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 Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 8:25 pm
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So it was the morning after Zaire had kissed Jory in the pool, and then some, and Jory wasn't entirely sure where he stood with the mahamba now. There hadn't been a whole lot of talking, and what had been said seemed to hold multiple meanings. Zaire wanted to hang out more, he'd said he liked kissing him, a lot. And of course, the whole bit that had happened after they'd left the pool.
Jory wished he'd asked more questions, gotten some concrete answers so he didn't feel so terribly unsure of himself. He liked Zaire. A lot. He'd thoroughly enjoyed the time they'd spent together the day before, and he really didn't want it to be a one time deal. The thought of that made his insides hurt, a certain dread mixed something something else entirely that felt suspiciously like shame. Fun is fun, but if that was all it had been...
No, the mahamba had reached out to him first. He'd sent the message, reiterating that he'd had fun, that they should do it again. It had turned into an invitation to his dorm and the prospect of sharing a meal.
That was how Jory came to be standing in front of the other monster's door with a pair of lunch trays in his hands and a box of spookies barely tucked under one arm. A moment was spent wondering how the hell he was going to let himself in(Zaire had said the door was unlocked), then he remembered his tail. A soft kick was given to the wood first, announcing himself, then he was turning the handle with that long tail so he could push the door open. "I wasn't sure what you like, so I just got you a bit of everything. I hope that's okay?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:28 pm
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The mahamba was having much less of an inner struggle with their situation, he liked Jory, liked the things they had done and was more than welcoming of doing them again. Honestly he was rather pleased there didn't seem to be titles and rules, not that he was really opposed to either of those things, just it was a good change of pace.
After his last message of a face to Jory had been sent off Zaire laid back down on the bed for a rest, falling asleep up until the kick awoke him. Slowly he rose from the bed, sleep sanded eyes peering up to the other boil as he entered. Tan hands reached for the discarded and wrinkled shirt at the end of the bed, pulling the black muscle shirt over his head he finally gave the other more acknowledgement than the look, "...hey...smells good."
Was he crazy? Of course a little bit of everything was ok, more than ok judging by the purring noise that ripped from his throat with a stand. Heading toward's Jory his hands extended to take one of the tray's off his hand. There wasn't much in the way of seats in his dorm aside from the floor or bed so he motioned to the bed, "thanks...uh...just..make..yourself at home."
The room was dimly lit just how he liked it and if one looked hard enough they would notice the several sets of eyes around the various darker corners of the dorm. Zaire's minis were lurking, waiting.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 6:01 pm
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The sight that greeted the fish boil as he entered the room was a very drowsy mahamba rolling up to his feet and grabbing a shirt of the floor. It looked like he'd dozed off, probably had. Made the shorter boil wonder if his friend was actually nocturnal, but every time he'd seen Zaire it had been early afternoon. Friend. It didn't seem like the right word, and pale blue cheeks faded a bit in a blush as he watched the mahamba pull his shirt back over his head. "Hey. Did I wake you up?"
One of the trays was taken, and he offered a grateful smile, catching the spookies just as they started to slip out from under his arm. "Um, I brought snacks, too." He set the box on a dresser before pausing to look around the room brows rising at the lack of other furniture, the clothing scattered about, and the glowing eyes peering at him from the shadows. Quaint. It wasn't exactly neat or tidy, and it didn't have the same feel that his own room did, but it seemed incredibly fitting for a swamp dwelling monster that also happened to be a teenage male.
When directed to make himself at home he moved to take a seat on the bed, nudging a blanket out of his way with one hand, before sitting with his back to the wall, legs folded, tray resting on his lap.
His own plate wasn't half so loaded down. He'd picked fish, fried a golden brown, with a side of what he assumed was some sort of tater tot. Whatever, it smelled good. Picking up his fork, he speared one on the end of it, but hesitated before eating it. "So, um. How's your day been?" Small talk had never been his strong suit.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 7:34 pm
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Not that it wasn't super easy to notice, due to the vast difference in his coloring, but now it seemed easier to peg when Jory blushed. Maybe it was because he has seen nearly his whole body do it the day before and it was still fresh, regardless, it was pleasing to the eyes. A shrug was given though and he admitted on a small grin, "not really....."
