A.N. Keep watching this space, I'm going to be adding to it.
Cookies
No one other than Yumiko herself was allowed to use her kitchen for more than average meal preperation. Dion had used it only a handful of times in the entire time they had lived in the quiant little cottage. When she had left him the house for a few days, she'd left specific instructions not to attempt anything drastic in her kitchen. The end result was that he had nothing in to actually cook.
Yumiko loved her kitchen. It was her space. Her kitchen classroom had to be set out for the ease of use by students, and even the communal kitchen had to be set up so others could use it. No, the kitchen in her home was her kingdom and she could rule over it however she liked. Only those she deemed worthy were allowed to even enter between the counters and attempt to cook something.
While no one was allowed to use it alone, Yumi didn't mind being there supervising. She couldn't just sit back and watch, however, she had to get stuck in and help. She kept utensils in specific places, sometimes not in the logical of places either which could lead to a lot of confusion for those that didn't know exactly where she kept everything. She couldn't help but smile as she watched expressions turn from focused to lost and confused.
The bell dangling from the pompom on her Santa hat jingled against her shoulder as she watched that change occur on Alex's face. Poppy was out shopping with her father, and since she didn't want to be on her own, Yumi had invited Alex to come over. She even enticed him with freshly baked Christmas cookies. What she didn't tell him though, was that he was going to be helping her make the cookies.
Chuckling softly to herself, she pushed off from her spot of leaning against the counter to over where he'd reached up to search through the cupboard near the cooker. "You keep stirring the caramel," she told him as she brushed her hand over his shoulder. "I'll get the saucepan."
"How do you find anything in here?" he asked, looking back down at the simmering caramel.
"I keep things where I find them easiest for me to find," she replied back as she crouched down before a cupboard and searched through the pots and pans with a clatter. "I assume you do the same in your dental surgery?"
"The nurse finds everything for me," he replied with a sly grin. "I don't even need to tidy up."
"Such a gentleman, Alex," she purred into his ear as she came up behind him, placing down the pan on a free hob, her other arm curling around his waist. "You should consider yourself special."
He grinned even more. "I do."
She faked shock, gasping and smacking his shoulder playfully, moving away from him to add ingredients to the new pan. "I meant about the fact I'm letting you in my kitchen. Dion and I never really baked anything together."
"Never?" he sounded...sad? Yumi couldn't place the tone, but he didn't sound delighted by the fact he was getting special treatment compared to her ex-husband.
She smiled at him when he looked over at her. "We'd cook together sometimes, but whenever Christmas came around he preferred to steer clear of the kitchen. I have no complaints, he looked after Poppy instead. It was hard to cook anything and carry a baby around, and as she grew older he just continued to keep her company." She chuckled to herself. "Sometimes it was like the food magically appeared for them whenever I disappeared for a few hours."
"So why am I helping you?"
Bumping her hip against him, Yumi nudged him aside to take over stirring and adding things to the pots simmering away on the cooker. Since he was shifted out of the way, Alex moved to stand behind her, arms encircling her hips. "You're helping me because I wanted a change this year."
"Can we make the cookies tooth shaped?"
"No, Alex, teeth are not Christmasy." She turned down the heat on some and off on the others, then turned around in his arms and smiled brightly up at him. "But I suppose we can have one that's shaped like a tooth; just for you."
Merry Christmas
Christmas T.V. programs had to be the most boring programs ever developed for public viewing. No matter how many times he flicked through the channels, Sebastian just couldn't find anything to watch. Finally settling on something that didn't seem like it was going to rot his brain with happiness and technicolour cheer, Sebastian stretched out languidly over the sofa as he set the remote control down and prepared to sit and allow his brain to turn to mush for the duration on the Christmas holidays.
As he sat there, he heard the jingle of a bell. Glancing up from the television set, dark eyes caught sight of Rockstar trotting happily towards him. The puppy was the source of the sound as it jangled every time he moved closer right up to the point where he jumped up onto Sebastian's lap. Running his hand affectionatly over the dog's head, Sebastian noticed that the bell was attached to a green and red glittery bow.
"Did Kelsea put a bow on you?" he asked the dog, ruffling his fur.
Rockstar didn't reply verbally, only looked at him in that stupidly happy way every dog looks at its owner.
"You shouldn't let him jump up on the sofa," spoke a voice from behind the sofa. Tilting his head back to look upon the owner of the voice, he smiled at the gruff looking blond pulling the scarf away from his neck. "I don't want his fur all over my clothes."
"He's my dog; this is my home. If you don't want fur coated clothes, don't visit me."
"Hmph," was all that Florian replied with. With the obvious skill of someone exceptionally gracefull, Florian vaulted over the back of the sofa and sat himself down, shouldering Sebastian in an attempt to get him to move over and make space for him.
At the sudden appearance of the young blond man on his master's sofa, Rockstar leapt down and moved to lay on the floor next to where Sebastian put his feet only moments after the dog had left his lap. The weight of the dog was replaced with the weight of Florian's long slim legs, hooking them over Sebastian's lap.
"I hope you didn't break my lock when you broke in," Sebastian said, stroking his hand down Florian's leg.
"I don't need to break in anymore; I have a key." Ignoring the television, Florian buried his nose in a book.
"Funny, I don't remember giving you a key."
"I never implied that you did." Florian looked up over the top of his book. He wasn't smiling, but Sebastian could see the childish smirk that was hiding beneath somewhere.
His relaxing in front of the T.V. had been interrupted, and it was highly unlikely he was going to be able to sprawl out on the cushions with Florian stretched out over him. "Florian?"
"Hmmm?"
"Joyeux Noel."
That got a visible smile out him.
My, My, My
Ewan rubbed his eyes in his sleep and rolled over, shifting closer to the body of warmth that was laying next to him. He was too deep in sleep to hear the voices talking in hushed whispers near the bed.
"We can't possibly wake them now, Jamie," said one voice.
"But its Christmas. When have we ever let the twins sleep in past nine on Christmas morning?" responded another.
"But look at how cute they look!" exclaimed the first. "My baby looks so happy snuggled up with him; I can't bring myself to break them apart just because you want your Christmas tradition."
"If we don't, Wednesday in all her pregnant glory is going to come in here and wake them up - or Jojo. Do you really want to set that sex offender on Sam?"
"Have you woken them up yet?" asked a third voice.
"Kate doesn't want to wake her baby boy," said the first voice.
"Raleigh's been awake since five this morning. If you don't hurry he's going to pass out on the couch and drool all over your cushions," replied the third.
"Uncle Raleigh will pay for the cleaning bill if he ever thinks he's going to drool on my couch!"
"Sshhh...Sam just moved."
"He's not dead, Jamie."
"I'm not asleep either," said the one curled up with Ewan. "Is this how you wake Ewan every Christmas?"
