Post by tessabear on Jul 25, 2009 22:51:51 GMT -4
DANGER PATRICK KINGSTON
"i went to the doctor,
i told him how my heart would break if i couldn't see your face,
he just gave me a pill"
[/font]"i went to the doctor,
i told him how my heart would break if i couldn't see your face,
he just gave me a pill"
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
- - i just write my memory ,
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[/size] pat, patrick, patty, trickster
• • FULL NAME , danger patrick kingston
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] twenty, october sixteenth
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] which everway the pendelum swings.
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] lead guitairst of skyline
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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[/size] dark chestnut
• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT , 152 lbs, 5'6"
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] dark chocolate - topaz
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] forty two tattoos
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] peter wentz
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size]
Patrick has his own style about everything. He doesn't fit in with exactly any category. He starts one all on his own. He's always been a trend-setter, and you'll often find him wearing things he wants to wear when he wants to. You'll find he has quite a fetish for skinny jeans, and you'll find he wears them the most. To him, it feels as if he's almost naked that they're so tight. Band shirts of crazy colours, neon colours is what he'll sport. He likes to keep it light and bright for everyone. Maybe he's completely stupid or just a really big attention whore, but sometimes you'll find him in a tanktop in jeans in the middle of a snow storm. Outside, in the snow storm. He says he likes the cold and can adapt to it, so that's why everything he wears is light. He's not a big fan of piercings, just tattoos. He used to be in eyeliner, and will ocassionally sport it from time to time but for the most part, no more guyliner.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size]sweating, overweight people, gyms, greasy foods, loud noises, crying women, the colour 'beige', big animals, wet dog, annoying girls, alcoholics, being touched, germs, invasion of space, disorganization, people that think they know you when they don't, liars, nightmares, dogs, feeling dirty, power puff girls, disney tv shows, reality tv shows, rap, tap water, small spaces, plastic surgery, awkward silences, needy girls, stubble, shaving, disorganization, pure white rooms, long, boring movies, lord of the rings, hobbits, j.r.r. tolkien books, suhshi, mexican food, car washes, public pools, fishing, boating, water, broken air conditions, cramped cars, smelly cars, tires, auto stores, critisim, public humiliation, large crowds, roller coasters, screaming music, broken items, large dogs, slobbering dogs, hugs, germs, dirt, getting dirty, illness, 80's style, football games, sports, long hair, dry skin, pale skin, contagious diseases or illness, war, war and peace, adam sandler, chris rock, tacky shows, robots, hover craftsanimal abuse, too crowded areas, loud noises, obnoxious people, angry people, boring people, clothing, being alone, bullies, depressing people, brownies, drama, body pains, not sleeping in, dull colours, sad things, dead things, death, hospitals, being pushed around, being judged, meat, dead animals, blood, religon, white houses, chickens, roasters, immature people, hairspray, facial piercings, the number eight, headaches, arguements, news channels, country music, math work, bills, money, sea monkeys, dirty laundry, war, waiting rooms, waiting, gossip and rumors, being hot then cold, peaches, seafood, slimmy things, dry skin, itchy sheets, large rooms, blank rooms, no sentimental value, being sick, black licorice, salt and vinegar, pushy people, bulky markers, rap music, baggy clothes, wide ruled paper, disorganization, overweight people, sweat, smell, gyms, gym class, heights, airplanes, cold soup, being cold, violence, blueberry yogurt, wal-mart clothing, washing dogs, wet carpet, the odor of piss, gravel sounds, bulgy veins, incorrect grammar.
