JACE SPENCER
MALE
BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Mar 12, 2013 17:57:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:B7C6B1; padding:5px; border-bottom: solid 10px E5EDC1;,bTable][atrb=valign,bottom] it feels like the dawn of the dead the bombs going off in my head | | [cs=2] A rush of relief flowed through Jace's body when he felt Élie's hand reach up to touch his opposing cheek, the tips of his fingers tickling the sensitive flesh beneath it. When Élie failed to pull away immediately, Jace's heart rate thundered in his chest, beating faster than he had ever remembered it beating. He furrowed his brow in concentration, his entire being into the single kiss that could mean everything to him. T-that could be... the last kiss we ever share.. Jace gasped around the kiss and pushed harder, feeling Élie lean back a bit. His first reaction was panic, but when he realized that Élie was merely laying back onto the floor, the ginger's heart began to slow, his breathing more regular.
The kiss didn't last for too long after Jace laid his upper torso on Élie's, but his mouth still burned for the feeling after they parted. His bottom lip quivering, he watched Élie open his amber eyes, feeling a fixation that he could remember from the last time they had shared a bed together. I wish... Jace's voice cracked inside his head, dropping as soon as it had appeared. There was nothing for him to wish for, because it was all gone from him now. "Élie..." Jace whispered, touching his index finger to Élie's temple and trailing it down his cheek. "...why am I not good enough for you now?" His actual voice shuddered, hovering for a moment before he closed his eyes tight and looked away, his heart suddenly feeling extremely pained.
Jace could feel tiny tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall as he looked to the window above his stove. His mind tumbled like an avalanche as he wondered about what could have went wrong in their relationship. Maybe Jace didn't give Élie enough attention, and that's why he went to this new boy. Suddenly, the anger from before touched his heart, gripping him in its envious grasp. He breathed out deeply through his nose, clenching his left fist to a feeble attempt to let some steam off without becoming violent. "What made you pick him?.." The male whispered, keeping his head turned drastically to the left. "Did I not give you what you deserved?" |
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Post by skull1 on Mar 12, 2013 19:10:41 GMT -5
Didn't he give everything for Jace? He knew his body so well, his hand falling to rest against his chest to feel his heart pound in rhythm with his own. Frantic, scared. That's what the two men were in the quiet apartment complex. The rest of the world disappeared. For the first time since it's construction, New York was silenced to ears tuned to only the sounds emitted by the body rested on his own. Arms couldn't fail to embrace him as their hearts together stilled. Like this was the time they'd have this, the last memory to blanket everything they knew as a whole. Élie's arms, however weakly, tightened around him.
Hues closed at the whim of the slid finger descended down his face's silhouette. The last barrier he had for the tears that threatened dripping off his thick lashes. His eyes were wet, but he refused to cry though it became harder when Jace spoke up. They clenched, head shaking in response for the words he didn't have. If only he could admit it was because he never realized how good they'd been until it left. Élie had always been the type, though, that was always searching for greener pastures. He was unsatisfied by anything he could call his own, but this time he had stumbled into something by chance and didn't have the righter sense to refuse.
When he saw that the strawberry blonde might break, out of respect he returned to having eyes closed. Jace had never cried in front of Élie before and he wouldn't let him now. Not over this, not over him. Although his eyes were closed, his hands trailed from being wrapped around him to lightly pressing his fingers along his eyelids. They sank back down, laced behind his neck urging him to descend to his mouth again. Inside each other's kiss, where there was some semblance of safety toward their jointed future.
However, he had to stop. It was obvious the latter grew frustrated again. Brows knitted together with worry, unsure how he could possibly calm him down. Élie was afraid to say anything to him after all his talking only seemed to worsen things. He wanted for Jace to be able to stay sane just a little bit longer, and the only way he knew beyond words was to arch his legs in a manner that intertwined with his partner. He was so sorry, if he'd known Jace was even an option... things would be so different. The brunette spared him a wanton look of sorrow, treading such a dangerous field when inviting him to fill the space between his parted thighs.
