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 Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 8:24 pm
-Lucas Grey & Eet Alvey-Leblanc-
Lucas had merely continued a glaring contest with Conor before ignoring him for his girlfriend. Really, Keith, although he stabbed his best friend, he had to tolerate. It was his girlfriend's brother! Now Conor... well he could choke and die right now and he wouldn't care. So in his side, Alanis would never get that fantasy. But he could offer to find another attractive blond! In another dimension, or when the boy got a clue. Lucas smiled at that little comment, giving her a kiss on the head in return. "We don't look that much alike hun." By the love of the Goddess they did NOT. And let lighting hit him before that was true. The male gave a hand to whatever minimal request Alanis gave him, and ushered her to her seat, which she would leave soon enough, before taking the seat next to hers... hopefully farthest from the two, mostly Conor.
It was an impulse thing... Yeah that was what it was. At least the boy was all right and-Eet frowned as the oven was shut. The child couldn't do much but attempt to paw at the door. Oh yeah, it was stuck. After a few seconds of pawing, Eet gave up and scurried back, staying in the middle of the oven. Oh it did fit, enough to sit like a frog in place. "...Eep..." All right, it fit... now could Eet be let out?
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 3:58 pm
  ..Did Eet fit? John couldn't tell! He kept squinting at the little window in the door, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he squished his face up against it.. But, he couldn't see it! The boy pushed himself back from the window, spitting on the ground as he realized sticking his tongue out while pushing his face against the window didn't give him much choice but to taste it. Ovens didn't taste good at all. He shook his head and went back to his current problem – when he remembered that there was a switch! If a switch turned on his bedroom's lights, then a switch on an oven must turn on the oven's light! But.. he stared up at the row of knobs above the door's handle. ..Which one was right..? Uh.. He stood on his tip toes and began to grab at random knobs and switches, pulling, turning, tugging, and doing whatever he could until – aha! The boy's hand finally smacked against a switch and suddenly he could see inside the oven to Eet~ He waved at it before he heard Quentin speaking – ah..
He would have let Eet stay inside the oven, unknowingly letting it be practically cooked alive considering he had switched it on during his fuss earlier, but.. He needed to go get Quin! But he couldn't leave Eet behind~! So, before the oven could start to heat up beyond a subtle warmth, John had yanked the oven door back down and dragged Eet out, leaving it open while they headed off to Quentin. Ah, daddy will be very proud of him that he figured out Eet fit in the oven! “Quin! Quin! Daddy said to see where Eet fit so I'm seeing where Eet fit and Eet fits in the oven – I figured it out all by myself!” He shouted excitedly as he eventually found Quentin by the bottom of the stairs. He dropped Eet's arm and smiled at him, “I fell, but I didn't cry – right, Eet?” Not that he remembered, at least. Never mind the tear-stained cheeks and still somewhat red nose, if John didn't remember it, then it couldn't have happened.
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Forgetful b***h. Why else would they be at her house if not to eat? Conor kept it to himself as he followed after the blond, mostly because Keith was following and not because he really wanted to see the woman's irritatingly similar kitchen or something. Oh, no, not at all – it was just creepy and he didn't like it. In fact, the only reason why he wasn't considering burning the place down was because he knew it would destroy their home too. However much of a passion Conor had for setting their homes on fire when he was younger, Conor wasn't so stupid as to try that s**t again. Nope, he liked his home, even if Alanis and Lucas had the same thing. They really didn't deserved this place.. He frowned as he saw the kitchen Keith seemed to like more than himself was too a replica, although it was more.. uh, he didn't know what to say. It was just blatantly obvious that a female was working in it rather than a sexy guy like Keith. Yeah, sounded better. There were less knives – Keith did love his knives – and it looked like they kept the flowers that Conor had trashed the second he saw. Some colorful carpet, a basket or two of fruit left out to snack on or for decoration that Keith and Conor had both ditched because Eet kept stealing it, plus the floors were like.. ******** sparkly cleaned. Their kitchen wasn't the dump they used to live in, but it wasn't this scrubbed either..
He gave a look to Keith to see if he got the same creepy sensation Conor was getting or not when Alanis spoke directly to him. By name. Did anyone but Keith and Blaire ever do that? “Uh..” He gave a perplexed look as she went on – had he.. ever met Alanis before? Not enough for her to actually recognized him, he hoped, but, she – oh, she did ******** not. Conor outright glared at the woman, then over to Keith as he chuckled at it – he didn't look anything like ******** Lucas! Sure, they were blond, sure, they were both around the same age, but that was it. “Yeah,” He said in perhaps the first agreement he had ever had with Lucas ever. “I'm bigger.” He gave a pointed look at Lucas – what did he mean by that~? Oh, who else but Lucas would know that answer. For now, he would stick with him being more muscular or something. Yeah, he still wasn't ever admitting he touched that. Not even to Keith. Before he could catch Lucas's expression, he went to the table to sit next to Keith and as far from.. the other two as he could get. He wasn't sure if it was Lucas or Alanis he was avoiding, but both seemed to be the safest bet so far. He went back to his quiet state, not wanting to start a conversation after Alanis said that, and simply getting himself as much roast beef as he could manage. Hey, may as well make the visit worth something.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 6:15 am
”Good Job, John!” The boy exclaimed when his brother said that he had done something all by himself… that didn’t happen very often that John did stuff all by himself… Oh well, he ha had figured out where Eet fitted and that was… wait, what? Quentin… really didn’t know what to think of all that. It was a bit confusing. Why would his father want to know where Eet fit? He was pretty sure that it was a given that Eet fitted everywhere and if it didn’t… well, there was ways to make it fit there. It had seemed like the unspoken convention in the house up until now… Could it be that there were places were Eet couldn’t fit? Well, if they were, it obviously wasn’t the in the oven, it was large enough to even fit John, so Eet would have fit there too. ”You tried the top of the fridge?” He asked, pointing toward the freezer part of the refrigerator. It was smaller than the oven and the logical step after somewhere hot would be somewhere cold, right?