If it hadn't been for Jory catching those spookies his tail would have continued its sway up to take them before they touched floor, but since there was no need the appendage simply curled around his feet before swaying back behind him. "Hah, I noticed..what don't want to give me..real sugar?" Teasing slightly he watched the box intently as it was placed on the dresser, yep he already wanted them.
Sitting on the bed he blinked and stuffed a tator tot into his mouth, then another, then soon half the box just in the matter of minutes of Jory taking in the room. Cheeks full like a scareling, blues narrowed and he chewed silently focused on food now. Though as Jory took his seat, Zaire shifted to push back on the bed and sit next to him.
Blue eyes slid shut as he opened the drink on his tray for a sip, relaxed, it was nice, this was nice just having a meal with someone that wasn't nagging at him. Though that small talk, grinning a little wider his eyes slid open and glanced to the other boil. Instead of answering a question was posed in return then a shove of mystery meat entered his mouth, "you been out to the lake yet?....I haven't gone much...so you'll need to guide us.." When they went of course, but Zaire figured it was a better thing to talk about then how he had slept nearly all day. Peering down to his fast emptying tray he murmured lazily on another bite, "maybe we ...could bring lunch too..?" Not that he wouldn't be happy eating something other than food at the lake but, that could be discussed later.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 5:51 pm
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The afanc had just started to regan his coloring when Zaire made his comment on real sugar, and the boil flushed all over again. Even going so far as to bend over the tray on his lap, hands coming up to hide his face. Jack, that wasn't fair! Zaire knew ho to push his buttons, and he was quickly learning which button did what. "That's not what that was implying." Came his muffled response, tail curling around his own hip and along his knees.
He felt the bed shift, and when he lifted his head from his hands he saw that Zaire and moved to take a seat beside him. It was enough to have him uncurling, straightening up again, and though his skin was still a shade lighter than it usually was, he returned to his dinner. Taking small, careful bites.
Zaire ignored his question to ask one of his own, but Jory didn't mind in the least. He'd been trying for nervous small talk, while the other boil was actually proposing something they could do in the future together. It was a much better topic of conversation, and Jory actually seemed to relax a bit, smiling brightly as he nodded, chewing and swallowing the bit in is mouth before answering more fully. "I have, a few times. It's nice. Waters a little murkier, but I doubt that'll matter to you much" Water beasty that he was.
A picnic at he lake actually sounded really really nice. "Yes, we could spend an afternoon there. There are bits of the shore that boarder on the edge of the woods, so there are more secluded areas." Jory's thoughts wandered towards the romantic at this, Zaire's would likely plunge further into the gutter. "It sounds like a really nice way to spend a day."
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 8:19 am
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The afanc hid and he chuckled under his breath, cute was working for him regardless of if he liked it or not. It was his own fault after all, Zaire was tempted to try and pull a hand away and sneak a kiss. But he wound up just snorting softly as he took a seat next to him, a small grin upon his lips. Making himself comfy he went ahead and kicked off his shoes he had fallen asleep in and yawned.
"So then.. you do..wanna makeout ....after food?" Yes Jory, he did like pressing those buttons, it was fun.
As Jory actually seemed to relax a bit, he went back to eating, a leg bumping gently against the other boils for contact. He liked touching creeple, even just small touches, it was likely due to growing up with a very affectionate family unit. "...Mhm..," Humming on a shove of food he nodded slowly, murky waters were just fine, his eyes were actually made more for that type as it was. Though at the mention he was now curious about Jory in that aspect, was he going to fair well in the murky water, perhaps another race would tell.
"Oh?.." More secluded areas? Zaire gave a slow grumble of approval, of course guttering since he already planned on devouring the other. One last bite and he leaning up to put his empty tray on the table, then coming back to rest against the wall and attempt to lean against Jory's shoulder. "Sounds great..let's do it..you can pick a day. "
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 1:38 pm
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Jory pouted, a bite of fish hanging on his fork, halfway to his mouth. Why did he have to ask so outright? Didn't Zaire realize it was hard for the afanc to just admit to what he wanted? He probably did, amused by how flustered the smaller boil got.
He chose to ignore the question, for now, and worked on finishing his dinner. It was crispy, and warm, and delicious, and the casual brush of Zaire's leg had a small smile on the boil's lips. One that grew as Zaire finished his meal, setting his tray aside so he could cuddle up against his shoulder, head resting against his shoulder. The first of Jory's meal was finished off quickly, and reluctantly he moved away from the mahamba's side so he could set it on top of the other.
