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Post by Sync on Jan 11, 2011 4:46:40 GMT
CAUSING PROBLEMS MAKES YOU FAMOUS [/SIZE]  ALLTHIS VIOLENCE MAKESASTATEMENT[/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His stride was purposeful, his expression one that told you not to approach. He could feel eyes appraising his form, a slight smirk pulled at his lips. The uncertainty he'd felt a few days ago had evaporated, now he was the confident, sure of himself Jonah that he liked portray. On the inside, his mind was in turmoil. One face kept appearing, as much as he tried to suppress it. His jaw tightened as once again the face appeared, but he shook his head slightly, causing the image to evaporate. No, he wasn't going to think about him today. He walked across campus briskly, his bag hitting his thigh as he did so. The gentle thump sounded around him with every step, it was almost soothing. Normal. His current attire was simple denim jeans that sat low on his hips, and a dark gray T-shirt. He looked good, and he knew it. He heard the comments from girls as he passed. Although he wasn't that way inclined, he couldn't help but smirk. For their benefit, he shot a smoldering smile in their direction. You could see the swoons. Rolling his eyes discreetly, he strode up to the entrance of the sport center, letting the warmth of the foyer engulf his muscular frame.
He walked to the changing rooms, pausing to high five various students who'd seen him play rugby for the local team the other day. Nodding his head at their compliments, he didn't let them get to him as they usually did. Usually you could see his head expanding, pride radiating arrogantly from him. Pushing his way into the changing room, he was glad to see it was empty. Many people were leaving or had already changed. He knew he'd come a little later than usual for his work out. Dumping his bag down in the usual place, he opened it up and pulled out the black, baggy shorts and plain white T-Shirt he always worked out in. Changing into them, he placed his other clothes into the bag and into his locker. Not many of the students had their own personal lockers at the sport center, but as he was such a regular visitor, he'd been assigned one. Whistling as he left, he passed by a group of females who seemed to be practicing some sort of dance. Changing his tuneful whistling into a wolf whistle, more for their benefit than anything, he called out to them. "Lookin' good ladies." he drawled, smirking as they giggled. A few even blushed. Picking his whistling up once again, if you hadn't guessed he had a little habit with whistling, he continued toward the fitness room, mind automatically becoming focused on the task at hand.
He'd been on the treadmill for about 40 minutes. He glanced down. 43 minutes and 23 seconds to be precise. His feet pounded the machine mercilessly, his arms moving rhythmically with his legs. Hardly any sweat had formed on his brow, his shirt was still as dry as it had been when he entered. It was obvious the male was in goos shape, he'd often been compared to a tank by his past rugby coach. A smile pulled at his lips at the memory. Jonah 'The Tank' Weaver. As he ran, he tried to remember if he still had that rugby jersey with that name written on it. He was pretty sure he did. Somewhere. He reached out to increase the speed, adjusting to the change easily. A little more sweat formed on his brow, and his shirt began to stick a little. But there was no obvious discomfort. But suddenly an image of Wes appeared in his mind. His step faltered, causing him to slip. The treadmill had him whiz off the end and straight into the wall opposite. Cursing himself, he got up carefully. Nothing hurt, except his pride. His cheeks were flushed an angry red, suiting his mood. He could hear the muffled laughter around him. His eyes narrowed and he shot death glares in their direction. It automatically stopped, much to his relief. With a grunt, he returned to the treadmill and started over.
And hour had passed, he was alone in the fitness center now. There were a few kids playing basketball on the court downstairs. He could see through the large, paneled windows in front of him. Sweat now covered his face, his expression one of determination. He kept random images in his head to force unwanted ones from appearing. His shirt clung to his well toned upper body, enhancing the large muscles that sat beneath it. He barely took notice. The speed was almost impossibly high, but he kept up with ease. If it was uncomfortable, he didn't show it. His feet continued to pound the machine, over and over again. He showed no sign of stopping. Not yet at least. His iPod was turned up full blast, he could hear nothing of the world around him. It was just him and the treadmill. He willed himself to continue, ignoring the growing burning sensation in his limbs. He wasn't going to stop, not until he was worn out enough that nothing but sleep mattered. He liked that state, it was the best he ever experienced.
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Post by Myssi on Jan 11, 2011 5:17:23 GMT
 when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER[/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
It wasn't too odd for Wes to be invited to a game of Basketball by a few mutual friends of a loosely put together team. He's been to the court in the Sports Center off and on since his start here, but mostly his time had been rather occupied by Jolly's training and exercising Bush and Abby to top quality. But, he could always use some of his free time to get himself into shape, and whittle his lean body into a more muscled form.