• • LIKES ,
babies, crayons, colouring books, new shoes, new clothes, knee-high socks, rainbow colours, the outdoors, rain, sunshine, clouds, cold weather, snow, people, parties, masks, stories, reading, writing, painting, cats, baby animals, spring-time, celebrations, weddings, frozen ice, my cellphone, my blog, my friends, family, traditions, christmas, horror movies, cheesy romantic movies, goosebumps, fleece, confidence, red wine, french accents, laptops, gossip magazines, peanut butter, music, big headphones, boots, jackets, leather, feather pillows, blueberries, pancakes, morning time, dew on grass, laying around, soap operas, gossip shows, big sunglasses, lollipops, candy in general, silk, satin, matching clothes, classic literature, classical music, cello, piano, guitar, being alone, parades, confetti, hats, PBS channels, nature channels, british mysteries, the colour 'blue', the scent of fresh laundry, big open fields, the ocean, sand, sand castles, beaches, baby channels, cartoons, comic books, ankle socks, knitting, coffee, caffine rushes, exciting people, small towns, big houses, new cars, interesting people, sad peopleanything that glows in the dark, blues music, musicals, chuck palahniuk, soccer, sour straws, his language skills, classic romance stories, chinese food, macaroni and cheese, bandanas, hats, sunglasses, girls who dominate, shakespeare, messing around in walmart, smiling, laughing, chinese food, italian food, literature, running, video games, tube socks, outgoing kids, cell phones. partying, getting drunk and high, reptiles, panda bears, justin timberlake, saturday night live, mad tv, classical music, playing the piano, red bull, pink starbursts, brownies, smores, white rice, johnny depp, parody movies, american idol, family guy, tim burton movies, spongebob squarepants, whipped cream, knitting, starbucks, mint chocolates, caramel kisses, cloudy days, chopsticks, rain, his glasses, sweettarts, chick novels, bmws, nerds ropes, tshirts with funny logos, cheesecake, small cars, cigarettes, red wine, chocolate chip cookies, the beatles, coffee, disney, red jelly beans, babies, cinnamon smell, christmas, getting presents, his birthday, valentine’s day, jackets, colorful sneakers, horror movies, rainbows, the wizard of oz, hamsters, dinasours, pancakes, waffle houses, the smell of coffee, fresh laundry, flowers, colourful women, stylish women, dark eyes, large lips, snow, winter time, cold weather, horses, clean things, dinner parties, art, photography, playing his music, old time songs, classical music, carnivals, colourful places, colourful people, loud music, soft rain, thunderstorms, swimming, movies, music, herbs, spices, flowers, colours, books, art museums, babies, disney movies, cartoons, late nights, darkness, warmth, toe socks, turtle necks, wool, chocolates, romance, animals, hats, circuses, vintage, patterns, sun, beaches, sand, large hats, snow, winter, cool and collected colours, boxer briefs, concerts, board games, computers, writing, politics, lakes, boats,youtube, spicy food, new things, sex, classic films, old-fashioned people, rain, the smell of pine, fresh leather, new cars, new baby smell, quiet places, quiet people, neon colours, exciting places, exciting people, literature, zoos, being naked, fast food, humorous people, jokes, jazz club
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size] emotionally strong, a dependable friend, very compassionate, trustworthy, strong working, charming, adorable, sweet, honest
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] shy, push over, guarded, overprotective, easily made jealous, his daughter, sweet-talking, promises
• • FEARS ,[/size] the dark, dying, drowning, crashing, getting electricuited, losing his daughter, missing important events
• • SECRETS ,[/size] he's dying, he gets spontaneous boners when he fights, aurora's mother didn't die; she left aurora on his porch and ran away, he doesn't want to be famous, all he wants to do is paint, he gets treatment for his cancer
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size]
- Charming&&Gentleman
Ever since Patrick was a wee little lad just tucked in to his little crib, his mother has always taught him right from wrong and taught him how to be a gentleman. Over time, his parents and siblings have helped mold his personality. His father pushed for manliness, which Patrick learned to hold his own weight and how to work with tools and mechanics. His brothers taugh him how to be a ladies man with all the right words, right smiles, and right cues. Now he struts the streets with a confident smile and charming tongue. His mother taught him to sit up straight, look a woman in their face instead of their chest, keep your elbows off the table, remember your please and thank yous. Being such a gentleman, he knows that once a man has commited himself to a woman, to remain a respectable gentleman and continue to carry your family name with dignity you must stick with the woman you've commited youreslf to unless a sudden death occurs or adultry is commited. The same happens if unprotected sex happens and the woman is impregnanted. He has to tie himself down to that woman and raise his child. As you can imagine, Patrick watches his steps carefully.
