Jeffrey "Williford." Dahmer clone. The fun one. |
mun 18+. indie based on Geoffrey Girard's Project Cain and Cain's Blood #deadlydahmer
brother blog Blog contains disturbing themes.
❝Jealous? First time I’ve heard that one. It isn’t as fun as it may seem, really. Only if you’re into objectification at least.❞ It wasn’t long before he’d finished off his first beer, and he was definitely ready for another.
"Gotta be more exciting than folding clothes all day,“ he noted. Jeffrey set his half-empty bottle down, and nodded towards Elton’s. "Done already? You want something to eat, maybe?”
Is that all you can say? Oh? He smiled nervously, taking another long drink. ❝You’re judging me now, aren’t you?❞
Hiding his lips behind the mouth of his beer bottle, Jeffrey shook his head, adamant. “No, no! If anything… I’m kind of jealous." He laughed again and shrugged. That, and turned on. Not that he’d say that out loud. Neither of them were drunk enough yet.
He hesitated slightly before answering. ❝I’m actually a callboy… I do some acting, too.❞ the dahlia responded, shoulders rolling into a shrug.
Another “Oh.” This one paired with a lift of his brows. Jeff didn’t miss the hesitance in Elton’s behaviour, but he nodded along as thought it was the most normal career one could hope to have. “That’s cool.” With a laugh, he added, “I’m sure it’s more fun than what I do.”
Accepting the alcoholic beverage into a dainty hand, his fingers tightened around the neck, and he brought it up to his lips, taking a swig. ❝Thanks.❞ Elton leaned back into the warmth of the sofa.❝So, Jeffrey, what do you do for a living?❞
He nodded, then took a swig of his drink. The cool beverage really hit the spot–he let out a sigh, then answered, “Retail by day, bartender by night. Glamorous, I know.” He rolled his eyes to signify his sarcasm. “You?”
Down the hall the dahlia went, till he reached the final door. He leaned against the sink, staring into the mirror at his disheveled appearance. You look a mess. You just went and messed up everything. No wonder he didn’t want you. After splashing some water onto his face, Elton returned to the livign room and took a seat on the sofa. ❝Nice place.❞
Where he’d left the pin, Jeffery turned his gaze. He touched it lightly, but had the feeling it was the sort of thing that would not go unnoticed if it were moved or misplaced, so he went to the fridge and produced two bottles of beer. “Does the job.” He handed one to his guest. The truth was Jeff did have a fairly nice place. It was not quite threadbare; more like minimalistic. Still, he managed to make quite the mess when he was in the mood.
Elton followed along silently, taking in his surroundings. ❝Looks tidy enough to me, I’ve seen worse, really. Hey, do you have a restroom?❞ removing his dahlia, he sat it aside and placed his bag by the door.
"Ah, yeah, of course.“ Jeff nodded and pointed down the hall. "Last door, you can’t miss it.” A few of his belongings were scattered here and there, so he began haphazardly tidying up. If for nothing other than appearances, he’d have to set up the couch for his new guest.
Elton sat in silence too, before unbuckling himself. He looked over at the man, or the outline of his face, rather, and smiled. ❝Thanks for this…❞ and out of the car he was, duffel bag on his side.
"Look, don’t even worry about it,“ insisted Jeffrey with a shake of his head. Making sure the doors on his car were locked, he started walking towards the stairs, ensuring Elton was following him. "Honestly, though, I wasn’t expecting anyone, so sorry my place is such a mess.”
❝Actually, I’m not familiar with the area whatsoever. As a matter of fact, I was a little scared about walking on my own. Thank god you came along.❞
"Oh.“ He lets out a laugh now. "Well, you know. Glad I could help.” After a few more moments, Jeff pulled into the apartment’s parking garage. “Home, sweet home.” Jeff pulled the keys from the ignition, and sat still for a moment in silence before unbuckling his seat belt.
