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 Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 10:48 am
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It had been a few days since his family had come to bother him, at long last he was finally freed. No more family lunches, dinners or shopping trips. But more importantly no more questions about the scar's on his arms, his new tattoos or the fact that he didn't want them to meet his boilfriend yet. The later having been the worst, his mother was beyond annoyed that he wouldn't introduce them and had lingered a day passed their expected departure just to try to catch Jory. Luckily Zaire had told the other boil to stay away and much to his delight Jory had respected that. Which was excellent because Zaire wasn't ready to have him run away from the embarrassment that was his family, or find him less manly and attractive for still liking to cuddle his mother.
At any rate, now it was time to reward Jory, among other things.
Zaire was pace walking to the other monsters dorm after their critter exchange, and after a quick change of clothing, more than anxious to see him again. He had missed Jory, a lot more than expected and had to laugh at how worked up he was just after a few days. It really was kind of scary, but in the best way, in how much he felt he needed the other. Sure he felt guilty for not responding much or texting much over the past few days, but that was for their own goods. His mother was the type to look people up if she even got a name sadly.
More importantly he was guilty in that he had lied about being sick, he hated lying even more to Jory but it was better than the truth in that situation. At least to him it had been, besides he planned to make up for all of it today. Taking Jory wherever he wanted to go and while doing so try to get some ideas for the upcoming holidays. Pausing at his boils door a knock was given then followed by him simply pushing into the room, unless it was locked, "...knock knock.."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 11:42 am
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Jory had done his best to keep busy over the last few days just to keep from over thinking a situation that was likely not as bad as his mind was making it out to be, but he was only half successful. Things had gotten done. Many things, but it hadn't really kept him from dwelling on things that had been nagging him -- he'd rearranged his closet, gone out and exercised, taken on extra credit projects, and even worked on a few of his own. Zaire was behaving oddly, not a subtle change, as sometimes happened, but completely out of character from what Jory had come to expect from his boilfriend.
Clipped, limited responses over Critter had done little to make the smaller monster feel better. If anything, really, they made it all worst. As if perhaps Jory was being a bother, which had made him draw away to the point of just not sending messages at all. Some had been started, certainly, but deleted in the end, the boil too uneasy to go through with sending them.
When Zaire's message had made his phone buzz today it had come with a wave of relief, though a lingering knot of anxiety had taken up residence in his stomach and stubbornly refused to be budged.
When The door opened Zaire would find his boilfreind sitting cross legged on his bed, a book open over his knee, and hands to work pale hair into a thick braid over one shoulder. He blinked as the other boil came in, and an immediate, though guarded, smile lit up his face as he dropped the braid and crawled to the edge of the bed closest to the taller monster. Going to him, but hesitating, waiting for Zaire to come to him, because the poor afanc was still wracked with insecurities, and time alone had not helped things at all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 4:01 pm
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Jory took in that sheepish expression, his own smile slipping away to be replaced by something more thoughtful. He stayed at the foot of the bed, sitting on his knees, waiting, seemingly patient, even if his pulse had picked up to an uncomfortable degree. That hesitation kept him from all out flinging himself into the other boil's arms, and it would take Zaire kneeling before him, hands reaching out for him, for Jory to finally slip off the bed and into the other boil's lap.
And if his grip was too tight, and he huddled too close, it was a mark to how much he missed the other boil. To just how unsure he had felt over the course of the last few days. He wrapped himself around the Mahamba, legs around his waist, tail a little higher, and he clung to him, searching those glowing eyes with his own softer blue.
The first kiss was soft, hesitant. A brush of lips that was feather light, before a soft sound had slipped from the boil and he was pressing in harder, kissing the larger monster in earnest. Like Zaire was air, and he'd been drowning.
It should have been frightening how very much her depended, emotionally, on the other boil, and when he'd been alone it had been, but in his arms again it was so easy to forget that. To be in the moment, lost to the feel of hands on his body and the taste of lips under the soft brush of his tongue.