So, Wes had agreed to meeting up with his basketball Captian this evening for a little one-on-one practice. He entered the Gym area wearing blue jeans, an old pair he'd had since forvever. They were faded, and dusty from today's work. On his torso, he sported a black underarmor shirt, long sleeved, and nothing more, and his feet were covered by a tattered pair of basketball sneakers.
The teen he was practising with today was named Joe, and he was a town resident. He met Wes in the corridor, glancing at his best player curiously. "You're gonna play in jeans?" He asked. Wes regarded the boy with a calm gaze. "Always have."
Together, they entered the wide expanse that was the court. Wes looked at it with a nonchalant glance, but Joe always seemed awed by it. It was easy to see where Wes' true love really was in the Sporting world. He got the look on Joe's face, the adrenaline, when he entered the dusty ring of a horse show.
He walked to the ball rack and selected and orange sphere. He looked at Joe and cocked an eyebrow, and the other boy needed no invitation. He launched himself into the one-on-one game mercilessly, driving himself at Wes. The supple body of the Australian sucked in air before twisting away, dribbling the ball away from the higher-ranking team member. Wes worked like a machine as he avoided Joe, his focus on the hoop ahead. He leapt in the air, a swish, and then he was suddenly the one chasing the ball. His pace was qucik and easy as he went after his Captain, trying to grab the ball, but the other player cleverly got it out of reach each time. Wes set his brow, leaping up and defying gravity to block his opponet's shot, and failing by a good few inches. It was then that the ball was his again, and he took it, shooting off like a star player would.
On and on like this the game went, as the two well-matched rivals went head to head. Wes was soon sweating from his amout of excercise, but the degree of ache that came with the workout was welcome, appreciated even.
Finally, Wes had Joe broken. The boy yelled for a stop, coming over to Wes and shaking his head. "You got game, fool. Makes me wonder why they made me captain." Wes eyed the taller black male. "Because, Joe, you love this game far more than I ever could or want to."
Joe chuckled, and departed with a farewell. Wes however, was pleased to be left to his thoughts, and grabbed a water bottle, dribbling the ball easily as he drank and walked.
Jonah was on his mind. It was like Jackson all over again, only ten times worse because he was older and knew he shouldn't be falling for anyone. Fate was a cruel mistress to him. He sighed as he lowered the water bottle, leaning his head back and slumping his shoulders as he allowed his raw emotions to depart from him, but knowing, just knowing, that they wouldn't, and that he would suffer another day with a crush never to be returned. Such a foolish thing to loose your sanity over.
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Post by Sync on Jan 12, 2011 2:13:50 GMT
CAUSING PROBLEMS MAKES YOU FAMOUS [/SIZE] ALLTHIS VIOLENCE MAKESASTATEMENT[/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jonah's legs were starting to give way, so he knew he needed to stop soon. He slowly decreased the speed, coming to a gradual stop. With a huff, he stood down from the treadmill, willingly this time, and picked up the towel he'd draped over the exercise bike next to him. Wiping the sweat from his face, he then glanced down at his shirt. With a shrug, he peeled it from his torso, dabbing it with his towel once the shirt was removed. He then realized that when he was in the sports center, he more often than not was shirtless. With a small smirk, he slung the shirt and towel over his shoulder and carried himself numbly from the room. He paused briefly to take a drink from the water fountain, savoring the cool liquid, before descending the stairs and coming out onto the basketball court which led to the changing rooms.
Jonah was now frozen, his eyes on the lone male on the court. Wes had his back to him, his shoulders slumped in a way Jonah knew. He'd been like that the last few days constantly. Clearing his throat, he began to move again, approaching Wes hesitantly. "Hey," he offered softly, drawing closer to the other male's smaller form. Jonah seemed to dwarf everyone, with muscle and height. So it wasn't surprising that Wes looked small compared to him, even if he was pretty toned himself. "Something on your mind?" he questioned carefully. He could see the slight hint of distress on the other males face. It wasn't obvious to the naked eye, but the fact that Jonah noticed it was confirming that he was more than aware of the Wes. Jonah was usually the one to turn the blind eye, in fact he rarely ever noticed things. But Wes was different. Wes was someone he wanted to notice, much more than he was willing to admit to himself.
