Quinn's world was, and always has been, a very dark place-- filled with voices that taunt him and thoughts of things that would send a person insane.
His family are around, just being himself and his parents. His parents are on the edge of a breakd...
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(Quinn up top)
The day is dim.
Reflective of one of the young males laid out on a grimy single mattress with another young lad cuddled next to him. Both of them are dived into sleep, mouths ajar slightly with low breaths; their bodies nude due to their previous sexual endeavours the night before.
The eldest of the two, Quinn, was partially awake. His mind was already accustomed to waking up early, so it was naturally hard for him to sleep in when he wants to. His eyelids twitch against the slice of sunlight shining through the little opening of the bed sheet pinned up over the window as a makeshift curtain.
He rubs his hand over his face, rubbing the sleep out from the corners of his eyes and the crust of cum splattered across his neck.
He picks at the stuff, his half-asleep mind slow to registering what it is. When he finally realises he shoots up quickly, as if he was an eight-year-old kid on the morning of Christmas–just...it's not for presents.
The younger boy is now awoken due to the quick movements beside him. His freckled face is too laced with the crust of cum. "Quinn?" He asks, his voice still thick with sleep as he peer up at the older lad with squinted eyes.
Quinn sighs and rubs his temples, ignoring the freckled-faced boy.
Great. He's slept with Taylor again. This isn't good, this is never good.
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(That's Taylor)
"Baby? You okay?" The lad repeats, trailing his dainty fingers over Quinn's chest, brushing past his nipples in a teasing manner. When Quinn doesn't answer, he smiles softly and lays his head on Quinn's chest. "I enjoyed last night", he whispers.
"Your still as good as I remember", he giggles. "So good".
Quinn hates this. When Taylor plays innocent; he's a minx, a devil. So fucking manipulative -- I mean, he still managed to get Quinn to fuck him even despite everything that's happened between the two. However, as much as Quinn can deny it, he does love Taylor. Not as much as he used to, but there is still a fragment of adoration for the little mentally insane twink.
