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More than just a job

MORE THAN JUST A JOB

It's only business, nothing personal...at least, that's how it started. You were pegged as the right one for a job that involves this person; your task could be positive, such as protecting them with their consent or without it, guiding them from point a to point b, and the like - or, as seedier transactions tend to go, it could be negative. You have to take them back to a place they really don't want to return to, you have to be a jailor, or you even have to be their assassin. At the very least, helping or hurting, you'll be compensated generously (by money or, you know, by not being killed off). And that was all that mattered.

Until they mattered.

They could have shown you something you never knew existed in the world or in yourself. They could have done any number of things, yet they've won you and your feelings over. Your priorities just may shift because of this, but will their view of you do the same as soon as they learn why you were around them in the first place? For your own gain? Will they be able to forgive you?

Even if they can, will they be able to see you the way you see them?

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[ while Ren was on the phone he set up the back of the truck, throwing the blanket and pillows out to make what could pass for a bed. it wasn't likely that they'd be hitting up any rooms or hotels anytime soon; if only the mattress could fit, but it's too big.

frankly, he thinks he did a pretty good job, looking at the plush blanket and pillows thrown about. not too shabby. better than sleeping on a bench, anyway.

sure, he overhears bits of the conversation. how could he not? and he's leaning against the truck when Ren finishes, arms crossed. ]

That's a rite of passage, you know.

[ or so he guesses. he didn't know his, but it seems like... the right thing to say? maybe? ]

So how're you feeling?

I-I don't know....

[He's still shaking, too. He takes a slow breath, and then another.]

...I don't know why I was expecting anything different.

[Expression twisting in a grimace, he stretches his legs a bit in an effort to stop them from shaking.]

I do know that even though there's more I wish I could say, they wouldn't hear it. So I guess this is as good as it gets.

And... that's fine.

[Still unsettled, Ren gives Cain a small, but grateful smile.]

Shall we?

Yeah. Let's get outta here before— [ someone shows up to shoot them? uh... actually, maybe he won't mention that part ] well, you know. Let's just go.

[ he swings open the driver's door, dropping into the seat and checking his mirrors. ]

If you want, you can always write them a letter or something. If you wanted to.

[ a n y w a y ]

Look! I made a bed.

[ he gestures to the back of the truck. so classy!!! ]

[Nodding a bit, he climbs in to the passenger side, only to look back while he's buckling in in order to see the bed. He laughs, just a little, but it's a warm sound rather than anything intended to be mocking.]

Looks great.

[He turns forward again, and leans back against the seat.]

Anyway, my folks are the type to only hear what they want to. So. Even a letter wouldn't help. And clue-by-fours bounce right off their heads.

Just... no one likes feeling like someone they love goes missing. So this way, I'm not "missing".

[ he starts the truck, glancing into the rearview mirror as he backs out of the spot, driving away from the building. there's no particular destination in mind other than away; south, maybe. ]

All right.

[ Cain supposes he'll believe Ren, if he says that's true. he's not calling anyone. doesn't need to. ]

You can forget about them, then. Where should we go now?

[Ren wonders why Cain is even asking him that, though he appreciates the thought.] I don't even know where we are. I've only ever been able to travel on foot, and not far.

So anywhere's fine. It'll all be new to me, anyway.

[He manages a soft smile in an attempt to soften his words.]

Anywhere where your boss might not immediately think to look, too.

[ he shrugs, pulling onto a highway so they can get the fuck outta there. ]

Never know with that guy. And what, you never even heard of anywhere? Shit.

[ making a face, he leans his head back against the headrest. ] First, I wanna get some damn food, once we're far away enough. Otherwise, I guess I'll just drive until I'm tired, and then we'll pull over and get some actual sleep.

[ as good a plan as any. ]

At most I can point out some countries on a map. But anything local is out of my league.

[Ren draws a breath, a little unsettled with his memories.]

I was never allowed to go far. What use is going out and meeting people or learning how to drive when you're just going to have the same place of death as the place you were born?

But... food actually sounds pretty nice. Oh, and, uh... I'm kind of... clingy, in my sleep.

[His cheeks turned the slightest bit pink.]

So, I'm apologizing ahead of time in case it bothers you.

Mm?

[ he glances at Ren before turning his eyes back to the road. ]

Shit, I'm probably worse than you are. You'll have to kick me away.

[ with his tone he probably sounds like he's... kidding... but he's not. he likes close proximity when he sleeps; likes touching in general. physical is where it's at. ]

I don't sleep alone if I can help it.

I'll only push you if I have to. But from the sound of that, I don't think that'll be necessary.

Then again, I've only been able to sleep alone. But I'm willing to bet that cuddling you is more satisfying than a pillow.

[He lets out a quiet, mischievous chuckle.]

In hindsight, how easily you picked me up was pretty amazing.

[In the good way, of course. Then again, he's tiny, so he's not too surprised, either, that Cain was able to lift him so.]

Amazing?

[ he grins, laughing a little too. speeding up, he heads down an intersection that's pretty bare—no one's really traveling this way, this time of night. which is good. they'll probably come across one of those stop and pee lots soon. ]

I can do a lot more than that.

[ suggestive? definitely. ]

You're not heavy, either.

That's just because I'm tiny.

[Ren makes a face, but then loses his composure and snickers.]

I imagine you can.

[Suggestive, right back at him. Just because he said he doesn't fuck on the first date doesn't mean he can't reciprocate some teasing.]

I'd say more, but you're driving, so I doubt you'd appreciate getting... distracted, since we just headed out.

Shit, you're thoughtful.

