then allowed his fingers to wander to Gabriel's waistline, glancing down as he also unzipped his pants. His eyes made their way to Gabriel's face while a smirk played at his lips. He raised his eyebrows suggestively, and leaned his head down towards Gabriel's neck.

He kissed him again, filling his thoughts with only this moment; driving away all the thoughts of Toby and Andy and their stupid need for commitment. He wasn't going to let that fuck with his getting laid.

[gabriel]

The kiss was forceful and a nice change of pace in Gabriel's night. Maybe coming out wasn't such a waste of time after all. Soon Kyan had Gabe's back against the wall and he wasn't protesting at all. Within moments both of their pants were unzipped, though Kyan's were already sliding down his waist. Gabriel had to shake his hips a little bit to get his to fall down a little, feeling Kyan's warm breath on his neck.

Gabriel thought he sensed some hesitation and made a note of this odd occurance before dipping his head down to catch Kyan's lips in his own once more before he knew they would move on to... other... things.

[Kyan Walker]

Kyan helped Gabriel in getting his pants down, pulling on the sides as the other boy shook his hips. Once the pants were satisfactorily around Gabriel's knees, Gabriel kissed him. Kyan felt himself relax, the same way he'd felt relaxed and content back at the hospital. His eyes flicked open and he pulled away from the kiss, making sure to keep his indifferent smirk on his face at all times.

He flipped Gabriel around so that his back was now facing Kyan. He slid his hands down Gabriel's back, his fingers stopping to curl around the top of Gabriel's underwear. He kissed the curve of the younger boy's neck again.

[gabriel]

Gabriel had, admittedly, been in this position before. While amateurs would move too much and trip themselves up with the restricted movement involved with having one's pants around their knees, Gabriel knew exactly what to do to get into a comfortable position without fumbling. This is something the seventeen-year-old wasn't sure he should know how to do but knew none the less.

They kissed, but it was short lived. Kyan pulled away and at first Gabriel thought he had a far-away look in his eyes, like he was thinking or trying to remember something, but then he flipped him around so that Gabriel was now facing the wall. The touch of fingers on his back caused a pleasant shiver to run down his spine. Then came the moist touch of lips upon his neck, which made him smile.

However, he sensed something was off. Kyan wasn't normally one to linger with the foreplay... the kissing and the gentle touches. The fact that he hesitated before pulling down Gabriel's underwear made him quirk an eyebrow.

"Everything alright?" he asked curiously. There wasn't a whole lot he could do from his compromised position until Kyan made his next move...

[Kyan Walker]

Kyan was trying to be in two places at once, and it wasn't working out for him. He was there physically, but for once his mental status was not simply "full speed ahead." He had been so ceratin that all he wanted to do was go out and fuck some guys brains out tonight. . .

He shook his head as if to literally shake the foggy, uncertain thoughts out of it before looking back at Gabriel. He quickly tugged his underwear down past his ass, which was pale in the darkened room and rather nicely formed he had to admit.

"Everything's fine," he said untruthfully, feeling himself getting hard just looking at the other boy. "Why?"

[gabriel]

Gabriel knew the signs of someone who was preoccupied. His parents were the biggest cases of this in his life, because every time they were talking to him they were thinking about his cancer. It was getting increasingly difficult for him to find someone who didn't have their mind on something other than the conversation -- or action -- they were currently having.

"No reason," Gabriel started, noting the new lack of underwear before continuing anyway. "Just that you seem a little distracted, like something is bothering you. I'd say it was guilt, or remorse, if I didn't know any better.... but if you say everything is fine..."

Gabriel spoke in one of those 'I know you're lying to me and you know that I know, so if you want to tell me fine but if not I'm not going to pry' tones. He'd seen Kyan do enough 'business' back here, or in Babylon in general, that he knew when something was wrong. If there was one skill Gabriel possessed, it was his ability to read people. Of course he didn't want to force Kyan to tell him something he wanted to keep secret, or just didn't want to talk about. That wasn't his place. But even people who just lived for a good fuck had emotions, and if he could help someone out every now and again - make someone else's life a little clearer than his own was becoming - then it would be worth one night of not getting laid. Probably.

((ooc- did that make any sense? I promised I would post for your birthday, though, so here it is!))

[Kyan Walker]

Kyan reached down to his pants to get a condem out of his pocket, he never forgot that no matter how drunk he was. He had just retrieved it and straightened himself up when Gabriel spoke. Guilt? Remorse? Who the hell was Gabriel to tell him what he did or didn't feel? Through his drunken anger some sober thoughts seemed to penetrate to his alcohol addled mind. Gabriel wasn't necessarily trying to piss him off: Kyan was just slightly on edge after his little heart to heart with Ravi earlier.

"I don't have anything to be guilty about," he said tearing the top of the wrapper off. He rolled the latex on and thought about the other thing Gabriel had mentioned. Did he feel. . .remorse? That was unfamiliar territory for him. "And so what if I do have remorse issues?" He sighed, exasperated at himself. "Look, it's complicated all right?"

