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Post by skull0 on Mar 14, 2013 17:51:23 GMT -5
Bailey tapped the steering wheel. "Yup." He was eager to get inside, not only so he could eat his burger but be--wait, what? "You live here, too?" A moment had passed in which the young man had to gather himself after the incredulous statement. "I'm room thirty-seven, what room are you?" This was quite exciting! To think, his sweet little dancer might only be a few rooms away from his reach at any given time. Hues became half-lidded at the thought. Then he guessed February wouldn't necessarily have to be home in such a hurry~
Head nodded for the other to follow after him, heading up and into the apartment just as cluttered and messy as his car. Though Bailey tried to keep it clean, the fault of the household was his careless roommate he'd asked to clean since he'd be home supposedly later than usual. Hues flicked over at February. "Ah, sorry about the mess. I've been too busy to clean..." He said, stepping over a pile of plastic cups that reeked of alcohol. Not to mention the torn boxes that contained the beer, even some cans thrown around amongst the cola cans.
He had to shove some blankets off the sofa when he plopped down, patting the space beside him. "My roommate is really messy, and I'm usually too busy or too tired." The bag was set beside a large bong situated at the center of the coffee table. Bailey lifted it to set on the floor, careful not to hurt the object. He wiped his hands together, finding the controller and flicking on the landing screen of his PS3. Mouth accepting a bite of the burger at long last. "Mmh..." He hummed, waiting to swallow before admitting to February, "I was so hungry!"
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Post by affair on Mar 15, 2013 18:22:58 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah...I'm...I'm on the first floor. Room 2. " February pointed at the door that was his as they passed by it on their way up to Bailey's apartment. Yeah, they lived in the same place. It was a little bit nervewracking, a little too much pushed on February's plate of understanding. February was jogging after Bailey, one hand holding his hood so that it wouldn't suddenly fall back off his head. Haaa, breathe. After two flights of stairs, they were there, in front of Bailey's apartment as the other man got his keys out and unlocked the door.
...God, it was messy. A stark contrast to February's place, which was at least....easily navigable. February followed in Bailey's steps, nearly exactly. "Mm.." He hummed in reply while dodging the trash on the floor. At least the sofa was pretty clean, yeah. Just a few blankets that needed to be moved, and voila. Some...stuff had to be moved, before they were finally settled, and February just guessed he'd ask later, or find out on the way. Something like that.
"Oh...well, that sucks. I...uh, just live by myself so..." He trailed off, anxious, pulling at the hem of his hoodie again. He glanced up at Bailey, at a bit of a loss for words while he took the time to process some new information. "Y...could've eaten at the place. Or I....have....food, too. Ramen. S'good if you do it right." He practically tripped over his words, something unacceptable, even for February. Actually, most of his issues were unacceptable, but this more so. Ah, what could he even do... nothing, at the moment. Bailey would have to deal with his crippling awkwardness.
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Post by skull0 on Mar 16, 2013 21:02:05 GMT -5
Bailey's mismatched hues fixed on February's door as they passed. It didn't even cross his mind that they could have gone there, which really would have been the better option considering... well, the horrendous state of his own. It was true, though. He was either too busy or too tired to clean the ever piling mess. While his dropout, slacker roommate had all the time in the damn fucking world, that kid was far too busy out getting laid. Although the man was patient, that patience was stretching far too thin to hold out forever. They'd been such good friends before, so it was a pity.
"I could live by myself," he stated, "but--" he stopped, choosing instead to eat his burger when the explanation wouldn't come from his lips. Bailey had the income to afford the rent on his own, but the truth was he hated being alone. As much as Ken got on his last nerve, he enjoyed coming home to this messy apartment. People lived here. It was part of the reason he could always clean tomorrow, because he was too preoccupied living. He exhaled, finger pressing the remote to slide the selector over the merry-go-round icons. "It's alright." Though, he would enjoy being so completely alone with the other.
Although Bailey noticed February's word tumbled awkwardly from his mouth. "Do it right?" He repeated, tone scantily clad over his true intention with such a suggestive phrase. A smile crept over his features. "You should show me how to cook Ramen cook right sometime, then." And just like that, it was gone. Bailey continued eating his burger, sliding down to Netflix where a most recently watched included mainly slasher flicks and documentaries. "What sort of shows you like, Feb?" Eyes didn't part from the television screen, obviously scanning through the sliding titles.
