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Post by twiff on Nov 9, 2008 4:30:33 GMT -5
It was early, way earlier then most of the boys at this school were ever used to seeing. The sun and the mist combined caused tiny rainbows to scatter along the grounds, though further along, the path vanished underneath a thicker swirl, shaded by the dense evergreens. It was actually quite beautiful here, very pretty in the morning sun, despite the promising clouds hanging heavy. It was a good hour before anyone would be emerging for breakfast, by Blaines’ reckoning, which gave him plenty of time to go for a jog and grab a shower (as well as skipping breakfast) before he was due in class. He was never very good at time management.
He struck a nice figure in front of the spectacular backdrop – a small figure in shorts and a tight grey shirt. His body stretched, quite flexible, before his run. Arms above head, leaning down to touch his toes, jogging slowly on the spot. Muscles rippled subtly underneath clothing, eyes focused in the distance lost in his thoughts for the moment. It was the time of day when he could think things over, and he didn’t have to keep up the continuous facade. He could also blend into the scenery, forget the scars that marred his flesh – though they prickled slightly at the cold.
Once warm, Blaine began, picking up the pace, controlling his breathing. He counted the first twenty steps before relaxing into a familiar gait, moving along the unfamiliar track. A fine film of sweat covered his brow, hair pulled back off his face. He moved confidently, like a big cat or something, at ease with himself. Blood pumped through his veins, adrenaline hitting his system. Lately, all he could think about was sex, natural for young boys everywhere – not that he liked the complete loss of control of his body, though.
The complete loss of control had shown its pretty face a couple nights before - actually, the day he arrived. He couldn't help it, his room mate. Just.
Just. Just.
Fuck. Just delicious, and mind-blowing. And how was he supposed to survive a year in a room with that. Especially when he didn't know the protocal which the other followed - would it happen again?
((Short intro, I know, but feel free to step in, stop him for a chat, or something else.))
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charlie
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Post by charlie on Nov 9, 2008 13:20:44 GMT -5
ooc- P: is it alright to join with Dasi? Or maybe Akel? :3
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Post by twiff on Nov 10, 2008 0:39:32 GMT -5
((Of course! Join away, I'd love your presence!))
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Anna
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the guilty one.
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Post by Anna on Nov 10, 2008 17:09:48 GMT -5
ooc. I just got this vision of Ernest crawling around on the ground because he dropped something, and Blaine tripping over him xD
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Post by twiff on Nov 11, 2008 1:40:05 GMT -5
((Hah ha. n.n That would be an unusual entrance.))
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Post by kaytee on Nov 26, 2008 23:04:54 GMT -5
He walked down the hallway in his loose sweats and a white tee emblazoned with "California Nights" in distressed blue letters, the ringing alarm clock swinging loosely from the bundled cord in his hand. It's bright green face glowed in the darkness of the hallway, a flourecsent "5:14 AM" blinking rhythmically. Luke pressed a thumb and forefinger to his temples, yawning as he skipped down the hallway on one foot, slipping into his shoes before opening the window at the end of the second floor. He stuck his head out, dangling the clock over the sill and letting go, watching it crash into pieces as silence stole over the dorms again.
"Bon Voyage." he mumbled sleepily, ducking back into the building and heading downstairs, grimacing at the thick fabric of his pants that couldn't quite hide the bulge he'd had all night. It had been weeks since he'd gotten laid, and it was starting to get to him. He was all too aware that there was the opportunity living right next to him, but somehow Gabriel had come to mean something to him. He couldn't force himself upon the skittish fifteen year old like that, although at times it was hard not to. Gabriel was the kind of boy that he could see a lot of people overlooking, but to him the boy was the object of his fantasies.
He shivered in the early morning cold, not bothering to stretch before he took off at a brisk jog, making his way towards the track. His breaths puffed before his slightly opened mouth in wisps of opaque air as he let himself onto the track, failing to notice he wasn't alone as his thoughts remained on his dilemma. He felt agitated, frustrated almost with the lack of action he'd gotten since he'd been sent overseas. He let himself out another notch, his long strides reaching over the ground as he pounded rhythmically around the path.
