Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)
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				Title: <strong>Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 03:39:17</strong>
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				<em>Let me start off with saying that I hate defining things. I prefer to live with the abstractions. With the feelings. When you start to put names to stuff like love, or happiness, or satisfaction, it cheapens the experience. And when you put names to things like loneliness, and sorrow, and rage . . . it makes it feel real. I definitely prefer the abstractions.</em><br><br>A crunch, and a roar. The sound of plastic slamming together with incredibly concussive force, and the sound of three-thousand pairs of hands clapping in unison. The hum of the gigantic stadium lights as they fed watery light down onto the field, and the pounding of exactly one-hundred and forty people currently standing in the stands, moving to either go to the bathroom or buy snacks. The whine of a out-of-tune trumpet as it played alongside the great cacophony that was the rest of the band playing "Louie Louie." And then, above all of that, the announcer, shouting into the microphone with such vigor that one might guess, by listening only to tone, that he was talking about some great natural disaster. <br><br>It was in times like there that Drew was grateful for the tiny pockets sewn into the inside of his band uniform. It was easy enough to&nbsp; keep a couple of Tylenol in there, for when the din became just a notch below deafening. <br><br>Some PE credit, this was. He'd done everything within his earthly power to get out of gym. Learned to play an instrument, at least well enough to be in the marching band. Had even made sure that it was an instrument that didn't actually march, so that he could sit on the sidelines. Good plan, aside from the fact that this meant he had to go to every single football game, and this to the same old songs meant to inspire "spirit" or what have you, and pretend like he gave a rats ass. <br><br>Oh well, at least it was almost over. There were only five seconds left on the clock, and their team was ahead by ten points. It was all over. They <em>did</em> have a pretty good team, he had to admit. Not that that meant anything to him. He turned, and began to gather up his equipment. It would take 15 minutes to load all of it back into the trailer that would then transport it back to the high school. Which would set him on the field at about the same time that all the parents and players began to flood over it, going back for a stray pair of symbols, or stick-bag. <br><br>What a way to spend a Friday night. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 21:42:28</strong>
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				It was magnificent.&nbsp; The burning in his lungs as he breathed each breath, the ache in his calves that said he'd played hard, the sweat that poured off his brow to run down his tanned cheek, the smell of fresh soil and grass exposed to the air as each foot dug in...it was magnificent.&nbsp; It made him feel alive, and there was no other place Jared would rather be than on that field right then.&nbsp; He ran hard and fast, looking over one shoulder as the spinning ball hurdled toward his form.&nbsp; With arms cradled, ready to catch the final throw.<br><br>It dove into his waiting arms as if it was seeking refuge from the throng of opposing players, and Jared held it close while putting as much steam into his drive forward as he could.&nbsp; The end zone was but only twenty yards away, and he was sure he could make it without any trouble.&nbsp; It didn't matter, really.&nbsp; They would win either way, but alls the sweeter in this game.&nbsp; He had already scored one touchdown for the team, and this would be his second if he could pull it off.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not bad for a junior.<br><br>Jared's feet carried him swiftly despite the ache in his muscles.&nbsp; It was the last sprint of desperation, perhaps akin to that of prey trying to put their last ounce of strength into escaping a predator.&nbsp; A dodge left from a grasping hand which glanced off his spandex clad thigh nearly ended his pursuit for glory, but he proved too quick.&nbsp; Only five yards to go, one step after the other, feet leaving the ground and finding it again in mere portions of a second.&nbsp; He crossed the line, his body slowing to a halt just before his hand, clutching the dirty and damp ball, threw it down in an act of victory before his lungs which still burned from the incessant exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide cried out a hearty yell.<br><br>"Wooooooooo!!!"&nbsp; Jared said, his own sound drowned out by the cheers of the crowd.<br><br>An hour later, he was stepping off the high school bus, his shoulder gear in one hand and his helmet in the other.&nbsp; Just in front, the school band was unloading their equipment from another bus, the plethora of instruments being carried in their dinged and weathered cases toward the storage room.&nbsp; Jared walked toward the side entrance of the high school field room.&nbsp; It was bigger than the name implied, separated into several sections, including storage, men's and women's locker rooms, offices, and bathrooms connected to each locker room.&nbsp; The dark haired boy stepped through the double doors of the locker room, ready to strip and shower.&nbsp; His body hurt and it was fatigued, but it was the best feeling in the world to him...aside from having his arm around Stephanie, the current sophomore he was 'dating.'&nbsp; At least that's what the facade was.&nbsp; He was no more dating her than any of the other guys.&nbsp; She was simply a piece of ass to get into once in a while, and he would go to the next best thing if given the chance.&nbsp; Typical jock behavior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 00:21:39</strong>
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				Drew Coeyman was not the kind of person that liked being put into leadership positions. In general, the less that self-sufficient that he was allowed to be, the happier he was. Being in charge of other people just complicated thing - put more responsibility onto him and meant that he would actually be expected to make an effort at something, once in a while. Oh, the horror. Unfortunately, he was a talented keyboard percussionist, and level-headed to a fault. When they'd told him that he would be a section leader, that level-headedness had come dangerously close to slipping. There wasn't a whole lot he could say in protest, however, and eventually he had given in.<br><br>Which meant that he had six freshman, three sophomores, and a few eighth-graders that he hadn't even bothered to count scurrying around under-foot, expecting instruction and validation for everything, and making his already sizable migraine just that much more pronounced. <br><br>"Hey Drew, can I just put this pair in with the others?"<br><br>"Hey Drew, can we wait til' Monday to unload the Marimba?"<br><br>"Hey Drew, the door's locked to the percussion cabinet!"<br><br>A sigh, and a deep inhalation of breath.<br><br>"No, those are quad sticks, they have their own bag."<br><br>"No, unload it now, the wood will warp if it gets too humid"<br><br>"Okay, hold on, I'll be right there."<br><br>- - - - <br><br>It was about 30 minutes before everything had been squared away, and he was ready to go home. He'd sent the rest of his section home early - both as a minor gesture of good will, and as a convenient way to get them out of his hair. He'd then spent the last five minutes straightening up, getting things where they needed to be, and generally just being anal retentive. Then he'd locked up, taken a moment to change out of his stuffy, unpleasant uniform, and was now in the process of walking out. <br><br>It wasn't that he was particularly tired. He hadn't truly exerted himself in any great, physical manner. But each step seemed to drag.&nbsp; &nbsp;The entrances to the band room and to the field room were parallel to each other, separated by a large, open walkway which led into the parking lot. He pulled out his cell phone, and checked it. Two missed calls, both from home. This was nothing new. His mother was a bit . . . odd. Any length of time where he didn't have contact with her tended to produce an incredible overreaction. He'd just gotten to ignore it.<br><br>As he walked out into the parking lot, unlocked his car door, and climbed inside, he wondered what he was going to fill the rest of the&nbsp; weekend with. When he turned the key, and nothing happened, he had his answer.<br><br><em>I'll be living at the school, foraging for food, and trying not to freeze to death. Great.</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 18:57:28</strong>
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				Jared stepped from the shower room.&nbsp; He grabbed a towel from the stack nearby to soak up the rivulets that ran down his bulky form.&nbsp; The healthy coating of dark brown hair was matted against his chest before he brought the white towel over it to dry that area.&nbsp; The young man continued drying as he walked toward his locker.&nbsp; Most of the guys had already left, and some were just leaving as he approached.&nbsp; He gave them a nod, and a slight 'Later!' before dropping the towel over the bench and sitting down.<br><br>The junior dressed in no great hurry, preferring to savor the last waning moments of his euphoric high from the game earlier.&nbsp; It was another victory for them, and what's more was that he had given one last touchdown as the clock counted down.&nbsp; It was icing on the cake, and he loved it.&nbsp; There was nothing like it, and Jared couldn't picture himself not playing at least some type of sport.<br><br>He stepped from the locker room a few minutes later in jeans and a plain blue tee, running fingers through his short damp hair.&nbsp; The boy fished keys from his pocket, sifting through them to find the key to his large F-150 truck.&nbsp; The parking lot was nearly barren with only a couple vehicles still parked.&nbsp; On his way by one particular car, he happened to notice that there was someone inside.&nbsp; He looked to be a student and having trouble with his car.<br><br>Jared was feeling a particular streak of charity in his current elated state, so he slowly walked over and knocked one knuckle on the driver's side window.&nbsp; "Having trouble?"&nbsp; He said in his deep voice.&nbsp; Puberty had hit him a bit earlier than some of his peers, so along with the flourish of hair on his body and growth in his muscles, his voice had already dropped an octave or two in the last few years.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 22:22:38</strong>
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				<em> . . . and then, when winter comes, I'll have fashioned a warm cloak out of Snicker's wrappers and squirrel fur. </em><br><br>Drew was sitting in the front seat, his eyes closed, his breathing even. He'd turned the key two more times, the first one as a confirmation, the second as an empty gesture. He knew what had happened. He'd left the headlights on when he'd came back from dinner. No more battery. He would have to call his mother to come pick him up, and that was more than he currently had the energy for. He just needed a moment to collect himself.<br><br>It wasn't that she was a bad mom. She wasn't. She packed him sandwiches, and told him how talented he was. (Regardless of whether he had any actual talent in the subject.) She was just . . . high-strung. Massively stressed from her job, and having to make ends meet. An argument was almost inevitable if the two of them were in the same room for longer than 30 minutes at a time. It didn't even really need to be about anything in particular.<br><br>Thank God for his Grandmother. After his father left, she had moved in with them - a small, fiery woman. She had worked in an automotive factory for most of her adult life, until it had shut down for the job to be outsourced. After that, she'd taken up working in a garage, as a mechanic. She was tightly built, and swore like a sailor. At the same point, she was a patient, good-natured woman. Having her in the house was an enormous relief. <br><br>A tap at the window.<br><br>He opened his eyes, and turned. Well. This was odd. He rolled down the window, his eyes a little wary. He knew who this was. Jared Something-Or-Other. It was hard not to know the face of the school's star football player. <br><br>"Yeah, um. Battery is dead. Must've left the lights on." <br><br>Under normal circumstance, he wouldn't have asked this guy for any favors. But if it meant avoiding a confrontation with his mother, then he could swallow his pride.<br><br>"Do you have any jumper cables?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 19:17:26</strong>
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				He raised a dark eyebrow at the problem.&nbsp; It sounded easy enough to fix.&nbsp; "Umm..let me check.&nbsp; My truck is right over there."&nbsp; Jared said while pointing two rows over to the large vehicle.&nbsp; "Be right back."&nbsp; He finished before walking off with his keys still in his hand.&nbsp; The boy wasn't sure if he had jumper cables or not.&nbsp; He's never had to use any even though he knew how in case of emergencies.<br><br>Upon reaching his vehicle, he slipped the key in the lock and turned it before pulling on the handle to gain entry.&nbsp; Slipping a sneaker onto the door frame, he climbed in and bent himself over the driver's seat to dig through the junk he had in his extended cab.&nbsp; Old school papers, practice schedules, empty fast food bags...no cables.&nbsp; "Shit."&nbsp; He said to himself before sighing.&nbsp; Jared sat rightly in the driver's seat before turning the key in the ignition to start up the truck.&nbsp; He backed out of the space he had parked in before driving the short distance over to where the dead car was located.<br><br>Jared slipped from the driver's to walk around to the side of the other boy's vehicle.&nbsp; "Uhh...sorry, dude.&nbsp; No cables."&nbsp; He said before a rather long moment of silence past between them.&nbsp; "Umm...I...could take you home if you want."&nbsp; The jock offered.&nbsp; He might as well.&nbsp; No sense in leaving the poor guy there in the parking lot with no help.&nbsp; The only other thing he might be doing would be calling up Stephanie to maybe hook up with her, but he could deal without that for tonight.<br><br>He hadn't seen the other boy around, or perhaps he never noticed him until now.&nbsp; It was likely to be the case.&nbsp; In his circle of friends, he never really noticed those outside of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 22:51:15</strong>
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				Drew was not in the habit of asking football players for help. Well, truth be told, he wasn't in the habit of asking <em>anyone</em> for help. Especially football players. Silly though it might be, he possessed a certain . .&nbsp; . irrational fear/unease around them. He liked to write this off as most of them being stupid jerks, and he just didn't have any need to be around them. But it was a little more than that. Broad shoulders, thick necks, goofy behavior, deep voices . . . if the thought wasn't so horrific, he might admit that he was attracted to a few of them. Maybe. If.<br><br>He leaned back in his seat, and waited. When Jared returned, the answer to the question of whether he had the cables painted all over his face, Drew exhaled softly, and pulled the key out of the ignition. He was on the verge of reaching for his cell phone, when the offer came. <br><br><em>Say no. Say no, roll up your window, lock the doors. Say no. Say no, you idiot. </em><br><br>"Um, sure."<br><br>He rolled up his window, and opened his door, grabbing any stray objects he might need between now and the next morning, and stepped out of the car. Jared could see that he was maybe half his size, all told. 5'9, and a little thinner. He shut the door behind him, locked it, and walked around. His hand stopped, for a second, as it reached for the handle, but it was only a momentary delay. <br><br><em>This is a very bad idea.</em><br><br>He climbed in, and settled into the seat, feeling dwarfed in the massive vehicle. He did his best to put as much space between himself and the other boy as possible. He especially avoided making eye contact. <br><br>"Um, Wolf Creek housing complex, on the north side of town. You know it?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 06:35:37</strong>
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				Jared gave a smile and stood straight again to turn back toward his truck.&nbsp; He walked around to the driver's side and climbed in just in time to see the other boy close his car door.&nbsp; He was shorter than Jared by more than a bit, but that wasn't a rarity given that the jock was around 6'4" tall.&nbsp; From what he could tell, the boy was on the smaller side of form as well, but again, it wasn't hard to be smaller than Jared as he weighed 250 which was mostly muscle though there was a small layer of padding atop to soften his definition some.<br><br>The other boy finally walked over and climbed into the truck which seemed to dwarf him once inside.&nbsp; Jared thought it was a little cute and gave him a slight smile before putting the truck in gear and backing out of the space.<br><br>"Umm...can't say I've heard of it, but I'll just get on the road towards that area and you can point me to it nearby...umm..."&nbsp; He said, realizing now that he hadn't introduced himself or even asked the other student's name.<br><br>"...I'm Jared, by the way..."&nbsp; He said while looking ahead and pulling up to the road.&nbsp; He checked to see if it was clear which was a formality more than anything as the road was pretty deserted.&nbsp; Jared then turned to Drew.&nbsp; "...what can I call you?"&nbsp; He asked with a hint of playfulness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 16:28:23</strong>
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				Drew didn't notice the smile, or the playfulness. He was a little bit busy being uncomfortable. He pulled his jacket a little tighter, fiddling with one of the buttons, a bit of a habit when he was uncomfortable. He felt the way that the entire truck seemed to shift when Jared climbed into it. Heavy. It stood to reason, of course, he <em>was</em> a big guy. He had a hard time placing his origins. Irish, maybe? German? Not that it really mattered. And Drew had never been so good at figuring things like that out, anyway. <br><br>"Yeah, should be fine, thanks." Then, without missing a beat. "I hope it's not too far out of the way."<br><br>It wasn't said particularly apologetically. Drew was a polite person, regardless of any deficiencies that he might have in terms of social ability. Even if he didn't like someone (or just assumed that he wouldn't like them, in the case of Jared) he would still be polite. Of course, when the other boy introduced himself, he almost had to stifle a chuckle. <br><br><em>As if everyone doesn't know who you are.</em><br><br>He held out a hand across the console. It was small, and a little softer than Jared's, but with the some of the callouses that came with a mild degree of heavy lifting. <br><br>"Drew Coeyman, nice to meet you. Drew is fine."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 20:52:13</strong>
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				The smaller male seemed nervous, or at least that's what Jared thought.&nbsp; He was busy staring at one button of his jacket while pulling it around him like some security blanket.&nbsp; He looked like he needed to loosen up a bit, but the jock hardly knew him well enough to say such a thing like that.&nbsp; His origins were, indeed, a combination of Irish and German with a smattering of other smaller influences thrown in.&nbsp; It was what probably gave him his size.&nbsp; He was tall and solidly built.&nbsp; If one would see him without his shirt on, he would likely be described as thick.&nbsp; He had a solid build with firm pec muscles though his abdomen was not as defined.&nbsp; Perhaps when he did flex those muscles they would be more visible, but when relaxed, his stomach was just a flat plateau of soft skin covering a small bit of fat over the solid muscles.<br><br>Jared chuckled under his breath.&nbsp; "Don't worry about it."&nbsp; He said, turning onto the road and bringing the engine up to a moderate rumble as he stepped on the gas.<br><br>The boy turned for a moment to take the smaller hand in his own.&nbsp; The fingers were a bit calloused.&nbsp; Jared had to respect that.&nbsp; Most of the other preps or bookworms that he observed didn't look like they had worked a day in their life, and while Jared technically didn't work either, he did help out his mother's business at the kennel.&nbsp; He enjoyed taking care of the dogs there with her, but now that school was back in session, he didn't get to do it as often as possible.<br><br>Jared shook Drew's hand and turned back to the road.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you, Drew.&nbsp; You see tonight's game?"&nbsp; The jock asked in an attempt to make idle conversation as well as stroke his own ego.&nbsp; The boy sometimes had a habit of doing so, but he tried not to make it annoying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 00:44:10</strong>