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Post by affair on Mar 20, 2013 18:22:01 GMT -5
February listened patiently to Bailey's response- why he didn't live alone, but it was surprisingly vague. Well, if he liked living with a roommate, nothing could help that. It wasn't something that bothered him, after all. Just the mess, to be honest. The younger man only responded with a shrug, nodding and acknowledging the validity of his choice. Anyway, February lived alone, so not having time to spend alone with Bailey....if the occasion ever came, of course....wasn't a concern. He was pretty lucky in that regard, wasn't he?
"It's not hard." He stated simply "People just mess up. I kinda cheated but- I can do it right, enough that it tastes good. Or not a salty mess. If you come over, I'll make it for you." What? He would. Though it was just ramen. Really flavorful ramen. That was the best kind, after all. He watches Bailey aimlessly flick through the tv options before clicking on Netflix, and browsing that. "Some medical dramas, when American Idol was popular, I'd have that on. Usually I just keep on reruns of sitcoms like...I dunno, whatever seems good whenever I'm home. I have a lot of DVDs, so I just put one in and hit play all. And in the morning there's the news. Like....in case classes are canceled suddenly." The noise in his apartment was appreciated, especially when Febs was trying to calm down. Music was good, a sense of normalcy better. "Uh, you? I guess you seem like the type to watch a lot of movies. Or something a bit more exciting."
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Post by skull0 on Mar 24, 2013 17:01:20 GMT -5
A lot of people seemed to enjoy background noise when home alone, but for the bluenette just the city's ambience was enough. The one thing he couldn't stand for long was being entirely alone. It was maddening--he didn't like the person he became when he has spent too much time alone. Bailey continued to quietly eat his burger, managing to chuckle every now and then while this chef sitting beside him told him the secret to preparing Ramen. Oddly enough, it never occurred to the male he could soup up noodles. Though when he was going to respond, a smirk wrinkled one side of his cheek. The invitation to February's apartment may have been taken less friendly than it was intended.
"I try to, but they're all unfinished." He had answered, putting down his half-finished burger in favor of scooting himself closer to the latter. "I mostly play video games, but I've got burger-hands," not-so-thin fingers splayed for his guest to see, "and didn't want to get the controller too dirty mashing buttons." A look was given the sheen on the keys he had to press to bring up Netflix and such, obviously he hadn't spared much thought into what he'd said. "Or, actually, I can't focus on playing a game and eating. I think I'd just not eat."
At some point, the smooth operator had come close enough to the latter that when he cocked his head to the side, he was in perfect range of a kiss that Bailey waited for February to initiate. Otherwise, he'd just move himself away from the other's personal space and continue to search for something to watch.
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Post by affair on Mar 25, 2013 15:36:36 GMT -5
"Oh. Well..." February laughs lightly "That's a opportunity cost, isn't it? Or maybe you're just bad at multitasking." It's no surprise that by now, they've moved close enough to each other to kiss. February takes a deep breath, and exhales, figuring out what he's going to do this time, not allowing himself to be taken in by the magnetic charisma of the other, pulling Febs in no matter what'd he say otherwise. He's not the denial type, anyway. February looks into Bailey's eyes, and shifts his hood a little, moves closer, going for it.
And he does it. If you mean by doing it, bringing his hands up to cradle Bailey's face, and leaning to whisper into his ear, close enough that Bailey could feel his breath, then yes. And he murmurs a simple-
"Next time, this'll be in my bed."
He'd be lying if he said he didn't want the man in there. Lying though his teeth. And if there was anyone objecting to any bed activities, it'd be February. And now that February is in fact encouraging it- well, that'd better be enough of an invitation. He couldn't forget the tension between them, he demanded that what was lost when Bailey pulled away and stood up be reclaimed. And strangers? By the end of the month- no week, he would foolishly hope that the title of 'stranger' would be the antonym to describe them. And- and- what then? February shakily pulled back, his previous, precious, confidence cut down by that singular fear; covering his sudden change in demeanor, he grabbed a fistful of Bailey's shirt, and tugged him half the way, and kissed him. Not just a light kiss like at the arcade, but something with substance. Even if the man did taste like food.
Was he acting desperate? Was he desperate?
Yeah, he probably was.