When he drew back it came from a whimper, and ears were drooped, eyes searching that handsome face as fingertips curled tightly into the material of Zaire's hoody. "Please don't do that again." Soft and pleading. "I don't mind getting sick. I don't like being away from you that much." His voice shook, just a bit, though he was trying to keep a handle on it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 5:20 pm
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Taking Jory into his lap his hands couldn't control themselves and slid eagerly over the other. Groping the familiar places he had missed over the past few days. Making sure as well that nothing was injured or out of place. It felt unholy good to have his boil back into his arms again, what warmth the other put off was greedily stolen while limbs latched around. ******** he missed this, missed him, the clingy boil he had come to love.
The clinging tugged on Zaire in many ways, on a side that was guilty then on a side that boosted his ego. Just to know he could make the other this way as well was a feeling that sent him beyond the pumpkin sun. But knowing he had made him feel the way he did hurt. It was a true struggle to contain the sad happiness, but damn it, Zaire couldn't hold back a smile in the eyes that were being searched. Jory really complimented him well, if it wasn't for his clingy behaviors Zaire was certain he would have scared him off well before now with possession, a possessiveness that was curbed well due to the other insecurities as horrible as it was true.
That first hesitant kiss brought a growl, not the kiss he wanted, at all. When the second breathtaking one hit, Zaire sunk into the kiss, that was a kiss. One he took full charge of with a push of tongue into Jory's mouth after feeling the others little licks. Tasting, or rather retasting the taste he favored over any. A sharp inhale into the kiss and lake along with Jory's natural musk intoxicated him, the scent one Zaire's hands were desperately trying to rub back onto him.
When Jory drew back whimpering he caught his breath, one that only managed half way to fill him as the mere sight of drooped ears caught it in his chest. Jack damn it. Why did he have to be so cute, a rare blush fully engulfed Zaire's cheeks as he looked upon the pleading other. A million thoughts came to mind, options on how to fix things, but then the most selfish was the one that came out, "...stay in my dorm with me." For good, or at until graduation. Catching himself a cough came and he looked away after a stolen kiss, not wanting to sound mental, "let's go out....tell me where you want to go...I wanna make being gone up, you know.."
Yeah.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 7:34 pm
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Despite the tight hold, the greedy kiss, Jory couldn't help the almost desperate search of glowing blue eyes. He was looking for annoyance, for anger, for coldness, but the only thing he saw was adoration and love, if a bit blurry around the edges before that flush crept up to darken tanned cheeks and pulled the afanc's attention downward by inches. He blinked, helpless, thing fingered hands smoothing over that strong chest now until that blurted request was met with wide eyes.
For the space of a heartbeat he didn't know what to say, but Zaire was leaning in, stealing a kiss, and a soft sound was uttered against soft lips as his eyes fell closed, arms sliding up to loop easily around strong shoulders as he leaned into his boilfriend.
He was a bit slow when they parted, responding more intensely even than normal for him, the distance between them over the last week making him almost frantic. Much longer and her might have broken, and at this point he wasn't at all sure what that would have meant. His usual cooping method was to hide, shutting everything out, but Zaire had effected him differently from the start.
The offer had baby blues flicking over that handsome face, and he gave a slow, thoughtful blink as he tried to focus, leaning back so he wasn't so terribly tempted to catch Zaire's lips again, because if they kept making out he was fairly certain they wouldn't be going anywhere.
Which...didn't sound too bad, all considered...
So where did Jory want to go? It took more concentration than it should have to think about it, and it showed in the slight lines on paler features. "Um. Dinner? That place you took me after my exam?" Slender fingers were winding through dark hair, twisting absently. "Maybe eye scream?"
He frowned then, glancing away, around his room. He'd just gotten organized, it was neat and clean, but... "We...we could share both rooms," he offered, voice small, head ducking. "We almost do that anyways, just...we could move stuff, so we both have clothing, or things, in both?" Admittedly, Jory spent more time in Zaire's room than his own, but sometimes it was nice not having to share the bed with a half dozen small little bodies trying to hog all the space.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2014 10:44 am
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In the silence he nearly took back the offer, anxiety climbing up his spine. It was hard for him not to be selfish but with Jory he found himself trying though at times he wondered if there was really a need. Jory seemed susceptible to almost anything suggested but, but that wasn't exactly what he wanted. Zaire was a controlling monster, that was true, though in this relationship, though it had been that way in the start Zaire was doing his best for compromise despite how it appeared. Really trying, for once and it was terrifying for a creature as flighty as he.
