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[4/25/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] *Garrett arrives in Boston, and Dodger picks him up from the hospital. Later they discuss CBT.
[5/26/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] Coyote contacts Garrett, warns him about Dodger, and offers a few resources if he needs an escape.
[5/28/21 - DAY 2 (4/26)] Garrett and Dodger argue about Dodger refusing to defuse his door bombs. Later, Dodger tries bottoming and Garrett gets a chastity device.
[6/22/21 - DAY 3 (4/27)] Garrett earns his way out of the cock cage with knifeplay. Dodger leaves afterward and comes back bruised and bloody.
- Dodger carves a protection rune into Garrett's chest.
- Dodger bottoms again, featuring post-orgasm torture.
[7/16/21 - DAY 4 (4/28)] *Garrett wakes Dodger up with sex. Dodger is a big bossy brat and proceeds to prematurely ejaculate.
- Dodger tries to answer his phone mid-sex.
- They argue about adopting out the dogs.
- Dodger introduces the demon fleshlight. It spirals into violent, bloody sex.
- They have an after-sex feelings jam, and softer aftercare sex.
[8/3/21 - DAY 17 (5/11)] Garrett blindfolds Dodger and tops him to handle the frustration of being caged.
- Dodger starts up a struggle for dominance halfway through, and wins.
- Afterward, Dodger teases Garrett briefly before they have sex in the shower.
- Garrett safe-words during sex, and they pivot to softer (?) sex in bed, before Dodger locks Garrett in the closet overnight.
[8/4/21 - DAY 15? (5/9)] Garrett meets Marina, and introduces her to Max.
[8/19/21 - DAY 18 (5/12)] Dodger wakes Garrett up with gender-swapped sex, although he really overshot the 'kink' factor of the closet.
- They talk briefly about Garrett's new apartment, and Dodger changes the subject by inviting him on a coffee date.
- Garrett gets restless, and Dodger takes him on an impromptu trip into rural Mass. On the way Garrett heals Dodger's wrist scars.
- Dodger screws Garrett against the hood of a rental car he stole at gunpoint.
[9/2/21 - DAY 20 (5/14)] Garrett and Coyote talk about job-hunting, and Coyote updates him on Marina and Max.
[9/14/21 - DAY 21 (5/15)] Dodger pushes Garrett into gender-swapping, so he can take her out to dinner and be lovey in public.
- Dodger starts fingering Garrett under the table during dinner, and slips in a little of his feeder kink.
- They screw in the car on the way home, and keep going at home. Dodger tries out tail-fucking Garrett.
[10/6/21 - DAY 29 (5/23)] Garrett sees texts from Jason on Dodger's phone, and they argue after both taking truth serum.
- They discuss Garrett's suicide, and Dodger shares his fears about it. They also talk about therapy for Dodger.
- They argue about Dodger's drive to keep Garrett locked away for his own safety. Garrett leaves to move into his new apartment.
- Garrett texts Coyote the next morning to talk about possibly working for Dana's group.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] Garrett meets Dana, they briefly discuss his new job and then go off to spar together.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] *Garrett and Dodger sext to smooth over the rough night before.
- Dodger agrees for Garrett to meet his friends, and talks a bit about them and his role at Atlas.
- Garrett doms Dodger, until Dodger uses his safeword.
- They discuss the sex contract again, and get worked up enough to go back to screwing.
[11/12/21 - DAY 57 (6/20)] Dodger takes Garrett on a plane ride to meet Augustine in New York.
[AUGUSTINE - 1/17/22 - DAY 57 (6/20)] *Dodger and Garrett meet up with Augustine, who feels Garrett up before dismissing her for their business meeting.
- Afterward, Augustine catches them being cute at the hotel bar.
- They meet up with Scotty and Jazzlyn at a fancy Chinese restaurant.
- Dodger has to step out after Scotty and Jazzlyn leave, leaving Garrett alone with Augustine.
- They go back to their hotel room, and have make-up sex with a vibrator involved.
- Garrett heals Dodger's back scars, and they talk about his tattoos. Garrett marks his territory.
[2/1/22 - DAY 58 (6/21)] Dodger and Garrett head home from New York, screw on a plane and then again at home.
[PALO - 2/11/22 - DAY 75-76 (7/8-7/9)] Dodger finally introduces Garrett to his friends, so they can do coke and play Poker.
- Palo corners Garrett to be territorial over Dodger.
- Dodger and friends start betting on who gets to use Garrett's mouth. Palo nearly kills Garrett, twice.
- The next morning, Dodger does his best to make up for the night before, with romance and foreplay.
- Dodger almost immediately ruins it by going fully overboard with 'kink'.
- Garrett gets his revenge by topping Dodger, and afterward they argue about Dodger not being able to admit he fucked up.
[BREAK-UP - 3/24/22 - DAY 83 (7/16)] Dodger takes Garrett out to eat, but gets interrupted by a run-in with Dana.
[3/29/22 - DAY 80 (7/13)] Dodger and Garrett get into an argument over text, after which Dodger gets drunk and rapes him.