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Post by skull0 on Mar 25, 2013 16:24:23 GMT -5
Next time. Desperation didn't cross Bailey's mind, since most caught in his cross-hair didn't keep their flowers untouched this long. This dark-haired young man proved to have more to offer, so the hunter supposed it'd be wise to play it slow--at least, that's what he'd planned to do before being pulled back in after such a suggestive murmur. The words brought a genuine smile to his features, something incredibly honest that not many got to see from him. Really, there was no reason to be coy after saying something like that. "That's cheesy." He'd stated in a quick hush, because shortly after the words left his lips they were pressed against those of a guy he'd just met last week. 'Next time' kept ringing in his mind like bells of victory.
It would've been nice if the latter had given him time to rinse his mouth with a drink or something, but he couldn't actually be bothered if the other didn't mind. Palms pressed his waist, feeling up beneath his blouse over the grooves of his ribs. While not shackled to one gender, there were two things Bailey enjoyed the most about men. One, being small, narrow waists like this person's and the other being something along the lines of unspeakable. His weight pushed for February to lay back on the couch, perhaps more aggressive than intended. As far as the bluenette was concerned, he'd been patient enough. Tongues clawed together, breaths passing in puffs between mouths that'd become inseparable. Again, probably by Bailey's own imperious accord.
Sooner than later, however, he sits back. "Am I going too fast?" Half-lidded mismatched hues flashing a darkness behind them that dared the latter to tell him to slow down. "February, are you seeing anyone else?" He'd ask, leaning over to mask the male in his shade. "Or, do you believe in monogamy? I'd really like for us to be exclusive..." Dipping lower, parted lips kissed the boiling skin just below February's ear. The warm pulse pounding from that artery left him famished. Teeth nipped along the sensitive vein, gently grazing until finding the perfect place where he could leave his mark.
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Post by affair on Mar 25, 2013 17:22:17 GMT -5
Bailey...fulfilled and exceeded February's expectations. The firm pressure of his partner's hands on his waist registered in the back of February's mind- he was too busy being absorbed in having been pushed down onto the sofa and kissed. Too busy fighting for dominance as they met over and over again, as February snatched breaths on the off-moments, as his heart rate sped up within only a few seconds of interaction with the older man. February's hands move around, trying to find a good place to put themselves, and end up resting on Bailey's back in a loose hug, placed a reasonable distance from his ass.
Too quickly, Bailey pulls away, and February's hands slide limply off his back. He looks up at Bailey before pushing himself up on his elbows. At the first question, February shakes his head no. He's been waiting for this, he asked for this. He'd take whatever Bailey gave him and more, relishing the physical intimacy they were finally sharing. He'd need a little time to think it out lat- okay, scratch that, he was deciding now what he wanted to mean to the other. It was a bit hard to focus on- his hands were on Bailey's back again, Bailey himself was mouthing at February's jaw, and February answered his questions slowly, concentrating on his words, breathing that no, he wasn't seeing anyone, and yes, he wanted to be exclusive. It was definitely preferred that February be the only one in his bed, being subject to this treatment.
When teeth came into play, scraping against the pulse point on his neck, February took the opportunity to move his hands down, grabbing Bailey's ass. Fuck. He had a really nice ass. For a computer programmer, his mind added, and February agreed. For a computer programmer.
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Post by skull0 on Mar 25, 2013 18:20:25 GMT -5
The very moment he situated himself on his elbows, this terrible impulse to knock him down bled into the young man. It was a desire that grew despite Bailey's inward attempts to satiate the bloodlust. He chewed and sucked at his lover's neck, gingerly grinding his teeth in to ensure the bruise he left would remain for the longest of times. If it became a scar, all the better. A sense of ownership was quickly settling into his mindset toward February, whom would become more of an object to him the longer he was allowed access to his heart. "Good." Was darkly hissed, grazing his wetted lips over those of this boyfriend he'd obtained. It was like a prize at the end of a not-so-challenging quest, useful though he knew where else to find it.
Although February was special for him, he was cheap. When hands grabbed his ass, Bailey nuzzled upward from beneath his chin. There had been the intention to invite the other further into his bedroom but for whatever reason the thought slipped from mind over and over again. Nothing could tear him away from chewing up his newfound gumwad. The bluenette virtually shoved himself between the latter's legs, grabbing him by his thighs and yanking him against his groin. Silent, he merely gave his lover a hungry look before easing up the hoodie that for so long obscured such a lovely body. He dipped down, stealing kisses along the male's middle--the line running through his muscled abdomen, dancer's muscles he assumed, licking just along the bottom-ridge of February's sternum.
"Take it off." A command disguised beneath the heartfelt tone of new love. He leaned in, gingerly pecking the boy's cheek with more kisses. "All of it."