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				Drew had a pretty good idea of what the other boy's angle was. He was the big badass, the king jock, etc. Every who cared even the slightest about their high-school football reputation probably adored him, and surely aided in the near-perpetual praise that was heaped upon him. Unfortunately, Drew was not one of those people. He tended to purposefully go out of his way to <em>not</em> care about such things. Nothing against the sports themselves, it was just a matter of principle. Except for the fact that it wasn't about principle at all. <br><br>Drew was starting to possess a sneaking suspicion that he might be a colossal jerk-ass. Not in the push-people-down, give-kids-swirlies, bully kind of way. Not even in the unnecessary verbal abuse way. It was more subtle than that. <br><br>He felt like Holden Caulfield half the time. He hated Holden Caulfield. But he felt like him. Angry, hurt, and stupid. He tended to reject people out of him, without knowing them, and sometimes without knowing why he rejected them. He was starting to grow out of it, starting to come into himself better. But there were holdovers. He knew how stupid it was, how much he needed to get over himself. But it was still extremely difficult for him to admit a single thing positive about football, or anyone that played it. <br><br>Which made the fact that he was sitting here, in this truck, with this person, saying the things he was about to say, all the more strange, and unsettling.<br><br>"Yeah, I did. You guys slaughtered. You, especially." A pause. "I'm in the band, so I kind of have to see every game. It's been a good season, for your team."<br><br>He unbuttoned his jacket. <br><br>"Going to state most likely, right? Guess I know what I'll be doing for another months worth of Friday nights."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 18:56:53</strong>
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				Jared smiled as he brought the truck to a red light.&nbsp; He turned back to Drew.&nbsp; "Band, huh?&nbsp; Good that you guys come.&nbsp; Help the crowd and the team get hyped up, hmm?&nbsp; How's that going for ya?"&nbsp; He said, turning back to see the light turn green.<br><br>The jock shifted in his seat a bit, lounging slightly with his legs spread, one on the gas while the other just laid unmoving.&nbsp; His right hand held the wheel tightly as he maneuvered through the rather barren streets.&nbsp; There weren't many cars to be seen that night.&nbsp; He did notice that Drew seemed to loosen up some.&nbsp; At least he wasn't clutching his jacket like some damned security blanket.<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; That's our plan."&nbsp; He said with a glance and a smirk.&nbsp; The boy was quite proud of their accomplishments as a team thus far.&nbsp; A few more games and they'd be at the state finals.<br><br>"Something wrong with that?&nbsp; You act as if you don't like being out on a Friday night watching the game...cheering us on."&nbsp; Jared said.&nbsp; Of course, his view of the world was different.&nbsp; Being at a game and watching the action was perfect for him, and being a part of the action was even better.&nbsp; When that ball his his hands, he feels energized.&nbsp; It was indescribable at times.<br><br>The ride passed in silence for a few more minutes.&nbsp; Drew seemed quite content to sit and enjoy it.&nbsp; If he'd pressed himself any closer to the door, though, he might just push right through it.&nbsp; "I don't bite, you know...at least not unless asked..."&nbsp; Jared chuckled softly as he turned into Drew's part of town.&nbsp; "You'll have to direct me from here.&nbsp; I don't know this area well."&nbsp; The jock said, sitting up a bit to be more attentive to his driving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 19:07:24</strong>
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				Drew didn't reply to any of the questions. There was no real answer that he could give, save for lying. And he sure wasn't going to tell the truth. Jared had been perfectly nice to him, up until this point - giving him a ride, making small talk. While he didn't know if the jock was the type of guy to dump him on the side of the road if the conversation turned sour - and he wasn't willing to find out - he also didn't want to make an ass out of himself to the guy who'd gone out of his way to be nice. So he stayed quiet. <br><br><em>Especially</em> at the biting comment. He didn't know what that meant. So he wrote it off as weird jock humor. <br><br>"Sure, it's pretty easy, just take a left on Taggard," he said, pointing to the street. He would politely guide the other boy to his home, a fairly normal looking housing community - gated and everything. All the houses looked the same, save for minor variations. Drew wasn't a huge fan of living here, but felt like he didn't have the right to complain. It was the best that could be managed, and he was grateful for what he had. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 21:26:36</strong>
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				Jared maneuvered the truck down the street that Drew had pointed out.&nbsp; The other male seemed content to just sit there, giving slight directions when needed to get him to his house.&nbsp; He seemed antsy to get away from Jared, and the jock didn't like that.&nbsp; He wasn't trying to be an ass nor was he trying to drive the boy away, but he didn't want to make the situation worse by addressing it at that time.&nbsp; Drew might just want to be let off right here and walk the rest of the way, but Jared wouldn't allow it.&nbsp; He wanted to make sure the other boy got home, then he could get out and storm off or do whatever it was he was going to do.<br><br>Drew pointed to a house, and the jock slowly pulled up outside.&nbsp; Jared had barely turned over to Drew before he had the door open.&nbsp; "Hey hey, man!&nbsp; What's the rush?&nbsp; I mean, I know we just met, but you've been acting like you wanted to jump out the window since I opened my mouth."&nbsp; Drew was already out of the car, but he reluctantly turned back.&nbsp; It was then that Jared got a good glance at him.&nbsp; He was definitely not as big as the jock, but he seemed normal enough.&nbsp; Not fat, and in the dome light of the truck, his face was kinda cute.&nbsp; Jared had never really looked at other guys as far as attractiveness, really, but he was never opposed to it.&nbsp; There was simply enough pussy to go around that he never needed to look on the other side of the fence.&nbsp; Drew might be the first to make him consider looking.<br><br>They simply looked at each other for a moment, and Jared waited to see if Drew might speak up or just run off to leave him there in the truck with a rather confused look, scratching his head as to what happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 23:59:48</strong>
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				Drew was relieved when they pulled up outside of his house. He didn't find Jared repellant. And something about that scared him. He liked having villains. He liked when he could lump people into categories. Jocks = bullies. Cheerleaders = female bullies. No crossing over. They weren't supposed to do him any favors. The whole business just seemed to place a lump in his throat.&nbsp; When the truck actually stopped moving, he almost scrambled to get out of it. <br><br>But of course, the guy had to say something. The universe wouldn't let him just leave, and that be the end of it. <br><br>He turned, lips slightly pursed, a slightly confused look in his eyes. The same confused look that was currently in Jared's. They met, for a moment. And Drew kind of wanted to throw up.<br><br>The hand that had been reaching to shut the door behind him paused in mid-air, hanging there, almost like a statue. Yeah, definitely a throw-upy feeling. For a moment, his mind seemed to race, pondering every possible course of action that he could take at that moment. For reasons he himself couldn't fathom, his body choose to stop, before slowly pulling himself back up, into the cab, shutting the door behind him. <br><br><em>God damn it.</em><br><br>"Um, sorry. I, uh, . . . we don't really have much in common, y'know? And I didn't want to say anything to piss you off. I mean, you've been real nice to me. Thanks, by the way, for that. But I just . . . y'know, didn't figure there would be any point in saying much, different worlds and all."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 19:03:49</strong>
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				Jared raised an eyebrow at the response.&nbsp; What was this?&nbsp; Didn't want to piss him off?&nbsp; What was he, some kind of enraged ape that would get pissed off and punch someone for no good reason?<br><br>"Hmph...you're welcome.&nbsp; I guess I'll see you around then."&nbsp; Came the rather dry response from Jared.<br><br><em>Fucking bookworms.&nbsp; All the god-damn same.&nbsp; Sure, I don't always notice a lot of other people in school, but that doesn't make me some kind of elitist asshole, and I sure as shit am not some fucking jock meathead.</em><br><br>He gave Drew a nod as he stepped from the truck again.&nbsp; Jared wanted to peel off as soon as he was away, but he didn't want to give Drew's impression of him any truth.&nbsp; Instead, he sat and watched the boy walk toward the house.&nbsp; His eyes slowly roamed over the boy from head to toe, lingering on Drew's rear.&nbsp; For another guy, he was kinda cute.&nbsp; Jared's eyes followed him until he was safe inside.&nbsp; That was when he finally pulled away to drive himself home.<br><br>On the way to his own house, he sat in silence.&nbsp; He could still hear Drew's words in his mind.&nbsp; "Different worlds...hmph."&nbsp; He said softly to himself.<br><br>Jared also remember about Drew's car. Given that it was the weekend, he might not get a tow truck to get it out of the parking lot let alone get it fixed.&nbsp; He figured that it would be best to just pick Drew up on Monday.&nbsp; Show the little bastard he isn't some heartless brute.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 19:22:52</strong>
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				Drew felt some strange pressure sitting at the bottom of his stomach. He didn't care for this. Why was this making him feel like such a jerkass? Well, aside from the fact that he was a complete jerkass. But usually he didn't feel bad about it. He tapped a finger awkwardly on his thigh, eyes cast sidelong out the passenger-side window, before nodding. He reached out for the handle again, sliding out of the seat and to the ground. He gave Jared a glance over his shoulder. <br><br>"Yeah. See you."<br><br>He shut the door behind him, and began to walk up towards the house. He didn't turn around. The back of his neck felt hot, and he had the distinct feeling of being watched. Analyzed. This, too, was not his favorite feeling in the world. He opened the front door, and disappeared from sight. Thankfully, his mother had gone to bed already.<br><br>What Jared didn't know was that Drew's grandmother was a mechanic. So come Saturday, the two of them had already gone to pick up the car, and take it back. After all, it was only the battery that was dead. No real work needed. <br><br>Over the course of the weekend, Drew found himself replaying the event in his mind, over and over again. He didn't mention it to either his mother, or grandmother, but his distraction was obvious. <br><br>"Ah! Would you get your head out of the clouds, you almost cut your finger off!"<br><br>Drew muttered under his breath, shoving his bleeding finger into his mouth as he went to go get a bandage. Thinking about dumb jocks while cutting vegetables for dinner was, apparently, extremely dangerous. So he pushed the whole thing out of his mind. They'd probably never speak again, so what was the point?<br><br>Then Monday came. The car was in the garage, ready to be driven. Drew, in his jacket, back-pack slung over his shoulder, was dragging the dumpster to the curb, to be picked up. Same old, same old, for a Monday morning. Except for the fact that a familiar pick-up truck was pulling up.<br><br><em>Okay . . . clearly I have lost my mind.</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 19:44:52</strong>
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				The jock pulled up outside the familiar house just as Drew was pulling a plastic trash dumpster to the curb.&nbsp; The look on his face seemed to be one of despair and surprise.&nbsp; Jared understood it since the boy probably never expected to see him again.&nbsp; Even with the rather startled look, Drew's features still seemed as appealing as before.<br><br>The young man pulled the truck to a stop at the curb, rolling down the window on the passenger side to look Drew directly in the eyes before speaking.&nbsp; "I, uhh...thought you might need a ride since your car needed a fix..."&nbsp; He said before looking over the boy's shoulder to see the car in the garage.&nbsp; "...but maybe you don't after all.&nbsp; Hmm...sorry.&nbsp; I'll just go if you want."&nbsp; The jock said, feeling a little stupid now.<br><br>Jared turned back to look forward, debating on whether to wait for an answer or just pull off.&nbsp; He fiddled with his jacket, straightening it around his barrel chest before glancing back to Drew who seemed to stall for an answer.&nbsp; The jock was about to give up when he heard the boy's voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 20:05:27</strong>
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				"Actually, no, it's good that you came. See, I thought it was just that the battery had been run down, but it turns out that it's actually, uh, <em>busted</em> busted. So I gotta wait on getting a new battery for a day or two." He gestured over his shoulder, waving a hand passively. "This way I don't have to wait on my grandmother to drive me to school. So, uh, thanks."<br><br>It was all a lie. A horrible, horrible lie. But it was told seamlessly. Without his actually giving consent. He didn't know why he said it. Mostly the look on the other guy's face. Even after the fiasco that was the ride on Friday, he had still gone out of his way to do Drew a favor. <br><br><em>Why the fuck did he do that?</em><br><br>And there was the hurt, embarrassed look that he had now. That look you get when a good deed blows up in your face. It was a supremely unpleasant feeling. And for a guy that had gone as far out of his way and his social circle as Jared had, it hardly seemed fair.<br><br>"So, yeah. If you could give me a sec . . ." he gestured over his shoulder, "I'll be right back."<br><br>He walked briskly up the sidewalk to his house, opening the front door and poking his head inside. <br><br>"Hey Gram, I'm hitching a ride with a friend, today!"<br><br>His grandmother's voice, from the kitchen.<br><br>"Huh? Why?"<br><br>"The hell if I know."<br><br>"Oh . . . well, have fun."<br><br>He shut the door, and walked back down the sidewalk, briefly sizing the truck up, before gripping the handle and opening it, climbing into the cab, placing his hefty backpack in the floorboard. It was practically full-to-bursting with textbooks. College-level Algebra, Government DC, English IV DC. He gave an awkward sort of nod to Jared. <br><br>"Much obliged, man."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 22:01:05</strong>
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				"Uhh...sure.&nbsp; Okay."&nbsp; Jared said softly, feeling a little bit more comfortable with the fact that his attempt at being more than civil was not for nothing.&nbsp; He fiddled with the radio while waiting for Drew to return, not really listening to what was on each station, but rather passing the time instead of waiting idly.&nbsp; The jock looked over and out the passenger window to see the bow peeping his head into the front door, assuming that he was telling whoever inside that his unexpected ride was there.&nbsp; His deep green eyes once again took in the smaller form of the boy and how he stood on mostly one leg while leaning in the doorway.&nbsp; The backpack looked full and unsightly, obscuring the upper portion of his body, and the pants Drew wore did nothing to define his legs or rear which was one part that Jared enjoyed on a girl and apparently guy too.&nbsp; He found himself wondering what it looked like underneath the clothing or at least its shape and fullness.<br><br>He turned back to stare out the windshield when Drew closed the door and came walking back.&nbsp; The dark haired male glanced over and gave a slight nod in acknowledgment of the other boy's appreciation.&nbsp; Afterward, Jared pulled away from the house to head toward school.<br><br>The ride began just as the previous one had ended last night; in silence.&nbsp; &nbsp;The volume of the radio was low and did nothing to break the awkward nature of the moment.&nbsp; Turning it up would do no good either.&nbsp; The jock cleared his throat, debating on whether to initiate conversation or not, and before could stop himself, he had spoken without thinking.<br><br>"You use all the books in that bag?"&nbsp; He said.<br><br><em>Fuck!&nbsp; What a stupid question.&nbsp; Now you're going to look like more of a fucking jock meathead.&nbsp; Ugh!&nbsp; This is what I get for being nice.&nbsp; Not that I'm trying to get into the guy's pants, but it seemed a hell of a lot easier chatting up a girl.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 23:35:08</strong>
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				(Shit! I could swear that I posted a reply to this minutes after you did. It appears that the internet ate it. My apologies for the lateness.)<br><br><em>What a stupid question. Dumb jock meathead. Probably doesn't even read past a fifth grade level, idiot.</em><br><br>He paused, on that thought, coming out of the trance he had gone into, staring out the window at the small town, as they drove through it. School started early - it was only 7:30 now, thirty minutes before the both of them would be expected to be in class. It was still dim, the sun still in the process of rising, watery light just barely bleeding out over the tops of tress and roofs. He didn't want to think about Jared, that way. Not immediately after the guy had gone out of his way to be nice, and helpful. Which he still didn't quite understand. <br><br>He adjusted himself in his seat, no longer angling his body away, trying to make himself appear more open, more approachable. Nicer, in general. <br><br>"To be honest, not really. None of the classes are too tough - teachers just expect you to bring the books, y'know? What about you? Taking any difficult classes?"<br><br>Drew had never found school that challenging. His grades were mostly B's, his apathy tending to balance out his natural capacity for it. <br><br>He took that moment to look Jared over. Definitely not the clothing he would wear - jeans, athletic tee, letter-jacket over that. Definite jock-wear. But it suited Jared's bulky, powerful frame well enough. Still, he wondered what the other boy would look like in a nice sweater. Or in a suit. Then, realizing that he was wondering about such things, pushed the thoughts quickly from his mind, redirecting his eyes to the dashboard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 01:25:50</strong>
