When we last left our heroes, they were sleeping the sleep of the exhausted:
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13236 Fri, Sep
12, 8:43PM PST
Elvis:((*lol* Yes...drunken grappling BAD...*snickergrin* Me? Start?
Suuuure...)) ~~He wasn't moving overmuch, maybe in some
half-formulated attempt not to wake his lover...just lying there in
the dark, heart pounding a mile a minute as he slept his way through
things he thought might have been better left to fester under the
crusted over scab of his past.~~ ((*snicker*))
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13255 Fri, Sep
12, 8:44PM PST
((*Thinks Beej and Neets would do GREAT in a hentai flick.*))
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs, asleep-): . . . . msg#13406 Fri, Sep
12, 8:50PM PST
((*Shakes head* That wasn't what I meant! *Laugh* I mean, our writing
and all was good... oh, nevermind! *Dissolve into helpless giggles,
then gets IC* Um, didjya want Ti or Jor or someone...?)) *There was
something wrong... He didn't know what, though. Everything looked
normal enough, trays and stacks of merchandise, blurs of people
wending past the tables, a stack of rugs there... But something
tugged at him, making his hands clammy and his mouth dry... shifting
uneasily.* =Beej's arms loosen their grasp on Neets, slightly, legs
twitching a little...=
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13536 Fri, Sep
12, 8:56PM PST
((*snicker* Deliberate minsinterpretation is FUN, innit? *gigglegrin*
Hmmmmm...Jor maybe? Unless Ti makes a habit of walking though
people's dreams...*grin* You could always....flip a coin...*weg*))
~~No, no...he didn't want that to have been...where was his
chidlhood? It certainly wasn't -there-, under the knife...maybe
behind that orange couch. That was safety...there was a...oh! A vent
there, for air conditioning, or the heater, though neither had
run...and the couch had hidden it. He could fold himself into it
now...wasn't he bigger now?~~
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13581 Fri, Sep
12, 8:58PM PST
((*winks at Elvis* *Bets Beej'n'Neets'd get a worse rating than
Kizuna.*))
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs, asleep-): . . . . msg#13721 Fri, Sep
12, 9:04PM PST
((Meanie! *Laugh* Yup! Especially with -our- minds... *Makes a face*
Flip a coin? Hrrm..... Heads; Ick-boi, Tails; the pseudopedophile...
*Sighs, that's not _that_ funny* 'Kay! *Will set him up in a
moment*)) *Now, why would that guy- Where? He couldn't reach the
theif, couldn't make his mouth work correctly... He stares after the
retreating figure as another hand touches his shoulder- A short blond
man with green wings? He couldn't believe it! Twisting away as the
man's mouth moved towards his....*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13860 Fri, Sep
12, 9:10PM PST
~~Nobody knew where he was here...except Luana, and she never told.
But the couch was being pulled away from the wall, no matter how hard
his fingers scrabbled for purchase in the horrid orange plush.~~
((Erm...uh...*doesn't persue the flipping coins line of thought*
*sniffles* And what's wrong with my mind?))
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13989 Fri, Sep
12, 9:15PM PST
((*grins once again at The Plot.* Kizuna is what they call a 'boy
love' film in Japan (Can't recall the right term) Neat story about a
fencing champion and his lover, who happens to be the son of a
yakuza. Kinda short for my tastes (only 30 minutes) but good anime
anyway, and Enochi is GORGEOUS...*drools over he of the long
blue-black hair* It wasn't REALLY rated too badly...no graphic sex,
but it got an extra point or two knocked on because it's 'Morally
questionable' *snicker*))
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs, asleep-): . . . . msg#14017 Fri, Sep
12,9:17PM PST
((*SighCackle* heard OF/...Kizuna *Snigger* Nothing's wrong with your
sick little mind... *Grin* *Grumble* Mom's wanting the 'puter, when
the Baseball game is over... *Whines* I don't think I can bring Jor
in...)) *He pushes away, both in his dream and in the waking world,
trying to get away from He-Who-is-Not-Neets, tripping over those rugs
and ending up sprawled... on sand? And here came a familiar shadow.
He looks up, smiling, hopeful...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#14112 Fri, Sep
12, 9:21PM PST
~~Maybe...maybe the couch would stay! But it wasn't, and there he
was, left vulnerable and cowering again as -someone- stands over him
and laughs.~~ ((*nodnod* S'okay...another time maybe.))
