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Post by ryan mitchell on Oct 4, 2009 13:35:04 GMT -5
--- His heart was pounding wildly in his chest -- Ryan couldn't remember the last time that he was this nervous. He stared at his hands, neatly folded in his lap, his argent gaze focusing on the black "S" engraved in his right wrist. Absentmindedly, he chewed on his full bottom lip, a certain habit he had gotten into when he was in junior high. He always bit his lip whenever his nerves got the better of him. It seemed to tear him away from his worries and hurl him back down to Earth. However, today, it wasn't working very well. You see, today was an extremely special day for Ryan. His heart leaped into his throat when he merely thought of it -- the fact that he was finally, finally going to get a master today. He had been delayed in getting one before -- she had been arrested for working the streets. Not that he had any idea of what that meant. Dear Ryan, you see, is extremely innocent and has no concept of either sex, drugs, or extremely violent actions. He had never been exposed to most of these things as a kid, except, of course, the violence.
--- Memories came flooding back to when he was lying on the floor, burning slowly to death. He bit down harder on his lip. Maybe the pain would make the thoughts go away. Normally, it did, but now it just made him focus more on the fact that he was meeting his master for the first time. It seemed all so surreal -- but, here he was, sitting in the apartment room of his new master. He had gotten the letter that always came from the government, telling him the directions and where his master lived. They never gave him a name, though. Nervously, he looked at his nails before bringing his hand up to his mouth and biting down on them slightly. Again, another habit he had so wonderfully picked up during junior high. Maybe he never got his oral fixation stage completed or something. Either way, it slightly calmed his nerves down, but alas, his nails always looked horrid after he was done.
--- His argent gaze glanced at the letter he had set down on the ornate looking coffee table he was sitting in front of. The letter made it sound like he was supposed to make himself feel at home. After all, this would be where he was living from now on. He looked around idly, trying to calm the wild flurry of his heart by focusing on something else. The house was immaculate. Everything had its place, everything was in proper order. The man -- or woman, either way -- was anal retentive, it seemed -- at least with the way they kept their house. The thought brought a soft smile to his face, making his cheeks blush slightly. It reminded him of something, of someone. Specifically, Keith. Immediately, he felt his heart throb in reflex to the thought of his name. Just how it sounded was enough to make him float... and the fact that... that he knew he was still here. He was alive. He had, miraculously just spoken to him the night before. Their conversation was lengthy, filled with angst and some other ache that he couldn't really describe... loneliness? Devotion? Love? He couldn't deny it to himself any more. He was hopelessly in love with his best friend, the man that he left on such awful terms, but Ry knew Keith never meant a word... He shook his head, his hand moving up to brush the fringe of his bangs out of his eyes. They were quite convenient tools for him to hide behind if necessary, but nobody was here yet.
--- He continued to look around, trying to find more clues as to what type of person his master might be by looking at the artifacts of their home. He rose from the couch, gently, just like everything else he did, and walked over to a vanity. It was tall and wooden, and a few framed pictures rested on the shelves, along with many different books. He tilted his head to the side, picking up one of the framed pictures. It was of a woman -- she looked ragged. He wasn't quite sure if she was the one that lived here. It would make sense. There was something increasingly familiar about her eyes, the look on her face... it was driving him insane, but he put the picture down of the woman, right where it belonged. He vaguely noticed that there wasn't a speck of dust on the shelf. Would he be able to clean the way they wanted him to? He was a failure at all of that. He couldn't cook -- he'd blow something up. He could barely clean without breaking something. He couldn't even talk without pissing himself, for Christ's sake. He had been born into a very unforgiving world for a meek personality like his. All he could ever do was screw up and then beg pathetically for forgiveness. That's all this master was going to get, and he silently prayed to God or whoever would listen to him that his master would be kind, would be patient...
--- The minutes slowly ticked by, accentuated by the slow tocks of the clock. He ran his tongue over his lips nervously. When was he -- she? -- going to get here? The clock bonged, signaling the turn of a new hour. His heart leaped in time with the clanging, and he had to hold on to the vanity to steady himself. He took a few, shaky breaths before steadily walking back to the couch. He leaned against it and looked down at his hands again, swallowing. They had to get here soon. His heart was pounding again. There was only one surefire way of calming him down at this point.
--- "Hello world, hope you're listening... forgive me if I'm young, for speaking out of turn..." [/i] The words floated from his mouth perfectly, the lyrics blending with his emotion-filled, sweet sounding voice. He sang that song to himself to always calm himself -- it was his only way of keeping contact with Keith. It was the only way he could ever portray how important he was to him, how much he meant to him. He could always pour all of his emotions into those lyrics. They were enough to break anyone's heart, and occasionally even his own. He had cried before while singing that song, but now it was much easier. Because... because Keith was alive. He was alive. He talked to him, he knew... "Come home, come home, 'cuz I've been waiting for you so long, so long... and right now, there's a war between the vanities, and all I see is you and me... and the fight for you is all I've ever known, so come home..."[/i] As the lyrics brought the song to a close, his eyes fluttered shut, the mascara on the tips of his lashes accentuated by the small film of tears covering them. He hadn't cried, his eyes had just gotten watery... --- The sound of the door opening made his body immediately jump a little. His heart pounded again, and he nervously opened his eyes -- and froze. ...no...it...it couldn't be... [/justify] post[/color] complete words[/color] 1 , 234 muse[/color] 10/10 for[/color] keith comments[/color] do not feel pressured to reply with as many words as this, this is outrageous. I had a muse baby. D: [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by keith morgan on Oct 4, 2009 17:29:55 GMT -5
 YOUR EYES[/size] are the brightest of all the colors[/color] [/center]
-- Keith liked his job. Really, he did. Mr. and Mrs. Zondervan were both kind people, and they ran their pub in a very orderly fashion. However, there was always the occasional douchebag that would come walking in the doors, and unfortunately for Keith, he was always the one that had to deal with them. That was the downside of being the solo male -- besides the elderly owner -- working at the bar. All the dirty work was left to him. Today had been particularly nasty. A man by the name of Ernie -- he'd been to the pub countless nights before, Keith knew him well -- had come stumbling into the building, already wonderfully drunk and reeking of his own vomit. And the first thing he said when he plopped himself on a stool in front of Keith? "Heeey you, wit' the gay hair.. Fuckin' fauxhawk.. ge'me a drink." The words, of course, all wonderfully slurred and ridden with hiccups. Already in a bad mood, that just pissed Keith off more. Thank god his shift ended in half an hour...
