Ned Chicane: Ned wasn't entirely sure why he still even came here. It was a bit more of a young man's scene, even if that did earn him a few genuine looks of interest and the occasional romp at the beginning, there was really nothing more depressing than regulars at a stagnant gay bar. By now, the only real pull Ned felt to The Panther was Ange, the barkeep butch with a dry sense of humor. at least if he was going to feel overweight, overlooked, and out of place, he could do so with a friend. He found his seat on the bar, exchanged a one-liner or two, and found himself sipping slowly at his cider when the bell above the door gave a soft chime, and he turned to meet eyes with... someone he didn't recognize. Ned flashed a wide smile, but turned back to Ange.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): It had taken Duck an embarrassingly long amount of time to convince the bouncer he was, in fact, actually twenty-one years old. So as he walked through the door, a sigh of relief escaped his lips. His attention was taken away from his relief when a bell chimed above his head, and he smiled at the quaint touch before looking straight at the bar. His eyes instantly met with someone sitting at the end, and he immediately looked away, a rush of embarrassment washing over him once again.
Ned Chicane: Jesus, Ned immediately received confirmation from the tiny frame, young face, and bashful nature. Wouldn't be the first time he mistook one of the girls for a... what was the word? Twink. Still, when he realized that Ange didn't seem to be registering any recognition either, he turned around and waved the kid over. Even if she wasn't here to see the likes of him, Ned could be friendly.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck's face flushed red as he was beckoned over. What his luck, that he had caught the attention of someone so quickly. He waved awkwardly as he got closer to the other, deciding to stand closer and lean against the bar as cooly as he could.
Ned Chicane: "Hey, kid." Ned offered an easy smile, trying not to laugh at the fumbled pose. She.... they looked very much like their extend of experience was on paper or in Sunday school. "Have you... drank before? I think you oughta calm down a little."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck swallowed the lump in his throat. He was here to meet people, and possibly fuck them too. There was no reason to be nervous when he knew the other men here would have the same intentions. So, he decided simply to nod. "Yeah, I mean I went to high school, didn't I?" he joked, as a way to ease up a little.
Ned Chicane: Ned snorted, "I'll be honest with you, I'm not sure where you left your backpack on the way here." He grinned, and gave Ange a little nod to bring her over, "So, and excuse me for asking, but do you mind if I buy you something to drink?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "I- Yeah, alright. What are you havin', I'll just get that."
Ned Chicane: "A fine choice." Ned nodded to Ange again, giving his most winning smile to the kid. "So, have I earned a name?" he took the glass from Ange, preferring to pass it on his own. Make it a little more personal.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck took the glass and took sip, almost recoiling at the taste. Beer was never his favorite. "Uh, yeah. Duck. Duck Newton. It's a nickname."
Ned Chicane: Ned gave an earnest, booming laugh at Duck's face, "So, just taking notes. Duck "It's a Nickname" Newton, barely legal to drink? Not a fan of cider? Never been in one of those filthy poof bars before, either, hm?" Ned grinned.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "No, well, beer is gross, and I've snuck into straight bars before, out of spite. I just thought sneaking into gay bars is sorta like exploitation." He shifted, nodding awkwardly. "I drank a lot in high school, though."
Ned Chicane: "Can't get into a gay bar on a fake ID, Duck. We're a little nervous, if you could believe, of being accused of something." Ned took a long gulp of his drink, "Should've actually ordered, then. Would you be offended if I accused you of being nervous?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "No, I'm not used to picking guys up like this. I've gotten all my action from bribing to get weed and acting like a twink at gas stations on highways."
Ned Chicane: Ned burst out into another bout of genuine laughter. "Well, look at you! Accomplished for your age." he shook his head with another laugh and licked his lips, giving Duck a true look-over in the patented cruiser fashion, complete with a little chin-jab of a nod. He fell back into laughter.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck tipped his head back, suddenly filled with pride. "I, uh, didn't catch your name. Seems hardly fair I got to tell you mine so early on."
Ned Chicane: "I- ah." Ned grinned, flicking through his mind quickly and figuring that, at least while Ange could hear, he should stick to the story. "Ned. Ned Thompson." he finished off his cider and licked his lips.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck's eyes flickered down to Ned's tongue moving across his lips only for a second, but he prayed it was long enough for Ned to see. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Ned."
