whispers in the dark | Connor

[connor crayze sykes]

"I'm j-just so confused...scared.. I'm s-sorry.." He didn't want to admit he was terrified of touch from a male, that he'd been physically hurt so much he couldn't think straight, grew afraid at even the thought of sexual contact. Yet here he was, and here he had been since getting here, allowing the male to do all of those things he feared.

At the question, Connor smiled faintly, kissing Quinn's jaw tenderly again. He wasn't so sure about leaving a mark. Then it struck him that whoever this other guy was, he was bound to see. And Connor couldn't ask for a better chance. He kissed to his temple gently, then found the crook of his neck, teeth and tongue grazing the tender skin there with every kiss. His heart was still hammering somewhat irregularly, but his breathing relaxed.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn had stilled at those words, trying to figure out how to take it, wondering what it ment or might mean later. Yet Quinn wasn't suppost to be thinking about later; just right now. Still, he couldn't help it, he could only try to push it to the back of his mind for now and focus on this; being with Connor tonight. He touched lightly at the male's face. "Don't be scared, or sorry." He responded gently; not wanting Connor to feel either of those things with him. Certainly not now, when it should be shoved aside to pretend there was just this night and them.

Quinn certainly couldn't say anything about those fears. They were valid enough, things could get bad in a person's life. But Quinn wasn't going to judge. Wasn't that the point? How they even got this far at all? All thoughts vanished at the tender kiss to his jaw, and he smiled at the kiss to his temple, just keeping his arms around the male as if Connor were precious. And to Quinn, he was. He was trembling a little at what the male was doing, the way Connor was marking his neck. And there even was a happy little sound rising in his throat over it; his hand reaching to stroke one of Connor's wings.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor relaxed more at the touch over his wings. He pulled himself a little closer to Quinn, not too worried about hurting him with weight since he honestly didn't weigh a whole lot anyway. His habit of not eating was getting almost scary.

After he had left his marks, Connor kissed gently over Quinn's jaw again. He smiled the faintest bit, head still spinning with uncertain thoughts. But for now, to him, I couldn't matter less.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He could feel how Connor relaxed more at the stroking to the male's wings, and Quinn wasn't bothered in the least about Connor's weight on him. Not only did the male weigh a lot less then he should, but Quinn was used to much rougher antics. He didn't bat an eyelash, instead held Connor gently to him. Quinn obviously wished that the male would eat more, but what could he really say about it? He'd started to forget meals himself...

Quinn very much enjoyed the marking, though he liked quite a few rough things. He'd already told Connor about the hair pulling that he would willingly go through. It felt good to him, as weird as that sounded. Anyway, he smiled right back at the male, eyes thoughtful, curious. "Would you like me to do anything? Do you want to?" He asked lightly, watching Connor with an open expression. Then he pulled the male carefully over him, shifting on his back to gaze up at Connor and wait.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled down at him crookedly. A true, unheld-back smile. But he didn't want sex, didn't want to feel that was all Quinn might want him for. He wanted to see if he really cared. So he didn't voice his thoughts on such a thing, instead shook his head, legs tangled in Quinn's own as he played slowly with his hair.

Then he hesitated. Connor wasn't so keen on kissing the male. Not if they weren't sure where this was going. Still, he leaned down and offered a tender kiss to Quinn's forehead before his head found a shoulder and he curled up a little more on top of him, simply enjoying the steady rise and fall of Tarquin's chest.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Sex actually wasn't at the forefront of his mind just now. He had come here to crawl into Connor's bed and sleep, and that was the entire truth on the matter. He was tired, but that wouldn't cause him to sleep when he knew there were words to be spoken. If that's what Connor wanted, then Quinn would stay up all night imbedded in conversation. His question wasn't all that sexual in nature right now; it was overall and anything. Quinn wasn't very used to this whole pretend thing, so there was a bit of confusion on just what he should do. He was snuggling up, and he was cool with that if that's all that was physically needed.

And the true smile was warming to him, and Quinn responded with an odd little smile of his own. It was funny in so many ways that they may share a somewhat same opinion on kissing; it's why Quinn hasn't even attempted to go near Connor's lips with his own. He has his reasons, his views on it. To Quinn, kissing is much more intimate then sex. Obscure maybe, yet that was how he felt, and it wasn't a new thing in the least. Kissing anywhere else was fine though, that didn't really count. Not that it wasn't very nice, feeling the tenderness in Connor's kiss to his forehead. Quinn kept his arms around the male as Connor curled up a little more on him, smiling in a content manner and letting his eyes close.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor couldn't help that he had assumed the question was sex related. It was all he had really ever been treated for. Or drugs. Love? That was harder to come by? Real affection? That didn't scare him as much as abuse, but it was enough to keep him uneasy. But now? No, cuddling was Connor's forte, when you got him in the right mood.

For now he was distracted from all his problems, including Deacon. He nuzzled under Quinn's chin playfully, kissing softly over the tender skin again before closing his eyes. He was still exhausted and it didn't take him long to begin to drift.

He wasn't asleep terribly long before he found himself panting for breath and had to sit up, swallowing.

