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The thing is...I have writers block -.-

This was brought to you by the letters Q and K. Because you can't spell Blaqk Audio without them. Same 'verse as yesterday's stuff

The beat is thumping a headache into Travis’s head. This was all Pete’s idea, but Patrick doesn’t seem to complaining. They’re both on the dark floor, the strobe lights passing over them enough for Travis to keep an eye on them. They’re pressed close together, closer than strictly necessary and maybe Travis was wrong when he decided he didn’t care what they did. He orders another shot

—“You don’t think we’ll get out?” Patrick asks, he’s fighting a smile as he drags his fingers through Travis’s hair, tugging lightly on the curls.

“No,” Travis says, and looks up at Patrick, letting him encompass his vision, the brim of his hat blocking the perfectly white walls. He turns, his ear pressing into Patrick’s thigh and shifts forward until his nose brushes his belly, the pale soft skin stretched over a barely there bump, “Not anymore.”

He didn’t know if he wanted them to.—

Patrick throws his head back, probably searching for a bit of air that isn’t thick with desperation and the heat of too many bodies. His neck is pale, and the colored lights reflect beautifully. Red, purple bright orange. Pete moves in quickly, Travis sees a flash of teeth, and Patrick’s eyes closing. He imagines he can hear his moan, the one Travis had elicited more times than he could remember. Travis turns to the bar, ordering another shot.

I need one of those chart challenge thingies

edit: I was uploading IJ icons and.....100 spaces. I can have 100 icons. WTH LJ? You're getting shown up!
...yes, I totally choked on air when I saw it