[ like... he could just masturbate while he drives if he had to, but that might make a first date just a little awkward. so he keeps that thought to himself, pressing on the gas and hitting a nice 65. ]

We've got all night. Or at least a few hours until I need to sleep.

[Ren notices the increase in speed and he squirms a little, but doesn't fuss over it (it's so FAST!!!) and just manages to hum as nonchalantly as possible.]

Fair call.

[Discomfort over such a high speed aside, Ren honestly would only panic if Cain jerked off while driving. But, as it is, such a concept doesn't even occur to him.

[So, oblivious to that, he finds himself idly trying to undress Cain with his eyes. Well, from the hips up, and he ignores the warmth building up in his body.]

I like to at least try to fall asleep before 2am, myself.

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[ Cain glances at the radio clock on the dashboard. The sun only set a little while ago: 8:20 pm. ]

Got some time before then. No traffic anyway, so we can get some distance before it's too late.

[ glancing at one of the billboards, he offers Ren another grin. ] And it looks like there's a stopover ahead. Fuck yeah! We can stock up on some food and shit.

[Ren isn't sure if it's a bad thing that aside from food and drinks, and maybe some toilet paper, he wonders if it'll have condoms or not. It's a little difficult not to squirm at the path his thoughts are going (especially at how Cain's grinning - damn is he fine.) But, there's a practical reason, too: to help minimize any messes.]

Sounds good.

[He's trying not to blush too much as he peers back at Cain again.]

...D'ya mind, if... uh.

[He's utterly failing at keeping his blushing at bay.]

...we grab.. condoms, if they sell them?

Mm?

[ his eyes flick to Ren and then back to the road quickly, following a curve that'll allow them to hit that 7-11 and gas station in the stopover. ]

... Oh? [ the grin turns into a smirk and he tilts his head, hair brushing his shoulder. what have you been thinking about, Ren? not that Cain's gonna complain. ] Yeah? Sure. Long as they're not gonna go to waste.

I-- don't imagine they would.

[Cain's hot so sue him. Not that he'd only bang him for that. There's more to it than that.]

Just-- if we're gonna be on the road a lot, it... makes sense to be able to contain a mess. Right?

[He's not sure how to broach the topic, though. About the fact that once the clothes come off, Cain will be able to see everything. His fingers fidget on his lap.]

Guess so.

[ he's got a point there—it's not like a hotel room where they can just leave the sheets for someone else to deal with. and they have to drive in the van. honestly, the idea doesn't really bother Cain, but he can see the logic. ]

We can pick up whatever you think we'll need.

[ easing the car to slow, he pulls into the lot, driving toward the 7-11 in the distance. ]

I've got some cash and a card, so money isn't really a problem for now.

I'll keep that in mind.

...

[Once they've pulled up into a parking space, Ren reaches out to grab Cain's forearm, a rather uncomfortable, downright look on his face.]

B-before that, I-- feel like I should be forthright with you, but this isn't easy to say. However, depending on how long we'll be on the road in the long-term, it's... necessary.

And I don't... want you to find out at some point with no warning, and... I don't know, get disgusted with me. But I already like being around you and... god....

[His grip is shaking just the slightest bit.]

So, I'll... I'll just state it plainly.

[Taking a slow breath, Ren leveled Cain with an uneasy expression. One by one, his muscles tense up, as if preparing to fight or flee.]

I'm... physically female.

Ha?

[ he's obviously a little confused while Ren tries to draw that whole spiel out, watching with a raised eyebrow and tilting his head. find out? what? get disgusted? but it's apparently enough to make Ren shake. tense.

and when he speaks, Cain's not really sure how to answer. it's not like he hasn't heard of it before. he purses his lips like he's going to ask something serious, a crease forming across his forehead. ]

... So we gotta stock up on tampons and shit? I don't know nothin' about that.

[And in the light of such a... plain question, Ren lets out a slightly giddy, relieved laugh.]

D-don't worry about that. I.. know what I need.

[He's still shaking a little, but he's also still laughing. He lets go of Cain's arm on order to set both hands in his lap, absently wiping his slightly sweaty palms off on his pants.]

Shit. That's the first answer I've heard that doesn't make me want to cringe or cry.

[Brace yourself Cain, because as soon as he undoes his seat belt, he's in for a hug.]

So.. thanks....

[ h... ug?? well, he's not used to those. so he's a little at a loss as to what he should do—but ah, fuck it. he returns it lightly, brushing Ren's hair back with a hand while he presses a kiss against his forehead. there's no real reason for his doing that. impulse. just felt like it.]

You don't gotta thank me for that.

[ you do you, bro. fuck other people. as long as he doesn't have to choose between absorbent tampons and super absorbent tampons, he doesn't care. ]

[Now Ren can say that his heart is pounding for an entirely different reason. He lets out a soft giggle, and in return, kisses Cain's cheek. The urge to thank him again wells up, but he ignores it.]

It... felt impolite not to.

But uh, this topic was why I said I don't... fuck on the first date. So, I think, for you, I can lift that restriction.

Think of it like dessert?

[Smiling cheekily, he starts to pull away so they can get their supply run over with.]

[ !! ]

Yeah? I still want ice cream too, though.

[ he unbuckles too, hopping out of the van and slamming the door shut.

thankfully the 7-11 is empty aside from a really, really bored looking cashier flipping through a magazine. ]

We should stock up on food that doesn't need to be cold, [ he comments, grabbing a basket and throwing some bags of jerky inside. sure, shit's gross, but sometimes you just gotta gnaw on meat. napkins, chips, sandwiches, he's just... tossing whatever he feels like in there. ]

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