Mike grits his teeth, jaw set the moment that knife trails down his cheek and to his throat, but the hair on the nape of his neck rises and his back arches as if to get away, instinctual.
He swears that Colin would probably be able to tell how he swallows before he tries to say anything else just by the knife near his adams apple as it rises and falls.
He couldn't get the guy out of his head either, but most of that was because he'd wake up with a start if he dreamed about the horrific experience, or when he needed to buy a new phone--which he didn't, getting about as far as the parking lot before remembering how close it was to the bar. Maybe Colin is another type of junkie. One that gets off on fucking straight guys.
...But was he straight?
He breathes heavily out his nose, grunting in anger as he tries half-heartedly to push away, not wanting the other to drag a knife across his jugular. He can't scream, not now. Can't get help. He's screwed.
"All I've thought about is how much you need professional goddamn help, you know that?"
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Date: 2015-07-27 10:41 am (UTC)He swears that Colin would probably be able to tell how he swallows before he tries to say anything else just by the knife near his adams apple as it rises and falls.
He couldn't get the guy out of his head either, but most of that was because he'd wake up with a start if he dreamed about the horrific experience, or when he needed to buy a new phone--which he didn't, getting about as far as the parking lot before remembering how close it was to the bar. Maybe Colin is another type of junkie. One that gets off on fucking straight guys.
...But was he straight?
He breathes heavily out his nose, grunting in anger as he tries half-heartedly to push away, not wanting the other to drag a knife across his jugular. He can't scream, not now. Can't get help. He's screwed.
"All I've thought about is how much you need professional goddamn help, you know that?"