A sudden choked gasp was released from his throat as he felt his knee catch painfully, throwing him off-balance. "Shit!" He felt himself being thrown forward, knocking into the person in front of him he hadn't noticed before. He thrust both hands forward, hoping to catch himself before he went down, but it did little to help. The breath was knocked out of him as he landed on top of the other boy, who was wearing shorts and a tight grey shirt that did little to help with Luke's lingering pants situation. His breaths came smoothly as he wiped a flushed cheek with the back of his hand, ignoring the pricks of blood beginning to seep from the cut he'd received on his bottom lip. He picked himself up into a sitting position, running a hand through his messy hair as his blue eyes wandered over the taut physique pinned beneath him, not making any move to let the boy up.
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Post by twiff on Nov 28, 2008 0:28:14 GMT -5
At first, Blaines’ own rhythm masked the approaching footsteps, the crunch of soil and gravel light and as well measured as his own. As it came closer, he thought it just an echo as he circled close to the wall of the school, the track winding tightly between trees and stone to make a semi secluded area that may, perhaps, cause a slight echo. In the long run though, Blaine wished he looked back earlier, because he only figured out the fact that there was another person who belonged to the sound when there was a sharp gasp. And then it was too late.
He had just emerged from the shady patch besides the school, and veered off into the sunshine when the sound hit his ears. His body twisted, a moment too late and another body crashed into him, luckily with fleeting momentum. It didn’t stop his head smashing to the ground, large welt and cut raised above his eye. Not that he noticed that quite yet. Rather, he noticed the body sprawled out on him and the way that the boy seemed to be getting comfortable.
“F-uck.” He groaned, allowing a moment to catch his breath and compose himself. His funny little Russian lilt dragged out the vowels, sounding like a quiet drawl then a pained curse. What was it with him being knocked to the ground these days?
His twisted position prior to the fall had left his body almost mangled looking, chest twisted more skywards and legs twisting more groundwards. Lucky he was flexible. Tight shirt rode up, small snail trail up his tummy, nice and fit, while the pink of scar tissue only made a brief appearance before hands tugged it back down, unfortunately, back into place. Gasping breaths were quickly smoothed out into comfortable, and relaxed intake.
Eyes squinted as he looked at the boy, sun causing a dazzle off the others hair, before they adjusted and he could begin to see the other clearly. This place was just crawling with cute boys, it would seem, and Blaine succeeded, for once, in emitting a cool air of indifference. Though his body rebelled against it. After all, the boy perched atop him was attractive, to say the very least, and Blaine was a rather aesthetic person. There was nothing more attractive then a messy looking blonde, with an apparent good body.
And, for once he was at a lack of something clever to say, instead, he lay there and stared up with a raised eyebrow, and said the first thing that came to his mind.
“Funny way of meeting people. That is, pinning them down and not letting them up.” Was that a complaint or a joke? One really couldn’t tell.
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Post by kaytee on Nov 28, 2008 12:50:00 GMT -5
The cold air stung his dried throat as he inhaled deeply, rubbing at his suddenly aching neck with a gravel-strewn hand. Sweat beaded on his forehead, running down his temples and matting the edges of his messy blonde hair. His white shirt had begun to become semi-translucent by this point, sticking to his trim form and rivaling the boy's pinned beneath him for tightness. Goosebumps began to prickle over his tanned skin in the chill stealing over the school's outer grounds, and he absentmindedly rubbed at a smooth forearm.
He had a chance to let his blue eyes roam over the boy he'd pinned between the crunching gravel and himself, eager to linger over his irresistably well-built body. It was obvious he was an athletic kind of guy, not just because of the fact Luke had found him out running earlier than most people even got up, but more by the taut build of the blonde-haired boy beneath him. Heat swelled as the boy's foreign lilt dragged out his interjection, turning it into more of a questionable moan than the pained statement it was probably meant to be.
Hell, if that's how the boy sounded now, imagine what he could be capable of.
A choked chuckle caught in his throat before he let his blue eyes sink to the other's shockingly steely grey pair, breaking for a moment to investigate the inviting skin uncovered by the boy's raised shirt. He could feel eyes upon him but he let his gaze trail the other's hand as the blonde tugged at his shirt, hiding that strip of slightly tan skin just begging to be touched.
If he hadn't been on fire before, he was positively melting now. Straddling an unbelievably cute stranger was pushing him towards his limit.
A half-smirk pulled at the edges of his pink lips as he returned the boy's raised eyebrow, adjusting his position as the other began to speak so that the boy could lie flat beneath him instead of contorted as before. He bent over further, putting face so close to the other boy's that he could feel his warm breath. "Well, I don't exactly see you struggling to get up." he chided amusedly, placing one hand against the boy's chest and using the other to run through the slightly sweaty strawberry blonde hair. "And I only pin down the ones I want" he breathed, feeling the familiar tightness in his usually loose sweats intensify.