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Garrett's eyes cast down to the floor for a moment before flicking back up to meet the other's. It's obvious that Dodger is trying. He's trying, and Garrett has a hard time resisting those eyes.

"Can you pet me and call me a good boy?"

He plays it off like a smartass remark.

The request pulls a small smirk onto Dodger's face. It might sound like a quip, but he knows Garrett really does like it.

"We both know you're a good boy." He reaches up to scritch behind Garrett's ear. "Come on, let's finish the movie."

Garrett nods and follows Dodger back into the bedroom. Once in bed, he arranges himself so he's very easy to pet, with his head on Dodger's chest. It's cozy, comforting, and safe. It also gives him easy access to the thin scattering of chest hair that he likes to toy with idly in his fingers while they cuddle, and soothes the sad loneliness in his heart.

"This is the part where you should say nice things about me," he says firmly, once more framing an emotional need like a quip. "Talk about feelings or tell me I'm pretty. Tell me how amazing I am. I did like that shining light stuff from before."

Dodger happily curls up around Garrett, running his fingers through his lover's hair and warming his skin to feel more comforting. He does want to make Garrett happy, to make this work. He just wishes he didn't need the instructions.

"Followed by the part where you make some dumbass remark to hide how you feel about it."

He takes a breath, melting contentedly into the magnolia and sandalwood, the blend of cinnamon and the undercurrent of Garrett.

"You're... gorgeous. I love that you don't back down from anything, you always want to try new things and push through to the end. I like that you... still trust me, after everything. I don't think I would've made it this long without you."

Garrett sighs contentedly at the touching, a purr rumbling deep in his chest. There's a safety and a kindness here that he never would have expected to find in this particular man's arms, but he certainly won't complain about having it.

And true to Dodger's words, he does have to fight the urge to hide or brush off how the affection makes him feel. Instead of a dumbass remark, though, he settles for a small sound of pleasure and burying his face in Dodger's chest to conceal a stupid smile.

"For the record, I don't know why I trust you," he says unnecessary. He's still playing with Dodger's chest hair, tracing patterns on his chest and drawing a finger lightly over the sun-shaped medallion. "But I know I wouldn't have survived last summer without you, and I know I'd be dead or in jail here."

"That's alright. I'm not trustworthy... But I'm trying to be. I told you before and I stand by it - I want to be someone worthy of you."

He really doesn't want to think about last summer. But it is true, that Garrett really needed him and Dodger had done his best to help.

He glances down, and covers Garrett's hand with his own, guiding it away from the medallion.

"I love you, y'know. Dumb jokes and all."

Garrett's eyes linger on the medallion. In trying to divert his attention away from the thing, Dodger has succeeded only in capturing it. He does look up at Dodger, though his mind still lingers.

"I love you too." Hesitation. "Can I show you something?"

Without waiting for an answer, Garrett sits up a little and takes the heavy copper star medallion around his neck. With a deft little bit of handiwork, he presses the middle in just so and manages to rotate something, coaxing it somehow to open- revealing the medallion to actually be a locket. From it a few things pour out into his hand- tiny little things that look like tiny little loops of thread or tufts of... hair?

Upon closer inspection - black, gray, salt-and-pepper - yes, they are hair. One is very short and black, another a little longer and black. One is salt-and-pepper, one gray, one blonde. There's a tiny little loop of gray-and-black curl and, last of all - something he handles with the utmost care - a tiny little tuft of brown. All the locks of hair are stuck together and preserved with what looks like resin, to keep them pristine and safe.