"He normally doesn't have someone in bed with him, so we're usually a bit more...expressive when waking him up."
Ewan mumbled, nuzzling his face into the warmth of the torso next to him. "They're watching us, aren't they?" he mumbled sleepily.
That was all the announcement the trio needed. Suddenly the curtains were thrown back to allo the sun to stream in, and shouting and hooting began.
"Morning sunshine!" exclaimed his mother. "Santa's been and left you lots of presents!"
Rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm, Ewan sat up and glared at his parents. Elliot hung in the doorway, watching the scene unfold. "I think I would have preferred you coming in and jumping on me to wake me," he said. "Other than you all watching me sleep."
"But you two looked to cute together!" Kate announced. "I won't run off with your blankets this year; I don't think your father would like to find out if Sam sleeps naked or not."
"Just because you want a look.." Jamie grumbled, tugging his wife towards the door. "Let them get up then. We're not opening presents in Ewan's room."
Ewan sat wrapped up in the warm blankets, watching his crazy parents and their friend leave. Once the door had shut behind them, he looked over at Sam and gave a sheepish smile. "Merry Christmas, Sam."
It was about ten minutes later, but Sam and Ewan left Ewan's bedroom and entered the living room. The Christmas tree took up most of the space; beautifully decorated in reds and golds. Ewan had expected a few more visitors than just Elliot, Raleigh and their adopted kids. Brook was about fifteen by now, and Andra about eleven. It felt like years since he'd seen them. Wednesday looked tired as she stretched out over the other couch, her feet in Jojo's lap. Out of all the people in Ewan's extended family, Jojo was the only one never to have kids. It was just him and his boyfriend Aubrey. Speaking of the other man, he wasn't with Jojo.
"Where's Abbie?"
Jojo looked up from massaging Weds' feet. "He's spending it with his sister," he said. "I wanted to come see my Godson and his new toy." He grinned up at Sam who had come up behind Ewan. "Hello, nurse!"
Sam merely smiled at him and sat down next to Raleigh. Raleigh was safe territory. He'd lived near Sam's childhood home and Sam had practically grown up with him around. His mother had used him and Elliot as babysitters when he'd been little.
"Jojo, don't rape the poor lad," Kate said as she knelt down in front of the tree with all its presents built up around the base. "He's Ewan's boyfriend, and therefore out of bounds for you." She rummaged around in the presents, inspecting the labels before passing them out one by one. "Plus, I don't think Aubrey would approve of you molesting someone half your age."
Saturday, 19 December 2009
Monday, 7 December 2009
Wedding Day
A.N. I forget the age difference between Sam and Ewan. I think its only three years. It can easilly be changed if I'm wrong x)
Although TIME BENDS TO MY WILL!
P.S. I failed at writing something sexy for your birthday, Cali, so instead you get cute.
There was a playground near his great-uncle's apartment where all the local children came and played. His great-uncle Raleigh had brought him to this place for years. Ewan and his twin sister had made quite a few friends in the playground and were often asked for whenever Raleigh or Elliot were spotted without them. Some days Zak brought Asher along, and Lake would join them with Tatyana and Luka. Some of the kids made fun of Luka for his accent and the fact he was always so nervous. Wednesday and Ewan always stuck up for him. Some of the bigger kids were scared of Wednesday. She'd headbutted one bully when she was five.
Seven year old Ewan sat on the swing set, using the swinging motion of his legs to swing higher and higher. So lost in concentration he barely heard his sister yelling up at him.
"Ewwie!"
Dragging his heels in the sand, Ewan slowed down and loked at his twin curiously. She had her hands on her hips and an excited look on her face. "Sammy is here!"
Sammy - or Samson Porter - was one of the older kids that lived nearby. The Sage twins had met him while they were still toddlers. Samsom had been at the playground with his mother and knowing the woman, Raleigh and Elliot sat with her while she watched her son playing. Wednesday was desperate to rush off and play too; while Ewan remained resigned about everything going on around him. Raleigh fretted over letting them loose in what could potentially be a dangerous place for little children, but Elliot had persuaded him to let them play. Ravenna had asked her son to keep an eye on them.
Wednesday seemed set on doing everything herself whenever the older boy offered to help her. Ewan just hung around on the ground, shaking his head mutely whenever Samson asked if he wanted to go and play on anything. Over the years though, Ewan had become more and more accustomed to the playground. His favourite thing to play on was the swings. Samson was the only person in the entire world that could push him the highest. This therefore made Samson his hero.
Samson was ten now, but he still came to play.
"Weally?" he asked, still sitting on the softly swaying swing. "Sth...Sss...S-aammy?"
Wednesday nodded her head furiously. "We're all playing, you should come and play too!" she grabbed her twin's hand and dragged him over to where the group of children had gathered.
Tatyana stood at the forefront of the group. "So we're going to play something AWESOME!" she announced, flipping one of her pigtails over her shoulder. "Its called WEDDINGS!"
"That's booooooorrriiinnng, 'Yana," announced one of the children.
"No its not!" she called out. "My Daddy says its a magical thing! It bonds two friends together forever."
"But none of us want to get married," called out another of the children.
Tatyana pulled her lips into her mouth in thought, sucking on them while she tried to think of a pair to be the main feature for their game of marriage. "Sammy! I'm sure someone will marry Sammy!" she called out, pointing out the ten year old who stood just off one side, listening in but not actively engaging. He looked shocked when he was announced, looking around the group to see what their reaction was.
"Ewwie will marry Sammy!" Wednesday called out. "He's always liked him."
"He's jus a fwend, Wedday," mumbled Ewan, looking sheepishly down at his sneakers. "And we're both boys."
Tatyana clapped her hands together in delight. "Boys can get married too," she said. "My Daddy and Dimitry are boys, but they'll get married one day, I know they will. My Mommy even says so too." she glanced over at Luka who was hovering out of the way. "Right, Luka?"
The boy nodded silently.
Tatyana called out a word none of the other children - bar Luka - understood. She did that from time to time. Dimitri was teaching her Russian and she liked to use it whenever she could. It also made her feel like it was a special language between her, Dimitri and Luka. No one else knew what they were saying; it was their secret. "So Sammy and Ewwie are going to get married!"
Ewan really didn't know what to say or what to do and so went along with the other children. When Tatyana made them stand next to one another, Samson leaned over and whispered to him "I don't mind that its you; you're nice and you're my best friend here."
Ewan swallowed the lump in his throat at those words. Samson was always so nice to him.
"Asher can sing the wedding music," Tatyana annouced. "He said his Daddy taught him the words."
Grinning proudly, the dark haired youth that was probably the oldest in the group stood before Tatyana, his hands clasped together in front of him and his head bowed. He stood like that for a few moments before throwing his head back and singing. "Here comes the bride, she's really wide! Ain't she a beauty, lets all admire her booty!"
