forum Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Started August 08, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Met heard Jason’s thoughts with a wince. It won’t come to that. I can protect myself… right?

Jason kisses his forehead. I would die for him… He's my everything… seeing him hurt… could I handle that?

Met smiled nervously at his lover, uncomfortable with his back turned on so many people. He won’t see me hurt. Nothing will happen.

He chuckles softly as they receive their food. He nods in thanks before looking at Met. "We should leave."

Met shook his head. “We don’t have to leave because I am uncomfortable.”
Over Met’s shoulder, Jason could spy two women looking over at Met. One had a hungry look in her eyes (the one holding a pretzel) the second had a tactical, careful look on her face.

"I'm getting the creeps too, baby." He mutters, kissing Met's forehead.

Met shifted his weight onto his other foot, leaning his head into Jason. “If you want to, I guess we can.”

Jason nods. "Let's get going." He says gently.

Met squeezed Jason’s hands, his shaking getting a little worse. The stares made him feel incredibly nervous…
“Are we bringing the food?”

"Yeah. Let's go, baby." He noticed Met's shaking. He kisses Met's forehead and starts to walk.

Met nodded and turned after Jason, tailing him shakily. I’ll be okay… I’ll be okay…
As the pair exited the court, the pair of women stood up slowly.

Jason looks at Met, seeing the women out of the corner of his eyes. He takes a breath, starting to walk a little faster.

Met’s breath hitched in his throat as he heard the fine scrapings of the chairs. He lengthened his strides, trying to remember where the exit was.

Jason guides him, knowing this place like the back of his hand. He had heard the chairs scraping as well, and he could obviously sense Met's distress due to how badly the male was shaking.

Met followed Jason like a lost puppy, focusing on his shaking and the fine scuffings of the women’s shoes on the white tile of the mall floors.

It's going to be okay… he takes a breath and calms down.

Met was far from calm. Though Jason being calm did help, he heard the women’s racing plans; plans so disgusting it made him want to retch.

Jason squeezes his hands. They just have to get to the car.

Met swallowed nervously, walking strictly next to Jason. The car the car the car

Jason smiled assuringly towards Met gently fore walking towards the parking lot, making sure not to take a straight path.

Met gave Jason a nervous look, hunching down slightly so his head couldn’t be seen over the cars. Soon the pair made it to Jason’s old car.

Jason opens the car for Met, handing him the food before hurrying towards the drivers seat and pulling out. He tried not to look panicked.

Met took the food, ducked into the car and buckled in. As Jason pulled out Met tapped Jason’s thigh. He’d gotten an idea.
“Seth’s. My place. Not yours.” His words were spoken in quick succession.

"Okay, baby. What's the address?" He says softly, eyes on the road.

Met rambled off the address and instructions as to how to get there, nervously looking out the back. He tugged out his phone, yet hesitated. Should I alert them now?