Though now, watching the slow blinks and catch of intensity in the other, one had to wonder if he had royally ******** up. Asked for to much, even though they pretty much already stayed over in eachothers rooms to live there. Was it the wrong thing to say looped in mind and an apology coupled with excuse of joke was waiting on the tip of tongue. When pale features twisted in concentration, tanned features hardened, ready. Or as ready as Zaire could manage to get himself, though a raid beat of heart kept that from getting to settled.
Dinner?
Right!
For a moment he was thrown, then let out a sigh of relief. Melting a little more into the boil wrapped around him. A change of subject worked all to well in the moment, with a nod he agreed. "That place had some..good food, and you should know better.." Teeth flashed and nipped a touch at a pale nose, "of course we are getting eyescream." Tanned hands gently slid up side before stilling and letting fingers curl a touch hard into them as Jory looked away.
Panicked he chuckled and shrugged, a hand lifting to rub over the back of his neck. That made sense, a little disappointing from some angles in his own mind but understood. "Yeah.." The word was murmured low in agreeance before glowing blues flickered to the door for escape. He didn't feel like lingering on the subject, because in the moment it was hard to judge how he felt honestly. But he knew he wanted to spend more time with Jory, now, right now, without anymore apologies or seriousness.
A pat to Jory's butt and Zaire was shifting under him, "let's..uh, get going before a dinner crowd forms.." They could probably score a better table if they went this early too. Plus with the talk of food, well, he was already starving.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2014 9:50 am
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Oh dear. A little frown frowned as Jory watched Zaire, how quiet he was, that almost nervous laugh. It made him wonder if he'd said something wrong. Given an answer that hadn't been expected or ideal, and of course made him want to retract it. Or better yet, just rewind the last few minutes, back to before he'd said anything. But...but, he thought his answer was a good one. If they used both, it meant they had more room, more options, just...more. Didn't it?
He was still frowning as Zaire gave his bottom a pat, but he climbed up and out of the larger monster's lap, hands going back to his hair to save the braid that had been slowly unraveling without a band to hold it. Nimble fingers made quick work of fixing and finishing it, and he moved to grab an elastic from the nightstand to tie it off.
The 3/4 sleeve jersey shirt he'd paired with capris was a cute look, but it was getting cooler out. He grabbed a hoody from his closet, one that looked suspiciously large on him. One Zaire might recognize as his own. Pulling it on, he zipped it half way before returning to his boilfriend's side, phone and wallet disappearing into a pocket before he was reaching for tanned fingers, slipping thinner, paler ones between them. Other hand coming around to smooth over the back of Zaire's knuckles before, on a whim, he was drawing that hand up to lay a soft brush of lips over cool skin.
Things still felt a little awkward, as if they hadn't quite fallen back into that same comfortable groove they'd inhabited before the this last week. It wasn't exactly alarming, just noticeable.
Rising up on his toes, he brought his hand up to cup Zaire's cheek, turning his head down so his smaller boilfriend could catch his lips in chaste, though lingering kiss. When he drew back it was with a soft smile, pale lower lip caught between teeth in a quick n**. "I love you." Another kiss, a squeeze to the hand, and he dipped his head towards the door. "Let's get some food."
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2014 2:12 pm
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Zaire stood up stretching out a little to keep from being to awkward in the moment. He just wanted to move past it, but there was obviously a lingering weirdness in the air. Hopefully dinner would clear it up he thought with a sigh, eyes grinning a little as he watched Jory fix the braid. "That..does look good." He commented while making sure his wallet was in his pocket and moving a little closer towards the door. Hair had become a concern lately, shorter hair at least, because he was getting tired of combing his own. A thing he had started after meeting Jory, though he tended to wear ponytails now, which brought more tangled for some unholy reason which was why he wore a beanie today, both so he didn't have to wear his hair up or comb it.
The larger hoodie was eyed with amusement, but quickly gaze was pulled away. After all, Jory in his clothes no matter what was always a turn on, call it what you will but his possessive side loved it. But at the moment the last thing he needed to do was try to jump the other boil, he had a responsibility at the moment and hunger was growing into a low occasional growl from the pit of his stomach. He hadn't ate all day and it was catching up to him. Plus he wasn't sure it was ok yet.
