Road Trip - AKA - Be careful what you wish for - jeflint Gardsorm and mayovagn
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				Title: <strong>Road Trip - AKA - Be careful what you wish for - jeflint Gardsorm and mayovagn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>23-08-2017, 21:10:00</strong>
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				The well was off the beaten path, in the grounds of the butterfly conservatory but not on a marked track. The pair had stumbled upon it quite by accident and it had been a bit of fun. They had each taken a loonie, a Canadian dollar coin, and tossed it in. Their wishes they had kept to themselves.<br><br>They were on the road, in a battered old Ford, heading for Toronto to Fan Expo. They had met and found a solid friendship in college in New York, New York. Angel was studying Computer Science and was quiet and shy, he mostly kept to himself and it was by chance he met and befriended Bailey. Bailey was English, but her father had moved the family west due to work considerations, he had been running a branch office of a major multinational publishing corporation and had been offered a VP position at the head office in the US. The family had come along and were living in a large condo largely paid for by the corporation. They had met due to cooking.<br><br>Angel had been making buñuelos in the east communal kitchen on their floor. A ball of cheese and cornstarch they are dropped in hot oil and deep fried. It was early in his first year and Angel was homesick, he had made buñuelos a lot growing up with his mom and grandmother down in Medellin. Now up in the US, so far from his home, his family, his heritage, it was something of home, the smells and tastes so familiar. The smell had drawn in Bailey who was making up some cheese on toast which really doesn't hold a candle to what Angel was cooking.<br><br>The friendship started with Bailey wandering up to Angel and saying with a smile, "Those smell amazing. And they look like are terrible for you, what are they?" Bailey wasn't above approaching strangers and asking questions, especially where there could be tasty cheese based foods in the offing. She wasn't the most forward of self confident individual on the planet, but, well, deep fried cheese balls were a very compelling case to initiate first contact! The accents had been hard for both at first, English was hard for Angel to grasp and his Colombian accent caused Bailey more than a little consternation, yet they persevered.<br><br>From there they had talked about cooking, about college, where Bailey was studying electrical and mechanical engineering, about hobbies, about fandoms and discovered they both liked all kinds of science fiction and fantasy along with many video games.<br><br>They were fast and easy friends and when they weren't studying they would spend a lot of time in each other's cramped rooms talking or in one of the communal lounges playing games or watching movies.<br><br>It could have evolved beyond a friendship easily if it hadn't been for one small detail, one tiny little fly in the ointment. Bailey wasn't sexually attracted to dudes. She didn't have an issue with guys, at all, she enjoyed their company a great deal, she just didn't really want to fuck them.<br><br>The trip up to Canada to attend Fan-Expo had come about because they both liked Doctor Who and well, Matt Smith, John Barrowman, Catherine Tate, Billy Piper, Karen Gillan, all in one place. Throw in Nathan Fillion and Tim Curry and, frankly the list went on, and on, it was an opportunity that was not going to be missed.<br><br>They had made it through two years of college together and were just starting their third, it was a weekend long event but the trip there was going to take a few days in the car, so they had elected to take a week out of study time to head up there and back and catch up later. This was important, this was something that wasn't about to happen more than once in a lifetime! This was a chance to go on a long road trip, see some of New York state, go through Niagara Falls and see the spectacle that was one of the seven wonders of the world and then go see some people that made dreams come true on film and television! It was a crazy plan, and they were going to regret it when they had to work like Spartans to catch up with their lost time on their courses, but damn if they weren't going to do it anyway.<br><br>But they needed wheels. They needed a co-conspirator. Someone with a car and a US drivers licence. Someone local who could help them look more legitimate to US and Canadian customs! They needed to drag in one of their other friends!<br><br>Chris was a year ahead of the other two but was on the same floor. He was more of a friend of Angel than Bailey, but they all knew each other fairly well and Chris had often been involved in their shenanigans in the past. He had been recruited because he was available, he was close by, he was willing to be talked into going and because he had a car. Chris agreed to go with them because he was studying media at college and this was an opportunity to see this strange convention thing, plus, well, some of the panels sounded kinda cool and Toronto had a huge media industry. It and Vancouver were extremely prolific for both film and TV due to the tax breaks the Canadian, Ontario and BC governments had in place to attract the market. Besides, it was a long road trip with good friends where he could see the countryside, and they were paying.