-- That half hour lasted longer than he hoped it would, however. He had to break up two fights, both started by the exact same people. Then a young girl who looked barely old enough to be in high school had walked in, and although she did have an id, Keith was 99.9% sure that it was fake. He gave her a drink anyways; it would serve her right when she got in trouble for it later. Finally, his shift ended. Stuffing the apron he was forced to wear with his uniform behind the counter, he then ducked into the back room, grabbed his coat, said "good-bye" to the Zondervan's and headed out the door. It was chilly out; fall was, undoubtedly, here. And unfortunately, he'd been stupid enough to walk to work that afternoon. It hadn't been cold earlier, but it certainly was now. Hugging himself, he began the three block trek to his apartment building.
-- When he finally arrived, he found a letter stuck beneath the 'Welcome!' rug in front of his door. Leaning down, he picked it up and tore it open, at the same time digging his keys out of his pocket. Pulling the letter out, he began to read. 'To Mister Keith Morgan, we are happy to inform you that you have been assigned a new servant. Please be ready to receive him/her at your home...' Blahblahblah, and the letter went on, but Keith didn't bother reading it. It was too cold to linger out here. Shoving the key in the lock, he opened the door, hurried inside -- and froze.
-- There, standing right in front of him, was the man who had been in his dreams only the night before. Chestnut eyes went wide as he stood where he was, one foot set in front of the other as if about to take another step, arms held aloft, keys in one hand, the letter in the other. The door was still wide open. "R- ... Ryan..?" The name felt strange coming off his tongue, sounded foreign to his ears. Licking his lips, he swallowed deeply as his eyebrows furrowed. Finally taking that previously frozen step, he slammed the door behind him and suddenly rushed forward, dropping the keys and the letter to the floor. Just before he reached the other man, he opened his arms wide, and quite suddenly wrapped Ryan in a tight embrace. He wasn't even sure why he did it -- it had just been first instinct. Pulling back seconds later, his face was still frozen in that slightly amazed, completely surprised expression. "What... What're you doing here..?" He stuttered, letting his density shine through. It would've been clear to anyone else what Ryan's presence meant, due to the letter, but Keith wasn't thinking now. His mind had stopped, completely.
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Post by ryan mitchell on Oct 4, 2009 18:01:48 GMT -5
--- It couldn't be... it... Ryan's life didn't work this way. It never worked this perfectly. Pieces didn't just fall into place like this -- not for him, not for anyone. It was impossible, damn it... but, then again, he had just told Keith the night before that nothing was impossible. He was eating his words. He was a hypocrite and he knew it... he mutely shook his head, his heart feeling as if it were grazing at his uvula, it was pounding so rapidly. He swallowed thickly, his argent gaze still wide with realization, hope, denial... he couldn't identify all of the emotions fluttering around inside of him. It was just impossible to do that.
--- He watched as Keith's expression seemed to mirror his own. Finally, finally Ryan was getting his wish. He was able to see him. He was tangible, able to be seen and touched in front of him. He wasn't a dream, an apparition like he always was before... yes, Ryan had dreams about Keith. Not brotherly dreams, either. Dreams where his hands were roaming in places they shouldn't have. Dreams where nothing was left to the imagination, where Ryan would wake up in a cold sweat, panting, with a vivid pink flush on his face and chest to make him look more alive than he had ever felt before -- he swallowed dryly, already feeling the effects of just seeing the man again. He mutely shook his head again, waiting for Keith to take the next step. Ryan couldn't move. His body was frozen at the spot. He immediately chewed on his lip, not sure of what to say. "K-Keith -- ..." he finally murmured, breathlessly. It was amazing how just one word, one simple name, could hold so much emotion, so many hidden meanings...
--- Keith became a blur -- he wasn't that fast, but Ryan's previously unshed tears were now slowly pricking at his eyes again... He felt himself being swept up into his strong arms, and a very quiet, meek sounding sob escaped him. He could smell whiskey on his jacket. He didn't seem drunk. He assumed that he worked at that pub across the way. That would explain why his face was so red and wind-bitten... He gritted his teeth and moved to embrace him, but he had taken too long. The moment was over -- he always moved slowly. He always had to think things over. The look of disappointment on his face was barely contained as Keith pulled away. Automatically missing his warmth, Ry wrapped his own arms around his body, trying to retain what little Keith left him with. Black tears slowly trailed down his pale cheeks, now flushing with excitement, surprise, and happiness.
--- He sniffled and wiped at his nose and eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie, making blurred black smudges all over his cheeks. By this point, he didn't care what he looked like. He was just too damn happy to see him. He was trembling, ever so slightly, from all of the stimuli. A watery, infectious smile broke out across his face, completely conflicting with the mascara tears rolling down his cheeks still. He laughed weakly and shook his head. "I... I g-got a m-master, Keith -- " he said breathlessly, before another sob escaped him. He couldn't contain himself. He had never felt this happy before in his entire life. All of the emotions bombarding him at one time were slowly becoming too much for him, so he instead took another step at Keith and wrapped his arms around him, instead of the normal other way around. Immediately he marveled at how well they fit together. Two pieces of a puzzle -- like one of those necklaces that have a half a heart; when you put them together, they become a whole. That's how his relationship always had been with Keith. His hands balled up slightly as he took the material of his shirt into his hands, trying to draw him closer. He was probably suffocating him by now. He quickly loosened his grip at the idea, instead burying his face in the crook of Keith's neck. This all was really unnatural for the both of them... but what was even weirder was how natural it did feel... to him, at least. He swallowed thickly and sobbed again.
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Post by keith morgan on Oct 5, 2009 16:55:40 GMT -5
YOUR EYES [/size] are the brightest of all the colors[/color] [/center]
-- When he saw the tears rolling down Ryan's cheeks, Keith's heart broke a little. He knew that, yes, they were probably happy tears, but still. Ryan was crying. He wanted to wipe those black trails away, hold him close, never ever let go. And when Ryan smiled... oh god, that smile... He'd almost forgotten how gorgeous it was. It warmed his heart; every ventricle, down to the very last vein. And as the blood pumped through, echoing loudly in his ears, he could feel the cold of the weather ebbing away, slowly being replaced by the warmth in Ryan's smile and laugh.
-- The weight of the words that the other spoke in response to his question took a long while to sink in. So long, that before he knew it, there were warm arms around him, holding him with a force that Keith hardly realized until the grip was loosened. Immediately, as if a reflex had been hit, he returned the embrace, one arm going tightly around the other man's middle, the other curling up, hand coming to rest against the back of Ryan's head, fingers tangled loosely in those soft black locks.