Ned Chicane: "All apologies I couldn't have gotten you something nicer to drink." Ned smirked, shamelessly drinking Duck in, ignorant to the soft tinkling of the bell above the door. "If you can think of anything else you'd like..."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Anything fruity, really," Duck interrupted, almost hurried. "Five o' clock somewhere, right?"
Ned Chicane: Ned nodded, "Ange makes just the best Sangria you've ever had." never mind that there was no actual fruit in it, but nothing like wine, brandy, and a splash of orange juice. Ned rolled right past the gentle rejection, deciding instead to bide a little time.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Okay, that sounds good." He finally sat, leaving over onto the bar and swinging his legs, only a little embarrassed his feet didn't even scrape the ground. "So, uh, what do you do for a living?"
Ned Chicane: Ned grinned a little, shooting a questioning look as he reached for Duck's discarded drink, "I'm down at the antiques and curios shop in town. It's really a wonder in there, I think I'd recognize you if you'd been in, but you really ought to come see! The guy who runs the place, he's a bit up in years, but he runs a tight ship."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "I'm from West Virginia. Kepler, if you've heard of it. On the Greenbriar River. This is literally the closest gay bar, and I thought I'd celebrate my birthday by maybe getting someone to take me home. Or, at the very least, take me to the parking lot."
Ned Chicane: Despite not knowing much beyond a surface-level recognition of Greenbrair, Ned nodded, "Have you got a curfew, Duck? Looking to celebrate the big day? Or are you hoping to get that celebration done a little more privately?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Oh, privately definitely. I mean, I just said so, right? Plus, you don't hafta treat me like I'm a kid, Ned. I have my own apartment, which I left to come here, so I could have sex with a guy."
Ned Chicane: Ned scoffed a little, "Duck, you need to understand, I don't look like this from 22 years of hard living." he smiled, nonetheless. "I get it, though, you're right. I can be a little kinder to you." Ned took a long drink from his glass, then smiled to Ange as she handed over Duck's Sangria.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck nodded his thanks and took a sip, humming softly. Much better. "Listen, born and bread it West Virginia, it can be tough. Just thought I could, you know... forget about it for a coupla hours..." he taunted, a smile pulling at his lips.
Ned Chicane: 'I get that, I get it, Duck." Ned gave his best soft smile, "Is it a far drive? I'm not familiar with Kepler, I'll have to admit." best to steer away from anything that could lead to nervous tears.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Yeah, a good four hours. I don't really mind, though. I like long trips." He took a sip of his drink. "Figured I could stay the night at someone's place and grab lunch before driving home tomorrow."
Ned Chicane: Ned's eyebrows nearly disappeared up into his hair, "Christ, that's a bit of a drive." he shook his head, "Well, I have no choice but to offer you a room now, it's just polite." he nudged Duck softly and took a sip of his drink.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Well, shit, Ned. How could I say no?" He spread his legs only slightly, his knee rubbing against Ned's. "How old did you say you were?"
Ned Chicane: Ned chuckled softly into his drink, "Absolutely too old for a little thing like you to get so excited." He took a swallow, then sat down the glass, "About twice your age, kid. I get it if that bothers ya."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Please, it's not like I could tell you were at least ten years my senior. Doesn't bother me at all."
Ned Chicane: "Well, now, don't you know it's rude to comment on a gentleman's age?" Ned nudged Duck's knee. "Promise I can keep up."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "How long's it been, old man?" he teased softly, leaning in just slightly.
Ned Chicane: With a fake scoff of offense, Ned shook his head, "Not all of us can get out there, cruising truck stops and trading for weed."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck scoffed. "Guess that means I'm good at picking people up. Let's get outta here, yeah?"
Ned Chicane: "A good suggestion." Ned smiled as he stood, noticing the height difference and feeling a little swelling in his heart. "Ange, I, uh, my tab, please." he flashed her a little grin, and sat a hand on Duck's shoulder, squeezing softly, "I can drive you out to my place."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Please! I wanna make the owner of that huge-ass continental outside jealous."