He was now stood beside Wes, looking at him through the corner of his eye. The urge to pull the younger male into his arms made his hands twitch involuntary. He crossed them over his still bare chest, suddenly conscious of the fact. Shifting uncomfortably, he debated whether to just go to the changing room and forget all about the encounter. He knew that was stupid though, he'd never be able to forget it. Wes had occupied his mind since they met. His jaw hardened at that thought, and then ground annoyingly as he tried to distract himself. Nothing was working. With a sigh, he let his broad shoulders slump as Wes's had. Angling himself so that he could look at Wes directly, he gave a slight, lopsided smile. There was an air of awkwardness that surrounded his large frame, but his expression didn't hold it. It was obvious that he couldn't find anything to say though.
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Post by Myssi on Jan 12, 2011 2:42:16 GMT
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
The teen stiffened at the sound of a throat clearing, turning his lithe frame to face Jonahand cocking an eyebrow in an unasked question. And he also noticed Jonah was, in fact, half-naked, sweaty, and would probably be surronded by swooning female in a few seconds. His gaze shifted to the end of the court, and he moved off, allowing himself to answer Jonah's question over hsi shoulder as he set his water bottle on a bench. "Yep."
He turned back to the tall male, and was taken aback once more by his immese mass of Jonah. The boy could very well be a dam. He walked over to him, and met his gaze steadily. "You are exceedingly tall. I've felt short around my brother before, but right now, I feel like a midget." He said, as though it was of the utmost importancy for Jonah to know this information. "Not that it's anything bad." He gave a half shrug, glancing at the empty room.
And air of quiet graced them. Wes could see Jonah begin to fidget, and turned his expressionless face on the taller. Jonah gave a smile, and Wes found himself responding with a grin that tweaked one corner of his jaw. The facial change made him chuckle, and then laugh. "You're alright." He said. "Better then some of the people I've met."
Like a tomcat, Wes gracefully moved off, his somewhat lanky form drifting over in front of the basket. He angled himself, set his sight, and allowed seasoned muscles to launch like taut springs, releasing the ball from his hold. As it swished and landed, and he retireved it, he glanced at his stocky companion. "Are you planning on goin' to the auction?" He asked, dribbing the orange leather, then holding it up, offering it to his counterpart. "That little gelding of yours is probably a tad small for you - especially in that English saddle."
Wes had absolutely nothing against English. It was a fine form of riding, one that made you work hard and required a higher level of endurance. He had a high level of respect for English riders. However, someone like Jonah could also probably enjoy Western. "You ever ridden Western before?" He asked, watching the other male with a soft look. His body was relaxing more and more, his guard being lowered quietly. He always opened up when he had a fondness for someone. Only Scarlett had ever made him feel this comfortable, and it was for differant reasons. His brother's girlfriend had had so many similarities with himself that they'd gotten to be very close friends. He knew he could count on her, and sometimes it was her from whom he seeked comfort instead of his brother. Of course, Scarlett had some expertise in the nurtering department. Having a child, and trying to help support a family did that to a girl, he supposed, though he'd noticed the change in his brother as well.
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Post by Sync on Jan 12, 2011 4:52:42 GMT
CAUSING PROBLEMS MAKES YOU FAMOUS [/SIZE] ALLTHIS VIOLENCE MAKESASTATEMENT[/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The answer he received made him give a silent chuckle. He was actually glad Wes hadn't decided to unload his problems onto Jonah, he wasn't very useful in those sort of situations. He also noticed the reaction to his large frame. He didn't bat an eyelid, he'd seen it way too often now to affect him. He did laugh at Wes's words though, nodding his head briefly. He'd been told that too. "I like being this tall, it's easier to intimidate people." he told Wes truthfully, his expression not embarrassed in the slightest. It was true. Sure, it helped him immensely while on the rugby pitch, but it also stopped people trying to cross him. Especially when they discovered his little secret. He knew it would eventually come out, his feelings for Wes were becoming increasingly unbearable.
Jonah's smile increased when he saw the twitch in the other male's lips, and then laughed softly at the offhand comment. "Thanks, the same goes for you." Again, his words only held the truth. He watched as Wes walked away with grace, something Jonah didn't possess unless on horse back. Sure, he was amazing to watch while on the rugby pitch, but that sport didn't need grace. It needed brute force and power, two things he did have. He was in slight awe as he watched the male, but he was pulled out of his trance by Wes speaking. He gave a slight shrug, he hadn't really thought about it. "I'm pretty happy with Cougar, he's enough for me right now. If your going though, i'd be happy to come along. Who knows, maybe something'll catch my eye." he offered quietly, unaware that he'd been slowly approaching Wes once more.