<br><br>Oh yes.<br><br>If he was going they were paying for fuel, for his lodgings (which he was admittedly to be sharing with the other two, but hey! Bailey was easy on the eye, and Angel was a close friend. Plus, they were paying for his entry to the convention. It was a very cheap vacation for him and just too good not to pass up. Truth be told if Bailey hadn't insisted she pay for his tickets as compensation for all the driving well he would have seriously considered going anyway. He hadn't had a vacation since starting college and this sounded like a lot of fun.<br><br>So it was that they all wound up at the wishing well, dropping coins into it, making their respective wishes and going on about their day. The butterflies were pretty and Bailey took a lot of pictures with her quite impressive looking camera that she wasn't overly sure she was using correctly but was determined to learn no matter the embarrassment and they had piled back in the car for the short hop up to Toronto for the evening. They had a hotel booked a short subway ride from the event and they wanted to arrive in good time so they could bed down nice and early. Three days at Fan Expo!<br><br>It was all really very exciting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Road Trip - AKA - Be careful what you wish for - jeflint Gardsorm and mayovagn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>24-08-2017, 09:49:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0e/20/3d/0e203dc9b3841bf7c87dc19adc0e288c.jpg) </div>The wishing well had been about midway through the day for Angel as he'd been up early double and triple and quadruple checking that he had everything for this cross country adventure. Passport, check. Wallet, si. Clothing, affirmative. Awesome Cosplay costume? Well... (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/95/39/8c/95398c6f6e9bc1d49099e8536655d5a7--nerd-fashion-fandom-fashion.jpg) Nailed it. He could not wait to see what Bailey and Chris would bring to wear for the costume party. He'd been very mum about what he was going as. He'd always responded with a tight lipped <acronym title="Ah, you must wait and see my friends">"Ah, debes esperar y ver a mis amigos"</acronym>. The only thing he didn't have in ready supply with him was the pesos to pay for the trip. He would have to go to the bank and withdraw the estimated amount of money he needed for the trip. He normally only kept a small amount of coin on him, he didn't like to keep a lot on him and he refused to use debit cards because he couldn't feel the money going through his hand. His family in Columbia wasn't the wealthiest and he was here on a scholarship so money was precious to him. That he was taking this trip with his friends Chris and Bailey was more important. He didn't know if the other two knew it or not but he would have done anything for Bailey. And so when they had been talking just a few months back about taking some sort of trip and he'd jokingly thrown out the convention in Toronto and her eyes lit up he knew that he would be going.<br><br>The tickets he'd purchased for all three of them, he did not like to put things like this to others. Plus for his OCD programmer mind it was important to check off the box. The same had been for the hotel where he'd put down reservations for the Fairmount Royal York hotel. He had spent a large amount of his time reading reviews and checking user feedback before her felt confident that he and his friends would enjoy their stay. A perfect gentleman he had ensured that there were two rooms, next door to one another, so that Bailey would have a room and he would have a room. As much as he wanted to ask his friend every time he tried to bring it up he found himself being quiet about it. And so he would shyly sit there and listen to her instead of expressing his feelings. He wanted this trip to be special. He wanted to let her know and maybe move past the zone of friendship he found himself in. Chris had cautioned against it but what did he know of passion? The Spanish were known for their passion! And so he had then googled and researched and reviewed and planned for every expense that he would make with an itemized list on his phone. Just because he had his passions didn't mean he didn't have his common sense. It would not do to blow all of the money for the semester on this. <br><br>And so he found himself in the kitchen making CHUZOS DE RES O CHUZOS DE POLLO (https://www.laylita.com/recetas/wp-content/uploads/Carne-en-palito-o-chuzos.jpg) for himself and the others. If there was anything outside of the computers that he loved it was food. He had spent so much time with his brothers and sisters in the kitchen with his