"They're boys, Asher!" Wednesday shouted out from her spot beside her brother.
"Well I'm sorrry, Miss-it has-to-be-right, but that's the way the song is, and my Dad is never wrong - unless Mom says he is and then he's a dork."
"You're a dork."
"You were a dork first."
"NO FIGHTING!" yelled Tatyana, pushing Asher away and taking his place. "This is supposed to be a happy thing. Tell Uncle Zakky that he's a dork for not teaching you a boys version." She grinned proudly and clapped her hands together again. "Now Sammy and Ewwie - Ewwie and Sammy." She looked at Samson. "Do you take Ewwie to be your betrothed forever, never to make them cry or hurt them, cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Uhm...I do?"
"Do you mean it?
Samson frowned, but not wanting to invite the wrath of the younger girl, he nodded. "Yeah, I do."
The girl turned to Ewan, "Do you take Sammy to be your betrothed forever, never to make them cry or hurt them, cross your heart and hope to die?"
Ewan nodded, eyes wide and he fidgeted. His sister nudged him and he barked out "I do."
"I now announced you married! You have to kiss now!"
Several 'ewwww's rose through the crowd of gathered children. Ewan's eyes were focused on the ground and he saw Samson's sneakers move into his vision. "You have to look up, Ewwie," the older boy said. Doing as he was told, Ewan looked up and Samson kissed him quick and on the very corner of his mouth.
Tatyana clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "That was barely a peck."
"Kissing is not something I go around doing," Samson told her. "I played your game, don't get fussy."
The girl pouted at him, but didn't press on. Instead, she turned to the crowd of children still watching intently. "now lets marry someone else! Who wants to marry Asher?"
There was a shout of disapproval from said boy and he took off across the playground. With a yell, Tatyana raced after him. Soon a game of chase began and many of the children joined in. Ewan remained where he was, brows creased in thought.
"When I get married properly, I hope its not like this," Samson said.
"I don' know if I will get mawwied," responded Ewan, still feeling a little nervous and a little silly for being nervous. Samson was one of his close friends. The older boy had always been so nice to him.
"If you do, promise me you'll invite me."
Ewan stared at him with wide eyes. "You'll still be my fwend?"
Samson smiled brightly at him. "I'll always be your friend, Ewwie."
About thirteen (I think) years later
Ewan sat on the bench, looking out over the playground while the children raced around playing, screaming and generally just be children. One day he'd come here with the baby that was growing inside Jung. He'd be the proud parent helping the giggling little child climb across the monkey bars. With a child that was his racing around he wouldn't look so out of place as he did now. The playground wasn't too far from the repair shop, within walking distance.
Ewan opened and closed the fingers of his right hand, staring at the blast of purple fire that flashed everytime he quickly uncurled his fingers. Someone nearby had quite the interesting power. It wasn't a flame that burned with heat. Infact it felt cold whenever he managed to hold the flame steady and constant. It gave off a cool chill rather than a blast of warmth like normal fire. He wondered who the power belonged to. There were actually quite a few gifted people at the playground, but this power was the most interesting to look at.
Looking up from his hand, he caught a little boy of about seven or so looking straight at him. The lad grinned and held out both his hands, the purple flame bursting to life just above his palms. His mother obviously noticed him showing off, because a woman yelled out over the sounds of the shouts of children. Looking scorned, the boy stopped his power and raced over to his mother.
Suddenly a new set of sounds joined the jumble of voices. Plants. Something in his brain clicked, snapping up knowledge of a power he'd been developing within himself. Most powers came and went, leaving barely a mark within him. One power, however, he now had quite an intimate knowledge of. he even had quite the intimate knowledge of the person who the power belonged to.
"Didn't think I'd find you here," Sam said as he came up behind the bench Ewan was sprawled on. "You don't seem the type to lurk in playgrounds."
"I used to love the swings," he responded, tilting his head back to look up at the older male. "I was remembering the ones near my great-uncle Raleigh's old apartment."
Sam chuckled and moved around to join Ewan on the bench. Ewan moved his legs to let him sit down, only to place them on his lap once he'd settled. "You used to yell at me to push you higher. Some days my arms would ache so much."
"Which is why they're so muscular now," Ewan replied with a smirk. "You were the only one who could push me so high though. Weds' was always freakishly strong. I was scared she'd push me into space."
"Do you still keep in touch with some of the others? Raleigh and Elliot were close friends with their parents, but not so much your parents."
"Well, you know where Luka is - as for the others, no not really. I should though. I hear Asher is in a band and Tatyana is practically famous. The others I've sort of lost contact with."
"That's quite sad," Sam said, stroking his hand down Ewan's leg. "We used to have so much fun playing together."
Ewan looked over at Sam's face. "Do you remember one game Tatyana made us play?"
"She made us play a lot of games, Ewan"
"One in particular. I thought it was silly at the time - I mean I didn't even have a crush on you or anything. You were awesome and everything, but I never really thought about people in that way when I was a kid."
Sam laughed as he remembered the day. "We got married."
Ewan fidgeted on the bench, nibbling on his lower lip somewhat nervously. "You know, we never had a divorce. Does that mean we're still married?"
Sam chuckled. "I don't think it counted back then, but if you put it like that, then yeah; we're still married."
Ewan grinned, sat up and leaned over to place a kiss on Sam's cheek. "I'll have to thank Tatyana for marrying us then."
Although TIME BENDS TO MY WILL!
P.S. I failed at writing something sexy for your birthday, Cali, so instead you get cute.
There was a playground near his great-uncle's apartment where all the local children came and played. His great-uncle Raleigh had brought him to this place for years. Ewan and his twin sister had made quite a few friends in the playground and were often asked for whenever Raleigh or Elliot were spotted without them. Some days Zak brought Asher along, and Lake would join them with Tatyana and Luka. Some of the kids made fun of Luka for his accent and the fact he was always so nervous. Wednesday and Ewan always stuck up for him. Some of the bigger kids were scared of Wednesday. She'd headbutted one bully when she was five.
Seven year old Ewan sat on the swing set, using the swinging motion of his legs to swing higher and higher. So lost in concentration he barely heard his sister yelling up at him.
"Ewwie!"
Dragging his heels in the sand, Ewan slowed down and loked at his twin curiously. She had her hands on her hips and an excited look on her face. "Sammy is here!"
Sammy - or Samson Porter - was one of the older kids that lived nearby. The Sage twins had met him while they were still toddlers. Samsom had been at the playground with his mother and knowing the woman, Raleigh and Elliot sat with her while she watched her son playing. Wednesday was desperate to rush off and play too; while Ewan remained resigned about everything going on around him. Raleigh fretted over letting them loose in what could potentially be a dangerous place for little children, but Elliot had persuaded him to let them play. Ravenna had asked her son to keep an eye on them.