"Maybe you deserve more than me." He murmured, craning forth to leave a kiss at the other's neck. As much as he would hate to be rejected, maybe now was the time for Jace to push him away. Let this terrible person forever wonder what would have happened if maybe, just maybe, the weakness for him had been overcome. Élie exhaled beneath his chin, lips flitting over the layer of flesh in search of somewhere to leave his mark. The bruise that would prove someone had once been here, that at some point in time someone loved this person so much. He couldn't resist tearing up again when remembering this life departed.
Waking up in the morning, because Jace was sprawled out and had Élie sworn to the bed's edge until the brunette scooted close beside him for protection from the fall.
Coming home, Élie was caught in an attempt to learn the game that Jace had beaten him at, but he couldn't even figure out how to get off the landing screen. Embarrassed, he pretended that he was going to watch Netflix. Although he didn't know how to get to that either.
Undecided what to do for dinner, an argument that caused Élie to storm out occurred. And only shortly after does he return, because the snow is too deep and it's too cold to be mad over something so stupid. Jace had already eaten all the leftover pizza, not sorry he shrugged.
In the shower, on the sofa, over the counter. This home was littered with phantoms. It didn't seem like very long, but it was a lifetime. "I'm--" He choked, hugging this person so dear to him. He didn't want to say anything if it had to be in past-tense.
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JACE SPENCER
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BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Mar 12, 2013 19:59:17 GMT -5
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His voice wavered as he remembered the last time he had uttered those words. It was to the same individual, although it held some different attributes. When he first slurred those words, he was drunk, leaning stupidly on Élie at a mutual friend's party while Élie focused almost exclusively on marijuana rolled between his fingers. Jace had found Élie's quiet demeanor attractive and his amber eyes alluring. "Y'want t'have a drink at m'house?" The words were crisp in Jace's mind, despite his attempts to ignore the sounds of his drunken rambles that resulted in Élie's presence here today. The french-tongued male had agreed, and they'd wandered to the apartments. Jace wasted no time letting Élie know exactly what was on his mind. After they had finished in bed-- vividly, the scene played for Jace-- the crook of the ginger's arm was placed lazily along Élie's hip, cradling him close, with enough room to breathe. Still buzzed, with Élie as quiet as ever, Jace had pulled the male closer, his breath sour. "Stay tonight..." His words echoed in the darkness of the room as Jace's breaths became more and more shallow, blending like stealth.*
When a gentle kiss was placed near his Adam's apple, Jace took a sharp breath, feeling his abdominal muscles tighten significantly. He could feel other things tighten at the affectionate gesture, but his mind reeled. "D-don't, Élie.." but the male continued to sigh and nuzzle against the soft flesh. The sensation of his skin being tugged at made Jace's eyes roll erotically, a quiet murmur leaving his lips. He knew it was wrong, and that he should stop Élie, but nothing within him wanted the stranger to stop his travels along Jace's throat. It felt too good for him to resist, his neck flexing weakly as Élie continued to suckle. In the back of his mind, the thought of a larger male coming to beat him to a pulp threatened quietly, but it was quickly drown out with the sounds of his heart beat, racing to the purses of Élie's lips. Caving in, Jace lowered himself closer to Élie, allowing his lips more coverage across his neck. He had to fight the urge to aggressively take his ex-lover right then and there, but the moment was too tender for him to ruin. "É-Élie, ah..." Words hardly above a whisper left his lips, dissipating quickly with the sound of their clothes rubbing together. |
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Post by skull1 on Mar 14, 2013 19:42:57 GMT -5
Although he never had a problem holding a conversation with someone, the brunette was too content in his reservation that he'd sooner struck up a joint than a conversation. Besides, these people were here to have a good time. It was beyond him where his friends had disappeared to when some drunk staggered up to him--with no ride anywhere, and no place to stay he was more than willing to go home with him. He was too high to care, and besides he hadn't been very unattractive so that was a plus. Jace would never know, but his quiet lover had gone home with worse. And, more honesty, maybe it was just Élie being high as fuck, but his drunken slur was kinda cute.