- Sensitive&&Caring
Patrick is a very open-hearted, open-minded person. He loves anyone and everyone. Everyone deserves a second chance, in his eyes. Everyone has potential for growth and good structure in their lives. When it comes to criticism on people, or on himself, he'll take it to heart and actually try to fix it. Patrick is what you would call a 'people pleaser.' He's always trying to live up to people's expectations of himself and his supposed life. If they say, you need a bigger place, he finds one. If they say, you need a woman, he gets one. If they say, get a better job, he gets promoted. His father is the main person he's trying to impress, to make proud to say 'That's my son. Isn't he swell?' like he does with all of Patrick's other siblings. Maybe he's reaching for the stars. He doesn't realize how much his father loves him and is proud of him already. He feels he must go an extra length. He donates to charity, he tries volunteer work, he helps out with kids in communities. Whatever he can do, he'll pile onto his plate. Trying too hard to please everyone around him, he needs someone new to focus on making happy.
- Shy&&Guarded
There's always a lesson to learn from your siblings. Patrick's just happened to be: Never let a woman have your heart unless you're prepared to have it broken. He watched his older brothers, and even his sister, go through a few huge and minor heartbreaks throughout their lives. He's always been careful with his own, but he grew even more careful after seeing his sister left at the alter. True, his brothers and fathers and himself all went hunting for blood and found that the coward had run away with his slut to some foreign country, but after that he learned that you can't trust everyone you think you're close to. Patrick's never been the most extrovert person in the world, always a little more shy than the other boys standing in line. Even the most shy ones can make a difference though. It's put quite a few relationships to an end when the woman demanded to know so much so soon, it spoked him and caused them to break up. The minor breakups were tiny building bricks that led to the wall around himself. He'll occasionally peek over, have a decent conversation with the person waiting on the otherside, but for the most part, no one has actually helped tear the wall down.
- Quiet&&Talented
Patrick has never been the outgoing type. Never the type to just go out and party alone and come back with his arm having six or seven different girls hanging off. He's just the quiet boy that enjoys an evening alone with his mystery books and keyboard. The type that likes to sit quietly with a piano and play various compositions he has memorized in that photographic memory of his. Maybe he'd pick up a flute, a cello, or even bagpipe, yes, he knows how to play the bagpipe. Even though Patrick has always been a little artistically inclined, he can draw stick people and flowers but that's pretty much it, he has his advantage with all his musical abilities. Music has always been a passion to him and you don't even have to ask what he plays, he just gravitates toward it, sits down and does whatever he wants with his fingers. You'll see him playing a nonexistent piano while he walked down the street, fixing notes in his head and playing it again. The type with one hand always fixing notes on something, whether he realizes it or not. A register clerk at a shopping mall once asked if he had some crippled disease because one of his hands were going crazy while his other hand easily signed a check. It was embarrassing.
- Childish&&Fun
While Patrick can be quite a shy little chicken, he can also be a fun upbeat character. Once he's comfortable around you, he tends to act a little more loose and foolish. It may take a wild but eventually he'll open up to become a spring chicken of sorts. He'll bounce around and giggle stupidly at really bad jokes. He'll say things that seem funny in his head but might not be that funny. He'll like doing childish things, like going to a carnival or watching Disney movies all curled up on the couch with popcorn. He'll buy odd little toys to play around with, collectable action figures that he keeps in a box and takes everywhere with him. If you're lucky, you might catch him in the bathtub playing with collectable items going on an adventure in the soap suds. That's only if your timing is perfected. Or maybe just your hearing. If you listen carefully, you can hear his different characters get different voices that he uses. Be careful, if you have any Barbies around one of them automatically goes disappearing to become the damsel in distress for one of his toys.