Ned Chicane: Ned guffawed, mouth pulling into a frankly ridiculous grin, "Oh, yeah, what a boat. What's he trying to prove?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck winks, pushing himself closer to Ned's side. "I surely hope he's not compensating for something."
Ned Chicane: "I'm sure you'll find he's not." Ned easily wrapped his arm around the kid, thumbing over his jacket.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck laughed quietly. "Oh so it's yours! I surely hope I'm not making you jealous, then."
Ned Chicane: Ned grinned, "My ego isn't that fragile." They stepped out into the night air and he took a deep, slow breath, listening to the far off rumble of teenagers racing around in their cars.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck got in first, looking around the car to admire its interior. "It's nice!" he yelled out to Ned. "Pretty white interior. Goes well with the red."
Ned Chicane: With a content smile and racing heart, Ned went around to the driver's side, turning towards Duck as he fastened his seat belt and licking his lips again. "You all good?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck looked right back, reaching behind him blindly to fasten his seatbelt. "Uh-huh, yeah. I'm good."
Ned Chicane: Ned nodded slightly, then turned back to the windshield, gripping the wheel in one hand as he started up the beast, hearing it rumble to life. "God, what did I do to snatch you up, hm?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck, for the first time that evening, had been rendered speechless. His face ran hot and he all but squirmed in his seat.
Ned Chicane: Ned chuckled as he glanced over, pulling the Continental out of the parking lot. "Cute little thing."

Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck smiled bashfully, almost uncharacteristically starting at his lap. "You really know how to talk someone up, huh?"
Ned Chicane: "I'm simply calling them as I see them, Duck." he reached over as he drove, his hand comfortably landing on Duck's thigh.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck leaned against the touch, sighing softly. "Do you get a lotta action with the people here? At the bar, I mean. Do you go there a lot."
Ned Chicane: Ned smiled, squeezing softly and rubbing his thumb over Duck's pants. "I'm a bit of a regular, I'll admit. They've gotten bored with me. I still like to go, though. It's nice to not feel alone."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Yeah, 'course. I dunno how any could get tired of you, though."
Ned Chicane: Ned laughed, his hand sliding a little higher up Duck's leg. "I have a few regulars of my own. I'm just more of a, uh, acquired taste."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Oh yeah? And what might that be? If I may ask." Duck spread his legs just enough to lead Ned on without seeming desperate.
Ned Chicane: "Fat, old, and hairy." he guffawed and shook his head, pulling into the residential street and patting Duck's thigh softly.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Shit, you got me there." Duck subtly moved forward in his seat, trying to move Ned's hand closer to his crotch.
Ned Chicane: Ned complied, tracing his fingers up, then down, each of Duck's thighs, grinning when he felt the tell-tale shape of a happy response. "I guess cruising truck stops helps you acquire that taste, hm?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck nodded, humming affirmatively as he focused on Ned's hands trailing up and down his legs. "It's not a bad taste to have."
Ned Chicane: "I've found it quite nice, myself." Ned sat his hand back down on Duck's thigh, this time close enough that his fingers cupped the very end of his erection. "Tell me what you want to do."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck hummed again, softly. "I-I don't really know. I'm never the one who leads. Do what ever you want to me."
Ned Chicane: Ned grinned as he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building, leaving the car running as he undid his seat belt and turned to look at Duck. "How thoughtful." he leaned in, cupping Duck's face.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck had reached for the door handle, but stopped as he felt Ned's hand on his cheek. His face flushed, and he leaned in ever so slightly.
Ned Chicane: Accepting the invitation, Ned leaned in and kissed Duck, slow, warm, licking gently at his lips and scraping his teeth ever-so-carefully.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck parted his lips to invite Ned further, reaching forward to rest his hand on Ned's shoulder.
Ned Chicane: With a soft moan, Ned licked into Duck's mouth, but pulled back, his hand migrating back to ruffle his hair, "Let's get inside, hm? It's not that late, someone might be out." a soft, apologetic smile, and he pulled away, turning off the car and opening up his door.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck nodded and got out just the same, stretching as he stepped out. "Wish it wasn't so light out, yeah?"