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				He kept his gaze on the road for the most part, only looking over when Drew moved, sitting a little straighter.&nbsp; That was a change from the previous night where he very nearly clawed at the door to get out when he dropped him off.&nbsp; The roads were rather calm that morning.&nbsp; No real traffic to worry about.&nbsp; The town wasn't that big anyway, but at that time of morning, people were on their way to work.&nbsp; It seemed they had been able to avoid most of it.<br><br>Jared glanced over to Drew again when he spoke.&nbsp; He sighed inwardly when the question was redirected back at him.&nbsp; Any of his classes would likely be child's play for Drew.&nbsp; All except his PE classes that was.&nbsp; Drew didn't look like the sort for something as physically intensive as weight lifting.<br><br>"Uhh...not really.&nbsp; All I have is English, Algebra, History, and Weights this semester."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; It was a little bit of a lie.&nbsp; Algebra was sort of a struggle sometimes.&nbsp; He did okay in English and History.&nbsp; Weight lifting was a cake walk compared to the others.&nbsp; He never mentioned any of that though since he didn't want to seem like a complete idiot for doing poorly in an algebra class that Drew could probably pass in his sleep.<br><br>They were about halfway to school by now, coming to stop at a light.&nbsp; Jared turned to look again at Drew again.&nbsp; Now that the backpack had been taken off, he could see more of the young man's shape.&nbsp; He wasn't too bad in build.&nbsp; Granted, he was nowhere near the size of Jared, but he wasn't particularly scrawny either.&nbsp; The jock could say that Drew was at least a little attractive now that he'd gotten a better look in daylight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 02:52:35</strong>
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				Drew wouldn't have look down on math struggles. English struggles he would have silently mocked, but he'd never had much of a mind for math. Granted, he was taking math two years beyond his grade-level, and doing pretty well, but that was more his capacity for memorization than any actual capacity for the material itself. And he'd nearly gotten a C in physics, which was just math that people called science to make themselves feel better. <br><br>"Mm. <em>Fun</em>," he said, stifling a yawn. He could practically feel the other boy's eyes on him. It was a strange feeling. Granted, he certainly wouldn't have figured that the other boy was appraising him in <em>that</em> way. If he had gotten that inkling, chances were he would have attempted to jump out the window, regardless of the current speed of the vehicle. The whole notion was just a notch about the bizarreness that he could tolerate. <br><br>He waited until they were actually within viewing distance of the school, before pressing the conversation forward. <br><br>"Sorry about Friday, by the way. You uh, looked kind of pissed. I know I probably came off as a total jerkass, as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 20:11:05</strong>
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				Maybe he misread the other boy's reaction, but it sounded less than enthusiastic.&nbsp; Jared let it pass though.&nbsp; He wished he knew why he was doing this, but something kept pushing him to prove a point.&nbsp; "Mmm."&nbsp; The jock simply grunted in response if only to acknowledge Drew's own response to his statement.&nbsp; Jared turned his attention back to the road for the majority of the ride after that.&nbsp; Silence spilled through the vehicle like a thick fog.&nbsp; It was uncomfortable, but he let it pass.<br><br>Drew spoke up just as the school building came into view.&nbsp; "Don't worry about it, and for future reference, if I were pissed, you'd know it."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; The jock didn't know why he expected any future contact with the other boy.&nbsp; He didn't seem to be interested in all in cultivating any kind of relationship with him.&nbsp; Jared didn't blame him.&nbsp; He didn't really see himself doing the same.&nbsp; This was all just to appease his conscience.<br><br>He pulled the truck into the parking lot to join the flow of other student vehicles that were filing down one of the many rows to park.&nbsp; The jock found a space near the school building and pulled in before taking the vehicle out of gear and killing the engine.&nbsp; He stared forward for a long moment before letting his hands slip from the wheel.&nbsp; Jared turned back to Drew then, and the boy, this time, didn't rush away though he couldn't tell if it was to avoid another moment like last night or he was actually being polite.&nbsp; "Uhh...you can meet me here after class and I'll drop you off, okay?"&nbsp; He simply said before rolling his broad shoulder and pushing his door open to slip out of the truck.<br><br>Jared grabbed his bag from the bed of the truck, slinging it over one shoulder and beginning to walk toward the school.<br><br><em>Fuck it.&nbsp; Like vinegar and oil.&nbsp; There's no point in me even trying, and I don't even know why I started to begin with.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 20:24:27</strong>
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				Drew slid out of the truck, slinging his massive backpack over his shoulders, visibly bending for a moment as if he'd forgotten how heavy it was, before straightening back out again, and shutting the door behind him. He heard Jared shut his own door, and begin to stalk toward the school, visibly affected. Drew pursed his lips, his fists clenching slightly. <br><br><em>What the fuck?</em><br><br>Why did he feel lousy? He'd tried to apologize. He wasn't that standoffish, was he? Sure, there had been the awkward silence, but that wasn't his fault. <br><br><em>Fuck this. There's no way I'm going to be the bad guy, here.</em><br><br>"Hey!" he called out, picking up the pace to catch up with Jared's wide stride. There was no one else in the parking lot, at the moment. No one to see them talking. That was good. He didn't want anyone to see this. It wasn't something that he often showed to people, and he sure as hell didn't want anyone to know that he's showed it to Jared of all people. <br><br>"Thanks. For doing this for me. If you need any help with school stuff, or anything, let me know."<br><br>And he smiled. Fully, genuinely. He'd always been a withdrawn person, even as a kid. He'd done everything he could to hide that smile, usually behind a scowl or a smirk, if he was in a good mood. It was the best possible olive branch that he could think of. Of course, there was no guarantee that Jared would appreciate it for what it was. If he didn't, Drew figured he could at least take personal solace in the fact that he pulled out all the stops in order to try and be a nice guy. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 23:35:00</strong>
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				He pretended like he didn't hear the other boy as if to ignore the fact that he would soon be next to him.&nbsp; Drew came running up a moment later.&nbsp; It was just the two of them in the parking lot now with a few minutes until the first bell rang.&nbsp; Jared didn't turn to look at him.&nbsp; Instead, he simply gave him a glance from the corner of his eye while continuing to move toward the front door.<br><br>He listened to the boy's words, however, and what he heard made him raise an eyebrow.&nbsp; Jared didn't let onto the fact that it was rather surprising for Drew to be saying something such as that.&nbsp; As the boy pointed out quite clearly before, their circles never really ran together, so this was probably setting a precedent.<br><br>"Mm, sure.&nbsp; No problem.&nbsp; I might do that."&nbsp; Jared murmured, making it sound rather dismissive.&nbsp; He, after all, couldn't come right out and say he would appreciate the other boy's help.&nbsp; Part of it was his macho side while the other was the irrational fear that his peers might look down on him.&nbsp; Perhaps he was like Drew in that respect.&nbsp; He didn't like it, but it seemed to be the norm.<br><br>When they reached the front door, Jared held onto the handle and then turned to Drew.&nbsp; "Well...I, uhh...gotta head to the gym.&nbsp; Weights first thing, ya know.&nbsp; See you later."&nbsp; The jock said before turning and heading into the building.&nbsp; He made a bee line straight for the east wing where the gym was located.&nbsp; Perhaps lifting weights would clear his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 02:18:23</strong>
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				Drew gave Jared a nod, his smile slowly slipping back into an awkward half-smile - pretty much the best he could muster under most situations. "Have fun with that. Don't break anything." With that, he gave a two-fingered salute, and they parted, him moving in the opposite direction of Jared, towards the cafeteria where he could get some last-minute homework done. He paused, turning to look over his shoulder at the other boy's retreating back. He found himself wondering idly how one got shoulders like that. Had to be genetic. There was no way someone could work out enough to make themselves that powerful, without a little help. <br><br>Then, once again, he caught himself thinking this, and promptly pushed it from his mind. <br><br>The thoughts, however, persisted. He thought of how Jared had responded to his offer for help. There had been the faintest of looks, behind the one that Jared had actually worn. He wondered what the other boy thought of his offer. Had it offended him? He didn't assume that Jared was an idiot. Well, tried not to, anyway. The other boy wasn't exactly the poster-child for brainy. But looks could be deceiving. Rather, the offer had been made as a genuine attempt at kindness. He hoped it came across as such. <br><br>He also thought of after school that day. He should do something. Something nice. His mind went over it back and forth, as the teacher's voice droned on in the background, completely washed out by much more pressing matters in his head. <br><br>- - - <br><br>Seven hours later, Drew was leaning against the passenger-side door of Jared's truck. The majority of the school, Jared included, were getting out at that time. Drew had gotten out an hour earlier - he had taken some classes at the local community college, insuring that he could have a light time of it, for his junior and senior years. He was reading a small, hardcover book - the dust jacket removed, making it hard to tell the book from any other. <br><br>He looked up, hearing Jared's heavy footfalls.<br><br>"Howdy, Sunshine. Good day?"<br><br>He smirked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 20:02:07</strong>
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				Upon entering the weight room which was deserted at the moment, the jock dropped his bag near the door and slipped off his jacket.&nbsp; Jared pulled off his shirt as well to reveal a chest which wasn't entirely sculpted but rather thick and solid.&nbsp; His pec muscles were prominent and it was clear that his abdomen was muscular but not chiseled.&nbsp; There was a small covering of fat to pad his muscle which gave his solid appearance.&nbsp; Atop his skin was a coating of short dark hair the same as that on his head.&nbsp; He tried to keep it neat and trimmed though he never shaved it as it was a pain when growing back.<br><br>The boy immediately found the weight bench.&nbsp; There was no need to adjust the weights as he was the last one to use it the day prior.&nbsp; He slid onto the bench, curling his fingers around the bar before lifting the bar off and beginning his workout.&nbsp; With each lift, his mind wandered, mostly to Drew.&nbsp; The little nerd had crawled into his mind and didn't seem to want to leave.&nbsp; His standoffish attitude and mockingly kind words weren't sitting well.&nbsp; He wasn't even sure that his offer was realistic or just a gesture to make him seem less of a jerk.&nbsp; Either way, the image of the young man kept wandering through his mind.&nbsp; Jared spent a full ten minutes lifting without noticing one of the coaches walk in.<br><br>"You know you shouldn't be doing that without a spot, Becker."&nbsp; The tall man said as he popped his head into the door.<br><br>Jared pushed the weight back up onto its rack and slowly sat up.&nbsp; "Yeah, sorry coach.&nbsp; Just had a lot on my mind."<br><br>"Hmm.&nbsp; I can tell.&nbsp; Don't be daydreaming all day.&nbsp; You still have another half an hour in here before your next class."&nbsp; He said before slipping back out to do whatever it was he needed to do.&nbsp; The man's last comment was probably made because a couple of times Jared had been found in the weight room long after his time there should have been over.&nbsp; Luckily, he had a good rep with the coaches so he didn't get written up for skipping.<br><br>The rest of the day went by with a little less time spent worrying about Drew.&nbsp; However, a low quiz grade in his algebra class made him begin to rethink the other boy's offer.<br><br>He made his way out to the parking lot with his bag slung over his shoulder.&nbsp; The jock only grunted in response to Drew's greeting, passing by him and unlocking the truck to slip inside.&nbsp; He wordlessly unlocked the passenger door to allow Drew to get in, and before the door even closed, Jared had started the truck and begun to back out.&nbsp; It was the thought of actually accepting Drew's proposal that got to him, but he couldn't figure out why it was bothering him so much.<br><br>"Hmph...you serious about that whole helping thing?"&nbsp; The jock asked without looking over at the boy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 22:30:36</strong>
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				Drew's smirk quickly slipped from his face, falling with into a puddle in the parking lot. Clearly, Jared wasn't in the mood to be messed with, at this point in time. And considering the big guy could probably throw him out of the truck without much effort, he decided to think better of it. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, and climbed into the truck, just as the world started to move beneath him. For a second, it was a scramble to keep his grip and pull himself up all the way. He shot Jared a dark look, but that too melted almost immediately upon setting his eyes on the boy.<br><br>His knuckles were white against the steering wheel.<br><br>The question came, and he had to take a moment to recall what the other boy was talking about. When he did, he felt a slight rush of validation, mixed with a twinge of guilt. He'd read the boy correctly, at least. Slowly, he nodded. <br><br>"Yeah, of course. Whatever you need." <br><br>He settled back in his seat.<br><br>"I was actually gonna say that I wanted to buy you a burger, as thanks for your help. If you want, we could head over there and go over what you need help with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 22:46:31</strong>
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				He'd just turned out of the parking lot when Drew began to answer.&nbsp; Jared didn't look over at him until the suggestion of the smaller male buying him a burger was spoken of.&nbsp; His jaw clenched at the thought of that.&nbsp; The last thing he needed was to be indebted to Drew, but going over what he needed to learn for algebra class might be a possibility.<br><br>"Nah.&nbsp; I'm not hungry."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; It was a lie.&nbsp; Jared was actually quite ravenous after school, but again, he couldn't see himself being bought a meal by Drew.&nbsp; "Umm...we could..uhh...go over my algebra though."&nbsp; The jock said, glancing over at Drew from the corner of his eye.<br><br>He visibly relaxed a little, lounging back in the seat a bit.&nbsp; The boy reached down and adjusted himself a bit.&nbsp; It was a habit of his, and he didn't think about doing it in front of anyone else.&nbsp; It's just what he did.&nbsp; Underwear never fit him properly.&nbsp; Even the jockstraps he used during football were a little uncomfortable, so he fixed the problem himself every now and then.<br><br>"So...where should we do this?"&nbsp; He asked while approaching a traffic light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 22:58:38</strong>
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				Drew shrugged, even more deflated now. Damn. Yet again, his trying to be nice fell flat on it's face. This was starting to become a might frustrating. Maybe he was just bad at being nice. Maybe it was just the difference between them manifesting itself, making sure that each individual gesture of kindness dissipated in the air before it could reach the other person. <br><br>"We can do it at my place." He considered appending that with "the homework." But that would imply that there was any actual innuendo with the previous statement. And there wasn't. Not at all. <br><br>He glanced over at Jared, and watched that hand drift down. His face turned beet red, and he turned to look out the window. <br><br><em>Distraction, distraction, say something for a fucking distraction.</em><br><br>"So, algebra, right? Not my strongest subject, but I didn't do that bad. I'm sure you just need some extra practice, anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 20:17:42</strong>
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				Jared glanced over out of the corner of his eye.&nbsp; He wanted to laugh at the comment, but he kept it to himself despite the humor he found in it.&nbsp; It was something he and his jock buddies would have found humorous, but he was not sure if Drew had meant it as a deliberate play on words or just happened to make it sound that way.<br><br>"Mm, alright."&nbsp; He said before maneuvering the truck into another lane to turn in the appropriate direction.<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; I sorta...got a bad grade on a quiz today.&nbsp; It kinda made me rethink your offer.&nbsp; If I let it slip anymore, it might make the couch bench me until I can bring it up."&nbsp; He said.<br><br>If only it were a matter of practice.&nbsp; He'd tried doing some of the problems again and again.&nbsp; The problem was, if he didn't know how to do them properly the first time, practicing was only going to continue teaching him how to do them wrong.<br><br>A few more minutes passed before they arrived at Drew's house.&nbsp; He pulled up outside and parked just in front on the side of the street.&nbsp; The rumble of the engine died with the turn of his key.&nbsp; Jared threw the door open and fell out onto his feet before slamming the metal door behind him and walking around back to the bed to grab his bag.&nbsp; They both walked to the door, and just as Drew grabbed for the storm door handle, a rather audible rumble came from behind him, muffled slightly by the layers of flesh and fabric.&nbsp; It was Jared's stomach.&nbsp; The jock blushed visibly as his prior deception had been easily found out.<br><br>"Uhh...so, where do you want to start?"&nbsp; He tried to come up with something to cover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 23:48:00</strong>
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				Drew understood. Chances were very, very poor that Jared would actually get benched - he was one of the best players that they had, and their school definitely worked <em>that</em> way. But it was in equal parts a matter of standards and pride - Jared was not a bad guy, and whether he actually believed he could be benched or not didn't matter - he wanted to improve. And that was good enough for Drew. <br><br>When they pulled up to his house, he briefly went over where his mother and grandmother would be. Mother - work. Obviously. Grandmother - work, most likely. Good. His grandmother might ask who this was, and the situation was far too bizarre for him to want to explain out. He didn't know how his mother would react. He never did, anymore.<br><br>As they walked up the small sidewalk, and he moved to unlock the door, that rumble sounded. It figured. He gave Jared a small, knowing look, before opening the door.<br><br>The house was roomy enough. It opened up into the living room, the kitchen visible through an arch opposite the front door, and a hallway extending farther into the house to the far left of that. It was modestly furnished - a slightly rustic, western theme - courtesy of his mother, who had once possessed a passion for "the Wild West" as she called it. <br><br>Drew gave an awkward sweep of the hand.<br><br>"Um, welcome to my home, I guess. If you want to throw your bag in my room, I can heat up some leftovers from last night. Enchiladas work for you?" <br><br>The hallway had two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a master bedroom at the far end, for his mother. The bedroom belonging to him was fairly obvious - the only one with the door open, for one, and the only one decorated with posters of Doctor Who, Hellboy, and Lord of the Rings, for the other. If pressed on it, he would argue that they were bygones from a previous phase of his life, and that he had no real passion for such nerdy properties. This would be, of course, a bold-faced lie. <br><br>It was also neat. Very neat. All of his clothes put into a clothes-hamper, all of his papers straight and orderly, and his bed made-up just as his mother would like - if his mother wasn't a manic-depressive far more concerned with herself, than her son's bed-making. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 21:57:43</strong>
