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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:30 pm
Cane's eyebrows shot upwards at Micajah's reaction when Chon flew from the native to the pale boy. Interesting color. He'd noticed that Chon changed, depending on... Moods. Now a casual grin drifted across his features and the stocky teen scooted across the bed, letting his body bend until his lips were where his fingers once were. Mica's neck.
"Careful." He cautioned, voice a murmur. Cane didn't want him to choke again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:35 pm
Micajah's whole body seemed to groan as Cane kissed the back of his neck, his hands opened as he shivered, releasing the butterfly he'd kept trapped inside out and into the air. It only flew up about six or so inches from his fingers before it stopped and hovered, the color only growing darker on its wings, and while it had flapped before to stay in place it remained completely still.
Looking at Chon made Micajah feel sick with himself, enough that the tips of the wings were turning black instead of that strange burgundy, but it only served to make Chon seem more...exotic.
When he'd managed to get enough control of himself back again to speak, Micajah turned his head slightly to look at the person who he knew to be his lover...though he'd forgotten what lovers really tend to do. Perhaps they weren't really lovers until a certain deed had been done, so in this case his boyfriend(?), and Micajah felt his cheeks flush rose.
" . . .Cane. . ."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 9:42 am
"Quiet, Mica." It was a gentle silencing, and Cane used his mouth to follow his words, stopping Micajah from speaking. He knew that ache, even if the blonde didn't, and he was more than willing to help satisfy it. A tan hand reached around to the front of Mica's pants, and he grinned once.
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Waking up from their nap about two hours later, the native let out a lazy yawn, glancing down at his still sleeping companion. Another low chuckle found itself free of him and he got up, padding over to his sink in a pair of boxer briefs. While he didn't usually wear the things to bed, this had been a special occasion.
A long drink of water later and he was sitting on the bed, a gentle hand shaking Micajah. "Butterfly, wake up."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 8:08 pm
Micajah stirred slightly as he felt a pressure on his shoulder, the touch light, and he murmured a few words before he took a deep breath that extended into a groan.
A groan that quickly turned into a gasp when the teen realized where he was. And that he was only in his underwear to boot.
"!!!"
Micajah quickly sat up in the bed, his motion almost a straight up jerk, and his face turned three shades of red as he looked at the young man sitting next to him - also only in his underwear. While he couldn't really bring himself to remember what they'd done together only a few hours before, just sitting this close with this few clothing on was enough to make his heart pound.
"Ah...good...Cane."
It seemed he couldn't really speak either, his words jumbled up each time he tried to properly say something, but it would pass as he calmed down or managed to slap some sense into himself.
"Your bed is pretty comfortable, you know? I could sleep on it again."
And he walked right into that.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 7:56 pm
A wide, predatory grin and Cane reached out to brush blonde strands from Mica's face. "You are welcome to." The large hand moved from the more slender boy's face, to come to a rest on his chest. "I need to go to class, but you are welcome to stay if you like."
A pause and he leaned in for a kiss, before getting to his feet and pulling on a pair of jeans. "Or, to come back later, if you need to study." A thin, darkblue thermal was pulled onto his wide torso and he slid his feet into some flip flops, heading for the door.
"Be well, Butterfly."
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 8:10 pm
"Ah, you....you too. I'll see you later then."
Micajah's cheeks grazed red as the pair parted from their kiss and he watched the native dress himself into casual wear. He had no idea where his own clothes were, probably close to where Cane got his from, and he made a mental note to get up and get dressed once the other teen had left the room. It's not that he was uncomfortable moving in his underwear around Cane (which he was, but that was beside the point) it was more or less he didn't like showing off that scar.
He wondered if Cane had even noticed it. . . earlier.
When Micajah was wished well and Cane had left, he slowly rose to his feet and shakily made his way to his pile of clothing. His whole body still felt warm from the sheets on the bed, his whole form so well rested it was like he'd been out for hours, and he glanced over at the spot his frame had left against the mattress. Next to it was another bump, slowly fading as the mattress resumed its natural form, and he smiled.
He wouldn't mind sleeping here again, not at all.
THE END
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