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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 3, 2019 20:17:47 GMT 10
Jaxon shook his head, "No, I'm just hungry from smoking weed." He finished the second apple and picked up the sandwich, "I'm not bulimic." He ate the food fast, his stomach gurgling quietly in happiness at finally having something substantial. He picked up the coffee cup and sipped at it, his pupils dilating in joy. He moaned softly, "Mmn... This is so good... " he whispered.
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Post by Harrison on Mar 3, 2019 22:14:18 GMT 10
“Didn’t ask if yah were bulmic,” I quipped back, “asked if yah would throw this back up, for whatever reason. For all I know yah could have a sensitive stomach or something hellish like that.” I picked up my sandwhich, eating most of it before adding, “Not that I care about your broken ass.” His groans to my coffee had me grinning, I didn’t say anything, but I reached out and took a lock of his hair between my fingers, wanting to feel was it was like in my hands again. Usually, about now I would either be studying— rarely happened— or sorting out my setup, of which was a block away and not something Jaxon should know about. My mind drifted to a dark place while thinking on what I could do so I shut that thought process down entirely and turned it to Jaxon. “Yah wanna do something?” I asked before picking up my own coffee. Quiet honestly, having the annoying brat here was a major inconvenience that I didn’t think through.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 3, 2019 22:16:51 GMT 10
For some reason, that Jaxon refused to think about, Eric touching his hair and asking him if he wanted to do something made his mind wander and his cheeks darken a shade of red. He shifted along the bench, away from him, and silently sipped at the coffee, his eyes falling closed in bliss.
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Harrison
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Post by Harrison on Mar 3, 2019 22:27:10 GMT 10
“Brat,” I said openly, “Fine, yah have to put up with I pick then...” I pursed my lips, pretending to think for a moment while I took a sip. I was tempting to ask him to strip, just to see him squirm, but I had a better idea. “Truth or dare, humour me ‘cause I’m bored. I’ll go first. Dare yah to take off yah shirt, if yah don’t yah have to answer a truth if my choice.” I finally said, smiling smugly at him as I put down my empty mug. This would be fun.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 3, 2019 22:32:01 GMT 10
Jaxon's eyes opened at the mention of his shirt, not even the game of truth or dare. "No." He muttered, "I'm not playing games with you." He knew Eric would continue because that was the kind of male he was, but he also didn't actually mind. He huffed softly. He sort of wanted to play with him, because even though he was this way, broken, he still had a personality- and he had always loved games. "That's not even how truth or dare works. I'm supposed to pick. " He grumbled after a moment.
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Harrison
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Post by Harrison on Mar 3, 2019 22:37:13 GMT 10
I had honestly never played truth or dare myself, a King doesn’t play with peasants, but now I feel like a lost prince with a clear mind. “Truth or dare brat,” I said sharply, “I didn’t say yah could not play.” My arms crossed over my chest as my expression darkened, as if the slightest thing could piss me off— usually it did.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 3, 2019 22:40:50 GMT 10
Jaxon peered up at him over his mug, sensing his upset. For once he wasn't fearful. For some reason, having sex with that man made it feel like he was closer to him. Like he had nothing to fear because he had seen him quite bare- but then several people had. "Eric," He muttered as he swallowed, licking his lips as he placed the cup on the bench and uncrossed his legs, parting his knees to invite the man closer, "I like you calling me a brat, so if you think it's hurting me, you need to find something else." He leaned back on the palms of his hands, for a moment exploring his lack of fear.
