Out of Town
Written by HOSIE.
48 posts.
17 years old.
pizza >.
I am Male.
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Post by Alfred Smith on Apr 30, 2015 20:51:04 GMT
'Bad idea bad idea bad idea bad idea.
I don’t care.'
Alfie’s hand dropped almost immediately, attention torn from the thing in Pierce’s hand as he felt a hand against his jaw and lips pressing against his, which he all too quickly reciprocated. His fingers instinctively rested on Pierce’s leg, thumb running up his inner thing very gently, following the seam of his old jeans up to the crotch and resting there idle. The kiss felt like it lasted forever, other hand finding a way to curl around Pierce’s back and pull him closer, so lost in the moment that he had no idea what kind of mess he and Pierce were about to create for themselves. Who cared anyway, when the moment like this felt so damn right?
It was like their first kiss all over again - slow, tense, with just the right amount of confusion and laziness, even if this time that feeling was induced by a drug haze, and not just because the pair of them still had no idea who they were, or even who they wanted to be. You could almost sum up their relationship up in this one moment – the crash, quickly followed by the fire, which would soon be followed by the fallout, if they followed their usual pattern.
All too soon, Alfie found himself pulling away, something in his head finally ringing an alarm bell that this was wrong, or maybe he just felt the need to reply to Pierce? “Just for the record, I never got bored of you either.” He offered Pierce a slow smile, dazed eyes meeting the muddy brown ones staring back at him as his eyes fluttered open again, fingers brushing down Pierce’s spine. This was a very, very bad idea… Such a shame that neither of them seemed to care.
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Out of Town
Written by Lyssa.
501 posts.
19 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Pierce Reed on Apr 30, 2015 21:36:32 GMT
The entire moment felt to Pierce as if he was watching it from afar. Like it was all happening to someone else, and Pierce was just along for the ride. But at he felt Alfie pulling out of their liplock, Pierce was brought back to some sense of reality. "I loved you once," Pierce said in a low tone, his hand lazy grazing across Alfie's cheek, his index finger landing on the corner on his lips. "I never said it, but I did." Pierce felt like Alfie had a right to know that what they had before was so much more than he ever lead him to believe that it was. Though what that meant for them now, he didn't know. Pierce wasn't exactly thinking straight, but neither was Alfie. For all he knew, they wouldn't remember any of this in the morning anyways.
Pierce's other hand had dropped the joint on the concrete at some point during their kiss, and he reached over to take Alfie's hand, lacing their fingers together. "And I never wanted to leave you," he said, his voice so quiet that he wasn't sure Alfie would even hear him. Any thoughts of anyone else were gone, and it was just them. All Pierce wanted was him, even if it was completely and utterly wrong. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
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Out of Town
Written by HOSIE.
48 posts.
17 years old.
pizza >.
I am Male.
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Post by Alfred Smith on Apr 30, 2015 22:11:57 GMT
Loved. Emphasis on the d. Emphasis on the past tense of the word.
Alfie didn’t know what he thought Pierce was going to do – it’s not like he was pretending to not be in a relationship right now, and it’s not like Alfie had any right to still expect the feelings to still be buried so deep within Pierce’s chest that he didn’t actually realise it yet. Besides, Pierce had had time to move on, right? He’d found himself a new life and a new family and become a better person, and what had Alfie done? He’d clung to their old stolen moments and ideas and worried, occasionally feared for his life, and hoped to God that whenever Pierce had disappeared to, he would be happier than he was back in Vegas.
And he was, for the most part. But then Alfie had come back, and had somehow managed to unwind the boy back to factory settings within mere weeks of seeing him again, deforming the reformed without even a second thought, because that’s the Pierce that he loved, and that’s the Pierce that still held a piece of his heart… Maybe Alfie had been the problem after all. Mentally shaking the thought away, refusing to cling to anything Pierce may or may not say right now, because they both knew that neither of them were in the right mind to do anything sensible. After a pause, he untangled his arms from Pierce and sank into the man’s body, turning so his back was pressed against comfortably against Pierce’s chest, turning his head to press a light peck against his neck, which he quickly followed by another, and then another, running along his jawline with an almost natural precision; it was almost like they’d done this a thousand times before… Oh no, wait..