Jonah looked thoughtful when Wes asked the next question. "Once," he started, trying to recall the memory. "I'd been in Spain, visiting family. My cousins are all keen riders and they rode Western. Since they had no English horses, or tack, I'd had to ride one of their western mares. It was okay, I wasn't really bothered by the change." he shrugged, his dark eyes impassive. He was now well aware that he was very close to the male, his eyes darkening with desire. All rational thoughts had left him, and before he knew it, his hand had reached up and clasped Wes's chin gently. He leaned down to press his lips to Wes's, electricty jolting along his spine. The kiss was brief though, and he quickly pulled away. His expression was one of pure horror.
"No, no, no!" he shouted, his feet beginning to pace. His eyes remained on the floor, his mind arguing with itself. You enjoyed it, stop being such a fool. his brain shouted, but Jonah ignored it. He suddenly straightened up and whirled around to face Wes. "That," he almost shouted, gesturing frantically between himself and the other male. "Didn't happen!" His expression had fallen to a mask of unreadable blankness, refusing to show much more than slight anger. Inside, he was in turmoil. He knew the feelings were finally spilling out, but he hadn't expected them so soon. "I'm not gay, i'm not gay," he began to chant over and over again, picking up the pacing once more. Wes's presence was all but forgotten as the inner battle started up again. As much as he wanted to pull the other male into his arms again, he knew he was playing with fire. He knew that if someone walked in on them, his reputation was non-existent. Sure, he knew that there were some very powerful males at the college whom were openly gay, but his reputation was the macho, womanizing rugby player. Stopping in his tracks, he became statue like. What on earth would his father do if he found out. A shudder passed along his spine at that thought, the expression of horror returning.
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Post by Myssi on Jan 12, 2011 5:24:35 GMT
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Wes nodded at Jonah's statement. "It would probably be best for you to tag along. A good rider, whether you want horses as part of your career or not, is usually experianced with all types of horses." He glanced over at the rugby player now, his expression thoughtful. "I could teach you some more advanced Western if you'd like. You'd be on Abby, but that's only because my others would ignore you or throw you. Or you'd crush them." Well, really just Jolly. Wes never thought he'd ever see a smaller brumby than that shrimp of a buckskin gelding. Seeing Jonah on him made for a rather comical sight.
Suddenly, Wes was distracted by a gentle hand on his chin, lifting his face, and then a mouth was placed over his in a sweet tender kiss that made his eyes brighten in shock. The astonishment cleared quickly, but just as the boy began to respond, he was left with nothing. Nothing but an empty space where Jonah had been standing moments before. A quaver ran the length of his body, and he supressed a shiver of delight, forcing a calm expression on his face to look at Jonah.
He was shocked by the sight.
Jonah was yelling, pacing, frantic looks of horror carving every feature of his handsome face. And it was because of him. Wes furrowed his brow in concern, about to step forward and embrace Jonah, bring him to a stop, and talk sense to the boy, but the next words halted his step.
I'm not gay, I'm not gay.
He wondered slightly why Jonah had even kissed him then. A confusing matter, one he quickly disregarded. It was the past, and right now he had a pretty pressing present to deal with.
He strode up to the taller teen and grabbed his wrist with a strong, calloused hand that squeezed around the joint, pulling back to halt Jonah.
"Look! Calm down. I'm not gonna ruin your reputation. In fact, until right now, the only people to ever know I was gay was my brother and his girlfriend and their kid, who doesn't even understand it yet. And it's not a secret either, so don't feel special about knowing this." He stepped back and let Jonah go, still holding the taller's gaze, his accent ringing out in the gym. "I'm not going to announce to the school that you accidently kissed me. It's not a big deal. Obviously, you need to forget about it. So, we will. It never happened. Got it?"
The converstation was more for Jonah's benefit than Wes'. He had to deal with shattering his heart differantly; by spending a week in untamed country. Probably with a half-wild horse or two as well.
He turned to depart, pausing slightly at the ball rack and looking at the distraught man he's left behind him. "If you're still thinking about going to the auction with me, just come tell me. You can find me down in the barn at practically any time, or in an arena."
There. He'd done well, acting like it's never happened. In his book, it hadn't. Well, it had - he knew it had, it tore him up that he'd allowed himself to get in too deep and fall for the biggest womanizer known to man, allowed himself to be kissed by him, and that he's believed for a mere second that something might come from it. He lowered his gaze, long fingers tightening on the basketball for a second as he lost control of his features. They contorted into the look similar to a one who's been abandoned, before he drew himself up and began to walk over and get his water bottle from the bench.
