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Post by twiff on Dec 9, 2008 0:55:21 GMT -5
He vaguely registered that hand leaving his hair, the slight tickle against his scalp as prickled flesh moved back into place, the soft matter of strawberry blonde settling back against flushed and heated neck. Luke’s hand felt good against his back, sending volts through nerves but it was strangely affectionate as well. This was magnified by the hand around his wrist, and he gave the hip below a gentle squeeze in response – wordless communication was Blaine’s strong point. The Russian boy was more at ease with body language then spoken words, could read people like a book, usually, though Luke was a little bit of a mystery so far. And that was all well and good, too, because he didn’t mind a challenge when he knew the prize would be worth it.
The moments silence weighed heavily, though, and he met Luke’s eyes willingly, watching his body heave and shudder with the need. It was almost a relief when that hand found his cheek, and he leant into it willingly, pressing his head to the side in complete and utter trust. Not given very lightly by this one, either. Finally, lips were against lips again, the delicious sensation reminding Blaine what he had been missing – he could kiss Luke forever, in every way possible. He uttered a small sound of want when they moved down his neck though, teeth biting into lips, torn. His hand moved from the hip in one fluid movement, circling his side while the other allowed itself to tangle into that hair for only a mere second.
Because he found himself flipped over with barely any effort, feeling the press of fingertips hot against his hips. The scar tissue followed over Blaine’s shoulder blades, thinning out towards the small of his back – obviously where he’d received the worst damage. But that was Blaine. His shoulders and back flexed, adjusting as comfortably as possible, hard heat straining against the ground, thin fabric doing barely anything. Hands curled in front of him while head turned to look over his shoulder, raising a brow coyly. Those lips had curved into a guilty smile, goosebumps rising on the flesh of his arms at the cool breeze.
His breath hitched, pushing back against Luke in a wanton fashion, needy as much as the other, wanting it all. Despite being in public. Despite the fact that he was submitting completely. His body was slick with the heat of passion and his face still so very flushed. And he’d never looked better, even when unruffled, his raw appeal came out when he was this way. Abandoned all reserve, all composure. There was nothing as sexy, as hot, as Blaine when all his control was gone.
“Luke.” His voice was rough and husky, wanting and demanding, pleading and submissive all at once.
Jesus.
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Post by kaytee on Dec 9, 2008 22:46:24 GMT -5
Everything about Blaine made it harder to think straight. All the subtle movements, the quiet sounds he was able to draw from the other boy filled him with an unrivaled want. He wasn't sure if it would be physically possible for him to leave what he'd started, even if there were dire repercussions for any declinations. Nothing seemed so important that it would overrule the searing need to feel more of Blaine, a demand he seemed to be repeating more and more often lately. He drew in another ragged breath as Blaine's soft fingers tightened lightly into the smooth skin of his hip, the boy's touch lingering heatedly. Luke had never been one for silent conversations, used to always being the vocalist of his assignations, but at the moment he was more than thankful for the lack of words.
He wasn't sure he'd be able to find any if he'd tried.
Blaine's willingness as he leaned forward to press his soft lips against the other's ignited his desire further, the sensation sending a trill down his spine. It seemed like it'd been hours since he'd felt those lips working perfectly against his own, letting the other hand find Blaine's uncovered cheek as he fervently deepened the kiss, holding the boy's face affectionately between weak fingers before finally moving from the other's bowed lips. Blaine's skin beneath his mouth tasted of salt and something that was utterly Blaine, only one small detail on the long list of things he loved about the blonde-haired boy beneath him. If he need wasn't so desperate, his wanting so consuming, he would've willingly lingered longer over the damp plane of Blaine's scarred back.
The small utterance from the other boy alighted his resolution, the faint groan muffled behind closed lips as he pressed them gently to Blaine's back, raising his head to meet the boy's gaze. His own mouth was pulled into a lopsided smile before his lips were wrenched apart, a shuddering breath shaking his broad shoulders as he felt Blaine push into his pressure. Even if Blaine hadn't been igniting his desire with every touch and sound, his looks alone would've had Luke very nearly sobbing for more. The boy's usually orderly complexion was deeply flushed now, his strawberry blonde hair in an irresistible state of damp disarray. The other's slightly tanned skin was evenly covered in a fine film of sweat, not unlike Luke's, Blaine's previous composure as forgotten as the blue-eyed boy's seemed to be.
