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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

     [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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When the gigantic contraption hurtling down the road at unnatural speeds swerves almost off the fucking road, Garrett lets out a high-pitched scream.

"DODGER," he yelps, making as if to grab the wheel before thinking better of it.

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Dodger doesn't mind his own haphazard driving, but what he does mind is Garrett's reaction. He forces the car back onto the road and switches hands so he can grab Garrett's wrist, probably leaving a bruise as he shoves it back.

"WHAT." He snarls back, not taking his eyes off the road. "Keep your hands to yourself or we'll end up in a fucking ditch."

Another attempt to get his cigarettes and he manages (with only a slight swerve) to get the pack out of his pocket. But with his level of frustration and the concentration needed, that's as far as he can get. He lets out a little grumble and shoves the pack at Garrett.

"Get one out for me."

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"What the fuck," Garrett yelps, pulling his bruised wrist away with a hiss of pain.

The continued swerving scares him, but not as much as the prospect of provoking another explosive reaction from Dodger, so he white-knuckles the dashboard with snippets of long-forgotten prayers flitting through his mind. Then, suddenly, there's a pack of cigarettes in his hand, and he blinks at Dodger owlishly.

"Right." He opens the pack with trembling hands, suddenly reeling with the full weight of his culture shock and inexperience. There have been bigger dangers and worse terrors in his life, but the utter lack of control here is what really has him rattled. "Dodger, you know I've never been in a car moving this fast, right? The only things faster were trains, but that's- it's different, somehow."

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Dodger doesn't answer until he has his cigarette, lit and clasped in his lips. Now they're going mostly straight at least, although Dodger overcompensates a little each time he moves the wheel.

"I'll slow down a bit. But I guess it's only fair to say I don't know how to drive."

The cigarette cools him down, and he takes deep breaths of smoke while he slows the car and tries to get better control of it.

"Keep your eyes out for cows."

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Garrett takes deep breaths, too, unconsciously mirroring his boyfriend's breathing. It feels a little like getting in sync, like tuning himself to the other man's patterns. It's calming, in a way.

"Something tells me that mean sucking you off while we drive would be a bad idea."

He makes it sound like a joke, somehow, but they both know it really isn't. And yes, he does keep his eyes out for cows - after firing off a quick text to Coyote.

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"Maybe. But you did offer."

He's settling down a bit, at least back to his baseline of stressed anger simmering under a general calm. He glances at Garrett long enough to catch him messing with his phone, but tries to shake off the intrusive thoughts about what he might be doing.

"Who knows, might help me focus."

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Garrett puts the phone back in his pocket and looks over at Dodger skeptically. His hand drifts over to Dodger's knee, a little tentative just from the nerves still jangling on edge from being in this accursed thing.

"If we start to swerve, I'm putting your dick away and waiting until the train."

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Dodger smirks as Garrett starts to touch him, and he slows down a bit more so he doesn't have to think as much. He's already decided that if Garrett tries that shit he'll just shove him down, but no need to point it out.

"Look, horses." He murmurs, nodding to their right, to a small paddock with three horses wandering around and grazing.

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Garrett whips his head to the right and perks right up at the sight. "Pull over!"

As soon as the car comes to a stop he gets out, looking around for something more interesting than grass- which he explains to Dodger. "Wait, look at that- is that a cherry tree? Come on."

He takes Dodger by the hand and pulls him over to a tree by the paddock fence, which has been suspiciously stripped away on one side. Clearly, the horses like it, so Garrett grabs a handful. "We can't give them the pits, so..." Something rather genius occurs to him, and he offers one to Dodger. "Can you use your claws, love?"

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Dodger stops the car, a little bemused by the sudden shift. Garrett is already out, seeking out a snack for the horses and dragging Dodger into it. He groans softly, but nods.

"Sure, but I don't know how they work."

He flexes his hand experimentally, trying to call them out. Nothing. Another attempt, and he settles for cutting it with his teeth and spitting out the bit he'd taken off.

"Here."

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"Thanks."

Looking at him quizzically, Garrett takes the cherry and pops it into his own mouth cheekily. There's a gleam in his eye that usually comes before terrible ideas- or very, very good ones.

"I have another idea."

Garrett drops the cherries and pins Dodger to the tree, kissing him furiously with a hand fisted in his hair. It's a hurricane of a kiss: all teeth and tongue, heat and breath and hips grinding tight together.

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Dodger makes a small noise of protest, but he melts immediately into the kiss. His hands find Garrett's hair and his hip, pulling him close and grinding harshly against him.

No claws yet. But they'll get there.

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Garrett tightens his grip on Dodger's hair and yanks hard enough to hurt. He wants to cause pain, to needle the other man, to get his heart racing and blood pumping and hormones raging. The claws pop out when Dodger is angry or stressed, and this is much more fun than grabbing the steering wheel or talking about Barry.