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs, asleep-): . . . . msg#14219 Fri, Sep
12, 9:28PM PST
((*Grumble* Sorry.... At least we had this afternoon! *Grin*)) *And
speaking of people looming over one.... The hope fades into fear
again, arms tightening about who- or what-ever he's holding onto....
Burying his face against a shoulder, blurry vision having shown a
livid man, far older than himself.... -Love|Mourning/let me be!-
scrabbling for a hold on that beloved bundle...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#14305 Fri, Sep
12, 9:33PM PST
~~He hugs his knees to his chest, wanting to run, hide from that
awful, leering face...but he can't. Remaining there, rooted in
place...or maybe he wasn't? Because there was a patch of light,
sunlight that made his golden eyes hurt, peeking over the edge of the
shadow-man's shoulder...~~ ((*Shrug* S'okay, and this afternoon was
GREAT! *grin*))
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#14332 Fri, Sep
12, 9:35PM PST
Elvis:((Oh! Um...RG Vega, and Vampire Hunter D, and Ninja Scroll. If
you have a Tower Records, you could try them...MOST of them rent
videos now I think...))
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs, asleep-): . . . . msg#14379 Fri, Sep
12, 9:38PM PST
((*Nodnod* It was! *Grin*)) *Anger that someone would want to take
away what was his, would want to hurt the one he loved...He didn't
even know _how_ to use a sword! He'd only held one, like, twice, in
his entire life! But here he was, facing off against... A shadow,
looming tall with round silver disks for eyes, wielding an ancient
weapon... No, just a pair of household scissors. How strange....*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#14461 Fri, Sep
12, 9:43PM PST
~~He shudders away from the outstretched hands, sprawling and
wriggling away from a booted foot that kicked at him as he went...
Towards the light then, the dusty odor of sand curling in the back of
his sinuses.~~
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs, asleep-): . . . . msg#14564 Fri, Sep
12, 9:49PM PST
*The face of the shadow-thing resolves, shrinking into a more
manageable size... Unfortunately, the face is The Face. He cries out;
a denial, a war-cry, just a noise to acknowledge its existance....
And then he's sitting up, blinking and panting in the soft dark of
their room...* ((*Pause* Sorry, ball game's over... *Hug* Thanks, it
was fun! *Chortles evilly in anticipation of Next Time* *Will poof
after response*))
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#14642 Fri, Sep
12, 9:53PM PST
~~The light! There it is...the glint of moonlight off a glass on the
table across the room. And Beej, panting and startled next to him. he
turns, concerned, not speaking though, as his arms draw the trader to
him seemingly of their own accord.~~ ((*grin* See you another time!
*hug* ))
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#16138 Sat, Sep 13, 10:29PM
PST
((*Wonders why Elvis BOTHERS to dress Beej...* *cackle* You'll have
to start...*grin* Oh, and did you catch the post about what Morgan
called Llew? *snicker* Sex Kitten!))
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#16215 Sat, Sep 13, 10:39PM PST
*He submits to his love's embrace, sighing softly and shaking his
head* Just a dream... 'Stime to move, Neets... *His arms clutch at
the younger man, one hand twining in the emerald locks...* Y'all
right?
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16243 Sat, Sep
13, 10:44PM PST
~~His hand moves back to rest in the trader's hair. and he sighs as
well, the outpouring of air warm and as damp as the sweat that beads
his face.~~ M'okay...ju's a dre'm, lik'ya sed. ~~Puzzled by the
pronuoncment, he nods anyway.~~ 'Kay...t'ni't, r'lat'r?
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16278 Sat, Sep 13,
10:50PM PST
*Gah, he was sick of being sweat-sticky and overly warm... An odd
thing, that someone born and raised in the desert would be too warm,
but he is.* Good... Later... couple of days. NOT tonight. Too
late....
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16319 Sat, Sep
13, 10:57PM PST
~~He draws away, agitation rubbing off on him.~~ A'ri't...jus'
ask'n... ~~He looks around the empty room in silence for awhile,
suddenly finding the way the shadows in the corners curl and swoop
like living things creepy as hell.~~ S'long's we'r 'wake...y'wanna go
git'a show'r n'food?
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16411 Sat, Sep
13,11:05PM PST
((In a couple of days you can see the page... I'll mail you the SK
ones later, though... *Grin*)) Sorry... *Bringing one hand up to rub
at his face, not liking the quiet, moon-spangled darkness much,
either.* Yeah... Lets. 'M all sticky.... *A small chuckle, pressing
lips to his beloved's forehead* Things will be better soon, I
hope....