-- Finally, the magnitude of the situation had hit him. The letter, Ryan's presence... It could all only mean one thing. All of their worrying about who Ryan would be assigned to turned out to be pointless in the end. And thank God, Allah, Buddha, whoever it was that had granted them this mercy, for that. "You're my..." He began, but then quickly trailed off, shaking his head. He wouldn't say that word; he hated that word. Instead, he whispered, "You're mine." Voice barely loud enough to be heard. His gaze was fixed on a spot on the wall above Ryan's shoulder, but when he heard him let out a sob, he looked down and pulled away slightly. "Hey, shh, no more crying," He said softly, eyes searching Ryan's face as he brought a hand around to gently wipe away a tear. "You're gonna get me going, and you know how much I hate crying." But already, wetness was beginning to form in the corner of his eyes. Ryan was his. No one else's. He never had to worry about him being abused or mistreated by anyone ever again. This fact alone made him the happiest person in the world.
-- As a single tear rolled down his cheek, he looked down and pulled away from the embrace. Turning away, he furiously wiped at his cheek and his eyes, letting out a sniffle. He didn't want Ryan to see him like this. Despite their conversation from the day before, it still made him feel weak. And now that Ryan was here, he knew his duty. He had to be that rock that they had spoken of. He wasn't allowed to be weak. Turning back around, he sniffled again and forced a weak smile, beginning to slip his leather jacket off his shoulders, revealing the red plaid shirt beneath. "Sorry..." He mumbled, looking up at Ryan's pretty face. "It's just.. been an eventful day.. Bad day at work and.. now this. It's kind of overwhelming." Throwing his jacket so that it caught on the back of the couch and hung there.
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Post by ryan mitchell on Oct 5, 2009 17:08:31 GMT -5
--- Good Lord... it was only fully starting to sink in. The whole thing about Fate and destiny and all that crap that he normally didn't even begin to believe in... it all was making sense, now. There was something so totally twisted about it, about how everything fell into place so perfectly, that Ryan began to wonder to himself if he was just dreaming. He felt dizzy, as if he was floating on a cloud. All he could do to tether himself back to the real world was merely cling tighter to the man that meant everything to him, that was his entire world. Keith would never, ever understand how much Ryan had missed him, how he was Ry's entire world... how, whenever he'd smile that little half-smirk of his, his entire body would shake...
--- A single, magical moment happened at that point. Right at the time when he didn't think Keith would do anything but stand, stupefied in his own embrace, when he felt a warm hand snake around to wrap around his middle, and another hand slide up to grasp raven feather-like hair in his strong hand to pull him closer. Inhibitions, for Ryan, were shed at this point. Bravely, he took a deep breath, inhaling his intoxicating scent. The whiskey combined with leather smell was strong, but there was that comforting, all-male scent that completely and only belonged to Keith that was there, as well. A watery smile broke along his face as he felt himself being pulled in closer. Did Keith have his own gravitational pull? Or was that Ryan himself, his hands gathering up fistfulls of his leather jacket?
--- He couldn't believe how warm he felt, how alive he was... he could feel Keith's heart thump gently against his torso. He was really here, he really was tangible and able to be felt... Ry bit down on his lip again, his head shaking faintly. He felt Keith begin to speak -- he barely heard him, but he was able to feel the words in his own heart, stirring something that, despite it being so long that he had felt it before, felt extremely and comfortingly familiar. The words brought a full-out beaming grin to his face, and all he could do was nod wordlessly before clinging to him harder. More tears fell from argent eyes, landing softly on Key's jacket.
--- The magnitude of all of this was incredible -- Keith, he knew, would treat him fairly and justly. He would be gentle, as he always would. He'd be a friend, not a figure of fear. That was what Ryan had always wanted in a master, and this was just... the best thing, the best possible scenario to happen. Something that Ryan wouldn't even allow himself to dream of happening to him. He felt Keith move away again, making a soothing sound and cooing at him -- the sound of his voice made his heart melt more, and he tried his best to stop crying, but more tears fled out like a waterfall. He saw his hand rise, and the calloused, unbearably warm fingers gently, ever so gently, brushed black tears away from his face. Ryan immediately leaned into his touch, not even thinking about it. "I - I'm s-- s-s-sorry -- I c-can't -- I j-just -- " He tried to convey the emotions that were flying around inside him, but he couldn't. He sniffled, reluctantly pulling his hand away to wipe his face on his sleeve again, and there he was once again, five years old, innocently sobbing in front of his best friend and big-brother figure.
--- He stared in a mixture of happiness and horror as he watched a single tear roll down Keith's cheek. His fingers twitched, but, as always, he was too slow in thinking about wiping it away. He broke away, and Ryan bit his inner cheek to bite back the pathetic whimper that was threatening to escape him. He swallowed thickly and took a step back, watching as his entire life turned away from him, wiping angrily and disdainfully at his face, almost in punishment. He shook his own head slightly and set a large, delicate hand on Keith's shoulder, nothing but total devotion shining in his silver gaze. He lifted his hand as he watched his jacket fall slightly, and he swallowed a little, almost a gulp, out of nerves. His pupils dilated, ever so slightly, and his heartbeat began to quicken once again. Keith always had that type of effect on him -- just by taking off a jacket, Ryan felt his body begin to imagine other things that could slide just as easily off of his broad shoulders... He quickly shook his head, snapping himself back into reality.
--- He smiled gently and shook his head, his eyes saying that there was no need to apologize to him. This was Ryan, after all. "K-Keith... I..." He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I p-prepared t-talking to a m-master that I d-didn't know, b-but wh-what...what I want t-to say is... is the same fo-for you, as well, cherie." He swallowed and began. "I'm n-not a good c-cook. Th-things... things b-blow up wh-when I make t-toast, you've s-seen it before. I c-can't clean, m-my hands are t-too clumsy f-for me to a-actually maneuver a-around anything... I'm n-not a good s-servant. Not at all." He looked down, his eyes shining with something he couldn't identify. "B-but... th-there's... there's one thing I'm g-good at." He nervously chewed down on his lip. Keith had just said that he was under a severe amount of stress, right? Well, Ryan could see through the form fitting plaid shirt he wore that there were plenty of knots riddling his back. He walked up, nervously, behind him, making him turn around by moving his hands onto Keith's shoulders. "F-feel f-f-free to... t-to stop me, th-this might hurt a bit..." he murmured to him tenderly before his hands slowly trailed down Keith's shoulders. Featherlight touches outlined Keith's shoulderblades before he moved back to his shoulders. Slowly, his thumbs began to knead into the muscle and skin underneath the shirt. People had always said he was good at this -- he might as well try it on Keith, right? There was always pain with a good massage, so he was waiting for the grunt of pain to come from Keith, but that was a good sign. That meant, with the pain, an extreme pleasure would soon follow. It was an odd blend, Ryan knew, but at least it would hopefully help the stress...