"What about this Scareday?" With no classes scheduled they'd have the entire day to themselves.
Hands freed up, the boil settled back on the bed, but turning this time so he could crawl across the mattress and blankets towards his handsome friend. He slid in between the other boil's knees, coming up for kiss, a soft brush of pale lip. Making out sounded like a fabulous idea, but there were still worried weighing on the afanc's mind. He drew back enough so he could look up at the other's face. "I really like you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 6:38 pm
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The monster boil was two seconds from asking for the afanc's leftovers when the question of day distracted him. For a moment he blinked, then promptly shifted a glowing gaze towards his bulletin board, nothing seemed to be marked on said day. "That'll..work.." There were a few dates though, mostly times he was getting dragged around by Helki or by Zel and Xy.
The idea of an entire day at the lake was already getting him excited.
Seeing Jory crawling up to him brought a wide stretched smirk to his lips, that was kind of hot, Hey he was a teenaged boil. As the other slid between his legs, a thick tail came up to brush against the other boils. Lazily tanned hands lifted to catch Jory as they kissed, though said arms quickly slid free as the other boil pulled back. Not yet satisfied, considering he had gotten a tease and not the whole course, a soft playful growl came up one that clearly said if a chase is what he wanted Zaire would pounce.
But the sound was cut short at the admission. For a moment he was silent, though that wasn't new, thinking or trying to think he was. Hadn't they already addressed this? Didn't he tell Jory already he liked him, hadn't he, blinking his standard expressionless face met Jory before his mouth opened. "Well...I'd hope you do...or else this might be weird.." He laughed for a minute then smiled slowly, hands going up to wrap around the other boils neck, fingers playing at his hair, "..I said it before huh...? That I like you too..?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 6:54 pm
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The promise of pounce and catch Jory saw in the other boil's eyes before features had sobered was promising, and they could return to that, but first Jory had to settle the insecure, nagging little feeling that rested like a sour weight at the pit of his stomach.
He was pouting as Zaire blinked at him, ears drooping back a bit as he listened. "Yes, you did. It's just..." It wasn't that he didn't believe him, he just wanted to be clear on what they were doing together. They hadn't really discussed much beyond a mutual desire to continue hanging out and admissions of fond feelings. "I just wanted to know what this is." He sounded a little lost, but there was no demand in his voice. He wasn't trying to chain the mahamba down, not really, but if he wasn't going to be the only one Zaire hung around with he'd like to know. At least he thought h did.
Really the idea of Zaire messing about was not a very welcome one, but Jory was scared to ask for something a little more committed. If Zaire said no, that would kind of really suck, and could very likely put an end to whatever they were currently doing, and Jory didn't want that a all.
"And if there were rules...' He trailed off, dropping his gaze from those pretty, glowing blues. He'd fallen back to sit on his knees, hands in his lap, but as tanned fingers slid along his scalp and the back of his neck he shivered. The bump to his tail had him looping is own over the mahamba's much larger one.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 4:24 pm
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It was made clear right then that Jory pouting was a very good weapon against him, Zaire felt instantly guilty and yet didn't know why. Just from that look and drooping of ears, Jack, he knew he was in trouble. The same thing had happened when he met Helki, only it was more sobbing hysterically with him.
What this is? Zaire knew this would come at some point but couldn't help a soft exhale for it. The monster boil liked things they way there were really, just being together, having fun and getting to be physical. But he also understood the need for more, all things considered Jory wouldn't be bad to date if that's what the other boil wanted, just....it was curious because Jory didn't sound like he even knew what he wanted aside from some kind of reassurance.
"I don't know..." Zaire finally replied, and as pernormal honestly, he didn't know what it was beyond enjoyment. But, "I don't really do this often,..." the monster shrugged and gave a lazy slightly embarrassed grin, just Jory had been pretty tempting and it had been awhile since he had last, well, had physical contact beyond a friendly hug and he had only really kept it up because Jory had allowed it. That being said, he didn't want the snag of a label to be what ended it so as Jory's gaze dropped with the questioning of rules he gently slid fingers from the other neck down to cup his chin and attempt to bring him back.