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On the other side of the duplex, where no one was being shoved into ovens, even thought this was probably currently being wished a lot by almost everyone but Alanis, the dinner was being served. Oh, no, it’s not because everything was on the table that it had been served! Alanis had to personally cut the slices of meat and put it, along with vegetable and bread on each individual plate and serve it to her guess and husband! What kind of proper house-wife to be would she be if she didn’t do that much? ”Oh, well~ If you two says so, I suppose I’m mistaken, but I still believe you do look alike, no matter how much bigger you are, Conor!” Of course, she had no idea of the innuendo behind that size thing. Strange how for the first time sex was implied, Alanis didn’t think about it. Oh, sometime things were just weir like that. ”So tell me! How’s the meal? I hope I cooked it right…” She told them in fake modesty as soon as the plates were served. She knew full well that her meal was, like her, perfect.
Keith didn’t take any notice of it all, being just as oblivious as his sister about the whole Leila’s incident that Conor and Lucas had went through, which was a good thing for both of them because Keith would just have made fun of it until he died. As soon as a plate was set in front of him, he grabbed his knife and cut himself a slice of meat, whishing oh, so badly that it didn’t tasted that good. Unfortunately for him, the moment it touched his tongue, he knew that Alanis had done it to perfection. Again. Damn her. ”It could use a bit more terragon…” Like hell he was going to tell her it was perfect! He had gotten closer to his sister thought the last two years, but he still wouldn’t suck as low as to admit to her perfection, at least, not sarcastically. He gave Conor a side look, indicating him that, whatever how he liked that meal, he was better not give a full praise of it and better never say to Keith that his sister was a better cook than him… well… If Conor was smart enough to catch on that look, that is.
”So, tell me! What do you do for work, Conor? You own the inn, don’t you? Tell us about it! Do you often ear people having intercourse in their rooms? Newlywed couples, perhaps?” Oh yes, Alanis would always be there to ask the right questions like that. Well, dammit if it brought the room into awkwardness, she was running out of hints to give Lucas!
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:30 pm
-Lucas Grey & Eet Alvey-Leblanc-
For a few seconds, Lucas would concentrate only on the food his lovely girlfriend prepared. Everything was done to perfection, even her. Then again, when wasn't that the case? She looked lovely today, albeit a little over the top, in his mind of course because Alanis was always just right. He had started taking a few bites from his food, enjoying the meal for oh, three seconds. Why? Well Conor had spoken and Lucas raised his head slightly to glare at him. That... that... If Lucas cursed he would probably go with, that mother*****! But, he would be mature and simply glare daggers at him. Right as he swallowed a bite, Alanis chimed in on that little comment, which left him choking for a few seconds before he caught himself and took a small sip of his drink, finally composing himself. That was just wrong. Wrong to hear, and wrong to relive. Not even his therapist had gotten the full details of that night... because he had been damn close to getting a hypnotist or something to make him forget. Thankfully the mention of food saved what little innocence his mind still had and he smiled at his beloved. "It is perfect honey. Just perfect" nodded the male as he continued to eat. Newlyweds? That must be nice... Ah ignorance truly was bliss.
What was that smell? It was kind of odd... and it's clothes felt really warm. The oven... it was a strange place. But not strange enough to care for it after John pulled Eet out, and dragged off by him once again. The child was used to this, it was John's pet. Sure it wasn't aware of that, but regarded John as something important and nice so it usually tagged along with him. When it didn't, well Eet simply scurried to it's corner and everyone forgot about it. Once John spoke, Eet could be seen nodding ever so slowly at what happened. Oven and pain... sounds about right. It also sounded at what was next to happen. The third adoptive child was scrawny and tiny. If it didn't fit easily at some point, someone would just make it a pretzel and stuff it somewhere. However the fridge wasn't what Eet expected. "Meep?" questioned child after looking up at the being called a fridge. How would it get up there? Was it warm too? Or most likely cold... How was Eet supposed to know? Meanwhile it would just munch on it's own almost-burned sleeve. Eet was just here to be used after all. Cause really... how could it get up there? Using a chair? Being tossed like ball? Or cannoned up there? Then again one could probably crawl? Or jump?
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 9:16 pm
He shook his head, “No! I didn't!” Oh, smart Quentin! Always thinking of places John couldn't ever think of no matter how hard he tried! If he was a different person, he may have been a little irritated that his glow of pride was mashed up like boiled potatoes with Quentin proving himself smarter once again, but John couldn't possibly do that! He was just filled with admiration instead! “Eet, Eet!” He called eagerly out as he looked over to the brunette, grabbing it's hand and dragging it off back to the kitchen before any response could be made. “Let's fit you up there!” He pointed up to the freezer with a nod at the other, glancing over to Quentin to see if he was following or not. He wouldn't blame him if he didn't follow – after all, a smart kid like Quentin must have had much better things to do! So, he simply looked back to the fridge in thought. ..How did he get Eet up there? ..It couldn't climb very well.. and it was too high for even John to reach!
“Hm..” ..Oh! He smiled as he got an idea and went to stand behind Eet, “I'm gonna push you up! Okay? ” He nodded again as if that was enough agreement for him to continue on – which it was! Otherwise, he wouldn't have put his hands on it's back and pushed as hard as he could towards the fridge and up~! ..Unfortunately, John wasn't quite strong enough to pick Eet up just yet, so once he shoved it against the fridge and started to try to move it up, it really did nothing more than lift it an inch and.. continue to push it into the fridge with every step and grunt he took. Not that he noticed with his eyes squeezed shut in concentration like they were..
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Oh, yeah, that's right~ Conor grinned at Lucas maliciously as Alanis accepted his comment so easily. Now, he wasn't so slow as to believe that Alanis honestly thought they were talking about their dicks there, but he knew Lucy sure as hell would be that stupid. So, he was still just as cocky (pun fully intended) about it as he finished serving himself as much meat as he could pile onto his plate. He only shrugged at Alanis as the woman asked about her cooking, hardly caring much whether it was burned, raw, or roasted to perfection – food was food! Unless it was seafood or pork. Then, ********, if someone screwed it up, he would spend the week bitching at them about it until they fixed it.. which was a ******** hard thing to do. Seafood and pork was almost as holy as John Wayne was! Screwing it up was a mortal sin and he'd be damned if he forgave someone for doing that! ..The importance he held on the food could be attributed to several things, but, whatever the cause, there was something made certain by it. This was probably why John had been putting on the pounds, not that Conor would ever let anyone point it out. ******** them all, John was his to criticize.