He nips at Dodger's lip with sharp fangs and grinds his rapidly stiffening cock against Dodger's, growling at the growing hardness he can feel there.

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The hand in his hair draws a hard gasp out of him. He answers Garrett's sharp teeth with his own, making sure to draw a bit of blood with his own nip.

Finally the claws come out - he shoves his hand up Garrett's shirt, and scratches a set of long and thin lines down Garrett's back.

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Garrett answers each little hurt with low, breathy sounds, gasping and sighing into the kiss. When he feels sharp claws raking down his back, he hisses, hips grinding against Dodger intently.

Then he breaks away and seizes Dodger's wrist with a breathless smile on his bloody, kiss-swollen lips.

"And would you look at that."

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Dodger groans when Garrett pulls away, but he slowly tries to push aside the lusty thoughts enough to focus. He flexes his hand, examining his claws curiously.

"Huh."

Fuck, his cock is straining so hard against his jeans that it hurts. His free hand moves to Garrett's hip and tugs him closer to grind against him again.

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Garrett lets Dodger grab him- or rather, he doesn't put up any futile attempt at a fight - and kisses back deeply. However, while grinding their cocks together, one hand is wandering to a branch above them, slowly enough to not disturb the other man.

After a minute, he presses something into Dodger's clawed hand- a cherry.

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Dodger stops what he's doing, and stares down at what Garrett's put in his hand. It takes his brain a hot second to catch up, and when it finally clicks he just groans softly and leans back.

"You're such an idiot."

It's said affectionately, and he does take a moment to slice the cherry in half and pull out the pit.

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Garrett's cheeky, shit-eating smile doesn't dim one bit as Dodger cuts the cherry. In fact, he thanks the man with a cute, chaste, slightly bloody kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks, babe." It isn't something he's ever said before, but Garrett has had American pet names used on him and figures that a smartass situation is the ideal way to debut them. "Let's feed the horses, then you can fuck my throat. Deal?"

He looks so earnest and downright innocent that someone could almost forget that he just talked about throat-fucking.

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Dodger quirks a brow, but honestly, be can't complain. Garrett looks adorable like this, and it's pretty much exactly what he signed up for.

"Sure."

He follows Garrett, cutting a few more cherries for the horses. Apparently the horses can smell it, because two of them wander over to investigate it. And Dodger flinches when they come close - he really underestimated how big they are.

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Garrett is incredibly relaxed, utterly in his element out here in the countryside even after such a long time away. It's just luck that he sees Dodger flinch out of the corner of his eye, though, giving him time to put a steadying hand on the man's shoulder. Almost like an encouraging father.

"Relax," he says soothingly. "Horses are idiots and cowards, so if you're nervous, they'll get nervous. Remember, we've been taming these things for centuries."

Then he shows Dodger how to put a cherry half in the palm of his hand and hold it out flat, so the horse can pick it up delicately with soft lips. He smiles at the familiar feeling, and encourages him with a, "Just like this."

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It occurs to him, vaguely, how much this feels like being taught by a father. A father he's never known, except for Garrett. His face is about as red as the cherries, but he tries to keep his breath steady and his stance firm as the horse feeds from his hand.

The horse still seems anxious, but it's willing to eat and accept the awkward pat from Dodger's hand. But as soon as the transaction is over, he moves backward as quickly as he can while retaining street cred.

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"Not bad," Garrett says encouragingly, a hand still on Dodger's shoulder. "Try not to move too quickly. It freaks them out."

He steps forward, offering a cherry in his outstretched palm, and rests his free hand on the horse's neck. It's a wonderful feeling, so familiar and almost lost- to run his hand over that powerful neck while murmuring soft nonsense. After another cherry, then another, he dares to gently stroke the horse's face, right between the eyes.

"There you go," he says in low tones. "See? Remember, they aren't predators, like dogs- their entire lives pretty much revolve around running away from things. So it's important to be nice and calm, so they don't startle and run away."

Another cherry. "Their noses are really soft. Come here."

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"No, I'm good."

He hangs back, letting Garrett fulfill his horse fetish or whatever this is. He'd rather smoke another cigarette, and pretend not to be intimidated by the sheer size of the beasts in front of them.

Another horse, probably younger and cockier, comes over to see what's going on and tries to nose their way in for snacks. Clearly they know a horse person when they see one.

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Garrett chuckles and offers it a piece of fruit as well, giving it a brief pat before the first one indignantly demands attention. He's quite happy here, and after one of them starts licking cherry juice off his palm, he turns back to his boyfriend while the horse does its work.

"Dodger, you remember that you're super-strong and can teleport, right?" It sounds judgy, but is said with a smile. He definitely understands being nervous around the unfamiliar. "Unless horses in Massachusetts are harboring secret Templar powers, you have nothing to worry about."