Afton approaches his motel room and sheepishly knocks on the door, "Karl? You're not naked again right?"
...
After getting no response he just shrugs and opens the door, finding his partner sitting at the end of the bed with a prominent scowl on his face. He seemed to be clutching something in his hand but Afton couldn't get a good look at it. "Karl? Is something wrong?" he asks, confused at what might've brought this on.
The man jolts slightly at his voice, his head whipping towards Afton and sighing when he sees him. "Ah, kid... No, nothing's wrong, just lost in my thoughts is all."
"You sure? You seem angry about something..."
Karl shrugs, "Well... There is this one thing..."
Flashback :
Karl had just bullied Afton out of the room so he could resume his 'exercise' with Jeannie. He'd become interested in the woman over the past couple of days, and she'd obviously reciprocated. Something still felt off about her though, the smile she flashed at the citizens of the town aswell as himself seemed almost fake.
Regardless, it'd been a while since he'd bedded a woman, and there was only so long you could spend around sweaty criminals before you start questioning your sexuality...
After another session of roughin' and tumblin' he slumpt against his pillow with Jeannie resting her head on his chest. They'd just begun the dreaded ritual known as "Pillowtalk
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