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 Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 9:16 pm
He sighed, leaning back a bit just watching the smaller male squirm in his lap. Which wasn't that great of an idea because as Mica put it. Two teen males together in a bath, one sitting on the other. Naked. Weiyuan couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.
The mind was willing but the body is weak. At least right now it was. He had climaxed twice within a few moments and now he was in this heat. He sighed again, letting his body relax. He looked at Mica once more, noticing his hands had somehow repositioned themselves at the same area.
It was no good Mica. He was an S&T student. Analyzing things were his forte. Quick speech. Bright blush. Squirming. The need to hide something.
The devil inside him smirked.
He leaned closer to his Micafly, a hand carefully placed on the boy's wrists. He positioned his lips near the boy's ear and slowly whispered,
"...Is there a problem..."
Lick.
"...I can help you with..."
Suck.
"...Micafly?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 9:50 pm
As soon as Weiyuan's lips touched Micajah's skin the boy quickly jumped up and backed away from the other teen, a look of confusion and pain mixed in his eyes. One of his hands moved up to his ear and touched it, the strange feeling that lingered there making him uneasy.
God, how stupid can I be?
Hadn't Weiyuan done something like this before, with trying to kiss him at least? Once again Micajah had assumed because the other teen had a boyfriend he was safe, but it still didn't seem the case. Was he really that interested in Micajah, or was Weiyuan just that horny?
That troubled him, but what troubled him most was that it...didn't feel that bad, Weird, sure, but not disgusting.
"Wei . . . "
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 10:11 pm
And there he went again.
"Nah....Micafly we shouldn't get into these situations anymore. I have bad resistance."
He could see the other's thoughts in his eyes. He leaned back even more, sinking in the water up to his nose, a hand in his hair.
Yes he's done this before. And yes he said they were probably better off as friends. But really...Wei had no resistance when it came to sexual situations. Thus why he had sex in a public place with a man who's sexual drive got Wei into melting mode.
But still No. He technically didn't have a boyfriend. Even though he slept with Marcus, and made out with Marcus, and even hung out with lovey dovey faces with Marcus he didn't have any emotional attachments to him. He didn't really know where his emotions were at the moment, but they certainly didn't belong to Marcus. At least not right now, he didn't know if that would happen ever really.
Opening his eyes, he looked at the shocked blonde. He didn't know what exactly to say. It was a wonderful friendship but.....at this rate this was going to happen everytime they met.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 11:07 pm
Micajah took this time to back a little more near the corner of the tub, his body and stomach cooling as the situation he was in hit him more and more. He was stupid, this was stupid. Didn't he himself have a boyfriend? One that probably would not be pleased to know he was naked in a bathtub with another guy?
Well, Micajah didn't know for sure if Cane was the jealous type (he didn't seem it) and he didn't know if he'd ever tell him (he probably wouldn't), but why didn't he think of things like this before? It was always after the fact that his brain kicked in and told him what he should have been thinking about all along.
"You say that, but then we probably won't see each other again. I only find you in situations like this."
His tone was slightly humorous, but really true as well. The only time that the two hadn't met where Wei was doing something sexual was during the fire; having sex during that would have really been out of place, not to mention...very odd. The Halloween party couldn't really be counted since both boys were dressed like women, though both had two very different reasons for doing so.
"Also I.. . .well. I'm stupid for going along with all of this when...well..."
Come on, say it. Say it.
"I'm with Cane."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 11:13 pm
Uhhhhhhhhhh
What?
Micafly actually scored a boyfriend? Oh....right....that one time. His heart didn't belong to him....oh right yeah...
So......it was Cane huh?
The tall dark and handsome guy.
Didn't think that was Mica's type....
...
The brunette blew bubbles in the water, blinking and looking at the boy.
What was he supposed to say?
Blink.
Sit up.
"Uhm....I'm technically not with Marcus."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 5:41 pm
"It sure looked like you two were something to me."
As far as Micajah really cared or knew, sexual actions were only to be committed between people who were in love with one another and pretty much only wanted to be with one another. People doing things out of lust didn't seem to make much sense, but then again he whole knowledge on this was skewed. His father never dated after his mother died, at least as far as he could recall, and the occasional person he saw never spoke of any of this.
"But then again, you seem the type to want to be that way with everyone. I...I honestly can't be attractive, right?"