[tarquin finley ellis]

It wouldn't have bothered Quinn too much to know the assumption, it's valid enough considering that he was pretty sexual when there was someone to be that with. Yet there's other things too, and he's just as happy with that when in the company of someone he's comfortable with. A very, very short list. Quinn might not be the type of person you could get to cuddle you on a normal basis, but there were times it could be overlooked, times when he actually and oddly wanted just that. He's done things simply to keep another happy; it's not an unknown feeling for him. But he's content now.

When Connor nuzzled under his chin, he made a pleased sound in his throat, stroking absently at the feathers within reach for a few minutes before the movement ceased and he started to sleep. It had pulled him down quickly, one arm still loosely around Connor, the other having fallen to his side. And he was woken by Connor sitting up and displacing his arm, and he blinked drowsily and leaned up on his elbows to peer at the male in concern. But Quinn said nothing, only going to rub his hand comfortingly along Connor's back and sides, waiting it out.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor struggled to draw in his faint breaths, pressing a hand to his chest."Sorry," He mumbled, carefully climbing from Quinn's lap and staggering towards his mini fridge for a water. Hands found the wall, keeping himself up and taking a swallow of water. When his chest began to loosen up, he moved for the bed again and crawled beneath the blankets and towards Quinn again.

He searched his face a momemt, then wrapped an arm around him and hugged him tght. Connor had wondered what might happen if he never woke up one day, if it all happened in his sleep.He would prefer it. But not tonight."S-sorry.. Go back to sl-leep..."

[tarquin finley ellis]

There was an uncomfortable little tingle that ran through him at the sound of Connor's struggling breathing, and he frowned at the apology. Quinn could probably tell the male he didn't need to sorry until the world ended and it might not make a difference, so he held his tongue and simply watched with sleepy eyes as Connor went to the mini-fridge and got a water. He shifted a little, wondering if anything else was going to happen. But then Connor was moving back to the bed and Quinn calmed again; waiting for the male to move close again.

Once Connor was back, he gave a small smile. At the hug he clung gently back, then nuzzled into the male's hair. More words, and again that word. He sighed softly, but able to endure the repeatitive word. Still, he could be a broken record just as well, couldn't he? "Shh, don't be sorry. It happens, and I don't mind. I prefer knowing what's going on with you. Losing a little sleep is nothing." He pointed out evenly, stroking hair back from Connor's face and aiming a sweet sort of kiss to the male's cheek.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Mm.." Connor smiled sleepily, tilting his head. His breathing was still off more than usual, bjt not as mucj as it had been. "I still feel bad f-for waking y-y-you.." He whispered, pulling the blankets up closer.He tucked his wings close to his back, his head finding Quinn's chest, hand falling to a rest beside it as he again closed his eyes. Something about the male being tired was all that more drawing, comforting. Being able to cuddle up close to somebody. As much as Connor had learned to fear sudden touch, or any embrace, he was a creature of physical habit in ways that had him feeling so much more secure when in such a position as this, cuddled next to another, every touch gentle and sweet.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn yawned silently, letting his movements cease and blinking lazily at the words. "Well stop feeling bad, kay?" The words were nearly slurred as sleep pulled him back in. He could still feel the shifting of Connor moving a little, but he was soon dragged into a more deep sleep then before; seeming all too comforted by the presence of the male there beside him. It would probably be a lot harder to wake him the next time, as Quinn had really needed the sleep after having worn himself thin the past week. The drug induced sleep hadn't done much for him, certainly nothing good.

The stress had taken it's toll on him too, and the lack of eating because he'd been too immersed in all that was difficult on his system after having been normal just the week before. Once things all settled down Quinn could get back to a better cycle, but for now he took what he could get, and this sleep was very much needed.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor huffed in light response, thinking about his his little sister always told him nkt to be sorry when it wasn't his fault. But Connor easily thought it always was. Blue eyes closed again and his breathing deepened, falling into its usual irregular rhythm as he held tightly to the male half beneath his own thin body. He was content and warm, and for the rest of the night he wasn't bothered by much else, sleeping soundly until some time in the morning when people began to stir outside.

[tarquin finley ellis]

It was a good night's sleep, and Quinn was grateful for that. He was comforted by Connor's presence there, and he didn't wake up until the morning. Of course when that time came, Quinn had been a little tense before opening his eyes and realizing where he was. Calm settled once more through him as he inhaled the scent of Connor. He smiled at that and kept still for a bit longer, wanting the male to get up when ready as opposed to being gotten up. Quinn could stay still for long enough for Connor to get up, so he simply rested his eye a little more.

And he wonders what the morning has brought, if there is any kind of change to anything. Perhaps when Connor wakes up he'll send Quinn away; it's actually half expected at this point. So he simply basks in the time he has, glad for that at least. For now he lets himself get lost in thought, for a minute trying to untangle the mess in his own head before giving up again, not awake enough to go there yet.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor eventually began to stirr, thin body tensing with the initial thought that Jonathan had taken advantage of him again in his sleep. But he wasn't sore... And then it struck him all over again as to where he was, who had crawled into-
Oh, yeah...
Connor opened sleepy blue eyes with a soft, husky breath, tilting his head to gaze at Quinn, and he smiled. Finger's reached to brush themale's hair back, curiosity in his tired gaze. "Mm...h-how did you sleep?"