[gabriel]

Gabriel never cared whether a condom was involved or not. He knew that this was reckless, though is concern when he forgot wasn't for himself but for whoever he was with. It'd been a month or two since he had been tested, but when you found out you were dying from cancer getting AIDS, a disease that would take more years to destroy his system than he had left to live.

"I wasn't saying you did," Gabriel commented, hoping that he hadn't offended Kyan with his assumptions. He had only been trying to help in the event that something had been wrong. "And if you did... I suppose that is your business." The sigh on Kyan's end gave away the fact that something really was bothering him. Something he thought of caused that sigh, something he wasn't admitting either to Gabriel or to himself.

"Alright! I'm sure it's very complicated. I was just saying, if you wanted to talk it out or anything... wouldn't want something like that clouding your judgment." This last bit was accompanied by a sly smirk, since both boys knew full well that if anything was clouding their judgment it would be the alcohol and not some 'complicated remorse issues'. Still...

[Kyan Walker]

Why the hell was Gabriel being so damn understanding right now. Did he not want to have casual meaningless sex? In his drunken state it took Kyan longer than usual to remember that not everyone thought quite like he did. Gabriel was just genuinely good hearted.

Kyan almost laughed at the situation flat out. Here they were, both boys with their pants dropped, and Kyan with a wrapped up hard on and yet they were talking about emotions. He didn't think he could get much more queer than that. This wasn't exactly what he'd planned when he'd staggered down his front steps almost an hour ago, but he could roll with the punches as well as the next fag.

"All right, " he began with a defeated sigh. "Let's say, hypothetically, you were in an open relationship with a guy, ok? And you told him you had feelings for him but didn't know what to do about it. And now the little fucker gets himself a skinny little innocent blond boyfriend and s pings him on you without warning. Wouldn't you be pissed off?"

[gabriel]

"All right, "

Gabriel smiled at the wall, knowing that the situation was indeed ridiculous but that it was still worth a shot. He had never seen Kyan really appear bothered before, so the fact that he was on this night made him curious as to what could be so very wrong. And if he could help, then great. If not, it was worth a try.

"Let's say, hypothetically, you were in an open relationship with a guy, ok? And you told him you had feelings for him but didn't know what to do about it. And now the little fucker gets himself a skinny little innocent blond boyfriend and s pings him on you without warning. Wouldn't you be pissed off?"

"Do you want me to be honest, or tell you what you want to hear?" Gabriel asked smartly. "Would I be pissed off? Maybe a little, but you can't say you weren't asking for it. You know how some fags are -- they want commitment, you say you're not sure, and then they run off and attach themselves to the closest boy who wants to buy them flowers and a ring. But if it really was open, then you can't really blame him for looking elsewhere, can you? Isn't that the definition of open? Free to see other people?"

Gabriel was trying to make Kyan see this from 'the little fucker's' position, whoever he may be, but he was trying to do so without making Kyan angry. He was subtly trying to point out that this was the downfall of an open relationship, that you ran the risk of losing the other person to someone else since you aren't exclusive, but he wanted Kyan to realize that on his own.

((ooc- so, sorry that I lost track of where I was going with that in my head, and it turned into the same two thoughts reworded into about eight different sentences. ^_^))

[Kyan Walker]

"I didn't ask for anything," Kyan fired back, narrowing his eyes to focus on Gabriel in the dim lighting. "He knew what he was getting himself into."

He couldn't see this for what it was: he, Kyan, was in the right. He just knew it. Toby knew what He was like and he'd agreed to have an open relationship anyway. Open relationships meant casual meaningless side projects: not oh hey this is my new boyfriend and I'm moving out of your house.

"He can see all he wants," Kyan muttered bitterly. He knew somewhere way deep down that the arrangement had only been for his benefit. The real problem here was that it had worked out in Toby's favor and not his.

[gabriel]

Gabriel couldn't tell if the narrowing of the eyes was out of hatred or just because of the poor light of the back room. He was willing to bet that it was a healthy mixture of both.

"So, you two decided to have an open relationship, and now he decided he'd rather have a boyfriend. Did he dump you? Or is the boyfriend cool with the open relationship on the side? I mean... I don't know what kind of guy he is, but maybe he just changed his mind and wanted something serious. Do you think maybe he never really wanted an open relationship, but he was just going along with it?"

There was a pause. "Did you try to talk to him about all of this?"

[Kyan Walker]

Gabriel was asking a lot of questions. Questions Kyan didn't think he would like the answers in his current state of mind. Or any state of mind for that matter. He folded his arms across his chest at the mentioning of Andy being all right with the situation.

"No he's some uptight romancing fagot," Kyan muttered bitterly. "I fucked him once and he wanted to date me. He's looking for a boyfriend." As Gabriel mentioned Toby never wanting the open relationship Kyan's face started to slip back into it's usual impassive nature (only just slightly.) Damn, he needed another beer. "Well then he shouldn't have fucking agreed to it in the first place."