He was captivating like this. Undeniably captivating.
His voice was the pinnacle of Luke's desire, the single aspect he'd do anything in his power to hear more of. Blaine's subtle movements beneath him and the tone of the boy's voice fueled the spark of blatant desire through his entirety until it positively demanded to be acted upon. He probably shouldn't have plunged straight into the act, for Blaine's sake he probably should have at least thought to give him a fair warning, but that was exactly what he was incapable of doing.
Thinking.
"F-fuck.. Blaine.." The words were drawn out from his shuddering lips as heat was encompassed in heat , eyes shutting tightly as the sensations assailed his lathered body, fingers digging into the sleek skin of Blaine's back. If he'd though the boy's lips felt fantastic, there wasn't a word to explain the acute euphoria rendering him nearly incapacitated, each jerk of his hips causing a flash of vehemence to shock through his nerves.
God, this boy was fantastic.
(( ohnoes, my brain quit on this! D8 I'm sorry, my creative abilities poofed..
And poor Blaine lol.. ))
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Post by twiff on Dec 10, 2008 1:03:05 GMT -5
Blaine’s eyes trailed down Luke’s face, drawing in every feature for future reference. He didn’t want to forget a thing, not even how Luke’s hair was sticking out funnily at the top, or how it curled around his ears, mattered with heat. Those eyes burned into his, completely unforgettable, and that body would be forever etched into the walls of his brain. He wanted to savour the last couple of bites, convinced that Luke would vanish into the depths of the school after this encounter without a second thought. Blaine was sure that anyone, male or female, would drop to their knees for this boy – why would he bother to stick around for a messed up boy? His confidence was lacking, but it was pushed away when he focused purely on Luke again.
Sharp gasp was torn from lips, eyes that were previously heavy flew open in the shock of the contact, breath jolting. His back arched into the contact, and the dull burn was replaced by something that felt far, far better. He had wanted all of Luke, everything, and he was getting it. His head hung forward, heavy, ears focused on the gasping, pleasured gasps from surfer boy, and the strangely abandoned moans that was coming from his lips. He barely even recognised himself like this. He wasn’t then one writhing under Luke’s ministration or unashamedly moaning, breathy pants in between.
Thighs tensed with the almost toe-curling sensations. The heat swelled deliciously through him and he felt connected to Luke, felt utterly with him. He couldn’t have been more delighted at this moment, and nor could Luke, he felt. Especially when he moaned Blaine’s name like that. That action sent blood coursing to his face and straight to the one area that was demanding attention. It wouldn’t be long until Luke sent Blaine into the sweetest oblivion ever. And he didn’t mind at all. Blaine strained against each push, each thrust, Luke’s name moaned sweetly, interlaced with a multitude of words, the occasional Russian words sounding lyrical off his lips.
His hair prickled over his body, and he tensed slightly. He could feel the swell building up in the pits of his stomach, hand curled tight around the grass below his hand, sharp gravel not doing much to detract from his absolute pleasure. As he mounted, teeth bit lower lip and breath got faster, more uncontrolled. He wasn’t a screamer, but there was a certain wanting edge that sounded so good – so unforced and so not fake – that he’d never done before. And then, his breath gasped and he went silent, body tense.
His mind went blank.
His lips parted in silent moans, brow creased, spilling himself onto the gravel below. He couldn’t help it, everything felt so good, so right. Like Luke was his perfect fit in body and sensations. The moans were a quiet whisper now, eyes opening, unable to focus completely. “Fu-uck. Luke.” He gasped.
((What are you talking about foo’!? LOVED this post, my previous one was a little hurried, so hopefully this is better. I just want to curl up and hug out roleplay, I really, really do! I don’t want the Blaine/Luke goodness to ever end.
Blaine just wants Luke alllll to himself (he doesn’t know yet that he can’t. Hehe!) I so think they should become like really tight friends, and Blaine will just secretly long for Luke to be (HOMG!) his Boyfriend. Haha. Though, he’d never admit it. But. Plenty of sex on the side, and nervous encounters.
NOTE: If this was porn, I’d buy it. Haha!))