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Harrison
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Post by Harrison on Mar 3, 2019 22:49:49 GMT 10
A moment of consideration had me reaching for the knife block, pulling th biggest one out, and pointing it his way. A nasty scowl twisting my lips. He had to do what I wanted. He didn’t get to do this. This... this whole him being confident wasn’t okay. It pissed me off. “I liked yah better when yah were crying and shit. Let’s go back to that.” I said quietly, taking his invitation to step closer. I lazily slid the tip of the knife up his chest, nicking the fabric of his shirt as I made my way up to press the point under his jaw, “I hate yah, everything about yah is disgusting and everything yah do is infuriating just because yah still ducking exist,” I growled, my left hand snapping up to hold his head in place as I pressed the knife hard to the soft bit under his chin.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 3, 2019 22:58:20 GMT 10
Jaxon's heart started pounding, less with fear, more with fucked up pleasure. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed due to Eric's hold on him. He suddenly let out a soft snicker, his eyes opening and his head turning to look up at Eric. His left foot hooked around the back on Eric's left leg and slammed his heel in to the back of his knee, causing his balance to throw. It brought him down to Jaxon's height, or at least closer as the male chuckled, watching him with a lazy look of entertainment, "Just fucking touch me already, Eric. "
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Post by Harrison on Mar 3, 2019 23:10:50 GMT 10
I recoiled, weirdly disgusted that I couldn’t freak him out anymore, and backed the fuck away, dropping the knife, with his blood on it, in the sink. “Fuck yah are disgusting,” I found myself saying, looking at him in disbelief purely because if I punched him he would probably get a boner right now. Without hesitation I moved closer to him again, this time my hand grabbing at his shirt and pulling is up so I could touch his smaller body. He said I could, so I would. “Would rather have yah mouth doing something right now,” I hissed to him, still frowning as I ran my fingers over the flare plane of his stomach and then over the bumps of his ribs. I still felt werided out by his kinky bullshit.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 3, 2019 23:14:55 GMT 10
Jaxon grinned slightly and mumbled, "Then lean down because I can't reach you, you're too tall." He could feel his blood dripping down his neck and he didn't mind. His emotions were fully switched off, "Why do you call me broken boy but then get confused when I expose fragments? " he whispered to him. He reached up and grabbed the back of his neck to bring him down to his level and kiss him.
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Harrison
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Post by Harrison on Mar 3, 2019 23:23:07 GMT 10
I think, for once, I genuinely wasn’t in the mood. I shoved him off, meeting his uncaring stare with a cold one. “I’m going to do the dishes,” I said, playing it off as if I wasn’t completely turned off by the fact that he got horny over me putting a knife to his jaw. Big bad Harrison shouldn’t care about that, but this big bad Harrison was clean and sick of everyone’s weird ass shit. I didn’t acknowledge him as I filled the sink, chewing on my lips as I realised why it werided me out so much. “Yah are acting like my brother.” I said once the thought hit me.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 3, 2019 23:26:51 GMT 10
Jaxon looked at him and heaved out a sigh as he slowly blinked. Interesting. He got off the bench, switching his tactic. He was enjoying playing with the big bad wolf for once. He moved in behind him and slid his arms around his waist, cuddling in to his back. He drew for meekness, pressing his face against his back and mumbling softly, "I'm sorry for freaking you out."
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Harrison
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Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
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Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
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Post by Harrison on Mar 3, 2019 23:34:07 GMT 10
I melted into him when I didn’t want to. I sighed at the comfort, craving more. Jaxon has brought up some pretty ugly thoughts acting like that. And like that, he had gone to far. Within seconds of him holding me I had ripped him off qqme, grabbing whatever was on the counter as smashing it to the side of his head. “Just fuck off and die would yah?!” I snapped, turning around before shoving him to the ground hard, “just fuck off! I hate yah, yah fucking filthy piece of shit!” I raised my foot as I yelled, about to kick him.
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Post by Dawnfire on Mar 3, 2019 23:47:03 GMT 10
Jaxon gasped in shock at his reaction, the loud cracking crash of ceramic and a feminine scream followed by the testosterone driven rage that tormented his house, finding himself on the kitchen floor, cowering with his hands over his head as pain seeped through his limbs. A hand roughly grabbed at him, pulling him to his feet as the man continued to yell and bash him, the painful cracking of ribs, the scent of vanilla and citrus covering the metallic of spilt blood always present in the dark, void of a house. He felt tears falling from his eyes as he screwed them tightly shut, blood seeping from cuts in the side of his head. His heart pounded as he trembled. Mum! He screamed in fear as he scrambled, his nails chipped and painfully torn as he carved yet more markings in to the door frames and floor boards of the house, trying his best to get away from painful blow after painful blow- Mumma! Jaxon stayed curled in his cowering position, Eric's yelling having set him off as he tried to separate his fear filled terror from reality. He was in the kitchen, in Eric's kitchen, the floors were tile, there were no marks, there was no man, there was no mum. He whimpered in fear again softly and pressed his fingers in to his own hair, gripping curly locks to have the pain of it keep him in the present.
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