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				He walked in just behind Drew, letting his eyes give a quick sweep of the inside.&nbsp; It did have quite a rustic, western feel, far from what he had at his own house.&nbsp; It wasn't bad, but markedly different.&nbsp; His own parents were well off and had a spacious house on the outskirts of town.&nbsp; It was nice, but Jared always thought that the ceilings were a little high and some of the items his mother had seemed to be drowned within the spacious nature of the dwelling.&nbsp; Other than that, it was home to him.<br><br>He gave a slight smile to the other boy as he was welcomed, and when the offer off food came, Jared blushed a bit but murmured.&nbsp; "Umm..yeah.&nbsp; That's fine."&nbsp; <br><br>He followed Drew back past a couple of doors which he assumed to be bedrooms.&nbsp; Only one door was open, and...Jared had to assume it was Drew's room.&nbsp; Taking only a short glance inside, he first saw the door had a few posters, namely of Doctor Who, Hellboy, and Lord of the Rings.&nbsp; He had heard of Doctor Who, but never seen it.&nbsp; Hellboy he had seen before, but Jared had missed out on the last two Lord of the Rings movies.&nbsp; He wasn't that into them, but the first was nice for what it was.<br><br>Inside, he found the room very clean, tidy, and organize.&nbsp; Either Drew's mom was a tyrant for a clean and well-organized house, or Drew was one very organized teen.&nbsp; Jared's room was not like that.&nbsp; It wasn't a pig sty, but he did have some clothes left on the floor, some papers littered his desk, and his bed was never made up.<br><br>"Nice room."&nbsp; Jared simply said before walking over to Drew's bed and sitting down on the edge.&nbsp; He dropped his bag at his feet and was content to remain there and stay out of the way.&nbsp; He was only there to study, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 22:13:40</strong>
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				Drew hadn't had anyone in his bedroom - not since he was 12, anyway. For a moment, he cursed himself for not taking down all the nerd crap. He didn't want to add to any negative impression Jared might have of him. Having the other boy in there, looking at his things, analyzing his space - it made him extremely flustered. With his face reddening, and lips drawn up nervously, he muttered a quick 'thanks', before ducking out of the room, towards the kitchen.<br><br>He was gone for about four minutes. Were Jared to look any further, he might find a sizable stack of drawing pads and journals stacked almost a foot and a half high on the opposite side of the bed. Or he might find all the academic awards that Drew had stashed in his closet - unable to throw them away, but not wanting to look at them.<br><br>When he returned, he had too plates of enchiladas. <br><br>"Sorry if they're too hot - I used a lot of jalapeno, this time." <br><br>They were chicken - fairly good, though obviously not as good as they would have been, fresh. Drew sat down at his desk, putting as wide a berth as was possible, between them. Though since the room was small, this wasn't much. Then, he reconsidered, getting up and sitting on the opposite side of the bed, from Jared. <br><br>"Maybe you should take the desk. It is your homework, after all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 22:42:40</strong>
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				While Jared did have curiosities as to what else Drew might have hidden in the rather neat and tidy living space, he held back from searching through anything.&nbsp; It wouldn't be good to have him come back and find the big jock rummaging around without rhyme or reason.&nbsp; Instead, he let his eyes wander.&nbsp; There were other posters on the wall of the same quality and genre of those on Drew's door.&nbsp; He spied the stack of drawing pads on the other side of the bed and pondered if Drew was an artist of some sort, and who knew what the other boy had hidden in his closet.&nbsp; If it were anything like Jared's, which he was willing to bet that it wasn't, he might find stacks of old comics.&nbsp; Jared used to be into them, but he felt the interest wane a few years ago.&nbsp; The door was never closed.&nbsp; There was old football equipment that no longer fit him piled on the floor.&nbsp; Dirty laundry spilled from it as if making it look like it had regurgitated the clothes.<br><br>He shifted on the bed a bit, turning back to look at the door as Drew walked back in with two plates.&nbsp; Luckily for Drew, Jared enjoyed spicy food.&nbsp; He accepted the plate with a murmured "Thanks," taking the fork and slowly beginning to devour the meal.&nbsp; As he ate, he spied Drew who sat at the desk only a few feet away.&nbsp; It appeared, however, that the boy changed his mind.<br><br>Jared glanced at him and began to protest.&nbsp; "Nah, you don't have to.&nbsp; I'm comfortable on your bed."&nbsp; The larger boy said in mid-chew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 00:13:57</strong>
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				Now, how does one respond to that? Good? No. No, good was definitely the wrong response. For a moment he simply sat there, like a deer in the headlight, sitting on the same bed as Jared. The jock's bulk weighed it down, made it slope to one side. There was literally a gravitational force pushing him towards the other boy. He sprung up, moving for the other chair.<br><br>"Okay."<br><br>Articulate. Very, very articulate. They ate in silence, with Drew occasionally glancing at Jared. Maybe the other boy was doing the same. Their eyes didn't meet, in any case. Drew that this must be the work of some benevolent diety. <br><br>"So, um, hope they're okay. I usually do most of the cooking around here, so I get a lot of practice in." <br><br>He tapped his foot. <br><br>"You probably have your mom cooking for you, huh?" A nervous chuck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 19:55:27</strong>
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				Jared had devoured the plate of food in their short bit of silence.&nbsp; He set the empty vessel aside on a bedside table before looking over to Drew who inquired to the quality of the meal.<br><br>"It was great, actually."&nbsp; The jock said.&nbsp; It was the truth.&nbsp; The heat of the peppers was still in his mouth and on his lips.&nbsp; It tingled slowly as the sensation faded.&nbsp; A sudden belch came from the jock who quickly covered his mouth and blushed deeply.<br><br>"Umm...excuse me.&nbsp; Heh."&nbsp; He said rather embarrassed.&nbsp; Nothing like reinforcing the stereotype of the typical meat head, neanderthal jock.&nbsp; He sighed inwardly before answering Drew's other question.<br><br>"Actually, my dad cooks a lot.&nbsp; It's not that my mother can't.&nbsp; My dad just works from home, and my mom comes home later.&nbsp; It's just easier for him to cook."&nbsp; He said with a nod and a half-smile.<br><br>"Umm...so, you wanna see what I have?"&nbsp; He said, looking at the other boy before reaching down to grab his bag which then made the statement clear to what he meant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 20:07:56</strong>
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				Drew was getting really tired of the innuendo his mind was forming. He decided at that point to push all of it out of his mind, bury it as far down as he could. He ate much slower than Jared did, but was happy to see that his food was appreciated. He didn't mind the belch. His grandmother had made sure that, despite his mother's great efforts, he hadn't grown up into some fae little wuss with delicate sensibilities. Instead, he gave the other boy a quirked eyebrow, and a smirk. <br><br>"Yeah, my mom comes home pretty late too." <br><br>He nodded, as Jared grabbed his backpack, picking up both of their plates. <br><br>"Yeah, just set out what you have on the desk. I'll go put these in the sink."<br><br>He went back to his kitchen, running some water over the plates, taking his time, before coming back. Jared had laid his homework out, and was currently sitting at the desk. Drew leaned over him, inspecting it. Pretty simple stuff, which was good for Drew, at least. The last thing he wanted to do was offer help and not be able to give it. From this angle, there was only about a half-inch or so of space separating them. He had purposefully left it there. He could smell the other boy's shampoo. The smell of his letterman jacket. Maybe the faintest hint of body odor.<br><br>"Yeah, alright. This isn't too bad." <br><br>He pointed at an problem that Jared had gotten wrong on the test. "Do this one for me. Step-by-step."<br><br>He watched carefully as Jared set to work, stopping him when he saw the boy's mistake. Over and over again. Problem after problem. Sometimes he would have to catch Jared. Sometime's Jared would catch himself. Always that space, though. Never touching. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 20:19:15</strong>
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				He nodded and pulled open his bag, grabbing his math book, notebook, pencil, and calculator.&nbsp; Jared moved to the desk, setting all the items down before sitting himself in the chair.&nbsp; The boy flipped open the book to the appropriate page and then found a clean sheet of paper in his notebook to start.&nbsp; It wasn't long before Drew returned to look over what homework he had.<br><br>They were quite close, a mere matter of inches away from each other.&nbsp; The jock could smell Drew.&nbsp; He smelled clean, a faint waft of soap and his own mild scent.&nbsp; Jared hadn't showered since that morning, and he'd worked out in the weight room since then.&nbsp; He never really showered at school unless there was a game or there was practice, so he didn't really notice the slight body musk he had worked up.&nbsp; It mingled with his shampoo scent to create a rather unknowingly alluring scent.&nbsp; Of course, Jared was oblivious to all of this.&nbsp; His attention was on the problem in front of him that Drew was currently pointing out.<br><br>He began the problem that Drew pointed at, starting at step one and moving down the line.&nbsp; He made mistakes here and there that Drew pointed out and showed him how to correct.&nbsp; Jared leaned his head on one arm while writing with the other.&nbsp; He caught his own mistake a couple of times, giving&nbsp; a sigh of frustration as he did.&nbsp; At one point, the boy shifted to get comfortable and brushed his shoulder firmly against Drew's chest, the scent of the large boy wafting up a bit stronger then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 20:27:25</strong>
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				It took a great force of will for Drew to not throw himself backwards, like he'd been shocked. Instead, he took a slow, small step back, re-establishing the distance between them. Distance was important. Very, very important. He couldn't begin to understand why, he just knew it to be a fact. In the hour that they spent that like, he got fairly good at anticipating Jared's movements, pulling back at just the right time. It was like a mission, for him. A weird, fairly neurotic mission. He worried about himself, sometimes. <br><br>Each time Jared sighed, obviously frustrated with himself, Drew would roll his eyes. <br><br>"Quit it. You're doing fine. Look, you're catching your own mistakes now. In an hour, you've already fixed most of your problems." <br><br>He raised a hand up and, hesitantly, moved to set it on Jared's shoulder, squeezing in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. He felt the strong muscles shift beneath his touch.<br><br>"You already knew most of this. It was just a matter of filling in a few blanks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 23:59:47</strong>
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				The jock sighed again, a soft groan coming afterward before he glanced up and over his shoulder at the other boy.&nbsp; "Yeah, I know.&nbsp; It's still a little frustrating, ya know?"&nbsp; He said before turning back to his work.<br><br>There was only a couple more problems before he was done.&nbsp; He brought his pencil back to the paper, and just as he began to write, he felt Drew's hand sit atop his shoulder, squeezing slightly.&nbsp; The larger boy looked over out of the corner of his eye to see the hand grasping his broad shoulder.&nbsp; Jared cleared his throat, bringing the hand that held the pencil up to brush his upper lip before continuing.<br><br>"Uhh...yeah.&nbsp; It seems I did.&nbsp; Thanks."&nbsp; Jared said with another quick glance.&nbsp; The boy shifted again, his shoulder moving under the jacket he wore.<br><br>After he'd finished the next problem, he set the pencil down and moved to grasp the front opening of his jacket.&nbsp; The boy pulled it off, revealing a plain white t-shirt that clung to his bulky form.&nbsp; Jared let the jacket slip to the floor in a heap before cracking his neck to one side and then picking up the pencil again to finish the rest of the problems.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 03:15:03</strong>
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				With the removal of the jacket, the smell of the other boy in the room seemed to become much more pronounced. It was not bad. It was just . . . there. And that was a little distressing. Because as far as Grant was concerned, the two should have been synonymous. He stayed where he was, hovering just above Jared's shoulder, and surreptitiously inhaled, as silent and as subtle as he could manage. Good God, what was he doing. Sniffing him like a creep. And more to the point, sniffing <em>him.</em> He backed off, for a moment, stepping back to stretch his own arms above his head, popping his joints. <br><br>"So, do you think you're getting the material now? I mean - will you need more tutoring after this? C-cause it's not a problem, I'm just curious." He tried to play it off as casually as possible. But the truth of the matter was that the longer he was around the other boy, the closer they got, the more uncomfortable he felt. It was this pressure in his gut. Something that he didn't quite understand, and wasn't keen on. <br><br>He could still feel the warmth on his hand. Through the jacket and the shirt, he'd felt it. It was like he dipped his hand in it, and it had clung to him. He rubbed his hands on his pants. <br><br>Part of him wanted to touch again.<br><br>"Is it, um, hot in here? Do you need me to turn the heater down?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 20:16:08</strong>
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				Jared was honestly oblivious to Drew's anxiety.&nbsp; He really concentrated on his own comfort and the problems in front of him.&nbsp; If the other boy was experiencing any kinds of discomfort from being near him, he didn't know.&nbsp; When the jock heard the familiar crack and pop of joints, he looked over to the other boy.<br><br>"I don't think I'm comfortable enough with just one go.&nbsp; I mean, it may just be you that has gotten me this far.&nbsp; I'll give it a whirl again, if you don't mind.&nbsp; I'd rather be safe than sorry."&nbsp; Jared said a slight smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth.<br><br>"Umm, maybe a little.&nbsp; I didn't really want to complain though."&nbsp; The larger boy said in response to Drew's next question.<br><br>He turned back to the paper before him, pencil in hand and ready.&nbsp; The jock began to scribble across the page, the final problem coming to form in his scratchy script.&nbsp; After that, his homework would be done, and perhaps he might go home or even hang out with Drew a bit if the other boy was cool with it.&nbsp; Jared didn't really just want to run out on him so quickly after the food and help.&nbsp; It seemed a bit rude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 01:46:14</strong>
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				Jared <em>thought</em> he was almost done. Funny story, that. At the confirmation that it was hot, Drew left the room to turn the air conditioning up. When he came back, he leaned over Jared's shoulder and looked over the final problem. His eyes quickly scanned over it, before he nodded. <br><br>"Right. Good job. Hold on a sec."<br><br>He want to his closet, opening the door just enough to reach in and grab something. Jared could see in just enough to notice that it, like the rest of the room, seemed exceptionally neat. Drew retrieved a thick binder full of papers, and began thumbing through it. After a minute of searching, he pulled out a sheet of paper, muttering a 'ah-hah'. He set it in front of Jared. It was a homework assignment from when he had been in the class himself - one that he'd never bothered to do. Another thirty or so problems, for Jared to do.<br><br>"Do as many of these as you can, tonight. I'll check them at the end." <br><br>He grabbed himself a chair, sitting down next to Jared to watch him work. At least, that's what he thought he'd be doing. After the fourth or so problem, though, he found himself nodding off. At the sixth, he was out like a light - sitting up, leaning against the wall, but still completely conked out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 18:38:51</strong>
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				Upon mentioning that it actually had been a little warm, Drew left Jared.&nbsp; The jock assumed he might go and adjust the air conditioning, and when the soft rush of air was heard entering the room from the vents, he knew that was what the other boy had gone to do.&nbsp; When he returned, a quick check of his problems so far ended with a smile as the smaller boy proclaimed that his work was finished and right.&nbsp; However, Drew turned away and moved over to the closed closet door.<br><br>Jared turned, leaning one beefy arm over the back of the chair as he watched the other boy grab something.&nbsp; It was a folder, and Drew seemed to be looking for something as he walked back over.&nbsp; What he pulled out of the folder was another set of problems.&nbsp; "Aww man!&nbsp; I gotta do these too?"&nbsp; The jock groaned.&nbsp; He wasn't one to blow off his homework, but he didn't really want to deal with extra assignments either.<br><br>He reluctantly nodded and picked up his pencil again to begin while Drew grabbed a seat.&nbsp; Jared was too busy to make his way through the list to notice Drew nodding off.&nbsp; When he reached problem 15, he turned over with a smile.&nbsp; "I think I'm gettin-"&nbsp; He began but stopped as he saw Drew laying asleep against the wall.&nbsp; For some reason, it made Jared smile.&nbsp; The jock quietly finished the problems and scribbled a "Thanks a lot.&nbsp; I hope they're right"&nbsp; at the bottom of the page.<br><br>Softly, the jock pushed out his chair and grabbed a folded blanket from Drew's bed.&nbsp; He laid it over the other boy and then grabbed his bag.&nbsp; With one last look at the sleeping young man, he left to go home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 02:03:06</strong>