Wednesday seemed set on doing everything herself whenever the older boy offered to help her. Ewan just hung around on the ground, shaking his head mutely whenever Samson asked if he wanted to go and play on anything. Over the years though, Ewan had become more and more accustomed to the playground. His favourite thing to play on was the swings. Samson was the only person in the entire world that could push him the highest. This therefore made Samson his hero.
Samson was ten now, but he still came to play.
"Weally?" he asked, still sitting on the softly swaying swing. "Sth...Sss...S-aammy?"
Wednesday nodded her head furiously. "We're all playing, you should come and play too!" she grabbed her twin's hand and dragged him over to where the group of children had gathered.
Tatyana stood at the forefront of the group. "So we're going to play something AWESOME!" she announced, flipping one of her pigtails over her shoulder. "Its called WEDDINGS!"
"That's booooooorrriiinnng, 'Yana," announced one of the children.
"No its not!" she called out. "My Daddy says its a magical thing! It bonds two friends together forever."
"But none of us want to get married," called out another of the children.
Tatyana pulled her lips into her mouth in thought, sucking on them while she tried to think of a pair to be the main feature for their game of marriage. "Sammy! I'm sure someone will marry Sammy!" she called out, pointing out the ten year old who stood just off one side, listening in but not actively engaging. He looked shocked when he was announced, looking around the group to see what their reaction was.
"Ewwie will marry Sammy!" Wednesday called out. "He's always liked him."
"He's jus a fwend, Wedday," mumbled Ewan, looking sheepishly down at his sneakers. "And we're both boys."
Tatyana clapped her hands together in delight. "Boys can get married too," she said. "My Daddy and Dimitry are boys, but they'll get married one day, I know they will. My Mommy even says so too." she glanced over at Luka who was hovering out of the way. "Right, Luka?"
The boy nodded silently.
Tatyana called out a word none of the other children - bar Luka - understood. She did that from time to time. Dimitri was teaching her Russian and she liked to use it whenever she could. It also made her feel like it was a special language between her, Dimitri and Luka. No one else knew what they were saying; it was their secret. "So Sammy and Ewwie are going to get married!"
Ewan really didn't know what to say or what to do and so went along with the other children. When Tatyana made them stand next to one another, Samson leaned over and whispered to him "I don't mind that its you; you're nice and you're my best friend here."
Ewan swallowed the lump in his throat at those words. Samson was always so nice to him.
"Asher can sing the wedding music," Tatyana annouced. "He said his Daddy taught him the words."
Grinning proudly, the dark haired youth that was probably the oldest in the group stood before Tatyana, his hands clasped together in front of him and his head bowed. He stood like that for a few moments before throwing his head back and singing. "Here comes the bride, she's really wide! Ain't she a beauty, lets all admire her booty!"
"They're boys, Asher!" Wednesday shouted out from her spot beside her brother.
"Well I'm sorrry, Miss-it has-to-be-right, but that's the way the song is, and my Dad is never wrong - unless Mom says he is and then he's a dork."
"You're a dork."
"You were a dork first."
"NO FIGHTING!" yelled Tatyana, pushing Asher away and taking his place. "This is supposed to be a happy thing. Tell Uncle Zakky that he's a dork for not teaching you a boys version." She grinned proudly and clapped her hands together again. "Now Sammy and Ewwie - Ewwie and Sammy." She looked at Samson. "Do you take Ewwie to be your betrothed forever, never to make them cry or hurt them, cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Uhm...I do?"
"Do you mean it?
Samson frowned, but not wanting to invite the wrath of the younger girl, he nodded. "Yeah, I do."
The girl turned to Ewan, "Do you take Sammy to be your betrothed forever, never to make them cry or hurt them, cross your heart and hope to die?"
Ewan nodded, eyes wide and he fidgeted. His sister nudged him and he barked out "I do."
"I now announced you married! You have to kiss now!"
Several 'ewwww's rose through the crowd of gathered children. Ewan's eyes were focused on the ground and he saw Samson's sneakers move into his vision. "You have to look up, Ewwie," the older boy said. Doing as he was told, Ewan looked up and Samson kissed him quick and on the very corner of his mouth.
Tatyana clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "That was barely a peck."
"Kissing is not something I go around doing," Samson told her. "I played your game, don't get fussy."
The girl pouted at him, but didn't press on. Instead, she turned to the crowd of children still watching intently. "now lets marry someone else! Who wants to marry Asher?"
There was a shout of disapproval from said boy and he took off across the playground. With a yell, Tatyana raced after him. Soon a game of chase began and many of the children joined in. Ewan remained where he was, brows creased in thought.
"When I get married properly, I hope its not like this," Samson said.
"I don' know if I will get mawwied," responded Ewan, still feeling a little nervous and a little silly for being nervous. Samson was one of his close friends. The older boy had always been so nice to him.
"If you do, promise me you'll invite me."
Ewan stared at him with wide eyes. "You'll still be my fwend?"
Samson smiled brightly at him. "I'll always be your friend, Ewwie."
About thirteen (I think) years later
Ewan sat on the bench, looking out over the playground while the children raced around playing, screaming and generally just be children. One day he'd come here with the baby that was growing inside Jung. He'd be the proud parent helping the giggling little child climb across the monkey bars. With a child that was his racing around he wouldn't look so out of place as he did now. The playground wasn't too far from the repair shop, within walking distance.
Ewan opened and closed the fingers of his right hand, staring at the blast of purple fire that flashed everytime he quickly uncurled his fingers. Someone nearby had quite the interesting power. It wasn't a flame that burned with heat. Infact it felt cold whenever he managed to hold the flame steady and constant. It gave off a cool chill rather than a blast of warmth like normal fire. He wondered who the power belonged to. There were actually quite a few gifted people at the playground, but this power was the most interesting to look at.
Looking up from his hand, he caught a little boy of about seven or so looking straight at him. The lad grinned and held out both his hands, the purple flame bursting to life just above his palms. His mother obviously noticed him showing off, because a woman yelled out over the sounds of the shouts of children. Looking scorned, the boy stopped his power and raced over to his mother.
Suddenly a new set of sounds joined the jumble of voices. Plants. Something in his brain clicked, snapping up knowledge of a power he'd been developing within himself. Most powers came and went, leaving barely a mark within him. One power, however, he now had quite an intimate knowledge of. he even had quite the intimate knowledge of the person who the power belonged to.
"Didn't think I'd find you here," Sam said as he came up behind the bench Ewan was sprawled on. "You don't seem the type to lurk in playgrounds."
"I used to love the swings," he responded, tilting his head back to look up at the older male. "I was remembering the ones near my great-uncle Raleigh's old apartment."
