[CLOSED] together in paris.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz pulled Cole closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around him. He slowly pulled Cole's shirt over his head, running his hands over his chest slowly before he yanked his pants down, gritting his teeth. "Are you going to listen this time?"

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole swallowed as he was undressed roughly, stared down at him with a panicked breath. He was in nothing but his briefs now, felt terribly exposed. And it was clear this wasn't Baz. He didn't want to be screamed at again, so he didn't say anything, just stood there helplessly, a million thoughts running through his head.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"You're just gonna stand there like an idiot? Didn't your mother ever teach you to speak when spoken to?" He asked, grabbing him roughly by the jaw. "When I speak, you answer me. I'd just as soon leave you here if you're going to act like your ignorant brothers."

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole flinched, a tears rolling down his cheek as he jaw was grabbed. "I'm sorry..." He whispered quietly, gazing obediently back at him. He played nervously with his briefs, biting his lip. Ignorant..they weren't.. But this wasn't Baz, either. He didn't want to hear those words from his mouth, in his voice.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz glared at him, voices screaming at him in his head. But he couldn't tell one from the other. He ran a hand up the boy's side, then shoved him out of the bathroom. "Go to bed. I don't even want to look at you." He spat, pushing him to the bed. He climbed into the other one, laying down on his back. But sleep wouldn't come. Ever. All he could do was pray in the only sane corner of his mind that this would go away, that he wouldn't hurt Cole anymore.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole's eyebrows furrowed. He was so confused...
He curled up by himself, but couldn't sleep without waking up, Baz's words racing through his head, tears falling down his cheeks. He was still pretty much completely naked, exposed. He didn't bother with blankets, something telling him not to sleep with nothing on, with Baz acting the way he was. But he closed his eyes and began to drift anyway, sniffling brokenly on occasion.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz finally managed to slip into something similar, but not quite deep enough to be called sleep. But the noise outside woke him, and he sat up, rubbing his face. His leg hurt horribly, there was dried blood down it. He walked to the bathroom to carefully take a shower, walked out wrapped in a towel when he was done. He leaned over Cole, kissing his forehead softly before he walked to his bags to get dressed.

[cole manaj gryffon]

The kiss made Cole tense and jump, and he sat up, rubbing at his face. He eyed Baz warily and rubbed at his jaw before pulling his bag close to find his medication, and clothes considering all his had been pulled off.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz looked up from where he was carefully working his jeans up over the gauze he'd wrapped over his leg. He doubted he would ever be able to look at his leg again without seeing Cole's name there in his shaky cursive handwriting, the only way he knew to get the voices to stop and tell Cole he loved him. But it had all failed, hadn't it.

"Bonjour.. Er.. Good morning.." He mumbled, lowering his gaze shamefully as he continued to fix his jeans. It killed him to know that he hadn't tried to force Cole into sex, or that he'd hurt him, but that he'd made the boy cry. He couldn't think of anything that could possibly make it better.

[cole manaj gryffon]

"Morning," Cole mumbled indifferently, barely glancing at him with exhausted eyes. He pulled on jeans and a shirt, grabbed his scarf and drew it around his neck, followed by his blue jacket and the piercings Baz had bought him from his last trip. He took his medication, occasionally sneaking hopeful looks towards Sebastian, missing being close to him already. He knew he couldn't avoid him for long, no matter how upset and cautious he wanted to be. And soon enough he was wandering towards him, hugging him tight.