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Post by twiff on Nov 28, 2008 17:05:00 GMT -5
Stormy eyes stared at the other as he was appraised; he could almost feel the other stripping him bare with the evaluation, and it was making him uncomfortable. His own cursory glance had only noted the most minimal details before it settled on the face and those blue eyes that stared quite openly back. Lucky he was already breathless.
Body shifted automatically to straighten, hips shifting and back arching in a slight stretch in attempt to rid the kinks from the twist, strangely erotic quality to his movements, unintentional considering his attempt to maintain composure. And really, he deserved a gold star for his ability under the charm and guile of the other. His eyes closed briefly, enjoying the freedom and only flickering open when he felt the slow dribble of blood down his temple and hot breath on his face. And then startled grey met smirking blue.
What was it here? All the boys on an increased libido?
His lips parted for a smart comment, ready to push the other away, get up and continue his run, despite the excitement swelling in the pit of his stomach and the delectable way that the boy felt on top. He wasn’t going to give in though, nope no wa - until, of course, that hand found his hair. Blaine always had a weakness for his hair being played with, and he couldn’t help but push into the hand for a brief second before he came to his senses. After all, who the hell was this boy?
A laugh, slightly bitter, echoed out disturbingly. The cocky words were rebuffed, “Trust me. You don’t want me.” Distancing was better then dealing with peoples looks when they saw his scars. Or their words. His roommate had already put his foot in his mouth over that. Body shifted, moving the proof of attraction away from the boy opposite, head turning away from hand as his own rested on the others shoulder to gently try and push away. He didn’t want to be a complete prick, after all.
That just wasn’t his style.
((Ha. Blaine doesn’t give in easy. You can persist, if you want. No matter if Blaine says he doesn’t want it. He does!))
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Post by kaytee on Nov 29, 2008 0:01:09 GMT -5
He didn't think he'd ever seen grey eyes. He wracked his memories, trying to recall a time when he'd met someone with an equally fascinating-colored gaze, but his searches turned up empty time and time again. It seemed odd, grey couldn't be that hard to come across, could it? Then again, perhaps he had seen eyes that color before, perhaps it was an everyday occurrence for him. It was hard to think staring straight into the blonde-haired stranger's delectably attractive face.
He'd hardly started to shift his weight when he felt the boy beneath him begin to straighten himself out anyway. Although what this foreign boy seemed to be doing could hardly register as 'stretching'. As hard as he tried, Luke was unable to completely stifle the low groan issuing from his slightly parted lips at the feeling of the boy's strong hips moving against his own. He let his eyes flicker closed for an instant, opening them only to have his gaze ripped to the pricks of blood beginning to stream down the other's temple. When did that get there? Call him crazy, but it seemed to only make the blonde boy beneath him that much more attractive. He slid the hand still resting on the boy's chest upward, brushing his fingertips across the slow ebbing of blood until all that remained was a thin smear of maroon.
A satisfied smirk widened lopsidedly across his tanned face at the boy's reaction to his hand weaving through the other's strawberry blonde hair. The small instigation from the other boy was enough to send quiet tingles down the entirety of his body, making it difficult to remain at least partially collected when his conscience screamed for him to find out for himself how the boy's skin would feel against his.
It was only a fleeting reaction he quickly learned, leaning back only a fraction as the boy chuckled coldly, the other's smooth voice echoing across the otherwise empty track. He was a bit disappointed by the boy's retreat from Luke's hand, a challenging smirk interrupted momentarily as the other shifted again, causing another pulse of white hot heat to radiate through him from the waist up.
Didn't want him? This guy had to be kidding.
He loved the warmth of the boy's hand against his shoulder, deciding to ignore the fact that it was probably placed there as leverage to move him off of the other. He almost laughed at the prospect. Did this boy really think he would give up that easy? He leaned down again, letting his lips just brush against the other's cheek as he slid his body closer against the boy's. "Oh, I think I do.." he breathed, bringing his hands to either side and taking hold of the boy's wrists. "So you got a name to go with your face?" he inquired, planting a ghosting kiss on the corner of the boy's mouth before withdrawing a bit, finding the other's grey eyes.