Gazing into the near mirror set of eyes, if allowed, he smiled teeth flashing before his lips fell back into a soft sort of devious look, "I don't know...much about rules.....did ...you have something in mind...?" Because he was willing to listen and consider if so. As the other boils tail curled against his, his own returned the touch a little firmer almost like a hand hold.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 4:57 pm
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Oh, Jory did not like the sound of that exhale. His shoulders sagged, features fighting not to fall in disappointment at the rejection he was sure would follow. Wincing, almost, as he waiting to hear it, a soft dismissal. He shouldn't have asked, he should have left well enough alone and just enjoyed it while he had been allowed, but he'd ruined it with his own insecurities!
Or maybe not.
While it wasn't a rousing declaration of affection, it wasn't, by any means, an end to what was going on between them. Pale features smoothed, more puzzled now than worried, but the pout remained. This wasn't an easy thing for him to bring up, he wasn't at all sure what a normal sort of relationship entailed. What he'd had with Nat had been fun, but it had been confusing. Enough in life confused Jory, he wanted a little surety every so often.
Zaire's admission that he wasn't really sure what they were doing either was neither comforting, nor dread inducing. It didn't help, but it didn't make it worst. A little crease formed between snowy brows as features turned thoughtful, lips tugging gently to one side. When that cool hand slid around from the back of his neck to cup his chin baby blues rolled up again, meeting the other monster's gaze. He looked borderline pathetic, unsure of himself and, and unsure if he should lay out what it was he really wanted. "I don't know how to do this," he admitted softly. "I've never had a...a boilfriend, and I don't think I had a ghoulfriend either." She had never come right out and said it, but Jory had gotten the sense that as much as Natalia liked him, that didn't mean they were actually dating. Not like what he'd seen in movies or read in books.
"I don't wanna do what we're doing with anyone else." That the afanc was sure of. What he wanted to say was the thought of Zaire doing what they'd done together with anyone else made his insides twist up unpleasantly, but even that seemed somehow demanding, and he just didn't have it in him to admit it.
Instead he leaned forward again, actually crawling until the other boil's lap as he circled his neck with pale arms and pressed his face against the strong line of Zaire's throat. As much as he wanted to know what they meant to each other, the conversation was making him incredibly anxious, and it showed in the droop of long ears, the tension in his shoulders as he clung to the other boil, and his tail tightening around Zaire's.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 9:02 pm
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The shoulder sagged had not gone unnoticed nor the pouting. When Zaire got the gaze to lift to his, a slight smirk came to lip. He did look pathetic, pathetically cute and it made Zaire want to kiss him all the more. But for the moment he restrained himself, the puzzled look to Jory's eye told him sneaking kisses wouldn't be helpful.
And could potentially lead to him being hit, bit or a combination of the two.
The mahamba held his breath with his own words, hoping they'd be enough, or enough to get them to a new arrangement. Jory was interesting, exciting but most of all he seemed to be moving along Zaire's pace and not many creeple could do that. It was a quality that pulled the monster boil even more into the other, made him want to hang out actually, even without the promise of more. Like previously that day, Zaire's face had went a little blank as he recalled how ridiculously wide he had been smiling while teasing Jory on critter.
He listened as best he could, though couldn't help but watch the lips as the other boil talked. Hadn't ever had a boil or ghoulfriend, that was having a heavy weight with Zaire. A knot hit his lower stomach for the admission, had he done something wrong, taken advantage of the other? But, Jory did seem to want it so it wasn't ...like that right? He wasn't forced, and hadn't seemed scared.
"I don't wanna do what we're doing with anyone else."
The words brought him back on a soft growl, "...no." Because he didn't like that idea, his selfish nature didn't allow for sharing, of any kind. Even with things that might not be his, yet, "that can be a rule..But, if you want to...date...be boilfriends that is...I mean..its expected ...you would only do those things with me..." He gave the afanc a serious look before it dissolved into a lazy smile. Slowly tanned hands found their way down to coil around the smaller's waist, seeing as how Jory decided to grace him with a lap sit, holding firm and a touch possessively from the previous comment.