- Passionate&&Romantic
When it comes to relationships, Patrick is very passionate about them. It's the little things that count. If you're with Patrick, he can promise you will recieve a flower or more everyday. Even if you're just starting out a relationship, expect them. He buys you things spontaneously to show his affections and does not in any way hold back on the public display of affection. He's completely up for it and will sometimes slober into your mouth for about two or three minutes. Surprise dates are to be expected, full of jewlry and loving kisses and hugs and touches. When you hit the sheets, it might be just as rewarding. Patrick tends to be very passionate when it comes to between the sheets. He likes to leave lovebites on his partner's skin, to prove he's been there once in a while. He likes the smells and sounds that come along with sex. He loves the way his woman looks after a good sexing and will often take before and after pictures of them and keep them. He has a special folder where he keeps everyone he's ever slept with since he was seventeen.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
- - one weak bone in me ,
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• • PARENTS ,
franklin taylor kingston , gym teacher, fifty
annabelle vera kingston , artist , forty-seven
• • SIBLINGS ,
rosalee may kingston , eighteen, student
leon theodore kingston, fourteen, student
isabelle noelle kingston , three, toddlerworld
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] n/a
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] n/a
• • CHILDREN ,[/size]
aurora valentine kingston, two, daughter
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] quebec city, quebec
• • HISTORY ,[/size]
The story behind Patrick being born is the fact, Franklin had tested Annabelle's faith. This triggered the angry and very hormonal Annabelle to pull out a small gun and threaten to shoot Franklin's foot. Unaware that it was actually loaded, she accidentally shot her husband's foot on October fifteenth. The stress and anxiety of it all made her go into labor. With her husband on the floor laughing at the fact she actually did it, Annabelle had to be sent to the hospital with Franklin's hand tied to hers. On October sixteenth, their eldest child was born. The rest of Patrick's siblings came one by one. Rosalee, Leon, and Isabelle. Patrick didn't have a distressed childhood. There was no anger, or depression in his household. His parents were happily married and loved their children very much. They weren't wealthy, but they weren't poor either. They took their children on vacations up to cabins and lakes and beaches. No, Patrick's life didn't really begin to start until he was seventeen and met who he assumed was the love of his life. Her name was Ella. She was the beauty of his high school, everyone loved her. Everyone wanted her. Everyone wanted to be her. Ella had her eyes on Patrick, which made the other boys jealous and often roughed Patrick up as if to scare him away from her. That didn't work. The first few times they had sex, they had been careful but one careless night, during spring break, led to a life changing event. Ella became pregnant with his child. In late November, Patrick had a beautiful baby girl. He loved her from the moment he got to hold her. Aurora was to live with Ella, that was the living arrangements. Patrick would come over everyday to see his beautiful daughter, until one night. There was a ring at his door and he went to go see who it was. He found Aurora on the snowy porch on Christmas Eve, sleeping soundly with a packed back next to her carrier and a not tucked under her blanket. Ella had left, for good. When he was nineteen, he took himself and Aurora out to Los Angeles where he decided to try his chances with music. He found a band called Skyline who seemed to like him pretty well, even if he did have a one-year-old waiting on the sidelines. That's where he started up again. Started over with Aurora. All he wants is the best for her.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
- - but no need for sympathy ,
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• • YOUR NAME , tess
• • YOUR AGE ,
• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] two? or was it three...
• • CONTACT INFORMATION ,[/size] PM, or IM: albinotessbear@hotmail.com
• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size] no one will miss you until you're gone
• • SECRET PHRASE ,[/size] -ADMIN EDIT-
• • NOTES ,[/size] nope
• • ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/size]