Sam chuckled and moved around to join Ewan on the bench. Ewan moved his legs to let him sit down, only to place them on his lap once he'd settled. "You used to yell at me to push you higher. Some days my arms would ache so much."
"Which is why they're so muscular now," Ewan replied with a smirk. "You were the only one who could push me so high though. Weds' was always freakishly strong. I was scared she'd push me into space."
"Do you still keep in touch with some of the others? Raleigh and Elliot were close friends with their parents, but not so much your parents."
"Well, you know where Luka is - as for the others, no not really. I should though. I hear Asher is in a band and Tatyana is practically famous. The others I've sort of lost contact with."
"That's quite sad," Sam said, stroking his hand down Ewan's leg. "We used to have so much fun playing together."
Ewan looked over at Sam's face. "Do you remember one game Tatyana made us play?"
"She made us play a lot of games, Ewan"
"One in particular. I thought it was silly at the time - I mean I didn't even have a crush on you or anything. You were awesome and everything, but I never really thought about people in that way when I was a kid."
Sam laughed as he remembered the day. "We got married."
Ewan fidgeted on the bench, nibbling on his lower lip somewhat nervously. "You know, we never had a divorce. Does that mean we're still married?"
Sam chuckled. "I don't think it counted back then, but if you put it like that, then yeah; we're still married."
Ewan grinned, sat up and leaned over to place a kiss on Sam's cheek. "I'll have to thank Tatyana for marrying us then."
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Wake Up Older
Rain thundered relentlessly against the windows. Outside the storm was raging, and the only source of light in the apartment came from outside. Streetlights and the constant glow of the civilized world now and again lost under the bright flash of lightning. Shadows danced over the walls. The sounds of the streets below echoed all the way up to the third floor, muffled by height and foundations.
They'd buried him yesterday. It was a pathetic service. A skeleton funeral for a man who'd lost the ability to care for people like a normal human being. No parents came to weep over their lost son, torn from their lives way before his time. Some of the people there had only turned up out of sympathy for the one person who actually cared that this run down, forgotten wreck of a man had died.
He still wore the suit. He hadn't even bothered to change. The white shirt was wrinkled beyond measure. The black tie had been pulled off and wrapped around his right hand like a bandage. Hair was a mess, there were bangs under his eyes. He'd barely slept, giving in to the darkness when the alcohol sang in his veins like a mother's lullaby and sleeping on the couch.
He was now seated on the cool wooden floor, head resting back against the bare brick wall of his studio apartment, eyes staring out unseeing through the window that encompassed most of the far wall. The world outside was dark, murky and visibly moving as the rain water drifted down the glass. Fingers stroked the smooth surface of the glass in his hand, swirling the dark liquid within. With a heavy sigh, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a hard swallow of the alcohol, feeling it burn as it flowed down his throat.
Few people had liked Evan by the end. In the begining he'd been a bright and youthful young man. Filled with energy and light, Evan could start a party in a morgue and people would throughly enjoy themselves. He could still remember the way the lad had introduced himself to him. A coffee shop and a hand-held game console. Someone had sat themselves down in the seat opposite him in the little booth. He'd looked over the top of his DS at a pair of vibrant green eyes that belonged to a lad with a wicked grin. "What ya' playin'?" he'd asked. It was hard not to instantly like the stranger, despite the invasion of privacy.
He'd liked that particular coffee shop, even though it was further from the campus than its cheaper rival. It had been the place chosen for their first date. They were poor college students - where else were they going to go?
But then had come Calvin.
The bastard hadn't even shown at the funeral. He was the whole reason Evan was dead, and hadn't even bothered to confront his guilt; his shame by showing up. If he ever saw that gutless bastard again he'd punch him square in the jaw. Calvin had broken that happy-go-lucky boy and turned him into a ghost of a man. How could he have been so blind as not to see what was happening to Evan while he was still blissfully unaware of the affair? The boy was cracking right before his eyes, but so swamped with work, publishers and other things that he hadn't seen the cracks that were forming in Evan. Looking back on it now, he could see each and every problem as if it had been staring in his face and he'd just ignored it.
The mood swings, the shivering, the sleepless nights, the fights, the nights spent apart - the list went on and on, stretching out like a never ending road before his eyes.
He shouldn't have let him go without a fight. He should have stood his ground and done something to revive the old Evan. When he came back the second time, wanting a second chance he should have fixed things then. Even if their relationship was rocky, he should never have let the friendship fall into troubled waters. When Elliot punched him, he shouldn't have let evan think he didn't want to know him anymore. Just because they were never going to date again didn't mean that he was going to cut Evan out of his life. He should have worked to restore him. Coerced Elliot into helping repair the broken man. Lake had known him before Calvin too; he would have helped. They could have shown Evan that there was more to life than destroying himself.
But no, instead he had ignored Evan in favour of working on the blossoming relationship with Elliot.
He'd left Evan alone - and that was how he had died; alone, on the bathroom floor in some hotel room. It wasn't enough that Evan was killing himself; Fate had seen to it that someone else would finish him off. Sure, the guy was locked up, but no one really cared about the murder of a friendless junkie. The police just assumed that no one would really care.
Yet there he was; probably the only person in the world that actually cared.
Finishing the last of the whiskey in his glass, he dropped his head back against the wall. Forearms resting on his knees, spinning the glass between his fingers. Lost in thoughts, grief and despair, he didn't hear the lock click open and the door to the apartment open. When his alcohol addled brain finally worked out that there was someone else in his apartment the light from the hallway outside his front door swept briefly over the interior of his home before the door closed and everything sank into the darkness once more.
"Raleigh...?" called out a voice. Elliot broke his vision of rain streaked and warped world as he moved into his line of vision. He turned to look at the figure slumped on the floor. "Oh Raleigh..."
As Elliot made to move closer, he heard his own cracked voice in his ears speaking to the younger male. "I let him die, Eli," he said. "Calvin was killing him and I ignored it because of my own stupid pride. I didn't want my heart broken, so I sent him away." Dropping the glass tumbler to the floor, it rolled away. Arms came up and encircled his own head, burying himself within his limbs. "It might as well have been me that stuck that knife in his chest and stood over him while he bled to death..."
Elliot was upon him now, arms wrapping tight around him. Elliot was meant to be the one that needed holding; the fragile heart that needed protecting. "Its not your fault, Raleigh."
"He was jealous of you, Eli. I could save you, but I couldn't save him. I was too busy with you to realise that he needed healing. I was too stupid to see he needed me back then." Slowly, he lifted his head to stare out through tear filled eyes at the worried blond. "Instead of sending him away when he tried to break us apart I should have tried to help him move on. Evan was a good boy before he met Calvin. If I had never introduced them he wouldn't be dead now. No one cared that he was dead!" He shuddered and fell against the warm body holding him. So much younger than himself yet with an armour built only from tradegy. "Calvin certainly didn't care."