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Post by keith morgan on Oct 5, 2009 22:41:50 GMT -5
YOUR EYES [/size] are the brightest of all the colors[/color] [/center]
--- Keith watched Ryan's face closely as the jacket slid from his shoulders. Those gorgeous argent eyes seemed to follow every move that he made, flicking, lingering. He could only dare to imagine that maybe, behind those eyes, feelings and thoughts of want were circling. As chestnut met silver, Keith's heartbeat increased; aforementioned thoughts were certainly plauging his own mind. He hardly even registered when Ryan began to speak, but quickly shaking himself from his trance, he snapped to attention. He couldn't help but smile a little at Ryan's shaky, nervous voice. It'd been so long since he'd heard it, but it was still so familiar. Keith had told him countless times, he needn't be nervous around him... he would never put him down, never hurt him. Not ever again. Biting the inside of his lip to conceal that smile, he nodded slowly as the other spoke. A small chuckle slipped from his lips when Ryan mentioned cooking -- yes, he had seen. He remembered back when they were both around the age of eleven, when they had gone to a fast food restaurant. Ryan's food had grown cold, so he put it in the microwave, but he forgot to take the tin foil wrapping off first. When the foil sparked from inside the microwave, the poor boy had nearly started crying. It'd been funny to Keith back then... but now that he thought about it... He knew of Ryan's deep-rooted fear of fire. He could only imagine what had gone through the boy's mind in that moment. A frown came to Keith's face, then.
--- Watching Ryan turn his gaze downwards, Keith's eyes widened slightly when Ryan next spoke. The older man was famed for having quite the dirty mind, and of course, his imagination immediately jumped to what that one thing could be... And so, when Ryan stepped up in front of him and put his hands on his shoulders, turning him around, his breath caught in his throat. Oh god... Stop him, why on earth would he stop him when... But then, suddenly, a deep pain shot through the muscles in his back. Letting out a pained 'mmf', he craned his neck around to watch Ryan's fingers knead against his shirt and the skin beneath. The pain lasted a moment, but then slowly, he began to feel something entirely different. It actually felt... good. He could feel the tense muscles in his back beginning to relax, bringing his heartbeat with it, until his eyes were heavy. It was if through Ryan's fingers, the stress of the day, the entire week, was seeping away from his body. He almost wanted to sink back... Sink into Ryan and his warmth... "You're really good at this." He mumbled quietly, arms hanging limp at his sides.
--- After a couple of minutes of just letting Ryan have his way, Keith had settled into a deep state of relaxation. His eyes had finally fallen closed, and his legs shook slightly with the struggle to hold his heavy body upright. His breathing had slowed. But even in this state, thoughts were still swirling endlessly in his head. He thought about what Ryan had said, how he wouldn't be a good servant. Then he spoke, softly, "I don't want you to think of yourself as my servant, Fly... You're free to come and go as you please. If you don't want to do something that I tell you to, then don't. I don't want you to feel... imprisoned.. here, in any way. This is your home now." Pausing a long moment, he then turned around, causing Ryan's hands to fall away from him. But immediately, his own hands reached out, and he took Ryan's in his, holding them gently and gazing up at his eyes. "But if you think I'm ever going to let you get away from me again... You're wrong." He was never going to leave Ryan. They belonged together... even if it wasn't in the way that Keith dreamed. He was fine with just being Ryan's friend. More than that would be kindofreally amazing, yes, but he would deal with keeping those emotions bottled up if he had to. After all, he'd been doing it already for the past twenty years. What was another forty or so?
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Post by ryan mitchell on Oct 6, 2009 7:52:44 GMT -5
--- Yes, Ryan, too, was remembering the day when he had been stupid enough to try and cook. He wasn't even cooking, for Chrissake, and he pretty much blew up his own food that he was only trying to heat up. He remembered the spark -- oh, Jesus, the spark -- and immediately felt a shiver run down his spine. Normally, he honestly would have dropped to the floor, unconscious, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. That's how he always had been with fire, ever since that happened to him with his mother so long ago. He had been very near hysterics when he had seen the flame shoot out of his food, and he even saw the black spots begin to cloud his vision, but the thing that kept him from fainting completely was Keith, standing next to him, trying not to laugh and pulling him up into his arms to keep him calm. Just as the thought had made him feel more nervous than before, the memory of his warmth keeping him safe from the flame made his heart melt a little, and a very quiet smile crossed his features. He felt much more tranquil, now that he had Keith actually standing next to him, ready to protect him from anything and everything, ready to fight away all of the monsters following him, ready to extinguish any flame.
--- He saw Keith's eyes widen slightly -- normally, Keith would come right back with some sort of joke or something, but he could see that Ryan was serious about what he had said before. His heart leaped into his throat -- what did that mean? Did that mean that, if he was thinking about what Ryan thought he was thinking of... would he want it? Is that why he looked so jumpy? Or was he jumpy because he wanted to get away, he wanted Ryan to not even begin to touch him, let alone in that way... But, when he felt Key easily move with Ry's gentle nudge, he knew the answer. Keith wanted this... He heard the slight grunt of pain, and Ryan sighed quietly, waiting for Keith's order to tell him to stop. Whatever order he would give, Ryan would follow it. No matter what. But when he saw that Keith was slowly sinking into his touch, a small smile lit up his pale features. He seemed to be enjoying himself, at least.
--- He then allowed himself a bit of time to marvel at how his muscles felt underneath his shirt. His tongue ran over his lips nervously, feeling years of sexual repression slowly begin to ooze from every pore in his body. He was so warm... His own eyelids slowly began to flutter shut as he continued to knead and grind his fingers into his back, working every knot out of the muscles. He couldn't believe that a man could feel this hard underneath his hands, and yet, there were parts that felt soft to the touch... Keith felt maleable under his fingertips. It was incredible that Ryan could ever feel this sense of power... he had never felt this way before. He chewed absentmindedly on his lip as he worked the muscles more and more, hearing Keith's breathing slow down drastically and his body slowly grow limp. He smiled again when Keith finally found the strength to murmur. "I -- urh -- th-thanks --" he mumbled back, shy as ever.
--- He bit back a moan when he saw the look of utter peace on his master's face. He saw that Key's legs were slightly shaking, and he wondered for a moment if he was supposed to stop, but he never did. He kept going, kept working the muscles until he was sure that Keith was seeing stars. He heard words float effortlessly from his mouth, and Ryan smiled ever so softly at them. "I... I know, cherie." No other type of speech was needed to match Keith's words of encouragement. He leaned forward slightly so that his own breath was hitting at the shell of Key's ear."I... I never c-could h-have a-a-asked for... for a better p-person to be assigned t-to than you," he then added in a deft whisper. He pulled away, and then felt Keith move in his arms. He felt his own hands fall to his sides -- about to, until Keith gently grabbed them in his own. He was shocked at the tender expression on his face, the words that floated from his lips again... God, how could this moment ever be more perfect? If Keith actually felt what you wished he was feeling now, a voice nagged at the back of his head. He let the thought pass, just as he always did, and instead gave him a beaming smile. It was rare for Ryan to grin this much in one day, let alone an hour, or even twenty minutes. But anything was possible with Key. He took a step forward, swallowing dryly.