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16495 Sat, Sep
13, 11:13PM PST
~~He rests his forehead against the traders in the moment before they
rise, leaving the cocoon of their bed.~~ Yeah, w'll...y'kno'll be
'ere w'en't do's. ((*sighs over 'The Day the Music Died'.* *Always
does.*))
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16598 Sat, Sep 13,
11:21PM PST
((*Can't remember if that's the one with the chourus of, ''Bye, bye,
miss American pie...'' *Sighs, being hot and sticky herownself* *is
still cheery, tho!*)) I know... *Standing, suppressing a shiver as
the cooler air hits him, next words intoned solemnly, sincererity
from the bottom of his soul...* For better or for worse. *He rummages
about for clean, or relatively clean, clothes, a sly smile creeping
across his face* I know this place that allows double occupancy....
*Offered casually, almost as if he hadn't thought of it earlier,
figuring it would be as good a way as any to get their minds off of
the recent past*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16664 Sat, Sep
13, 11:27PM PST
~~He stands himself, calf-muscles bunching and stretching as he
ambles towards a pile he thinks might be clothing.~~ Re'lly?
Y'kno'...y'still ain't sho'd me yer apartm'nt? ~~There...tugging on
his t-shirt puts a pause in his conversation, only to re-start as
emerald locks pop through the neck of smoky-grey cotton.~~ An'w'ere
y'wanna go...m'game. ((That's the one.))
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16754 Sat, Sep 13,
11:35PM PST
Yeah... *Having found mostly clean clothing consisting of the dark
blue shirt/robe and his usual pants, he stands hipshot, watching
Neets* That's true.... *He smirks to himself, then frowns as a sudden
thought occurs to him* They might be watching it, though... I don't
know how much They know about me... *He shakes his head again* Better
to risk getting thrown out of a public bath than something worse...
*Another soft sigh, which seems odd, given the fact he's smirking
again* ((Oh! *Siiiigh* I love the chorus... It's sad, though.))
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16810 Sat, Sep
13, 11:40PM PST
~~He looks up, a certain amount of ribald curiousity in his smile.~~
N'w'at'r we gonna do s'gonna git's thrown'out? ~~And then a frown,
niggling voices of doubt whispering 'They wouldn't be after him if
not for you'.~~ 'Kay. ((Yeah...it's sad...but it's SUCH a good
song...))
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16875 Sat, Sep 13,
11:48PM PST
((*Grumbles* *Doesn't want to go to bed* *Won't*)) *A snicker for
that question, draping fabric over his arm before wandering towards
his partner* You never can tell, Neets.... *The brush of doubts is
shoved away with a bit of reassurance... The same thought occurs to
him... They hadn't -known-, not about the map, or that anyone would
be interested in it...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16932 Sat, Sep
13, 11:57PM PST
~~He looks away, composing his thoughts before turning back.~~ A'kin
tell... ~~Softly shielding his thoughts away, he explores them...a
little... 'If I went...he'd be safe...'~~ ((If you need to go...))
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#17092 Sun, Sep 14,
0:17AM PST
((*Aint goin' nowhere.* Gaaaah! The same thought occurring to Beej
was the one about not knowing.... *Looks mis-interpretable to her*))
I'm sure you can...C'mon, let's go. *Said a bit tiredly, wishing
things were a little more certain.... Words echo in his mind, ones
that make his heart hurt, a little... ''Got wh'ta wanned...' ''Ole
nit'a not 'urtin' at all...''* 'Love you....
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#17167 Sun, Sep
14, 0:28AM PST
~~He nods, stepping closer for the 'fade, since he hasn't a clue
where it is they're going.~~ Jus' wanna git'cle'n ag'in. ~~His own
words aren't quite the same, angry at himself.~~
Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#17213 Sun, Sep 14,
0:35AM PST
*He slides a hand down his love's arm, lifting his hand... There's
two reasons for this, the soft kiss telling of one... The sequence is
the second, Beej's fader hopefully luring unsavory Characters into a
storm sewer somewhere....* Yeah, me too...
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#17244 Sun, Sep
14, 0:42AM PST
~~He leans closer, arms around the trader as they fade.~~
Blackwater Jones (-Somewhere far from Glen`s, like anyone would
notice...-): . . . . msg#17380 Sun, Sep 14, 1:02AM PST
((*Feels snotty* *Adjusts tag accordingly*)) *Where were they, then?