Ned Chicane: Ned grinned and nodded, leading the way up to the door, "You're such a little sweetheart, I wouldn't mind going out on a drive, finding somewhere to park for a while..." he fumbled for the key to the building, and held the door for Duck.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck nodded, stepping in. "That's how it usually goes for me. In someone's truck, or behind the high school. Anywhere but a bed, really."
Ned Chicane: "Oh, this is a special treat, then, isn't it?" Ned lead Duck to the stairs, going up one flight with just the slightest spring in his step - it had been a /while/ since he had such an excitable fella. "The chance to make a good impression."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): As Duck followed Ned up the stairs, he smiled and nodded. He slowly became lost in thought as he followed, thinking about how lucky he was to pick someone up so quickly. He slowly reached over and put his hand on Ned's shoulder, just to keep it there.
Ned Chicane: Ned smiled at the touch, unlocking the door to his own apartment and pushing it open. He couldn't exactly hold the door in the small confines of his apartment's entry, but that didn't stop him from pressing a quick kiss to Duck's cheek on the way in.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck laughed, shocked by the sudden intimacy of their time together. When the door was finally shut, he turned to Ned to kiss him proper, his hands on Ned's chest.
Ned Chicane: A grumble raised up in Ned's chest as he reciprocated the kiss, his hands reaching up once again to frame Duck's face, pulling him in deeper.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck puled back after a moment, smirking up at ned. "How 'bout we finally kick this night off, yeah? I'm dying over here."
Ned Chicane: "I noticed." Ned grinned, and slid his hand down to give Duck a squeeze. "C'mon, kid." he lead the way through the small hall into his bedroom, abandoning his jacket and starting to unbutton his own shirt.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck followed close behind, starting to strip along with Ned. When they made it to the bedroom, he stood in front of Ned, desperately trying to unbutton his shirt. "I'll do anything you tell me to, Ned. Anything you want."
Ned Chicane: Ned took his hands away, letting Duck unbutton for him. "First, I want you to relax, Duck, come on. No one's going to come interrupt, you can calm down."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "I know, I-" He swallowed. "Guess I'm just excited." He let his hands slip away from the buttons and he sighed, smiling up at Ned.
Ned Chicane: "That's fine." Ned pushed the shirt back off his shoulders and slid his hands under the hem of Duck's shirt, lifting it up and rubbing his hands over his sides and stomach. "You really are such a lovely little thing."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck let his eyes slip shut, and he signed softly, stepping forward slightly. "Please," he whispered, in relation to nothing in particular, "Please, Ned."
Ned Chicane: Ned pulled the shirt up over Duck's head and set to work. He kissed over his neck, as much as you could call it kissing. His lips and hands roamed, teeth scraping.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck let out soft moans every time Ned hit a particularly sensitive spot. He reached up to run his hands through Ned's hair, gripping it slightly.
Ned Chicane: Finally, Ned grew impatient, and started walking Duck backwards to the bed. "C'mon." he lifted him up onto the bed, and stepped back, unbuttoning his own pants and smiling down at Duck,
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck licked his lips, staring down at Ned's fly. He reached down to palm his own erection as he watched.
Ned Chicane: "Would you undress, please?" Ned felt a flare of nervousness from being so intently watched, sliding one hand into his boxers as soon as the zipper was undone, trying to speed things up a little. It wasn't the best feeling to have someone so ready to attend to him when he wasn't even starting to firm up.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck sat up and stripped slowly, unbuttoning his fly before slipping out of his jeans. "You want help, old man?"
Ned Chicane: "Shut up." Ned felt a sudden flood of heat to his face. "We aren't all on a hair trigger."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Listen, you said it yourself. I've got a taste for older gentlemen. Let me get on my knees and speed this up."
Ned Chicane: Ned gritted his teeth, but nodded, stepping back and pushing his pants down around his thighs, leaving his boxers to Duck. "Sorry." his voice was soft, the bite gone out of it.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Don't apologize, here, look," Duck got on his needs and pulled Ned's boxers down. He scooped up Ned's cock and licked the tip, slowly slipping it into his mouth. He sucked softly for a few minutes, humming pleasantly as he went along.
Ned Chicane: "Jee-sus..." Ned led licked his lips and moaned softly, hands settling in Duck's hair as he went. eventually, he felt himself twitching, hardening in Duck's mouth, "Good boy, there you go..."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck continued on, even after Ned had hardened up quite a bit. He pulled off with a pop a few moment later, leaning forward to lap up the precome forming at the tip.
