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muserevival - 081.1 || Lyrics Prompt
"I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms."
• Into My Arms, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Chase had made so many trips to Philadelphia in the last few weeks that he could practically drive the route on auto-pilot. Not quite as auto-pilot as the time he was driving home from a long and hard nightshift, accidentally fell asleep at the wheel and nearly slammed into the back of a pick-up truck. Sometimes it paid to sleep in your car a bit before you actually turned on the engine, no matter how short the drive was.
He had a couple of days off to kill and even though he hadn't actually told Connor his trips to Philly weren't just booty calls but checking to make sure he was okay, he wasn't too proud to take the perks with the job at hand. Literally, in most cases. He had the stereo of his Jeep turned up with Betty Davis Eyes playing loudly while he sung along and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. What he was guilty of was cockblocking himself from analysing this... thing. He didn't want to define whatever it was with Connor because the last time he did that with someone he was sleeping with, it ended in disaster. All his relationships had ended in disaster, so the track record wasn't anything to allow as precedent.
When the track changed over to the much more sombre Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, he glanced down at the stereo for a moment, considering skipping the track. It was a favourite, without a doubt, but not really the mood he was going for. Fuck, he had no idea what he was doing here. There was an undoubted awareness that he probably should have put a stop to this fling awhile ago. It wasn't even necessarily the considerable age gap, though that could have been a good excuse to talk himself out of it. The simple fact was that he had been struggling to think of Connor as just a simple casual fuck ever since the guy walked out of the shadows and nearly caused him to crap himself that night, with a horrible confession that had followed.
Did he feel some sort of morbid connection to Connor? Possibly. Likely more the much simpler option that he identified with what Connor was going through. Sure, for very different reasons, but being involved in someone's life being taken from them was a demon you carried with you forever. It had stirred up a lot of Chase's own demons. He hated this time of year in America. It was cold, it was Christmassy, and it got under his skin more than he cared to admit. Just like Connor. But did Connor really represent his sordid past, or was he stuck on him more because he didn't want to admit he wanted it to continue into the future?
That was when his cell in its dock started to ring with the ringtone he had set for Connor so he could distinguish when his call was coming in - the chorus of AC/DC's, Shook Me All Night Long - and Connor's picture of him flipping Chase the bird came up on the screen. Chase gave a small yet fond roll of his eyes, smirking when he hit answer. "Miss me that much, huh?" he teased, glancing in the rearview mirror to switch lanes to get out on the exit to the highway.
"Pull over," came Connor's cocky drawl over the hands-free.
Chase glanced at the cell with a snicker. "Is it a cock or arse selfie this time? You've already about filled my memory, you know. I'm a fucking goner if my phone falls into the wrong hands."
"Just change your pin to 6-6-6. No Christian will dare to try it in case Satan leaps out of the screen and sends them to the burning depths of hell. What's that song that's playing?"
"There I was thinking you were so pro-religion with how much you moan Jesus and God's name when you're under me. You do remember I'm Catholic and once thought I wanted to be a priest, right? Not that it mattered since I've basically shat all over every one of the Ten Commandments from great heights," Chase countered. "Aussie group. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Song's called Into My Arms. Wait, I'll turn it down. Not exactly conducive for Instaporn." He turned the sound on the stereo down, cutting the song off mid-way.
"Any time you feel like tainting a confessional with me, give me a call. Nothing like pleading for penance in the middle of committing the sin. Kinky..." Connor growled down the line.
Chase snorted in amusement because he would be lying if he didn't admit these types of acts hadn't tempted him in the past. "Let me take you out to dinner tonight."
A pause at the end of the line was the answer and a few beats of silence passed before Connor responded. "Dinner? Why?"
"Why not? We've got to eat," Chase threw back and flicked his indicators on so he could pull over to the kerb, his focused averted from driving to the conversation with Connor.
"A date." The cynicism was evident in Connor's tone, probably accompanied by the hint of a skeptical sneer.
"Yeah, what of it, princess?" Chase taunted. "Don't think I'm bringing you a fucking corsage, though."
"Alright, but I'm fucking you in the bathroom between courses."
"Deal. See you soon, gorgeous." Chase ended the call with another trademark smirk, but it faltered after just a moment or two. He indulged himself with some second thoughts, a hint of cold feet, wondering if he had just made the right move. Had he been expecting Connor to flat-out turn him down? He knew the answer to that without needing to torture himself with the inner turmoil. Connor should have said no. Things would have been so much easier if he had, and those casual fuck boundaries were clearly drawn like a line in the sand one shouldn't cross over.
There was something dangerous about his liaison with Connor. But there was something yet to be identified, Chase just realised, that he was willing to risk being burned for.
