now the Hunting Winds are loose...

[silenttrainbaby]

The piece of paper - the waiver - fluttered from Grey's hand as he pushed his way into Rat's rooms. He looks for the other boy, finds him and comes over. His clothes are dirty, pieces of gravel still sticking to them, something still in his hair. His hands are dirty, but his cheeks are flushed and he kneels before where Rat reads, pressing his cheek to Rat's hand.

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[plaguedrat]

"You should check on your packet," Rat says. "Your paperwork might say. Would Curtis know?"

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey doesn't know. He shrugs to both questions. If Grey doesn't know, how would this place know? The idea is a little overwhelming. He doesn't like it.

[plaguedrat]

"This place gave me an ID with an accurate birth year for me to turn eighteen last month," Rat says, fishing it out of his pocket. "1996, see?"

[silenttrainbaby]

Taking the little card, Grey peered at it, at the little picture and back at Rat.

If he has one of these it's in his things in Curtis's rooms. He hasn't looked at anything he was given. He should look at those things.

[plaguedrat]

"The packet had my keys to this apartment, my starting money..." It had been damned creepy to be honest, but it was what they needed to get by in this place.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey has keys to an apartment? He figured he lived with Curtis. He rocks back on his haunches, blinking a little.

So much he doesn't understand or know.

[plaguedrat]

"You can probably check with him when you get back," Rat says again, shrugging. "Besides. If you don't know, just make it up."

[silenttrainbaby]

Making things up - not a concept that Grey is familiar with. It simply wasn't something that came up in the tail. But Grey will ask Curtis at some point.

For the moment, though, he kisses Rat, because he can and because he wants to and be it feels good.

[plaguedrat]

He welcomes the kiss, leaning forward into it with a comfortable smile. At some point, this became his normal and he's not sure he can find a single real reason to fight it.

[silenttrainbaby]

Perhaps it was a kind of normal for Grey, snuck in in quiet moments, stolen in the dark.

But kissing Rat is also different: full of light and life, no fervency, no pushing and pulling and hissing. Grey's dirty fingers brush Rat's cheek as he lingers there, his eyes still nearly shut when the kiss breaks.

[plaguedrat]

Rat doesn't mind a little dirt, is used to it more than he is being clean in some ways. He smiles and raises a hand to cup Grey's cheek.

[silenttrainbaby]

The adrenaline from the running, from feeling so alive in that way has Grey leaning Rat back against the sofa, deepening the kiss, his rough hands slipping up under Rat's shirt to touch warm skin.

[plaguedrat]

The urgency of it makes warmth rise to his skin, his book forgotten. Happily, he pulls Grey over him.

[silenttrainbaby]

Shirts come off, then, tossed away as Grey straddles Rat's legs. He brushes his knuckles along Rat's chest, and he watches as he touches and teases, looking for sensitive places.

[plaguedrat]

Rat smiles, tries to play it stoic to tease him a little. There are places, scars mostly, where he does feel very little. And there are other places that make him glad for years of acting.

[silenttrainbaby]

No fair! Grey wouldn't know how to act if his life depended on it. Rat already knows that everything Grey feels shows on his face. So, Rat's seeming lack of response baffles him; he cocks his head, looking, as he closes fingers around taut nipples. This feels good ... doesn't it?

[plaguedrat]

That one provokes a gasp from him, breaking him out of acting. Straining forward, he pulls Grey up for another kiss.

[silenttrainbaby]

Finally! Rat can taste Grey's grin as he still tries to tease and pinch even as they kiss, even as he feels his arousal rub against his pants.

[plaguedrat]

Rat pulls Grey closer, enjoying the warmth. It's strange but he swears he can taste happiness on him.

"Something good happened today?"

[silenttrainbaby]

A nod, even as Grey continues the kiss. He ran and jumped and flew again. That made him lean back, peer into Rat's face, thumb toward the door. Did he want to see? Did he want to go?

[plaguedrat]

Rat smirks a little, runs his hands up Grey's sides. "Show me later," he says, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

[silenttrainbaby]

Oh. Grey cants his chin to get Rat have more access, to feel the tingles go right down his chest. Later, yes.

[plaguedrat]

Sometimes it feels too decadent, here in his clean apartment, luxuriating in each other and taking all the time they want. Rat finds that he cares less and less about such things.

It should be a warning, but he doesn't care, too caught up in the way Grey moves against him.

[silenttrainbaby]

It is decadent: like Red Velvet cake, but without the stomach ache. Grey lets his fingers wander down this time, toward Rat's crotch.

[plaguedrat]

Shamelessly, Rat grins, a hand flicking down to open his jeans up for Grey.