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Tamsy paces his room with a huff, silver jewelry sparkling between his fingers. It’s dark, the cream-colored illumination from the moon the only light source in the confined space. He thumbs at his lip, eyebrows twisted in mild irritation.
He had washed his face earlier, scrubbing with bare hands coated in soap suds, and accidentally knocked his piercing out of place. Usually, it wasn’t hard at all to push the thin metal back into his lip. Today, however, didn’t seem to be one of those days as he tried again to no avail.
If he were any more frustrated, he would’ve cussed and taken his loss; going to sleep with nothing but hope that the hole wouldn’t close while he was resting. Trying to deal with a stubborn piercing was bad enough, but to have to go through the entire, pain-stakingly extensive, healing procress again?
Yeah, no thank you.
He sighed with a shake of his head, long hair brushing against his back, out of the usually styled bun he sported. He looked down at his casual wear, a plain white shirt and sweats that reminded him more of pajama pants, and resigned himself to finding the one man who absolutely would be up as late as he was.
He cracked open the door to his room, slipping out quietly to avoid being caught by anyone else in such a leisurely state. It wasn’t necessarily bad... but Tamsy felt a little naked without the familiar piercing, and he licks over the empty spot subconsciously.
He walks down to the cleaner’s main hall, peeking in to see Enjin snoring openly on a chair, a cigarette tucked behind his ear and arms folded behind his head.
He is not a cute sleeper. Actually, Tamsy thought he looked pretty unattractive when he slept, but he just rolled his eyes instead of snickering, clearly not in the mood to joke. He leans over the older man, jabbing him in the forehead to wake him up. So much for being gentle, well, that wasn’t really Tamsy’s style anyway.
Enjin wakes with a cut-off snore and a jolt, blinking his eyes hard to rid himself of foggy vision.
“Huh?” He says a pitch too high, confused, and struggling to focus on the giver, who was way too close; not that he was coherent enough to notice yet.
Tamsy sighs, it’s long and drawn out, like he couldn’t bear to be in the other man’s presence for much longer. “Enjin. Wake up, I need your help.”
“Whoa, Tamsy! You scared me! What’s up?” He asks, and the other man wastes not a second.
“My piercing fell out,” He starts, holding out his hand to show the small piercing sitting in the middle of his palm, “I tried many times, but I can’t seem to get it in.”
Enjin makes a face of contemplation, suddenly looking nervous. He stands with a hand on his chin, eyes looking over Tamsy’s face.
“Oh…” He trails off for a moment before continuing, “Yours is so small, though.”
He peers closer at the small piece of metal, squinting at it, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it either, maybe you should go ask-”
“Just get it in, please. Okay?” Tamsy interrupts, shoving his hand closer and almost forcing the jewelry into Enjin’s. The yellow-blond fumbled a little, but ultimately took it, stepping up closer to Tamsy.
“Alright, alright. No need to get snippy.” He says, bringing up his fingers to pull down on Tamsy’s bottom lip, eyeing the hole.
His grip was clumsy, like he didn’t know what to do being in such proximity with the soft-faced giver, pale eyes looking straight into his soul. Or maybe they weren’t, but Enjin wasn’t one to think twice about it, especially not now.
He pushed the piercing in, internally cringing when it seemed to snag, and he suppressed a shiver when Tamsy’s tongue accidentally swipes against his thumb. At least he thinks it’s an accident; he hopes so.
“Damn, it doesn’t hurt?” He mumbles in question, his eyes creep up to peak at Tamsy’s tongue piercing, and he ignores all the thoughts in his head that made him feel butterflies in his stomach. Tamsy made a noncommittal sound, shoulders coming up to shrug, a non-verbal way of saying: probably not as much as it seemed like.
“How do I do it… Oh!” He exclaims, finally pushing it through, the ball point making it sit securely, and Tamsy would make sure he wasn’t too rough on his face in the future.
“There ya go,” Enjins says, backing up and ignoring the flush of heat crawling up his face.
“Thank you.”
“It’s nothing really..” The man says, tone a bit awkward, before he waves Tamsy goodbye, the younger giver turning to leave.
Enjin scratches the back of his neck as he watches the slim silhouette grow smaller down the dim hall. His thoughts were scrambled as he rubbed his fingers together, imagining the feel of smooth flesh on pink lips.
That was strangely hot… the hell was that?!
When he was out of sight, Tamsy licked over the piercing, mouth tasting faintly like ash and smoke, and he grimaced.
“I need to disinfect my mouth, asap.” He says to himself, clicking his tongue in vague annoyance.