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Post by kaytee on Dec 10, 2008 20:51:34 GMT -5
He loved every single bit of Blaine, every little thing about the boy that made him who he was. The way Blaine's voice sounded in all manner of tones, though pleading was quickly becoming one of Luke's favorites, how the other's grey eyes could leave him breathless with a single look, even the way Blaine reacted to every subtle movement the blue-eyed boy made would have him pooling spinelessly if the other wanted to achieve so. He loved the way Blaine's cool complexion became so flushed, how he was probably the only guy Luke had ever met that was able to kiss with his eyes open and make him love the feeling of that connection, the jolt it sent down his spine. He'd never be able to lose the sensation of Blaine's body against his, the feel of the other's perfectly bowed lips fitting so impeccably against his. There wasn't one thing about the boy beneath him he didn't absolutely love. Was that what it was? Love? His set pace slowed only a fragment in response to the abrupt gasp torn from Blaine's lips, his efforts to control the speed and depth waning with the way the other arched into him, pleading for more of what Luke was giving. And he'd never been more willing to oblige. The inhibition of Blaine's moans coaxed a like response from the blonde above, his breath catching with each punctuated jerk of his hips. If he'd gotten to know Blaine before this, though he was more than thankful their meeting had panned out the way it did, perhaps he would've had a better realization of the rareness of Blaine's complete abandon. Even though he was unsure whether this was a normalcy for the boy or not, there was the sensation that it was different with him. He himself had never truly given every ounce of him to anyone, never truly felt it was safe to completely unravel under the other's touches. He hardly recognized himself, the way he was willing to comply with anything Blaine might ask with nothing but total trust. That didn't sound like the Luke Alexander he knew. The feel of the other was unmatched, far above anything Luke had ever felt before. That body straining beneath his, the way the grey-eyed boy felt around him, his own name moaned so exquisitely off of those bruised lips, all amounted to the pooling heat swelling quickly at the bottom of his stomach. He quickened, enough of a veteran to acknowledge that the slurred words and bursts of foreign language usually accompanied the ending point. He couldn't understand anything the boy murmured apart from his name, but the sounds filled his ears with heated desire. His own breaths hastened almost in time with Blaine's, fingers digging into either hip as he bit at his bottom lip, unable to completely stifle the wanton groan intertwining with Blaine's own voice before the boy beneath him was silenced. A sharp gasp was torn from his mouth as Blaine tensed more roughly, the other's swelling climax able to pull a necessary ending from the tanned boy above. His body arched into the others, a hoarse cry breaking from his shredded vocal chords and filling the cold air before he collapsed against Blaine's back, thoroughly dampened hair matted against his sweaty forehead. He gulped for air, drawing in panting breaths before removing himself, letting a flushed cheek fall against a broad shoulder. He felt exhausted, his body wracked in subtle shivers as a weak hand slid over the other's, letting heavy lids close slowly as he inhaled Blaine's salty, citrus-tinged redolence. "Dont.. leave.." he managed in between shallow breaths, squeezing the other's fingers gently. He knew he was out of character. Since when was Luke Alexander soft and affectionate? But he wouldn't have wanted anything else at the moment. Blaine made it all feel so right. It was more unnerving now than ever, the thought that the boy beneath him would fade into the school. He felt anxious, his voice a desperate pleading that left him feeling more vulnerable than he'd ever felt in his life. (( homg I LOVED you post! <33 If I could hug a thread, this one would be smothered rofl! I never wanted the goodness to end, but sadly it had to at some point.. Luckily there's no way Luke's going to be able to leave Blaine, so the duo lives onnn! <3 Ahaha! I feel bad for Blaine, having to share his Luke. (though Luke's beginning to think he might LOVE Blaine.. homg ) Blaine's definitely Luke's best friend, and though it'd be hard for him to stop being a Lukewhore rofl, he'd agree to be his boyfriend in an instant! Ohh yes, PLENTY of sex and some awkward conversations lol.. good times.. NOTE: I would BUY OUT this series if it was porn x3 ))
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Post by twiff on Dec 12, 2008 4:44:09 GMT -5
Blaine’s complete abandonment of himself had surprised him – but he had never experienced anything like what had just happened. His blood and heart were thrumming to unheard music, the gentle pulse in his neck sounded out the beat. Lashes were caught together, keeping grey eyes shut for a moment while he revelled in where he was now, what he felt now. He still felt the pleasure keenly tingling his nerves. Luke was beyond words, beyond any description possible. Blaine’s mind raced, full of thoughts of Luke, of the moment just passed – he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help thinking about the blue-eyed boy and the way that he made him feel.