“Eh.” He shrugged at Alanis after swallowing a bite, figuring that whatever Keith said had to be right. It wasn't like he had much of an opinion on roast beef, after all. But, if Lucas thought it was 'perfect', then it had to be ******** messed up in some way. The whole tarragon s**t would just have to fit as the reason why. He continued to eat it regardless of faults, though, and only made any other noise when Alanis asked him something directly. ..Damn it, why couldn't she focus her attention on Keith? He was her goddamned brother! Or Lucas! Lucas was her thing! He was just a stranger tagging along for food! “..No. No one in the inn could get ******** any.” He said after a pointed bite to hold off on answering what would probably be considered a strange question.. if Conor socialized with more than just Keith and the occasional customer. For all he knew, asking if one could hear someone ******** or not was probably as normal as talking about the weather. “There's some ugly pink-haired slut, a redheaded c**t, a ******** dried-up, old – uh.” ..Was he about to insult Judith? To her daughter? ..Yeeaah, Conor was shutting his mouth. He took another bite and muttered as he chewed, “Yeah, ugly bitches. Most of them.” Not that he would specify who wasn't the ugly b***h, which meant Conor still got out on top~!
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 8:59 pm
Not unsurprisingly, the rest of the evening continued in perfect silence as Conor and Lucas kept staring at each other, giving silent death treat trough the use o their eyes, just daring the other to speak a word about what had happened 3 years ago with the certain pink haired woman that had made them molest each other in shame, disgrace and humiliation. On the other side of the table, Keith and Alanis were a little less silent, with the girl talking about how everything was about that night was perfect and Keith showing her everything that was not perfect about that evening. In other words, everything was exactly as it would have been exepted to happen, with one slight little detail: Keith was now sure that Conor and Lucas had slept together! Why else would Conor not be a douche like he always was? Oh, but Keith knew better than just let it out and ruin the perfect relation he was in. No, instead, he would keep it for himself until a day where he needed to make Conor feel guilty…. Or a day where he wouldn’t feel like being the bottom in their bed.
After the dinner was over, both men returned to their side of the duplex as Alanis cleaned everything after putting Lucas to bed… Yes, Alanis was putting Lucas to bed, making sure he wear his cute turtle pijamas and then tucked him in… Back to the other side of the duplex, the first thing Conor andKeith did where Grabbing John and Quentin and shoving them in their room, telling them to go to bed, with much less love than Alanis did for Lucas, have sex, watch some TV, find Eet in the freezer, took it out, grabbed a beer or two, watch more tv, went to bed, had more sex and finally, slept.
The End
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 10:35 pm
Foul mood? Wet? ...Yeeeep, that was about the perfect explanation for what Conor looked like when he finally made it home from work, his hair stuck to his cheeks and forehead, while his shirt – because Conor didn't know that there would be a damned storm considering he didn't like to read the ******** paper and, as a result, didn't bring a coat – was doused through and through. Being a white button-up.. yeah, he had doubts he'd ever wear it again with John on laundry duty that week. It would probably go the way of Keith's apron – speaking of which.. Conor, who had slammed the door shut with some muttered insult at the doorknob for looking particularly gay that evening, had turned to look at the kitchen to see said pink apron donned on the man. Ah, what a lovely thing to brighten his mood~ It always made him laugh whenever he saw it, although this time it only summoned a smirk and quiet snicker before he turned back to his usual mood. He shook his hair out of loose water and walked to behind Keith to slip his arms around him – mostly 'cause he was warm and Conor was cold right then.
“..Dude,” He said after a moment of thought, “can you blow-?” He stopped as that smell finally hit him – seafood~? If the pink apron didn't completely cheer him up, then the sweet smell of little fishies from the sea cooking in the air had him full-blown happy. He removed his arms from the other and backed up, not wanting to disturb him, but.. He didn't want to go either. So, he simply went to hovering around the other, peering at the food as it was prepared and trying to find an opening to take some, but.. the knife had him retracting his hand everytime he made any attempt. “Dude, dude – when's this gonna be done? Now? ..Now? Can I have some? I'm ******** having some. Can I have some now? When's it gonna be done again? ********, this is taking forever.” He said after his third attempt and during his fourth try before outright just giving up. Damned knife.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 11:24 pm
When Conor finally spoke, Keith wasn't surprised that he was asking for a b*****b. First of all, this was Conor that was talking, and Conor asked for a b*****b for every occasion. Waking up, eating breakfast, punishing the kids, going to work, working, coming back from working, being cold, being too hot, being wet, being too dry, hell, even being perfectly fine was a thing to celebrate with a b*****b! So of course, Keith was expecting him to ask or one. That, however, didn't stop him from rolling his eyes when Conor did. He went to answer him, to tell him to just wait a minute so he was done cutting that piece of fish and that he would be more than happy to... well, to make him happy, but then Conor transformed into a 5 years old... thing that he did pretty often if one was to pay attention, but rarely with Keith. Still, the man thought that it was kinda cute and didn't minded it... that much. As long as it wasn't for everything and everyday, Keith didn't have anything to complain about it. Just a little quirk about Conor's personality that made him Conor. Hey, if he had been able to stand Keith cutting him up every now and then, Keith could stand his childish persona as often.