Here, at the corner of 35th and Oxford, in some city, on some planet,
niether of which mattered at the moment. 35th stretches out, almost
infinitely, glowing softly and lighting the underbellies of
rain-filled clouds with the odd orange of sodium vapor lights, neon
and incandescent bulbs... The signs are for everything one could
want, thirty minutes of bliss here, there a meal to end all meals, a
shop where you could choose your euphoria from a jar... To Beej, it
looks a little shabby; tired, timeworn.... The carnival-like
atmosphere of the daytime was gone, which made him feel better. The
day's heat drifted up from the pavement, humid air comforting as
well... The people who hurried here now were secretive, even the
knots of three, four, five people scuttling along.... Vehicles were
prohibited, making the street a giant pedestrian mall. There's one
discreet sign that the trader wants to see in the mess of somewhat
hollow promises flashing their messages in the not-quite-dark, so he
leads his beloved slowly down the avenue, looking up...* Been a very
long time since I was last here....
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Somewhere far away from Glen`s, like
you`d notice-): . . . . msg#3839 Mon, Sep 15, 12:18PM PST
((REPOST))~~Following seemed a good idea, his eyes not-so wide as
someone who hadn't seen a dozen places like this before. Green hair
falling around his face in a tangled mop, he's suddenly grateful for
the lack of cars here...too many memories of places -just- like this
one, a dark-tinted window being rolled down, and a deal done in the
blink of an eye.~~ Sell my soul out, one nickel at a time...
~~Whispered, intoned...muttered as they seem to halt in front of a
building.~~ Don' look s'bad a'g'ess. Fer w'at't is a'mean.
Blackwater Jones (-Far from Glen`s, like you`d notice.- ): . . . .
msg#4075 Mon, Sep 15, 12:35PM PST
((*Grin* Thanks, Reese... You're spiffy.)) *There it was... He looks
down at the young man under his arm at the whispered words, a faint
frown pinching his face for an instant...* Yeah, it's not crawling
with vermin, at least... *The pale white glow from the painted-over
windows makes the both of them look more ghostly than they were, and
Beej becomes rather aware of just how strung out his lover has
become.... He tries to recall how he found out about this place as he
pulls the door open* I found- met...? *A scowl, a flicker of -anger-
at Them, not recalling a single iota of how he came to know of this
place....*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Somewhere far away from Glen`s, like
you`d notice-): . . . . msg#4489 Mon, Sep 15, 12:59PM PST
~~His hand smooths over the trader's ribs, head resting briefly
against his lover before bucking up, trying for a smile and a
carefree attitude. Strung out is the term though...pulled as taut as
a wire and just as thin. Face hollowed out, made into porcelain by
the grungy light, the dark circles under his eyes stand out like a
bad eyeliner job.~~ Don' look bad't'all Beej. C'mon...les' go git
cle'n.
*The girl behind the counter actually stops chomping and snapping her gum when they come in, but not because they have their arms about one another... She blinks at Beej, then Neetles, her mouth quirking up at one corner.* -Cool hair...- *Beej fishes around in a pocket, strewing a handful of Grickles on the countertop, a faint smile pulling at his mouth* Two, please... *She scoops up the money, counting it up and pushing a few silver coins back to the guy in the yellow hat, then bringing a key up from the rack near her knee* -Here ya go... Like the hat, too.- *She points at a map over her head, rattling the words off in a bored tone* -Down the hall, first right, second door on the right... Number six.- *The trader frowns slightly at the floorplan as he takes the key and his change, nodding.* Thank you... *And so he starts towards the appointed room, something new poking at him... An insight, hovering just out of reach...* ((*Snort* I don't believe you! Nutscrape has 'em all the time... *Sigh* Yup... Your post'll be the last one, I think... *Scowls at clock* *WBS* *And whatever else is responsible*))
~~He manages another smile for the girl, faint though it is, and keeps his arm firmly around his lover's waist as they traipse down the hall. He didn't feel -safe-, but he was fairly certain They weren't going to beat the door down any time soon. Fingers curled around the trader's side don't shake...that's left to his insides, sinking and rising like a roller-coaster as he alternates between the thrill of being alone with his beloved and the disquieting ponderance of those lost memories.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#17391 Tue, Sep 16, 11:56PM PST
*She goes back to champing at her gum, a tiny shake of her head and a
quirked eyebrow for that green hair, fishing a trashy romance novel
out... Beej's own stomach isn't too settled as they come to the
appointed door. It was highly unlikely that anyone had followed them
here, but that doesn't stop him from glancing up and down the short
hall as he opens the door... The cool white tiles and walls are
soothing in their seeming antisepticness, tempered by bone-colored
formica. Shoes to be left under the bench just inside the door,
various shelves and hooks awaiting clothing; towels, soap, shampoo
and all the rest... It looks much like any other bathing facility
open to the public. He gives Neets a bit of a squeeze and kicks the
door shut before releasing his lover to slide along the bench.* A
shower *A faint, sly smile accompanying this word*, some food...