Elliot moved to kneel between his legs, hands reaching up to hold his cheeks, bringing his face to look directly at his face. Thumbs smoothed over his cheeks, wiping away tears. He wasn't crying just...weeping. Silent tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't cry like the rain that was falling outside. Water dripped from the ends of Elliot's hair. A few droplets splashed against his cheeks, mirroring the tears that were upon his own face. "Don't ever think its your fault that someone close to you died. There was nothing you or anyone else could have done in the end. You couldn't have known what was going to happen."
Lowering his arms, he wrapped them around Elliot, pulling him close to his chest. He was wet from the rain outside, but nothing felt warmer in the whole wide world. Of all the people in his life, Elliot was the only one that could understand. Elliot was the only one that could help fix him.
They'd buried him yesterday. It was a pathetic service. A skeleton funeral for a man who'd lost the ability to care for people like a normal human being. No parents came to weep over their lost son, torn from their lives way before his time. Some of the people there had only turned up out of sympathy for the one person who actually cared that this run down, forgotten wreck of a man had died.
He still wore the suit. He hadn't even bothered to change. The white shirt was wrinkled beyond measure. The black tie had been pulled off and wrapped around his right hand like a bandage. Hair was a mess, there were bangs under his eyes. He'd barely slept, giving in to the darkness when the alcohol sang in his veins like a mother's lullaby and sleeping on the couch.
He was now seated on the cool wooden floor, head resting back against the bare brick wall of his studio apartment, eyes staring out unseeing through the window that encompassed most of the far wall. The world outside was dark, murky and visibly moving as the rain water drifted down the glass. Fingers stroked the smooth surface of the glass in his hand, swirling the dark liquid within. With a heavy sigh, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a hard swallow of the alcohol, feeling it burn as it flowed down his throat.
Few people had liked Evan by the end. In the begining he'd been a bright and youthful young man. Filled with energy and light, Evan could start a party in a morgue and people would throughly enjoy themselves. He could still remember the way the lad had introduced himself to him. A coffee shop and a hand-held game console. Someone had sat themselves down in the seat opposite him in the little booth. He'd looked over the top of his DS at a pair of vibrant green eyes that belonged to a lad with a wicked grin. "What ya' playin'?" he'd asked. It was hard not to instantly like the stranger, despite the invasion of privacy.
He'd liked that particular coffee shop, even though it was further from the campus than its cheaper rival. It had been the place chosen for their first date. They were poor college students - where else were they going to go?
But then had come Calvin.
The bastard hadn't even shown at the funeral. He was the whole reason Evan was dead, and hadn't even bothered to confront his guilt; his shame by showing up. If he ever saw that gutless bastard again he'd punch him square in the jaw. Calvin had broken that happy-go-lucky boy and turned him into a ghost of a man. How could he have been so blind as not to see what was happening to Evan while he was still blissfully unaware of the affair? The boy was cracking right before his eyes, but so swamped with work, publishers and other things that he hadn't seen the cracks that were forming in Evan. Looking back on it now, he could see each and every problem as if it had been staring in his face and he'd just ignored it.
The mood swings, the shivering, the sleepless nights, the fights, the nights spent apart - the list went on and on, stretching out like a never ending road before his eyes.
He shouldn't have let him go without a fight. He should have stood his ground and done something to revive the old Evan. When he came back the second time, wanting a second chance he should have fixed things then. Even if their relationship was rocky, he should never have let the friendship fall into troubled waters. When Elliot punched him, he shouldn't have let evan think he didn't want to know him anymore. Just because they were never going to date again didn't mean that he was going to cut Evan out of his life. He should have worked to restore him. Coerced Elliot into helping repair the broken man. Lake had known him before Calvin too; he would have helped. They could have shown Evan that there was more to life than destroying himself.
But no, instead he had ignored Evan in favour of working on the blossoming relationship with Elliot.
He'd left Evan alone - and that was how he had died; alone, on the bathroom floor in some hotel room. It wasn't enough that Evan was killing himself; Fate had seen to it that someone else would finish him off. Sure, the guy was locked up, but no one really cared about the murder of a friendless junkie. The police just assumed that no one would really care.
Yet there he was; probably the only person in the world that actually cared.
Finishing the last of the whiskey in his glass, he dropped his head back against the wall. Forearms resting on his knees, spinning the glass between his fingers. Lost in thoughts, grief and despair, he didn't hear the lock click open and the door to the apartment open. When his alcohol addled brain finally worked out that there was someone else in his apartment the light from the hallway outside his front door swept briefly over the interior of his home before the door closed and everything sank into the darkness once more.
"Raleigh...?" called out a voice. Elliot broke his vision of rain streaked and warped world as he moved into his line of vision. He turned to look at the figure slumped on the floor. "Oh Raleigh..."
As Elliot made to move closer, he heard his own cracked voice in his ears speaking to the younger male. "I let him die, Eli," he said. "Calvin was killing him and I ignored it because of my own stupid pride. I didn't want my heart broken, so I sent him away." Dropping the glass tumbler to the floor, it rolled away. Arms came up and encircled his own head, burying himself within his limbs. "It might as well have been me that stuck that knife in his chest and stood over him while he bled to death..."
Elliot was upon him now, arms wrapping tight around him. Elliot was meant to be the one that needed holding; the fragile heart that needed protecting. "Its not your fault, Raleigh."
"He was jealous of you, Eli. I could save you, but I couldn't save him. I was too busy with you to realise that he needed healing. I was too stupid to see he needed me back then." Slowly, he lifted his head to stare out through tear filled eyes at the worried blond. "Instead of sending him away when he tried to break us apart I should have tried to help him move on. Evan was a good boy before he met Calvin. If I had never introduced them he wouldn't be dead now. No one cared that he was dead!" He shuddered and fell against the warm body holding him. So much younger than himself yet with an armour built only from tradegy. "Calvin certainly didn't care."
Elliot moved to kneel between his legs, hands reaching up to hold his cheeks, bringing his face to look directly at his face. Thumbs smoothed over his cheeks, wiping away tears. He wasn't crying just...weeping. Silent tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't cry like the rain that was falling outside. Water dripped from the ends of Elliot's hair. A few droplets splashed against his cheeks, mirroring the tears that were upon his own face. "Don't ever think its your fault that someone close to you died. There was nothing you or anyone else could have done in the end. You couldn't have known what was going to happen."
Lowering his arms, he wrapped them around Elliot, pulling him close to his chest. He was wet from the rain outside, but nothing felt warmer in the whole wide world. Of all the people in his life, Elliot was the only one that could understand. Elliot was the only one that could help fix him.
