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Post by Braydon Anderson on Sept 14, 2014 21:34:44 GMT
Braydon was in the forest when suddenly he was getting chased by a wolf. I t happened a few hours ago and so now Braydon was making his way to Blake's house. His mom answered the door and braydon greeted her then went upstairs into Blake's room. He didn't bother knocking and just went in and closed the door. "Dude." Braydon said still in shock. "I was just chased by a wolf when I was in the woods. I thought that thing was gonna fucking eat me.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Sept 14, 2014 22:11:24 GMT
Exhausted. That was one way to describe how Blake was feeling. Whatever treatment they'd been giving him for the thing in his head that he was currently in denial about (well, he was for the most part - he'd lately insisted on wearing precautionary hats just in case he ended up going bald - that way if he actually needed start wearing them because of bald spots, no one would know). He'd insisted on keeping it a secret from school too, determined that he didn't want funny looks and sympathy from people he'd probably never spoken to before in his life. It was easier to just accept the sick leave from school for the car crash and pretend nothing else was going on, right? Still, his determination to pretend nothing was wrong didn't mean the treatment wasn't hitting him harder than he'd like, leaving him physically drained and mentally exhausted. In fact, he'd refused to get out of bed that morning. That was, until Braydon practically bounded into his room, talking about being chased by a wolf, or something equally as crazy.
"You... You what?" Blake replied, frowning slightly as he pulled himself out of bed (the poor kid was still in his pajamas), and walked over to Braydon, careful to pick up his hat from the bedside table and pull it on. "You're okay though, right?" He resisted the urge to crack a joke about the whole thing, partly because he was a little too tired to try, but also partly because the only valid joke he could think of involved mentioning the use of hallucinogenics, and the pair of them hadn't really spoken about any sort of drugs since the accident. It didn't seem right to joke about it yet, somehow. Still, he couldn't help but grin at Braydon anyway, honestly just glad he was here.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Sept 14, 2014 22:14:55 GMT
"The damn thing tried to eat me like since when do we have wolves here?" Braydon asked he shook his head. He didn't want to think about it even though he found it odd. He sighed and shook his head. "Anyway howre you?" Braydon asked pretty sure it was a stupid question.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Sept 14, 2014 22:38:12 GMT
"Maybe Beacon Hills is just becoming one of those places like in that film where all the animals turn evil and starting killing people... Oh no wait, I think it's the plants that starting eating people..." Blake trailed off, admittedly still quite high energy, despite the fact he felt a little like he could fall asleep any moment. Even when tired, Blake had a habit of talking as if it was the most important thing in the world, he just often ended up making a lot less sense. Sticking his tongue out at Braydon, he offered him a small grin as he entwined their fingers together, deciding that he earned the right to be cheesy as he replied, "I was kind of shit, but I'm a lot better now that you're here with me - I was literally dying of boredom before."