--- It seemed that it was now or never... so he took the hands enclosing his own, tugging them upwards to his face. He leaned down slightly and kissed Keith's hands, his eyes fluttering closed for a split second. He could only go so far with "it's just brotherly" gestures without making him seem... like what he was, like how he really felt. His heart was in his throat again, hoping, praying that Keith would receive him without some weird judgement. He looked up, argent gaze filled with fear and apprehension. His mind was already coming up with as many excuses and apologies as it could, ready to fire out at his command.
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Post by keith morgan on Oct 6, 2009 11:37:08 GMT -5
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--- It'd been so long... So long since Keith had felt these things, for anyone at all. He'd always loved Ryan, since the very beginning, and never anyone else. He never would. A single thought ran on an endless loop inside his head: we belong together. However cheesy and cliche it was, it was still true. There was no one in the world who could be more perfect for Keith Morgan than Ryan Mitchell. His chestnut eyes moved slowly across Ryan's face, taking in every single feature. Each dimple, every mark or change in skin tone. Those eyes, such a strange color, that Keith could get lost in for days. His pale cheeks, almost constantly tinged pink by a cute blush. The full, pink lips, that Keith wanted nothing more in the world than to feel pressed against his own. He couldn't find a single imperfection on Ryan's features. He was just... perfect. Keith felt like he was not enough, in so many ways. How could such a plain person like himself, deserve a head turner like Ryan? He really didn't, seemed the simple answer. Ryan deserved so much more. Keith would give him his life, his entire world, but it still wouldn't be enough.
--- Ry's smile was contagious, so of course when that smile spread onto his lips, Keith couldn't help but smile right back, his lips twitching up into his infamous little smirk. He was so happy, just standing right here, sharing a moment. It made his heart warm, seeing the man beam like that. He glanced downwards at Ryan's feet and licked his lips in a nervous way when he stepped closer. It was such an intimate position... But of course, it meant nothing. Ryan didn't like him that way. Who was he kidding? Talk about 'out of his league'... But then... His breathing stopped as he felt Ryan lifting his hands, brown gaze following them all the way up until there were velvet-soft lips against his rough skin. His pupils dilated just the tiniest bit as his gaze flicked from their hands to Ryan's eyes, back and forth, once, twice, three times. Swallowing nervously, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down his throat, and finally he let his gaze linger with Ryan's. He stared for the longest time, searching for... something... A question? An answer? ... Not even Keith himself knew.
--- Then the moment caught him. Seized him and made him deaf, blind and dumb to everything around them, to any doubt circling in his mind. This was it, that moment of Now or Never. Stepping forward, he closed the space between them. First, his chest pressed against Ryan's; he could feel the heat of the younger man's body radiating from beneath his clothing. Then their hips touched, clashing together in that perfectly imperfect way that hips always seem to do. He dropped Ryan's hands, instead wrapping his arms around to place his own hands softly against the dip in Ryan's lower back. Then, finally, he rose to his tiptoes and closed the very last gap keeping them apart. His lips met Ryan's in a soft, barely-there kiss. His heart immediately jumped to his throat, his entire body tingling pleasantly. After mere seconds, he pulled back, sinking back to the ground slowly. His gaze remained fixed upon Ryan's face. Lips parted slightly, he could only pray to God that Ryan wouldn't push him away and jump back. "What--" He began, but his voice faltered. Looking down, he took a deep breath in and out, trying to regain control of his nerves. Then he looked up and tried again. "What would you say if I told you I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember?"
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Post by ryan mitchell on Oct 6, 2009 19:42:46 GMT -5
--- Would one believe it if Ryan had thought those same exact words in his own psyche, every single day? Honestly, the thought shouldn't have been all that surprising. Keith had been his life ever since day one -- really, he had saved his life. More than once -- of course, once literally, but many times over, Key had pulled Ryan out of the darkest depths of his own mind, saving him from himself. Despite how cliche that sounded, it was all true. There was nothing Ryan wanted more than to spend the rest of his life with this man, and now he got his wish. Never would Ryan ever even begin to think that Keith would wind up being his master. His master. Suddenly, a possessive streak flushed through Ryan's veins, making his cheeks blush slightly with the heady thought. His. His his his his. Immediately, he chewed on his lip in apprehension, nerves, whatever he always felt whenever he thought of something like this...
--- All he could hear was the frantic pulsing of his own heart in his ears. Would Keith reject him, like he had always thought he would? It had always seemed to him that he was straight -- straight as an arrow. He liked girls. The thought was, obviously, heartbreaking, but it was something that Ry knew he couldn't change. God knows that he himself had tried to make himself fall in love with a woman -- even another man... just... just not Keith... this was the worst man to ever be in love with. He was totally out of his league -- he had no interest in him in that way, in the way he always hoped of, always dreamed of... He chewed his lip nervously again -- it must have been bleeding by now, but neither of the couple seemed to really notice nor care. Why was he staring at him like that? He looked completely shocked in every way possible? Did Ryan do something he shouldn't have done? Oh, damn it, of course, why didn't he reign in his overwhelming emotions like he was always able to do before?! Why did all of a sudden that little kiss have to escape him, have to... what... what... what...
--- What... His ash gaze widened intensely when he felt their chests suddenly being pressed together. His body slowly began to tingle -- never was contact with Keith this intimate, this close... His heart thundered faster than he had ever felt it thunder before. He could feel Keith's heartbeat mimicking his own. What was going on, why was he doing this...? This couldn't be, it couldn't be what he dared think it was... Next came the hips, and as groin met groin for the first time, a very soft, almost indistinguishable whimper came from his mouth. A flush rose on his cheeks -- okay, there was something definitely not brotherly about this. This... this had to be what Ry was thinking of. There was no other explanation... Hands snaked around his middle, wrapping around his back and pulling him even closer than before. Ryan's pupils dilated once again, and his breath became more and more shallow as each second slowly ticked past him. This couldn't be it, nothing this beautiful could ever happen to him --
--- A squeak erupted from his frame when Keith's lips brushed against his, teasing him. His eyes widened to the size of small saucers; his heartbeat, it seemed, was wild enough to give him a heart attack; every nerve on his body was suddenly set on fire. Never, ever did he think... that Keith's... Keith's lips were so soft... The thought made his eyelids flutter shut, and he leaned forward ever so slightly, trying to increase the contact. Wh...what... He swallowed, his own lips slowly moving in time with his master's. He had no idea what he was doing -- he was clumsy, he wasn't even out of practice -- he never had practice to begin with, after all... God, please, let him stay as patient as he always has been to me... A muffled, mewling sound came from his frame; why was it that, suddenly, he couldn't control his vocals, he couldn't control his body's... reactions? Before the thought set in completely -- seeing as how Keith had just made the poor man brain-dead -- Key pulled away and looked at him straight in the eye.