Whispers in the dark
Inspired by Jules' Wet Dream Challenge
MATURE
Wet dreams happened to everyone to the point where it was an accepted occurance but rarely ever actually spoken about in public. They were personal and private, only to be shared with someone close to you. Even roommates did not talk about the dreams they had which resulted in strange sounds during the night.
After classes had finished, Lake and Dimitri went back to Dimitri's room and spent the entire day on his bed. First they watched movies followed by a little light making out. Eventually, it began getting late and Lake thought it best he return to his own room. Before he could even slide off the bed, Dimitri's hand shot out and strong fingers curled around his wrist. Lifting eyes to look at the face of the older male, Lake shot him a confused expression.
"Why don't you stay here tonight?" the Russian asked.
"What about Zak? He'll want to go to bed and you know how he gets." Zak had no problems about either his friend's or his roommates sexual preference, but he always enjoyed making a fuss whenever the two of them were kissing around him. It wasn't limited to just them though. Zak did it with everyone. He could be such the five year old sometimes. "He'll complain about us making a noise or something, even though we aren't, and make kissing noises - AND he'd make out with his pillow." Lake pursed his lips in thought. "I don't want to see him do that again, Dimmy."
Dimitri smiled at him and curled both big, strong arms around him and cuddled Lake to his chest. "Well, we'll just have to be asleep when he comes back, or make it seem like you're not even here."
Lake arched a brow delicately and seductively. "You mean, like, be really quiet?" With a sly grin spreading over his lips, he slid onto his boyfriend's lap while looping his arms around his neck. "Dimmy, that's such a naughty suggestion," he purred, lips brushing against lips. "Oh Dimitri Utkin, what have you done to my innocence?"
Grinning like a cat with cream, Dimitri placed his hands on Lake's hips and closed that tiny gap between their mouths. "I was actually just hoping you'd sleep curled up with me. I never mentioned sex."
"Yeah, but you were thinking it."
And just like how it was never mentioned, it never happened either. Instead, the pair engaged in some heavy petting before Lake's mouth opened wide with a great big yawn. Zak still hadn't returned to the dorm room and so the two just assumed he'd snuck into the girl's dorm and was spending the night with Bridget. Not bothering to check with the lad in question whether or not this was true, Lake and Dimitri curled up beneath the covers. Dimitri had his back to the door and Lake's back pressed against his chest. Being such a quiet sleeper, the two that slipped into the dark dorm room some time later thought that only Dimitri was there.
Lake, however, found himself unable to sleep for long. Rolling over, he tilted his head up to pepper light kisses against Dimitri's lips while the older male slept. Or pretended to sleep because those lips slowly curled into a smile when they felt their mates' pair brushing them.
Moving in the dark, Lake climbed atop Dimitri, legs straddling the larger body, hands brushing the bare chest beneath him. Hips ground down against the body beneath him, moans muffled within passionate kisses filled with tongues and teeth. Since it hadn't been planned that Lake was going to stay the night he hadn't brought any pyjamas with him and wore only boxers, making every touch and movement that much more intense through the thin fabric. There was also the fact that Dimitri slept naked. No wonder Lake found himself unable to sleep when a completely naked Dimitri was curled around him.
Grinding down, crotch against crotch, Lake moaned into Dimitri's open mouth. Those strong arms he melted into every day wrapped about him, one hand on his hip while the other clutched the hair at the back of his neck. "B-b-oxers..." Lake mumbled into the kiss, dragging his nails down Dimitri's chest as he brought his own hands to the offending garment keeping skin from touching skin. It was awkward beneath the warmth cavern of blankets, but somehow Lake managed to remove his underwear and dump them onto the pile of clothes by the side of Dimitri's bed. As he went back to kissing, he could feel Dimitri's hand wandering, stroking palm flat over his rear. Grinding down once more, Lake swallowed a rather loud gasp as he felt his own hardened length brushing against the thick, hard cock that belonged to Dimitri.
There was so much going on between them that Lake almost didn't notice the sounds of moans reaching his ears. They weren't the deep, animalistic sounds his Russian boyfriend made. They were different. A slight higher pitch. A voice familiar, but never had he heard it making sounds like that before. Pausing the kiss, Lake propped himself on his hands and listened.
"Lakeski...?"
"Ssshhh..." He pressed a finger to Dimitri's lips and tilted his head to the side like a puppy listening to a strange new noise - which in essence was what Lake was doing.
There was panting and moaning. Someone was obviously getting pleasured. Tensing beneath the blanket that was hiding them both from sight, Lake's fingers curled, nails digging into the mattress. Someone was watching them and getting off to the it too by the sounds of things. Just as he was gathering up the anger to throw off the blanket and confront the voyeur the stranger's voice changed, altered and there was the obvious sound of them reaching their climax. Fear was bright in Lake's eyes as he stared at Dimitri's face. He'd obviously heard too. Before either of them could do anything though, a voice followed the moans.
"Z?... What is it?..."
Lake mouthed the single letter nickname, confusion replacing the fear.
"Bridge... I just had a wet dream,"
Realisation hit like a ton of bricks. Zak had come back to the dorm and his girlfriend had joined him. Neither of them had noticed that Lake was curled with Dimitri - or if they had just saw the two of them asleep and thought nothing of curling up together themselves. Nothing could happen if they were asleep.
Although, where Zakary Taylor was concerned, even when asleep things could still happen. Lake did his best not to start laughing, biting on his lip to stifle any sounds his might make.
"Bridge, it was.. a guy..."
That statement, however, had Lake nearly in a heap of laughter. To keep it back, Lake pushed his mouth onto Dimitri's, hoping the older male could distract him from laughing out loud and leading to the two of them getting caught. Dimitri obviously felt the same way, helping Lake stiffel his laughter with the sweep of his tongue and the gentle nibble to his already red and swollen bottom lip.
"Bridget," the male said, seriously, voice floating through the silence. "Does this make me gay?"
Now things were certainly getting a bit much. What kind of cosmic power existed for such a situation to occur? Letting his weight fall from the support of his arms, Lake pressed his body flat to Dimitri's, the older male's arms encircling him. He moved to rest his head on the flat planes of the Russian's chest, hand rising to push knuckle into his mouth, teeth clamping down to keep the laughter in. A hand stroked down his back, obviously soothing him while the couple in the other bed continued to talk about what they thought Zak's dream meant
Once silence had returned and Lake was sure the pair had drifted back to sleep, he moved back up to come face to face with Dimitri. "You know..." he whispered. "If Zak can have wet dreams about a guy giving him a blowjob while you're asleep, you should be allowed to have a wet dream too."
"But I'm not asleep."
Lake grinned in the darkness. "They don't know I'm here," he said, before sliding down beneath the covers, placing kisses down Dimitri's chest and he decended.