Not long after they arrived, Jace had thrown the waif against the nearest available surface. He didn't even have time to breathe in the air of this environment, but a clever moocher Élie knew any sucker when he saw them. It wouldn't be too far from the whole truth that he'd only slept with him so he'd have somewhere to stay tonight, but it was when the ginger didn't mind that he came back things started to change in him. When they started to learn things, like each other's first name--which was a pretty big step considering it took probably three days until anyone cared to ask. At least by Élie's count it did, and soon Jace was asking how to properly say it. He'd never made a point to mind, but the brunette loved that he asked.
And soon he was asking other things. How to say other things in French, which brought a warmth to their companionship. There was one thing he'd never taught Jace, and that was how to say 'I love you'. Somehow this man had learned it all on his own, and when he said it with that tone Élie was desperate to keep it far away from his heart. A thigh pressed against him, causing him to take a sharp breath. Once again, Jace was asking him to stay. The indecisive lover shouldn't stay, but he couldn't leave. Teeth nipped at his skin. All the tender little spots he knew the red-head would love as he traced his way down to the prominent clavicle.
"Where did you learn that?" He murmured beneath a heavy exhale, arms winding in an embrace around the latter's neck. Élie had to know. At some point Jace must have had to prepare the phrase, make sure he had the words correct and the pronunciation perfect. At some point before the French man disappeared. It struck him so deeply--more than the words in English could have ever touched him. In his chest he felt his heart expand, contract, a vicious fight to keep this man at such a distance. "Je... je t'aime trop..." The thinner male cried gently, pulling Jace closer to him in every way. His arms tightening, and the grip of his long, slender legs fastening around his hips. The wet of his eyes pressed into Jace's neck as he held him, quickly becoming humid from the heat radiating from them both. "Je t'aime tellement, a la folie..."
Everything he wanted and needed was right here with this warm body. Digits moved more fervently to remove his top, though with his own he merely had to slide it off over his head and toss it aside with the rest of his inhibitions. "Jace--let me have you..." A soft voice requested beneath the hush of a whisper. Marbled eyes of amber listless as they leered at him. Élie's face brushed past the man's cheek to where he found his vulnerable ear. "... please, if this could be the last time--I want you as close as my body can withstand..." Nuzzling against his lobe, the weaker man opened his mouth once more for a sigh of affection when he had to squirm hips against Jace to bring himself lower beneath him. "Plongé."
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JACE SPENCER
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BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Mar 16, 2013 22:31:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:B7C6B1; padding:5px; border-bottom: solid 10px E5EDC1;,bTable][atrb=valign,bottom] it feels like the dawn of the dead the bombs going off in my head | | [cs=2] It had been something that the ginger hadn't expected his lover to notice, the fact that 'I love you' was not a phrase previously taught to him. Letting an audible breath loose, Jace turned his head down, nuzzling the smaller male. Thin arms looped around his neck, pulling him even closer. A smile crossed his thin lips momentarily before he let out another sigh. He wouldn't ever tell Élie that even after the kid had left, Jace had pined for him immensely, learning phrases in French that he practiced over and over, in hopes that one day, Élie would show up on his doorstep, much like he did today. Of course, the day never occurred until now, so Jace had given up, losing the memory of most of the phrases he had learned. But 'I love you' had stayed fresh within his mind, proving an important thing for him to have learned.
The words Élie muttered were nothing that Jace himself knew, but he understood the meaning from the way they were uttered. Words of endearment, his heart told him as it's beat escalated quickly. It began to make him dizzy, even as Élie's top was removed swiftly. His own shirt proved to be too difficult, so he did his own, trying to hold back a snicker. Élie had always proved utterly adorable to the ginger, even during quite heated moments like this. Once he had removed his shirt and their bodies melted back together, Jace whispered in a husky tone. "I'll never tell." The words hung warmly in the air, almost visible as Jace's lips connected with Élie's neck, teeth flashing before lightly nibbling against the flesh.
