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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 11:58:13 GMT -5
Markise let go of that last bit of his ability to think; he didn't need it now. His hands released Ariel's now-wrinkled shirt and smoothed down the front of his body, all lightly rippling muscles poorly hidden behind the thinly-worn material covering him. He couldn't help himself. It had been so long since he'd touched anyone like this, and though Kwami had always made him weak, he'd never brought out this fire, this desperate need to take and be possessed. Markise's hands paused at the hem of Ariel's shirt, a brief tease before slipping under and spreading against that flat stomach.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 12:05:44 GMT -5
Ariel didn't have a thought for slowing down, it surely wasn't right to do that when they both wanted, when they both needed, and when it made his body tighten so wonderfully. His hands both spread up underneath the back of Markise's shirt, fingers dipping in at his spine and spreading out to feel the amazingly smooth skin. He felt like he had never been touched, but really he had, though never by someone he actually wanted.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 12:13:26 GMT -5
Markise inhaled deeply at the feel of Ariel's hands, letting it out in a long, slow rush of air through his nose. God, it felt so good, he wanted this so badly, but he didn't want it to end. He didn't want to get to the inevitable and have it all end. It's not inevitable, something whispered in his mind. Just because his body was screaming for it didn't mean he had to give in. But I want to! And he'd ruin it. Markise's brows knitted tightly with the intensity of the kiss and the battle of his thoughts.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 12:31:33 GMT -5
Ariel ran his hands up Markise's back, silently marveling at how it felt when the only thing he had had to think about was a girl's. It was so different, yet the same in many ways, and he loved it. He loved it all, really, how those hands felt on his stomach and how Markise tasted, how the air brushed his exposed skin to send shivers racing through his skin that battled with the heat in his blood. It all combined to make his mind whirl as it tried to make sense of everything all at once.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 12:38:48 GMT -5
Markise kept waiting for Ariel to take it further, but he never did! It was as though he was unable to see the path they were on, as though... as though he'd never done this before. Deep in the back of his mind, Markise screamed. Here he was in an empty classroom with a desperate man that put every boy he'd ever been with to shame with intensity, and he was following Markise. Markise's brows knitted again, and he broke the kiss to speak in gasping breaths, though he returned to the kiss between every word. "Ariel...are you...a...virgin?" That would explain so much.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 12:44:04 GMT -5
Ariel almost said he was, just so he didn't have to think about that girl he had been with, but he couldn't bring himself to tell the lie. So he shook his head and breathed no. Then he opened his eyes and his eyebrows creased, "Why?" he asked, barely breathing the word. He knew that Markise had let the word sex slip earlier, but he hadn't been aware that he wanted it so soon, or maybe Ariel had just wanted to prolong the pleasure that he was so unused to.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 12:52:10 GMT -5
Markise nearly groaned at the stop of the kiss. Ariel was certainly acting like a virgin. He should have been able to tell why. Markise opened his eyes, still smoky and desperate, and had to force himself to think. It didn't come easy; most of the blood in his body had abandoned his brain at the moment. "I was just asking," Markise managed, his gaze dropping from Ariel's light brown eyes to his lips, still glistening from the kiss. "If you want to," he said, nearly whispering the words, "I need to know. Needed to know." Ariel had already answered. Markise's body was screaming at him to just let it go and resume the kiss, but he couldn't, not if Ariel didn't want it too. Not if Ariel didn't know what he was doing, not if... But Markise wanted him.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 12:59:49 GMT -5
Ariel did want to, even if he hadn't given it a thought beforehand, knowing that Markise must want it, too. "I've never been with a guy," he murmured, pushing back the thoroughly unpleasant memory of when he had lost his virginity and the uncomfortable feeling that washed over him at admitting it to Markise. He wanted to, and he knew how it all worked, even if he wasn't sure how well he would succeed, considering his previous experiences. What if he did something wrong? He hadn't done anything wrong yet, apparently, or he wouldn't even have had to answer the question in the first place.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 13:28:27 GMT -5
Markise wrinkled his nose at the obvious conclusion. Ariel had had sex with a girl. He didn't want to think about that. Markise's hands slid an inch or so against Ariel's bared abdomen, though he knew it was a bad idea, that Ariel was less likely to give an honest answer when he was distracted by the possibilities. "When was the last time you were tested?" he asked softly, then, even lower, do you have a condom? He shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't even be thinking of doing this. He hardly knew Ariel, despite the brief, intensely personal conversations they'd had. And Ariel was, as far as Markise was concerned, practically a virgin. I was just asking, he told himself, his gaze rising at last from those lips up to those honeyed eyes. It doesn't mean we will.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 13:35:25 GMT -5
"After my brother found out last year," Ariel answered softly, and he hadn't done anything since, so he knew he was clean. His eyes didn't meet Markise's, but settled on his lips as he shifted closer. "He gave me some, but they're in my trunk," he said, realizing that his chances were probably gone with that answer. That didn't stop him from dropping one hand to the very edge of the back of Markise's pants, didn't stop him from dipping his head to brush his lips against Markise's.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 14:08:43 GMT -5
Markise gave another soft sound, part pleasure, part surprise; this was the first time Ariel had kissed him, and it was a tease. Markise's lips parted, hovered a breath away from Ariel's, wanting to initiate another, to finish what was still pulsing through his body. "Another time, then," he whispered, and brought their mouths together, needing something to soothe the fire burning inside him. He shifted lightly back into Ariel's hand, then pressed forward again, his own hands spreading out over Ariel's sides, then back and up, taking in Ariel's muscled back with firm palms. He nearly sighed in relief at being able to go on. For now, at least.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 14:16:07 GMT -5
Ariel was very glad for the return of the kiss, and his hands moved. One traced the edge of Markise's pants, following the dips and rises of his body, and the other moved around from his back to his side, moving up to run light fingers along his ribcage. He hoped for that another time, only slightly surprising himself when Ariel realized how much he hoped for it. He surprised himself farther by wondering; weren't there other things they could do?
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 14:30:10 GMT -5
Markise's skin heated, shivered where Ariel's fingers trailed against him, and his stomach tightened in response. It was all he could do to keep his hands off Ariel's belt. They tightened against his back instead, kneading at the muscles there. It was obvious that Ariel wanted him, but how much? He can't control himself. God, thinking that didn't help. He didn't run when you suggested more. No, he hadn't. In fact, he'd come after Markise. If he'd been able to think, he'd have been suspicious, he'd have lumped Ariel in with Kwami again, wanting an easy lay and nothing else. But he couldn't think, and so he stretched against Ariel, trying to take as much contact as he could get without letting go to disrobe.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 15:01:14 GMT -5
Ariel rolled his shoulders against the motions of Markise's hands on his back and he pulled Markise to him, pushing that shirt up farther as his hand parted from the fabric of those pants. He wasn't sure what he wanted, exactly, all he knew was that he wanted more, and that he didn't know how to stop himself. His mind was blank save for the blind pleasure racing through his veins.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 15:38:17 GMT -5
Markise knew exactly what he wanted. His hands tugged lightly at Ariel's skin as the pulled down his back, down to the waist of his pants. His hands paused, unsure, then he broke the kiss, his eyes an icy storm of lust as they found Ariel's. Do it, he urged silently. His arms rose, slowly, and he arched his back ever slightly away from Ariel's hands. Do it. He wanted to feel Ariel against him again, wanted Ariel to stop whatever it was that was holding him back and just go.
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