"What? What bloody hell are you babbling on about?" Lex snapped, frustrated when Mason readjusted himself, pressing his body even deeper into the couch. He fidgeted uncomfortably beneath Mason's bulkier build, grunting as Mason greedily started fussing with his pants.<br/><br/>"Mason, you thick bloke, how could I ever forget about you?" Lex's voice was softer now, a ragged whisper as his hands found Mason's, stalling them in their mild assault on the zipper of his jeans. Lex looked up into his companion's eyes, noting the glassy and angry glint in those obsidian pupils. "You feeling neglected, love? Come on now, you should know that's not my intention," he crooned, not knowing what he was going to say before the words came tumbling out of his mouth like loose stones rolling down a steep hill. What<i>was</i>it about Forest that got Mason so riled? He never acted this badly with Wallis. Lex furrowed his brow, reaching up to affectionately stroke Mason's stubbled cheek, a motion to soothe.<br/><br/>"Forest has been laid up in bed all day, sweating and moaning, poor thing. I was just trying to take care of<i>our host</i>, you know, the one who is letting us live in his house and eat his food. I bloody well don't know how to farm. Do you? You think even with all this land we'll know what the fuck to do with it if Forest doesn't survive long enough to teach us?" Lex flinched as he spoke, as if the words themselves were slicing his lips as he said them.<br/><br/>"Now come on, off with you. I said I'd get the lad some water. The fever's most likely left him dehydrated. After that, I'll come to you. We can drink and fuck all bloody night if you'd like." But Mason didn't seem to want to listen, and his final insult was more than the feisty model could tolerate.<br/><br/><i>Most of us know what you’re useful for, so don’t kid yourself.</i><br/><br/>Lex huffed in response, his nostrils flaring. Dealing with Mason's deplorable attitude was straining enough, but now the wanker wanted to throw snide comments at him? After Lex had already forgiven him for his physical abuse the day prior? A part of him knew he should have let it go. Mason was drunk and belligerent, not open to compromise. Arguing would do him no good. And yet, a fire burned in Lex's belly that could not be snuffed with passivity.<br/><br/>"Fuck you, you insecure, childish twat!" Lex spat, using all his strength to violently shove Mason away. "The only reason I'm so goddamned useless is because you like me that way! Don't teach me how to fire the guns, don't let me hunt with you or do anything other than forage and dig through garbage and ruins like some kind of bloody street rat. Don't you dare sit there and condemn me for only being a good fuck when that's precisely why you want me to stay around, to satisfy that mediocre fucking cock of yours."<br/><br/>Lex scrambled to heave himself off the couch, falling in a pile of long, lean limbs onto the floor, pants half undone. "Enough of this nonsense," he muttered to himself, brushing his mussed brown hair from his eyes. "Get yourself together, mate. I'm not gonna do anything with you long as you're like this."