A chill ran through Jace's spine as he listened to the husky words Élie murmured in his native language, making the sensation in the pit of his stomach burn hotter and brighter. He gently sunk his teeth into the wet skin offered to him as his hands wandered up and down Élie's toned back, touching and massaging the natural curves and contours. "... please, if this could be the last time--I want you as close as my body can withstand..." Last time? That stung more than anything could, almost making Jace jerk away from the task at hand, but he tried to will himself to forget the words he had heard Élie whisper. "Don't say that this will be the last time; please, Élie... you'll hurt me too much for me to bear... let's just pretend that things are the same as they used to be..." Closing his eyes tightly, Jace skillfully flipped Élie on his back, placing his palms on either side of the male's head against the floor, leaning close enough to kiss him. "Let's just pretend." |
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Post by skull1 on Mar 20, 2013 13:59:47 GMT -5
The red-head's body was so incredibly heavy. Élie couldn't help smiling, having always thought this was how it must feel for a turtle carrying home on its back. He'd wanted for things to rewind for such a long time, to pretend they were in the past was a feat surprisingly simple. Before the fight, before all the stupid things he'd done. The brunette murmured into the man's lips the lascivious sounds of agreement. Inaudible, a phrase that'd probably just been the semblance of words in his muffled moan. The arms wrapped around the latter's neck slowly slipped away, at first rested on his shoulders before they began to graze down to his chest.
"Ja--" The hands venturing his own body fueled his desire. Hollowed stomach exposed the jagged edges of his rib-cage, like spears pointed upward to jab the latter with every burning intake of warm air. A sweat had already formed on his smooth-textured skin, not quite apparent or beading but enough that all these clothes were so uncomfortable clinging to his form. "Jace, pants..." He whined, voice pitched into a soft lull rather than his usual quiet, semi-lower tone. Élie squirmed underneath him so that he'd be encouraged to remove them. It'd always been awkward for him, to request things be done. And to do so now made him blush hotter.
When he lifted his hips to bring down his own jeans, their two bodies became closer to a place that made it nearly impossible for Élie to lower himself too quickly. He remained, shamelessly ending the encounter with a slow, upward thrust. His damp skin smacked against the floor when he dropped down. The clumsy fool had attempted to do this all so seamlessly--kiss the ginger and also remove his pants--but in the process he'd managed to knock his forehead against his former ex-lover's. A hand was quick to cover the compromised spot, his head pressing back against the ground that it lifted his shoulders and bowed his back. "Ow..." He chuckled, though it hadn't hurt so bad. Not as much as his pride, that was for sure. Élie couldn't fathom why he'd been such an idiot. It seemed like he was always the one messing up, always the reason for a fight. He was irrational, irresponsible and negligent and he knew a lot of it had been because of drugs. As much as he wanted to stop, it would only be like before. Saying he would, then once things calmed down he'd go right back to it. Even though they fought Jace always invited him over again. He could fuck up like this a thousand times and still come back home.
The brunette was grinning when he nuzzled up the latter's cheek, returning a mindful mouth to the pierced earlobe. Some of them he'd done, other's they'd gotten together on a whim. He could apologize forever for all the stupid shit he'd gotten into and still continued to do. Élie sucked at the sweet flesh, tasting the warm metal and hearing it scrape across the metal residing in his tongue. He didn't have as many piercings as when they met, but the man made him want more. The two in his mouth which he started with, until the last four bars added to decorate his engorged need. Amber hues locked on the man's visage. Fixated, asking things this silly goose was otherwise too coy to speak.