MaMa that he couldn't help but end up cooking while he was nervous or happy or thoughtful or just about anytime that his hands needed work. There were a few Colombian stores in New York but they took a lot of time to get to. And if Chris wasn't there to lend is car for some delectable cooking it meant that Angel had to bring a cooler on the bus so that he could carry the groceries back. He could have used Amazon like so many of his fellow college students but he liked to get his fingers into the spices and smell them. While Computers might be his future his hobby was making meals. His instagram was filled with meals that he shared with his family and friends back home and his family and friends here. And as always happened the amount of food he made was more than a man to eat. He was almost certain his fellow dorm dwellers enjoyed when he cooked because it meant left overs for everyone.<br><br>As he sat down to his meal he did a quick prayer and thanks for his good fortune. He couldn't wait to be joined by his friends for the meal he'd prepared. It wasn't overly complex when compared to other things he created but with grilled corn, beef and chicken skewers and other Colombian dishes he was sure they would enjoy it. The plan had been for all of them to get ready and then meet for a meal. They would go first thing in the morning and Angel was almost positive he wouldn't be sleeping through the night. That he would lay on his double bed upstairs on the third floor and be tossing and turning while listening to the sounds of the jungle at night on his iPhone. That the siren song of the tree frog would only further serve to remind him how far from Medellin. But still he gave thanks for his friends and for this chance to go on a road trip with them. The fact they all enjoyed most of the same fandoms was what had brought them together and his wish at the well left him hoping that they got everything they had wished for on this trip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Road Trip - AKA - Be careful what you wish for - jeflint Gardsorm and mayovagn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>24-08-2017, 14:16:16</strong>
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				(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/18/1d/d4/181dd4c654dd03d1d8eb5a424b56abc3--hair-fair-character-inspiration-female-redhead.jpg)<br><br>They had driven much of the way through NY state on the first day and Bailey had been sitting in the back of the car taking all the pictures. All of them. Ever. She had a 256gig card in her camera and five spare batteries. She didn't have to worry about not having enough storage. Oh yes, all the pictures on this trip. Ever. In the history of ever. She seemed particularly fond of barns, the more dilapidated the better, but all kinds of strange things would take her fancy, there was a nest some large bird of prey had made on top of a wooden telegraph pole somehow and she had insisted they stopped so she could change lenses and see if she could get some pictures of the birds coming and going.<br><br>When they found a motel and stopped for the evening she had managed to pay for the rooms. She was the rich kid of the group mostly because of her family, but she was nevertheless the rich kid of the group. She knew that her friends didn't really have the money for this and had insisted that since Angel had paid for the tickets and put down the deposit on the hotel in Toronto that the gas money was her responsibility. But that didn't feel like enough, no, not nearly. So she was going to pay for the motels. She also managed to slip three hundred in Canadian plastic money into one of the pockets of Angels backpack while nobody was looking to cover the cost of the tickets for the con for herself and Chris. Because, necessary.<br><br>She knew that Angel would never accept that sort of thing from her directly, but now, well, he had the money and that was that. Kinda. Sorta. The note wrapped around it that read, 'This is yours. Yes it is. No, it is. Don't you dare try to give this back. No. You are going to take it. Yes you are. Yup. You are. Really. Look, just accept it and spend it on something fun. Or else. No, don't ask me or else what, I have nothing to back that up, but you are going to take this and have fun. Or else.' in her admittedly slightly spidery hand. She had tried to be careful while writing it and it had come out neater than normal which was somewhat gratifying.<br><br>The border crossing had been fine for Chris and a little more bother for Angel and herself, they had been forced to apply for some kind of pre clearance thing and Angel had, had to get a visa, they were both taken out of the car and asked some extra questions, though the border guards were fairly nice about it and not at all confrontational, it took a bit of extra time.<br><br>Then Niagra!