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Post by jamie on May 15, 2010 10:07:11 GMT -5
Jamie paused outside of the Room of Requirement. He closed his eyes only for a moment and opened them when the huge door appeared in front of them. He let go of Bill and placed his hand on the cool metal. In one swift movement, Jamie turned the knob and pushed the doors open. It was a simple layout with a bed on one side, a sofa, and a fireplace. Jamie hadn’t thought about it too much, he had been too anxious to get in. Jamie glanced behind him and tilted his head to the side.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 15, 2010 22:53:22 GMT -5
Somewhere between the Entrance Hall and the seventh floor, Lyric had begun to wonder what in hell he was doing. It was different at the raves, where he'd been so out of it he couldn't feel the fear or that old self-hatred, couldn't hear that voice telling him how sick he was. But that first time he'd been as sober as he was now and he'd made it.
It had been all he could do not to say something about the direct contact Jamie had kept with him whenever no one was looking. He wasn't used to it and it was disturbing, but it was exciting too. He was near incinerating with anticipation in a way he hadn't been in so long now. His eyes lifted slightly to meet Jamie's, and without comment he stepped into the room.
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Post by jamie on May 16, 2010 7:46:43 GMT -5
As soon as the door was shut, Jamie rested his arms on Bill’s shoulders and pressed his lips against Bill’s. His lips parted and eyes flickered shut. The kiss was soft at the beginning but grew more and more intense. Jamie felt like he was falling into the kiss. His heart was racing and he let his fingers get tangled in Bill’s soft hair.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 16, 2010 16:16:54 GMT -5
It was almost too much, but because it was so overwhelming it muted his thoughts. With so much contact in so many places at once, he couldn't pick out any one thing that was happening. His mind was spinning, and it was all he could do to take Jamie's kiss and give it back. It was surprisingly easy to let go and simply throw himself into things. When his hands moved, they pressed firmly against the body in front of him, showing none of the fear he might have felt if things were different. As it was, he was eager for everything that was happening.
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Post by jamie on May 18, 2010 18:04:31 GMT -5
The pressure of another body against his, the heat rising in him, everything felt right. He responded to the pressure against his hips by leaning into the kiss, deepening it. He pushed himself against Bill even more, practically eliminating any space between them. One of his hands was on the back of Bill’s neck while the other slid down his back. He tugged at the bottom of his shirt for a moment before lifting it slowly and moving his hand up his torso slowly. The skin beneath his fingers was smooth and his touch was light.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 19, 2010 21:08:10 GMT -5
It was so strange having any part of this be slow or light, as though there were something about it to be savored. In his experience, it was a blind rush, and so although he didn't push ahead, a sense of urgency clung to him. He echoed Jamie's movements, the part of his mind that was still aware wondering that someone so strong and so full of anger could be gentle. He had enough curiosity in him that he didn't fight it, but went willingly along for the ride.
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Post by jamie on May 22, 2010 16:56:06 GMT -5
Jamie was anxious. So anxious, that it took a great deal of his strength to go slow. As anxious as he was, he didn’t want to rush it. He let his hands trail up Bill’s side slowly, feeling the softness of every curve. He broke to kiss briefly to pull Bill’s shirt over his head. Jamie let his eyes explore the bare torso in front of him before kissing his lips again softly and letting his hands explore the rest.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 22, 2010 17:02:39 GMT -5
Lyric had blinked in surprise at being looked at, and for that moment of stillness he hadn't known what to do. Then it started again and before he could remember himself, he was forgetting again. This was different, and so he wondered what else he could do. He started to try things instead of forging forward, and his lips found Jamie's neck, every kiss part question. Was this okay?
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Post by jamie on May 22, 2010 17:10:13 GMT -5
Jamie tilted his head head, exposing his neck. The kisses felt so good. A soft groan escaped from the back of his throat, urging him on. Jamie's hands were set on Bill's hips now as he guided him over to the bed, not breaking away from him for one moment. The biggest fear in Jamie's mind now was losing the moment. He wanted to stay there forever.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 22, 2010 17:20:54 GMT -5
Lyric was half distracted by the ability to experiment, and he threw himself into it. He wanted to go on, to take more, but Jamie was leading and Lyric wanted so badly to be led. Whatever was here was something he hadn't seen before. He moved eagerly where Jamie guided him, kissed eagerly with that encouraging sound, and reached for the shirt in front of him. He knew what was coming, and he wanted it.
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Post by jamie on May 22, 2010 17:32:42 GMT -5
Jamie knew he was going faster, but he had to. He couldn't help it. Jamie broke away pulled his own shirt over his head in one swift movement and tossed it somewhere on the floor. He wasn't really paying attention to it at that moment, his mind on only one thing. His hands rested on the small of Bill's back pulling him closer as he leaned in and kissed his lips with more passion and force than he had intended to.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 22, 2010 17:40:51 GMT -5
Lyric met that force with a force of his own. This was what he knew and understood. This was what led to that moment of perfect forgetfulness where he couldn't hate himself for the past. Couldn't hate himself for the present and how wrong he knew it was. But he'd gotten so used to the feeling the past months, and he was actually enjoying this. Sober.
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Post by jamie on May 22, 2010 17:57:02 GMT -5
Jamie's hands slid down his back, feeling the natural curve of his spine. He was inching closer the the bed. His kisses became more urgent, his chest was screaming, almost pleading. The fear that would normally grip him at this point, hadn't. It was comfortable, less foreign. It was what he wanted so bad.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 22, 2010 18:34:35 GMT -5
As eager as Lyric was, he didn't push, didn't demand. He was nearly shaking, but his own fear hadn't jumped at him. This was what it was, and he didn't feel like he had to live up to anything, like anything was expected of him. And yet there was still more of a connection than he'd ever found at a free party among people whose minds were half gone before he even met them. Or maybe it wasn't a connection. Maybe it was a wordless understanding that they both wanted this and somehow this was what they needed. Lyric toppled them onto the bed, but he didn't push any further. He asked for more with his kiss and with his hands, and let Jamie decide.
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Post by jamie on May 29, 2010 9:55:15 GMT -5
Jamie rolled onto his side. As he kissed Bill’s neck, his hands began moving towards his pants. He was so ready and his movements became more urgent. Suddenly it was as if every bit of fear he should’ve had ever since they were in the corridor exploded in him. What the hell was he doing? It was the question that had been burning in the back of his mind the entire time, the one he had also ignored the entire time. It was followed by a million other What if…s What if someone saw us in the corridor? What if someone found us here? What if Jory found out? Things had been going pretty well with him, he didn’t want to screw it up. Still, there was something different about Bill. Something that didn’t let him have these fears…until now.
Jamie pulled away. His breathing was deep and his face was red with heat. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t. Instead he froze and his eyes grew wide.
((OOC: Sorry, I should be able to get on more now that school's out))
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