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JACE SPENCER
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BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Jun 8, 2013 22:00:17 GMT -5
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ÉLIE GOSSELIN
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BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 53RD & 3RD PROSTITUTE[M:0:]
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Post by ÉLIE GOSSELIN on Jun 12, 2013 10:08:00 GMT -5
A morning would never come that Élie awoke satisfied to still be alive. As his golden eyes peeled open, he remembered yesterday with shameful clarity. The ginger was the cause for every sore corner of his body, every incision on his hip that wandering fingers discovered. Sometimes he really believed if allowed, Jace would rip him up. Shredded. The brunette propped up on his elbows, the floor be damned. He groaned when his brain joined the let's-hurt-like-a-bitch party the rest of his entirety attended. If he thought he had any verification to be in this room, he would have woken Jace with him. They still had to talk about a lot of things the drug-addict would rather not bring up, so maybe Jace wouldn't say much about it. It was a lot easier to pretend nothing wrong had been done.
The brunette cupped his face and groaned again. His legs felt like mashed potatoes, which was actually a sentiment shared with his general pelvic area. Ok. He knew he had to get up and wash-up. Feet pressed the floorboards, yet all the boy did was whine and ease back into his lover's arms. The red-head looked just as deadly when he slept. Adorable. Élie's smile held too many grudges for someone that came here looking for trouble in the first place. Nonetheless, he kept his grin while fingering the latter's lip-piercing.
Did he do this one? The young man reasoned he must have been high. He didn't remember. There was a lot of shit he couldn't remember when he sobered up. Not that he could remember when he was fucked up, but at least then memories were the last thing on his mind. At home with his current "boyfriend," all Élie could do was think about the past and wonder how much was real and how much was his romantic heart filling in blanks. Like the night he was sleeping on the couch while Jace played videogames, and he stuck his cold feet under the gamer's butt. Did that really happen? Or had he kept pretending to sleep so he wouldn't have to take the trash out.
The brunette turned his head to the window, idly noting the sky was too dim for it to be morning. Either he woke-up on the same night, the next night, or perhaps a storm was coming. His hand rested on the ginger's cheek. Eyes scanned his familiar face, finding new details in the structure and recalling how much younger this man was to him. Not too much older, but he may as well be a baby. "Jace," the brunette cooed, "Jace? Can I have a soda?" Of course, if that's all he wanted he wouldn't just ask. "I'll share it with you." He didn't really even like soda.
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JACE SPENCER
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BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Jun 12, 2013 21:42:14 GMT -5
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There was a slight pressure against his cheek that roused him from the deepest parts of his sleep, but it didn't wake him completely. What woke him was the sound of the voice that he knew so well, and had often dreamed of. Elie's voice seemed to echo in his head as he roused himself, a hand reaching up and running through his mess of a hairstyle. He heard his name in Elie's voice, cooing softly to him. "Eerrm..." Jace grumbled, rolling over in his drowsiness. Unfortunately, he turned right into the ray of slight light that was coming from the window. It wasn't much -- it must be late, or storming -- but it was enough to turn Jace off. He grumbled again, and turned back toward his lover, peering through his thin lashes. "Wh-- ah.. Yeah, go ahead... S'in the fridge.. hurry..." Jace slurred tiredly, irritated at the thought that Elie would be leaving his side, even for a moment. |
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ÉLIE GOSSELIN
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BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 53RD & 3RD PROSTITUTE[M:0:]
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Post by ÉLIE GOSSELIN on Jun 12, 2013 22:28:02 GMT -5
Well. That didn't work. The brunette rested his head on his hugged knees. Jace really reminded him of a cat sometimes, he was so cute and dangerous. Not to mention his sleeping habits. Any surface would do it seemed, while Élie needed some sort of cushion otherwise he'd be sore. Like now. He sighed, wondering how to wake this guy up. The soda had just been an excuse, but maybe...