“You had to, though,” Alfie insisted, knocking the point of his nose against Pierce’s earlobe playfully before settling back into him, determined to finish the sentence that was written in his head. “I mean, I know my ma was hard to cope with, if she was even home, but your dad?” He shook his head. “I feel like he would’ve killed one of us, one day.”
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Out of Town
Written by Lyssa.
501 posts.
19 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Pierce Reed on Apr 30, 2015 22:45:54 GMT
Pierce's body moved easily in response to Alfie's movements, his arms wrapping around Alfie's torso and his head leaning back at his kisses. He couldn't help but smile at the gesture, even if this entire scenario was wrong in every sense of the word. For the first time in weeks, Pierce felt genuinely happy. Maybe it wasn't exactly genuine, since it was partially caused by the drugs flowing through his system, but it felt more real than anything he had felt in a while. "Probably," he said in response to Alfie's comment. "I was honestly surprised that he never showed up on my doorstep here to do just that." Pierce spent his first few weeks in Beacon Hills in a crappy run down motel, terrified that every knock at his door would be his father or his brother there to kill him. "But that doesn't make what I did right."
"I'm glad you came here," he said, looking out at the night sky as he leaned against one of the structures of the large porch. Pierce wondered what might have happened if Alfie's father had lived somewhere far away, and the two of them had never seen each other again. In all honesty, Pierce might not have ever thought about Alfie again. He might have, but it wouldn't have been unusual if the boy never crossed his mind. But Pierce couldn't help but think that it was fate. Like somehow they were meant to meet up again, even if it was only for this one night. Maybe after this they would never speak to each other again, but Pierce decided that he was going to enjoy the time with him while he had it.
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Out of Town
Written by HOSIE.
48 posts.
17 years old.
pizza >.
I am Male.
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Post by Alfred Smith on Apr 30, 2015 23:23:22 GMT
Vegas was no Beacon Hills, that was for sure. In Beacon Hills, it seemed people’s biggest issues were self-created, inputted by their drug use or self-inflicted determination that they had to be the best of everything, rather than most of them being born into a situation they didn’t particularly want to experience. Moving here was like taking everything he knew to be true and turning it upside down, and then proceeding to prod at it with various sticks until it was unidentifiable to anything he used to know. It was hard to adjust, to realise that he’d be greeted by actual people when he got home, that dinner wasn’t just eaten out of a can, and there were more than just four tv channels in the world (okay, so maybe he already knew that last one was true, but that didn’t mean he had access to a tv with any of the rumoured specialized channels). Sat there with Pierce, it was possibly the first time he’d ever truly felt safe. In Vegas, nothing had been in safe and in Beacon Hills, everything was just too alien. Pierce was his anchor to the real world, the person that calmed him down when all he wanted to do was lose himself in a drug induced stupor. Pierce was the guy he loved - no matter whether he was loved back or not.
Still, he couldn’t help but wonder about what life would be like if Austin had never turned up and whisked his ma away from him, if he was still trapped in a shitty hotel suite with rubbish wifi and a sofa that wasn’t even big enough to fully stretch out on. Would Pierce’s dad have come to finish the job? Clearly Pierce had no reason to worry about his dad tracking him down and killing him, because Alfie knew for a fact that the days Pierce spent hiding, he spent in hospital. Fingers resting gently on top of Pierce’s, he squeezed his hand lightly, knowing he’d been quiet for just a little too long and so finally speaking up again.
“I am too, I think.” There was a pause. “I mean, Ma was always kind of batshit crazy, but after your dad turned up she got so much worse, kept reminding me where she kept the gun with the silver bullets, and that if I needed any wolfsbane, she knew a guy on the strip that could hook me up… I don’t know what drugs she was on, or which drug she meant when she said it, but-“ he shrugged his shoulders, “-guess it doesn’t matter now that she’s gone, right?”
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Out of Town
Written by Lyssa.
501 posts.
