Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
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Post by Harrison on Feb 27, 2019 14:19:04 GMT 10
I rolled my eyes, “Jesus Jax, it’s like no big deal? Are yah high?” The slightest look of distain shifted into amusement, I let out a quiet chuckle before glancing around the parking lot. Mostly empty, teachers left in half an hour or so, wouldn’t care if they caught us anyway. “Come on Jaxon, don’t make me wait,” I still sounded amused, luckily for him. I shut my own door and undid my belt quickly, eyes on him the whole time.
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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 27, 2019 14:25:10 GMT 10
Jaxon hummed in thought, taking a step closer to him. He was high, so what did he care about this situation? He rubbed his hands over Eric's abs, his hands underneath the man's shirt. He bit at his lip studs and leaned up to kiss under the man's jaw slowly, enjoying the feeling of his stubble. "Maybe I don't wanna." He hummed, deciding to tease him somewhat.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Feb 27, 2019 14:38:52 GMT 10
I grabbed his throat, squeezing enough to cut off air, “What if I don’t care?” I growled back at him before leaning in and tugging a piercing with my teeth, “touch me Jaxon.” I dug my nails into his skin, my other hand slipping down to cup his crouch. I thought I would be done with him, you know? I had planned to just give him a place to stay and that was it, but now... shit I couldn’t get enough of him.
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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 27, 2019 14:43:11 GMT 10
Jaxon found himself moaning when he grabbed his throat and bit at a piercing. His body was hot and sensitive from the weed, and so he smiled, "Mm... I like a rough man." He giggled softly, pressing himself towards Eric, "How bout you touch me instead? "
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
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Post by Harrison on Feb 27, 2019 22:59:42 GMT 10
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So my bad. I may of chocked him out in my car. Let’s not get into details there. I dropped Jaxon on my bed and dumped my backpack beforesittijf down beside him. Cautiously, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pushing it up. My fingers trailed over his stomach, sliding up to his ribs in away that I wouldn’t be allowed to normally. How could a man let himself waste away this much and not notice? I carefully undid his pants, pulling them down so I could feel the sharp lines of his hip bones, my thumb brushing over the line of his hairline. “So fragile,” I murmured quietly.
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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 28, 2019 12:32:54 GMT 10
It was the hot trailing of his fingertips as they moved smoothly over the ridges of Jaxon’s skin covered ribs, his underexposed pale skin doing little to hide his clear starvation that woke the smaller male. He woke without starting, his blue eyes fluttering ever so slightly against the light of Eric’s room. He didn’t know where he was from anything except the smell. It was Eric’s scent, the one that seeped off him in waves when he sweat- an alluring scent that first captured him in their gym class, and then now brought heated memories of their times together. Which reminded him- the locker rooms, the carpark. They’d had sex in the locker rooms that morning, and in the carpark that afternoon. The first had been forced by Eric, the second, welcomed by an under the influence Jaxon Ankh. He still hadn’t moved yet, and it was because he was terrified. The past twenty-four hours Jaxon had lost his usual devil may care attitude with Eric, refusing to show his intimidation, and the moment he had lost it, he had ended up in this situation. With this realisation in mind, Jaxon opened his eyes and launched himself forward, shoving Eric away. His blue eyes glared intensely despite vertigo that was occurring in his vision and the head spin disorientating him. He held his arm between them as if it was strong enough to keep the man away from them, blue ice reflecting his sudden, stubborn defensive stance, “I’ve told you before, don’t touch me.” He stared at Eric unblinkingly, his mentality once again strong with his constant state of abstinence. The constant refrain he showed in his indulgence- a persistent ignorance to his inner cravings. That craving of recent just happened to be Eric Harrison. A man who currently had undone Jaxon’s pants and had been touching his body as he pleased. A situation that deep down had Jaxon’s legs trembling in excitement, however, that really didn’t apply in this situation. He was refusing his identity despite the things Eric managed to do to him, the way he weakened under his touch let alone his gaze- that among other things.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 1, 2019 20:35:05 GMT 10
I grinned at him, swiftly and effectively pinning him by straddling his waist and forcing him arms above his head. My weirdly calm eyes focused on his face, “Jaxon, love, being a brat outside of sex isn’t fun, it is really just fucking annoying,” I sighed dramatically. Slowly, I leaned down until my lips where millimeters from his mouth, “I hate yah... I’m going to make a sandwich, want some?” The biggest anticlimax ever. I hated him, I swear. He was a closeted brat who refused to eat, delusion on more than two levels. He is just... annoying.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 1, 2019 21:06:58 GMT 10