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Post by affair on Mar 25, 2013 18:56:44 GMT -5
February winces more than once at the harsh treatment of his neck- he's going to regret it when he goes in for class, he knows it, the looks and questions he'll get about what's going to end up being dark marks littered on his neck. At the response, the dark tone not-so-hidden, they kiss once more, and February uses the grip he has on Bailey to pull himself up flush against the other. Their heights are too similar- they're pretty much eye to eye. His lover seemed to respond positively for a second, nuzzling him but then turning a complete 180 to shove his clothed legs apart, to make room for Bailey in between them, to grip his body and pull him so that an experimental grind would cause a shudder of pleasure for February.
He keeps the half-lidded, neutral expression- meeting a look that seemed to want to eat him whole. Bailey pushes up his hoodie, asks him to remove it, and February obliges, dropping it behind him and giving Bailey access to more of his skin, more marking ground. The other makes good use of it. But of course, it's not enough. February didn't think he'd be doing it on a couch, but it was a clean couch, and it was relatively comfortable. Not to mention his partner, a man with seemingly enough passion and aggression for the both of them. February also obliges Bailey's next command, pulling off his legs to shuck off his shoes, pants, etcetera, before he willfully commands Bailey to do the same. After all, all is fair in love and war, right? And with those words, the scene fades to black for all those in attendance~
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Post by skull0 on Mar 25, 2013 19:46:38 GMT -5
If February had been trying to intimidate him, to overtake him, it wouldn't work. Not when he saw so little threat from a man he'd earlier made shudder like a virgin. He was humored by these orders issued from the mouth of a puppy that's voice was better suited for whimpering than barking. Either way, the suggestions went along with his own interest so the bluenette was quite content in casting aside his shirt, swiveling out of his pants and discarding them to join the rest of the litter on his floor.
That too-long ponytail proved itself useful. Bailey had his doubts when they first met, but this creature was welcome as long as February continued to allow him tugging rights when the occasion arose again--as the latter suggested, next time, in his bed. The bluenette held February close to him, his face rubbing in the crook between his neck and shoulder as they found room for one another on the sofa.
"We should put our clothes back on..." He started, pointing for his companion to pull one of those blankets he'd thrown on the floor over them. "Before my roommate comes back." Though it was so late by the clock on the TV's screen, the male doubted he'd see that guy until the afternoon. Snickering was muffled by his mouth pressed against the latter's nape. A place he forgot to leave his mark! With teeth he grazed so lightly, adding a dab of color to the tanned skin that'd join the multitude of love-bites left what seemed nearly an hour earlier.
There was a lump in his throat that had been bothering him since they started. "If he comes back." Although it had been an idle statement, his arms seemed to tighten around the latter's conquered body.
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Post by affair on Mar 25, 2013 20:38:58 GMT -5
Regaining all of the sense he seemed to have lost earlier concluded with the realization that most of him ached with a dull throb. Hips, collarbone, neck, the back of his head hurt all together in chorus. It had been a while since he had done this, and his body definitely wasn't prepared for it. Last time could have been a year ago, at the very least. He reacted like he was a virgin, and for all intensive purposes, he might as well have been. The other didn't seem to mind.
Now they were squished together on the sofa, Bailey spooning him from behind, holding him close so that he absolutely couldn't fall off of the sofa. Or maybe for other reasons, but February couldn't seem to be bothered to be bothered by them. "Later." February mutters, as he reaches down to pull the blanket off the floor, and toss it over them. He pulled his knees up so that his feet weren't uncovered by the blanket, tangling his legs with Bailey's even more so as he does it. It's a bit of a challenge to keep both of them completely on the sofa.
"How long, then?" Is his response, eyes closed and body limp and relaxed. He doesn't turn to look when he feels the vibration of a snicker coming from the other man, nor when the now familiar sensation of teeth on skin is felt on the nape of his neck. The man really did seem on a mission to mark him up as much as possible. "If." He echoes "That's appealing." Right now, he's surprised at his lack of willingness to ask what the snicker was about- if it was about him. But he's kinda tired, and comfortable just the way he is- even if Bailey's arm around him does seem unusually tight.
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Post by skull0 on Mar 26, 2013 11:54:29 GMT -5
It was inconceivable to him that February was truly a virgin, but every touch and every press had made him physically react like it'd been the first time. The bluenette was pleased he could do something to make this energetic dancer turn so lethargic. Endearing, which was why he'd snickered earlier. Every mark was his territory. Now no one could look at his body without thinking someone had been here. Someone left these, and February allowed it. By now it should be apparent that Bailey was intensely possessive of this brunette. No one else could have him. Ever. Their leg intertwined uncomfortably, locked in a manner that made the alpha wonder if the latter had the energy to make it to the bedroom.