19 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Pierce Reed on Apr 30, 2015 23:41:07 GMT
Pierce was brought out of their little world at the mention of silver bullets and wolfsbane. "Wait, what did you just say?" he asked, his reaction still a bit delayed, but the concern in his voice was still clear. Even under the influence, he could still comprehend the fact that Alfie's mother somehow knew about werewolves. "What did your mom know about wolfsbane and silver bullets?" he said, as if Alfie actually had any understanding of what his mother really knew about. But as far as Pierce knew, Alfie didn't know a thing about the existence of werewolves, and he planned to keep it that way. From his experience, the more non-supernatural people that knew about supernatural things, the more danger they were in. Of course, this wasn't always true, but he usually tried to play it safe. If Mason hadn't actually seen Pierce turn into a werewolf, he might not have ever told him either.
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Out of Town
Written by HOSIE.
48 posts.
17 years old.
pizza >.
I am Male.
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Post by Alfred Smith on May 1, 2015 0:02:38 GMT
"Uh, that she knew a guy? Why?" Alfie asked, brow furrowing as he struggled to see the urgency in the question. He was just making conversation, letting on slightly about just how much his mum had lost in those last few months, before finally pulling herself back to reality and dropping the whole "insane, caring mother" act and going back to just plain insane, snapping at him for all the smallest things, if she was even in the house. Whatever he'd said, he'd clearly touched some sort of nerve and, even if he wasn't quite sure why the hell it was relevant, he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out. He continued to stare up at the sky, fingers still rubbing lightly against Pierce's as he thought, doing his best to remember what his mum said, even if seemed like the most trivial pieces of information. His mum rarely spoke if she wasn't complaining about something, and so Alfie rarely actually listened, but she sometimes had her exceptions.. He bit his lip, doing his best to remember all the things he'd done his best to forget over the months. Considering the pair of them never really got on, it was weird how much in common Pierce and his mother had. Not that he'd tell either of them that.
"I think - I think she said something about needing to protect myself? I dunno, I don't tend to pay much attention to words said by a crack-whore." He shrugged again, gaze finally brushing back to look at Pierce, head turned to the side slightly.
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Out of Town
Written by Lyssa.
501 posts.
19 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Pierce Reed on May 1, 2015 0:21:40 GMT
Whatever concern Pierce had about Alfie's knowledge of werewolves faded when it was clear that Alfie had no idea what his mother had been talking about. How his mother knew, Pierce had no idea, but that wasn't his concern. Alfie was here and safe, and that was all that really mattered to him. "Oh okay," he said, shrugging the whole thing off. He tried to act as if it wasn't a big deal to him in the first place. "Sorry, I just got a little ancy for some reason." His arms tightened around Alfie's slim body gently, as if he was afraid that Alfie was somehow going to slip between his arms and disappear. After all these months of barely even thinking about him, suddenly he was terrified of losing him. That was just how Pierce worked.
A breeze picked up and the hairs on Pierce's arms stood up as a shiver ran down his spine. "It's too cold to almost be summer," he said with a slight laugh. At the same moment, Pierce could feel the hunger setting in that always went along with smoking pot. "We should get foooood," Pierce said, leaning down to plant a kiss on Alfie's cheek, as if it were a totally normal thing for him to be doing.
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Out of Town
Written by HOSIE.
48 posts.
17 years old.
pizza >.
I am Male.
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Post by Alfred Smith on May 1, 2015 0:40:39 GMT
Honestly, Alfie hadn't even noticed the cold unitl he felt Pierce shiver underneath him at the slight breeze, indicating that the temperature was a lot lower than what it should be. The reality was that they should really both be asleep by now, it must be about 4, 5 am by now. It was the time of morning that people shouldn't be awake at but, either way, Alfie didn't think too much of it, too busy snuggling himself closer to Pierce, knowing that the chances of this happening ever again after Pierce realised what he'd done and swore himself off ever taking any sort of drug again. He'd been away from the boy for so long; there was just so much he'd forgotten he'd even missed since then, like the smell that just reminded him of home, or the way he always held you like you were to be protected, rather than ever being the one being supposedly "saved". These weren't things he ever told the man, obviously, knowing that they were way too on-again-off-again for that to ever happen, but that didn't mean the thoughts weren't still there.