The way Luke had moaned and writhed above him had sent his spirits soaring and the feel of him was unmatched. They seemed a perfect fit, with Luke’s measured thrusts contrasting with those erratic, desperate and needy ones later on. The fingers left lightly bruised hips behind, but every touch was embraced completely – how could it not be when it was Luke paired it with those moans and groans of lust? Blaine would submit completely if Luke begged him in that voice. And he did, completely. He gave himself complete to Luke in those moments, he was the other boys to do with as he wished.
And to think, all he’d done was gone for a jog.
The feel of Luke against his back was warm against the cool breeze, welcome though it was brief. The moments of silence hung comfortably in the air, not awkward at all – and Blaine revelled in the sound of Luke’s breath and his gentle gasps as he regained air, matching his own. His throat hummed sorely, every muscle aching in the exertion, the way that they had gone about it, gravel in his knees. His hand lifted, running through mattered hair, feeling the damp sweat sticking strands together. When Luke moved, Blaine shifted out of the way of the gravel, half up on the grass on the side. He half rolled onto his back, careful of Luke, when he felt his hand in another.
He didn’t think Luke was the affectionate type, but it was strangely welcome. His own long, slender fingers curled possessively around those calloused ones, turning his head so he could look at Luke, even through the own haze that his mind was muddling around in. The flashes of pleasure continued replaying in his mind, doubling when he took in the planes of the surfers face, even with his eyes closed. It was a shock to him at the words though, and those bruised lips curved into a smile, a little subdue, but warm. “I’m not going anywhere.” He breathed, squeezing back for reassurance. His other hand reached out, smoothing over the tangled mess of hair.
His lips sought out Luke’s for a gentle kiss, the merest brushing of lips against lips. But it was there, and it was comforting – though he didn’t see why the boy would need it. “That was...an interesting introduction.” He murmured, pausing hesitantly through the words. “Are you always so successful the first time you met someone?” A blush quickened his cheeks, brow raising. He had acted so easy, he wanted Luke to know that he’d never done that, and never given himself to someone so completely. The blue-eyed boy had his soul and heart on a platter, he just prayed to an invisible force that he wouldn’t abuse it.
And he was sure that he wouldn’t.
((What Blaine feels totally transcends love. Or, it will once they start talking properly. That was an amazing scene, completely and utterly. I really think they should walk each other in and one of them walk the other to their room, and be all lovey in a kinda awkward way. But not yet, lets have a little post-sex chat!
They should so be a couple. Later on in the roleplay. And cause drama about Luke’s whoring. Because Blaine would be all like: It’s cool, as long as you love me. And then he’d secretly cry himself to sleep. And there would be angst, which is what teenage boys are ALL about.
Schweet!
And NOTE: You greedy bitch. :3))
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Post by kaytee on Dec 14, 2008 16:15:04 GMT -5
What he had just given Blaine was utterly atypical for him. Never had he submitted to anyone like he'd given himself to Blaine, poured every ounce of himself into his actions. He felt differently about the blonde boy, felt a deep need to be near to him that was the least bit unsettling in the beginning. He'd never needed anybody, and yet now the only thing he could think of was Blaine. He shivered as the recollections of what had just happened pulsed through his body, quiet shocks of sensuality still wracking his nerves. There wasn't a word or a phrase that could explain what Blaine was, that could appropriately explain what the boy did to Luke.
He had never experienced anything like what had just transpired. The way Blaine felt, the sound of the grey-eyed boy's roughened voice gasping his name off of bruised lips, had sent him careening into an unsurpassed desire for more of Blaine. The boy's fingertips alone were enough to have him willingly surrender to anything Blaine might ask of him, entrusting his entirety to the boy without a second thought. And somehow, he had the feeling Blaine had done just that in the past moments. The way the other had begged in that voice would have him on his knees in an instant.
He would do anything for this boy.