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				"Suck it up, tough guy." he had yawned, at Jared's protest. Of course, then he was the one to go and fall asleep. When Jared lay the blanket over him, Drew cuddled up into it, still asleep. He looked peaceful - not nearly as tight-assed (in the bad way) as he did when awake.&nbsp; It was only about 10:00 pm - maybe the day had been longer than he'd thought. In any case, he didn't stir when Jared left. When his mother got home about an hour later, however, things were a different story. She stuck her head into his bedroom after loudly opening the front door.<br><br>"Hey, honey, sorry I'm home late, the office-"<br><br>She paused, then, as Drew jumped so hard that he fell out of his chair, the blanket sliding off of him, and landing beneath him on the floor. <br><br>" . . . why were you asleep against the wall?"<br><br>It took Drew a solid minute to recover. The last thing he'd remembered was Jared being there, and looking over his shoulder. He wondered how long he'd been asleep. Not too long, it didn't feel like. The room still kind of smelled like him. He picked himself up off the floor, rolling the blanket in a ball and tossing it on the bed, looking over the work that Jared had left (along with his note) while explaining to his mother the situation. At first, she had been angry at him that he'd let someone in their house and then hadn't kept tabs on him (in case he stole anything, of course) - but she was too tired from the overtime to really hold up an argument. <br><br>That night, when he was lying in bed, he thought of himself, asleep, and of Jared coming up and draping the blanket over him. Something about the image was just so . . . strange. He tried to push it from his mind. He was largely unsuccessful.<br><br>- - - <br><br>The next morning, he was waiting at the curb for Jared, backpack slung over his shoulder. He climbed into the cab of the truck, setting his backpack in the floorboard, before producing the work that Jared had done, seemingly out of nowhere. All green marks. <br><br>"Sorry, about last night. I know it must have been kind of weird, me falling asleep and all." He neglected to mention the blanket bit. "Anyway, it looks like you've got the basics down for the material. I'll try to find some more advanced material on the same subject, for tonight. If tonight is when you want to." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 00:58:25</strong>
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				Leaving Drew the way he did the previous evening didn't really register in his mind as odd or weird.&nbsp; Maybe he just didn't want to see it like that.&nbsp; For Jared, it was simply a matter of being a nice guy.&nbsp; The jock glanced over to Drew as he settled in the seat next to him, producing the paper from yesterday with no wrongs to be found upon it.&nbsp; Jared couldn't help but give a slight smile upon seeing that.<br><br>"Uhh, yeah, sure."&nbsp; The larger boy said before putting his foot on the gas and pulling away from Drew's house.<br><br>It was a silent ride once again, and Jared was getting a little antsy in the silence.<br><br>"Do you, uhh...wanna grab lunch?"&nbsp; The boy said quickly before thinking.&nbsp; <em>Where the hell did that come from?</em><br><br>"I mean...to grab some extra study time...you know...if I am getting it quickly then maybe a bit more practice will make sure I have it down."&nbsp; The jock added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 02:15:31</strong>
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				Jared tapped a finger on his thigh, staring off into space. He felt odd, today. He couldn't quite explain it. It was like something was different. While Jared still made him in no-small-part nervous, he felt like some of the weird distance between them had dissipated. He no longer felt like he had to guard himself quite as strongly. Maybe that was what one naturally felt, after inviting someone into one's home. He wouldn't know. At the question, his ears perked - though more from genuine interest, than any meaning drawn from the suggestion. Though he did find the clarification that came after it rather odd, and unnecessary. <br><br>"Yeah, should be fine. We can meet up in library," he smirked, glancing at Jared, "in case you're worried about being seen socializing with a nerd."<br><br>That was a joke. He'd actually made a joke, to Jared.<br><br>He settled back in his seat. Yes, something was definitely off. He felt lighter. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 19:13:36</strong>
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				Jared, of course, didn't catch the humor in the other boy's statement and simply passed if off as a simple phrase of concern though he was not so shallow as to hide away from his peers because of their differences.&nbsp; Not anymore, at least.&nbsp; "I don't mind.&nbsp; The library is probably better anyway given that it will be loud during lunch in the cafeteria."&nbsp; The jock said before rolling his shoulder slightly and tilting his neck to the side which elicited a rather audible popping sound.<br><br>His focus returned to the road, but his mind went elsewhere.&nbsp; He felt almost...comfortable with the smaller male next to him in the truck.&nbsp; The ride to school was almost too short because before he knew it, they were pulling into the parking lot once more.&nbsp; He brought the truck to a stop in one of the many spaces available before killing the engine.&nbsp; The vehicle was suddenly silent.&nbsp; Jared leaned back in his seat, giving an audible sigh before scratching his head and looking over at Drew.<br><br>"Uhh...see you at lunch then?"&nbsp; He spoke softly before pulling open his door and slipping from the truck as gracefully as his solidly built body would allow.&nbsp; His bag was slung over his shoulder after being grabbed from the rear of the truck, and soon he was on his way to the front doors of the school.&nbsp; However, it was not without a glance or two back to Drew who was walking up behind him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 21:03:06</strong>
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				As they pulled into the school parking lot, Drew found his eyes wandering in Jared's direction. The air felt tense. Electric. He couldn't explain it. But he could tell that Jared was feeling it to. He usually seemed to have a slouch to him - a rather laid back, calm way of sitting. Right now, though, he was sitting up straight. The thick, corded muscles in his neck and shoulders were tense, and he seemed to be facing straight ahead. The ride there had been made in comfortable silence, but now that silence had turned noxious. The boy sighed, and looked at him, their eyes making contact, before both of them at once looked away quickly. Drew reached down, and grasped the handle to the door.<br><br>"Yeah, see you then."<br><br>He opened it, and slid out, a much smoother motion for him than for Jared. He fell into step several paces behind the other boy, pretending not to notice when he'd turn around to look at him. His own step was confident. His body felt light, and his motions fluid. Today was a good day. He could feel it. <br><br>Or, perhaps, today would be a catastrophe, and the good vibes were a cruel karmic joke. Either or. <br><br>- - - -<br><br>Drew got to the library first, of course. He was sitting the back, in the part of the library that people that really need to concentrate go to. It was quiet, and still, and currently deserted - save for him. He was leaning back in his chair, his knees pressing against the edge of the table, propping up a book that he was reading. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 21:06:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After his first couple of classes of the day, Jared made his way towards the library.&nbsp; It was unfamiliar territory for him.&nbsp; He'd only ever been there on a need-to-go basis which was for the few times he had to do a paper, and even then, he didn't stray far from the help desk to get the librarians to show him where the right books were.&nbsp; The jock had never fully explored the large place.&nbsp; It was an oasis inside of the school building.&nbsp; He stepped inside with his bulky frame, and as the door shut, the noise of the lunch crowd died to nothing.&nbsp; A pin could drop in the room and he'd probably be able to hear it.<br><br>Jared swallowed hard, each hand grasping the straps of his backpack before venturing further into the room.&nbsp; The help desk was vacant at the moment, likely because there was no need for anyone to be there.&nbsp; All the students were busy eating their lunch, save himself and Drew who Jared knew was in there somewhere.&nbsp; He slowly stepped passed the long rows of shelves, his footsteps muddled to a dull nearly inaudible thud from the unappealing orange carpet.&nbsp; Jared reached the end of the shelves before turning down to walk deeper in.&nbsp; He was enclosed between the shelf and painted cinder block wall.&nbsp; The boy slowed as he approached the end of the shelf where he found a back area hidden away with a few tables and some small one seat cubicles.&nbsp; It was obviously where students studied in quiet.<br><br>The jock spotted Drew sitting in a chair at one of the tables.&nbsp; He looked comfortable with his knees pulled up and pressed into the edge of the table before him, his eyes focused on the book he had propped up.&nbsp; Apparently, Jared hadn't been spotted yet, so he stood there for a moment, partly obscured by the shelf.&nbsp; His eyes took in the smaller form of the other boy.&nbsp; He imagined him the other evening, how he fell asleep.&nbsp; His face seemed as peaceful then as it was now while reading.&nbsp; A moment longer passed before Jared stepped further in and cleared his throat.<br><br>"Umm...hi..."&nbsp; He said softly before walking around to the chair beside Drew.&nbsp; He pulled his backpack off, letting it fall to the table with a thud and his rear fell just as hard into the chair as he sat down.&nbsp; The jock looked over with a slight smirk.&nbsp; "What're you reading?"&nbsp; He asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 20:03:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The book was a hard-cover, a blue and gold dust jacket wrapped around it. When Jared announced his presence, Drew jumped slightly, immediately shutting the book and putting on the table - tensing up, before relaxing. That was a good sign. The fact that Jared's very presence no longer put him on pins and needles was definitely a step forward. He gave an awkward half-smile, scooting a little ways over in his chair, to give Jared's bulky frame more space. His hand came down, to rest on top of the book. <br><br>"'s called The Crack in the Roof. About this couple whose marriage is falling apart, and weird paranormal stuff starts happening. Feel good romp for the whole family." He gave an awkward half-smile. Already, the little space seemed to smell of Jared. Just like his room had. This time, he felt strangely comfortable with it. More so than he had. They made a quick exchange of small talk, before Jared pulled out a book and they set to work. <br><br>Something was different. Very different. It was hard to place. Even in the way that they were sitting, the space that had divided them seemed to have shrunken considerably. Drew had relaxed into his chair, and his thigh was now pressed against Jared's. Both of them were leaning in to look at the same problem, and their faces were in dangerous proximity to one another. For the briefest of seconds, Drew turned. And his eyes met Jared's. And for that second, nobody spoke. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 20:42:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The large jock let his eyes meet Drew's.&nbsp; The seconds passed in silence though they seemed like years.&nbsp; Then, a strange feeling crept into Jared's form.&nbsp; It began in his stomach and crept upward through his spine until it rested at the back of his neck.&nbsp; A feeling almost as if someone was pushing his head forward occurred to him.&nbsp; His lips tingled slightly as his eyes focused on the smaller male's lips, and he realized that whatever he was feeling...was telling him to kiss Drew.<br><br>Jared suddenly pulled back, turning back to the book.&nbsp; It seemed like ages since he'd seen it.&nbsp; He'd lost his place and forgotten what he was doing in the small instant that he had met eyes with Drew.<br><br>"Uhh...where...were we?"&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; His body was suddenly rigid.&nbsp; Jared was guarded and a little colder all of the sudden.&nbsp; In his mind was confusion rolled in a ball of unexplained excitement, and he had no idea what was happening to cause it nor how to deal with it.&nbsp; Kissing Drew was out of the question.&nbsp; It was unheard of.&nbsp; If word got out, his friends and most likely the school would shun him.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; He was simply helping to get Jared's grade up.&nbsp; That's all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 20:53:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two of them seemed to pull back and straighten in unison, both coming to their senses at the same time, second before falling over the edge. Drew clenched his jaw, wrapping his fingers around the edge of the table, his mouth immediately dry. It had felt like falling, when he'd looked into Drew's eyes. His heart was pounding in his chest, as he regained his footing on reality. Whatever that had been, whatever it had meant&nbsp; . . . he had to push it down. Push it as far down as he could possibly push it. Problem being, he didn't know how far that was, exactly. <br><br>When he returned to the book, it seemed to him that all of the letters were blurring together into some strange, alien language - completely indecipherable in his present state. "D-dunno, hold on." <br><br>In his over-eagerness to get them back on track, he shifted forward. Without meaning to, he ran the side of his thigh along Jared's much larger, jean-clad leg. His hand skating across the book brushed against Jared's, and froze there - warmth being exchanged between the side of Drew's hand, and the spot where it touched Drew's. His shoulders seemed to stiffen once more, and his breath slowing, almost inperceptible, as he slowly turned to look Jared in the eyes once more. As if he was being drawn back to them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:06:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a silent nod to Drew who began trying to find the place where they had left off.&nbsp; However, in doing so, the young man seemed to only complicate matters even more.&nbsp; Jared suddenly felt Drew's thigh rub against his own denim covered one, and to make things worse, Drew's hand crept over to where Jared's own laid half on the book.&nbsp; It was warm on his skin.<br><br>The jock looked over just as it happened, their eyes meeting once more.&nbsp; That feeling returned.&nbsp; Jared wanted to kiss the other boy.&nbsp; The want became need and it overwhelmed him.&nbsp; However, he panicked.<br><br>"Uhh...I gotta go!"&nbsp; He suddenly said, pulling away.&nbsp; The jock pulled the book from the table, closing it and tucking it under one arm in one quick motion.&nbsp; His other hand had already grabbed his pack and slung it over one shoulder as he quickly made a bee line for the library exit.&nbsp; His heart was pounding in his chest.&nbsp; It was just as intense as if he had been out on the field playing ball.<br><br>The young man pushed the library door open and fled toward one of the men's restrooms.&nbsp; He chose the farthest stall from the door, pushed it open and dropped his pack on the floor.&nbsp; His heavy frame then leaned back heavily on the back of the door as he began to catch his breath.<br><br>"What the hell..."&nbsp; He whispered to himself as he wiped his face with his hand and leaned his head back while closing his eyes for a long moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:16:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And where did that leave Drew? <br><br>The young man gave a long, pronounced sigh, before leaning back in his chair and covering his face with his hands. He could hear his own heartbeat, and he tried to calm himself, to figure out what the hell had just happened to him. Nothing made any sense. His hands were still shaking, and he could feel the warmth of the other boy's skin still tingling there, though it was quickly fading. He took in another long, deep breath. <br><br>He wasn't going to go back to class today. Not with his mind in this state. He tried to open the book he'd been reading, but came to the sudden realization that he didn't care about what was happening, and shut it. After waiting almost an hour, with no re-emergence of Jared, he decided to take a deep breath. He went for the band room. Some of the guys in charge of loading equipment had converted half the loading bay into a sort of secret lounge - with a ratty sofa, and an old TV hooked up to an Xbox. He stayed there the rest of the day, dreading what would come at the end of it. <br><br>After the final bell, Jared would find him leaning against his truck. Jared was still supposed to be his ride home. Drew did not meet his eyes. He wasn't going to make that mistake, again. He would do everything in his power, now, to climb into the truck silently, and to make the drive home go as smoothly without incident as possible. But the moment that Jared got within five feet of him, he felt his breath quicken a little bit, his hands clench, ever so slightly. Just being around the other boy made him uneasy, unsteady. He needed . .&nbsp; something. Though he couldn't place what. Which, of course, only made the ride that much more awkward. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:30:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He hadn't really thought about how Drew might have felt then.&nbsp; It was a selfish act to leave the young man alone with no explanation, but Jared needed to clear his head.&nbsp; Going to his classes was out of the question for the rest of the day.&nbsp; He probably wouldn't pay much attention if he went to them anyway.&nbsp; Instead, he spent the remainder of the school day in the school weight room.&nbsp; He exercised for a couple hours until the final bell rang, and with the annoying sound came a sinking feeling in the jock's stomach.<br><br>Drew would be expecting a ride home.<br><br>Jared pulled his jacket on and grabbed his bag.&nbsp; He'd worked up quite a sweat in his workout, but he wasn't really paying attention to that at the moment.&nbsp; He had to get through the ride home.&nbsp; Drew was waiting for him as expected, but their behavior toward each other was noticeably different.&nbsp; His eyes gave a lingering look to the young man's form while he was still far enough off, but as the jock drew closer, he averted his gaze.<br><br>He climbed into the driver's seat of the truck, unlocking the passenger door for Drew who climbed in silently.&nbsp; Without a word, he started the engine and pulled out of the parking space.&nbsp; They were on the road in no time with a thick silence filling the cab of the truck.&nbsp; Jared clenched his jaw as the feeling from before drew near again.&nbsp; He bit his lip and looked left, away from the other boy.&nbsp; It was all he could do to help stave off whatever he was feeling.<br><br>They soon pulled up outside of Drew's house, and as the boy opened the door, Jared finally looked over.&nbsp; He wavered for a moment, losing himself.<br><br>"Uhh...do...do you think we could finish where we left off...I mean...during lunch?"&nbsp; He said before thinking.<br><br>Jared quickly looked down, confusion on his face.&nbsp; His lips parted as his breaths quickened.&nbsp; <em>Why...you idiot!</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:39:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew paused, his foot mere inches from the ground, before looking back at Jared. The smaller man's face was . . . confused. Uncertain. His mind was racing. <em>What did that mean?</em> Slowly, he pulled back, shutting the door again, his hands coming to rest on his lap, as he stared straight forward, at the dash. What did it mean? What <em>could</em> it mean? His stomach clenched. A knot formed in his throat. He felt . . . a stirring feeling, at his groin. He was out of words, ideas, and he was quickly running out of time. So he went with instinct. <br><br>If the other boy had meant 'studying', this was going to get very bad. If he had meant . . .<br><br>And then Drew was leaning across the center console, his body moving of it's own accord, as one hand came to rest on Jared's broad shoulder, and the other came to hold his cheek softly, his face moving in - eyes closed, not wanting to see what Jared's reaction would be as he pressed their lips together. Far too terrified, in that moment, to want to know. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:49:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared watched in terror as Drew moved closer in the truck.&nbsp; The smaller male's hand made contact on one firm shoulder which sent a jolt of lightning through the jock's body, culminating in the slight stiffening in his jeans.&nbsp; Drew's other hand landed on his cheek, and Jared made an almost inaudible whimper.&nbsp; He knew at that point that there was no fighting it, and to prove that, he soon had Drew's lips firmly planted on his own.<br><br>He paused.&nbsp; Time felt like it stopped for a moment, but his heart was beating out of his chest.&nbsp; Then...it exploded...or felt like it at least.&nbsp; Something in him snapped.<br><br>The jock's arms suddenly wrapped tightly around Drew and he leaned forward, pushing the boy into a more reclining position across the seat.&nbsp; His lips parted as his tongue pushed out, wiggling against the smaller male's closed lips and begging for entry.&nbsp; When Drew allowed it, Jared pushed his tongue in to explore all that there was.&nbsp; A deep moan followed as his hands pulled back to the young man's front where his fingers roughly rubbed over Drew's cotton covered torso.<br><br>All thought was gone.&nbsp; Jared was working on pure instinct and emotion.&nbsp; The only thing on his mind at the moment was Drew and the fact that he had to have him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:58:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Neither of the two boys was a particularly elegant kisser. Jared in particular was a bit overly aggressive, and the kiss felt a little sloppy. Which, then, said something about the fire between the two of them, as neither of them seemed to even notice, far too wrapped up in each other. A news crew could have pulled up outside the truck and started taking pictures, and neither of them would have noticed - far too concerned with the warmth, the softness, the feel of the other against him. <br><br>Drew's hands had both slipped down to the back of Jared's thick neck, when the boy had re-adjusted them - placing himself in the more active, covering position. Now, though, they were moving upwards, to run through the jock's short, brown hair, feeling it play against his fingers as he parted his lips a little more, moving his tongue over Jared's to taste him as well. <br><br>And as quickly as it had come, it had gone. Not the fire. Not the need. But the bravery. Jared was sliding off of him, looking dumbstruck. He probably had a similar expression. It was like the world had come back. But changed. Different. So very, very different. <br><br>"That . . ." he said breathlessly, quietly, "was that . . . okay?" <br><br>It was a question he didn't have the answer for, but one that he felt needed to be voiced. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 22:10:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared was not only becoming more active, but he was enjoying the fact that Drew was doing so as well.&nbsp; It was much different than the young man usually was.&nbsp; It was he who had initiated the contact in the first place which still surprised the jock.&nbsp; As the larger male moved his tongue, so did Drew.&nbsp; Their methods were not graceful nor practiced, but it didn't matter, it seemed, to either of them.<br><br>The jock blinked a couple of times as the moment died to a lull.&nbsp; His willingness and need was still quite apparent, but Drew seemed to pull away for some reason.&nbsp; Jared took a long moment to comprehend the question before answering.<br><br>"Why...did you stop?"&nbsp; He asked, staring straight into Drew's eyes.<br><br>His mind got the better of him though.&nbsp; Jared pulled back and sat upright again.&nbsp; He grasped the steering wheel and stared out the front of truck.&nbsp; It was quite apparent that he enjoyed it though.&nbsp; He was still breathing hard and the sizable lump in his jeans had made itself quite apparent.&nbsp; The jock thought something was wrong though.<br><br>"I'm sorry.&nbsp; I'll leave now if you like."&nbsp; He said, though disappointment was clear in his voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 22:19:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," Drew muttered, still out of breath. He reached over and, hesitating for a second, placed his hand over Jared's on the steering wheel. "No. You don't . . . you don't have to go." Suddenly, he was very self-conscious. Every word that escaped for his lips felt heavy, like he was having to force them out, one by one. During their haste to make contact, Jared had reached down and folded the console up and back, returning the front of the truck to it's natural, bench-style seating. Drew slid a little closer to Jared, though he didn't have the bravado to press himself against Jared. <br><br>"I just . . . that was . . . unexpected." He gulped. "What . . . what do you think of me? Not long ago you didn't even know who I was. And you're . . . well, you're the big, straight football guy. This-" He shook his head. "This is just . . . confusing. Like Flash Thompson m-making out with Peter Parker." He paused. "Which I just realized is an incredibly geeky reference to make, that you probably won't get, and now I feel embarrassed."<br><br>He was stammering, his face red. Too many emotions, all of them boiling all at once. The hand that he had placed on Jared's tightened a little bit.<br><br>"I just . . . don't know what this means."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 22:36:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked over with a softer look, relief apparent now where disappointment once lurked.&nbsp; Jared watched as Drew slid closer in the truck, a welcome gesture.&nbsp; The jock listened and tried to understand.&nbsp; He really had no clear answer.<br><br>Jared shook his head slightly.&nbsp; "I...I don't know.&nbsp; I've been feeling it for a while.&nbsp; I mean, that I wanted to do this..."&nbsp; He wrapped a broad arm around Drew and pulled him the last couple of inches closer until his smaller frame was pressed firmly against Jared's much larger one.<br><br>"I can't explain it."&nbsp; He said as he held Drew firmly, his hand creeping down the boy's side to rest where his hip met his thigh.<br><br>"You're right.&nbsp; I don't get the reference.&nbsp; I don't know what this means either, but...I've stopped holding back for now."&nbsp; The jock said before leaning down and nuzzling Drew's neck.&nbsp; His mouth then opened to begin nibbling softly on the flesh.<br><br>"Stop me if you don't want to go further, Drew."&nbsp; He whispered to the young man.&nbsp; "I'll go as far as you will..."&nbsp; He continued.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 22:44:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Heat. And moisture. His neck arched slightly, as Jared nibbled at the sensitive skin there - eliciting a quiet whimper from the smaller boy. Being so close to Jared, feeling him around him, inhaling the scent of him and knowing that he was allowed to do so . . . it all felt incredible. But Drew was not one for being reckless. And his mind was not yet at ease. The second that he felt one of Jared's hands begin to play at his shirt, or god forbid his pants, he would pull back, biting his lip. <br><br>"I-I need to know something. Y-you didn't answer me . . . what is this? To you? I'm not . . . I'm not going to just fool around. I can't. If you . . . if you want me, then you have to want -all- of me." He bit his lower lip. God, what if the other boy took this poorly? What if what he'd just gotten, the boon that life had deemed fit to send his way, was about to be taken from him, just because he still clung to silly notions about love, and physicality. <br><br>"I . . . I'd say yes. If you asked me to . . . be your boyfriend. But I don't want to be just another conquest, or some experiment, or . . . anything like that."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 22:53:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared pulled back from Drew's neck.&nbsp; His expression had changed to one of more serious nature.&nbsp; It finally dawned on him what the other boy was getting at.&nbsp; He'd never had a boyfriend before.&nbsp; That wasn't the issue though.&nbsp; The jock didn't know if he could handle one.&nbsp; He didn't know if they could go on with something like that in school.&nbsp; He brought his other hand up to rub his face, a sigh following just after.<br><br>"It's not that I don't want to, but...what about school?&nbsp; If anyone there found out, it would become hell for you and I.&nbsp; I want to, Drew."&nbsp; He said before leaning in to gently smell the smaller male's hair.<br><br>"I like being around you."&nbsp; He followed softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:05:12</strong>
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				Drew nods softly. This was the time for him to be strong. Stalwart. He'd laid out the other boy's options, and he couldn't compromise on them. No matter how much he wanted Jared, he couldn't compromise on this. "I . . . y'know, school kind of sucks already for me? I don't have a whole lot of social pressure on me. If I came out . . . it would be a non-issue, with my friends. Sure, I'd have to deal with a little more shit . . . but it wouldn't be all that different." He inhaled. "So maybe it's easier for me to say this. Maybe I'm just being a big insensitive jerk . . . but I'm not afraid of being with you. Openly. "<br><br>He looked at Jared, and smiled softly. "You're . . . I really like being around you too. You're handsome, and nice, and you . . . you make me feel kind, I dunno, safe. But I . . . I'm not a big enough person, I'm not strong enough to be with someone whose afraid of <em>being</em> with me.I know that . . . that I probably shouldn't have kissed you, if I'm just going to spring this on you . . . y-you have every right to call me on my bullshit . . ." He shrugs. "But that's the way it is. Either we're together . . . or we're not."<br><br>He waited. His breath was catching in his chest. He was terrified of the answer, and he could feel himself on the verge of tearing up already. What was the jock supposed to say? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:15:59</strong>
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				Jared groaned inwardly.&nbsp; He didn't know if he could do it.&nbsp; Perhaps he was just used to having it easy all the time.&nbsp; Being a football jock had certain advantages, but to do something like this would almost assuredly make the rest of his high school career a living nightmare.&nbsp; He looked over at Drew.&nbsp; The boy's words were true, and Jared could respect them.&nbsp; His hands clenched against the steering wheel, and the other boy could probably feel it with the one hand that was currently placed over one of his own.<br><br>Every muscle seemed to be flexing at the moment in his body, and he seemed to stay like that for a long moment.&nbsp; However, he visibly relaxed.&nbsp; His hands fell from the steering wheel and his shoulders slumped along with his head.&nbsp; Jared's eyes closed, and the boy felt like crying.<br><br><em>What are you getting yourself into?</em><br><br>"Okay, Drew..."&nbsp; He simply said while hoping that the both of them could weather the storm that was coming.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:29:37</strong>
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				Drew looked up. It was a yes. He had not been expecting a yes. He could not have imagined a yes. It was more than he could have hoped for. Slowly, he reached up, and once again placed a soft hand on the burly jock's cheek, running his hand alongside the young man's face. <br><br>"Okay, then . . ." he said, the smallest amount of a smile twitching at the corner of his face. "We're . . . dating, then." The smile got a little bigger. "I'm dating the most handsome guy in school. The football star." And a little bigger. "Did I ever mention how handsome you are? Because it seems like it's worth reiterating." He couldn't help it. It was like some cork had been pulled inside him, and a great wave of happiness was flowing out, through him. And he was leaning up, to kiss Jared again - this time much more gently - a kiss born of affection, not of sexual desire. <br><br>All of his worries were melting away. He was pulling a little closer in, to Jared. <br><br>"Do you . . . want to come inside? I mean, to uh . . . not to . . . y'know, do it, or anything. Just to hang out . . . maybe get more comfortable."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:44:07</strong>
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				Jared mimicked some of Drew's happiness though the lingering feeling of dread sat in the back of his mind.&nbsp; It would not be all fun and games for him.&nbsp; Sure, he would enjoy the time he spent with Drew.&nbsp; It just came at a price.<br><br>The jock's smile broadened.&nbsp; Drew's enthusiasm was getting to him.&nbsp; "You're pretty hot yourself."&nbsp; He said just before they kissed, a bit gentler this time.&nbsp; Jared had to hold back from pushing the other boy down on the seat just then.&nbsp; Drew seemed to be a bit more in control of himself, but Jared had been turned on much like a switch.&nbsp; It was proving difficult to back down from that.<br><br>"Sure."&nbsp; He replied to the young man softly, letting his fingers dip underneath Drew's shirt to tickle at bare flesh.&nbsp; Jared wanted to subtly give the hint of how he felt at the moment.<br><br>He killed the engine of the truck and slid out the driver door, adjusting his jeans as his feet hit the ground.&nbsp; There was only so much he could do, however.&nbsp; Hopefully no one was home, so he wouldn't have to worry about it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:52:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As they walked up the short sidewalk to Drew's house, he felt his heart begin to race once more. He was inviting Jared into his home. As his boyfriend. And Jared hadn't exactly been subtle with regards to making his attentions known. Was he being a tease? Was he not fulfilling his end of the bargain? He knew for a fact that he wasn't ready for most things. Especially the 'main course.' But shouldn't he try and give something to Jared? Some way to show that he was just as serious as he was? <br><br>He felt Jared's hand settle on his hip, as he unlocked the door, causing him to jump slightly, and flush with pleasure. He liked when the jock touched him. That feeling of safeness almost seemed to double. As he shut the door behind them, and made for his room, his mind continued to race. Then, he settled on something. A compromise. Maybe. <br><br>As they moved back into his room, there was once more an uneasy tension in the air. This time, though, it was not from uncertainty, or fear. The tension was blatantly, aggressively sexual. He turned to face Jared, smiling nervously. That bulge was still very prominent,&nbsp; in the front of his jeans. He had a hard time pulling his eyes away from it. <br><br>"L-listen, I know how I said I wasn't ready for . . . y'know. And I'm not. But I don't want to just . . . y'know, leave you hanging. I-I'm still a little nervous about . . . taking off my clothes, or anything. But if you want . . . if you're ready .&nbsp; . I could help you out. With my hand."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 00:02:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed Drew back to his room.&nbsp; The house was silent save for their footsteps.&nbsp; It was only the second time he had been there, but he was returning as the other boy's boyfriend.&nbsp; Jared didn't know what to expect.&nbsp; He hoped for certain things, but he didn't really count on anything.&nbsp; When Drew turned around to face him, he looked rather nervous, and the fact that he stole glances down to the prominent bulge in the jock's jeans kind of made Jared feel a little bad.&nbsp; He didn't want Drew to feel he had to do anything.&nbsp; The jock damned his hormones as he listened to Drew's rather nervous statement.<br><br>The larger boy smiled slightly before slowly moving forward.&nbsp; He looked down at Drew.&nbsp; "I...I'm sorry.&nbsp; I don't mean to be like this.&nbsp; My body...well, I guess you could say it likes you.&nbsp; I don't say that to force anything on you.&nbsp; I'm fine if we don't do anything until we're both ready."<br><br>His arms wrapped around Drew and he leaned down to press his lips against the shorter male's again.&nbsp; It was a brief kiss, but he remained close, looking into the other boy's eyes with a grin.&nbsp; "I'm going to have you at some point though."&nbsp; His grin seemed reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat as he spoke each word.&nbsp; Of course he was only being facetious in his tone.&nbsp; His words were true though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 00:10:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew was smiling, when the kiss broke. He rested his head in the center of Jared's chest, and inhaled softly. God, that smell. The way that Jared looked in that t-shirt, letterman's jacket, and jeans. That bulge at his crotch. All of it was giving him some very, very strong urges. At the same point, his brain and his heart were giving him signals that were quite contradictory. This was a good compromise. It was something he could do. And he knew that Jared wanted it. He pulled back a bit, reaching down to take Jared's hands in his, gently guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. <br><br>"You already have me," he said, softly, before sitting down beside him. "Y'know, I never would have accepted your ride home, if I'd been thinking clearly. You were too popular, too intimidating. But . . . some part of me wanted you to talk to me. Acknowledge me. My, uh . . . my car has been working fine. Since that first morning. I just . . . I wanted to spend more time around you." Without calling attention to it, he was moving his hand to place it against the boy's hefty basket, squeezing it. "T-think of this as a way for me to repay you for the gas money." His grin was nervous, and uncertain, but he'd certainly come too far to back out now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 00:18:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared couldn't help but chuckle just slightly at his boyfriend's reply.&nbsp; He had been led over to the bed and sat down while listening to Drew speak.&nbsp; He could understand why he felt the way he did.&nbsp; Not many of his peers at school would have come up of their own volition to speak with him.&nbsp; Only his friends did that.&nbsp; Every other time it was he who initiated a conversation with someone.<br><br>His expression changed to one of slight surprise when he found out that Drew's car had been working fine the entire time.&nbsp; However, it quickly turned into another smile.&nbsp; "You sneaky little devil--auuugh!!"&nbsp; He said in reference to the other boy revealing this, but his words became twisted into a deep groan as he felt a hand squeeze the bulge at his groin firmly.&nbsp; Jared slowly looked down to see Drew's hand squeezing his member through his jeans and boxer briefs.&nbsp; It involuntarily throbbed in the other boy's hand, and as Jared looked back to the other boy, he cracked another smile though he was a bit distracted now.<br><br>"Don't do this...to repay me.&nbsp; Do it because you want to, Drew."&nbsp; Jared said before pulling off his jacket.<br><br>"Will your mom or grandmother be home soon?"&nbsp; He asked, making sure that they could be alone for what they were about to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 00:27:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Good lord, but was his boyfriend impressive. Even through the jeans, he could tell that the boy was packing some serious firepower. He smiled, inwardly, at the reaction that he got. Something about Jared . . . it made him feel great, when he was able to get that kind of reaction. "No," he said quickly, before momentarily releasing Jared to walk over and lock his door, just in case. "Should be a couple of hours." He smiled at Jared. "Though, I don't think this will take that long . . ." <br><br>He walked over, and sat down next to Jared again - now free of his jacket, his muscular arms exposed for Drew to trace his fingers over, wordlessly admiring his titan of a boyfriend. Carefully, he began to reach down, taking the button of Jared's jeans and expertly undoing it, leaving only the zipper. As he drew that down, he leaned in to kiss Jared again, first on the mouth, then on the neck, nuzzling into him, as the zipper was undone. With one hand, he parted the fabric of the jock's jeans, exposing what was underneath. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 00:37:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked on as Drew moved across the room to close and lock the door, his eyes firmly taking in the smaller frame of his new boyfriend, particularly his perfectly rounded rear.&nbsp; Jared's eyes turned up as Drew returned, their eyes meeting once more.&nbsp; With his jacket now shed, his arms were exposed, and the other boy seemed to take a liking to them.&nbsp; Drew traced his fingers over them, and Jared looked on with a smile, enjoying the attention that the other male gave to him.<br><br>Jared swallowed hard then as he felt the button of his jeans being tugged at and undone.&nbsp; He leaned back slightly to give better access for what Drew was doing.&nbsp; The jock took a glance downward to find fingers beginning to tug at his zipper, but the smaller boy captured his attention with a kiss.&nbsp; Jared let one hand cup the back of Drew's head as they slowly rubbed their tongues together in each others mouths.<br><br>The jock pulled back when he felt his jeans being pulled open.&nbsp; The two of them looked down in unison to see the large outline in Jared's boxer briefs.&nbsp; The head of his cock was trapped between his abdomen and the waistband of his underwear which was just slightly damp from both sweat and the drop or two of precum that he had begun to leak since their intense encounter in his truck.&nbsp; The large male took a deep breath and then looked up at Drew, waiting for what he would do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 00:45:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The first thing that hit Drew was the smell. And that certainly wasn't a bad thing. A big, powerful guy liked Jared - he tended to sweat. Tended to have a slightly more pronounced musk to him. And Drew found it intoxicating. From the look on Jared's face, he could tell that he had some small measure of insecurity about this. Drew decided to comfort him, making a show of obviously inhaling that scent, gently teasing at the waistband of Jared's underwear. <br><br>"You're . . . really big. Proportional, which is saying something, for you . . . it's almost unfair," he said with a smile, gently teasing Jared. "I've never . . . never done this, with someone else. So tell me if I'm doing something wrong." <br><br>With that, he was reaching down, and sliding his hand into Jared's boxer briefs, his hand settled tentatively, directly on Jared's bare flesh. It was hot, rubbery. And heavy. He inhaled again, the smell filling his nostrils and making him a little light-headed. He gave Jared's erect manhood a light squeeze. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 00:53:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared licked his lips and smiled, a little relieved that Drew didn't mind his natural musk.&nbsp; He tended to sweat a fair bit, especially given his school activities.&nbsp; The jock smiled when his boyfriend took note of his size.&nbsp; Drew was the only one of his lovers to ever take note in a favorable fashion.<br><br>He chuckled a little nervously.&nbsp; "Y-yeah.&nbsp; None of my girlfriends ever appreciated it.&nbsp; They would usually turn me down when it came to sex."&nbsp; He said, licking his lips again as he watched Drew.<br><br>"It's okay, Drew."&nbsp; He said, reaching a hand out to cup one of the boy's cheeks, rubbing his thumb over his lips momentarily.&nbsp; "Take your time...have fun.&nbsp; I've never really done this with another guy before, so it's sort of new for us both."<br><br>His anticipation mounted when he saw and felt Drew slide his hand into the warmth of his underwear.&nbsp; Jared gasped and bit his lip at the contact, a visible stir running through his shaft.&nbsp; Then came the squeeze which awarded Drew a deep moan from the boy on his bed.&nbsp; "Auuugh!&nbsp; D-Drew...you're doing it perfectly fine..."&nbsp; Jared said in reference to the other boy's earlier statement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 01:02:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That's right. This might be his first time doing something sexual with someone, but it certainly wasn't Jared's. It wasn't surprising, really, that Jared had gotten some before. In Drew's mind, <em>everyone</em> should have been attracted to this man: so strong, and sure, and desirable. It would have been a lie for him to claim that it didn't make him insecure, knowing that Jared had been with others. What if he didn't measure up? Still, Jared was allowing him access - was with <em>him</em> in that moment, and him alone. He had to do well. Had to show the other boy how much he wanted him. <br><br>Carefully, he pulled the jock's thick hammer out through the front of the briefs, exposing it to the rapidly-warming air of his bedroom. It was a handsome member, and quite heavy. He gave it a testing stroke. He liked the feel of it in his hands, the way he could feel it throbbing, aching for release. He leaned in to press his lips to Jared's, to part his lips for his boyfriend's tongue, as his wrapped his hand securely around the base and began to gently pump it up and down, up and down, at a slow, relaxed pace. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 01:14:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cool air of the room caressed his exposed member.&nbsp; His eyes were glued to it and the hand that was currently holding the shaft.&nbsp; Drew's hand gave a slow stroke, and Jared watched as the skin along it shifted under the boy's grasp.&nbsp; The head was mostly exposed in its hard state, his foreskin now only covering the edge of his head.&nbsp; Another drop of fluid appeared at the slit in response to the single stroke that the smaller boy gave to him.<br><br>Drew then leaned in for another kiss, and Jared eagerly followed suit.&nbsp; Their tongues danced once more, a moan or two being given back and forth, but Jared wanted their proximity to be a bit more intimate.&nbsp; He slowly pulled back, taking the other boy's bottom lip with him between his teeth before releasing it and licking his own lips.&nbsp; They tasted of Drew, a flavor he could get very used to.<br><br>"Hang on..."&nbsp; He said before scooting back on the bed.&nbsp; Jared laid back after pulling more of his legs onto the mattress.&nbsp; The jock then gently grabbed Drew by the hand and led him over to straddle his thick thighs.&nbsp; He sat up slightly and cupped Drew's cheek again.<br><br>"Now I can see your face better while you explore..."&nbsp; He smiled and leaned in for another kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 01:25:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew allowed Jared to adjust as he liked, until he was finally settled in this new, very intriguing position. He leaned in for the kiss, and wrapped his hand back around Jared's shaft. "Sounds fair," he said, after the kiss broke, before returning his attention to the task at hand. Jared's was the first uncircumcised penis he'd ever seen, and the site fascinated him. He brought his fingers up, to pull gently at the last bit still wrapped around the head. With his other hand, he was reaching back into the boxer-briefs, this time going a bit lower. His hands wrapped gently, very gently around Jared's hefty nutsack. These two, it seemed, were proportional - almost the size of chicken eggs, and heavy, like his member - tenderly, he guided them out of the underwear as well, so that the whole set of Jared's genitalia were exposed for his appraisal. He whistled softly. <br><br>"You . . . really did win the genetic lottery, huh?" He smiled at Jared. "Almost enough to make me feel painfully insecure." It was only a half-joke. He continued his languid stroking of his boyfriend's meat, feeling a bit of his precum run over his index finger, making it sticky. "You want me, right? This says that you do&nbsp; . . ." He gave Jared's cock a little squeeze. "Maybe you should tell me how you want me. What you want . . . what you want to do to me. Imagine me . . . all laid out for you, ready to do whatever you wanted . . ."<br><br>He was doing his best to talk dirty to Jared, as he stroked his member, knowing that the mental aspect was just as important as the physical stimulation. Still, he was quite nervous and insecure, so the tone came off a bit clumsy, and far too virginal. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 01:40:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Drew pulled at the tender flesh of his foreskin, Jared gasped rather audibly and his cock visibly twitched in his grasp.&nbsp; "Ahhh!&nbsp; I-it's sensitive there."&nbsp; He said breathily.&nbsp; The boy's other hand was on a different mission.&nbsp; His balls were being hefted out of his underwear now.&nbsp; Both his shaft and sack were now exposed for Drew.&nbsp; The jock simply gave a grin to his comment, but raised an eyebrow at the 'insecure' part.<br><br>"Insecure?&nbsp; How so?&nbsp; You've got nothing to be insecure about."&nbsp; He said before the sensation of having Drew's hand rubbing up and down his cock began to build.&nbsp; Jared closed his eyes for the moment to just enjoy the sensation, but Drew's words were rather surprising.<br><br>His eyes slowly opened, and he gazed into Drew's eyes gauging what the boy was saying.&nbsp; His boyfriend had a rather hidden side to him.&nbsp; The dirty talking was surprisingly arousing to him, so he decided to play along.<br><br>Jared slowly sat up fully, his hands snaking along Drew's thighs until they crept onto each rounded cheek of his rear.&nbsp; "I can imagine you, alright.&nbsp; I can tell you how I want you..."&nbsp; He said, his voice dropping a bit and his face drawing closer.&nbsp; Drew would feel Jared's breath caressing his cheek soon as he continued to speak.<br><br>"I like the position your in now, but...maybe you would be closer...about...here..."&nbsp; Jared said, motioning to where his dick was currently at.&nbsp; He gave Drew's rear a firm squeeze with the one hand he kept placed upon it.&nbsp; "I imagine you naked as you kneel on me, my larger body dwarfing yours.&nbsp; You like how big I am, hmm?&nbsp; That's good.&nbsp; I like the difference between us."&nbsp; He continued.<br><br>The one hand that was left on Drew's ass crept back around.&nbsp; It sneaked across the boy's thigh and cupped his groin firmly, feeling the hardness there.&nbsp; "I imagine while you sit on me...as I slide into you...your cock will be nice and hard.&nbsp; That's how I want you.&nbsp; Does that sound good, hmm?"&nbsp; He finished, leaning in to nip at Drew's chin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 01:51:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew kept up the stroking, working his hand a little faster, but steadily, never once breaking the flow of his stroking. He grins softly, murmuring words of encouragement as Jared played along, telling him how he wanted it. He certainly did paint an interesting picture, one that was only made more the vivid by the hands on his firm, round buttocks - touching him in a way he was not quite comfortable with yet, but repressed the urge to voice his discomfort. As Jared kissed him, he tightened his grip a bit, to match the increasing speed. <br><br>"Yeah . . . sounds good . . . I love how big you are. I . . . want to feel you dwarfing me, surrounding me . . . I want you to throw me under your arm, sometimes. To overpower me. To take charge." He couldn't believe he was admitting to this. For just a second, his stroking pace breaks, as he lets what he just said sink into both of them, before quickly taking control again. There was a weight on his stomach, and suddenly he'd lost a taste for dirty talk, at this time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 04:06:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared was taken aback by how openly Drew admitted to what he wanted.&nbsp; It was ironic in a way as the jock would enjoy doing those things but for very different reasons.&nbsp; Drew seemed to remain a bit more silent after admitting such things though.&nbsp; Perhaps they had gone a bit too far in their first encounter like this.&nbsp; Jared began to think it best that they not take too much longer.<br><br>"I would love to do those things with you...when the time is right."&nbsp; Jared simply said before pulling his hands back and resting each of them on one of Drew's bent legs.&nbsp; His stroking had stopped for a brief period as well, so the jock brought his thumb up to gently tickle at Drew's forearm.&nbsp; He gave a soft smile to the boy kneeling on him.&nbsp; "Please...don't stop here."&nbsp; He said in a heavy breath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 04:11:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew had been worried that Jared might see him as perverse, or strange, for voicing such thoughts aloud, so quickly. For allowing himself to get caught up in the moment. But that smile that he gave . . . it was cleansing. It made him feel warm, and safe. And yes, perhaps even cared for. He returned to stroking, his desire renewed. He was masturbating the other boy in earnest now, intent on pushing him towards orgasm. While his hand moved faster and faster, tighter and tighter on the shaft - his other moved down, to cup Jared's balls, rolling them around in his hand, testing their weight and the feel of them against him palm. <br><br>Carefully, having to do some creative bending of his arm, he leaned down to kiss the jock's chest, nuzzling against his t-shirt as his stroking became more and more insistent, the pulsing of the shaft becoming more intense, and more frequent in turn. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 16:07:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared lounged back on the bed, making deep, soft noises every now and then.&nbsp; His eyes became half lidded as he switched back and forth between Drew's face and the hands stroking his cock.&nbsp; When the other boy leaned forward, planting a kiss on his chest and nuzzling his shirt.&nbsp; Jared let one hand rest on the back of Drew's head.&nbsp; &nbsp;The jock gently began to pet his hair and hold him against the great expanse of his muscled torso.<br><br>He was nearing the edge though.&nbsp; Drew's hands were doing quite a number on him, and he knew that very soon he would be making a mess.<br><br>"Mm...D-Drew...I'm gonna...nn...you know...where?"&nbsp; He said in his broken sentence while tilting Drew's head up to look into his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 23:50:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew knew what he was saying, and smiled at him, still a bit, uncertain about whether or not he should have said what he did. He kept the pressure and the speed up and straightened, releasing Jared's balls, moved his left hand around and let it hover above Jared's cockhead, ready to catch his ejaculate in a cupped palm. "Go on," he said, softly, his eyes staring intently at Jared, wanting to watch his face as he reached the peak of his pleasure. Wanting to study it, and to memorize it, for his own private time in the future. <br><br>This was his boyfriend. And this was the first orgasm that he would give him, the first orgasm that he would give anyone. It was not the end of his virginity, but it still felt significant. He held his breath, as he felt Jared's cock twitch in his hand, knowing what came next, tensing up his hand to make sure that it was cupped securely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:03:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared's eyes clenched shut as he felt the first twitch of his orgasm approach.&nbsp; He let out a loud groan at first, his teeth gritting as his balls drew up close, ready to empty their contents into Drew's waiting hand.&nbsp; Suddenly, it happened.<br><br>"Nnnggghhh!!"&nbsp; He gave a loud groan, and the first heavy spurt of his semen spewed out and splattered all over Drew's cupped palm.&nbsp; That was only the beginning, however.&nbsp; Several more followed, each accompanied by a slighter groan from the larger boy.&nbsp; Each jet waned in strength, but after the few seconds it lasted, Drew's hand had overflown with the boy's thick fluid.&nbsp; Jared's eyes remained shut and he breathed quite hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly.&nbsp; It was possibly one of the best orgasms that anyone had ever given him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:08:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew grinned at Jared, moving his other hand away from the boy's member, and settling it beneath his first hand, to catch any of the droplets that might flow over. So big, handsome, well-endowed -and- he came buckets. This was quite a catch, he'd found. Quite a catch indeed. He leaned down, and kissed him on the cheek.<br><br>"Hold on. I'll get a towel." <br><br>He slid off the bed, and walked briskly for the bathroom. With his cleaner hand, he turned on the faucet, and washed the majority of the stuff away. However, he found his eyes drawn to the few droplets still on his right hand. A strange urge overtook him. One that he wouldn't tell Jared about, not just yet. But one that he found hard to resist. Slowly, he brought his palm up to his mouth, and flicked his tongue out - tasting some of his boyfriend's still-warm jism surreptitiously. Deciding that he enjoyed it very much, he swiped away another droplet with his tongue, before putting his hand under the water and grabbing a towel from the cabinet below. <br><br>He returned to his room, falling back onto the bed to rest his head on Jared's chest, handing him the towel. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:15:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He cracked one eye open when the slight kiss landed on his cheek, and he simply nodded to the other boy who fled the room with the rather large amount of his semen in hand.&nbsp; Jared simply fell back on the bed and rested while Drew went to fetch the towel, his member laying motionless against his lower abdomen, shrinking slightly in its spent state.<br><br>Drew returned, and Jared lifted his head slightly to see the other boy fall onto the bed and immediately use his chest as a pillow.&nbsp; Jared smiled and didn't mind at all.&nbsp; The jock took the towel and brought it to his cock.&nbsp; He wiped away any remaining drops of his ejaculate before balling the towel up and dropping it on the floor next to the bed.&nbsp; The boy tucked his dick away in his jeans and zipped them back up before lying back again.&nbsp; His large hand came to rest on the back of Drew's head, gently stroking the soft hair there.<br><br>"Thank you, Drew."&nbsp; He said softly and leaned in to plant a kiss on the boy's head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:22:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew's room smelled like Jared, now. Or more specifically, like Jared's lust. This was not a problem for him. Not a problem at all. He said, quietly, "Welcome," before closing his eyes and pressing his face against one of Jared's meaty pectoral muscles. Now that the sexual excitement had waned, it was all starting to feel unreal again. He knew that he wanted Jared. Wanted him bad. But he couldn't begin to imagine Jared wanting him, in turn. He imagined this all to be a bout of experimenting, a game. The notion scared him. <br><br>He pulled back, a bit, so that he could speak. <br><br>"Jared, are you . . . are you sure that you want to do this? That I'm worth it, to you, to go through with this?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:29:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was in the midst of gently rubbing Drew's head and neck when the boy pulled back and looked at him.&nbsp; Jared looked back, taking in the words he spoke.&nbsp; The questions he asked made sense, but Jared didn't think he had an answer at the moment.<br><br>"I don't know, Drew.&nbsp; I know that I like to be near you.&nbsp; I know I like spending time with you.&nbsp; I know I'm attracted to you.&nbsp; Is it worth it?&nbsp; I don't know, but I'm willing to give it a shot if you're willing to."&nbsp; He said trying to sound a little more sure of himself.<br><br>The boy turned onto his side and propped his head on one arm while looking at Drew.