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Post by caine on Sept 23, 2012 18:11:07 GMT -5
Caine had never thought he’d lose Cameron so soon after they’d gotten back together. He’d always assumed they were indestructible, that nothing could get between their love but something had. Caine didn’t know what had caused them to split up, or rather what had caused Cameron not to return to Velocity, but he didn’t like it. When he’d returned he’d been quite frightened to see people again, especially since he’d made so many enemies before he’d left but he refused to allow that to scare him. Yes, he’d been in love with Cameron, and no, he wouldn’t be denying it anymore. Yes, Cameron was also gone, but Caine didn’t need him to live. His heart ache was nothing that a couple of packs of cigarettes and maybe something a little stronger couldn’t cure. To say Caine was happy these days would be a lie, but he was enjoying the pit of self destruction that he was digging himself deeper into.
He’d met Emery a little while ago whilst he was mourning in the park. Accepting his free drugs hadn’t really seemed to be that much of a big deal at the time although just a month ago Caine would have shook his head profusely at the idea of himself doing drugs. Things had changed, he was tired of trying to be perfect and he was tired of trying to get accepted by his family. It wasn’t going to happen so why couldn’t he enjoy himself with an older drug addict? Well Caine hadn’t really established whether he was an addict or not, but he was a user, and he was also the complete opposite of Caine’s type. He was rough and tough and he was a bad boy where as Caine had always been a fan of what was pretty, but Emery was so different from Cameron that Caine enjoyed his every touch. He didn’t go to Emery because he was in love with him or because he had any type of feelings for him, instead Emery was like a drug, ironic really since he provided Caine with them, he made him feel better and he also brought out the bad side in the teenager; he extracted his recklessness and turned it into something dangerous. So, when Caine received a text from Emery to come to his house, he dismissed himself from class under the excuse of needing to go to the bathroom and he never returned.
It didn’t take him long to get to Emery’s place… his boyfriend’s place. The word sounded so foreign, so Caine never really used it. He wasn’t really too sure if they were actually exclusive or if they were just fuck buddies; he didn’t really care either way as long as he could go on without remembering how he felt about Cameron. A cigarette was poised between the teenager’s fingertips as he pushed open the door with his free hand. He’d done this a thousand times before, in fact he was pretty sure he’d spent more nights at Emery’s than he had his own home. The familiar scent of Emery met his nostrils as Caine walked down the hallway, finding an abandoned hoody. He couldn’t wear any of Cameron’s stuff because Cameron was always so much smaller than he was but this was a never a problem with Emery and Caine really enjoyed smelling him on it. He pulled the hoody over his form as he headed through to the back of the house, finding Emery playing video games. Caine came up from behind him and slid down on the couch. He smiled at the sight of Emery, he was a little bit adorable in a rugged kind of way, but playing on video games? That would have to change. Caine may have been going through a weird stage right now, but he still enjoyed attention, especially from lovers. He wrinkled his nose at the controller before crawling obnoxiously onto Emery’s lap, straddling his legs whilst he made himself comfortable. It was like a role reversal really, he seemed to be playing more of the womanly role in this relationship than in his last, it was kind of weird but then he was four years younger than Emery and so much more immature so it worked out.
He ran his fingertips through Emery’s hair and nuzzled his face into his neck, planting soft kisses over the familiar spot. ”Let’s get fucked!” he exclaimed enthusiastically as he took a pause from kissing Emery’s neck. It worked out well since it was his lips that Caine was desiring. He dropped his hands down from Emery’s hair to the bottom of his top, Emery was a real man and he had a body of a real man, unlike his ex boyfriend who seemed to resemble a little girl more than anything, therefore exploring Emery’s body was like exploring a whole new territory. Granted, Caine was male but it was different being with somebody else. As for his request, Caine wanted to get so off his face that he couldn’t remember what he was doing a moment after he’d done it. His time with Emery was always best spent when he was ridiculously high because it got rid of any of the nerves he would have had otherwise, and there was something pretty awesome about waking up and knowing what you did only through the aches that body your sent to indicate what had happened. It was exciting to not know what he was going to do with Emery, especially since Emery was so experienced. Caine slid his hand under Emery’s top and explored his warm skin, running his fingertips across his stomach. When his lips met Emery’s, he kissed him softly before pulling away with a grin. Caine liked to think he could be a tease, he liked to think that he was in control of the whole situation but the truth was, he was hurting and he was still as desperately naïve as he had been when he’d been with Cameron. ”You know I’m not gonna let you play video games with me around, don’t you babe?” he asked with a raised brow.
