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The wet, mucky grass squelches beneath the two as they walk. Their respective leather boots are covered in mud. Cals wearing a tshirt while Andre is wearing a sweater. They’d come to the woods to practice shooting without anticipating how poor the weather would be today. The air was a humid cold, condensation clinging to Cals exposed skin. Clearly, one of them had been more prepared than the other.
“Are we far out enough yet?”
The zippers of the soft gun cases slung over their shoulders clink with every step. Andre, ahead of Cal, stops and looks around.
“Yeah. This should be good.”
He drops the guns hes holding onto the ground, only remebering afterwards how wet the grass is. Wet enough for him to slightly sink into it. For once, his dad was aware of this outing and had gotten the guns for the two. The excuse was that Andre wanted to teach Cal abit about how to hunt, obviously complete bullshit but he somehow bought it. Andre was relieved that his dad had bought it – especially now that he might not be able to get all the mud off. Cal puts the guns hes carrying down with them as well.
Andre crouches over them, moving them around; “So, which gun do you want to start with?”
“The carbine. What’d you call it again? Melena?”
It irks him somewhat that he hadnt exactly remembered her name yet still wants to shoot with her first. Nevertheless, he opens up the case and takes her out.
For a while, he spends his time correcting how Cal is holding the gun before he even allows him to shoot. They didnt even bring anything to shoot at, this time theyre just aiming for the trees. In all honesty, Andres form wasnt perfect either. He always struggled to keep his elbow down while aiming. They’d previously gone shooting with Chris, there was no need for him to be so fussy about this.
“Just let me shoot, okay? I know.”
Andre shoots him a look but stands aside and watches him aim for the tree a few yards away. Stupidly, they forgot earplugs, the shot has both of their ears ringing. He fires another, and another before being told to stop so they can go see if he hit it – both of them pleased (and shocked) to find none of the shots missed.
“Holy shit. Pass me the gun, let me go.”
Once theyve trecked through the mud to get back to their original spot, Andre aims for a tree adjacent to the one Cal had shot at. He shoots once but looking around afterwards to find where Cal is, he seems him digging through their pile of guns again. Presumably impatient.
“Can you wait a minute?”
He perks his head up,
“I just wanted to see the revolver.”
He sighs, walking over to help him open the case. When Cal takes it out, he presses the cylinder release in to check that theres ammo in the chambers. Probably wouldve been good to do before they’d left, hes lucky theres a few bullets. Standing, he aims it at the tree he had shot before. He briefly looks over to see if Andres noticed but all he can observe is that Andre has his elbow up per usual – incorrect form. He shoots once, pauses for a moment and then empties the chamber. Walking over to the tree he sees that multiple of those shots had missed. Not every can be a winner. Andre continues to shoot at his own tree, paying no mind.
Cal looks around for a moment. The forest is nice today, apart from their own shots its almost dead silent. Somewhat foggy as well. Seeing the cloudy sky, the thought of his own demise pops into his head. It would be approaching soon, probably. He looks over to his partner and another thought springs into his mind.
“Hey, wanna see my impression of uh, a dead body?”
He yells out, walking over to beside the tree Andre was just shooting at once he stops and looks over. Andre, who hadn’t even agreed to this. He lowers his gun to the floor.
“Look. Pretend im a victim.”
…
“And..Oh! Fuck! You shot me!”
He moves his hand over his chest, dramatically falling to the floor onto his back.
“Thats so stupid, Cal.” The amusement in his voice is obvious. He walks over, sticks crunching beneath his heavy soles. “Youre getting yourself dirty.”
The corpse act is quite convincing, Andre crouches beside with Melena rested in his lap, barrel pointed towards the vast trees. Somehow, Cal is managing to keep his eyes open. Hes obviously breathing yet for a moment you wouldnt be able to see the rise and fall of his chest — its so shallow. His mouth is slightly agape. He cant help but look over and smile a few seconds after being hovered over. He finally blinks, as well.
“Wait, stop. Dont get up. Do that again.”
So he does. As quick as he was again alive, he was back to being limp. He looks over Cals body, feeling a familiar pit pool in his stomach. He drops his knees down into the mud, putting his prized gun beside him and taking off his gloves. The t-shirt just makes the corpse act all that much more convincing, hes cold to the touch. Andre breathes heavily. He can imagine it as real, that he had shot Cal, that theres blood pooling out of him as he runs his hand up and down his arm. Taking his hand away, he hesitates at first but pushes Cals shirt up to reveal his stomach.
