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 Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:44 pm
"You're convenient, and this entire thing was spontaneous. At least I can justify myself with your merits." Whatever those might have been. Paris' own confidence, for one. His beauty for another. In the end even the richest of people bought them self a tramp from time to time. At least he would have one with class.
Billy had never put on his vest. he had never even tucked in his shirt for that matter either. Said shirt was soon unbuttoned and slid off of his dark body. He proceeded to fold it and place it where he'd easily recover it once this fiasco was over. His belt was removed, then rolled up and placed with the shirt. His pants, riding low on hi hips, remained.
"You sound like you're having second thoughts," Billy remarked casually as he took a step over to the bed. Billy wasn't sure how far he'd take this, himself. Watching Paris undress though, he felt the same reaction he'd experienced earlier in the locker room. He'd never had that reaction watching his past girlfriends undress. He'd never been truly interested in their bodies. Not like he was this one. There was just something about a woman's breast that turned Billy off. Maybe it was because of his mother - wretch that she is. Maybe Billy really did have an affinity for men. Though feminine in dress and face, Paris was still male.
Once Paris was down to his pants as well, Billy would beacon the blond over. Billy would take a seat on the bed, and motion for Paris to seat himself on his lap.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 12:42 pm
"Me? Have second thoughts?" Paris wondered, and snorted at the very idea of it. "Don't kid yourself, Billy. I don't second guess myself, especially not about this. I don't give up on things that I want," he said, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it as well, "and at the moment, I want you."
He took slow steps toward the bed once Billy sat on the mattress, laughing when he was encouraged to sit on his lap. "You're very forward," he observed, climbing onto the bed to join him, though instead of simply sitting on Billy's lap, he straddled it, one leg on either side. "But I like that." His hands went to Billy's shoulders, half to steady himself and half to touch the other boy; Paris rather liked the way his slim, pale hands looked against Billy's darker skin.
He pulled himself closer after slipping his arms around Billy's neck, leaning against him with their chests meeting, placing his mouth by Billy's ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his mouth forming another smirk. "Tell me what would please the great Billy Roadinger."
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 1:03 pm
Billy let his hands slide along Paris' legs. Firmly. Squeezing slightly until they trailed their way up his sides and back down again. Billy found himself letting his lips trail along Paris' neck, barely touching until a warm tongue met the juncture between his neck and ear. From there he sailed along the boy's neck with teeth, and lips. He wasn't gentle. He liked being rough.
"I want you..to show me what makes you so good at what you do," He said into Paris' ear. Because Billy wasn't going to admit that he really wasn't sure what to do, beyond tantalizing kisses and simple touches.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 1:39 pm
Paris shivered and sighed in delight when Billy's mouth found his neck, thoroughly enjoying the treatment. One of his hands slipped into Billy's hair to massage his scalp, as Paris tipped his head back for more. "I'm good at what I do because I don't say 'no.' To anything," he told him, undaunted by the rough manner with which Billy explored his neck. He hoped he left a mark... or two... or three... or several. He would take great pleasure in showing them off -- temporary tokens of another success.
"You really don't have any idea what you're doing, do you?" he asked with a quiet chuckle. He would have laughed louder, but he didn't think it would be appreciated. Paris knew better than to goad him too far. "Or what we're going to be doing eventually. I'm sure you're comfortable enough with this," he said, taking a moment to slide his lips along the side of Billy's face, leaving small, sticky patches of lip-gloss in his wake.
"It's alright," Paris reassured him, not too concerned by his lack of experience. His was certain Billy's confidence would make up for it. "I'm sure you'll learn fast."
He paused to peck Billy's chin, before finally taking his mouth into a kiss. He didn't bother to be gentle or chaste. He figured it would take a lot to scare Billy away if he ever managed to, though he was beginning to think more and more confidently that this would end the way he wanted it to.
Excellent.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 3:15 pm
There was no moans, no whines of pleasure. Instead all that came from Billy as he and Paris kissed was deep, guttural, growls.
It had been....way to goddamn long. And there were no protruding squishy boobs getting in his way. This was confirmed as one dark hand clawed down Paris' chest and down his stomach. Billy moved his mouth's attentions down Paris' throat to n** at his collar bone. There would be marks. Hell, it was Billy's goal to make his mark in life.
"I'll learn as fast as you teach me," Billy said before nibbling an earlobe.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 4:02 pm
The growling was hot. Really, really hot. Much more sexy than pathetic whimpering and moaning. Not that he wasn't moaning himself, but he was Paris. He was allowed to.
This time Paris couldn't help but laugh, tilting his head back again to allow Billy to move unobstructed down his throat and to his collar. "I think I like you, Billy," he decided. That attitude was probably off-putting to a lot of people, but Paris had nothing to complain about. It was almost charming, in a way. "And I don't say that about a lot of people. Of course, if you think I'm being too slow..."
His voice trailed off and he pulled away, detaching himself from the other boy and sliding out of his lap to set his feet on the ground and stand back up in front of him. With a quick shake of his head, Paris tossed his hair out of his face again, looking at Billy suggestively as he lowered his hands to his own pants to undo the fastenings, sliding the green plaid all the way down his long legs, revealing his bikini underwear, cheerfully checkered in bright pink and white. He leaned over briefly to disentangle his pants from his feet. "Better?" he asked.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:01 pm
Billy appraised Paris' body, eyes actually taking on a little more than that bored look. In fact, they looked hungrily over the younger boy's flesh. Evidence of his opinion was clear, even without words.
