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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 25, 2008 21:55:38 GMT -5
Ariel sighed and deepened the kiss, losing the gum somewhere along the way before his lips ventured from Markise's and towards his jaw. His hands spread up Markise's back as well, wanting to explore as much as he could. Somewhere, it felt like he didn't have much time, like every second with Markise needed to be used to find out something new before it was taken away.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 25, 2008 22:00:58 GMT -5
Markise took gasps of air at the sudden absence of Ariel's lips from his. With what was working of his mind, he pushed his gum under his tongue so he wouldn't inhale it, then grasped Ariel's thick hair, trying to guide and encourage, but mostly holding on. He didn't know how they'd gotten back to this point--yes, it was possible, but what was the probability? His body wasn't moving as fast toward need, but he wanted it, and he was already half desperate. "That feels so good," he whispered.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 26, 2008 9:38:06 GMT -5
The words encouraged Ariel, made him even more eager to travel down Markise's neck than the hands at the back of his head. His lips trailed down, taking in the little dips and curves where muscles changed and moved ever so slightly. He loved how it felt, even if he wasn't completely sure what he wanted. An idea floated into his mind, but he wasn't sure, they were in the clock tower, after all.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 26, 2008 9:50:16 GMT -5
Markise wanted to hold on, but he couldn't just stand there, taking and not touching Ariel, too. He forced his hands to uncurl from Ariel's amazing hair, keeping them firm against him as they traveled down to his chest. Markise wrapped his fingers in the hem of Ariel's shirt, wanting to pull it up and off, but the periodic click of the massive clock reminded him where they were. "I don't think it's safe here," he panted. He didn't want to come out, and he knew Ariel didn't. Markise wanted this, but right now, was the risk worth it?
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 26, 2008 9:59:18 GMT -5
Ariel pulled himself away from that delicious spot on Markise's neck and brought his eyes up, "Where?" His voice was breathy and eager, he wanted, but Markise was right, it would be so much easier for someone to walk in on them in the tower. He moved his hands back down to their place at Markise's lower back as he tried to think through the fog of somewhere, anywhere.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 26, 2008 10:04:51 GMT -5
Markise's eyes had closed for a moment when Ariel stopped, trying to catch his mind as it spun to a slow stop. "An empty classroom," he breathed. "I can find one." That was something he was good at. He apparently couldn't find his way out of a stairwell with a map, but he could tell a little-used corridor. Markise nearly grabbed Ariel's hand to drag him away, but no, they might be seen, so he fixed his pants, thinking back on the way he'd gotten up here. "Follow me," he told Ariel, then leaned forward to steal just one brief kiss. He straightened, his gaze dropping to those lips, then turned toward the door. "And don't watch my ass too much, straight man," he teased, slipping out.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 26, 2008 10:10:55 GMT -5
Ariel's eyes sparkled in humor as he slid out behind Markise. It proved harder than he thought to keep his eyes at an appropriate angle, at least at first, but after a few long seconds he was able to pull them up. He supposed that the practice of not looking at the other swimmers at the beginning of fifth year was finally paying off. He didn't say anything, focusing more on the possibilities that an empty classroom would give them.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 26, 2008 10:16:54 GMT -5
It wasn't difficult to find one. The small corridors off the staircase to the clock tower were hardly in use as it was, and this late in the day, they were all deserted. Markise tried to keep track of which corridor he'd chosen, then looked both ways down the corridor before slipping into a room at random. He didn't let himself meet Ariel's eyes, not in the corridor, where there could always be someone watching, even if it was empty. There was nothing to be said of two guys going into an empty room together. The usual assumption was that they were smoking or trying out something not strictly within the rules. Well, this wasn't strictly within the rules, but Markise paid no attention to that.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 26, 2008 10:27:03 GMT -5
Ariel followed, but stopped himself before he went up to Markise and pulled out his wand. He turned to the door and gave it a simple lock, then let himself go up to Markise as he tucked his wand away again. He was confident they wouldn't be walked in on, and so he didn't try to stop his hands as they searched out the hem of Markise's shirt, didn't stop his mind from going wild with thoughts and made up images of what could happen.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 26, 2008 10:36:03 GMT -5
Markise's lips curved, and his hands echoed Ariel's, slipping beneath the edges of Ariel's shirt to sweep lightly against his muscled stomach. He was so unbelievably lucky that Ariel wasn't straight, despite the game that he was. Markise blew a slow bubble, just buying himself time, letting the anticipation build. He loved the look in Ariel's eyes right now, and he wanted to absorb it for a moment, until he lost himself again.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 26, 2008 10:43:00 GMT -5
Ariel sighed softly and his hands moved up Markise's sides and around to his back, pulling the shirt up with them. He watched the bubble for just a moment before his eyes moved down to the skin he was revealing. He wondered, then, how people could consider the female form sexy when there were bodies like that. From one point, he could understand, girls were beautiful in their own way, but he couldn't begin to understand why someone would want to be with one, with all of the extra, when the other choice was the smooth body of a man.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 26, 2008 10:55:36 GMT -5
Markise let the motion of his hands draw to a stop. Then one slid out from under Ariel's shirt and reached for the gum he still had in his mouth. He drew it out and stuck it under the edge of the desk nearest them, then raised his arms for Ariel to remove his shirt. He wasn't in a hurry, but all the same, he didn't think he'd be able to pull himself back enough to get his shirt off later, and with the option of Ariel available, his gum had really lost its charm.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 26, 2008 11:08:47 GMT -5
Ariel pulled off the shirt, his eyes following as the last of Markise's blond hair fell down, then dropped it on the desk beside them. Then his eyes dropped to watch as his hands started running over the exposed skin, taking it all in just like the last time. He couldn't get over it, how good it felt beneath his palms and fingertips. He couldn't help but think of some of the guys from his old school, how had they felt?
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 26, 2008 11:14:45 GMT -5
Markise loved watching Ariel look at him, and his skin heated beneath his gaze. "Now yours," he said, reaching for Ariel's shirt now. He wanted it off, wanted them to be able to touch each other without that distraction. Markise gave no thought to trying to stop Ariel to talk or get to know one another. They both wanted this, and it only made sense to him to go ahead. They could talk later, when they weren't so caught up in exploring the amazing chemistry between them.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 26, 2008 11:26:41 GMT -5
Ariel pulled at his shirt, tugging it off and laying it with Markise's, only to turn his hands right back to their previous activities. One settled on the edge of Markise's pants, but the other continued its movements along his chest and stomach, dipping dangerously low before sweeping back up to tease at his chest. He loved the feeling, and loved seeing. It felt so forbidden, when for so long he hadn't been even allowed to look, and he ate it up.
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