He dropped the knife that he was using to cut his fish, setting it up on the wooden cutting board (he should take note to buy a plastic one for fish) and turned around on himself, not facing Conor who was still holding him, and having his back against the counted. "You have to chose. If I blow you dinner will have to wait and if I finish it, then you'll have to wait for you blow. Can't have both.", he told his boyfriend with a smirk on his lips. He raised his hands up to Conor's face, after making sure to dry them up on his apron, he wouldn't want to put any fish juice - on second thought, Conor would probably like that.. Oh well, to late now. Point was, Keith moved some of Conor's wet hair that had stick on his face away. "God... you look like a drowned puppy. Are you okay?", he asked him with genuine worries in his voice. There was only three people in the world that would make him actually worry for them. Quentin, because dammit, he was his chance to an early retirement, Conor and, strangely enough, Bela. There would be Yoakim too, but he knew that his brother could deal with his own problems. Conor, on the other hand... Well, dammit, he needed Keith to look after him! Three years ago he had dropped everything he had been doing to take care of him, so Keith had to return the favour! Forever! It wasn't as much guilt as actual caring for the other man. That dark moment three years ago had just proven to him that he had to keep doing it and now he knew that Conor would be able to return the favour anytime that the situation asked for it, but for now, it was his job, dammit.
His hands slowly dragged down from the blonde boy's face to his shoulders and then finally his chest. Keith's eyes followed the movenent of his own hands and was now, literally checking out Conor, with all the worries gone. Funny how a sexy boy with a see-throught shirt could make worries disapear like that. He smirked at that, leaning in to kiss Conor on the lips, with his hands starting to unbutton the shirt. "Still, you need to remove it or you'll catch a cold or something.", he said as he slipped the shirt off him, The man's skin was cold, almost freezing under his touch. He wrapped his hands around Conor's shoulder, bringing him thight against him, trying to warm him up. His hands rubbing his back fast. "You're freezing! Here, have a shrimp." What had shrimps to do with warming up? Well, nothing. Keith was simply hopping that the taste of the seefood would be enough to make Conor forget that he was cold, and make him happy to finally 'have some". Keith's hand had went behind him into the bowl of food, quickly finding a shrimp even though he wasn't looking directly at it, grabbed in, and dropped it inside Conor's mouth. Hopefully, he'd love the mix taste of seafood and oranges.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 1:38 am
Heh, like Conor cared if he was 'cold and wet' to Keith – Keith was warm and Conor wouldn't have moved for anything in the world – unless it was seafood, hence why he had backed up in that previous post to bounce around like a child in excitement. What could he say? They didn't have seafood that much. ..Okay, they had seafood a good amount of time. ..Like, he didn't know, three or four times a week? But! It wasn't enough! He wanted it every single day, damn it, and ham! Oh, ********, yeah, ham and shrimp on a sandwich – he made a mental note to try it some other time, a note that would likely never get past the next few minutes as Conor sucked when it came to remembering passing thoughts. Especially ones that were about food. He hardly ever went into the kitchen for any reason outside of making fun of Keith's apron and then asking for some sort of sexual activity or asking for some sort of sexual activity. Yeah, there weren't really many scenarios that had him in there – why? Because he had learned long ago that him near an oven unsupervised wasn't the best of combinations. He got a little.. carried away and, frankly, he didn't want to burn the house down. Instead, he would let all his impulses and urges out on the barbeque grill he had in the back.
Anyway, all that aside, Conor was finally standing still, having given up the hope to steal some of the food or, rather, forgetting all about it as he found himself faced with a choice. A choice that he was sure every man had to face sometime in their life – something he had expected would come up sooner or later and, now, finally, he was to decide between them. A seafood salad or a b*****b. Well, it was more of waiting that was the decision, because he was going to get both either way – it was just whether he wanted to eat first or get blown off first. He frowned as the other continued on about how he couldn't have both – well.. He could so have both! He already had it in his head – Keith blowing him off as he prepared the food and then accidentally slipping and cutting off – OH, ********, ********, no, bad – BAD – thoughts there. He felt the urge to grab his manhood to make sure it was still there and felt his throat tighten – ah, the power of imagination. He would have to promise never to delve in it again unless it involved burning horses and John Wayne. Oh, burning the Tepes alive too. That was cool. Just.. not sex with living people. Yeah, he would rather keep it to the reality of things – not like he needed to imagine with Keith there~ ..Unless it was John Wayne. Then he so needed to imagine that and ******** anyone who told him he couldn't.
He was about to grab Keith by the shoulders and inform him how he knew he would have to wait in the most serious of voices in hopes to convey that a knife and his p***s would never ever be near eachother in any situation. He could handle it elsewhere sometimes, but.. yeeaaah. But, before he could finish the action, Keith had started to fret. Fret. Keith. Fretting. Over him. In a pink apron. It really was an odd thing to see and, all humor aside, it stopped him in his tracks in.. awe? He didn't know what it was, really, but it was something strange and tingly that he hardly knew how to react to. It was like when.. well, when Blaire had held him or scolded him for anything he knew was wrong, but hardly like to admit to. He would be damned if he said it – literally, comparing Keith to Blaire would just be like signing a death warrant or some s**t – but.. it was kind of awesome. It was confusing, yeah, but not the bad sort of confusion that pissed him off, because he honestly could figure out how to react to this one after a few seconds of thought. He was about to do it, too, but then – oh, yes, there was always a but – another sort of feeling came up that had him still staring dumbly at the other. ..At least this feeling wasn't anything bad. Not in any way was this ******** bad. In fact, it was awesome. Yeah, there was no word to describe it then full of awe – awe.. ful.. uh. Nevermind that – the fact remained that it was something he couldn't blame for freezing his brain again.
Orange-flavored shrimp. He was almost afraid to swallow it in case it went away, but the flavor.. ahh~ The flavor~ It was utter, complete bliss~ He would squeal if he wasn't a manly man that didn't ******** squeal – but, <********>, was that good s**t. He would take that over speed any day and with a past junkie even thinking something like that, it had to be some sort of compliment. Not at all enough to completely describe how delicious and completely perfect that shrimp was, but enough to at least give some kind of hint – the tip of the iceberg. Finally, after a few of the slowest yet most enjoyable chews in his life, Conor swallowed. He licked his lips free of any juices and sighed quietly, content for the next few seconds until he felt he wanted more. ..More that was in the pan right behind Keith who was busy unbuttoning his shirt. He scowled at the barrier as he really didn't want to move the guy, but he really, really wanted some more and, ********, it was annoying watching him unbutton the shirt. He rolled his eyes with one more button undone and took the guy's hands, moving them away before they could get to the next one. “Dude, it's easy.” He dropped his hands and gripped his shirt, one hand on each side, to pull the rest of the shirt apart roughly, letting the buttons either pop off or somehow manage to cling on with one tiny thread of string. ..Yeah, that happened to a lot of Conor's good shirts. What could he say? He got frustrated with the buttons at times and, rather than unbutton them all, he would.. tug a few off. To make it easier. It's not like anyone noticed.. or dared to.
