[CLOSED] broken and bruised; longing for you.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon smiled, wrapping his arms tightly around him. It always amazed him just how he could never get enough of Connor. He was drawn to him in a way he couldn't explain. He met the kiss softly, drawing it out as long as he could.

Bandit looked him over, reaching up to mess with her sideways ponytail. "But.. Das my daddy.. 'n I love him.. I a angel 'n I wanna keep him.." She sniffled, reaching up to wipe her damp cheeks. "You come'a here 'n see daddy? Peas don't take him.."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor snuggled close, meeting the kiss. He closed his eyes and drew in a breath, tongue brushing Deacon's teeth. "I-I love you.." He mumbled against his lips.

Adam bit his lip, swallowed. "Come here, baby... I know he's your daddy, and he loves you very much. I came to see him again, but I'm not going to take him, okay? I want him to stay alive, too. So he can be happy and love you and your dad.." He brushed her tears gently away. "I wish I could help you keep 'im..."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon's grip tightened at the feeling of Connor's tongue over his teeth. He shifted his weight, trying to think of something else before his pants got any tighter. "I love you more." He teased with half a smirk, cupping his cheek as he kissed him deeper.

Bandit crawled to him, climbing into his lap. She leaned against him, listening to him talk. He wasn't her daddy, but he looked like him. She played with his hand, a yawn passing her lips. "Unk'a Thatcher say.. at least hims love. 'Cept when daddy wasn' here. Den dey tooked me 'n telled me my daddies be bad." She yawned again, keeping close to him. "You no leave me, right?"

[connor crayze sykes]

"Mm, doubt that," He scoffed, drawing in a breath. He melted at the kiss though, arms wrapping around Deacon's neck, holding onto him tightly. He closed his eyes again.

Adam tilted his head some. "At least he loves, yeah.. They were bad, huh? I'm sure they didn't mean it." He played gently with her hair. "I gotta go back up there soon, I'm not supposed to be down her, I'm no guardian angel.."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon ran his hands up to Connor's ribcage, gently pushing him down. He slowly ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth, propping him carefully against the arm of the couch, a knee slipping between Connor's.

"Okay.." Bandit mumbled brokenly, messing with one of his fingers before she let it go. She crawled over to her pillow, laying down on it. She pulled her blanket up , hugging it close. "I tell daddy you say night night." She said, carefully climbing out of her bed.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor groaned, arching up against his knee. He reached up, fisting his hands in Deacon's shirt and pulling him down closer before hugging him tight. He met the kiss, tongue curling back over his teeth again.

Adam bit his lip. "Why don't we wait until I leave and then we can together, okay?" He didn't want Connor crying or something if is wasn't necessary.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon pressed closer, his hands slowly slipping up his shirt. He didn't feel right about this, knowing Connor was half asleep. But he couldn't keep his hands off of him. "God.." He breathed, slowly kissing along his jaw before he pulled his shirt off, running his fingers slowly over his chest.

"a'cause if I go night night, then I gonna forget. 'n you told me to. 'n daddy would be sad if I no tell him." She said, looking up at him. But she opened her arms anyways, toddling closer. "When you leavin', Adam?"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor whimpered faintly at the touches up his scarred body, breaths quick and soft, jeans feeling far to tight. He threaded a hand through Deacon's hair, the other slipping up his shirt.

Adam lifted her up. "Hmm, I'm not sure. How about not until you go to bed, okay? Does that work?" He smiled.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon kissed him slowly, his hands wandering over his chest before he dropped one to the front of his jeans, trailing his fingers slowly over the material there. "How do you always manage to turn me on at the worst times? Bandit's wide awake." He teased, slowly kissing over his neck.

Bandit hugged him tightly, then laid her head down on his shoulder. "Why you no talk funny? Like daddy?" She asked, reaching up to touch his cheek.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor couldn't help but groaned again, tilting his head. "Sh-she's..upstairs.." He murmured, smiled crookedly before kissing slowly over Deacon's jaw.

Adam thought about how to explain that for a moment. "Your daddy.. Takes lot's of bad medicine that hurts him.. Or at least, he did. And it messed up parts of his brain, so sometimes he can get his words out right."