He's not trying. He has. He's fucking quit. There's no room for trying, he can't afford to try. He had to do it, and he can't look back from it. He can't consider a one last time, or maybe just a little. He did it cold turkey and fought through the withdrawal and he's not doing it again. Never fucking again.
Of course, Mike knows all the right buttons to push. Knows just what to say to push Tim's anger further. Honestly, Mike knows more about him than Tim ever cared for him to. A lot of shit gets said when you're on a three-day bender of oxy and God knows what else, and they had quite a few of those. A lot gets said when you wake up from a haunting nightmare and somebody is there to put a pipe in your hand.
Mike knows a lot and there's no doubt in Tim's mind that the other will use it against him.
Mike grabs him by the shirt and Tim's fingers wrap around the other's throat. there's no pressure, but they're there, holding the junkie against the wall. A warning, or maybe a promise. Maybe it's Mike's hands fisted in his shirt or maybe it's the proximity, or maybe it's the scent of oxy in the room, but either way, Tim's hard in his jeans.
That's another thing Mike's so fucking good at. Getting Tim hard without ever trying.
"No, this is about you bein' nothin' but a piece of shit junkie, poisonin' every single thing you touch. What are you without all the drugs? Huh? You're nothin'. You're worthless."
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Date: 2015-12-23 10:20 am (UTC)Of course, Mike knows all the right buttons to push. Knows just what to say to push Tim's anger further. Honestly, Mike knows more about him than Tim ever cared for him to. A lot of shit gets said when you're on a three-day bender of oxy and God knows what else, and they had quite a few of those. A lot gets said when you wake up from a haunting nightmare and somebody is there to put a pipe in your hand.
Mike knows a lot and there's no doubt in Tim's mind that the other will use it against him.
Mike grabs him by the shirt and Tim's fingers wrap around the other's throat. there's no pressure, but they're there, holding the junkie against the wall. A warning, or maybe a promise. Maybe it's Mike's hands fisted in his shirt or maybe it's the proximity, or maybe it's the scent of oxy in the room, but either way, Tim's hard in his jeans.
That's another thing Mike's so fucking good at. Getting Tim hard without ever trying.
"No, this is about you bein' nothin' but a piece of shit junkie, poisonin' every single thing you touch. What are you without all the drugs? Huh? You're nothin'. You're worthless."