We'll probably feel better.
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-Real far from Glen`s, like you`d
notice...-): . . . . msg#4478 Wed, Sep 17, 11:37AM PST
~~He grins a little, nods, and works suddenly wooden fingers over the
the various buttons of his clothing. His boots, unlaced as they are,
get kicked off into the corner by the door, and he pads on bare feet
towards the bench to sit next to his love.~~ Ri't...a
show'r...~~Somehow, his tone is rather disbelieving...~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#7 Wed, Sep 17, 8:00PM PST
*His own fingers are still a bit sleep-clumsy, so he takes a bit
longer to shed his grimy clothing.... A shake of his head over his
beloved's speed in getting undressed, a soft chuckle...* That was
fast... *A sigh, leaning against the younger man for a moment,
feeling the dirty stickyness a little more acutely. His voice more
firm, a desire to be -clean- overriding other things for the moment*
Yep... *He stands, holding his hand out to Neets, a half smile on his
mouth...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#10 Wed, Sep 17, 8:07PM
PST
~~he looks down, and then over, a small grin on his face, his teeth
coming into view.~~ Tol'ya m'fas gett'n nekk'd... ~~He absently picks
up a nearby bottle, finding it to be some sort of body shampoo.
Fingers twist the cap off, and he lifts it to his nose, sniffing.~~
Wan' me...~~And then he trails off, glancing around at the clean room
and shuffling his bare feet.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#14 Wed, Sep 17, 8:14PM PST
I remember.... *His smile widens, tweaks breifly into remeberance,
then heads towards a bit of a grin* Actually, I think you were
speaking of getting dressed... *Shakes his head* Whatever. *A swift
snicker, then a curious look at the bottle held by those clever
hands* Want you...? Umm.... *A faint wash of color and a smirk, then
back to the mild curiousness* Want you...to...? *He gives a bit of a
shrug, looking around as well.* 'Sjust us...
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#16 Wed, Sep 17, 8:22PM
PST
Yeah...mebbe so...~~He looks, and feels, rather surprised that the
trader could remember that, and finds his skin a lovely shade of
rosy-pink in answer to his lover...love's...Beej's blush.~~ Seems
lik'summat fer'a bad movi'...'Wan' me t'soap yer' back'... ~~He
snickers a little himself, self-mocking, amazed that he's being
so...is it shy? Or cautious?~~
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#15 Wed, Sep 17, 8:17PM
PST
((This RP feels SOOO disjointed..*sigh* I can't even remember what I
SAID three days ago...*sigh* *Works on IC response.*))
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#20 Wed, Sep 17, 8:31PM PST
Sometimes I wonder about that, Neets.... *A long, slow breath out,
contemplating the faucet and knobs* Sometimes it certainly _feels_
like we're living in a movie... *His face wrinkles in amusement as he
reaches towards 'Hot'* Sure... But the water should be running first,
hmm? *He softens the words with a bit of a loopy grin, twisting the
gleaming chrome knob...* (('Sokay... and Beej was referring to the
'Years of practice!' comment Neets made in one of the 'teen SL's....
It'll get smoothed out in a bit, probably.... *Is bound and
determined to finish this* *Shakes her head at herself*))
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#22 Wed, Sep 17, 8:40PM
PST
Yeah...a'g'ess so...~~And then a soft snicker, and a whisper.~~
Horr'r... ~~And then a flash of a movie he'd snuck into a few years
ago, a woman in a shower, and the shadow of a knife.~~ Yeah...dunno
why'm bein' s'dum'... ((*laugh* I figured that...and we WILL finish
this tonight!))
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#24 Wed, Sep 17, 8:51PM PST
Ouch, too hot... *A wince, easing back on the hot water and adding a
bit of cold, until it's on the warmer side of comfortable* Horror?