"Did you try to talk to him about all of this?"

Kyan let out a short laugh at this. He leaned against the wall beside Gabriel, despite his pants being around his ankles. Talk to Toby? Was he nuts? Even he knew that sort of thing was beyond his emotional capacity. Talking it out was for queers who had nothing better to do than obsess over feelings. He sighed, who was he to judge when here he was talking about relationships in the backroom.

"No," he admitted. "Not that it matters."

[gabriel]

Gabriel knew that he wasn't the one who should be pointing out to Kyan that Toby had obviously felt pressured into entering their 'open relationship', probably out of fear of losing Kyan if he had disagreed with the idea. Hopefully Kyan would realize it on his own, because the last thing Gabe wanted to do was preach to him, or point out the obvious. At least, what seemed obvious to him.

"To hell with the romantics!" Was all Gabriel said, though he didn't mind the romantics. Knowing that he would most likely be dead within the next two years at best, Gabriel didn't really have time for romantics. It would never lead to anything but heartbreak for whoever was unfortunate enough to be on the other end of the relationship, and he just couldn't do that to someone else. In a way, that made him very romantic, though.

The laugh at his suggestion of talking to Toby about things just reassured him that Kyan hadn't really thought all of this through before. "Sure it doesn't... though I'm not sure Toby really knows what he did here," Gabriel pointed out. "Maybe if you just talked with him, no one would be bitter or misunderstood about the uptight romancing faggot thing..."

Gabriel felt as though this would be the last piece of advice he could sneak into the conversation without Kyan shutting him out completely, so he figured it was better than nothing. That poor Toby kid probably had no idea what he had gotten himself into.

[Kyan Walker]

Talk to Toby about it? Talk to. . .it was such a simple solution really. Just tell Toby that he thought he was being a twat about the whole thing and see where things went from there. He'd never had problems with confrontations before. . .of course he usually didn't care so much about things before either. But that was neither her nor there. Here was Gabriel with an easy solution to his problem.

"You know what? I'll fucking try it," he said with a smirk. "Talking. .. I mean there's a first time for everything, right?" He let out a soft chuckle. This had to be the booze, he'd consumed more tonight than he had in a while. He pause for a moment and cleared his throat. "Uh thanks," he almost grunted to Gabe.

He leaned over and caught the younger boys lips in a kiss, biting on them a little bit, but not hurting him at all. His tongue wondered into Gabriel's mouth before he opened his own again and kissed him more forcefully. He pulled away, taking off the condom and sliding his pants back up his thighs. He tossed the unused latex into a nearby bin and turned back around to look at Gabe.

"If anyone asks," he said, only slurring ever so slightly. "I fucked your brains out."

[gabriel]

Gabriel was surprised that Kyan agreed to talk to Toby. He had been expecting something less agreeable, such as a sarcastic remark or even, if he was drunk enough, a slap in the face for just having the audacity to tell Kyan Walker what to do with his 'relationship'... or current lack thereof.

"Good. Maybe it'll work! Who knows?" Gabriel laughed as well. "You're--" he started, but never got the chance to finish the 'welcome' as Kyan caught his lips in one swift motion. Damn, he was good. As they shared one last exchange Gabriel couldn't help but wonder how things were going to pan out with Kyan and Toby, even though he barely knew Kyan and didn't know Toby at all. Perhaps he'd see Kyan around again and ask him.

"--welcome," he finished after his mouth was freed.

"If anyone asks, I fucked your brains out."

Gabriel laughed and nodded. "Of course," he replied, unable to wipe the half-drunken smile off of his face.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

((MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!))


So Desmond had cheated on Josh, he and Josh fought, Desmond tried to kill himself, him and Josh made up, him and Josh fought and broke up with Josh storming out of the house, after weeks Desmond ran into Josh because of an odd coincidence, they fucked, got back together, then broke up again and Josh left the city. Needless to say, Desmond was a little emotionally distressed, OH YEAH. It was started to become a bit much for the eighteen year old to handle with out the help of alcohol. He had considered the old suicide route again, but decided against it when he remembered how upset and even angry some of his family and friends had been. So, the less deadly option was drinking. He couldn't drink at home because of the minor obstacle of his parents being there, so the next best place was Babylon! At least at Babylon he could drink and look up some hot guys.

It didn't take very long at the club for Desmond to have worked up a good buzz . . . or be totally wasted The bartenders would card of course, but it only took a little bribe to forget proper arithmetic. Desmond stayed at the bar so he could get quick refills and soon enough his forehead was down against the cold surface of the bar counter. He turned his head so his warm cheek could get a bit of relief on the cool surface, when he noticed two familiar people, one of which was quickly leaving. He didn't have time to register who the departing male was, but sure knew who the other boy was.

"Hey!" Desmond called drunkenly as he picked up his head, "I know y-you! Y-you're that fucker from the janitor's closet! I-It's your fucking fault all this shit started happening!" Desmond, in his drunken state, had no idea how vague he was being; most drunk people don't.