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bringing_sexy_beck) wrote2019-10-11 01:38 am
bringing_sexy_beck) wrote2019-10-11 01:38 am
Entry tags:
AU | for Corbin}
from here
Quentin was there within forty-five minutes.
He really hadn't been that far away in the first place, and he headed out as soon as Corbin sent that picture of him at the convenience store. Triangulating from there hadn't been hard. Once he had the name, he sort of figured out who Corbin is--he had a clue, but the name helped--and he might have slipped a text along to the kid's uncle. A friendly offer to keep an eye on him, he was in town, he was happy to keep him entertained. Teenagers were a handful. Nobody wanted the kid getting in trouble.
How old was he again?
(Turned out, a little younger than Quentin had thought, but he was still in the car on the road, on the way.)
When he gets to the motel, he parks not far from where the pin is. He doesn't linger for very long. Long enough to maybe make it seem like this is something new and exciting and adventurous for him too. It isn't. That wasn't the point. If he can cultivate that edge of tenderness before anything happened, Corbin will be more at ease. It was probably a little bit gross that Quentin knows that.
Eventually, he climbs out of the car and goes up to the door, knocking.
"Corbin?" he calls gently. "Hey, it's Quentin Beck."
Quentin was there within forty-five minutes.
He really hadn't been that far away in the first place, and he headed out as soon as Corbin sent that picture of him at the convenience store. Triangulating from there hadn't been hard. Once he had the name, he sort of figured out who Corbin is--he had a clue, but the name helped--and he might have slipped a text along to the kid's uncle. A friendly offer to keep an eye on him, he was in town, he was happy to keep him entertained. Teenagers were a handful. Nobody wanted the kid getting in trouble.
How old was he again?
(Turned out, a little younger than Quentin had thought, but he was still in the car on the road, on the way.)
When he gets to the motel, he parks not far from where the pin is. He doesn't linger for very long. Long enough to maybe make it seem like this is something new and exciting and adventurous for him too. It isn't. That wasn't the point. If he can cultivate that edge of tenderness before anything happened, Corbin will be more at ease. It was probably a little bit gross that Quentin knows that.
Eventually, he climbs out of the car and goes up to the door, knocking.
"Corbin?" he calls gently. "Hey, it's Quentin Beck."