Troubled Monster
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- Posted: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 03:23:53 +0000
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L o c a t i o n | | Bangkok xxxxx M o o d | | xxxxxxxxxx W i t h | | Alson, Olai, Niko, Stone xxxxx L o o k b o o k | | Casual
If he could, Adam wanted to orchestrate a new beginning between himself and the characteristically buoyant Ermolai. Though it was true Adam lacked a certain paternal instinct—he was much more suited for destruction than nurture—he was quite the creator, and with creation came birth, for them specifically, rebirth. Pulling, stretching those mental spider webs, God it was like he didn’t even need to think about it anymore, Adam reached into Olai, wrapped him up in a cozy warm ball of thick liquid where he could float suspended by comfort.
“Because I want you here Olai. Isn’t that enough.” His disembodied voice, the only thing save the pooling yellow globular home surrounding the displaced former member of Zefir, circled around and tickled Olai’s chin with promises yet to come, the implications of which not quite good not quite bad.
“You looked for new beginnings when you had your heart broken—ran off to get lost in the world, to find yourself. Did you?”
A sharp crack roared above Olai’s fetal form drawing attention to the breaking shell around the yoke. “I have a theory about people.” The white shell crumbled expelling the yoke and with it Olai from the safe warm insides of its protective skeleton. In one swift catapulting dive, they free-fell over a canyon, took a suicidal plunge. Melting pterodactyls careened past, tumbling and flourishing through the thinly spread air as parts of their pancake colored skin dissolved into a speedily dropping syrup. With a splash and an impact, the egg and Olai mixture landed on the sizzling surface of a greased up giant frying pan.
“We can try to change ourselves, seek out rebirths, but ultimately we always end up exactly who we are. Out of the fire and into the frying pan.” A tongue click echoed against the rocky canyon walls. “Ooh, looks like your whites are burning.”
The glorious smell of bacon and eggs wafted down the hallway and into the comfortable Bangkok bedroom. Sunlight’s steady streams snuck into cracks left unchecked by cheap blinds and caressed the bright walls.
“Olai, Olai baby, I made breakfast.” A soft kiss against his temple, Kline. The bed was soft, the morning gentle. “I know how to wake you up.” Pressure shifted on the mattress as two thighs straddled Olai’s stomach. A warm wet tongue traveled up Olai’s sternum, dipping into the valley between his two pecks, and journeyed up his throat until it met his lips with a kiss. “Mmm” Kline’s mouth sucked Olai’s bottom lip into its moist hot heat, the remnants of orange juice sticking to his tongue. Teeth, teasing and blunt, pulled at the lip and stretched it out before letting go. “You need to brush your teeth.” Another kiss. Suddenly a mischievous smirk made a home on Kline’s handsome face. He thrust the comforter off and threw Olai’s legs apart to get comfortable in between. Fingertips traced the pathways of Olai’s ribs and feathered down to the jutting bones of his hips. “I’m going to take you hard baby. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.”
A hand pushed down on Olai’s collarbone as Kline’s hips molded onto his body, claiming. Time passed with excitement, a short bust of high-powered energy and lightening bolts of hot indescribable waves. “You’re going to be addicted to me.” Kline’s familiar voice distorted getting deeper, richer, and duller in different areas. “I’m going to become your drug.”
There in the cozy bedroom in the shadow of the morning, coated in the tangy scents of breakfast, on top of and connected to Olai, Adam moved and set an unforgiving pace. No self-supplied mask, no tailored suit or tightfitting t-shirt, just the imposing tattooed body in its most basic form.
“You like bad boys?” The close-lipped smile of Oscar Wilde on Adam’s hand circled around Olai’s throat. “You like adventure?” A personalized rush of adrenaline shot out from Adam and into Olai. “Please” His tone was so mocking. “I bet you think there’s nothing better than soaring through the skies. You have no idea what to chase.” A strong arm pushed Olai into a sitting position so that Adam could hug him close to his chest. The insistent thum thrum thrum of Adam’s heart pounded against Olai’s with inhuman speed. “Feel that.” Two full lips pressed underneath the younger man’s earlobe. “You’re doing that to me. You’re making my heart beat out of my chest.” Finger’s splayed out onto Olai’s jaw as Adam’s teeth sunk into the tender flesh on the side of Olai’s neck with determination.
“Get ready for the fireworks.” Pressure built and built, smoking and steaming like champagne behind a cork. Up up up, faster and faster, until the cork was launched high into the air and golden explosions broke through the ceiling and blossomed like fiery daffodils in the infinite night sky.
“Adam, what are you doing?”
Adam turned around himself, Olai’s limp form swinging slightly over his shoulder.
“Playing”
Stone scoffed. “Like a cat with a rat you are.”
“More like a dog with a bone.”
The distance they’d traveled in such a short time was remarkable. Unsurprisingly Adam didn’t have time to waste on inefficiency, every vehicle was planned and scheduled ahead of time. Having his entourage of three, Alson, Niko, and Stone, actually made things run smoothly. Booked under and alias of an alias, was a splendid glass rooftop penthouse overlooking the busy streets of Bangkok. Adam liked cities; there were so many opportunities.
He’d placed Olai on a bed a few minutes ago. Olai was not asleep, just off him Adam’s fabrication—he should be waking up out of it rather soon.
With a touch a penitence Adam waited adjacent from the younger super, with fast paced fingers typing on his very very very protected iPhone. He scowled and adjusted his shirt, pinching the collar between two fingers so it clung less to his skin. Ottorino was awake and he was demanding ice cream.