When Jory reached for his hand, fingers parted and then clutched around the other set. Holding tightly until startled when the other pulled his hand up to brush a kiss along his knuckles. It wasn't normal, but it was reassuring in all the right ways. A light red hue freckled his cheeks and just a touch at the bridge of his nose. A rare more submissive noise passed the monsters lips as hands turned him down for the sweet kiss.
Softening and lingering as long as the other in the moment Zaire waited, letting out a deep exhale, "yeah..I love you too." A mimicked smile and he was guiding them towards the door in silence. They really needed to get out of here before it was to late. Letting Jory go first he pulled the door closed behind them and started down the hall, hand in hand. "So where should we go for eyescream?" He was curious if Jory had any places in mind, favorites, but more importantly he was hoping if not he could suggest a place in the maul so that they could do a little window shopping.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2014 4:43 pm
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That blush rising along tanned cheeks, it always caught Jory off guard, but he loved to see it. It was just as reassuring to the boil as any touch or kiss could be, because it was involuntary. Something that couldn't be faked -- not that he suspected Zaire's affections for him to be untrue -- something that spoke volumes without so much as a word. It felt wonderful knowing he could cause that rosy hue, and a pleased smile lit up on pale lips as that soft sound slipped from his boilfriend's lips. Thin fingers stroked along the edge of his jaw, adoring, before dropping away as Zaire echoed his words and then led him towards the door.
He hadn't missed the compliment, and as they headed out of his room a hand came up to run fingers lightly over the soft length of braided hair that rested over one shoulder. He grinned, and it was soft and goofy, fingers squeezing around larger tan ones as they headed down the hall and out of the dorms. He'd have to wear it that way more often, if Zaire liked it.
The question had him looking up, and he tilted his head thoughtfully, before thin shoulders came up in a small shrug. "I don't know. I've only gotten eye scream a few times." The hand that had come up to touch the braid was dropping back down, fingertips trailing lightly along the inside of Zaire's wrist. "You pick, I'll bet you know someplace good." With that sweet tooth of his, there was no doubt in Jory's mind that his boilfriend knew all the best places in town for treats.
As they walked Jory stayed pressed up tight against the mahamba's side, and as they reached the cooler air outside the dorms he's grip adjusted, free hand sliding up to cup along the taller boil's elbow , clinging to his arm.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 2:35 pm
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If Zaire wanted to start a new weekly tradition he would hear no complaint from the smaller monster. Certainly not if that tradition meant a tasty reward for all the hard work they did throughout the whole of the week prior. Working out was not something Jory enjoyed doing, though his complaints and protests were very minimal. Essential, worthwhile, even if it did leave him feeling tired and sore. Something that was not usually a problem, considering how willing and eager Zaire was to offer body rubs and naps.
This last week he'd gone without, which meant he's legs were on the achy side.
On a hum he dropped his head to rest on Zaire's shoulder as they walked, and as usual the more slender length of his tail swept up to loop around Zaire's much thicker one as they walked. Quiet, though companionable, until they'd reached the crosswalk and Zaire was asking about visits home.
"Hmm?" Blinking, the afanc lifted his head to glance up at his boil before shoulders came up in another small shrug. "I haven't, yet. I suppose I probably should." It had been a little over a year since he'd come to Amity, and since then he'd kept up written correspondence, but had not made the trip home. At first because, well, he just hadn't been there long, and any trip home would have had the boil tempted to remain there. More recently because he'd had other reasons to stick around. Maybe Zaire would like to come with him?
"How about you?" Considering the sheltered state of his home town, a visit to the loc with Zaire could be quite eventful.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 7:40 pm
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It had taken a little while, but eventually Jory had realized hat he didn't need to fill the silence with useless chatter when he was with Zaire. Quiet was just fine, it could be companionable, peaceful. Especially when he was cuddled up against his boilfriend, and everything was going smoothly. A rocky start to the afternoon was turning out quiet nicely.
A curious hum followed the mahamba's answer, and his hold on the taller monster's arm tightened a bit as they started across the street. "Do you want to? Visit your parents, I mean?" A pause, his head dipping as he pressed lips together before continuing. "Or. Um. Mine, maybe?" Not that he knew when he was going to be heading back to the loc, but when he did, having his boilfriend there with him would make the trip easier.
At the very least, they wouldn't have to be apart...
Paling, he slipped one hand into Zaire's pocket, lacing his fingers with the larger monster's.
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