Thin legs didn't do much to support him. The moment he began crawling to his feet, he knew it was going to hurt. He hissed from the ache that became more like a series of splinters stabbing his hips, torso and ass. Jace was pretty good about making sure he was prepped, but last night was different. Élie approached the fridge while mulling over how desperate the latter seemed during the throes of passion. There was a lot to be passionate about, he guessed. A slim hand pried the door open, while the other grabbed a can from the fridge.
Élie returned, idly scratching at something itchy crusted to his back. He looked down at Jace and blushed before easing onto his knees beside him with the can. Crackle, hiss. He was surprised it wasn't flat. The prespiration from the drink wetted his hand, the boy smiled impishly as he reached over to wipe the cold off on his lover's face. He looked quite proud. This would definitely wake him up.
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BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Jun 13, 2013 14:34:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:B7C6B1; padding:5px; border-bottom: solid 10px E5EDC1;,bTable][atrb=valign,bottom] it feels like the dawn of the dead the bombs going off in my head | | [cs=2] The hiss from the can of soda and the hiss that left Jace's lips were almost identical. The wetness that adorned his cheek was not only wet, but cold as fuck. The ginger's eyes flew open, his lips still pulled away from his teeth as he hissed in displeasure. The slight light didn't matter when it came to this disruption. Elie was above Jace, an impish smile spread across his lips. Of course it was Elie behind this. He probably thought he was clever. Jace growled, reaching up with his left hand to wipe away whatever it was that was smeared across his cheek. It took a few swipes of his hand due to his lack of coordination when drowsy, but he eventually got it all off.
"Elie," he barked, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment so he could rub them with his fists. He did so until he felt comfortable opening them again, and when he did, he saw the can of pop in Elie's hand. The ginger hadn't heard the aluminum can being open, but now that he knew it was in his presence, he was parched. "Gimme a drink of that, I'm fucking dying." Jace reached out and grabbed the can, not really caring too much what kind it was as he closed his eyes again -- after all, it was in his house. It couldn't be a flavor he didn't like. Taking a big swig from the still-freezing can, Jace flinched at the feel of the cold liquid going down his sore throat. It was refreshing but painful. Squeezing his eyes close tightly to discourage the tears that came from drinking carbonated drinks quickly, Jace pulled the can from his lips, returning it to Elie's hand. More than half of it had disappeared.
"Ah," Jace murmured as he reached up to wipe his eyes, a few tears threatening to fall down his cheeks, "what did you wake me up for?" The ginger watched Elie's movements, eventually concluding that the brunette was extremely sore -- and rightfully so. Jace's legs were jelly from last night's (was it last night?) episode. He couldn't imagine how sore his lover must have been feeling. Crawling forward, Jace pushed Elie's hand away that held the can and kissed him, gently at first. His arm curled around Elie's back, holding him close to him as they exchanged their tender moment. It lasted a minute or two, but when Jace pulled away, his hand still at the small of Elie's back, a playful smile danced on his lips. "What's so important that I need to wake up for, huh?" |
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ÉLIE GOSSELIN
MALE
BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 53RD & 3RD PROSTITUTE[M:0:]
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Post by ÉLIE GOSSELIN on Jun 13, 2013 15:29:08 GMT -5
It took a few tries, but Jace managed to wipe the water away. Élie had just reached out to help, unable to restrain his soft chuckles while watching the ginger's ritualized method of waking. He wasn't like the latter, that just yawned and sat up, t took him forever to get going--though, he must be tired. After all, the addict was fairly exhausted still after sleeping through what seemed the entire day. He'd be drowsy regardless, so it didn't really matter to him to what degree his lethargy stretched.
The nearly emptied can had been set aside. Élie never really drank soda. He wasn't allowed in his last foster home as a child, so he never got much of a taste for it as an adult. Tender hues reflected the dim lighting streaming through, the clouds letting only so much through at a time made the room look submerged. The brunette would have liked to nap on the sofa in such tranquility, but his mind stopped wishing for other things when Jace came closer. He hugged him closer, head rested on his shoulder while inhaling his familiar scent. The runaway had been gone so long even in his arms he discovered he still missed him.