One of the most embarrassing childhood memories Logan had was one Christmas morning. He had children trampling him over to get down the stairs. Back in the day, Logan had been a chunky little kid. People poked his stomach and got punched in the face because they thought he was the Pillsbury Dough boy. Well, chubby little Logan went on rolling down the large flight of stairs his mother had insisted on for their final family home and they made it across the foyer, through the lounge room, past the parlor and straight into the family room where they had their looming, nine foot tree with the glistening silver and red strings dangling off and different ornaments they had all made from sticks and play dough. Of course there were the classic Santas and sleighs, but that's not the point. After dividing the mountain of presents into their own little islands, the kids would go ripping through the presents. This Christmas, Logan was turning fourteen. Going through his presents, he found one from his older brother and father so he tore it open to find a magazine. It'd be his first prono, naturally. Excited, he started to go through it from behind his presents. Mother called for a group picture so he got up with the rest of his siblings, crowding in closer to the end. People forgot to tell him about his first erection poking through his boxers. Taking the picture, it got printed on cards and sent out to family. At family gatherings, guess who's the butt of all jokes? That's right. Logan Pribbles, the boner boy of the family. Logan has always been looked down upon by his family. Not literally, of course. They have to look up at him, away from his crotch these days but, they look down on him as a person. If you count up how many living relatives Logan has you would come to three grandmas, two grandpas, nine great aunts, six great uncles, twelve aunts, seven uncles, three gay uncles, one lesbian aunt, thirty one different cousins, thirteen second cousins, nine siblings, two nephews, one niece, and counting. That's a lot of laughter from a lot of different people.That's a lot of mockery from a lot of different people. Try imagining a Pribbles Family Reunion. You're overwhelmed with laughter and horny people. You're trampled by kids and have fruit juice going down your pants. The pool is full of mothers, and women, and floating devices. Then you have that one guy that hogs the buffet. Yeah, well, Logan has three of those. Uncle Mark, Uncle Ryan, and Aunt Jason. Aunt Jason is Uncle Ryan's life partner, go figure. You have no breathing space. You're constantly being poked at for jokes, and Logan was always the one to poke at because unlike Aunt Jason, he doesn't start a screaming/crying/mass eating fit. All your flaws are picked out because of Logan's family. You become utterly away of every detail about yourself around them. They're the most judgmental people on Earth. Logan's afraid to bring anyone to this animal gathering because he doesn't want to go home with a carcass, or go home single. His family should have licenses to kill self-esteem, because that's what they do. They're a bunch of self-esteem killers. No wonder Logan drifted across the sea to a different country. Even though two aunts, one uncle, four cousins, and two second cousins live somewhere around here.
All his life, he'd been picked on and mocked. "Logan's so fat." "Logan's too skinny." "Logan has a flat ass and a big nose." That's all he's ever heard is mockery and being picked at like he was a dead deer on a highway. After a while, a guy can only take so much. That's what pushed him over the edge when everyone started ganging up on him because he's a "whore" and knows it. After all the years, the twenty-four long years of being called a failure and labeled as a "disgrace" to the family, he's gotten pretty sick of it. The one person he expected to stand up for him, didn't. Derek just sat there and let Logan take it like he was a baseball hitting a baseball bat over and over again. It all boils up to the point where Logan threw that screaming/crying/mass eating fit, just in the privacy of his home. There's a hole in the wall where he punched it so hard. It's now filled up with daises. He cried himself to sleep then woke up and eat out his refrigerator. Because that's just Logan. Pick on his flaws. He's a big guy that acts like he has no emotions so let's treat him like he doesn't have a heart. It's always the worst part of being a whore, being treated like you aren't a person anymore. Now Logan knows how the blacks and homosexuals feel. People are never satisfied with anything Logan does. Growing up, it was always his younger siblings who got complimented for a good grade in a class. No one showed up for Logan's award in auto shop. No one clapped or questioned what the one lone trophy was in his room. No one came into Logan's room. Even Jonathan, his lone normal brother didn't come into his room. Leon was too afraid of Logan, pussy. His sisters always over looked him, even though he was the one punching out Kaydence's sleazy boyfriend who'd fucked her then dumped her for another piece of hot tail that went to her school. Logan was just as protective of his sisters, older and younger, as his father was. In a way, his was their bouncer to their private club. If you got Logan's approval, you were in good. If you didn't, you got a fist to your face and a knee to your boner. Then a dick in the ass just for good measure that you wouldn't come back. Even if he protected them, they looked over him as the one that always "needed money" or "needed a place to sleep" or "needed a ride." After a while, it all becomes old and the same old same old. For once, Logan was wanting to bring in something new. Something that made them go, "Oh wow, he really has changed. Maybe even for the better."