His whole body felt weak from the endeavor, muscles aching tightly as he lay as still as possible, each breath burning past his abraded throat as he sucked in the cool air quickly. The silence stretching on was comfortable, his quiet gasps melding with Blaine's as he felt the boy shift away from the gravel. Goosebumps rose over his dampened body, and he adjusted himself closer to the other, a faint wave of heat encompassing him at the feeling of his hand over the other's. Pieces of gravel had left a series of minutes scrapes and scuffs along his knees, the skin raw and roughened. But he didn't care. Nothing mattered to him except for Blaine.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he felt Blaine's fingers curl softly around his, the small action speaking volumes to him. His body slumped against the cool grass, a small amount of his sudden anxiety dissipating as he breathed more deeply. Though it was colder than he would usually stand, the weather frigid enough to typically draw a few mumbled curses and an avoidance of anything outdoors from him, at that moment he wouldn't have cared if there were a blizzard. Blaine's voice was so promising, so softly spoken that if it weren't for the hand squeezing his he would've feared he'd only imagined it. The smile widened across his lips, Blaine's hand smoothing over his dampened mess of hair sending a trill of warm pleasure down his spine, a tired purr issuing from his sore throat.
He eagerly met the other's lips, fingers ghosting the side of Blaine's jaw before he withdrew, unable to verbalize just how much of a solace the other's touch provided. Blue eyes opened slowly, drawing in the flushed complexion of Blaine's face. The Russian boy looked even better now than ever. He chuckled softly at Blaine's words, more focused on the sound of the boy's voice than what was being said. He bit his lip, meeting Blaine's grey gaze as he thought about the other's question. Sure, he'd gotten into other guys' pants in less time with less protest than he had with Blaine, but somehow he felt that the definition of successful wasn't so shallow this time. He shook his head slowly, eyes falling to the finger twirling a strand of dampened strawberry blonde hair. "Depends on how you define successful", he replied hoarsely, twisting forward to tug up the dusty sweats pooled around his lower legs with a free hand. "And what about you?" he inquired, falling back against the ground and resting a flushed cheek against Blaine's arm, "Does this sort of thing happen often when you're running?" He smiled, still managing a teasing jab despite the fact that he felt like he might fall asleep any second.
He felt completely different about Blaine than he'd ever felt about anyone before. He didn't feel like he just wanted him. He truly seemed to need him.
(( I concur for Luke. And that scene shall go down in epic history rofl. I totally agree with the whole walk each other in idea, that'd be utterly fun and awkward and good! x3 But first thing's first; let them chat here for a while!
Homg there's no doubt these two are destined to be a couple. Mmmyes, even though he's totally Blaine's, once a whore always a whore haha! And he's the kind of guy that'd be like "Well, Blaine says he's alright with it, and of course I love him so.. -whores-" x3 He's such an oblivious dork sometimes! And angst is always good rofl! It's what boys are made of! <3
NOTE: hahaha thatsss right! :3 ))
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Post by twiff on Dec 15, 2008 21:04:32 GMT -5
This had been better then any jog. Every muscle had been stretched and strained, and the thin film of sweat over his body testified to the intense work out. His hard, harsh breathing which had now dissipated would only have burst forth very rarely when he went for a run. And it had been so very enjoyable to boot. Before this morning, Blaine would have very rarely forgone his morning run for a tumble in the hay, but Luke did things to him – Luke made him want to never leave, curl up in a little cocoon. It was a refreshing feeling, really, seeing as Blaine usually felt distanced from other people, always just barely missing out on making a true connection that could lead to anything other then the shallow friendships he acquired. He cared for these people, but they never really knew him, and he never tried to know them properly either.
Except for Luke.
He wanted to know Luke, find out every facet about him. This boy sparked interest in him, curiosity and he wasn’t ashamed to ask, to gently pry. His body turned, angled completely towards Luke, eyes grazing over his skin. It looked so tempting that he found his free hand moving over the moist planes, in a comfortable gesture. And Blaine was never completely at ease, not like he was now. His lips tugged in a responding smile and he was unable to keep it from turning into a full-blown grin, eyes lighting up with feeling and true emotion. At the touch of fingers, he leant his head closer, feeling them twine through his hair (always a weakness.) It was truly relaxing, even if the wind bit slightly at sin, causing faint goosebumps to trail over his body.
He took the moment of release to adjust his own running shorts, resting easily against his stomach, the discarded shirt pulled towards him, only to be scrunched up and used to rest his elbow on. He wasn’t too fussed about his scars, though the thought of them still held an unsteady twinge in his stomach. It was too late to hide them away now, he’d bared all and now Luke would just have to deal with it. He adjusted completely, curling up against the other as he spoke, tearing his eyes away to face the landscape, to check whether they’d be interrupted any time soon. It was drawing closer to when some people would be getting up, preparing for the school day and Blaine was all too aware that he’d soon have to go, attend class and leave <i>his</i> Luke.