The point of waking Jace had become moot the moment he got up to retrieve the drink. He had hoped to coax the latter into running him a hot bath, yet since he endured getting up once he supposed he could do it again. "Will you hangout with me in the bathroom while I take a bath?" A bit of an odd request, but the fact was he didn't come back here to be alone. Some company shouldn't be too much to ask, right? Arms drew away to signify he was ready to move. The sooner he got cleaned up the better, and hot baths always helped his soreness after Jace's rough brand of intercourse.
Élie smiled too sweetly for his own well-being. Even that light reflecting in his already golden eyes seemed to make them glow. "I love you." It felt misplaced to say that now, in the quiet stillness of the day where the only noise were the streets outside and even then it was just like New York singing its industrial lullaby. His lips tugged, hoping Jace knew he wasn't just saying it. He really wanted it to mean something beyond sexual gratification. His brows knitted together beneath his shaggy mess of hair plastered to his dewey skin. "Um." The boy shifted back, lightly brushig for Jace to remove his hand from the small of his back so he could stand.
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JACE SPENCER
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BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Jun 13, 2013 19:19:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:B7C6B1; padding:5px; border-bottom: solid 10px E5EDC1;,bTable][atrb=valign,bottom] it feels like the dawn of the dead the bombs going off in my head | | [cs=2] Jace didn't want to move. He was comfortable, his body pressed against Elie's in a passionate embrace. Elie laid his head against the ginger's shoulder, apparently enjoying the feel of Jace as much as he was enjoying the feel of him. It was hard for him to let go, especially after all that time without Elie. He felt Elie's body slip from his fingers, and he imagined the brunette leaving again, without a word. His heard thundered in his rib cage, and he stifled a gasp of fear as the anxiety rushed over him. No, no. Elie mustn't know this weakness of his... It was for him to know and Elie to never find out.
As much as Jace loved Elie, something deep inside him whispered that Elie didn't mind doing some harm to Jace every once in a while. The thought enraged the ginger, but he had no grounds to approach Elie with his thoughts, so he knew it was better to keep his suspicions to himself, as much as it burnt him up on the inside.
Letting his arms slip from Elie's body, Jace let a low rumble start in the back of his throat. "Is that all I can do?" He grumbled playfully, cocking his head slightly as he watched for any signs of approval or otherwise. Elie wasn't for sex as often as Jace was, but he always seemed to try and mollify Jace's attitude when it came to his aroused moments. It was disheartening but he appreciated the effort. It was hard at times like these though, when Elie was exhausted from the last time, but Jace was already revved for round two. He had a hard time turning off his need for sexual attention. Especially for Elie.
"... let's go." |
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ÉLIE GOSSELIN
MALE
BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 53RD & 3RD PROSTITUTE[M:0:]
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Post by ÉLIE GOSSELIN on Jun 14, 2013 17:35:23 GMT -5
Before he rose, the brunette ran his hand over the latter's cheek. As his willowy body became too tall, so did his touch that ran from cheek to running through the messy locks of his friend. A soft chuckle resonated when a few minor tangles were encountered, but nonetheless he didn't realize how adorable greasy hair could be. He shook his head, gently stating they could even bathe together while he turned away. One leg before the other, his pale skin flowed like milk marred by the strawberry streaks and occasional chocolate freckle floating in the delectable mixture.
In a way that showed he knew how delicious his flavor, he peered over his shoulder at the floored man. Golden hues became more deviously lidded. If this were any other mundane afternoon the brunette wouldn't have so readily responded to the latter's lascivious offer masked beneath innocent play. Boys like Élie were always as wise as they were exhausted by this kind of subtle suggestion. However, he really wanted Jace to know he was so sorry for the stupid shit he'd done the past few months. On a normal day he could be content napping on the sofa without his partner pestering him.