The things he said weren't making much sense to Bailey, who thought it adorable. "Are you tired?" He teased, his countenance nestled against the tenderized area he'd created. Arms crossed around the latter's slender frame, so his hands climbed up the edges of him into an embrace. Lovingly, of course, but also testing how heavy he might be--since he wouldn't be fooled by how light February had seemed during intercourse. Not that his weight had changed, but Bailey's lost adrenaline could betray him. And the last thing he wanted was to drop his lover on the way to his bed.
Then again, if his roommate were to make a surprise appearance he didn't want to hear it about bringing home bed-companions since this was obviously not just a random fling. The very idea of such an argument annoyed him, especially because he knew Ken to be incredibly stubborn. He slipped his hand between his stomach and February, gently pressing on his lower-back. "Does this hurt too much to get up?" And maybe he decided to indulge in a little more, hand drifting lower to grip at more of the flesh he loved. Bailey taunted the latter with a hum, chuckling as he said, "Maybe I could throw you on the blanket and drag you to the bed." His head dipped, leaving a kiss on the male's shoulder to assure him he'd never be so violent.
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Post by affair on Mar 28, 2013 20:00:46 GMT -5
"Yeah." He breathed, "Really sore, too." He felt the other man's breath against the newest sore spot on the back of his neck, and sensed a flush creeping up his neck, before he let out a breath. If he put on his hoodie, it still wouldn't cover Bailey's claim on him. On the opposite hand....it was really attractive. To be coveted. Maybe he'd bear(bare?) it with pride, dance (after he slept the pain off, of course) with every single blood-red patch showing. Maybe.
Bailey's other arm slid around him, lifting February ever so slightly, as to be held in an actual hug by the other. He curved his body a bit, leaning against Bailey, skin against skin underneath the light blanket. It was starting to really cool off now, the post-coital period winding down, and February was glad for the warm body pressed against him, and the blanket over them. First date, and within twenty minutes of his arrival, they started doing it. February thought about this and decided he could hardly mind, with such a partner. With his boyfriend. He thought about what Bailey had said back in the dance room, that there was someone he wanted to go out with and- well, the rest was history, but it really was him. Good. That was really good.
February turned slightly towards Bailey, startled by the touch on his sore lower back. A twinge of pain shot through February, and swallowing whatever doubts he had, February shook his head no, that he could...probably get up and move by himself. It'd hurt, though. And then Bailey groped him and February couldn't even muster anything less than a sly smile.
"No faith in your own strength....? You could always carry me." The younger man smiled mischievously.
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Post by skull0 on Apr 3, 2013 10:42:28 GMT -5
Bailey managed a flat grin in an attempt to be amused despite the obvious attack on his pride. "I could also drag you, you know." He returned, pulling the latter into his lap as he sat up. "Kicking--" the bluenette continued to muse, though his primary focus had become nuzzling at his lover's jaw so careful that only the fine hairs covering their human-body's touched, "--and screaming." Mismatched hues glanced upward. Like most things, it was easy for Bailey to fall in love with them though it wasn't any form of love he felt.
"Hold on." He murmured, making sure February's arms were securely wound around his neck before shifting to stand. Perhaps he didn't take as much damage as the other, but his body was also quite worn out that it took everything within his willpower to not utter any sort of sound that might suggest he was too weak to carry the latter weight. He gripped tightly, making his way through the clutter as though treading a questionably safe passage across a field of lava.
Relief was exhaled when he finally made it into the bedroom. His precious cargo was dumped on the comfortable bed he couldn't wait to crawl up on. Bailey was someone the indulged in sweet trinkets, obvious by their innumerable presence. On the walls, covering every available surface--unlike the rooms he had to share, his own personal space was neat despite more clutter. Though art, he felt, could be excused. All in all, it was surprisingly feminine. But it kept him at peace like his own little patch of Heaven. Even the blinds and window was fixed so the light from outside pooled in a mist of morning perfection.
He had left February after throwing him on the bed, though he returned shortly with his hoodie and jeans which were hung over a decorative coat rack. "Just in case you're planning on making a quick escape in the morning." Bailey winked, meandering to the bed's end and pressing his weight against the edge. "As if I'd let you get away from me now."
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