His smile turned to laughter at the question, shaking his head. “Nothing like this ever happens to me, running or otherwise.” Well, not with someone he knew that he’d see again. He shifted uncomfortably, turning phrases in his head so that he could best explain to Luke. “I – I don’t like letting people close. Like that. Or otherwise.” He shrugged, only a slight motion, before he moved eyes back, gray meeting vivid blue. His hand sought out the surfers again, pulling it close so that he could guide it over his scars.
“Don’t want them to see Frankenstein, ya’know?” Unusual sling in his vocabulary, but he was trying to see off beat, happy. “Bet you don’t have that issue.”
((They could even be late for class and one of them could borrow the others clothes and be like. “Hahaha! Now he HAS to see me again!))
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Post by kaytee on Dec 17, 2008 19:05:22 GMT -5
If he'd ever thought he would be where he was now, feeling the way he did now, he probably would've only been able to laugh. The morning had started so simply, same as almost every morning was for him. And then Blaine had happened. If he hadn't believed in luck before, the grey-eyed boy was proof enough for him. He didn't care about the dull ache consuming his body, the quiet exhaustion beginning to steal over him. He was numb, if only for now, towards everything around him besides Blaine. The boy made him feel a million emotions all at once. It was odd for him, to be so attached, so reliant, solely on one person.
The twinge of apprehension, the spark of uneasiness that had stemmed from his blatant need for the other, had begun to fade like his breath in the cool air. His blue gaze followed the planes of the other's body as Blaine shifted, heavy lids closing for a moment at the boy's ghosting fingers across his skin. His heart thudded heavily as his eyes met Blaine's, the respondence of sincerity sending waves of warmth coursing throughout his entirety. The subtle touch sent a shiver through him, his own finger disentangling itself from the other's damp hair to smooth across the side slowly. Maybe he should've felt utterly out of character, he wasn't ever known to be a romantic of any sort, had never been the type to appreciate the small moments like the one he was living. But Blaine did things to him. It was the small touches, the quiet voices that he coveted about the boy just as much as everything he'd always required in the past.
Blaine was changing him. And this time, he welcomed it.
He tried to ignore the goosebumps erupting over his tanned skin, though the cold was beginning to seep inevitably across his bare chest and down the length of his arms. There was an almost impatient moment as Blaine broke away to rearrange the pooled running shorts, the discarded shirt reeled in to be used as a bolster against the dry winter grass. He shifted closer against Blaine as the other curled against him, burying his head in the dip of the boy's neck as his lips brushed against the smooth skin. He hated the nagging fact that all too soon the first period bell would break the morning haze, forcing him to tear himself away from Blaine. He weighed skipping classes entirely, but he was already failing almost all of his classes and undoubtedly was on the brink of expulsion. Yet, the consequences paled in contrast with the idea of spending his day with Blaine.
His eyebrow shot upward as he withdrew, taking in the boy's face with a lopsided smile across his lips. It was hard to believe this sort of thing never happened, he couldn't imagine Blaine being the type to be passed over. His smile faded slightly as Blaine continued, the other's quiet voice filling his ears. The roughened scars brushed beneath his fingertips, his calloused fingers breaking from the other's course to trail over the outlines, resting against Blaine's hip and tightening only slightly. "Let me close." he whispered, his hoarse voice conveying both a pleading request and a gentle command before his lips parted in a soft smile, his eyes flitting to the hand against Blaine's side.
"I don't think you are, Blaine", he offered in reply to the other's last comment, meeting the other's grey gaze again. "And as for me, I guess I'm still a monster in the making", he jabbed amusedly, pushing down the right edge of his pants and tapping the paled scar stringing jaggedly over the skin of his hip. He'd never brought the scar up with anyone before. It was a black stain on his history, the breaking of the old Luke.
But now it seemed alright. Now, Blaine was pulling back what he'd lost. "So, how exactly did you get those?" he inquired, true curiosity lacing his voice.
(( rofl! that'd be so funny! x3 Luke'd probably be like "homg tight... clothes... -spasms-" if he borrowed Blaine's stuff haha! ))
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Post by twiff on Dec 18, 2008 19:15:07 GMT -5
The warmth that spread over his body when Luke curled against him almost banished the cold away. Goosebumps faded and instead he ignored the breeze and focused purely on those lips tracing against his neck, and the feel of Luke’s body as it shifted and moved against him, even the subtle rise and fall with each haggard breath. It was an effective technique for him, but Luke still felt icy beneath his fingertips, and he mentally made a note to move inside, or even complete his jog (as long as Luke was willing, of course.) He was reluctant to move, but even more reluctant to be the cause of the surfer getting a cold on his account. Besides, his empty dorm room would be more comfortable than grass that scratched against sensitive skin.