--- Ryan inwardly admired him for doing that. If Ry had ever been the one to make the first move... he never would have looked into Keith's eyes afterward. But, now that chestnut gaze was boring holes into his own argent ones, he continued to keep eye contact. It was out of character, extremely unusual. But, this whole situation was unusual, to be put lightly. His heart was still in his throat -- he couldn't contain the joy he was feeling at that moment. His mind, his always pessimistic views were eating away at him, saying how Keith was ready to say that it was a mistake, that he shouldn't have done that. A broken word came from his lips -- never in his life that he could remember was Keith at a loss for words. This had to be important. Ry's gaze grew even more intent, his breathing still shallow, his face flushed in a way that it had never flushed before. It was much more alive -- it wasn't the bright pink of embarrassment -- no, this was a light peach, giving him the look of arousal.
--- His eyes widened, slowly, at his confession. What... what was going on? This was all happening so fast, he couldn't -- ... Mutely, he shook his head once. The words slowly began to sink in. In love. He knew Keith would never say those words to him, to anyone, lightly. But he said them. He said them, and he... he meant it. Ry could tell -- the look in the brown eyes that he so clearly adored was filled with everything Ryan had always felt for him. He shook his head a second time. He needed to respond -- Keith was probably as anxious as Ryan would have felt, as Ryan did feel... Ryan barked out a weird mixture between a sob and a bubbly laugh before feeling his arms gravitate to his everything, pulling him close. Tears fell again, once again on account of how... how happy he felt. "Oh, God, Keith -- " he said brokenly, his voice filled with emotion. "I... I w-w-would... I w-would say, th-that I'm no good, I c-can't -- y-you -- w-we... oh, Jesus Christ... " His heart was twisting in his chest. Never had he felt this way before, towards anyone. Never did feelings grow so strong that he needed to feel Keith's embrace for the slow burn to ebb away. "Oh, cherie, I... I l-love you s-so much -- ... I..." He didn't know what to say. What could he say? Instead, he took Keith's head in his delicate hands, bringing his forehead to his lips, kissing him softly. I've never even dreamed... that someday this would really happen... His body, his lips, his heart -- everything was tingling... and never in his life did he have such a strong desire to want to be kissed again...
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Post by keith morgan on Oct 8, 2009 11:28:01 GMT -5
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--- The moment Keith spoke that sentence, he immediately regretted it. Fuck, what had he just done? ... He'd just gone and blurted his deepest, darkest secret, and now Ryan was going to hate him. He was going to think he was a freak and never want to speak to him again. Ryan was straight. He didn't like men, especially not men so boring as Keith... But... then again... Ryan hadn't pushed him away when Keith kissed him... he had.. he had kissed back. Why on earth would he kiss back? It made no sense to the older man. That also led to another question. Why in the hell had Keith kissed him in the first place? He hadn't even realized that he was doing it until it was over, and now he couldn't possibly regret it more. The only thoughts going through his brain at the moment were a long string of, 'shitfuckdamnitfuck'. The only thing he could possibly do at that point was to plan an apology for when Ryan asked him what the hell he was thinking, doing something stupid like that. Stupid, stupid, stupid. That was what Keith was -- or, at least, how he felt he was.
--- Seeing Ryan's pretty eyes widen like that only made his heart and his stomach sink even lower. If he could dig a hole and bury himself alive right now, he would without a second thought. Maybe he'd end up suffocating and dying; that'd be rather ideal right now. He let his gaze fall to the ground as he prepared himself for the rejection he knew was coming; oh god, he didn't know if he'd be able to handle this... then he'd end up crying again, except for an entirely different reason than before. 'Shitgodamnitohmyfuckinggodyou'reanidiot...' His eyes closed and his body shook slightly. He couldn't handle this silence anymore... But then... Keith started when he heard the noise Ryan made, head jerking up. His mouth formed a word, as if to say 'what?', but no sound came out. He felt Ryan's arms pulling him close, but it didn't seem to register in his brain... What...? This didn't make sense. Ryan was crying again, but those certainly weren't tears of sorrow. Jesus christ, he was so confused. Looking up at Ryan's face as the other stuttered out his reply, his lips were parted slightly, chestnut gaze questioning.
--- No good? ... Ryan thought he was... Letting his eyes fall to Ryan's chest, he murmured, "No good..." and shook his head slowly. Thoughts were flying through his head so fast that he couldn't grasp even a single one. At least, up until Ryan spoke again. 'I love you', 'I love you', the words echoed inside his mind. Ryan... loved him. Holy shit. Eyes fluttered shut as he became putty in Ryan's hands, putting up no resistance whatsoever to his head being pulled forward. Jesus christ almighty, how was this even possible?! Looking up into Ryan's eyes, he took in a deep breath and opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something. But no words would come out... 'Fuck it,' he thought, and suddenly he was rising up onto his tiptoes, holding his world in his arms with a fierceness he'd never known before. Their lips crushed together, and immediately Keith was filled with the bliss of a thousand men. Was it possible for someone to be this happy, he wondered, as his lips moved against Ryan's. They fit together so perfectly. It wasn't possible. Pulling away from the kiss much to soon, he remained on his toes, close to Ryan's face. "This isn't real," He whispered breathlessly. "You're a dream, and fuck, I hope I never wake up.."
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Post by ryan mitchell on Oct 9, 2009 17:08:08 GMT -5
--- Ryan chewed on his lip more as he saw the concern lining Keith's features. Oh, God. He knew what he was thinking -- he knew... he was thinking that he had just made an awful mistake, that he was emotionally weakened, that he shouldn't have blurted out anything or did what he had just done... Ryan swallowed thickly. Just as Keith was waiting so apprehensively for a rejection, so was Ryan. Ryan, it seemed, however, had a much more valid excuse. He had been set on fire as a kid -- of course he would think that he wasn't worth a bag of rocks to anyone, especially not to a man as... as amazing as Keith. There was no other word worthy enough to describe the petite, yet wise beyond his years, man that stood before him. He had battled the monsters inside Ryan's closet, he had comforted him whenever he had to face his deepest fears... he was everything. He didn't save Ryan's life. He was his life.