As soon as Pierce mentioned food, Alfie's tummy rumbled ever so slightly, indicating that clearly Pierce was having the best ideas. Biting his lip, Alfie thought for a moment before chiming in, "the Gold's have a whole kitchen of food, wanna be play chef for the night?" he asked, a certain playful twinkle in his eye, part of him just glad that the serious conversation was over, and had ended with him in Pierce's arms. "It'll be fun and you know it," he added, now grinning childishly.
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Out of Town
Written by Lyssa.
501 posts.
19 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Pierce Reed on May 1, 2015 2:59:13 GMT
A grin washed over Pierce's face, and he stood up carefully, managing to stand Alfie up in the process. "Alright," he said. "But if we make a mess and Jasper kills us, I'm blaming you." Pierce's words all slurred together, and he nearly stumbled into Alfie as he pointed at him on the word "you". Then he turned towards the door and opened it carefully, letting Alfie walk in before him since he probably knew where the proper light switches were. Pierce had only ever been to Jasper's house during parties, so it was odd seeing the place to dark and quiet. In Pierce's mind he felt like Jasper was just constantly having a party in his home, since that was always what it seemed like.
"So, I have this problem," he whispered into Alfie's ear, giggling a little at the end of his statement. "Because I really wanna kiss you again right now, but there's this tiny voice in the back of my head that's telling me that's a bad idea. How do I make the tiny voice go away?" The drugs had obviously taken their full effect on Pierce, but he couldn't have cared less about that. All he wanted in that moment was food and Alfie, not necessarily in that order.
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Out of Town
Written by HOSIE.
48 posts.
17 years old.
pizza >.
I am Male.
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Post by Alfred Smith on May 1, 2015 7:14:38 GMT
That was understandable - it was usually Alfie's fault messy things happened anyway. Besides, Jasper already kind of hated Aflie, whilst Pierce? He didn't seem to really care, one way or another. He liked him more than he disliked him, which meant it wasn't exactly fair to get Pierce swiftly into the dislike category just because he had a habit of making friends with exactly the wrong people. Following Pierce through the door, he gently took his hand and lead him through the array of modren, pretentious furniture, ignoring the teasing voice in his ear as best he could until they made it through to the kitchen. In truth, Alfie was feeling waaay too mellow to think much about anyone else, his head too caught up in the right now to care about the future or that past, brain just wanting to sit down on the sofa with a bag of crisps bigger than his head and eat the whole thing and not move for the next hour... He always was the chilled out stoner.
Pierce, on the other hand? He was the opposite type, the one that laughed and giggled and thought of really stupid ideas that only sounded like good ones whilst they were high; that including making out with your ex-boyfriend and possibly breaking a very expensive kitchen. As they got there, Pierce's murmurs finally registered in his head and Alfie just smiled, turning to face the redhead as he let go of his hand, taking a step closer as his fingers found his way back around Pierce's waist. This was a very, very bad idea, possibly the worst one Alfie had had all night, but he still couldn't find it within himself to care. Pushing Pierce back against the wall behind him, Alfie's fingers slipped under the fabric of his old t-shirt, running his fingers against the familiar skin of Pierce's back before pressing a long kiss against his lips, only pulling out to whisper, "it doesn't count if it's me kissing you instead, right?" It was a twisted logic, and really more of an excuse for this to go on even longer, but it's not like anyone was there to stop them.
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Out of Town
271 posts.
18 years old.
I am Female.
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Post by Xavier Dalton on May 1, 2015 13:30:51 GMT
A grin washed across Pierce's face as he was pushed up against the wall, his hands soon finding their way to lace behind Alfie's neck. The voice was gone now, and it was replaced with a burning desire for something that, had he been sober, he never would have thought of. Or maybe he might have, but he wouldn't have been so quick to act upon that desire. But here with Alfie, everything felt okay again. The feelings of depression and loneliness had vanished and in its place were the nostalgic feelings that he wanted back more than anything in the world.
"Yeah," Pierce said, his voice so low that it was almost a whisper. "That works." The logic behind it was skewed, but in Pierce's foggy mind, it made perfect sense. His relationship with Mason now felt like a distant memory rather than a very current one. This was who Pierce really was. He wasn't the perfect boyfriend that everyone thought him to be. He was the guy who cheated and used people whenever it best suited his needs, and as soon as he didn't need them anymore they would be brushed to the side. Any concept of love that he held had been shattered by his twisted past. Pierce didn't know how to love, but he knew how to feel it. This was love. Even if it would only last for one night under the heavy influence of whatever drugs were in his system, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that this is what love felt like.