Ned Chicane: Ned ruffled Duck's hair, "fuck, that's good." he bit his lip. "How about you get those pants off, while you're down there?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck beamed with pride, slowly slipping off his pants as he stood. He sat back on the bed, his legs spread as he sat in only his boxers.
Ned Chicane: "Thank you, Duck." Ned started to palm Duck through the boxers, sighing softly, "Needy." he acknowledged, "What a lovely little thing." he brought his hand up to Duck's face, now smeared a touch with Duck's own precum. "Clean that up?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck leaned forward to lick Ned's fingers, humming softly for show.
Ned Chicane: Ned smiled, pushing his index and middle finger into Duck's mouth for only a moment before pulling them out, wiping them dry on the sheets. "Go lay on the pillow, Duck. I want you to relax."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck swallowed and moved back, leaning down to lay on his back with a pillow under his head. He took a deep breath, mostly for show, to prove to Ned he was relaxing/
Ned Chicane: Ned crawled up onto the bed, reaching over Duck to grab lube out of his bedside table. "I'm going to open you up." he announced, pouring out some lube and warming it in his hands. "How do you want to be positioned?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Oh, please," Duck breathed out, moving to bend his knees and spread them. "This is fine, I just want you so badly."
Ned Chicane: "There we go." he smiled and clapped his hands, "Boxers? I'm a bit too, uh, slippery."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck breathed out a laugh and slipped off his boxers, almost without sitting up. He resumed his position and took a deep breath.
Ned Chicane: Ned grinned, "Good boy, thank you." he gave one quick tug along Duck's length, unable to really resist, then slid his fingers down, across his ass.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck let out his first real moan of the night, and he tensed up before visibly relaxing in Ned's hand.
Ned Chicane: The noise got a visible twitch out of Ned, dripping precum down onto the sheets as he slowly worked his finger into him, "Do we like that, Duck?" once he found that he was sliding in, Ned started to slowly work his finger in and out, and ducked down to suck gently at one of Duck's nipples.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck let out a string of moans as he nodded, his back arching against Ned's mouth as if to urge him closer.
Ned Chicane: Ned's teeth scraped softly across the nipple before he switched to the other side of Duck's chest, lapping at him and watching the man's face. "Good boy."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck's head was thrown back, and the sighed at the words of pleasure, his hand running through Ned's hand. "Ned, I- I need it, please."
Ned Chicane: "What do we need?" Ned pushed in his middle finger, movements slowing to just the smallest increments, making sure not to move too fast. "Use your words, Duck."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "You. I want- I want you." He squirmed in his spot, pushing down against Ned's fingers. "I need you to fuck me, please."
Ned Chicane: Ned laughed, "I'm a bit bigger than that, Duck. It's going to take a while." he wriggled his fingers, but allowed a slight reprieve, and sought out his prostate, giving a few focused strokes.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck whined, using his free hand to tug Ned's head up to kiss him.
Ned Chicane: Ned complied, humming gently into Duck's mouth as his fingers continued working, scissoring slowly, ever so hesitant to hurt him.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck moaned softly into Ned's mouth, his hips rolling in time with Ned's hand.
Ned Chicane: Slowly, Ned introduced the tip of a third finger, pulling away to watch Duck's face, "That good?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck opened his eyes and nodded, smiling up at Ned. "Jesus, please."
Ned Chicane: Ned laughed, shaking his head again, "We're taking our time, Duck. You said I could take charge, and this is what I want." still, his wrist was starting to complain from the angle.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck whined, his head tilting back. "Fair," he whispered, as he tried to relax and take it slowly.
Ned Chicane: Ned sat up, his unoccupied hand was still slick, and he played absently with the tip of Duck's cock, humming softly as he did.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck sighed, bucking up against Ned's hand. "I'm- Ned, I'm ready, please."
Ned Chicane: "Now, Duck, are you sure?" Ned tugged gently at Duck's balls, face spreading into a grin, "I'm really not sure..."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Yes, please. I promise..."