--- Keith's body was unresponsive, and he felt his heart go into his throat. No, no, no... no, he couldn't do this to him, he couldn't... not when they were so close to what they've always felt for each other, what they've always wanted... Keith couldn't run from him at a time like this. Nervously, he swallowed, feeling his Adam's apple bob up in his pale throat. He felt like this was a life or death situation -- he surely would die, if he had to face rejection after just getting everything he had ever dreamed of. His heart continued to thunder as he felt warmth once again -- at least he knew the man was still physically here with him, that he wasn't some sort of apparition.
--- But then, it hit him. Keith... was dazed. He wasn't going to reject him -- he was dazzled at the fact that this was really happening, that they were really this close together, that they had just kissed and their bodies were begging each other for so much more... His now glassy eyes widened even more at the mere thought, and he felt his body grow cold for a few moments before heat exploded inside. He confessed -- Keith melted. He visibly melted. Ryan swallowed again. He... he fucking melted holy shit... Ryan visibly began to tremble -- his legs, of course, were the first to go, as they wobbled slightly. His hold merely tightened on the man-turned-putty in his arms. His heart throbbed painfully. What... what was this feeling, exactly? He felt... tingly. All over. His nerves were screaming for something -- for what, he had no idea. All he knew was, the more he felt Key's heated breath on his chest, the more he felt like he was slowly burning away.
--- His brain barely registered that Keith wanted to speak until he saw his upturned face staring at his own. Chestnut eyes were filled with the same amount of happiness that Ryan had in his own heart, and he mutely shook his head again before laughing slightly. He wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or flattered or happy or just plain in love... too many thoughts and emotions were rushing around in his brain and mind. Then, lips crashed together again, and the surprise only lasted for a second -- almost immediately, Ryan met his speed, trying to give Keith the same feeling he was having himself. He wanted to watch Keith grow hot with whatever the hell this was. Finally, a word popped up in his brain -- desire. This must be... what that feels like. His lips -- Jesus, they felt like velvet -- he moaned quietly into the kiss, his hands bravely, timidly moving down Keith's arms.
--- It ended too quickly. It always did. Every moment with this man always ended so abruptly -- whether they had to part because it was getting dark out or because they had a blowout... Ryan could never get enough of him. Ever. He whimpered quietly when they pulled apart, using this moment to breathe. Keith's face was still close to his own, and the whispered words only made him swallow dryly and quickly wet his lips, not sure of what to say. He was shaking a little more than before, now. Wordlessly, he brought their lips back together by putting his hand on the back of his head, bringing him close. "I love you," he whispered against his lips, his voice, for once, holding no hesitation, no stutter. Never had he been more sure of anything in his entire life.
--- His kisses soon grew much bolder. There was no holding back. He was slowly starting to get the hang of this. Everything slowly melted away around him, and all he could feel was Keith's lips move slowly against his own. A guttural moan was ripped from his lithe frame, and he gave a bit of a shudder. Adrenaline rushed through his body; everything was warm, tingling... he felt something swell, and suddenly, his jeans were too tight. He paused and backed away. Wait, that wasn't... oh, shit... His argent eyes widened in horror as he looked down. His face turned a bright, brilliant red. God, not now, not now... "Oh, f-fu-fuck -- K- ... I --" He was incapable of rational thought. He couldn't speak -- he was much too mortified. This whole thing was totally unfamiliar to him -- he had no way of knowing if this type of reaction was good or bad -- he had always copped it out to be a very negative thing, though.
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Post by keith morgan on Oct 12, 2009 17:13:43 GMT -5
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--- When Ryan replied with a simple 'I love you', Keith's heart did somersaults. It was the perfect response. Without a second thought, his lips moved against the other man's, and his mind went numb. Ten or more years of seperation were immediately erased. What did they matter, anyways? The only thing that mattered was that they were here, now, together. That word sounded so wonderful ringing in his brain. Together. There was no better feeling than this, not in the whole world, and Keith would never feel it for anyone else but Ryan.
--- As the moment intensified, Keith found his knees growing weak. Jesus, Ryan might not be an experienced kisser, but damn was he good at it anyways. His lips were like morphine, ecstasy, and lightning all mixed together in a combination that nearly knocked Keith off his feet. He shuddered right along with Ryan when the younger man moaned, the sound vibrating against his mouth. He didn't know how much of this he could take. He could already feel his body giving into the pleasure, blood slowly draining from his head to occupy... other areas. He was about to press his hips forward, but then suddenly, Ryan was pulling away. Wait, what? Why was he pulling away...? Keith gave a look of disappointment and confusion, arms hanging limply at his sides. Had he done something wrong...?
--- But then he saw Ryan's eyes had gone wide, and he followed his example, looking down to the front of Ryan's pants, where his pleasure was all too obvious. He swallowed deeply, feeling accomplished in knowing that he had caused that. When Ryan spoke, he looked up and furrowed his brow. Why did he sound so... embarassed? Shaking his head, Keith stepped back into Ryan's space and slipped his arms around his waist. His hands rested on Ryan's ass, looking directly up into his eyes. "Why you so embarassed?" He asked, chuckling softly. "I have the exact same problem, man. That's what you do to me." As he said this he suddenly stepped forward and pressed their hips together, hands on the younger man's bottom holding him in place so he could grind against him subtlely. He waited for Ryan's reaction, then leaned up to kiss him, wanting to make all his insecurities and fears just disappear.
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Post by ryan mitchell on Oct 15, 2009 10:01:56 GMT -5
--- It felt ... wet. There really was no better way of describing it. Hot and wet. Soft. Impossibly amazing. His eyes weren't going to open for a long time after this -- God, was he close to fainting already? Shivers were creeping up and down his spine, and slowly, the bad thoughts that were riddling his brain began to ebb away. Thoughts of how he was awful at this, how he had no practice, how he was inexperienced and vulnerable and too in love slowly began to die, and were replaced by a steady vibrating hum that warmed his entire body.
--- Desire was something that Ryan had danced around ever since he found himself falling for Keith. It wasn't something he ever wanted to address -- sex seemed to be the root of all evil, to him. A meaningless sex romp was the thing that brought him into the world, born to an irresponsible, schizophrenic mother. Nothing good could come out of it. Yes, he had felt the steady hum of arousal before -- who hasn't? Especially when a meager contact with Keith would occur -- that would always send his body into a flurry of anxiety and pent up frustration. But never would he allow himself to dwell on it, or to even begin to think about it. It was always too painful. Now... now, it wasn't. It felt.. good. He was completely surprised at this, but then again, this must be why intercourse was such a popular pass time.