Parts... Surrealistic, or maybe avant-garde art, or some other
fancy-shmancy film type... *He'd chosen not to see that particular
film, thinking instead of the strange, disjointed underground cinemas
that... That... What _was_ his name? That guy.... Beej straightens,
scowling at the wall* I can't remember. Not a name, a face,
nothing.... I don't even know how I knew about this place!
*Perplexed, knowing that They must have taken that from him.... He
turns his attention back to the diverter, turning it until the spray
is to his liking* Odd.... I remember the films, the words, but I just
don't have a clue as to who, or why I was with or there.... *Blinks*
If that made sense.... *Flourishing a hand at the shower, running his
eyes over his companion's form again, the smile quirking his mouth
again* After you... ((*Grin* Yeah! *Laugh*))
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#26 Wed, Sep 17, 9:00PM
PST
~~He shakes his head, grinning, at nothing, at the man next to
him...at anything, for awhile.~~ Dunno...only seen'a co'p'l. ~~His
frown returns, marring his pale elegance with unhappiness as he
reaches out to light run his hand over the trader's arm.~~
S'okay...mebbe y'kin get'm back... ~~He shrugs, stepping into the
spray and closing his eyes as emerald hair plasters itself to his
forehead, hanging in his eyes. He sighs, feeling the steam soak into
his skin, and opens one amber orb.~~ C'mon th'n...
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#29 Wed, Sep 17, 9:11PM PST
And you're not being dumb.... *Added as he realizes he didn't address
that comment, nodding* I saw quite a few strange ones, but... *He
shakes his head, trying to dismiss the befuddling thoughts... The
drift of fingertips across his arm help.* Maybe... *He watches jade
tresses become soaked, recalling vaugely another occasion when those
strands stuck themselves darkly to his beloved's brow... He blushes
faintly once more as he follows that soft directive, sighing at the
water coursing over his epidermis* Mmm...
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#33 Wed, Sep 17, 9:24PM
PST
Yeah...sur'm'not... ~~Those same fingers reach up, slipping back
through his hair and then falling to his side again.~~
S'nice...s'a'good idea. ~~And in silence, he watches the blush, and
his hand lifts again, moving to brush sweaty hair from his lover's
eyes as he steps back further into the spray, his back almost
touching the wall.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#39 Wed, Sep 17, 9:52PM PST
Don't think you are... *His eyes close as his hair is brushed aside,
ducking into the stream* I suppose... *Rubbing his face with a
handful of water, raking fingers through his hair, feeling a smidge
better, voice sounding odd as it bubbles across his lips* Nice? I
dunno... *He dashes the water from his face, then reaches over to
caress the line of that fine jaw...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#42 Wed, Sep 17, 10:02PM
PST
Yer' t'only one't matt'rs... ~~He shakes his head, droplets of warm
water landing on his shoulders to be swept into the spray of the
shower already striking them.~~ S'nice...~~And he's unsure for a long
time, if he's speaking of the shower, or the feel of that stubbled
chin under the hand he's trailing over Beej's face.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#45 Wed, Sep 17, 10:16PM PST
Am I...? *Wondering words, amazement on his face somewhat stifled by
the need to squint, rearranging a soggy tendril of dark green hair*
You, too.... *He scoots a little closer, glancing towards the bottle
of soap breifly, before tipping his face into the pressure of that
hand, able to look into citrine eyes more easily now...* Is...
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#47 Wed, Sep 17, 10:28PM
PST
~~Soap...right! Soap...but...does he really want to take his hand
away? His love was so close.... And then a slightly wicked thought,
with a glance towards the soaking pool in the middle of the room.
Slender hands draw away, splooching a bit of the soap in one and
working it to a lather between them... And then smoothing the soapy
foam over the trader's shoulders.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#48 Wed, Sep 17, 10:38PM PST
*He notes the glance away, most of his thoughts simplifying and
consolidating at the back of his brain, especially as the suds are
spread over his trapezius and deltoids.... He scoops up the bottle,
noting the color is similar to the color of his dearest's sister's
eyes. He chooses to start with that alabaster expanse of stomach,
faintly disappointed the bubbles aren't the same hue as the
liquid.... *
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#50 Wed, Sep 17, 10:49PM
PST
~~He jumps a little, not quite expecting the warmth of fingers to
splay across his abdomen. His smile is pleased, half-lidded amber
eyes watching with a distant look as his fingers curl, kneading
muscles before sliding down to press and glide over Beej's chest.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#53 Wed, Sep 17, 11:03PM PST
Hmm.... *Soft, almost lost in the thrum of water on flesh and tile...