That done, he shrugged off the shirt and deposited it safely on the floor in a crinkled mess. Oh, well, it was ruined now anyway, why not? “See? Now..” He looked at the food again and then back to Keith in consideration. Well, it tasted about done, didn't it? In fact, he was sure he had the best idea ever and, as he thought it, it was once again proof that his mental notes were hardly ever heeded even within the same moments he had them. Keith serves him the food now, he goes to get a cowboy hat, and then he blows Conor off while he's eating. Yes. That was the best ******** plan he had ever come up with and totally topped anything else he could have even pondered. What the ******** was he thinking earlier? No sex fantasies of Keith? Psh, Conor wasn't the brightest at times, was he? But.. now? Yeah. He was being pretty ******** smart! He opened his mouth to tell Keith just that when something else hit him and made him pause. Yes. Yes, Conor had another 'but' in mind and, this time, it was neither that pleasant tingly feeling or something as awesome as orange-flavored shrimp. It actually made those feelings suddenly forgotten and his gut wrench up in a sudden feeling of regret. For, as he shifted his toes in his shoes and felt the soaked socks in there squish under them, he remembered the last hurricane he had come home to Keith in years ago.
Keith had been concerned that time too, hadn't he? Ah, yeah, there it was – a fresh wave of guilt. It was like some part of him didn't think he could survive without his daily dosage and, just recently – like, that day – it had decided to up his dosage by a ******** lot. He hadn't felt this bad in a long time and he wasn't sure really what to do with it, not even seconds later. But, he knew what he wasn't going to do. “Uh, I can wait. ..Yeah, I'll go take a shower and you'll finish this, 'kay?” He said quickly, nodding slightly to agree with himself as he suggested it, “Don't need a cold – you'll.. uh, you're eating too, yeah? So, you can't.. yeah.” That probably didn't make much sense there, but, eh, it did to Conor. He paused to clear his throat and started to turn, but it felt entirely awkward to just leave the man with just that, especially with his eyes to the ceiling, then floor, then the left, right, and back onto the food.. basically, everywhere but the source of his current angst. Which was exactly why he couldn't leave right then. Keith shouldn't just be labeled as just his 'angst', even if it would be for just twenty minutes or so. To remedy that, he forced himself to look at Keith again, push his lips against the other, and reach behind Keith to grab another piece of shrimp before pulling back. “'Kay.” He popped the shrimp in his mouth and moved away from him to head off to the bathroom. There, now Keith was associated with shrimp and lips. Much better than 'angst source'.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 12:25 pm
Keith just couldn't help but to smirk when he noticed his boyfriend's expression when the blonde boy ate that shrimp. Yes, that was exactly the reaction he had been hopping for. He had been afraid that, in some awful twist of fate, the combination or seafood and citrus would have tasted horribly to the boy. Thankfully, his current orgasm-like face proved otherwise. "I take it you ******** like it?" Oh, was that even a question? Keith was almost surprise to no see him getting a hard-on right now from the taste of the food only. With a face like that, one would have believed so. Hell, for a moment, he was afraid Conor would have started to have sex right there on the counter. Oh yes, Keith was afraid to have sex! There was two reasons for that. First off, that would have ruined the food and he would had to start all over again from the beggining, and second of, the kdis were still in the living room and could see them anytime! No, Keith wasn't trying to hide from having sex in front of the miniature humans, like if that would have stopped them. No, it just happened that it was rather uncomfortable every time they did it. Kids staring at you was just creepy and he just plain didn't like it.
Strangely, however, Conor hadn't tried to get sex right now... nor had he complained about having to wait for the food or the sex or... or well, did anything that was remotely like an action Conor would have normally done. Keith stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, looking at his shirtless boyfriend (make it pantless now, not like he'd wait to be alone to remove everything) leaving to take a shower. This was... Odd. Very odd. Keith opened his mouth as to say something, but ended up simply opening and closing it in confusion, most like how fish gaping for air would have done. The ******** was wrong with Conor? He really had no idea. Everything was normal, ordinary, when suddenly, he had starting to act weird. ******** weird. He made a step to walk in the bathroom's direction to figure out what was wrong, but quickly changed his mind. No. Conor had said he wanted the food, so Keith would be doing the ******** food. It was almost done anyway. After that he could go see what was wrong with Conor. Because he knew that something was wrong, whatever it was.
He stood there finishing the Ceviche. Normaly, it would have been done in about five minutes, it was already cooked and marinaded and everything. All that was left to do was cutting it up in bite size and mixing everything in a bread bowl, but with his worried about Conor, Keith had taken up to ten minutes doing that! He would have cut himself as a punishment for taking so long right there! Or well, he would have if cutting didn't brought him extreme pleasure. That would be a very failed punishment. Not that he had been doing it lately... For some reason, the moment he had lowered his drug consumption, he had also lowered his cutting habits. He didn't know what was the exact link between the two, but he didn't care enough to figure it out. No, for now, he had other fish to fry! Conor being wet like he was totally counted as a fish.
He placed the plates on the table (2) and gave a third one to Quntin then threw the wet and ripped off shirt to John and instructed the kid to leave for their bedroom because he didn't feel like seeing their faces anymore. He really didn't understand parents who complained about their children. Those were always listen to everything and anything he said.Fear and pain were the best way to raise a child, Judith had been right on that point. Once the kids and their cow had disapeared from his sight, he mad his way up the stairs and into the bathroom where Conor was taking his shower... where else would he be taking his shower? "Dinner's ready, dude.", he said the moment he entered the room. However, he didn't left right after. Instead, he chose to remove his shirt, apron and pants and throwing them in a corner of the room. John could deal with them later one.