His musing was cut completely short, and startled eyes flickered across Luke’s face. He searched for any mocking, and found none. That phrase kept breath caught in his throat, and fear to spiral in his stomach. Heart hammered for a second before it slowed and he calmed. Letting someone close was difficult for him, but Luke had already buried himself far deeper then anyone else had. The hand on his hip burned his skin, but reminded him. Luke was still here. Laying there, looking at him. There was no ulterior motive, just Luke. All this was thought over in a split second, and Blaine’s lips turned from a small frown into a smile, fingers giving the others side a gentle squeeze.
“You’re already closer then anyone else.” He admitted, shifting. He wouldn’t tell the other how scary that was, how complete his trust was that Luke wouldn’t fuck him around – because if Luke did, Blaine was a wonderful actor at pretending he didn’t care, when really he was dying inside.
He took in the scar with an amused smile, running his fingers over the edge idly, before returning his gaze to Luke’s, faltering for the merest second. It was hard to come up with the words, words made things true and concrete, and he didn’t want any pity for what had happened – he couldn’t think of anything worse. But Luke made him talk, seemed to drag out of Blaine what he should have been if nothing bad in his life had ever happened. Make him how he should have been. “Exactly? I’m not sure, I was only young at the time. The firemen said that a cheap electric heater started the fire.” He was being a bit blasé, but still, it tore at him to cast his mind back to that day.
“This is nothing though – I was lucky that I was adopted by my family. My scarring would have been far worse if they couldn’t have covered the medical bills.” His smile twisted in a small, sad smile. He was trying to say, without so many words, that his parents had died. “You? How’d you get that little scar?” He teased, nodding towards Luke’s hip. “It’s practically a baby compared to mine.”
((Eeeeep. Do you want to get them walking and talking towards the school?
Annnd. I love Bllllaine and Lllluke together, they both bring out the good in each other.))
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Post by kaytee on Dec 20, 2008 23:02:00 GMT -5
Despite the heat radiating from the blonde boy he was curled against, the cold wind bit at his prickled skin relentlessly, his body fighting the shivers threatening to overtake him. Though he was becoming more aware of the stinging chill against his back, his attentions were still chiefly honed on every subtlety of Blaine. The feel of the other's skin underneath his own rough fingertips, the way the grey-eyed boy fitted faultlessly against him. He didn't think he'd ever be able to meet Blaine's gaze without his breath hitching. The last thing in the world he wanted was to have to move, but the growing cold and their waning time before the morning bell made it inevitable. He met the other's eyes, the unsureness, the hint of trepidation he found there, causing his own heart to pound hollowly against his chest. As fully as he'd already come to trust Blaine, as truly as he felt for the other, there had suddenly been the fleeting idea that maybe Blaine wasn't in as deep. He knew he was in too far to rewind, by now he was definite that he needed Blaine. But there was solace in the tentative smile unraveling the boy's troubled frown and the quiet pressure of the other's fingers against his side, branding his skin with every touch. Blaine's voice filled his ears, the quiet statement sending his heart rate soaring. He returned the soft smile, unable to verbalize the tumbler of thoughts and promises drifting through his mind. He could tell there was an uneasiness with Blaine's words, and he wanted the other to know that he was true, not like all the times he'd lied and pretended in the past. There was no facade this time. With Blaine, there was no smoke and mirrors. Just Luke. But the words stuck in his throat, and he surrendered to the warm feeling of Blaine's fingers against his hip, the contented silence stretching onward before the boy's addicting voice began falteringly. Blaine made it sound as if it weren't a big deal in the least, but he could see there was pain in the recollection. His free hand slid to the other's, rugged fingers intertwining with Blaine's consolingly as he met the boy's gaze, chewing at his bottom lip. He smiled back at the blonde boy, the fingers on Blaine's hip moving to aimlessly trail along the traveling scars over the boy's side and chest. "Wow. I'd say that definitely puts mine to shame", he responded lightly, chuckling at the other's inquisition. "I had a lesson in trust", he stated indifferently, "A boy I knew showed me what happens when you let somebody in." It seemed like it was yesterday, recalling the incident. It didn't seem nearly as world-turning as Blaine's story, unfortunately it hadn't involved losing his parents, but for Luke,Tucker marked the end of who he had been. At least until he'd met Blaine. He