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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 25, 2010 1:00:48 GMT -5
"If you need help with that, I could always call my mother and tell her it's for me." He looked over Rhys, chewing on his lip thoughtfully. "I might have to fudge my measurements a little, but I think we're close enough in size that she won't notice a difference. At best, she might make a disparaging remark or two. The colors might tip off, though -- I do better in blues and dark reds, and you would work better in more natural colors like brown and green. I can probably make something up, though."
Blaise crawled forward and lay on his stomach, his fingers tracing the faint patterns in the comforter. "So, did we ever decide if we were doing anything? I'm bored."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 25, 2010 1:09:39 GMT -5
If he'd been paying attention, Rhys probably would've said something about how he could find a tux just fine, or that he didn't know they came in colors other than black or white (preferably those two not in the same sentence), or why the hell Blaise's mother would make disparaging remarks, because his size was just fine, thank you.
Instead, he was pretty much entirely fixated on the way Blaise was chewing his lip, and moving, and doing things. Things that made him very frustrated, and irritated at himself, and by extension at Blaise.
One eye twitched at Blaise, glaring violently in the other boy's direction, just before he pounced.
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 25, 2010 1:36:29 GMT -5
It took Blaise a few seconds to fully process what the hell had just happened, and a few seconds more to shift around into a more...active position, rather than being pinned face-down against a bed. (Normally he would have been fine with it, but at the moment, he rather felt like taking part in the ravishing.)
Blaise hitched one leg up around Rhys' waist and tangled one hand in Rhys' hair, the other sliding just under the back of his shirt. He could think of about a thousand things he wanted to do at the moment -- he wondered how long it would take Rhys to notice if he started trying to take the other boy's pants off -- but having Rhys take control was just so damn sexy that he thought Rhys might have been onto something with this whole 'backing off' thing.
Blaise had meant to make some sort of sarcastic remark about how it hadn't even been five minutes, but all that seemed to come out was a string of low, incoherent noises that likely sounded quite pleased.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 25, 2010 18:42:13 GMT -5
This likely would have gone on for quite some time (relatively speaking) if Rhys had not somewhere along the line gotten his hair caught between Blaise and the bed.
He felt a sharp and painful tug, yanked the other way, and ended up falling halfway off the bed.
The next several seconds were marked by a stream of loud and very creative swearing.
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 25, 2010 20:25:46 GMT -5
Blaise grumbled and rolled over onto his side, staring over at his roommate, who wasn't completely on the floor.
Blaise gave a long-suffering sigh. "Rhys, get back on the damn bed. We're switching places, at least until you manage to figure out what the hell you're doing."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 25, 2010 20:35:22 GMT -5
Rhys slowed to a grumbling stop, blinked, and looked up at Blaise through slightly glazed eyes.
"What?" he said with grand confusion, and flushed somewhat more than he had been.
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 25, 2010 21:58:03 GMT -5
Normally Blaise might have rolled his eyes or made a sarcastic remark -- and in fact, he was fairly certain he'd had one prepared -- but that look on Rhys' face was almost fucking endearing, and it made Blaise's breath hitch in his throat. "Oh, for god's sake," he breathed.
Blaise shifted into the floor and settled in Rhys' lap. "I can't believe I'm telling this to you," he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm, "but if you want to enjoy this, you need to slow down a little." Blaise ran his thumb along Rhys' jawline and took in the warm, almost spicy scent coming off of Rhys, which was really doing little for his meager self-control. The last thing he needed at the moment was to get stuck in some sort of feedback loop with Rhys' hormones.
Blaise dipped his head down and started kissing Rhys again, though without quite the same reckless abandon as before.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 26, 2010 0:48:06 GMT -5
"Ah," Rhys managed, trying to wind his way through the implications of him having once again come on to Blaise and the fact that the world hadn't exploded yet. In fact, he... felt strangely unstressed about this whole matter, now that he'd forgotten to worry and jumped in feet-first.
Or this specific part of it, at least.
His hands drifted down to Blaise's hips to have something to hold on to, trying to follow his lead until he ran out of breath.
"Uhh," he managed again. "Uh, t-" Rhys sucked in a breath. "How the hell do you do this- coherent thing, while you're... does this just come with... practice?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 26, 2010 4:26:38 GMT -5
"Probably," he murmured, speaking into the side of Rhys' neck. "Hell if I know. Maybe it's a French thing."
Blaise slipped his hands under Rhys' shirt and slowly started working it over the other boy's head. He stopped about halfway and pulled back about an inch to get a better look at Rhys' face. "If at any point you need me to stop, let me know, and I will."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 26, 2010 4:42:23 GMT -5
Rhys tried to figure out Blaise's expression, still feeling somewhat embarrassed, as well as something else he couldn't identify.
"Ah... oh." He swallowed. "I... I'm good. Can I?" He slipped his arms out of his shirt and tugged Blaise's. "You keep taking the damn thing off."
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Post by Blaise Park on Aug 26, 2010 23:01:46 GMT -5
Blaise tugged Rhys' shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it somewhere in the floor, then lifted his arms in consent as Rhys followed suit.
He leaned back and swept his gaze over Rhys appreciatively. His tongue darted over his lower lip. "You're a lot better looking than you seem to think," he murmured, hands ghosting over bare skin. He bent back down and left a trail of warm kisses along Rhys' shoulder.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Aug 26, 2010 23:35:28 GMT -5
Rhys snorted. "I- thanks, I think?" He wasn't sure how to respond to that, but he was pretty sure it was a compliment. (In fact, he wasn't sure how to respond to that partly because it was a compliment.)
It was kind of impressive how... not simple Blaise could make something like sitting in the floor and kissing. For the moment, at least, he was going to try to relax and enjoy it.
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