“Andre?”
“Shut up, wait. Shut up. Be still.”
He gets up, looming over Cal for a moment.
“Andre. Youre freaking me out.”
Cal props himself up on his elbow, looking up at Andre. Theres a hint of fear in his eyes, hardly. He knows Andre wouldnt actually hurt him. Probably.
“Stop — no — go back. Youre fine.”
He rolls his eyes and hesitates but still goes limp again. Andre steps over him, kneeling in the mud again between his legs. Only at this point does the realization hit him. He tries his best to stay still and not smile. Andre lets out a shaky breath, going to undo Cals belt.
“I wish, that,” … “I wish that you didnt..” Another shaky breath, “...have to die.”
He pulls his pants down, Cal shivers slightly at the cold air hitting his thighs but is quick to resist the response.
“Youre so cold.” He practically whispers, its so softspoken.
He puts his hand on an exposed thigh, pushing it up into the leg of his boxers where he feels over the scars before pulling away.
“I shouldve shot you sooner, the first time we were looking at all the guns together. Shouldve watched you collapse onto the carpet.”
He gets up again, undoing his own belt and pants.
“Shouldve.. watched you, bleed out. Bleed out into the light blue carpet.” The cadence in his voice makes it clear hes envisioning it as he speaks.
“Watched the blood spread across it,” He kneels once again, pulling Cals boxers down as much as possible.
“and, shouldve, shot you again to keep it coming.”
He frees himself from his own boxers, spitting in his hand and keeping his eyes on Cal as he spreads it over himself. So deep in the thought, he can practically smell a heavily metallic scent of old blood radiating off Cal. Strong like rot. He wishes it wasnt all in his head. The thick forest air clings to his skin.
He lines himself up with Cal and slowly pushes in, theres still some resistance but he doesnt care at this point. The body below him seems to, somewhat, since it lets out a small pained noise. Andre pretends its just because hes moving it, releasing some of the trapped gasses in the body. Its somewhat awkward with them both being mostly clothed but hes able to make it work.
He bottoms out, pausing so it has a moment to adjust. Not that it needs to, its a dead body.
“Sorry, Cal,” He pants, “If you could see this you would understand. Youre so pretty. Fuck, youre so pretty.”
He takes ahold of his hips and slowly starts moving. Cals skin is pale and the condensation that had stuck to him gives it a clammy quality, it makes it all the more realistic. His body is completely slack, with every thrust his body bounces a little. It pushes his messy blonde hair into the mud below, intertwining, reconnecting him with the earth where he belongs.
“Oh, god. God. Youre so cold.” He gently moves his hands off Cals hips to plant them beside him, thrusting in harder; faster.
“I should keep your body in my bedroom. Or, my bathtub. Let you rot there, keep coming back for this until I cant handle the smell.”
He leans his head down, resting it in the crook of Cals neck. His breath his hot against him.
“No, no. Id.. be able to handle it. Its you, of course I would. I couldnt just throw you out, Cal. When youre too rotten to take it anymore, ill just join you.”
A small moan slips out of Cal, he clenches one of his hands into a fist before releasing it to keep up his act. He wants to give it up and grip onto Andres sweater as if his life depends on it but even more than that, he doesnt want to ruin this. He wants to keep listening. He wants to be dead; if his life did depend on it, it wouldnt matter as his upcoming afterlife is so much more important.
“Sorry for this, Cal, oh my god. I cant, I cant,”
He groans, slamming hard a few final times before finishing inside. He pulls out, watching it leak out. Before too much can escape his body, he shoves two fingers in to keep more from leaving. Thats what finally does it for Cal, who cant help but whimper as he cums onto his own stomach and shirt.
Both breathing heavily, they stay like that for a moment. Andre looks over him one last time and pulls his fingers out, shakily standing up and getting his pants back on. He steps back over Cal and picks up Melena while hes at it, completely forgetting about the gloves. Those are gonna be left behind when they leave.
“Youre covered in mud.” He says to the watery-eyed, wide-eyed Cal below him.