shook his head, chuckling forcedly, "I sure learned I could hold my breath a while that day." The last thing he wanted was sympathy, and he tried to make his voice as unconcerned and unaffected as possible. He'd never told anyone, especially not his family, about what had happened. But now he found it easier than he'd expected to bear all to Blaine. He was saved from the recollection by the echoing sound of the morning bell, a silence following before it was broken by the bleary shouts of a few boys to one another. He sighed, hating that the morning was creeping by even as he disentangled himself from Blaine, sitting up to tug his damp white shirt over his head. It did little to help against the weather, and it was only now that he'd pried himself from Blaine that he began to realize just how cold it was. He slowly got to his feet, rubbing at the back of his neck as his blue gaze idly watched a few younger boys crossing the quad. "So where's your room?", he turned towards the other, not too intent on fully parting from Blaine. He'd lost his first period textbooks somewhere anyway, and the long, solitary walk to his dorm seemed unbearable at that moment. With any luck, they'd have a few minutes before they had to part ways. (( Lol I got them up and moving x3. Rofl they're so fuuun! One always compensates for whatever the other lacks <3 And sorry it took so long to reply, I finally finished all of my finals! ))
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Post by twiff on Dec 22, 2008 1:00:37 GMT -5
The slight, comforting grip was something that Blaine was able to find solace with; anything more would have been too much, echoing with the pity he didn’t want anyone to feel for him. Instead, he gave the hand back a gently squeeze in appreciation, glad that the other seemed to get him so much, and so entirely in such a small period of time. Not many were able to do that at all. The casual way that Luke stroked the scars also was effective and pleasing to the Russian boy, the sensitive flesh making it hard to focus back on the boy in a non-sexual way. But his voice bought him back from the gutter and he smiled wryly, shaking his head. “I prefer it when no one else has to tell a story like mine.” Not that he told it often, or at all. Luke was privy to something that no one else at the school knew. He hoped he appreciated the weight of trust that he was endowed with.
Tongue smoothed out along chapped lips, and he nodded, listening to the words. Here he was, letting someone in, just like Luke, and it seemed like they were the two less-likely students to be doing so. It was funny how comfort was found in the oddest of places. “Trust doesn’t come easily, or often, to me.” He admitted, shrugging lightly and sparing a smile that suited his face so much, but yet was rare to see. He wanted the surfer to know he knew where he was coming from, and for some reason, his body language and sparse words could often translate his meaning better then the most elegant of speakers. He mulled over the fact they both had shared so much before it was cut short, bell pealing sharply, drawing a surprised look from his face.
Later then he thought – the moment together had seemed like hours, but seconds, both at the same time.
Body ached when Luke pulled away, and he reluctantly pulled on his grey shirt, struggling to get it over his head before giving a sharp stretch, arms over head, back twisting and eyes closed in pleasure. A quiet huff moved off his lips and he stood with the liquid motion that every move usually spoke of. Hand raced back through hair, trying to seem casual at the appearance of others, tying it into a small club at the nape of his neck, a few wisps escaping beside his ears. The healthy flush and the sweaty set could be taken in account of running, and Blaine was for once glad that sex could be so messy. Although, the musky smell was distinct in itself. He would need a shower for sure. And he’d be late for class, bizarre for the usually prompt boy.
“Second floor.” He answered, jerking his head up to a set of windows above them. “In the middle. Usually you can see my room mates smoke drifting out, but it looks like he’s gone for now.” He wasn’t often there at all. Blaine was sure he was close to dropping out, and determined to drag him with him. It would be nice to be able to spend a couple of stolen minutes with the other though, and he welcomed the thought of Luke following him up – he was sure that first period would be null and void anyway, there was no point going even if there was risk of detention. “Coming?” He queried, starting towards the building, tilting his head to the side.
“On the way, you can tell me all about yourself.” His lips curved into that now oh-so-familiar smile, hands fixing his shorts and tugging down his shirt, conscious of the dull aches and pains that had been caused by their vigorous passion.
((I’m so aiming for a shower scene. A really sweet one to counterpart their hot sex.
Haha. Screw first period.
And: I still love you. =) ))
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