He opened the door of the shower, because, you know, there was a standing shower in the corner of the room that the picture on the first post didn't show, because ******** is Conor and Keith would only take bath like little pansies, and stepped right into it behind Conor. His arms wrapped up against him, his left one going around his chest and the right one on his lower stomach. His head rested against the other's shoulder, gently kidding (and slightly biting) his neck. "It's supposed to be eating cold, so you can take your time...", he said to him, making his hold on Conor tighter. Yes, he was worried that Conor was acting strange and this was his way of making sure that Conor wasn't leaving him or anything. How would he be able to leave if he was restrained? His right hand slowly lowered itself... "Hey.... is something wrong? You acted weird there... Since when do you give up a b*****b without complaining or whine about food not being ready yet?" Now, most people would have been happy that this had happened, but those two... well, let's just say that they weren't "most people". Were there anyone on the island with a relationship more ******** up than theirs, that was still working perfectly and making both of them happy? Probably not. "Did... Did I do something wrong... I ******** did, didn't I? I swear, whatever I said at the ******** inn the other day, I have no intention about ******** those two twins... well, unless you want to do them too..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 8:27 pm
Now, it could be said how Conor had went upstairs, undressing on the way because he frankly didn't give a s**t where his clothes were – the kids would get it. How he went into the bathroom and stood around for a good set of minutes thinking and musing about the past, insulting himself for doing what he had and wondering if anything he had done at all had even begun to make up for it, but.. it's a scene that's happened countless times before and it would really just be him doing the same thing as always to an annoying degree. So, instead, it would be skipped to after he finished his trek through guilt and self-pity to where he was washing himself off and otherwise warming up in the shower. But, standing around and staring at the hot water leaving the nozzle to either splash on the white porcelain tiles below or onto his own form got to be rather.. boring. Most showers had Keith accompanying him and were filled of acts of a more amorous nature than the simple scrubbing, rinsing, and soaking routine that the majority of normal people involved themselves in. Being alone in the shower – at any time – just felt.. weird and dull. Even when Keith was mute, Conor normally dragged the guy in to help him out or just let him sit there and wait because Conor refused to leave him alone and he had doubts Keith wanted him to just.. never wash.
So, if anyone had thought they missed out on something when the post skipped on ahead to after the initial guilt-fest, Conor's boredom right then was a trigger enough for yet another occurrence of his mind to start attacking himself over Keith. Well, it was hard for him not to think about it.. There were really only about four or five things that ever occupied his mind for long – fire, John Wayne, sex, Blaire, and Keith. Simple? Since when was Conor anything but a simple guy? ..Alright, that can be disputed, but, well, it wasn't his fault if the few things he wanted to pay attention to ended up being more intricate than he ever thought initially! Since when could two people really get to be that big of a mess? ..Then again, they probably would have been just fine without him there to make it worse. Yeah, no matter how often he went over the equation, whether it was during a lonely shower or late at night when he didn't feel like waking Keith up because of some petty impulse, he still came to the same conclusion. The only negative factor there was him. Keith and Blaire would both have been fine without him, but.. it wasn't as if he really could do anything now. Blaire was alright, wasn't she? She was pissed at him, yeah, but he didn't mind that – plenty of people were pissed at him and it wasn't like he ever gave a s**t about them. Keith..
..Keith who was getting into the shower right then to – thankfully – cut his musings short. Conor had absentmindedly nodded to the guy when he opened the door, but he hardly expected him to climb in – no. Wait. This was Conor. And this was Keith. ...Yeah, it was entirely expected that Keith would climb in too. He opened his mouth to tell him that there was no way he was going to wait to eat, whether it was supposed to be cold or not, buuut then there was a very convincing hand on him that had him standing there instead – okay. Maybe he could wait a little bit. Just long enough to – er.. No, wait, then it'd be only him getting something out of it and with his previous thoughts.. It didn't really sit well with him to just leave after getting off and going to eat food that Keith had made without even doing anything to deserve it. Him being Conor ******** Alvey wasn't enough of a reason when it came to Keith, so he was wondering if he could somehow finish up faster than usual without seeming rushed or anything when he noticed that Keith was speaking. ..Oh. Yeah. Uh. He should have probably focused more on him considering the subject of his thoughts was pleasing the guy – thankfully, he caught enough to get the gist of what he was saying. Conor had acted weird. Keith was still worried and – ********, what?
“Dude, no, ********, no, it's not you.” He said quickly, a hand raising to signal him to stop talking like that because, ******** it all, if Keith using a hesitant tone like that wasn't the worst thing to make him feel any better, he didn't know what would be and he really didn't want to find it out either. This was enough to make him forget any of the pleasant tingles below in favor of continuing before Keith demanded an answer out of him. What was the difference? Well.. It meant more if he did it without having to have it dragged out of him, right? ..Not that he was going any better when he really did speak. In fact, it just sorta came out like he was dragging it out rather than Keith doing it, but, hey, at least it was more effort than he usually did, right? Still, he didn't know if he hated hearing himself speak with a tone littered in pauses and the occasional drop in volume to an almost muffled degree more than hearing Keith use the same voice or not. “Well, it is you, but, ********, not you-you, it's got to do with you, but it's not you who.. Uh, ******** – see,” He swallowed and took a quick breath, “It's, uh.. You.. I know you don't like ******** talking about.. uh.. that, but, ********, it sorta comes and.. s'not that I do it on purpose, 'cause it's you, but, ********, not in.. a.. uh..” He stopped again and frowned – maybe.. maybe he should say this later.
Or, you know, never. It felt wrong to Blaire to even be thinking this, especially after everything he said to her, made her believe, but.. he'd been doing the same thing to Keith, hadn't he? It wasn't just her – in fact, it hardly was even her anymore. She wasn't here and the last time he saw her – the last times he saw or heard of her – she had been doing fine. She was angry at him, but she was alive, she was making friends, she was.. normal. Back to the same Blaire and he didn't want to do anything to ruin that. It wasn't like he had any plans to, anyway, and Keith sure as ******** wasn't going to go around blabbing to her, let alone Blaire even caring in the first place. ********, why was he keeping it to himself anyway? He could understand the other s**t, yeah, but he couldn't get why this was being kept such an awkward secret. ..Keith. Keith may be a little pissed off, wouldn't he? The fact that he was even thinking about Blaire should be enough to piss him off. ..But.. He had already started and.. he would rather the guy be angry at him than sounding like he did something wrong. Yeah, it was just better for them both if Conor attracted some irritation, even if it meant he wouldn't have that seafood salad. Oh, this was going to ******** suck.