(( pah bad post is bad.. ))
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Post by twiff on Nov 29, 2008 1:36:18 GMT -5
Fingers tightened on the shoulder above, head shifting away from the careful touch stemming the blood. No nails to speak of, the barely firm grasp would turn somewhat painful when the other slipped that body close, the thrum of Blaine’s pulse flickering at a strained neck. He’d probably leave bruises. The adopted boy turned his head, avoiding those warm, inviting lips, feeling them press against cheeks. Blaine wasn’t sure whether he’d call this anything else but a mutual molestation. His resolve was slowly and surely crumbling with each second that the other lingered on top him. The reserved boy wasn’t quite so used to these forward advances, and he was sure to be flattered once he reflected on it, but for now it was a stiff race between terrified, nervous and aroused. The words bought a grimace across bow lips, brow creasing in speculation. He just knew that the other would probably be just as superficial as he was, as everyone in this school was. He didn’t blame him, but it just meant that Blaine was usually one tough cookie to get naked. A shame really. “So cocksure, are you?” Allowing a play on words, good effort considering the blood that was rushing from his head to another reason. He hardened his resolve, so to speak. “So very confident that I will crumble to your advances?” If he wasn’t crumbling, he was certainly deteriorating. At least he asked his name – something that had not admittedly crossed Blaine’s mind. Escape, yes. Fucking like two bunnies in the trees, yes. Name, no. His lips parted again for something clever to say, when his wrists were pinned and the hand reluctantly gave up the shoulder, and his leverage to push Blue-eye away. Things were just getting worse and worse for the Russian. “Yes, I do.” And for a moment, it seemed like he was going to be a smart ass and not give a proper answer, staring into the blue eyes before giving in to that dazzling smile that had been threatening to appear despite his uncomfortableness for the situation. “Blaine York, I’d shake your hand, but I’m otherwise restrained.” Coy, really. “And you would be?” ((Mine was way bad. Yours made my tummy flip-flop. ))
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Post by kaytee on Nov 29, 2008 10:56:30 GMT -5
He drew in a sharp breath as the fingers holding his shoulder began to tighten, not a searing pain usually brought upon by nails but rather a dull tightening that was sure to leave a bruise. Though if the boy thought that would discourage him in the least, they clearly weren't on the same level. He would've rather had it be the boy's soft-looking mouth making the bruises. He would've rather been giving the other boy some bruises of his own to take away from the quickly heating track scene. But he settled for now, hovering inches above the other and managing an amused smile as the other avoided his lips, turning away as if to solidify his defiance.
Fine by Luke. He always did like a challenge.
It briefly struck his as funny how he was suddenly reverted back towards the post-Tucker Luke. Whenever he wasn't around Gabriel, he ceased to be the soft, patient guardian the fifteen year old seemed all too able to draw out of him. His gaze worked over the boy beneath him, trailing from the other's mesmerizingly grey eyes down to the inviting waistline of the boy's shorts. Even if he was the soft, patient guardian, he doubted his intentions would be any different towards the irresistible foreign boy lying between his gravel-strewn legs. Hell, he didn't even know the other's name, and yet all he could think about was getting under those ridiculously form-fitting clothes.
The boy's voice never failed to send an odd twinge through his appendages, even if it was a taunting remark. Clever, nonetheless. "Oh, ha. ha." he rebuttled, sliding the boy's arms farther back so they were even with the top of the other's head, which inexplicably brought Luke's face close enough to the boy's that if he nodded their noses would crash solidly. The sweat had mostly dried by now, leaving Luke smelling of a combination of salt and vague aftershave. It almost reminded him of the beach.
He chuckled amusedly as the other continued, questioning his abilities over the grey-eyed boy. "Confidence stems from evidence, you know." he replied cockily, glancing smugly down at the boy's undeniably rising interest, so to speak. So he wasn't the only one who found this whole thing more than the least bit enjoyable. He almost missed the other's hand against his shoulder, so far the only advancement the boy had ventured despite Luke's impatient onslaught.
He wasn't surprised the boy agreed to give him a name, he was fully expecting a smart-ass remark from the blonde beneath him instead of a factual truth. It was hard to remain still as the boy stared openly into his own blue eyes, making his stomach tighten against his will. As if the other knew what he was doing to Luke, he had to go and fortify the searing heat centered below the blue-eyed boy's waistline with a dazzling smile Luke had only ever seen before on those annoying toothpaste commercials. God, he wanted to fuck this guy.