<br><br>They didn't have enough time. They had a few scant hours and there was the falls itself, the gorge, the cable car, the bird sanctuary, the horror museum, Ripleys Believe it of Not, arcades, the falls again and the butterfly conservatory. They had cut back to just the falls and the butterflies and had determined that if there was time they would do other stuff on the way back perhaps. Bailey had taken pictures. Oh yes she had. The shutter clicking on her Pentax SLR was a constant sound, with her using Angel as a shade against the bright sun to check the result and adjust settings regularly before trying again. She was learning, but it was going to be a long journey to camera setting bliss that was certain. They had taken lunch at the falls at a Tim Hortons where it turned out that spicy chicken was incredibly spicy chicken and a little too hot for Bailey who had passed her meal onto Angel and gone back to order something else.<br><br>The butterflies were, of course, amazing, though the place smelled of slightly off fruit due to the large amounts of, well, slightly off fruit left about the place to feed the creatures. The colours of the gentle little flitting things were beautiful and seeing them land on people and just hang out for a while... Bailey even let Angel handle the camera a few times so shots of her with a butterfly on her head, then two, could be immortalized on something better than a smartphone.<br><br>The wishing well had happened quite by accident and it was Baileys bouncing and smiling that had convinced the others that this was a good idea. She even volunteered to supply the coins, because she happened to have three brand new shiny loonies. She made a point of telling Chris and Angel each in turn "This is yours, I am giving it to you. So when you use it, the wish is yours and not mine." Because these sorts of things were important with wishes, she was quite certain. Her grandmother had been a white witch, magic ran in her family after all. At least so her dad would tell her. Really she had hardly known the woman as she had died when Bailey was about four, but it was a good story and her dad did seem to have the ability to buy warts from people. Something she herself claimed to have inherited.<br><br>The coins had dropped, each had silently made their implorations to the gods of wishes, whomever they might be, and had been on their way.<br><br>Soon they were driving on through southern Ontario, winding up through wine country with vines on either sides of the highway heading into the 'Golden Horseshoe' of the greater Toronto area for their target for the night, their hotel.<br><br>In theory their passes covered them for tonight as well as Friday, Saturday and Sunday, but it had been decided that bright and early on Friday was the best time to start and that by the time they arrived and settled it would be best to just turn in.<br><br>For now there was the road and the novelty of Canada and the sound of Bailey's shutter click from the back seat as they passed through unfamiliar towns and cities, St. Catherines, Grimsby, Hamilton, Oakville, Mississauga and finally Toronto! Where traffic slowed down from a crawl to a standstill as someone had done themselves a serious mischief on the Gardiner Expressway and taken several other cars with them. They were sat for nearly two hours in totally stalled traffic with only a Costco to look at while things were cleared ahead of them. Then things were moving again slowly and they found that the accident was about a mile and a half ahead and with one lane moving they were able to clear the jam and make it to the hotel in time to check in, take their bags to their rooms and collapse.<br><br>Bailey had insisted that though she had her own room, the connecting doors should be left open so they all had more space. She trusted the boys and this way she could ask for comments on her costumes before they headed down to the con the next day.<br><br>Her dreams that night had been strange, she didn't really remember them when she woke, but there was a fierce throbbing going on between her legs. Nibbling on her lip she found herself wishing she hadn't insisted about the doors. She couldn't do anything about the state the dream had imposed upon her.<br><br>Her alarm went off shortly after she woke up, The Orb's - Little Fluffy Clouds floating out of her phone, which she had placed on the other side of the room. Bailey bounced out of bed and snatched up the device, killed the alarm, noted she was the first up and ducked into the bathroom. She was still throbby, perhaps a little itchy? She closed the door and sat on the pot having dropped her panties and looked down as best she could, it looked normal down there as best as she could tell, but she really did feel odd. She explored herself with her fingers carefully, gasped, her clit was... Well, she could feel her pulse in it. Whatever she had been dreaming about must have been really good. She bit her tongue, moved her hands away, closed her legs, set about emptying her bladder and then went to look for her clean undergarments so she could take a shower.