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But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms."
• Into My Arms, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Chase had made so many trips to Philadelphia in the last few weeks that he could practically drive the route on auto-pilot. Not quite as auto-pilot as the time he was driving home from a long and hard nightshift, accidentally fell asleep at the wheel and nearly slammed into the back of a pick-up truck. Sometimes it paid to sleep in your car a bit before you actually turned on the engine, no matter how short the drive was.
He had a couple of days off to kill and even though he hadn't actually told Connor his trips to Philly weren't just booty calls but checking to make sure he was okay, he wasn't too proud to take the perks with the job at hand. Literally, in most cases. He had the stereo of his Jeep turned up with Betty Davis Eyes playing loudly while he sung along and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. What he was guilty of was cockblocking himself from analysing this... thing. He didn't want to define whatever it was with Connor because the last time he did that with someone he was sleeping with, it ended in disaster. All his relationships had ended in disaster, so the track record wasn't anything to allow as precedent.
When the track changed over to the much more sombre Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, he glanced down at the stereo for a moment, considering skipping the track. It was a favourite, without a doubt, but not really the mood he was going for. Fuck, he had no idea what he was doing here. There was an undoubted awareness that he probably should have put a stop to this fling awhile ago. It wasn't even necessarily the considerable age gap, though that could have been a good excuse to talk himself out of it. The simple fact was that he had been struggling to think of Connor as just a simple casual fuck ever since the guy walked out of the shadows and nearly caused him to crap himself that night, with a horrible confession that had followed.
Did he feel some sort of morbid connection to Connor? Possibly. Likely more the much simpler option that he identified with what Connor was going through. Sure, for very different reasons, but being involved in someone's life being taken from them was a demon you carried with you forever. It had stirred up a lot of Chase's own demons. He hated this time of year in America. It was cold, it was Christmassy, and it got under his skin more than he cared to admit. Just like Connor. But did Connor really represent his sordid past, or was he stuck on him more because he didn't want to admit he wanted it to continue into the future?
That was when his cell in its dock started to ring with the ringtone he had set for Connor so he could distinguish when his call was coming in - the chorus of AC/DC's, Shook Me All Night Long - and Connor's picture of him flipping Chase the bird came up on the screen. Chase gave a small yet fond roll of his eyes, smirking when he hit answer. "Miss me that much, huh?" he teased, glancing in the rearview mirror to switch lanes to get out on the exit to the highway.
"Pull over," came Connor's cocky drawl over the hands-free.
Chase glanced at the cell with a snicker. "Is it a cock or arse selfie this time? You've already about filled my memory, you know. I'm a fucking goner if my phone falls into the wrong hands."
"Just change your pin to 6-6-6. No Christian will dare to try it in case Satan leaps out of the screen and sends them to the burning depths of hell. What's that song that's playing?"
"There I was thinking you were so pro-religion with how much you moan Jesus and God's name when you're under me. You do remember I'm Catholic and once thought I wanted to be a priest, right? Not that it mattered since I've basically shat all over every one of the Ten Commandments from great heights," Chase countered. "Aussie group. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Song's called Into My Arms. Wait, I'll turn it down. Not exactly conducive for Instaporn." He turned the sound on the stereo down, cutting the song off mid-way.
"Any time you feel like tainting a confessional with me, give me a call. Nothing like pleading for penance in the middle of committing the sin. Kinky..." Connor growled down the line.
Chase snorted in amusement because he would be lying if he didn't admit these types of acts hadn't tempted him in the past. "Let me take you out to dinner tonight."
A pause at the end of the line was the answer and a few beats of silence passed before Connor responded. "Dinner? Why?"
"Why not? We've got to eat," Chase threw back and flicked his indicators on so he could pull over to the kerb, his focused averted from driving to the conversation with Connor.
"A date." The cynicism was evident in Connor's tone, probably accompanied by the hint of a skeptical sneer.
"Yeah, what of it, princess?" Chase taunted. "Don't think I'm bringing you a fucking corsage, though."
"Alright, but I'm fucking you in the bathroom between courses."
"Deal. See you soon, gorgeous." Chase ended the call with another trademark smirk, but it faltered after just a moment or two. He indulged himself with some second thoughts, a hint of cold feet, wondering if he had just made the right move. Had he been expecting Connor to flat-out turn him down? He knew the answer to that without needing to torture himself with the inner turmoil. Connor should have said no. Things would have been so much easier if he had, and those casual fuck boundaries were clearly drawn like a line in the sand one shouldn't cross over.
There was something dangerous about his liaison with Connor. But there was something yet to be identified, Chase just realised, that he was willing to risk being burned for.
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