Tag: Emery.
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Post by emery on Oct 15, 2012 18:52:36 GMT -5
i'm lost in empty pillow talk again The swivels of air circulation rounded his head and swooped into the kitchen, leaving him dry and burning. What a piece of shit air conditioner. Emery used his elbows to push himself from the ivory colored, silk couch that took up only a half quarter of the large, somewhat empty living room that he spent almost all of his time in. He had his room, but that was mostly just where he went to sleep, have sex, and play bass but even that he usually traveled in here for. His vision blurred in and out between his slants for eyes, a certain ache gnawing at his usual visual comfort. Red eyes were a complaint long since gone from his system, but sometimes they got so red that it actually hurt. It wasn’t often, but it happened. He finished off his blunt and smashed it into the ash tray on the side table, coughing but only lightly. Click after click, the clock on the wall above him taunted in a sense, mocking his inability to kill time in a fashionable manner. He never did do well with boredom. Emery lied back down on the couch with a blank look in his eyes, the silence doing all but killing him.
You would expect Emery to be the type who despised eerie silences, but it was actually the opposite. While he was quite the fan of loud noises, concerts and screaming, he just so happened to love the other side of the extremes too. His arm fell limp next to the couch and he closed his eyes, his fingers rubbing mindlessly together and reaching down further every time until he finally grasped his cell phone and slowly reclined his arm, bringing it to his chest and typing a message to his boyfriend, little Caine Ferral. The clicks of his mini-keyboard felt like poison to the air. A sudden burst of energy shot through him as he hit the send button and he let his legs carry him over to the TV, turning the volume up so high that it almost hurt but it didn’t shake the floor yet. He knew as soon as he turned his video game on though, it may begin to. Emery set the game up the rest of the way and sprinted over to the couch, sitting upright and grinning to himself as the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 game came up and he played, only wanting to entertain himself in the period he was without Caine, which he knew wouldn’t be too much longer.
Emery didn’t hear the footsteps or the door opening over the television, but upon seeing his boyfriend in one of his own hoodies next to him he reached over to the remote, turned the volume down and continued to play, though his tactic in the game was increasingly worse the more he looked over at him. He slowed his pace, only running and shooting when he could, but concentration became even harder regardless. He grinned in a somewhat childish manner as Caine made himself more apparent by not only straddling him, but giving him those sweet, sweet little kisses that Emery cherished so much. He closed his eyes as he took it in, laughing at him and raising an eyebrow, “we’ll work up to that.” His voice was gruff, but it was the kind of gruff that almost sounded sweet. His volume never went too high, despite his love for noise. It was just how his voice naturally went. When he was angry, he talked. But anything else seemed to be just above a whisper. He rolled his eyes playfully and tickled at Caine’s sides, grinning smugly as he pressed the pause button on the controller and tossed it to the ground, moving them so that Caine was still on top of him, but Emery was laying down on his back and instead of his lap, it was his stomach that his boyfriend rested on. “I know, I know. Put the shit face away, it was just some… opener, for when the real entertainment came,” he mused, a certain swing to his voice. He arched himself forwards and kissed Caine once again before slowly lowering himself, his eyes not leaving his. “How was your day? Huh?” He poked him in the side, a playful little gesture that he often did.
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