As he sets each one down, he names them: "Bethany, Carver, Father, Mother."

Which still leaves the blonde, the curl, and the brown.

Edited 2021-08-02 02:39 (UTC)

Dodger sits up a bit to watch Garrett open the locket, and he tips his head as Garrett introduces the hair. Some part of him thinks it's a bit weird to keep hair in a necklace, but he can't complain, can he? He still has a box under his bed full of his mother's belongings.

"Leonard, Barry, and...?"

It feels a bit loaded to have named them. But he's studying Garrett's face more than the hair, silently wondering what's happening in the older man's mind.

"Anders."

Somehow, it doesn't bother him that Dodger knew what Leonard's hair looked like, or that Leonard existed at all. The stalking feels expected.

"Our roommate gave him a haircut two days before he disappeared from Zhautas, the first other-world I was in. I found this on the floor, and... after that, I took from Barry and Leonard when things were serious enough that I wanted a way to remember them if I ever lost them."

He glances up at Dodger, expression utterly inscrutable.

"They never even knew that it opens."

Dodger chews his lip for a moment, silently processing it for a bit. More than anything, what surprises him is that Garrett has done this without the other parties knowing. It seems too underhanded for him, but everyone is full of surprises.

"Don't put my hair in there." He speaks quietly, picking his words carefully. "I don't want you to fall apart the way you did for everyone else. If something happens to me, I-... I don't want you to fall apart again."

Garrett's brows crinkle in a disbelieving look, as if it's a ridiculous thing to say.

"You of all people should know- once someone is one of "my people," it never really stops." He starts to put the little locks of hair back one at a time, and quietly closes the locket again. It snaps back as if it never opened at all, leaving no trace it was ever anything more than a medallion. "Once I let someone in, that's it. When I love someone, it's sort of forever, in one way or another."

Dodger lets out a quiet, long-suffering sigh through his nose. He doesn't have an argument for that because yeah, he knows exactly how loyal Garrett is. Loyalty to the point of fault and pain.

"You're too good for me." He leans forward to press a kiss to Garrett's lips. "I'm serious, though. I don't want you to get hurt."

Garrett leans up to return it, quiet and sincere. When it's done, he stays close to enjoy the intimacy.

"Then don't hurt me," he says softly. It sounds deceptively simple, doesn't it?

There's a quiet hurt that slips into Dodger's eyes, at that seemingly simple statement. He doesn't seem to react, but the defeat rolls in like a wave. It would be so easy for someone else. It is the hardest thing anyone could ask of Dodger.

Rather than answer, he just kisses Garrett again. Soft at first, but underlined by a desperation that slowly threatens to take hold of him. A sincere need to get out of his own head.

Immediately, Garrett sees that he misstepped. It makes sense, of course- with who Dodger is as a person, of course he would feel beaten-down by such a simple statement. It might be a pure red flag, but there's also other things at play here, and Garrett can feel them coming through in the desperation of that kiss.

He lets it go on for a little while, though he determinedly keeps the pace slow and soft. When he thinks things are getting too much, he stops and gazes into those green eyes, taking Dodger's face in his massive hands.

"I'm not the only one dropping, am I? Talk to me. What we did messed you up a bit, didn't it? Even though we had fun?"

He struggles just a bit when Garrett stops their kkss, still seeking an escape before he submits to being pulled back into the conversation. There's a moment of hesitation, but there's no good reason to hide it. He nods.

"I've never gone that far with anyone. Not without killing them." In light of everything, it's a difficult statement to get out and his words stumble out awkwardly. "It was hot... I thought you'd back off sooner, I was ready to stop when you needed me to, and then..."

He chews his lip, his gaze faltering for a moment before he kisses Garrett for confidence.

"...I stopped thinking. About anything. I could have killed you. And I kept..." Another hesitation, "...I kept fading. It felt like if I didn't keep looking at you, I'd forget who I was."

Edited 2021-08-02 04:47 (UTC)

Garrett keeps petting Dodger's cheek while the young man talks, taking in the sight of him and how shifty he clearly is. The first parts are all understandable, and none too surprising- that he'd never gone so far before, that he thought Garrett would stop, that it was still hot.