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Post by Sync on Jan 16, 2011 11:22:25 GMT
CAUSING PROBLEMS MAKES YOU FAMOUS [/SIZE] ALLTHIS VIOLENCE MAKESASTATEMENT[/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He snarled when he felt Wes grab his wrist. Though it didn't hurt, Wes was able to get him to stop his frantic pacing. Narrowing his eyes at the other male when he turned to look at him, the words at first weren't going in. It was taking a lot of restraint not to rip his hand away and storm out. Then he forced himself to tune it, just as the other dropped his hold on Jonah's wrist and stepped back. Wes still held his gaze though, and it unnerved the large, burly male. He shuffled uncomfortably, the urge to pick up the pacing again becoming almost too much. But then Wes's words struck home. His shoulders slumped and he broke eye contact. Staring at the floor, he couldn't force out the words that were on the tip of his tongue. As much as he tried, they just wouldn't come! Still watching the ground intently, knowing his head was hung in a shameful manner, he heard Wes begin to move around. He listened as the younger male's footsteps retreated, and he also heard the pause. Keeping his head down, he listened to the words and gave a short nod in reply. He couldn't trust his voice.
Suddenly, he straightened up. He turned and watched as Wes went to collect his water bottle, and then spoke up. Just before the male could leave. "It wasn't an accident." he said softly, referring to what Wes had said about their kiss. He'd finally managed to get words out. Striding after Wes, coming to a stop pretty close behind him, he began to speak again. "Being gay," he automatically flinched when he said that. "was never going to be easy for me. My father is very openly homophobic, he'll have me lynched when he finds out. And yes, that's a when, not an if. My mother doesn't care, she doesn't even want me. I think she was the most happy about be being thrown into school here. At least now she doesn't have to deal with my crap." He took a deep, shaky breath. He'd never unloaded his family problems onto anyone before. Taking a couple of steps back, he still kept his eyes on Wes.
"Your.. presence has done something to me that I never thought would happen. Your the first person I want to admit to myself that I'm gay because of. Yeah, I'd been trying to convince myself that I wasn't for years. That's what this facade is about," he gestured to himself and then carried on. He knew if he didn't, he'd never get out what he wanted to say. "I'm sorry if I offended you Wes, I honestly didn't mean to. I'm just not very good at hiding my emotions. Well, not around people I genuinely like anyway." His tone was genuinely apologetic, he really hadn't meant to hurt Wes. But Wes seemed pretty good at hiding what he was truly feeling, so Jonah wasn't even sure if he had hurt him. Truthfully, Jonah just wanted to pull the younger male into his arms and kiss him again. But this time, not pull away and look as if Wes had just turned into a monster. But he restrained himself. He didn't want to do it if Wes didn't want it, the other male could tell him to shove off and not come near him again. "I should probably go get changed." he said quietly, but made no move to leave.
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Post by Myssi on Jan 17, 2011 21:10:52 GMT
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Wes felt like with every step he took, he was dropping a bit of himself behind. His control was starting to slip away like sand between his fingers, and his composure was not something he allowed himself to lose, not willingly at least. Already, he wished he was in his dorm so that he could call Scarlett. There would be crying, but he thought it might be Scarlett to shed tears first. Wes prefered only Gemma and the her'd company during his times of intense loss.
His gait faltered when Jonah began to speak, and his head turned slightly, a glint in his eye as he watch Jonah carefully out of the corner of his eye. Hope was trying to rise in his chest, but he roughfully pushed it down. However, as Jonah started his explanation, Wes turned to face him, his eyes guarded.
However, the boy did respond to Jonah's description of his father's reaction to his being gay. There was an arrogent lift to his chin, a flash of pride and protectiveness crossing his mahoghany gaze, his shoulders straightening defiantly. "One problem, though." He told the taller male, a gruff edge to his accent that wasn't normally in the emotionless tone. "Lynching is against the law. I have a problem with people who break the law." He shivered slightly when he noticed how close, so very near to him this handsome figure was. Of course, as soon as he'd noticed this, Jonah was shifting away, and Wes had to stop himself from moving closer to the teen again.