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Sept 14, 2014 22:48:44 GMT
"And you expect me to be your entertainment? " Braydon asked with a laugh. Blake was normally the one to entertain him. He took his hand and sat on the bed with him. "So how do expect me to entertain you?" Braydon asked.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Sept 14, 2014 22:56:58 GMT
Quickly concluding that the correct response to Braydon's question wasn't to just admit that he really just wanted to snuggle up to him and go to sleep (because what fun was that, really?), Blake thought for a minute before deciding to not even warrant Braydon with a verbal response first. Instead, he just pressed a long, soft kiss against his lips, eyes closing briefly before he realised that'd only make him sleepier, and forced them open again. "If you give me, like, five minutes, I'm sure I can come up with some way that you're meant to entertain me but, for now, just love me." He flashed Braydon a cheeky grin, pulling his hands out of Braydon's grip only to play with the buttons of his shirt instead. He didn't actually plan on undressing him, but he still hadn't quite managed to master the art of not fidgeting.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Sept 14, 2014 23:00:54 GMT
Braydon laughed a little and laid back on the bed pulling blake down with him and wrapping an arm around him. He kissed the top of his head. "That'll be easy." He said and then kissed him again.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Sept 17, 2014 0:52:01 GMT
"It better be," Blake teased, knowing that the comment was meant to sound intimidating, but also knowing that nothing could ever sound intimidating when it came out of his mouth. He wasn't the scary type. No, he was much more of a cuddler. Still, being cuddly didn't get you very much, other than lots of hugs (and kisses off a certain Mr. Anderson... Not that Blake was complaining). Craning his neck slightly so he could kiss Braydon properly in return, Blake didn't hesitate to move from playing with the buttons of Braydon's shirt to just slipping his hands under the fabric instead, fingers brushing against bare chest. "So, tell me about this big scary wolf that attacked you," Blake said, although he wasn't sure it was the time for small talk (he also did actually want to know about the wolf, not that it was appropriate right this second). His fingers continued to run across Braydon's chest as she moved to press soft kisses against his neck instead, teeth accidentally grazing his neck in the process.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Sept 17, 2014 1:17:09 GMT
Braydon smiled and pulled Blake up to his lips and when he got a chance he talked. "Well." He said kissing blake again. "It was in the woods." Kissed him again. "It saw me and then began chasing me.' Kissed him again. "But that's about it." Braydon said.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Sept 17, 2014 1:28:41 GMT
Blake almost pulled away, moving so he was almost sat on Braydon, fingers still stroking Braydon's chest with a certain playfulness that he, for some reason, couldn't manage to stop. He opened his mouth to speak, determined to say something along the lines of 'maybe we should go exploring' but not quite getting there, instead almost transfixed by Braydon. He was suddenly very aware of what was going on, that he was actually sat on Braydon, fingers slowly slipping nearer and nearer to the hem of Braydon's trousers, and that, truth be told, he was quite happy with the way the current situation was heading. Pulling his hat off and running one hand through his hair, he bit his lip before giving in and just announcing, "fuck it", his fingers returning to where they were as he leaned in again, pressing an almost desperate kiss to his lips now.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Sept 17, 2014 1:31:23 GMT
Braydon smiled at Blake. He ran his hand through Blake's hair. "God you're perfect." Braydon said. He began kissing Blake's neck and felt completely happy with him there. He wanted nothing to change.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Sept 17, 2014 1:50:41 GMT
"I know," Blake teased, just about managing to hold it together whilst Braydon kissed his neck, back arching slightly as he bit back an exclamation about just how sweet Jesus was, refusing to admit that he really was turned on that easily. "It's actually all part of my char-" Braydon had clearly kissed his neck again or - or something, because the next word out of Blake's mouth was "-fuck." And that was when he finally gave in, fingers clasping around the fabric of Braydon's top as he stripped him of it, deciding that if Braydon asked why, he'd just argue that he'd taken his hat off, so it was was clearly fair. Carelessly throwing the shirt to the other side of the room, Blake's attention quickly span back to Braydon, already a little breathless as he kissed him again, mischievous smile pulling at the edges of his lips.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Sept 17, 2014 1:55:06 GMT
Braydon laughed a little when Blake pulled off his shirt. He reached over and pulled off Blake's shirt too and then began kissing him again. "I love you. " Braydon said. He kissed Blake's neck softly. Braydon let his mind go dree. He was a little amused by how turned on Blake was already.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Sept 18, 2014 12:36:54 GMT
Finally just giving in, Blake pressed a series of small kisses along Braydon's jaw, one finger trailing down his chest until he reached the hem of his jeans, lazily playing with the button to his pants. Another soft kiss planted itself against Braydon's neck before he finally looked up again, lazily raising a curious eyebrow at him, silently asking Braydon a question he wasn't sure he should ask out loud. Almost as if to demonstrate what he meant, he pulled the zip of Braydon's pants down, fingers drumming lighly against his crotch.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Sept 18, 2014 12:43:46 GMT
Braydon moaned when Blake began drumming his fingers. "Yes." He said. He grabbed the sheets and to be honest if blake was closer he probably would've ended up clawing his back which isn't something he'd actually mean to do. He was so out of breath by now.
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