He slowly started to prepare himself as he continued, “'Kay, so.. uh. ********, it's.. Y'know, back.. back then, when we.. I.. was with.. Uh..” He took a breath – time to say the name of evil in the house. “Blaire, I.. was just thinking that I wasn't ********.. thinking then 'cause.. this is better and I'm sorry 'cause it.. was ******** dumb of me.” Took a few minutes, yeah, but, hey, after three years, he finally admitted he was stupid! At least directly rather than a few insinuations or agreements here and there. He paused a moment or two, holding his breath as he waited for something that would be what he expected. The usual reaction Keith would have when Blaire was ever brought up – violence, passive aggressiveness, and just all around bitchiness. But, then he realized something he probably should have taken into account back when he was considering if this was a good idea or not. Keith had his hand on that. Still. Horrifying images splayed through his mind as panic started to grow in some recess, enough so that he hurriedly went on to say, “Dude, sorry, shouldn't have brought that up – uh, you made dinner, thanks, and, uh, let's go eat – yeah, 'kay? I won't bring it up again, so, uh, ********, forget it? The rain probably made me ******** sick in the head right there or the shower or, ********, something.” Just please don't pretend his 'other' head was some Vatonage female's head.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 9:42 pm
”Dude… Just say it already…” Keith sucked in bed, wasn’t it? Yes, Keith having become boring at sex was the only thing that would ever make Conor act that way. This was why the ‘it’s you but not you’ speech. Conor was getting bored when they were ********, so it was his fault, but it was Keith who was just not trying hard enough or something! Well, fine. Tonight, he was dressing up as a cowboy and burning up the whole duplex. Let’s see if he was still boring after that! He would throw a Tepes or two in the middle of it if he had time to kidnap one. Where could a Tepes be hiding at this time of the year? How did you attract them into a trap? Oh, duh. Underage kid! Good thing he had two right in the next room to use – oh, wait! Conor was speaking again and it seemed like in the end, it wasn’t sex that was the problem. The problem was….
Blair. ******** Blair. Just the mention of her name was enough for Keith to lose any kind of smile he might have been having to replace it with a blank expression and start directed at Conor. Why the ******** was he bringing her in their private naked time! This really wasn’t a good idea, especially since Keith had a, now very squeezing, hand on the boy’s balls. Not that he was doing it on purpose, which he would probably do if he was noticing it, but because the sheer mention of the ******** b***h name was enough to make him go all tense and clench his fist together. Unfortunally for Conor, Keith’s right first was doing it right now and…well, squeezing. Oh, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but it sure as hell was going to send him a message. A ’be careful of what you are saying next” message. One wrong word and he could kiss his mahood good bye.
In some form of divine intervention, or really creepy fairy, who knew, Conor’s next sentence had just saved himself. Keith’s hand let go of it’s hostage and simply stared at Conor for a second of silence… a second that probably felt like five minutes to both of the boys…. Men… boys… Guys. To Keith and Conor. This was better? He was… admitting it? And even more… he was actually saying that he was sorry? Keith didn’t know what the ******** to make out of it. This was what? The third time since the two knew each other that Conor had said that he was sorry for something? Hell, he hadn’t even apologize when he had burned their goddamned apartment six years ago! This was a reaction that Keith wasn’t used to deal with… It made him… Confused. And Happy. And some kind of emotions that he didn’t quite know how to call. All he knew was that he was all tingly in his stomach.
Fast enough, a smirk reappeared on his lips. ******** right that this was better than anything he would have been with Blaire! The b***h would have been all possessive and controlling o him! He would have had to wear little silly clothes like Lucas and have to go to church and family dinner every Sunday! Even worst, one week a month he’d have to stop from having sex completely! How would Conor be able to live like that? Ah! Never! He was much better with Keith! ******** all those bitches that tried to take him away! He was his! No one else! This… this was making Keith happy. Yes, the boy was happy and his smirk was now a full blown full teeth smile on his face. ”Dude, dude, dude, Conor, stop. It’s okay, ********>, he said to the other boy with a small laugh. He pressed his lips against Conor’s both as a way to show him that he wasn’t angry and to make him shut up already. Kissing lips were wonderful when it came to that kind of moments. ”I’m not mad, man… Actually… I’m pretty ******** happy. I’m really better than that b***h? ‘Cause you know… I’m always… well….” Seriously, would Keith even had a bit more of a conscious, he would probably start blushing right about now, but that had never happened to the boy and would probably never do. Still, he felt embarrassed, feeling somewhat like how Conor had been feeling only a moment ago when hetried to tell Keith the whole deal about Blair and everything. ”Well… Oh, ******** it.”