<br><br>Showering was good, it was always good, but this was really good. Especially good. In the shower she could get away with making the throbbing go away and not risk disturbing the boys. She came surprisingly quickly and she was still throbbing, she came a few times more, and was still throbbing, and the itchy feeling seemed to be a little worse. This was... Starting to worry her a little, and if anything her clit seemed to be bigger. She gave up on trying to take the feeling away, it wasn't working it just seemed to be making things worse, and set about towelling herself off and starting her day. Using the tiny hair drier on her flame red hair before slipping on a sports bra and dark purple boy shorts. She danced back into her room to the music in her head and slipped into some jeans and a t-shirt and went to see if the boys were up so they could breakfast together before dressing for the convention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Road Trip - AKA - Be careful what you wish for - jeflint Gardsorm and mayovagn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gardsorm</strong> on <strong>29-08-2017, 15:03:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XbaZsM3.jpg)</div><br>It had been a long drive, and it would continue to be. Driving through the US and into Canada to attend Fan Expo... It was perhaps the single most irrational thing to cause him to take a trip when he rarely ever took one. However, for someone wanting to major in multimedia, being given a chance to join other hardcore fans in asking their favorite actors questions about them and the sets they worked on was something they shouldn't pass up on. Though his interest was perhaps only bested by Angel, who came with his cosplay outfit (and a very convincing one at that!). Maybe he was expected to wear one too, but if he had one, he was remaining fairly tight-lipped about it. Bailey meanwhile seemed enamored with snapping pictures of almost every place they visited.<br><br>It was honestly cute having to stop alot so she could take pictures of just about everything that caught her fancy, from barns to bird nests. Taking a road trip with the two of them was a very interesting experience for him... One he was sure he was going to remember.<br><br>Perhaps there was more to this trip than he wanted to admit. The two he happened to he driving had been friends for so long that part of him hoped they could be more than friends. Were he a more persistent person, maybe he would have taken an interest in Bailey like that... Though at the same time he would have felt like little more than a third wheel. At least like this, he was a wheel man for his friends getting them to their destination while fulfilling one or more of his own goals. He couldn't ask for anything more than that! Though maybe a little less trouble... Getting the two of them through border guards had been a worrying experience for him, but thankfully the pair managed to finslly earn their way through, and arguably the most (if not one of them) difficult part(s) of their journey was behind them.<br><br>Everything that followed next were things that Chris had gotten used to seeing during yhe trip: learning how to balance their time as their female friend had grand goals to immortalize every view she came upon with her trusty camera. Shortening their plans to just the falls, Chris had to fight back the urge to picture himself cliff diving off the Niagra, primarily because ontop of how dangerous that was going to be, he was pretty sure it was illegal too. Besides, that was something you went to go do in other parts of the world, so long as you surveyed what you were jumping into first... But that was neither here nor there for their present moment. Letting Bailey snap a few pictures, they enjoyed their remainder of the views of the Niagra Falls before moving on to the Butterfly Conservatory. Unlike their female friend, who got lucky to have one land on her head Chris did not seem to have the right amount of stillness to have one land upon him. Maybe Bailey just had a gift with nature... He'd honestly believe it at this point.<br><br>The trio's detour at a wishing well was a bit of a surprise, and though he was quick to fish his own coin free to wish with, Bailey's offer and insistence to use hers was a kind gesture... But what could he wish for? There was so much he wanted in life... But it would have been selfish to focus on just his needs. There were two others with him... And damn it, they were going to be as happy as he was. Concentrating on his wish, he flipped the coin into the Well alongside the others before it was time to be on their way.<br><br><em>"No end to the fun on this trip."