MATURE
Wet dreams happened to everyone to the point where it was an accepted occurance but rarely ever actually spoken about in public. They were personal and private, only to be shared with someone close to you. Even roommates did not talk about the dreams they had which resulted in strange sounds during the night.
After classes had finished, Lake and Dimitri went back to Dimitri's room and spent the entire day on his bed. First they watched movies followed by a little light making out. Eventually, it began getting late and Lake thought it best he return to his own room. Before he could even slide off the bed, Dimitri's hand shot out and strong fingers curled around his wrist. Lifting eyes to look at the face of the older male, Lake shot him a confused expression.
"Why don't you stay here tonight?" the Russian asked.
"What about Zak? He'll want to go to bed and you know how he gets." Zak had no problems about either his friend's or his roommates sexual preference, but he always enjoyed making a fuss whenever the two of them were kissing around him. It wasn't limited to just them though. Zak did it with everyone. He could be such the five year old sometimes. "He'll complain about us making a noise or something, even though we aren't, and make kissing noises - AND he'd make out with his pillow." Lake pursed his lips in thought. "I don't want to see him do that again, Dimmy."
Dimitri smiled at him and curled both big, strong arms around him and cuddled Lake to his chest. "Well, we'll just have to be asleep when he comes back, or make it seem like you're not even here."
Lake arched a brow delicately and seductively. "You mean, like, be really quiet?" With a sly grin spreading over his lips, he slid onto his boyfriend's lap while looping his arms around his neck. "Dimmy, that's such a naughty suggestion," he purred, lips brushing against lips. "Oh Dimitri Utkin, what have you done to my innocence?"
Grinning like a cat with cream, Dimitri placed his hands on Lake's hips and closed that tiny gap between their mouths. "I was actually just hoping you'd sleep curled up with me. I never mentioned sex."
"Yeah, but you were thinking it."
And just like how it was never mentioned, it never happened either. Instead, the pair engaged in some heavy petting before Lake's mouth opened wide with a great big yawn. Zak still hadn't returned to the dorm room and so the two just assumed he'd snuck into the girl's dorm and was spending the night with Bridget. Not bothering to check with the lad in question whether or not this was true, Lake and Dimitri curled up beneath the covers. Dimitri had his back to the door and Lake's back pressed against his chest. Being such a quiet sleeper, the two that slipped into the dark dorm room some time later thought that only Dimitri was there.
Lake, however, found himself unable to sleep for long. Rolling over, he tilted his head up to pepper light kisses against Dimitri's lips while the older male slept. Or pretended to sleep because those lips slowly curled into a smile when they felt their mates' pair brushing them.
Moving in the dark, Lake climbed atop Dimitri, legs straddling the larger body, hands brushing the bare chest beneath him. Hips ground down against the body beneath him, moans muffled within passionate kisses filled with tongues and teeth. Since it hadn't been planned that Lake was going to stay the night he hadn't brought any pyjamas with him and wore only boxers, making every touch and movement that much more intense through the thin fabric. There was also the fact that Dimitri slept naked. No wonder Lake found himself unable to sleep when a completely naked Dimitri was curled around him.
Grinding down, crotch against crotch, Lake moaned into Dimitri's open mouth. Those strong arms he melted into every day wrapped about him, one hand on his hip while the other clutched the hair at the back of his neck. "B-b-oxers..." Lake mumbled into the kiss, dragging his nails down Dimitri's chest as he brought his own hands to the offending garment keeping skin from touching skin. It was awkward beneath the warmth cavern of blankets, but somehow Lake managed to remove his underwear and dump them onto the pile of clothes by the side of Dimitri's bed. As he went back to kissing, he could feel Dimitri's hand wandering, stroking palm flat over his rear. Grinding down once more, Lake swallowed a rather loud gasp as he felt his own hardened length brushing against the thick, hard cock that belonged to Dimitri.
There was so much going on between them that Lake almost didn't notice the sounds of moans reaching his ears. They weren't the deep, animalistic sounds his Russian boyfriend made. They were different. A slight higher pitch. A voice familiar, but never had he heard it making sounds like that before. Pausing the kiss, Lake propped himself on his hands and listened.
"Lakeski...?"
"Ssshhh..." He pressed a finger to Dimitri's lips and tilted his head to the side like a puppy listening to a strange new noise - which in essence was what Lake was doing.
There was panting and moaning. Someone was obviously getting pleasured. Tensing beneath the blanket that was hiding them both from sight, Lake's fingers curled, nails digging into the mattress. Someone was watching them and getting off to the it too by the sounds of things. Just as he was gathering up the anger to throw off the blanket and confront the voyeur the stranger's voice changed, altered and there was the obvious sound of them reaching their climax. Fear was bright in Lake's eyes as he stared at Dimitri's face. He'd obviously heard too. Before either of them could do anything though, a voice followed the moans.
"Z?... What is it?..."
Lake mouthed the single letter nickname, confusion replacing the fear.
"Bridge... I just had a wet dream,"
Realisation hit like a ton of bricks. Zak had come back to the dorm and his girlfriend had joined him. Neither of them had noticed that Lake was curled with Dimitri - or if they had just saw the two of them asleep and thought nothing of curling up together themselves. Nothing could happen if they were asleep.
Although, where Zakary Taylor was concerned, even when asleep things could still happen. Lake did his best not to start laughing, biting on his lip to stifle any sounds his might make.
"Bridge, it was.. a guy..."
That statement, however, had Lake nearly in a heap of laughter. To keep it back, Lake pushed his mouth onto Dimitri's, hoping the older male could distract him from laughing out loud and leading to the two of them getting caught. Dimitri obviously felt the same way, helping Lake stiffel his laughter with the sweep of his tongue and the gentle nibble to his already red and swollen bottom lip.
"Bridget," the male said, seriously, voice floating through the silence. "Does this make me gay?"
Now things were certainly getting a bit much. What kind of cosmic power existed for such a situation to occur? Letting his weight fall from the support of his arms, Lake pressed his body flat to Dimitri's, the older male's arms encircling him. He moved to rest his head on the flat planes of the Russian's chest, hand rising to push knuckle into his mouth, teeth clamping down to keep the laughter in. A hand stroked down his back, obviously soothing him while the couple in the other bed continued to talk about what they thought Zak's dream meant
Once silence had returned and Lake was sure the pair had drifted back to sleep, he moved back up to come face to face with Dimitri. "You know..." he whispered. "If Zak can have wet dreams about a guy giving him a blowjob while you're asleep, you should be allowed to have a wet dream too."
"But I'm not asleep."
Lake grinned in the darkness. "They don't know I'm here," he said, before sliding down beneath the covers, placing kisses down Dimitri's chest and he decended.
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