I Bring The Weather With Me~Jahren Short

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"Will you miss me when I'm gone?"

*smut warning, drug warning*

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Joel watched his cracked television, switched to whatever channel he left it on the night before. His hands shook with addiction, his mind craved sex. Joel usually could get whatever he wanted; his looks would allow him.

Joel hated his life. He hated that he had to depend on others to get his fix. The one he depended on the most was Ahren Stringer.

Ahren Stringer was always willing to help someone out. His kind and sweet nature caused him to never be able to turn someone who needed help down. Joel always leaned on Ahren for everything and anything he needed to live on, whether it be alcohol, drugs, weed, or sex.

Joel never used Ahren to talk, in fact, they rarely ever made any vocal contact. Ahren's moans during sex were forced in order to make Joel happy. Ahren only moaned the first time, before he realized what Joel really wanted deep down. Needless to say, Ahren was more or less Joel's toy.

No matter Ahren's desperate cries for help to get away from Joel, Ahren always came back, feeling horrible for turning Joel away. Ahren hadn't the heart to turn such a fragile person away. Joel always hated being called fragile, so Ahren never said it to him.

You might be wondering how they met in the first place. Well, they were both lonely one night and on their own decided that it would be a good idea to meet a few people at a gay club downtown.

They both remembered the night very vividly, as neither of them wanted it to end. Ahren treasured it because of the warmth that came from the night; Joel treasured it because of the pleasure.

Ahren and Joel were the only lonely ones who hadn't someone to force their lust on that night, sitting on opposite sides of the bar and sipping slowly on drinks.

Joel spotted Ahren twirling a straw between his fingers and walked over to him. He sat down next to Ahren and Ahren immediately smiled, knowing that someone was paying attention to him.

"Hi there." Joel's voice was deep and sensual, laced with a thick Australian accent. He had a sexy smirk, one that caught Ahren's eager attention fast. "What's your name?"

"Ahren." He cocked his head to the side to get a better look at Joel. "And yours?"

"Joel. Birch." His charming white smile drew Ahren in further than it had before. "You looked lonely, I figured I'd pay you a little visit."

Joel's kind vibe made a smile curl at the ends of Ahren's mouth. "Thank you, I could use it."

"Mind if I buy you a drink, darling?" Joel waved a bartender over and told Ahren to order whatever he pleased.

"No, I couldn't take your money, please." Ahren shook his hands at the bartender.

"My treat, seriously. I'm trying to make your night as best as it can get." Joel said with a wink. "Order what you want."

"Fine, but next round's mine." Ahren ordered two double shots of Jameson's and gave one to Joel.

"If we keep drinking double shots like this, you're not gonna have your turn, if you know what I mean," Joel said after buying one more double shot for each of them.