Letting the wall behind him carry most of his weight, Pierce leaned backwards as his hands made their way down to Alfie's hips. With a quick bounce, Pierce picked Alfie up in the air by his legs, and he swiftly spun them around so that Alfie's back was now pinned against the wall. He gained a steady motion as his hips grinded against Alfie's, their liplock still very much intact.
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Out of Town
Written by HOSIE.
48 posts.
17 years old.
pizza >.
I am Male.
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Post by Alfred Smith on May 3, 2015 14:33:08 GMT
Oh Sweet Jesus, he forgot how easily Pierce could push his buttons. There was something about the way he knew Alfie inside and out, from how to prop him up against the wall to just where to run his fingers in order to make him feel things he forgot it was capable to feel. It wasn’t like it meant anything – it was just the mere idea of pure familiarity that was almost a comfort, the ease and the confidence and the security that this’d happened a thousand times before, and there was pretty much no way that it’d go wrong. It was simple, required no thought, and Alfie missed it a lot more than he’d care to admit.
Back against the wall, Alfie leaned into the kiss more, fingers clawing through Pierce’s hair, grabbing odd bits and pieces and pulling on them playfully, a certain curious desperation in his actions, like this was something he’d wanted to happen again for a long time. Fuck the consequences, it was like only right now mattered, and the selfish, horny bastard he knew and loved was back in his life… If only for a night. Lips finally leaving Pierce’s, he lazily grabbed the back neck of his shirt and pulled it over his head, discarding the item to the ground with a casual ease, actions influenced by his usual, teasing confidence that just seemed to get reinforced when Pierce was around. Everything was okay, everything was good – what else really mattered?
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Out of Town
Written by Lyssa.
501 posts.
19 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Pierce Reed on May 5, 2015 20:16:22 GMT
Shivers shot down Pierce's spine when Alfie's fingers tangled into his messy hair, and his hips bucked forward in response. This was a feeling Pierce hadn't felt in way too long. The excitement and adrenaline of being with someone that you hadn't been with in a long time. It wasn't a feeling Pierce experienced often, as he was usually in short term relationships that ended in pretending the other person never existed, or the few long term relationships that he had been in which eventually lost their spark. Mason wasn't the first person that he had gone through this process with, but he was definitely the most surprising. But Alfie kept was different. Alfie kept him interested somehow, not that he had any explanation as to how he managed to do it.
"Is this what you want?" Pierce whispered to Alfie, his head resting in the cradle between the boys neck and shoulder. Morals were the last thing on Pierce's mind at that moment, but he wasn't going to do this if Alfie was going to give him crap for it later. He knew what this meant. They both did. But Pierce couldn't bring himself to care at all, and he was seriously hoping that Alfie felt the same way.
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Out of Town
Written by HOSIE.
48 posts.
17 years old.
pizza >.
I am Male.
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Post by Alfred Smith on May 5, 2015 20:50:55 GMT
Head knocked back against the wall, chin tilted up toward the ceiling, there was no way to deny what this boy did to him. It was like being switched on after a little too long with no spark, his veins now buzzing with a desperate electricity, fingers grasping for something - anything that they could get their hands on to pull and tug at - usually settling for hair pulls, or merely clawing his fingers up the man's back... You couldn't count the amount of times Alfie had left red marks of possession down Pierce's back, dark wisps usually ending up scarring the pair of them for the next few days. Their love was raw, desperate and lustful in a way that even Alfie didn't quite understand.
Fingers running from his hair down to his hands, Alfie pried the grip off his hips until he landed back on the floor, one hand making quick work of the top button and zipper of Pierce's pants as the other pushed against the man's chest unitl their positions were switched, and Pierce's back was the one pressing against the wall. Pants undone, both hands proceeded to roam underneath his shirt, sweaty palms grabbing at soft skin as he leaned back in to press a number of kisses along the boy's jaw and up to his ear, nipping his earlobe with his teeth before gasping, "shut up and fuck me."
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