"Blaine." he repeated smoothly, shooting his own boyish smile down at the insanely cute boy trapped beneath his body. "Funny, I was expecting something a bit more foreign." he teased lightly, removing one hand from the boy's wrists to slide it carefully under Blaine's tight shirt, running it up the expanse of the boy's flat stomach. He felt the subtle ridges that occupied a good portion of Blaine's tan skin, curiosity stealing over him. As much as he'd have liked to investigate, especially if it meant getting under the other's shirt, he couldn't break his gaze from Blaine's grey eyes. "Luke Alexander" he purred, smoothing the hand already on Blaine's chest so that it was traveling over the side of the boy's waist, calloused fingertips reacting like live wires up his arm. "And handshakes are for stiffs anyway." He chuckled, settling his hips against Blaine's. "Though at the moment, I think we'd qualify." he joked, tossing back a slight word play of his own.
(( nuuu yours was awesome! <3 Omg I totally love Blaine! And I award you the gold star of epic greatness for the "hardened his resolve" line X3. I seriously choked on a biscuit when I read that! ))
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Post by twiff on Nov 30, 2008 0:55:54 GMT -5
Blaine felt his shoulder twinge at the almost sharp pull of his hands above his head, distracted though by the closeness of the others face. He wondered what they’d look like to someone passing by, or even looking out of the window from the top floor (he doubted that any of the other floors would be able to se them with the bushes and trees.) Sprawled out on the ground, it would look like a lovers tryst rather then an unconventional meeting of two strangers. Not that Blaine could really garner any thought to try and protest, all his bodies efforts were focused purely on one searing point on his body - proving the fact that boys, especially when young, though with primarily their dicks.
He tried not to breathe in Lukes’ scent, his own a musky, sweet combination like citrus or oranges, mingling nicely with the others. Strangely like an aphrodisiac, not that either of the boys needed it in this circumstance. And apparently, the other had noticed – not something that Blaine particularly wanted to explain or, in fact, wanted to take notice of. Taking notice would only make it that much real (and firmer) in his mind. Which was located in his penis at the moment. One could understand the conundrum.
“Adopted.” He explained, careful to try and avoid the real facts. He only retained that slight accent because of the age that he was adopted out at, and his insistence to visit true family during the course of his life; otherwise, it would be a bland American accent that he was so accustomed to. He even, surprisingly, went on to explain this to the other when an unwelcomed hand traced its way up his shirt. Shocked, it took a moment for Blaine to react before he struggled (probably no a good move) underneath the other, intensifying when a feather-light touch found scar tissue. Blaine was mortified, and it echoed through in his eyes. Free hand moved up, a firmer push, though too weak to do any damage, or even move the other.
He didn’t want to be judged again. He’d do anything to avoid those eyes to be filled with disgust, or worse, sympathy.
Blaine inhaled sharply, avoiding nodding his head for fear of smashing his nose against the others. “Luke.” He murmured, quiet voice almost a purr. “And is it your custom to greet everyone this way? Or should I feel privileged?” He tried to ignore that fact the hand kept exploring, trying to focus on the eyes, not the feeling of those fingers on his sensitive scar. Even when they felt so very good. He choked back a laugh at the word play, unable to resist shifting his hips subtly, eyes closing for a second before opening again.
He couldn’t tell the other to stop, even though his throat burned in a mix of agony and desire, almost frightened about the other seeing his scars. But he had felt them anyway – and Blaine would probably (hopefully) be able to avoid the other if things went pear shaped. Which they would. Teeth bit bottom lip helplessly, though hand was still on shoulder, weakly pressing.
((I snorted water out my nose when I read yours. I think we need to stop eating/drinking when reading these kind of posts! I LOVE Luke. ))
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Post by kaytee on Nov 30, 2008 15:10:46 GMT -5
He knew their position would look compromising at the least from afar. To anyone wandering the halls on the second story or passing by the fenced track, they'd get quite the eyeful of the two blondes sprawled against the gravel. Luke was glad it was still early. God forbid anybody should join them on the empty oval. He didn't want to have to leave, not when he was so close to getting what he wanted. Or so he hoped. Blaine hadn't exactly put himself forward so far, blatantly avoiding most of Luke's advancements. It was humorous to him, how Blaine was acting aloof and uninterested when there was stiff evidence indicating otherwise just beneath the fabric of the other's shorts.
He couldn't help but breathe in the interlacing scent of tangerines softly mixing with the salty tinge of himself, finding the peculiar combination oddly pleasurable in the cool morning air. The boy's looks weren't the only thing he was coming to find irresistible. His blue eyes found Blaine's inviting grey pair, smirking at the lurking pout he found in them after his comment regarding the boy's rising dilemma.
