Exit Music
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 12h 16m
  • Reads 287
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 19
  • Time 12h 16m
Ongoing, First published Nov 06, 2017
"I- I made a deal," he states quietly as he looks at his feet, only managing to deepen George's still present frown.

"A deal?"

"A deal," Matty nods. 

"What kind of deal?" George quizzes.

"Just a deal," Matty huffs. "Thought I'd do something about this debt of mine, is all," he says nonchalantly, shrugging one denim-clad shoulder.

Even though it seems stupid and reckless and like a decision he made on the spur of a moment, he's thought this through, and about any other possible solutions to his life-or-death situation, but nothing else could grand him the amount of money he has to hand in to his creditors in the three months that they promised to let him off before they bash his head in.


Or the one where Matty attempts to save his arse through a chain of poorly-thought out decisions, aggravates George, and in the process develops feelings that are going to complicate his relationship with him even more.


Trigger warning throughout: strong language, graphic depictions of violence, sexual themes,  alcohol and drug use, addiction,  slight non-consensual sex
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George didn't expect much of his life. He come to be rather complacent with the ways things had turned out to be. He wasn't unhappy, per se, just very uninspired by the world around him. He found himself with little more than vague enthusiasm towards a select few things in his life. Perhaps he'd thought he was okay with that, and that he'd live his life amounting to very little at all. Perhaps he really had thought that, but that was before he'd met Matty. Matty didn't expect much of himself. He'd fall out of trust with the world, and came to bury the person he'd once been deep inside himself, under a mess of arrogance and over spoken ideas about the way things should be. Everything was bullshit - love, family, being a 'functioning member of society', and perhaps it didn't look like he was ever going to get far with his life. Perhaps he'd thought he was okay with that: with locking up who he really was inside everything he'd wanted to be. Perhaps he really had believed that, but that was before he'd met George. Neither of them had much cared for change, but the thing was that change never did stop to ask for your opinion before it happened.