Ned Chicane: Ned laughed softly and slid his fingers out, watching with a pleased little smile as Duck twitched at the absence. "Alright, alright. Are you comfortable there, Duck?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck nodded, humming affirmatively. He spread his legs desperately.
Ned Chicane: "Such a desperate little thing!" Ned ran his hands over his own length, getting rid of the excess lube, and doing what he could to make things easier for Duck. Finally, he pulled himself close, and slid his tip into Duck with a groan.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck moaned, and he reached up to pull Ned down to kiss him surprisingly slowly.
Ned Chicane: Ned let Duck lead the kiss as he slowly ground his hips forward, taking slow, shallow thrusts.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck signed into Ned's mouth, reaching forward to stroke himself slowly.
Ned Chicane: "So eager." Ned nipped at Duck's lips, "is that good?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Yes, yes, shit. Yeah." He reached up and wrapped his arms around Ned's neck. "Please go faster."
Ned Chicane: Ned chuckled, and finally conceded, working himself up to a quick pace, thrusting into Duck with a slowly building moan.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck moaned, his back arching as he quickly was brought to the edge, but he dared not to go over. "I'm gonna- Ned, I'm gonna come. Please..."
Ned Chicane: "Go ahead." Ned urged, sliding his hand between them to help him along. "Come on, Duck, it's okay."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): It took only a few more moments for Duck to come, and as he spilled over onto Ned's hand, he moaned the other's name. "Don't stop," he breathed out. "Want it inside me..."
Ned Chicane: Ned nodded, speeding up and leaning down to suck and kiss at Duck's neck, quickly, he worked himself up and came into Duck, slowing to hard, deliberate, slow strokes as he pulsed into him.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck whimpered through the oversensitivity, and sighed softly as he felt Ned spill into him. He finally let himself relax as Ned pulled out. "Shit," he breathed out. "Definitely the best sex I've had in a while."
Ned Chicane: Ned rolled onto his side, panting a little, "Honored, truly." he wiped his hand off onto the sheets, closing his eyes, "I'll grab you a washcloth, just give me... a moment."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "Oh, thanks, yeah." Duck took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Do you mind if I, uh, smoke? I won't if you don't want me to, it's fine."
Ned Chicane: Ned burst into laughter, "Yeah, just open a window." he grinned and pulled himself up, pressing a kiss to Duck's mouth before wandering off into the bathroom.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck sat up with a groan, stepping over to his pants to fish out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter before moving to stand at the window, opening it. He lit the smoke and took a good, long drag, keeping the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling.
Ned Chicane: Ned washed himself up a little, running the tap until it came warm, and came back into the bedroom with a damp washcloth. "May I...?" he came up behind Duck, cloth in hand. "I mean, I don't- you can wash yourself..." Ned felt... old. He felt quite old, standing next to this kid. he wanted to be nice, though, not just strange.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck exhaled before turning to Ned and nodding. "You may, of course," he said, the cigarette dangling from his lips. "I don't mind."
Ned Chicane: With a soft little smile, Ned carefully washed Duck's stomach, hips, around his crotch, between his legs... anywhere that could've possibly been messy. "Good?" he met Duck's eyes with a little smile.
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck took the cigarette from his lips and exhaled, right into Ned's face. "Yeah, real good."
Ned Chicane: "Smart ass." Ned gave a swat to Duck's hip and shook his head, walking back off to the bathroom, "Do you plan on sleeping here?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck smiled contently. "Yeah, unless I'm impeding," he shouted in Ned's direction. "I'd hate to be rude."
Ned Chicane: Ned smirked, "No, that's fine!" he came back into the room, stretching his arms above his head. "Do you want to borrow something to wear?"
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): "No, it's fine." He took one last final drag before putting the smoke out on the windowsill. He exhaled it at he climbed into bed after shutting the window. "I'm sure you won't mind."
Ned Chicane: "I'm sure I won't." Ned agreed, pulling on a pair of boxers out of his dresser before following suit and laying beside Duck. "That was nice, thank you." he closed his eyes, "Oh, happy birthday, Duck."
Duck Newton (it's a nickname): Duck chuckled and moved flush against Ned's side. "My birthday was, like, two weeks ago. But thank you, I'm glad you could contribute to my gift from myself."