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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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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. ]

Got it.

[Gross? Ren absolutely loves jerky, so it takes him a minute to keep his mouth from watering over how much Cain grabs. Venturing away from Cain, it's not surprising when he comes back with some drinks (some of which are just plain water,) condoms, lube, and tampons, and sets them in the basket.

[There's an impish look in his gaze, and then off he goes to grab more drinks for them. After all, boxes are pretty bulky and he can only carry so much.]

[ he smirks, giving Ren a lingering look before he heads over to the freezers to grab an ice cream—just two, it's not like they can keep that shit cold. and given that they're stocked up enough to actually make a camping trip interesting, he drops the basket on the counter for the cashier to begin ringing up.

and then he adds in some gum. and cigarettes. and some other random shit just because why not. ]

[The last bit of random shit he grab alongside the drinks is just a pair of travel toothbrushes and toothpaste. Because fuck going without those.

[Ren's touch is brief and feather-light, but it most definitely is from groping him in passing, all the while pretending that he hasn't done anything at all. The very tiny smile on his face, however, probably gives him away.]

[ good thing the cashier isn't paying enough attention to them to see the wolfish grin Cain gives Ren in response, tip of his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth and dashing across his upper lip. poor bastard's just trying to ring up Too Much Stuff, all of which amounts to something like a hundred bucks.

Cain just tosses a wad of bills onto the counter and grabs their bags, slinging them in the crooks of his arms and wrists. ]

Think we're good to go.

[ so he heads back to the van, hopping into the back to better situate what's going on between things that are food, not food, and for sex. ]

Whaddya want? There're sandwiches and a ton of snacks.

[ When Ren's inside he pulls the doors closed, reclining like a cat back on one of the pillows as he rips open some jerky. ]

[Well, his boxers are a little less comfortable now. Unable to stop from blushing, Ren follows Cain back into the van and situates near him, taking a moment to immediately steal a chunk of jerky out of Cain' bag, and then settles back a bit to get comfortable, using another pillow so he can comfortably slouch.]

I'm not too picky. But my mouth's been watering since you grabbed this.

[Since it's a fairly large piece, he tears it in half and stuffs one half of it into his mouth. He groans in bliss.]

Mmmh~, I missed this. I got to taste one piece a few years ago, but not at all since then.

[He wriggles a bit to try to pull a bottle of water closer to himself with his feet, fails, and then sits up to do so properly. He proceeds to slouch again.]

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[ he laughs, gnawing on his own piece. ]

Yeah? Eat as much as you want. I'm not gonna tell ya no.

[ grabbing a bottle of soda for himself, he cracks that open and takes a nice swig. soda and jerky—obviously the dinner of champions. and failed kidnappers.

this isn't bad. no stress from the boss (outside being found and shot), no jobs, just... doing whatever the fuck he wants. eating jerky in the back of a van. he should have ditched a long time ago. but hey, it's never really that easy.

swallowing another piece, he stretches out, ]

Fuckkk. I'm getting too comfortable, I'm not gonna wanna keep driving.

Too comfy, huh? Sorry. I'd drive if I knew how.

[Ren watches him stretch out more, and he wriggles closer. Their bodies are almost touching.]

M'not sure about you, but cold things tend to wake me up. Wanna tackle that ice cream together in a bit?

[Honestly, being exposed to all of this new-ish food has him fairly alert and excited. The smile he directs at Cain is particularly gentle, however.]

Sure.

[ he bows his head onto the pillow, looking up at Ren from beneath his bangs. ]

It ain't gonna last too long, so we'll have to eat it soon.

[ honestly, he's not even sure what flavors he grabbed, but he's not exactly picky. his preference for desserts are... less sweet, more bodily. ]

And then... I guess we'll go, yeah?

Yeah, sounds good.

[He abandons the jerky for a sandwich, and pulls the ice cream closer to them. He's not too picky, either. Sweet is sweet. For the moment, Ren is content to eat in silence, focused on satisfying his own appetite. Even so, it's not long before he pokes at the desserts, grabbing the one that's apparently mint flavored with chunks of chocolate in it and immediately unwrapping it.]

[ Cain watches while Ren unwraps the ice cream, gaze flicking between Ren's face and the ice cream. ]

Hey. You should feed me.

[ Pointing to his mouth, he waits, watching expectantly. ]

Okay?

Eh? Are your arms dead already from feeding yourself?

[Ren arches an eyebrow at Cain, but he moves closer still, taking the wrapper off completely. Just to be cheeky, he licks some of the treat, making a point to take his time to drag his tongue along its surface.]

I dunno, this one's pretty tasty....

[ noooooo. he makes a face, twisting his mouth into a pout. ]

Don't be a tease.

[ he pushes himself up... only to drop himself back down on Ren's lap. ]

Share!

[Ren makes a strange squeaking sound as Cain lands right on his (decidedly, fairly plush) lap, looking at him for a moment like he's speaking some foreign language that he can't make out.

[He huffs in the end, and, briefly entertaining the thought of planting the treat square on Cain's forehead, simply lowers it to his level so he can lick it.]

Fine.

[It's not like sharing like this grosses him out, anyway.]

[ this is an A+ lap. he'll make it his, he thinks. just as good (if not better) than a pillow!

Cain obviously doesn't seem to care about sharing this way. leaning up, he licks, enjoying the coolness against his tongue. but the second lick is slower, more deliberate, as he looks up at Ren through half-lidded eyes.

once he's finished he runs his tongue over his lips. ]

Not bad.

[Ren pretends to be vexed by it, for just a second, a muscle in his thigh giving a minute flex, and then he deliberately licks over where Cain's tongue just touched.]

Indirect kisses like this aren't so bad, either.

[He takes another few licks off of it, and then once more brings it to Cain's level. All the while, he's ignoring how affected he is by this as much as possible.]

No, [ he agrees before giving the ice cream another lick himself. this time, much less delicate, using the flat of his tongue to get a long full taste.

smacking his lips, he nods his chin up, ]

Not so bad.

[ leaning up again, it's like he's going to take another lick of the ice cream, but he changes direction and presses his lips against Ren's instead. a lingering kiss, one he pulls back from with a laugh. ]

... But direct is better.

[Ren lets out a soft noise in his throat, cheeks flushed and his gaze darkened in interest. His heart thumps loudly in his ears, breath catching as heat pools low in his gut.]

Hmmmh, agreed.

[Hopefully Cain doesn't mind when he moves the ice cream out of the way so he can kiss him back.]

[ considering he meets that kiss and kisses right back again, he doesn't seem to mind at all.

especially not when he's reaching up to press his hand against Ren's neck, sliding fingers just underneath his jaw while they do.

Ren tastes like ice cream. fuck, it's pretty good. he likes eating ice cream better this way. ]

[Ren's mouth is also slightly chilly from it, too. He groans softly at him, pressing gently against his hand in enjoyment. Shyly, he seeks out Cain's tongue properly, wanting to feel him more in what little ways Cain will allow.

[In the back of his mind, he worries that they might get too carried away, but the pursuit of immediate reward drowns it out for the moment. Kissing him, right now, feels even more gratifying than the ice cream in his hand, too.]

[ would that really be so bad? getting carried away.

when Ren seeks out his tongue he parts his lips, letting the younger man in while teasing with his own. slow, exploring, the soft sound of wet mouths meeting and rubbing against each other. plus the slight stickiness from the ice cream.

in the kiss he makes a noise of enjoyment, a short vibration from his throat. ]

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Welp, I just broke my feels today playing an old JRPG. And then my game froze.

ahaha oh no!! that sucks