Micajah was probably digging his own grave or leaving Wei to think he was fishing for compliments, but the blond really was confused. He often wondered why Cane liked him (he never said, to his memory) and now that this older Chinese teen had come on to him [twice] he thought he needed to know.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 6:12 pm
He guessed to onlookers that, yes, it did seem like he and Marcus were a couple. But at the same time he couldn't really give his heart to Marcus. Any real commitment to a relationship between them was for the most part sexual, though he was sure Marcus did have a crush on him. He didn't have one back.
Did that make him a slut?
Probably yes.
But then again, he already was one...
He blinked at Micafly, one brown eyebrow raising up into his wet bangs. 'The type to want to be that way with everyone'........what.......did that mean.....?
Wei didn't want to know really.
He was a sexual being! He couldn't help it if his first boyfriend was a sex fiend! And thus turned him into a sex fiend...and that he learned that he actually had some charm and good looks and...Oh it was complicated.
Though the other eyebrow soon joined his twin as Mica asked that question. He couldn't be attractive?! That's preposterous. Weiyuan did not go for unattractive people! It was a fact. Also, because he was sure Shinkami didn't even have any unattractive people.
He chuckled a bit, before lifting a hand out of the water and pointing at him. "That. That's what makes you so attractive." Micafly had just started digging his own grave.
The brunette paddled across to where the smaller youth stood and kneeled before him, wrapping his tanned arms around those pale hips. Not that he minded he face was pretty damn close to Mica's crotch, he was used to that (well not on Mica but other guys...).
"You have a natural attraction that you obviously just don't know. You're personality is so likable, I doubt you could have an enemy even if you wanted one. So sweet, so cute..." One hand slithered it's way up the pale landscape of flesh, his fingers barely brushing against the boy's chin. "Hair like golden wheat in the summer and eyes that shimmer like citrine jewels in the light...a smile that like a light to moths...No, I don't think you have any idea of how attractive you really are..." He sighed, snuggling into the boy, closing his eyes for a bit. Romantic gestures like these...nah, he doubt he could do these sorts of things everyday.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 6:40 pm
As soon as Wei started to move towards him Micajah backed up as best he could, though the sides of the tub prevented him from getting out unless he wanted to risk falling. While he could most likely endure the pain he really didn't want to be fully naked in front of Weiyuan, and falling meant he would be hurt and therefore vulnerable. So instead he just backed as far as he could, though his body protested with his hands pushing on Weiyuan's shoulders as the older boy grabbed around his waist.
GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF.
"Wei, ge-"
He stopped mid sentence as Weiyuan went on about how attractive Micajah was, using words to describe him that made his face turn three shades of red. He hoped he was feeling dizzy because of the heat in the tub and not because he was getting complimented by a naked teen male; that would lead to extreme awkwardness later, even worse then now.
"I think you should save words like that for a girl, you know? Or that one person, Marcus, the guy who was screwing you. I mean...I...well, it's flattering, but I..."
He stammered, his hands still trying to slightly push Weiyuan away. Micajah really didn't like how he was holding him or touching him, but the older teen was stronger and a bit heavier in terms of mass. . .not to mention he was barely pushing. He couldn't find it in him to be violent, even when in a situation he didn't want.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 7:27 pm
Wei let the blushing boy go with a chuckle, he settled for floating in the warm water, just letting the heat relax him. "I would save them for a girl if it wasn't for Marcus, though Marcus doesn't really like fluff like that. He prefers dirty talk." Especially someplace dark where it was he who seducing the other.
Marcus didn't like the fluff. He wasn't a romantic person. As long as they've known each other he was sure that the most romantic thing Marcus ever did was hold his hand. It was a lusty relationship that, if it had been a real relationship, probably wouldn't last long. He chanced another glance at Mica, chuckling once more. "You're so cute when you're flustered."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 7:55 pm
". . . being flustered is no good, it means you can't control yourself. In order to present yourself to others you need to be strong and calm no matter what is going on. To be flustered means I've...got a long way to go."
Micajah's cheeks pinked again with another of Wei's comment, though he was glad to have been let go, and he slowly turned his back with the intention of getting out. Showing his back seemed safer then showing his front, for several modesty reasons, as well it was awkward to try and back out of things.
When he turned, however, his large scar came in to view for the first time. His hair or the tub had been blocking it from the sight of the other teen in the tub, though it now stood out for full view. The scar was large, moving from his hip across his back, the shape so eerie in resembling a butterfly in its shape. It moved as he moved, fluttering.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 8:10 pm
He continued to float around, the words of the blonde not fully reaching him. He did get that the boy didn't like being flustered and at the he chuckled. He imagined that Micafly would have a hard time getting over that, he was easy to get flustered.