"I think," Billy began, taking a short pause to settle his voice back into its usual calm, "You need to get on this bed. And show me of thing or two. Using my body to do so." There was intensity in his voice, hunger in his eyes, and a smirk on his face.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 8:32 pm
Paris liked that look on Billy's face. He liked it a lot. It made him feel hot and ready, and he ached to put an end to this playing around. He'd stalled enough, had made his jokes and allusions and innuendos. It was time to get down to business. He could only waste so much time before it lost some of its entertainment value.
He considered sliding his underwear off, too, but decided if Billy wanted them off he'd have to do it himself. He grinned lasciviously instead, anxious and excited and lustful. "Yes, sir," he said and returned to the bed, looping his arms around Billy's neck to drag him close and kiss him again, before his hands drifted over the other's body -- touching, pressing, squeezing -- until he found the fastenings of Billy's pants and began to work them open.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 9:01 pm
The feeling of a button being undone and the sliding of a zipper was something oddly notable to Billy. Not quite erotic, no, but a definite feeling that was ingrained in his mind. He allowed his pants to be removed before he twisted and tossed Paris on to the bed. Billy pressed his body close, grinding against him as he propped up on one elbow and gripped Paris' hair with his other hand before claiming those glossed lips in a bruising kiss. Fingers arched like claws traveled from Paris' scalp, down his neck, along his side and hooked in the band of those underwear. Rumbling growls could be heard as Billy ravaged the frame beneath him in kisses, licks, and bites.
~
Presumably there was hot sex.
Gaia is PG-13. You've all been cockblocked. ;<
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 9:51 pm
Paris lounged on his bed when they were done, tangled up in the sea-green sheets, warm and content and very satisfied. He pressed lazy kisses onto one of Billy's shoulders, playing his fingers in teasing circles over his chest. "So much for baby steps," he said, smiling and propping himself up on one of his elbows.
He took a few deep breaths and sighed, making himself comfortable. He felt a little achy, but in a good way. "Well?" he prodded, twining a piece of Billy's silver hair around one of his fingers. "How was that? Up to your standards?" Not that Billy could compare him to other guys -- for now, at least. For his part, Paris thought it had been pretty damned fantastic. "That wasn't so bad for a first try. I'd do you again."
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 10:34 pm
Billy lay, sprawled like a wildcat in a tree. He hated to admit it, but once he got started he just couldn't stop himself. There had been want. Need. Desire unlike any he'd felt for a girl. Women, they were,...too delicate in build, too breakable and....squishy. He gave a mental sneer at the thought of boobs and protruding asses. Funny that he'd never pondered that before. Perhaps it was simply because the opportunity had never come up before.
He had gone in to this with the idea if finding out just what he was. Well, he'd found out. Delved further than he'd planned to, true enough, but the hell if he cared. He'd berate himself about self control later.
"It was satisfying. And long overdue..." It had felt good to finally release those primal urges, to let the predator out of the confines of hims mind to play.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 11:34 pm
Paris could definitely agree on the topic of women. They had cute clothes and great shoes, but their bodies were horribly unappealing. He'd never slept with one, would never sleep with one, couldn't even consider it without feeling more than a little grossed out. The whole squishy thing was scary. Ugh. It had been that way for as long as he could remember, though some of his prejudices on a mental level probably had something to do with his mother, too. Neglect and abandonment hurt like a b***h.
"We could do it again," he suggested, too pleased with the current state of affairs to worry about much else. "Now, tomorrow, next week, it doesn't matter. Whenever you want. Wherever you want. However you want it. You know, the whole 'your wish, my command' sort of thing. I could use a regular lay. Going out and looking for someone to pick up can get extremely annoying when they turn out to be a disappointment."
Billy was nothing of the sort. He was aggressive -- which was a huge turn on -- good looking, bold, and he kept himself at an emotional distance, which Paris welcomed. Emotions just complicated things, turned people into fools and ruined a perfectly good time. Paris didn't want sweet words whispered in the dark, or flowers and fancy dinners, or walks in the park while holding hands and sharing a cup of hot chocolate. He wanted sex, pure and simple. He wanted fun and excitement, something easy and straightforward. Nothing too involved. Nothing deep or meaningful.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 12:01 am
Billy sat up and began seeking out his underwear and pants, offering a simple shrug. He could do with the occasional lay. A lot of people would hold the sentiment that he'd be easier to deal with if he did. "Feel free to look me up," ah, double-entendre.
Billy had found put his pants back on. He very languidly walked over to where he'd left his belt and shirt. Billy hoped he hadn't started something he couldn't control. Addiction ran in his family, after all. But, at the very least it wasn't like there wasn't someone willing to give him his fix.
Like Paris, That was all he wanted. A release.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 11:27 am
"Not much of a talker after sex, are you? Or at all..." Paris wondered, not all that surprised. "Typical." Of course, it wasn't like he didn't talk enough for the both of them himself.
Paris sat up in his bed, not bothering to cover himself, and watched Billy find his clothes and tug them back on. "Do you have a cell phone or something? I could give you my number. I'm not always around here, so it's not like you can just stop by my room whenever you want something, but if you want to call or text, I'm likely to respond faster."
He was just throwing that out there. Part of him thought Billy might not be quite that interested, which was fine. He'd just find someone else. Or the other boy was just playing hard to get and not wanting to admit that he'd like to do it again sometime, which was annoying, especially when he'd been so easy to convince before.
Whatever. It wasn't going to hurt his feelings at all. He didn't need someone like Billy telling him he was hot stuff to know that he was gorgeous, and he certainly didn't need his approval to know that there was some obvious lust there. He'd be able to entice Billy again, no doubt about that.
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