That he lost himself. Disturbing, perhaps, a little- but surprising? No. The last bit is the only part to give him pause.

"Don't you take medication for that?" he asks earnestly, thinking about the glowing blue pills in the bathroom. "They're supposed to anchor you here."

Dodger wilts a little at that, his gaze falling to the sheets even as he snuggles in closer.

"I forget them. Pretty often."

He should have taken them while they were in the bathroom, but he didn't. In any case, he isn't supposed to take them again until the morning. Maybe he should have just taken something for the headache.

"It's the blood. The excitement. I don't know." He shrugs awkwardly. "My head's just cracked and sometimes I just... can't control myself. I just want to rip things apart."

"Jamie," he chides softly, gently flicking Dodger on the nose. "You know better than that. Do we have to get one of those pill organizers again?"

Like they used in Stepford. Strange memories.

The rest... he just shrugs. Garrett understands, kind of. In a way. The way blood can take over a man's higher senses and wipe out thought, and how terrifyingly easy it can be to lose oneself in an animalistic frenzy. For him it's always associated with fighting, never sex, but he can definitely see how it would transfer, especially in someone so damaged as Dodger.

"I don't know, though." He sounds thoughtful. "Even towards the end, you backed off when I asked you to be gentler. I think if I had used the safeword, you would have stopped."

"Maybe." He laughs wryly. "Or I can just have you remind me."

It's some attempt at a joke, one that Dodger isn't laughing at. It's the rest of it that is really more important, and his face reddens a bit more as Garrett speaks.

"I hope so." He shifts, tipping Garrett onto his back so Dodger can slide on top of him and lay on his chest. "I want to do something like it again. Just not for a while. I want to just... go slow with you next time."

That might be the first time he's ever shown interest in anything except fast, violent sex.

Garrett settles down onto his back and puts his arms around Dodger, to gather him close. It isn't quite the cozy, safe burrowing he'd wanted, but holding Dodger is still pretty great. It's still nice to have someone so warm and solid in his arms- such a change from the small, slight people he's always held before.

"Me too," he says softly. "Maybe some day that toy can be something slow, if we're ever up for it. Next time, though... for a while, I think it'd be better to not be quite so... bloody. Or crazy. It was a lot to deal with."

It's still hard to beat back the weird, empty sadness from it.

"I'd like to just... feel good for a while. No getting hurt."

"No getting hurt." Dodger agrees softly, followed by another tender kiss.

It is hard to ignore the guilt, and the anxiety. At least if Garrett isn't too bothered, Dodger doesn't have to beat himself up over it. And honestly, he still finds the idea of the toy hot.

"We should keep your cock safe for a while. Worry about ripping it up later." Another kiss, and he slides his hands up to run his fingers affectionately through Garrett's beard and then his hair. "...Maybe it needs to be locked up to keep it out of trouble."

See, everything was fine when they were just kissing and talking about gentleness. But when Dodger starts going on about his cock and locking it up for safekeeping, Garrett's brain goes a little fuzzy. His eyes don't visibly widen, but they look a little darker, pupils a little bigger and darker as he feels his IQ dropping with every stroke of those clever fingers through his hair. It's the spell Dodger's voice casts on him, sending him into that ditzy, slutty mindset.

"...Yeah," he nods faintly, cheeks a little pink. "That sounds like a good idea."

Dodger can't help chuckling at how easily Garrett melts into the idea of being locked up. Funny how he'd thought he could hide it a few days ago, but Dodger had never been fooled - Garrett loves being humiliated and always has.

"Good, we're on the same page." He sits up, shifting off of Garrett only enough to search through his nightstand for the cock cage. When he finds it he moves right back to straddling Garrett's lap, grinning impishly down at him.

"I did promise a reward if you came."

Garrett doesn't even have the energy to feign his usual innocence about it all- he's into it, they both know it, no point denying. What precious energy he has is best spent on summoning a little wisp of magic to cool down his hand until it feels like the inside of a freezer door.

"You have an odd definition of reward," he quips, drumming icy fingers on Dodger's thigh.

A look down will answer any questions about why the magic is necessary- he's not hard by any means, but he's having just enough reaction to make the cage possibly tight, and it's easy to imagine that more handling would make it worse.

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