</em> Chris found himself thinking as he continued their drive... Next stop was their hotel, and what a trip there it had been. Between some yahoo causing an accident and leaving only one lane working, the choked traffic was real. Thankfully a little patience saw them getting to their hotel relatively on time and able to check in. They had two rooms to them, side by side with doors open to have much more space between them, though Chris potentially saw it as an opportunity for Angel to try and connect more with Bailey... However, whether anything happened or not, he would never know as he was one of the first to pass out in the middle of the night. His dreams were simple things, nothing beyond a few nerd-like occurences such as him meeting his television heroes or even finding himself in their universes. Although there was one dream that seemed to be him and two others that looked familiar... Though before he could ponder it and see who they were, he found himself waking up... To the next morning already? He sat up, rubbing the back of his head and yawning, before a familiar face strolled into the room a moment later, seemingly expectant. <br><br>"Morning, Bailey... Where's the fire?" He asked, noting she was fully dressed while he was... Still lacking pants under the covers. As much as he wanted to get up now, he wasn't sure if he was entirely comfortable with flashing his boxers to his friend. That would have been disrespectful... "Am I the last one awake?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Road Trip - AKA - Be careful what you wish for - jeflint Gardsorm and mayovagn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>30-08-2017, 02:28:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0e/20/3d/0e203dc9b3841bf7c87dc19adc0e288c.jpg)</div> Angel had spent the car ride wanting to strike up a conversation but between the mood everyone had and the joy his friend Bailey was having the Latino had decided it wasn’t worth it and so he smiled happily with every shutter click and every joke. Contributing with any information he had on the select fandoms that he loved. He didn’t have the love of Firefly that the others did but he was a fan of Castle and Jack of All Trades and sometimes when no one was in his room he would practice those one liners so that should he need to use them he’d have them prepared. So far it’d never happened and he was both sad and thankful he didn’t need to use them. He felt like he’d embarrass himself if he pulled off a line from Bruce Campbell or Nathan Fillion.<br><br>The trio had traveled across the state of New York through hills and modest forests. The scenery fascinating to the native of Columbia with its thick heavy jungles and humidity this was a landscape he’d not seen. He regulated himself to the campus and a few select spots close by. To be driving down the highway, well riding in the passenger seat or the back seat was both thrilling and enlightening. He was learning so much about the country as they drove. And at each pit stop he would stretch his legs and poke around in the gift shop or the area nearby. He ended up buying snacks for the three of them. They were supposed to be the type of snacks one had on long trips though after taking a bite he regretted the American cuisine. Still it was going to go into his journal at the end of the day.<br><br>At the border stop he had to explain patiently and with as flawless English as he could possess that he was traveling with his friends on a trip to see some stars and they weren’t going to be there very long. And then the process of getting an entry visa into the county. He had applied for the visa a while ago but it had taken time and finally he was given it. He was both happy and glad that they hadn’t taken his picture for the Visa. Happy because he’d shaven today to look his best, normally he tried to be a little scruffy, and sad because anyone could claim to be him if they stole this.<br><br>With the long wait in the car due to an accident Angel finally passed out, his lack of sleep leading up to the event finally catching up with him. He was roused by Bailey’s triumphant shout as they passed the jam. He gave Chris a look of surprise that the drive only responded with a shrug and kept driving all the way to the hotel. He couldn’t believe the size of the hotel as they pulled up to the front and began to unload their car. He helped carry the bags up the flight of stairs and presented his information for the keys. The Hispanic handed the copy to Bailey, with his heart leaping in his chest as he did so. And as they walked to the elevator bank he passed a key card to Chris. The floor they were staying on was up a bit higher than Angel would have liked but as they stepped into their rooms he let out a whistle at the view.<br><br>Looking to his bunk mate Angel tossed down his bag onto the bunk nearest the exit. It wasn’t that he wanted to get out earlier or anything it was just that he liked that one. It called to him and he wasn’t one to ignore his gut in situations such as this. Propping the door open so that Bailey could come and go the trio settled into an old discussion but a good one. If The Doctor had wandered across Firefly what would have happened. And that conversation had sparked a good long debate. The types he liked.<br><br>Finally though the trio settled into their beds and drifted off to sleep. With the computer programmer sleeping on top of his blankets curled on his side, arm across a pillow and using his arm as a pillow. His dream like always involved numbers and sequences and then broken up periodically by his friends. Perhaps not strangely enough after the talk with Chris in his dream both Angel and Bailey had gone for a walk and the dream had only gotten better and better as the two walked arm in arm and soon it was Angel looking up at his friend.