Maybe that's why when Logan saw Derek's face, he didn't punch his lights right out. The disrespectful little twit that didn't even stand up for, mind you he still was Derek's boyfriend at the time, his boyfriend while he was getting his ribs kicked in left or right. Why he felt some sympathy for Derek, he didn't know. Maybe it was because he knew what kind of guy he was and Derek deserved better. Maybe in one of Derek's siblings eyes he was that sleazy boyfriend that Kaydence had. Seeing Derek made Logan jumpy, frustrated, turn-on, angry, and adored all at once. Mainly because Derek hadn't rejected him like the rest of his so-called "friends" had. It was adorable and he wanted to pinch Derek's perfectly round cheeks and kiss those overly huge lips. Those perfect lips that could probably hold a whole mango. Those beautiful, plush, dusty-rose pink lips. Uh oh, look out Derek. Looks like Logan might be wielding a weapon. Blushing, he cleared his throat, tightening his grip over his chest. It really sucked that Derek was closer to his crotch that he really wanted him right now. This was about apologies and seriousness. Not blowjobs and sex. Which was basically running through Logan's mind now. Derek had this great body that Logan was just dying to see underneath his, pink and sweating. Those jeans complimented his perfectly round ass too much too. Those eyes made him die a little on the inside and start humping the zipper of his jeans. Derek period could make Logan go stupid and jizz over everyone and anyone. There was a small part of him that wanted to rip Derek through the door, toss him onto a bed of daises and take away Derek's innocence just for the irony. Daises meant innocence and it'd simply be ironic to take someone's innocence on a bed of them. Logan would laugh it up in the morning, that my friend is a promise. When Derek was drunk, his lips looked overly wet, only a sliver of brown showing from the huge pupils. Sweat clung to his brows and some of his dark bangs. That dark head of hair he could just see pressed against his abdomen. For some reason, Derek's mouth made him think of a Dyson vacuum cleaner. That's probably what it was. A lean, mean, vacuuming-like sucking machine. He frowned at the goose-bumps that ran up his spine. How dare they. Insult him and his half-hard cock in such a manner. Derek looked like he was going to fall over the railing of his small shitty porch. The porch with the pot of dead flowers and a pinwheel sticking out of the top. As well as a folded up green and red lawn chair that he sat in in the morning for his morning smoke. That's probably while the pot of flowers was dead. They were a fabulous ash tray for Logan.
Derek was funny when he was drunk. More funny than Logan and Logan was a pretty hilarious drunk. Now Logan was going to have to beat Derek for being a more funny drunk. No one's allowed to steal Logan's title. Plus stealing was bad. He smiled at Derek, nodding. "Only that drunk can get you into a whole lot of trouble." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck and silently making the comment, "Trust me, I've been there" under his breath. "Oh, yes. Purple's your favourite colour. They must have seen that in your face and decided to dye their best drinks purple." He smirked. His eyes fell back to the papers in Derek's hands, frowning at them. The comment Logan had made was merely out of anger. Derek wasn't suppose to take it seriously. Then again, it was Derek, why did he expect Derek Mont to take anything seriously? He shook his head, reaching for Derek's wrist but recoiling his hand. Serious Logan wasn't affectionate. Serious Logan was cold, and straight faced, and was kind of hard in his boxers. That's serious Logan. "Derek," He paused. What exactly was he going to say. 'That comment about you crawling with AIDS was an insult, not to be taken seriously?" "That comment about you crawling with AIDS was an insult, not to actually be taken seriously." Simple and to the point. That's how Logan liked things was simple. His brows furrowed at Derek's inquiry. Too late? For what? After tea and briskets with the Queen? Heat rolled all over his skin as Derek disappeared into his flower hut making him frown and stutter. He reached out hesitantly for Derek's shoulder before he kicked the flowers but he was too late. Sighing, he closed the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest. Up and down his hall were flowers. There was a small pathway so he didn't smash them with his big ass feet. Main pathways, like to his bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room. Decorated around the couch were daises, but not directly on it since he slept and had sex there. Lately, there had been a lot less of both. He bit his bottom lip, nodding at Derek and hiding his eyes. They wandered around the room, looking for anything and everything to stare at besides Derek's face. The face with those plush lips and big brown cow eyes. He cleared his throat, wandering over to sit next to Derek. "You weren't suppose to bring me anything." Logan shook his head. "That's the point of surprise. You don't know it's coming when it comes." Like shooting semen into someone's mouth. Like Derek's. He liked his lips. He could take so much advantage of Derek being drunk right now. He could probably make Derek lean over into his lap and suck him off in a second. He frowned at the idea. Derek was a drunken virgin and he was a sober whore. Such a bad mix. Especially when the sober whore was getting entirely too hard for the drunken virgin.
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