The sound is pure pleasure, his hands gliding around sides to trace
the scarred lines thereon, moving his face a bit closer to
Neetles'....*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#56 Wed, Sep 17, 11:13PM
PST
~~His own little 'mmmm' lost as he takes the initiative, pressing his
lips to the set offered him. First light, gradually increasing in
pressure and intensity, as his tongue flicks out past filed teeth and
prods gently at a mouth not his own. His fingers curl again, tighter
as those traversing his own slim frame elicit yet another pleasant
response.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#58 Wed, Sep 17, 11:36PM PST
*Ah, so -that's- how it goes... He recalls, quite fuzzily, how to
kiss.... He tips his head a bit, letting his lips move apart,
slowly... Beej's fingers press into the muscles of his lover's back,
an involuntary moan as his toungue slips forward to nudge at the
startlingly warm one belonging to the younger man before him.... His
breathing begins to pick up speed, and his hands slip up, into mossy
hair, pressing closer still...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#62 Wed, Sep 17, 11:48PM
PST
~~He'd smile, if it weren't so distracting, nudging with more than
his tongue...his mind seems to open, without him realizing it, and a
wash of -this/just like this/more-, accompanied with feelings, images
like snapshots... His soapy hands slide lower, resting in the small
of the trader's back, smoothing lower now and then.~~
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#67 Thu, Sep 18, 0:12AM
PST
~~And agreement from him as well, as he explores a mouth at once
familiar and alien, because the othe -newness- of all this to the
trader. His teeth are careful, all his touches are careful, slow, to
bring pleasure, hoping not to inspire anything but desire... He
presses closer, slick body just touching Beej's golden-tan form.
-good/like that/yesmore|good- ~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#71 Thu, Sep 18, 0:32AM PST
*And pleasure, desire is all that he feels for the slender youth that
his arms are now circling, fuzzy memories encouraged by his lover,
love tinting all actions..... The trader explores a little more
boldly, now, a rumble purling up from his chest.... His hands caress
buttocks, fingers digging gently into thighs....*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#74 Thu, Sep 18, 0:40AM
PST
~~The kiss seems to linger forever, and his head floats...his whole
body floats actually. He moans, but it stops low in his chest,
arching his feet, his back a moment later, shivering with delight.~~
((Bah...my posts suck... *sigh* And I have to go in about 20
minutes...*grump* Damn sister...want to fade to black, or pause
again? *frowns*))
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#77 Thu, Sep 18, 0:48AM PST
*A shiver from Beej, too, but more from the water's growing chill
than delight... -more?|good|glad/love|please you...- Trying to get
closer still, hands lingering low across belly, teeth closing gently
against whatever part of Neets' mouth is handy...* ((Ummm... I dunno.
I was kinda thinking pause... *Blink* *Sniggle* Hafta flip a coin!
*Is mostly kidding* What do you want to do? *Frowns at 'Reese's
sister* You driving her again?))
~~He doesn't seem to notice the cooler water, too wrapped up in the kiss, though he does spare a thought to the slippery tile floor, and the fact that they're both on their feet. -love/more|sure?- His hands work in slow circles, and he inhales sharply.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#7 Thu, Sep 18, 10:38AM PST
*The thought that soap doesn't taste good doesn't occur to him until
his mouth slips towards Neets' ear and encounters a sudsy spot... He
draws back with a short laugh at himself, turning his head to rinse
his mouth out. -love/whatever you want|sure...- The feeling of
fingertips over skin lingers, an odd prickle/tingle crawling up his
spine as his own work into tangled hair once more...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-far from Glen`s...-): . . . . msg#10
Thu, Sep 18, 10:46AM PST
~~He takes a breath, slumping a little, as if the wall was the only
thing holding him up.~~ S'pos'd...t'be gett'n cle'n... ~~A very
feeble protest as his hands slide lower still, and then back up to
the trader's hips, the pressure of his fingertips leaving small
scratches behind as he pulls the older man close. He -does- have the
presence of mind to let the soap suds rinse off, before that clever
mouth sets to work on his lover's shoulder.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#14 Thu, Sep 18, 10:57AM PST
I know... Can do this at the same time, I think... *A bit of a grin
at that, wondering at the slouch... Then he's distracted by the drag
of nails over skin and a fluttering in his stomach, breath catching
and speeding, mouth completing the trip to Neets' ear... A rumble,
soft and short as tongue curls around and follows contours...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-far from Glen`s...-): . . . . msg#17