Why is my heart beating so fast? He whimpered softly, his eyes closing tightly, "Get off of me, you oaf!" What is he doing to me? His heart rate increased with panic as he struggled to get away from him but couldn't move, "Stop touching me! I keep telling you that!" Why does he have to do this to me? He whimpered, dissolving into a trembling mess under him as he stopped struggling and simply trembled in fear. "I don't want your food." He whispered softly, "I don't want you to touch me, you're hurting me, you're heavy, get off." His voice trembled just as his body did with his desperation.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 1, 2019 21:25:37 GMT 10
I arched an eyebrow, drawing back a little and consciously taking my weight off his body, “Yah are really fucking annoying, yah know that?” I grumbled before getting off him with the grace of a falling brick. “Come on twig legs, I’ll show yah to your room,” I waved to the door, waiting impatiently for him to move his ass, “don’t make me drag yah.” Jaxon wasn’t any fun anymore. Maybe I’m over him, maybe the second fuck did it? Leaving him in a ditch still didn’t sound appealing, which was a shame. My mind kept swirling at how small he was. It was like when you saw a child and are just blown away by how small their hands are. Except his smallness was unnatural. I had an itch to help him. But he was so fucking annoying.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 1, 2019 22:09:08 GMT 10
Jaxon stood slowly and felt his legs give out. He grabbed at Eric, his trembling only increasing and making it more difficult as his vertigo suddenly came back ten times stronger. He was panting, not just from his previous panic but from the energy he didn't have to give. He sat back on the bed, "I... May I please have that sandwich?" He looked down at his lap and as the vertigo cleared, he realised his pants were very much still undone and reached with trembling hands to zip them.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 1, 2019 22:26:12 GMT 10
He brought a surprised laugh from my lips, I smirked at him with the satirisation of knowing how much he needed something in his gut right now. I offered a hand to help him as I spoke, looking at my bare paint chipped walls instead of his face, “sure, yah intolerant to anything? We have wholemeal if yah don’t like white, and dairy free cheese- I tasted fine unless you melt it. Would yah rather like, uh, a salad ham sandwich or just peanut butter...” I trailed off, a look of confusion passing over my features before I focused on him again. It would be nice to have normal, Jaxon was normal. “Sorry... I think... I’ll just make my normal,” my somewhat gentle expression shut down to cold and uncaring, I walked out without helping him. I had intended to help, but the whole ‘normal conversation with broken boy’ when normal hadn’t existed for years kinda freaked me out. The most normal conversation in juvy had was ‘have a cig?’ and even then it was almost a threat.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 1, 2019 22:50:15 GMT 10
Jaxon watched him go, knowing he wouldn't be able to get out of the bed without the help of Eric. He whimpered softly, "Eric, please help me." He whispered. Usually, he ate before this point, just enough to keep him going- but after smoking weed, he was starving and all he could think was about how good that ham would taste or how he wanted to raid everything Eric had- body aside, he was starving.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 1, 2019 23:01:46 GMT 10
“Thought yah didn’t want me touching yah.” I muttered when I walked back in, huffing as I picked him up effortlessly and taking him to the kitchen. Gently, I plopped him down on the island bench before beiginning to work. Probably one of the best things that can if of juvy, if not the only, was I was put in kitchen. I learned how to cook and found that I was actually pretty good at it. Although, sandwhiches isn’t cooking. “Ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato and mayo okay? I will use the wholemeal bread if it makes yah feel better, it’s actually healthier than grain... My, uh, my ma’s a baker.” This was just uncomfortable for me. I couldn’t meet him in the eye with all this normal bullshit so instead I got to it, humming to ‘killing me softly with his song’. Ma had gotten into the older songs recently, that had been the one I had woken up to today.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 1, 2019 23:07:52 GMT 10
His eyes watched the man tiredly as he moved around the kitchen. Jaxon saw a fruit bowl in the corner of his vision, dismissing what Eric was saying as rambling and carelessly turning his attention to the nearest piece of edible substance in the kitchen and within reach. He picked up an apple, biting into it as his stomach growled loudly in need. He knew Eric would have been able to hear it at this point. He ate the thing as if he were Ryuk and started on a second. The weed really did a number on him. He turned his attention back to Eric, watching the man's muscles jump with his movements.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Mar 1, 2019 23:17:01 GMT 10
I snatched away the fruit bowl when he got his mouth around the second apple, pursing my lips as I cut the sandwhiches. “Are yah gonna throw this all back up later?” I asked him quietly, meaning not offense for once. I slid his plate to him, “also, coffee?” I could make coffee with my eyes closed at this point. Before I went to juvy I had a friend fix up an old machine I found in a junk yard, works pretty well, and then self taught myself because I, for one, cannot survive a day without caffeine. Regardless of his response I made him one anyway, habitually making it sweet enough to rot teeth and my own black enough to drown light. Left over from somewhere.
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