The bathroom was warm when he entered although the tiled floor felt cold on his feet. Leaning forward to adjust the water to his liking, the moderate ache shot through his nerves causing a soft groan to escape him. Fingers idly ran over the wounds to assess how much they had healed while he slept. He wasn't concerned aside from the seemingly insatiable lust of his partner, yet even that became an aspect worth missing. When Jace joined him, he was stood waiting beside the tub waiting for the water to reach an agreeable level.
Arms cradled his waist, silent and face drawn down for no particular reason--his expression, even his mannerisms were muted and sad by default despite being quite happy for the time being. He mulled over something clever to say, but it seemed his mind didn't have any words to lend. A shy smile came over him. "Is there a towel, or are you here to serve that purpose when I'm done?" Fingers splayed over his face like that would keep him from laughing, and it did for a moment, but his digits soon descended to his mouth where teeth held his pointer captive.
His eyes continued to laugh while he stared at Jace, a challenge that dared him to come play.
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JACE SPENCER
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BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Jun 14, 2013 18:02:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:B7C6B1; padding:5px; border-bottom: solid 10px E5EDC1;,bTable][atrb=valign,bottom] it feels like the dawn of the dead the bombs going off in my head | | [cs=2] Jace watched as Elie staggered forward on his stiff legs, as if they were made of a frail form of Jell-O. His expression didn't change though -- he found that after his emotions from seeing Elie once more, and napping, that he was starting to slip back into his regular mood. He was relaxed and gave off a calm and overpowering demeanor, not to mention cocky. His eyelids were half lidded, his brow furrowed against the metal balls adorning the bridge of his nose. He watched the brunette turn and express a catty expression, suggesting something a little more mature for their bath. Jace wagged his head in response, the corner of his mouth falling open as he took a stiff breath. So, Elie was up for another round, it seemed. It was honestly surprising to Jace, but there was something up -- this wasn't like the regular Elie that clung to his side but swatted his aroused advances down. The ginger grew suspicious, but a slight stirring in his body reminded him that he could never settle for once or twice, he had to have more. Pushing his hands against the floor, Jace hiked his upper torso forward and up, then slipped his slender legs beneath him. Trying to get up without stumbling was a difficult task for the late-afternoon sleeper, especially after the sex they had engaged in hours earlier. He managed, but it took him a moment to catch his balance and stumble in the direction that Elie had prowled just moments before.
The room was warm, but the tiling of the floor, a clean white, was cold to the man's bare feet. He looked down as he entered the small room, wriggling his toes against the hard surface. He stopped abruptly, running into Elie's back. The brunette had stopped to stoop over the bathtub, turning the water on and testing the temperature. In between tests, Elie's fingers found the wounds decorating his waist from Jace's nails. The ginger was indifferent to the sex marks he had inflicted on his partner -- Elie had been with him enough times to know that he often got rough. He liked rough. He wasn't a pervert, but he did like rough. The scratching shouldn't have been a surprise to Elie, although possibly a reminder. They hadn't been together in such a long time, it may have been necessary for Jace to remind his old lover of his habits in the bedroom (or even, on the entry floor). "Warm," Jace stated, pulling up close beside Elie. He liked warm baths, and although it would hurt Elie's wounds at first, it would eventually soothe the ache. Jace peered down at the slightly bloodied scratches, feeling a slight pull in his lower body. He leaned forward slowly, and pressed his lips to the highest injury. Painstakingly slow, Jace parted his lips and ran his cool tongue over the length of the wound, soaking it in his wet saliva. He lapped quickly at the other ones on the same side, but finished and straightened his back as soon as he heard Elie speak. The ginger tilted his head, his eyes not blinking as he watched Elie's single digit descend against his lips. "Would you like me to serve that purpose? Or would you like me to serve another purpose?" Jace held his ground, staring back with an equal about of lustful interest as Elie. His eyes twinkled though, challenging Elie to a more difficult task. |
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