Tension was written all over the boil in his grasp, so like any good whatever he might be, Zaire slowly brought his hands up that slender blue back and began to rub. Leaning his head back to rest against the wall and give Jory more room to press into him, he continued to massage and hummed softly, "I..like.. you.." So relax. Because no matter what they ended up being now or in the future, Zaire was honestly just happy to be around Jory. Grinning he leaned back down and gently nipped at an ear, whispering after, "more than..spookies," just to tease.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 9:41 pm
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The smaller boil was very nearly shaking as he heard, and felt, that growled 'no' that followed his hapless rambling. A soft whimper followed, arms tightening slightly around Zaire's shoulders before that deep voice spoke up. it made him go still, an ear lifting so he could catch every word, because he could hardly believe what he was hearing. Hesitantly he lifted his head enough to roll blue eyes up to watch Zaire's face through a veil of his own white bangs.
He did want to date, he wanted to hold Zaire's hand, and curl up with him on the bank of the lake, and Kiss, and everything else that came along with the title of boilfriend. Jory wasn't really possessive, he shared everything, his food, his things, his money, but he didn't want to share Zaire. For once the monster boil wanted to be just a little selfish.
By inches, and with the help of the hands rubbing in soothing circles along his back, the afanc began to relax again. He was still clinging, arms anchored around the back of Zaire's neck, but he wasn't anxious now. He even smiled as the taller boil reiterated his affection, brow bumping against that tanned jaw.
It was his elevated stance above spookies that would have him drawing back enough to stare at the boil in utter shock. Zaire's first love was food, mainly sweets. That he'd place the afanc on a pedestal above one of his favorite snacks had a bright, happy grin spreading along soft blue lips. Lips that would be crushed against the other boil's seconds later as Jory's thinner frame fell back against that muscled chest.
The kiss left his fingers tingling, stomach flipping like wings, and he looked a little dazed when he pulled back nearly a minute later. Cheek moving to rub against Zaire's cheek, he'd breath in deep, taking in that wet, earthy scent of the other boil before his breath eased against the other boil's ear fin. "I want to be your boilfriend."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 3:07 pm
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When he felt the afanc began to relax again, his fingers slowed their massage. The mood of the room shifted for what seemed the millionth time this evening but this tone even Zaire was relaxing in. It felt good, right. Zaire didn't mind the clinging, not at all, in fact he liked it well enough to be sleepy in the tight embrace. Body pressed to body and their warmth between them growing, it was comforting and reminded him of home in the best ways.
Zaire only chuckled as Jory gave a look of utter shock, he really was so jacking cute, did he even know what he did? Likely not Jory seemed the oblivious type at least in that area. Just as he was about to kiss the look from Jory's lips, the other read his mind and he was taken on a growl into a crashed kiss. Hands coiling tight as the thinner body fell against him again, holding tight as he recovered from the daze of a kiss.
On a slow inhale when Jory ended the lip lock he closed his eyes, enjoying the nuzzle and pressing into it. Of course Jory wouldn't have known it before but considering his position in lap, he would have figured out really fast that Zaire's ear fins were sensitive. "..Well then..boilfriend...let's makeout." With a growl he shifted, attempting to put Jory on his back in the bed so that he could engulf him and take his lips for another crushing kiss.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 3:46 pm
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It was good the mahamba wasn't put off by clinginess, or he and Jory would simply never work. The boil was little better than a puppy around those he was comfortable with, following them around, always touching, cuddling up to them whenever he was able. He couldn't help it, it was just the way he was. Quite possibly a throw back to his childhood, a distinct lack of friends and parents that tried not to be terribly coddling.
Jory wasn't sure, he'd never tried to analyze himself before.
From his comfortable seat on Zaire's lap he did indeed notice how the taller boil reacted to the pass of warm air along his ear. It was a curiously familiar reaction, and he couldn't help a soft chuckle, remembering the way Zaire's soft nibbling against his own ear had made him shiver. It was something to note, an important little tidbit to store away and recall as he wanted.
And then he was being rolled onto his back and pressed into the bed, a deep growl thrumming through Zaire's chest and into his own, making his pulse speed as he looked up to meet those pretty blue eyes. A smile showed, and he made a soft, excited little laugh before Zaire was muffling the sound with the press of his lips.
Jack, it felt like weight on his shoulders had been lifted. His chest wasn't tight anymore, and instead he felt that same, heady swelling that'd welled up the day before in the pool. Pinned down, he brought his legs up, knees framing the other boil's hips, the length of his tail looping over the other boil's much thicker one. Pale hands had started on tanned cheeks, but they'd moved back, combing through dark hair as he'd tilted his head so the kiss could deepen.
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