"It's not a problem, Jonah." He lowered his eyes now. This was where it got personal, where he'd have to watch himself. "It gets easier. Accepting it. Eventually, you learn that there's a way to hide your feelings. Your emotions. I'm not going to recommend that path, though. You get used to it. Then, when someone you like comes along, someone who might actually be good for you, you're so used to being this hollow person that you don't know what to do with yourself. So, you hide behind the person you are, and you forget what you used to be."
Wes now could finally look at Jonah as the boy said about changing, and he felt the need to voice his thoughts, and quickly. "I'm used to being gay. but, I'm not a person who likes to dance around a bush either, so, I'm going to just say it outright. I'm welcome to a relationship right now. One with you. But, I don't want to force one on you. And, I'd rather get the heartache over quickly so that I can get the horses saddled up for a week long trip into the woods to find my composure." He said, not meaning to slip the joke in there, or the slight sarcasm that went with it.
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Post by Sync on Jan 17, 2011 22:48:30 GMT
CAUSING PROBLEMS MAKES YOU FAMOUS [/SIZE] ALLTHIS VIOLENCE MAKESASTATEMENT[/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He looked up from his feet at Wes's tone, his expression questioning. He couldn't keep the slight smirk pulling at his lips when the other male spoke, but offered no words in reaction. The smirk did increase when he watched the shiver run through Wes. His expression fell back to serious, but there was a spark of pleasure lighting up his blue oracles. He didn't like that Wes lowered his eyes though, disappointment flooding his handsome features. He listened closely to what the male had to say, biting down on his lip as he did so. It was pretty obvious this was relating to Wes himself, and it made Jonah shuffle a little. It wasn't because he was uncomfortable, he was preventing himself from going to wrap his arms around the lithe male.
Wes finally looked up to meet Jonah's eyes, and Jonah smiled crookedly. His words sent a shiver of pleasure running along his spine, and he even smiled at Wes's joke. Pondering the best way to answer the questioning, he decided quickly on the best answer. Taking enough steps so that he was now almost pressed up against the younger male, he wrapped his arms around Wes and captured his lips for his own. He didn't pull away, he didn't freeze up. He actually pulled Wes as close to him as humanly possible without them forming into one being. This time it felt right. There wasn't the same panic that had been when he first kissed Wes, but there was obvious lust being channeled through it. An almost hunger. He finally pulled away, his breathing heavy. "Does that answer your question?" he asked breathlessly, smiling impishly. He didn't release Wes from his arms though, he wanted to keep him close. He'd wasted too much time beating himself up about liking Wes, and now he could do it freely. He couldn't get rid of the niggling feeling in the back of his mind though, telling him that he may have just jumped into the deep end.
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Myssi
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Mischief managed.
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Post by Myssi on Jan 17, 2011 23:17:06 GMT
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Wes regarded the male warily as Jonah stepped so close to him, unsure of the taller's intentions, his body stiffening in an alert, protective nature. He knew he liked Jonah, but instinct warned him of the actions....
Until the arms wrapped aorund him, gentle, and lips crushed against his. immediately, he allowed himself to respond, as though he was worried of history repeating itself. He pressed back against Jonah, allowing his frame to melt into the older boy. He felt a slight growl of possessiveness grow in his chest, as he moved his arms around Jonah's waist as well, brushing past the well muscled arms, feeling sparks ignite at the feel of his unprotected skin. Then, Jonah broke the kiss, and Wes cocked an eyebrow at the taller as their eyes met again. "It did." He replied, drawing up his frame a little more. "But I didn't say I was done." He captured Jonah's lips now, a bit more gently than before. It was a chaste kiss, and it wasn't quite as long.
He pulled away, dropping his chin onto Jonah's chest and looking up at him mischieviously, but as calmly and collected as usual. His face, while not openly expressive, now held a hint of relaxtion, trust beginning to ebb up as well. Like a puppy. Of course, Wes would had scoffed at the description.
The seventeen year old seemed content to stay and let Jonah cradle him for as long as he desired. Well, close to that long. He'd need to eat sometime. And Gemma would cause chaos if dinner was not served promptly on time. But, he was certain he had some time to just rest in Jonah's embrace, and allow himself to relax. He didn't often lower his guard.
This was so differant from Jackson. He had liked Jackson, yes, but Jonah was... something else entirely. Wes felt the urge to protect this immense male. To protect him like a fox protects it's den.
And, there was the issue of Jonah's father, something Wes would deal with accordingly. He didn't enjoy hurting people, but he would if need be. If the man so much as rose a finger at his new love, Wes would more of less explode, give or take some of the extremes that came with explosions. Radiation protective units may be on the list of emergancy services called.
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