The heated pool took away the aches in his body. It was so nice to actually have a warm pool to just lie in. He didn't enjoy these sorts of things often, it wasn't his sort of thing. But feeling his hair fan out around him, its weight negated, that was nice. Real nice...he might just have to come back here sometime.
The brunette opened his eyes, turning his head towards the sounds of moving water. He hadn't realized that he had turned so much. Ah...The thoughts in his head stopped, his eyes locked on that scar.
Scars...he remembered when he first saw Rylenn's scars. They entranced him. From that moment he knew that he had some odd fascination (or was it a fetish?) for scars. He turned slowly, letting his curtain lay against his shoulders. He paddled slowly to him, as softly as he could manage, getting close to the blonde. There it was again...that trance.
He lifted a hand, his lower lip curled between his teeth, his heart was beating faster than it was a few moments ago. Scars...they just...
Weiyuan's fingers fluttered to the pale flesh, landing with a butterfly's grace. He wanted to touch them....trace them....with his fingers, his lips, his tongue...
A shuddering breath left the teen, that breath feeling warm to even him. ".......can I...." What? He didn't know what he wanted to do to those scars but...something...he wanted to do....something.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 8:20 pm
The blond jumped the moment he felt a fingertip land on his back, Micajah's shoulders tense as his body registered the sensation. He was probably just very ticklish to begin with, his nerves only dulled from the accident that had given him the very same scar Weiyuan was touching, and Micajah peered over his shoulder with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Can you what? You're already touching me, if that's what you were going to ask, and it seems a bit late now for you to be asking me my permission to do things to me."
There was a slight hint of annoyance in Micajah's voice, a small pouted frown on his lips, because despite behind shocked and flustered to the point he couldn't really think straight. . . he was still a stickler for some type of manners. All children had manners, so naturally people older than him should have good manners. To go around touching someone without asking and then touch them again but ask that time, it seemed kind of redundant and null.
"I...I really don't like my scar. I mean, it serves to remind me what magic can do, but it also still shows that I'm too weak to refuse requests from others. In the end, I only want to make people happy."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 8:40 pm
Magic. A magic-caused scar. He wondered....he wondered if they would taste different...
He was without words now.
No, he was without coherent thought now actually.
He hands were soft as they traced the scar, but with each stroke they were growing more and more firm. Pale flesh, unscarred, it was soft, pliable. But those marks, those actual marks. They were smooth, still supple like the rest of this boy.
They...
They....
they drove him insane!
His mind cried out an apology as his hands grasped the other's hips, bringing that body closer to him. Glazed orbs of grey swept over the design, his mind etching it into his mind. He could feel his breathing becoming faster, each breath warmer than the last. He felt hot. Really hot.
He wanted...
Needed...
Needed to...
Lips crashed against the scar. Kissing and licking the pattern. The texture of the scar beneath his tongue, the feel of marred versus unmarred flesh against his lips. It was driving him mad!
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 4:37 pm
No.
That was the sole thought in Micajah's mind as his body reacted without thinking, the action a violent blow that was hardly fitting for the passive-aggressive and generally calm teenager. As soon as he felt something that was not a hand touch his back, touch the scar he hated, his elbow moved and contacted against Weiyuan. It jarred the older teen back enough and gave the blond the freedom he needed to move, pulling himself quickly from the tub.
His feet contacted onto the floor with a slight skid, his body wet, but he did his best to keep his balance as he ran towards the door that would let him out. It may have been locked, he wasn't sure if that had occurred, so when he reached it he pulled heavily to see if it would open.
Getting out, get out, getting out.
Micajah's nature was to try to tolerate anything, it was a lesson for him to get better as well as something of an order, but even he had to draw lines when he felt...dirty.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 5:00 pm
The brunette was brought back to reality with a firm pain in his nose. He let go, splashing back in the water. He floated a bit, blood trickling from his nose into the water. Slowly he sat up, feeling dizzy. Tired, hot, and now bleeding. He deserved it because he...he....
He did it again.
He lost control. He ruined a friendship. He proved to the world that yes he was a horrible person. A horrible, horrible slut. Venomous words sounded in his head as he berated himself. God, he just...he just couldn't believe himself sometimes.
Tear filled eyes looked at the boy struggling at the door. Slowly, he stepped out of the bath, moving unsteadily towards him. He stalled, picking up one of the robes. He felt something down his face, didn't know what. Wasn't even in the right mind to care what it was. He draped the robe around the blonde's shoulders, reaching past those furious hands and undoing the lock. "...........sorry......."
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