Thu, Sep 18, 11:05AM PST
Mebbe...~~Mumbled, before his mouth, his tongue, slide down a
collarbone, nibbling the whole way as his hands slip...away...from
hips... Slow...he's trying to be slow, not sure if he's succeeding or
not.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#21 Thu, Sep 18, 11:15AM PST
*Too slow, anticipation beginning to make Beej fidgety...* Ah! *His
head tips back, presenting his collarbone and throat a little better,
hands smoothing along back and sides to rest on his love's chest...*
Maybe...? 'F'we....can't.....always later.... *He thinks he shouldn't
talk so much, as it keeps him from nipping lightly at moss-misted
jawline, a touch of frission at the roughness under his lips...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (-far from Glen`s...-): . . . . msg#23
Thu, Sep 18, 11:30AM PST
~~The impatience, some of it anyway, drains through the link, and he
smiles, his lips curving as his teeth rake over bared flesh.~~ Allus
lat'r...~~And demonstrated that he means it, by his sudden movement,
pushing his own skinny hips to meet the trader's.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#27 Thu, Sep 18, 11:37AM PST
Hmm...? *Inquisitive at the differing feel of pale-rose lips against
his skin turns into a groan as his lover bumps into him... He fears
he might melt, or fall down, the way his knees feel... As much
kindness in his rough voice as he can manage* Always....F'rever....
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#31 Thu, Sep 18, 11:56AM PST
Mm-hmm... *Breathless agreement to anything, everything, a small
whimper as Neets wriggles against him.... And then he does fall, sort
of. His knees slowly lower him to the cool tile floor, hands and
mouth following down that scarred torso...-Sure|Love|desire indeed-
He waits there, forehead against abdomen, letting the water run over
him and for his love's next move...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#33 Thu, Sep 18, 12:08PM
PST
~~His hands, forced to slide up as the trader sinks to his knees,
tangle in the dark chestnut hair, stroking it, smoothing it back as
he leans against the wall, his own face upturned to the spray as a
million things flash through his mind, hopefully well-hidden from his
beloved. =I'm leaving this...? Not yet...for now...= And then his own
knees rest on the tile floor, his cheek pressed to the roughly
stubbled one so near it, his thin arms looping around shoulders just
as close as he whispers.~~ Love you...~~Everything still inside him
for a moment, as he tries to lower them both to the floor,
wanting...needing, in the truest sense, to join with the trader.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#35 Thu, Sep 18, 12:17PM PST
*A fleeting sense of -sadness- touches him, but he can't figure out
why they should be sad... He puts it off as being for his strange
semi-amnesia, eyes squinched almost shut as he watches the younger
man fold himself down to put them on the same level again.... Closing
them again when he's embraced, those words bright in his mind
-Love-...* Love you, I do... *Giving in was so easy, a hiss at the
temperature of the shower floor against his back, a shiver...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#37 Thu, Sep 18, 12:26PM
PST
~~It was cold...and cool water was all that the shower had to offer
now..., but he couldn't seem to work up the proper response. It was
better, he thought, to kiss, then touch every inch of skin...to
commit it to memory again, before it went away. Slick body pressing
agaist Beej's, he lets go another soft moan.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#43 Thu, Sep 18, 12:57PM PST
*-oh|Oh!- A gasp, a moan, arms tightening about his loved lover,
ardently responding to that kiss... He finds his knees moving apart,
to cradle the younger man...* ((*Thinks this post stinks*))
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#51 Thu, Sep 18, 1:16PM
PST
~~ -yes|see?- And then his hands slide lower again, straying damp
fingertips across his lover's belly, resting there for a moment,
before sliding lower.~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#53 Thu, Sep 18, 1:25PM PST
*He can't tell if his beloved's fingertips are damp or not, all of
them sopping wet.... -I see|yes...wickedness|oh yes-, hands slipping
to rest in the small of Neets' back, his own arching a bit...*
Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#56 Thu, Sep 18, 1:30PM
PST
~~He smiles, teeth bared in a salacious moment, before dropping that
effeminate face back towards the trader's chest, moving like a cat on
the prowl. -yes|good|love|happy- Then nothing but the press of flesh,
of lips over skin and hands over...~~ ~~Gone IC~~
Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#59 Thu, Sep 18, 1:41PM PST
*The water and the tile were of no consequence, not when that
delicate face was leering at him like that.... He laughs as best he
can, the sound trailing off into a surprised little
squeak...***GONEIC**