<br><br>The alarm clock on his phone began to ping, demanding math questions to shut it up. He slowly turned onto his back and sighed, dressed in his boxers and his t-shirt from the last night. Stretching he got a little jolt as his chest dragged in the shirt. Sitting up he yawned and staggered to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him for privacy sake. With a grumble he reached down to pull out his member, realizing he didn’t have an erection for the first time in like forever. He seriously hoped he hadn’t done anything inappropriate in his dream. Looking at the front flap there was no signs he’d cum in the night. Perhaps he was just a little more tired than usual. He finished and checked himself in the mirror to see how bad his stubble was. Surprisingly it was very light. “Good, the new razors they work better,” he mused to himself.<br><br>He stepped back into the room to grab his clothing and shower quickly. Switching into his cosplay costume he stepped out right as his friend was coming through the door. “Si,” he teased as Chris slowly rose. The Hispanic man held his throat and coughed, he felt like he had a little tickle in his throat. And was it unseasonably warm in this room or was it just him? Of course he was wearing a doctor who trench coat and suit so that could have something to do with it. He hoped he looked a dashing figure dressed as his favorite character. Though if he had to be a bit honest the outfit felt a bit loose in the shoulders and snugger in the pants, it was probably too much good cooking was making him put on weight so low.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Road Trip - AKA - Be careful what you wish for - jeflint Gardsorm and mayovagn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>30-08-2017, 17:04:51</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/18/1d/d4/181dd4c654dd03d1d8eb5a424b56abc3--hair-fair-character-inspiration-female-redhead.jpg)</div><br>A glance up as Angel walked into the room and a small nod, "You know if you wear your costume to breakfast and you spill food down yourself you are going to be in a massive panic trying to clean up before we head to the con proper." She smiled, "Are you sure you don't want to change after breakfast?" She herself wasn't going to dress up until after eating for this very reason. Sure she was not known for being clumsy with her foot, but really, how many times did you say to yourself, 'this can't and won't happen' only for it to do just that? The Universe likes to teach us lessons it seems and some of those are kinda mean.<br><br>Turning back to Chris Bailey smiled, "The fire is the red head is hungry and food is necessary. If you are going to skip breakfast, well that's all well and good. I don't always eat it myself, but I am planning to be on my feet all day, so yeah, food. This is the mission." She nodded firmly. "The sooner we are up the sooner we can avail ourselves of whatever passes for morning scran in this neck of the woods."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Road Trip - AKA - Be careful what you wish for - jeflint Gardsorm and mayovagn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>05-09-2017, 03:00:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0e/20/3d/0e203dc9b3841bf7c87dc19adc0e288c.jpg)</div> He grinned seeing his friends in the room as he walked in. Stricking his best doctor who stance. He was tempted to retort that Bailey was incorrect that he wouldn't get anything on his precious costume but there was that panic in the back of his mind that if he ruined his only costume he would look silly in front of all these fans. And he couldn't have that. "Si, of course. You are, per norm, correct," he said with a gentle smile. He grabbed his suitcase and fixed out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Stepping back into the bathroom he disrobed, wincing at the tender spots on his chest as the fabric dragged across them. Gingerly he put his fingers to the pectoral muscle. He was never a hardcore athlete but he had a bit of a build. He was little more than a jogger and free weight lifter, in truth it was just so he could eat perhaps more than he should.<br><br>The muscle was tender and his nipple stood up from the attention. The entire area had a little ache as if he'd pulled a muscle and the more he concentrated on it the more he realized the other side had the same feeling as well. He made sure to note that so he could write that down in his journal but it didn't really trigger anything. He pulled on his t-shirt, just a simple fan shirt for the latest comic book movie, and his shorts. Marveling at the smooth looking face in the mirror he grinned. "Aiyah." He paused wondering where that word had come from. Still it wasn't that bad. He stepped out of the bedroom and moved to sit down. "Are we ready to go? Or Chris did you need to freshen?" As he sat down, his leg curled up under him on the seat.
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