He took a deep breath, which was hard considering they were still in a very hot shower, placed his left hand on Conor’s chest, smirked awkwardly and just letitout. ”I’m always afraid you’re going to leave me again for her. ********, I have nightmares about it at least once a week… This wasn’t a form of hyperbole or something. Keith really was having nightmares about it. It was one of his main recurring one, along with Judith going all (more) crazy and just killing and torturing everyone he knew. He didn’t think that Conor had notice anything about it, considering that every time he was waking up Conor was still sleeping and he had never said anything about it. They had been worst in the beginging, when they had gotten back together, but he was still having them every now and then.” But… ******** her, right? We belong together, eh? That’s why you came back when I was all veggie.” He shrugged on that. Conor didn’t have to answer that last part of his question, especially if Keith was wrong, but still, it felt good to know that Conor was happier with him than without that white haired slut. Oh, he hated her so much, but now he was happy to know that this had only been a passing mistake, and that Conor had now fully accepted his error.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 12:42 am
Those last few moments were of the most uncomfortable moments in Conor's life where every one of them had to do with the most grotesque of images flashing through his mind, more notoriously of the screaming-like-a-little-girl nature that he hardly had time to add some testosterone to before something even more chilling came to his vision to block out those nightmares. A smirk. Keith was smirking. The irritation on the other's face from just before had him nervous, but for it to suddenly swap to something like that? It could either mean something good.. Or, more likely considering they were talking about Blaire and Keith had yet to say anything, bad. Very. ********. Bad. He had stopped himself from gasping or some silly-a** s**t like that, but he sure as ******** wasn't going to force himself to stay there with a quite possibly maniac Keith who was about to do much more than just threaten to tear his balls off. Oh, sure, most had taken Keith for being the much easier to handle of the pair because of his much more friendly attitude to new people – welcoming compared to Conor – but, in all honesty? Keith could sometimes even scare Conor, though he would be damned if he ever admitted it or even insinuated it. Conor may not be the most.. perceptive of people, but even a sharp person would have trouble predicting the other, while most of Conor's actions could be spotted miles away. Keith.. Keith only allowed that for a few moments before whatever he had in his noggin to be executed – moments like, say, when his victim was a**-naked and having one of his most vulnerable of areas being handled by him.. Things like that. Things like now.
So, if it seemed odd that Conor most wanted to escape when Keith gave him a smirk, then.. ********, it was only because no one knew Keith. Even when he spoke up, Conor was still iffy and had his eyes going off to the door of the bathroom with pondering if he was at all faster than Keith and if one of those razors by the sink would at all be capable of harming him bad enough to stop him from running.. until he realized that this was Keith. A bar of soap could probably kill Conor. Or at least he thought so in his hyperactive imagination before Keith laughed and kissed him. Now, just because he had the other's lips pressed against his, it didn't mean that he was off the hook at all, but, hey, Conor wasn't one to stick to thoughts he had before a kiss from a hot lover like Keith. The kiss alone had him calmed back down and looking at Keith with only a small hint of skepticism at everything be 'okay' with him. But, the hesitance and avoidance in his speech had Conor completely eradicated of fears of death by the other's hand. If anything killed him right then, it wouldn't be Keith doing it and, ********, if Conor started to worry about accidents that may or may not happen, he'd be as batshit insane as the police force. So, he just looked at Keith with what slowly became impatience, however hypocritical it was of him considering how long it took him when it was his turn to open up.
Wait. Conor and Keith were opening up? Was that what this was? That.. ********, that felt weird and slightly effeminate, but he would be damned if he ever admitted that anything he did was feminine in any way, especially after he had done it. No taking it back, so it was the manliest thing ever to open up and he'd kill anyone who thought otherwise. What better way to make someone's opinion a fact? Just scare others out of thinking otherwise~ Ah, ********, yeah, Conor would have made an awesome king back when swords and s**t were still cool. Not that he would ever want to go back to those days because John Wayne wouldn't have existed and Conor didn't know where he would be without that man. No, he would have gone back to when cowboys were all the rage and he could make it his lifetime goal to ******** every man with a cowboy hat, older than him, and hot. Yeah.. Conor's third favorite fantasy, right there. But, that wasn't what he was supposed to be doing right then, whether he was naked and slightly turned on or not. Keith was opening up to him and, ******** it all, he was listening as hard as he could so he could remember this. There were plenty of times while they were together during the last few years that Conor had felt as if he had done something horribly wrong or didn't know what the ******** was up with Keith or.. everything, but he couldn't ask. He wouldn't. He didn't know why, but whenever the moment seemed right to tell Keith something or ask him something more personal than the usual questions, he ended up just turning off the light and going to bed instead. Or ********. More often ********. But, still, it was the same thing. He wasn't going to let this moment pass by, though, so, it was with all of the concentration he could muster that he looked at Keith.
..Huh? Now it was Conor's turn to raise an eyebrow at Keith. Leave him? Conor couldn't help a laugh, shaking his head at the other after it was said – nightmares? “Dude, if ******** anything..” Uh. He stopped before he could stop himself from stopping and, now, before he could prevent this too, he started to rethink this. The moments it took to rethink it were entirely awkward for him and, he was sure, for them both, but he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth again to finish. So, instead of even bothering anymore, he casually said honestly, “~Time-Skippety~
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 7:29 pm
He had wondered in the first few moment of the time skip just what exactly Conor had wanted to say before he changed his mind and… well, moved on happy time. “if anything”, something. What was that suppose to mean? If anything, Keith would be the one leaving? He would be the one dumping Conor and walking away? Most like how it had happened in their room at the inn back three years ago? Well, of course, Conor had been the one to do the first step to break their relations, but Keith had been the one to finalize it. He had been the one to walk away even thought Conor had been the one to ruin everything, to emotionally leave him for Blaire. Sure, it was all in the past now, but Keith had always a little nagging fear in the back of his mind that Conor was holding it against him and was just waiting for the right moment to do the same back, to get revenge or something. Most of the time, Keith would simply ignore that voice, but when the blonde acted like he had just did… well, the voice was getting really hard to ignore in those times. Thankfully, this one time was followed by some very good happy time. Oh, he could tell that it hadn’t been a guilt-driven sex. How? Well, Keith could tell by just how long Conor’s hand jobs and blowjobs (If there were any) were. Today was just Conor having a good time in the shower and being happy, which meant that Keith had nothing to worry… for today, at least. Seriously, Keith should write a “Conor 101” Manual. On this island, he could probably make a little fortune out of it, now that he thought of it.
He finished drying up his hair with a towel, a pink flowery towel that Alanis had furnished the house, with, and threw it in the bathroom hamper . ”You know… you were ******** into it… What’s up with you lately? Not that I’m complaining.” Keith said with a smirk on his face. He took two step closers of Conor and kissed him on the lips, putting in some tongue actions. He then broke the kiss, slapped Conor’s butt and walked away, opening the door of the bathroom. ”Nah, don’t answer that. Anyhow, got food down waiting for you.” On that, he walked out of the bathroom and went ownstair to the kitchen. Time to eat, dammit.
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