Just thinking about what was going on in the other's shorts made it harder to think straight.
So this delectably sensual boy below him was adopted? That would explain the accent. "If only I were adopted", he chuckled against Blaine's flawless cheek, settling more deeply against the blonde boy, "It'd make everything a hell of a lot easier." He hated his parents. The only reason he was here was because they'd gotten fed up dealing with his vices. If only they knew that their son wasn't sitting respectfully in the classroom. He could almost see their horrified expressions when they found out he was instead straddling a ridiculously cute foreign boy, a searing heat dead centered between his legs and one hand up the other's shirt. But his family wasn't exactly what was on his mind at the moment, and he gladly tore his full attentions back to Blaine just in time to catch the mortification reflecting in the boy's gaze.
Eyes closed as Blaine struggled beneath him, the hand running along the other's side tightening as he doubled forward against the hand pushing at his shoulder, his forehead pressed to Blaine's collarbone as a rattling breath squeezed past his throat. God, that'd felt good.
If Blaine had been trying to escape, he'd only managed to intensify the determination of the blonde on top of him.
He loved the way Blaine made his name sound, drawing out the single word the way his accent was wont to do. A smirk crossed his lips as he brought his head up again, eyes nearly closing as he again brushed his lips against Blaine's, lingering as he spoke. "Oh, I'd consider yourself privileged." Damn. He'd meant to spit out something wittier, or at least not incredibly lame. But with the boy's lips barely against his, that was all he was able to manage.
When Blaine shifted his hips again, further torturing the aching blue-eyed boy on top of him, Luke couldn't help but press his hips into the other's, ignoring the weakly pressing hand on his shoulder as he subdued a choked groan by pressing his lips to Blaine's, enveloping the boy's soft bottom lip between his. The hand against the boy's side slid slowly downward, his thumb hooking itself on the low-cut waistband of Blaine's shorts as the other hand found the side of the boy's face.
(( Haha! I wasn't eating anything this time and I somehow still managed to choke myself up! x3 ))
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Post by twiff on Nov 30, 2008 19:40:24 GMT -5
Blaine could feel the wisps of hot breath tickle across his cheek and collar bone when Luke spoke, listening to the voice calmed him in one way and thrilled him in another. He could pretend that they were just chatting if the conversation continued but that voice sent shivers down his spine. And the hot breath raised bumps along his arms with anticipation. Everyone wished for what they didn’t have – it was a genetic fact. People with straight hair wanted curly, vice versa, but Blaine thought wishing for adoption was the oddest possible thing to want. But, then again, he’d never been with his real parents, maybe if he’d had the chance, he’d have chosen adoption too. No way to ever find out now, he supposed. His struggles ceased once he found the other boy snuggling tight to his body, realization dawning on him as the friction of his shorts bought pleasurable, almost pained gasps to his lips. Apparently Luke had liked the struggle a little too much. But Blaines’ resistance was wearing thin, and Lukes lips felt good, his eyes looked straight through him. And Blaine wanted so much to just give in to sensations and feelings, consequences be damned. But that’s not how this boy works. Or, so he thought. Because, in all truth, Blaine had meant to avoid those lips again, but somehow he got stuck and those lips tasted like honey, melting him like ice-cream on a hot day. And it was hot – he felt the flush of heat rise to his flesh, colouring his neck and his cheeks in a warm pink within to first few seconds of the contact. That’s why he had avoided Luke’s advancements, he didn’t want to be caught in the web of sensation that left him trapped and quivering. His leg bent, knee pointing skywards, settling the duo’s hips against each other, the fire soaring at the touch, breath caught in throat. His back arched, lips parting softly at the touch of a responding pair, grey eyes wide and hazy with desire, staring straight into Luke’s. Unusually it wasn’t disconcerting, because of the desire etched within them, echoed with the collapse of the resisting hand against shoulder. Instead, it manoeuvred its way, slipping down the surfers back, pulling him close and tight, so that it was hard to see two boys at all. He invited Luke deeper, tongue swiping against lips, hesitantly, other hand moving to tangle fingers at the others nape, in his hair. There was no pressure, just a light presence. As good as it felt, his heart still hammered in his chest at the thought of the scars, the one uncomfortable thought that flickered through his head with the potential to ruin the moment. Blaine tried desperately to ignore it and live in the moment of now. This moment with Luke. ((-Twitch- Luke and Blaine so could have been awesome friends if they didn’t hump first. Now they’re going to be odd friends. )
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