--- He felt slightly dizzy -- not from pleasure, so much, as needing more oxygen. He gasped when he ripped himself away from him, taking a few deep breaths before looking down, still feeling embarrassed. A mortified flush still radiated on his normally pallid cheeks. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to relieve the monstrous pressure in his jeans. The friction of his shifting didn't help matters much, however, and he bit his lip to hold back a helpless whimper. Hopefully Keith wouldn't get too mad at him or anything... He couldn't bear to look the man in the eye -- at least, not until he felt Keith step into his personal space again. God, this man would be the only person in the history of forever that Ryan would allow to be this close to him physically... He felt arms slide around his waist to grip at his rear, and a squeak erupted from his frame in surprise. He spoke, and Ryan shook his head. "I -- I d-don't -- I just -- " He wasn't able to finish the already broken words when he suddenly felt their hips grind together. A livid blush rose on his cheeks again, and he gasped loudly. His head tilted backwards as he felt his body once again grow hot and tingling.
--- His own hips moved against him, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip to keep the sudden multitude of moans inside. He brought his head down just in time to feel lips attack his own again, and a whimper escaped him despite his best efforts. All he wanted was more. He needed the friction, the pressure of their groins clashing together... it was incredible how well they fit together, how absolutely perfect all of this felt. Everything Ryan felt about sex before was now being turned upside down.
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Post by keith morgan on Oct 19, 2009 17:09:10 GMT -5
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--- Keith felt nothing but pleasure at this point. The things that Ryan did to him drove him crazy. The bulge in the front of his blue jeans must have been quite obvious when they were standing apart, but he didn't care. What was there to be ashamed of? It was a natural reaction. And as his hips pressed into Ryan's, the friction that it caused made his stomach flip. He knew how Ryan must be feeling, though. The younger man had always been so shy about these sorts of things. Even the mention of sex made him blush. And yet here they were, hips grinding, lips melded together. It had to be making him feel awfully insecure. At the same time, though, Keith hoped Ryan was feeling the same butterfly-inducing pleasure that he was.
--- There was only one incident in their history together that he could remember being so physically close to each other. Keith had been conned into taking a ballroom dance class in eight grade with one of his female friends, and, wanting to share the pain of the embarrassment, he forced Ryan to practice with him one night. They were learning the waltz at the time; Keith was terrible at it, always stepping on his partner's feet. He just couldn't get the steps right. When you were supposed to step right, he went left. When the girls stepped forward, the boys back, he went forward - sometimes resulting in some very awkward moments between him and his dance partner. But Ryan was patient, and he helped him. That night, they danced. The danced close. And suddenly, Keith remembered something... It'd been when they were practicing the simple, basic move. One-two-three, one-two-three, step back, step left, step forward... But then Keith stepped forward at the same time as Ryan did, and suddenly they were pressed together. Ryan had blushed harder than Keith had ever seen him blush before, and then he ran away. He fled the house, without so much as a 'goodbye'.
--- Keith suddenly understood that incident. It made sense now. Pulling away from the kiss, he smiled softly up at his lover. "Hey... Ry..." He whispered. "Remember in eighth grade? When I made you practice the waltz with me?" Running his hands up, he placed them lightly on Ryan's lower back. "I wanted to lean up and kiss you the entire time." And smiling softly, he returned to his tiptoes, and did just that; make up, for all the times he'd wanted to touch Ry's soft, full lips. Their hips were still pressed together, but slowly, Keith was beginning to realize that that press just plain wasn't enough. So pulling away, he murmured, "We should... we should go to bed." Sounding slightly unsure of the suggestion. It was quite clear by the needy glint in his chestnut gaze that neither of them would be doing any sleeping in this bed. At least not anyt time soon. Without waiting for a reply from Ryan, he reached down and took one of Ryan's hands in his. He began to pull them toward the bedroom, and as they passed through the door, he slammed it shut out of pure habit. Then he looked over at Ryan, wetting his lips, and glanced over to the bed, wondering how the hell he should go about doing this. He'd always been awkward when it came to intimate situations... He didn't know what to say, what to do. He was afraid he might fuck it all up.
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Post by ryan mitchell on Oct 20, 2009 18:17:29 GMT -5
--- A broken moan erupted from his currently occupied lips -- God, he couldn't believe what a reaction Keith was prying from him just from these simple kisses. But, they weren't all that simple, in reality. No, they were years and years of pent-up sexual energy flowing out of their bodies. He couldn't believe how absolutely amazing this whole thing felt. The wet slide of their lips crashing together like waves was enough to make his knees start to wobble. Each grind of their hips was enough to push Ryan closer and closer to falling down from it all. He had never felt this aroused in his entire life. Not that he had really felt turned on to begin with... there was only one time he could think of when he felt like this.
--- It wasn't a moment that he had ever looked upon fondly. Of course, things that happened before... that... were good. Amazingly good, beautiful... He could still not believe how graceful the man could be when he really wanted to be. He remembered how he felt like he was walking on air, how he felt like he was floating, how if he died at that exact moment, that he would be the happiest guy on earth. He remembered how he marveled at how their bodies molded together so perfectly, despite the fact that they weren't as close as Ryan would have liked them to be. He remembered the look in Keith's eye, the look that Ry thought he was misinterpreting. They were always in perfect step -- that is, of course, until Keith had taken a misstep and landed perfectly in his arms... that was when problems... arose, and he violently pushed Keith away in a fit of embarrassment. He had run out of the room quickly, out of the house, out of Keith's scrutinizing gaze... He remembered how he ran to his home and immediately broke down, sinking with his back against the wall to support him, the only comfort ever able to calm him being his own arms wrapping around himself, making him curl up in a little ball. That was the most painful experience of his life, especially after... the next day, Keith acted like nothing odd had happened to Ry, like he didn't feel it...
--- Keith spoke, and Ryan stared at him with an eyebrow raised in question. He wasn't surprised that they had been thinking of the same event -- they were too in tune with each other to not be. He wet his lips as he waited for Keith to finish his thought, and his heart expanded to huge proportions at his words. So, he wasn't misinterpreting those lust-filled eyes... Oh, God... Suddenly, he felt as though he was going to cry. He bit down on his lip and shook his head, never feeling quite this happy before in his life. "I -- I love you..." was all he could whisper in response, his voice cracking. His eyelids fluttered closed at the tender kiss pressed to his lips. He'd never get over this feeling, never. His body continued to tingle -- this feeling of desire was still a bit new to him, and so his nerves were still getting the better of him. He blushed furiously as he stared down at his best friend, biting his lip a little.
--- Keith grabbed his hand and said something about going to bed, and Ryan frowned as he was dragged off. "W-wait -- I'm n-no-not tired yet, th-though!" he exclaimed as he ran after him, dragging behind like a ragdoll. Why did Keith wanna go to bed this soon anyway? It wasn't really that late, after all. But, if it was something Keith wanted to do, Ryan would oblige... He stared at him as Keith paused, and he tilted his own head to the side. That look... was enough to make him melt. He whimpered softly and swallowed. "I th-thought you w-were gonna -- "
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