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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 21:46:41 GMT -5
Ariel's own eyes widened, his eyebrows stretching up underneath his hair and he stood there, stunned, for a second before heading after Markise again. "Like I know anything about fashion!" he called, though it didn't need to be very loud, considering Markise really wasn't that far ahead of him. Did he really just say that? No, he couldn't have. He almost let himself believe it, though, it was-no, it wasn't nice to know that someone might actually want to do that with him.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 21:55:38 GMT -5
"Apparently not!" Markise called back, then growled again before coming to a sudden stop. Was he really yelling over taste in fashion at a guy with shoes that looked like hand-me-downs? Markise brought his hands up over his face, trying to pull himself together. At least Ariel hadn't said anything about that sex comment. Markise could not believe he'd said that.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 22:04:47 GMT -5
Why did he even care that Markise was running from him? Not a week before Ariel would have been glad to never even worry about seeing him again. He didn't take offense to Markise's response about him and fashion, Ariel knew he wasn't all that when it came to dressing, but had to pull himself to a very sudden stop when he finally realized Markise had stopped in front of him. Ariel had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the other guy stopping until almost too late.
When he gained his balance and control back he let himself focus on Markise and stepped in front of him, tilting his head down to try and look behind those hands. "Sorry? For whatever it is I apparently said to piss you off?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his tone slightly sarcastic, even if he did hope to end the angry mood. Had Markise really meant what he had said about sex?
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 22:22:11 GMT -5
Markise lowered his hands enough to look over them, all threat of tears--allergies--passed. His eyes narrowed slightly at the sarcasm in Ariel's voice, but try as he might to hold onto anger, it only faded against those honeyed eyes, that head cocked to look at him. "Dammit," Markise said, lowering his hands the rest of the way, "How am I supposed to stay mad at you?" He had such an f~ing weakness for bad boys.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 22:32:52 GMT -5
Ariel sighed inwardly, relaxing when he saw that Markise was no longer angry with him. The corner of his lips almost curled up in a smile, almost, and he brought a hand up to run gently through Markise's hair. "I can't help it I'm just so amazing you can't stay angry," he said, eyes laughing softly. Then he pulled his hand back to himself, tucking it in his pocket before he had the chance to convince himself to kiss Markise.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 22:41:00 GMT -5
Markise had nearly swooned from that soft motion, the slide of those warm fingers through his hair. His pale eyes hazed a bit despite his intentions, and his lips parted for a light, inaudible sigh. He was so starved for physical contact that it wasn't even funny. Markise had to blink, had to make himself think to figure out what Ariel had said. He managed an absent noncommittal hm, and decided it wasn't worth trying to figure out. If it was important, Ariel would just have to repeat himself.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 22:48:34 GMT -5
Markise's silence didn't help Ariel's resolve not to kiss him, nor did the look in his eyes or that slight part of his lips. He licked his lips, but only shoved his hands deeper into his pockets as he took half a step back. He wasn't going to kiss Markise, however attractive the thought was to him. His eyes fell down to those lips, and he licked his own again before he spoke, "I should go, I have...a lot of work to do."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 22:54:49 GMT -5
Markise heard Ariel's words, but it was incredibly hard to listen to them when Ariel's tongue kept sweeping over his full lips. Markise's tongue echoed the motion, and he could still just barely taste Ariel on them. He lowered his gaze to Ariel's mouth, thinking about kissing him and telling himself he shouldn't, that he didn't need another bad boy, not even one with a heart of gold. Not even if that heart was wrapped up in the body of an athlete. Kiss him, his mind taunted. "Can't it wait?" Markise asked softly. "Just a little while?"
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 22:59:38 GMT -5
No, it's due tomorrow. Ariel needed to get away. Yes, I can turn it in on Thursday. He didn't want to, though. But just a little time to think. Markise tasted so good. He couldn't make up his mind, couldn't make a decision for himself, and so forced his eyes to leave Markise's lips in favor of his eyes. He silently begged Markise to take the decision out of his hands, it was so hard...
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 23:06:47 GMT -5
Kiss him. That small voice faded at the look in Ariel's eyes. He didn't need that voice anymore. There was no need to think as he stepped forward, lips parting slightly, eyelids heavy. One hand rose, sliding deep into that gorgeous mane of hair as he brought his lips to Ariel's, sighing against them. His other hand wrapped around Ariel's muscular upper arm as far as it could go, wanting to feel that leashed power again when Ariel responded.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 9:00:40 GMT -5
Ariel's muscles instantly relaxed when Markise's lips touched his, only to tense up even tighter as his arms slid around him to pull him close. He didn't know how he had lasted so long without someone to kiss like he was kissing Markise, how he had thought he could ever fool himself by getting a girlfriend. He needed the kiss, if only to be able to get the need away so that he could think more clearly.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 9:56:50 GMT -5
Markise could feel that need, and it sparked the growing flame building inside him into a blaze. He pressed himself to Ariel, tightened his hand around that muscular arm, and deepened the kiss. He had never been the sexual aggressor before Ariel, and though he knew it couldn't last long, it was a heady feeling while it lasted. Markise's fingers loosened against that taut muscle and slid up the outside of that arm, up to one broad shoulder as his lips widened, inviting more. More. He really needed to learn some self-control. Next time, maybe. Maybe
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 10:07:15 GMT -5
Ariel's eyebrows creased and his arms tightened, one hand moving to search for the edge of Markise's shirt as he remembered how that skin had felt beneath his hands out by the lake. His mind took that memory and ran with it, seeing in his mind's eye a barely-dressed Markise lightly shining from the water. Ariel shifted against Markise and deepened the kiss, giving and taking as much as he could.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 10:35:41 GMT -5
A light, almost pleading sound slipped from Markise's lips. He could barely stand this, it was so good, and they were in the middle of a corridor, if an empty one. His mind worked just well enough for him to release Ariel, though rather than pull away, he grabbed two fistfuls of Ariel's shirt. His eyes opened just a moment without pausing in the kiss, then slipped closed as he pulled Ariel to the side, one fist letting go of his shirt to fumble with the handle of a door set back into the corridor wall. This corridor was far too quiet to be in use, this was something Markise knew, and the room, whatever it was, would be empty. Markise grabbed Ariel's shirt again and pulled him into the room.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 11:46:42 GMT -5
Ariel's eyes slipped open as the door swung shut behind them just long enough for him to recognize they were in an empty classroom, and then they closed again to focus on the kiss. He hadn't expected to be pulled into a classroom, hell, he hadn't expected to be kissing some guy barely two weeks after arriving at the school. Oh but it was so good, and it wasn't just because of all of his repressed urges that it was, either.
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