&nbsp; He cupped the boy's chin in his fingers and rubbed his thumb over Drew's bottom lip slightly.&nbsp; "Don't think that because I'm the 'star jock' that you're not good enough."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:35:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Jared's finger moving over his face, before shaking his head softly. He didn't want Jared to misunderstand him. This wasn't about about high school cliques, or popularity, or whatever else. He opened his eyes again, and this time he met Jared's, his gaze stalwart, and serious. "It's not because you're the 'star jock.' It's because you're <em>you</em>, that I don't think I'm . . ." <br><br>He bit his bottom lip, rolling over again. <br><br>"I'm willing. You know I'm willing." He slid his hand out, searching for one of Jared's, as he stared at the ceiling. "I'm just scared that you're going to give up a lot for me, and then just be disappointed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:44:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared frowned for a moment, taking Drew's hand in his own and giving it a squeeze.&nbsp; He turned to look at the other boy who now laid next to him, staring off into space.<br><br>"That's my decision to make, and I've made it.&nbsp; I'm not going to back out now.&nbsp; I may not be the smartest guy, but I know that what I'm doing...what we're doing, isn't easy.&nbsp; It's not going to be, but even if..."&nbsp; Jared paused for a moment.&nbsp; "...even if things get rough, I know I'll have you on the other side of it to make me feel better."&nbsp; He said, turning scoot closer to Drew.<br><br>His large arm crossed over the smaller boy's chest and hooked onto his side before pulling the boy back to put them both in the spooning position.&nbsp; Jared brought his nose to Drew's hair and inhaled softly while holding him.&nbsp; "I think what I'm going to give up, if anything, is worth the risk."&nbsp; He whispered softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:52:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew nodded. "Yeah. You <em>will</em> have me." He didn't know how to really reinforce this idea, but he wanted to give it voice. He would be loyal, and loving, to Jared. He would watch his back, and support him as best he could. Seeing the bulky boy smile made him feel light, and happy, and content. He wanted to do it more often. As often as possible. When Jared guided him up, and wrapped his body around him, he inhaled softly and pressed back. <br><br>"Did I mention how much I like your size?" he said, lazily, with a grin. "Cause it's pretty much the best." He laced his arms around, to settle them on top of the jock's thick ones that were currently holding him close. "In fact, I could name a number of things I like about you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:01:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared chuckled softly upon hearing the question and held Drew a little tighter with his arm.&nbsp; "I think you said something like that before."&nbsp; He felt Drew place both arms over his own, and another smile crept to his lips.<br><br>"Oh?&nbsp; Name them.&nbsp; I would love to hear..."&nbsp; He said softly, gently rubbing Drew's midsection with the thumb of the hand that held the smaller boy.&nbsp; He felt quite content at the moment.&nbsp; It wasn't just the afterglow of a rather intense orgasm, but he truly enjoyed holding his new boyfriend.&nbsp; That word was still a little foreign to him though.&nbsp; The thought in the back of his mind was how anyone he knew would react to finding out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:08:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew smiled. He was already nodding off, feeling so exceptionally comfortable and unworried at that moment, that thoughts of the next day were minimal, the time where he would have to expose his and Jared's new relationship seeming like it was years, decades away from where he was now. "Well, for starters, your smell. In your clothes, your jacket, surrounding you . . . it's comforting. The way you dress. Your smile. Your voice. You're nature. Imagining the way you look in your uniform. Imagining the way you look <em>out</em> of your uniform," he smiled, and his voice was getting quieter with each thing, as sleep reached up for him. Just an hour. Just one blessed hour like this, being held like this, by a man like Jared. <br><br>His hand squeezed Jared's, and he yawned. He was going to nod off in seconds, it was obvious. Whether Jared would let him or not, was another matter. After all, if he did, chances are he'd want Jared there with him, and they did not have all the time in the world. Of course, Jared might not be thinking along those lines at all. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:20:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew's list of traits he liked gave the jock an idea, but he wouldn't let Drew in on it just yet.&nbsp; His mind was far from thoughts of the next day.&nbsp; He didn't want to think about it, so he put it out of his mind for the time being.&nbsp; Jared noticed that the smaller male's voice was getting a little quieter as the list went on.&nbsp; He must be getting tired.&nbsp; The larger boy couldn't blame him.&nbsp; Jared was feeling a little tired as well.<br><br>He gave Drew's hand a squeeze back, and then the yawn came.&nbsp; It was peaceful in a way, and the jock didn't want to disturb it.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; It would work perfectly for his idea anyway.&nbsp; He waited until Drew was asleep, silently breathing in his arms.&nbsp; When he was sure that he wouldn't wake up, Jared slowly pulled his arm back and moved off the bed.&nbsp; He gently slipped Drew to the right position on the bed then grabbed his jacket.&nbsp; Jared laid it over Drew and then grabbed a light blanket that had been folded up nearby.&nbsp; He slipped it over the jacket, so if his mom came to check, she wouldn't question anything.&nbsp; Drew could tell her if he wanted, but Jared didn't want his boyfriend to be woken up and questioned about having the unfamiliar jacket on.&nbsp; At least let the boy wake up first.<br><br>Jared gently kissed Drew's forehead and left the house with a heavy feeling in his stomach.&nbsp; It was bittersweet.&nbsp; He had something that made him happy, but in having that, he was opening the door to a world of unpleasantness.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:30:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew's intention was to inform his family of the situation with Jared there. He had little doubt in his mind that his grandmother would be delighted - she'd always been a bit disappointed not to have a more traditionally masculine figure in the house with which to talk about traditionally masculine things, so have Jared around frequently would give his that outlet. His mother, most likely, would be nervous, but supportive. He really had very little to fear from coming out. He did not know what Jared's home life was like. He hoped it was pleasant and amiable, and would remain so. <br><br>He panicked, for the quickest of seconds, upon waking and finding Jared nowhere to be seen. Then he noticed the boy's jacket on himself, and wrapped his arms around it tenderly. This was a treasure - something he must keep safe, and secure - for him, only. Like Jared. He got up, folding it neatly on the back of his desk chair - went out to greet his mother and grandmother when they came home, ate a bite, and washed his face, before retiring for the night. He couldn't remember his dreams the next morning, but he was willing to bet that they related to Jared.<br><br>----<br><br>The next morning, he was feeling refreshed. Energized. And terrified. He knew that Jared would come pick him up this morning, car or no car. On the way there, they could talk about how they wanted to do this. If they wanted to control the way that the news spread, or simply allow things to go naturally. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 22:55:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared returned home that night both elated and anxious.&nbsp; One thing he hadn't considered was how his parents might react to the situation.&nbsp; His father was a real man's man, as the saying goes.&nbsp; He was thrilled when Jared went out for football and proud when the boy made the team.&nbsp; The man seemed to take joy in knowing his boy was an accomplished athlete.&nbsp; His mother just took things as they went, showing neither positive or negative reactions to his goals and achievements.&nbsp; She seemed very much like the traditional house wife.&nbsp; After all, she didn't work.&nbsp; His father was the sole bread winner, and Jared was the only child.<br><br>He decided to hold off on telling them for now, so he made his presence known before climbing the stairs to his room and turning in for the night.<br><br>----<br><br>Jared pulled up in front of Drew's house the following morning, ready to pick him up as usual.&nbsp; When the smaller boy climbed into the truck, Jared smiled and leaned over to kiss Drew gently.&nbsp; "Morning."&nbsp; He said just after with a grin.&nbsp; However, beneath his expression was a growing feeling of dread.&nbsp; He wondered just how things would change when people found out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 23:18:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew felt a little jolt of confidence and elation pass through him, when he saw Jared's truck round the corner. He was wearing the boy's letterman jacket, and it looked ridiculously large on him. As he'd been leaving the house that morning, his grandmother had noticed, and said nothing. He hadn't made any effort to explain. There would be time enough for formal introductions later. He climbed into the truck, and returned the kiss, his hand coming up to cup Jared's cheek affectionately, before settling into his seat. "Morning," he said, shutting the door and putting his bag in the floorboard.<br><br>They two of them made small-talk for a bit, Drew giving voice to the fear he'd had when Jared had been gone the night before, and Jared assuaging him in turn. After a minute of driving, Drew got a little quieter. "So, how should we do this?" Then, reconsidering. "How do <em>you</em> want to do this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 21:02:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The question hit him like a punch to the stomach, and Jared suddenly felt a little nauseous.&nbsp; He couldn't avoid it though.&nbsp; No matter how bed he thought it might be, he had Drew raise his spirits.<br><br>"Umm...I...don't know.&nbsp; I'd rather not be too conspicuous while at school.&nbsp; I'd still eat lunch with you.&nbsp; I'll still drive you too and from school."&nbsp; He said before giving a pause.<br><br>"I guess...if anyone asks...I'll tell them the truth."&nbsp; He said with a little more confidence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 21:11:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew watched Jared, carefully, when he responded. He saw the other boy shift visibly, and go a little bit pale. He felt a small wave of affection run through him, and he promptly reached over, to place a hand on the back of Jared's hand on the steering wheel. , gently stroking a thumb over the back of his large, rough knuckles. <br><br>"I agree," he said, firmly. "No reason to act any different, or make a show." He smiled. "If I was dating you as some sort of 'statement', maybe there would be." The smile turned into a grin. "Not sure what that statement would be, though. What do you think?" It was obvious that he had a few ideas himself, but he didn't quite know Jared well enough yet to know how far to take a joke, or what sentiments he might not appreciate, even in jest. <br><br>"I will too. Nothing but the truth. And if they don't care for that." He stuck his tongue out from between his teeth. "My boyfriend could probably beat them up."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 04:51:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch to his hand was more than welcome.&nbsp; It visibly calmed the jock.&nbsp; Jared's eyes gave a slight glance over to Drew, a smile crossing his lips before he returned his attention to the road.&nbsp; He chuckled slightly.<br><br>"That you like big guys?"&nbsp; Jared said with a rather toothy grin in response to the other boy's statement.<br><br>He listened to Drew and nodded in agreement.<br><br>"Probably.&nbsp; I <em>am</em> the star player, after all."&nbsp; Jared said, winking over to his boyfriend.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:05:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew stuck his tongue out at Jared. "I've seen bigger," he teased, before leaning back in the seat, keeping his hand where it was. They both knew it was a brazen lie. When they got to school, he leaned over to Jared, and kissed him full on the mouth - first looking around to make sure that no one was watching. "For courage," he said softly, before sliding over the seat, and out the door - hefting his bag over his shoulder and waiting for the other boy to walk around the front of the vehicle, so that the two of them could walk in the direction of the school building.&nbsp; He had to resist the urge to take Jared's hand, and it was a good thing he did. Nobody paid them any mind - it was odd for the two of them to be associating, but not so odd as to create speculation.<br><br>They parted, as the day began, and there was no great incident until lunch - when Jared forsook his usual table with the other jocks, to go sit with Drew at his own table. Clarissa - the semi-attractive drama student that Drew usually shared his lunch with bristled when Jared sat down, and quickly made an excuse for somewhere she had to be, before tottering off. <br><br>"I don't think she likes you," Drew said with a grin, reaching down to pop a fry into his mouth. "I can see where she'd be intimidated." He glanced over Jared's shoulder. Some of the guys at Jared's old table were giving them strange, inquisitive look. He decided not to mention it to Jared. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 16:28:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The jock couldn't hold back a chuckle.&nbsp; The statement was a rather obvious lie, but Jared knew that the other boy only meant it in jest.&nbsp; It also just gave the large male a reason to show Drew just how big he was.&nbsp; In the parking lot of the school, they shared a kiss which the young football player eagerly enjoyed.&nbsp; His hand cupped Drew's cheek as their lips met, and afterward, he gave the other boy a smile.&nbsp; "Thanks."&nbsp; He simply said before slipping out of the truck as well.<br><br>Jared grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder like it weighed nothing because for him, it didn't.&nbsp; The jock gave a wave to Drew as they parted to head to their separate classes until lunch when they would meet again.<br><br>The young man appeared at Drew's table, his lunch tray in hand.&nbsp; The young girl at Drew's table glared at him and almost hissed in displeasure before she scurried off.&nbsp; Jared hadn't even done anything to cause that.&nbsp; It seemed his mere presence was wanted by her, but he was there for Drew.<br><br>After she had left, the jock slipped into a chair near Drew, letting his bag down and placing his tray upon the table.&nbsp; "Ya think?"&nbsp; He said in response to Drew.&nbsp; After a few moments of eating his food, he looked up at Drew.&nbsp; "So...you wanna...hang out after school today?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 18:47:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew smiled, and leaned back in his chair. "I think I could get behind that idea."&nbsp; He picked at his food, and glanced over in the direction of Jared's friends, his lips pursing slightly. "What about practice? Don't you have to go after school?" It wasn't that he was uncertain, or afraid of making their relationship known. But he wanted to take things slow, and he certainly didn't want Jared to mess up any other aspects of his life, just to appease him. <br><br>Of course, that was his concerned, intelligent boyfriend logic speaking. There was still his hot-blooded teenage boy logic talking, as well, and any opportunity he had to lay with Jared, to explore more of him, to just generally enjoy his company - he would seize upon, and hold close to himself for as long as he could manage. "What did you have in mind?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 19:56:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The jock couldn't help but smile as Drew did.&nbsp; The boy seemed to become more handsome each time Jared looked at him.&nbsp; He had to restrain himself from leaning over to kiss Drew.&nbsp; That would have been a sight there in the middle of the lunch room.&nbsp; "I can skip a day, especially for you.&nbsp; Besides, I still need you to tutor me in math.&nbsp; The coach will understand if it's to bring my grade up.&nbsp; He would hate to bench me because I failed a class."<br><br>He returned to his meal for a moment, grabbing three fries from his tray and dunking them in the cup of ketchup next to them before shoving all three into his mouth.&nbsp; Jared looked back at Drew when he heard the question.&nbsp; A few things popped into his mind, but he remained a good boy for the time being.&nbsp; He wasn't going to rush anything, especially since Drew told him that he was uncomfortable with those sorts of things at the moment.&nbsp; Jared would be fine with working at the other boy's pace.<br><br>"Eh, I dunno.&nbsp; You can help me with my math homework...then maybe...dunno.&nbsp; We could just spend time together."&nbsp; Jared left it rather open-ended, allowing Drew to steer the evenings events how he wanted.&nbsp; Jared was fine with whatever for the evening.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 06:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew raised an eyebrow. He was still hung up on the fact that Jared might miss his practice. It wasn't that he gave more than half of a rat's ass about football, or the team's winning streak, or any of that nonsense. But he knew that it mattered to Jared, especially in terms of scholarships. Finally, he shook his head.<br><br>"No, you need to go to practice," Then, seeing that Jared was going to protest, he continued, "I'll hang out in the library, catch up on my own stuff, maybe make a lesson plan. You get out around 8, right? We can head to my place, then, and do a bit of studying." The flicker of a smile. "And I do mean studying in the non-innuendo sense." <br><br>There would be no changing his mind on this. However, after a moment, he did find it fit to ask a question. <br><br>"So, when will I get to see your place?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 17:15:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The jock groaned slightly but nodded to the other boy.&nbsp; As much as he wanted to spend time with Jared, he could go to practice and then do that.&nbsp; He chuckled, however, when Drew made the small joke.&nbsp; "Aww, you don't want to 'study?'"&nbsp; Jared joked back, winking to his boyfriend.<br><br>He hadn't thought about Drew's next question though.&nbsp; In fact, it caught him quite by surprise.&nbsp; His parents probably wouldn't approve of his new relationship, at least he dad wouldn't.&nbsp; He'd listened to the man spout the word 'faggot' enough times to know he wasn't a very tolerant person for such things.&nbsp; Jared didn't know how to tell Drew this though.<br><br>"Umm, I'll take you there sometime."&nbsp; He said, and left it at that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 00:37:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew noted a small flicker in his boyfriend's eyes, but he didn't pursue the topic. He could guess easily enough that he might have a little more hesitation with this topic in regards to his own family. This didn't bother him all that much, though he was a little concerned about Jared - what if things happened really badly, when it finally came time for him to come out? Then again, what if they didn't? What if they were both surprised by Jared's parents' reaction. He could at least try to be a bit positive. <br><br>Lunch seemed to go by too soon. He contemplated showing some kind of affection to Jared before they parted, but thought better of it - the heat of the jocks' stares still singed his neck. Instead, he settled for a smile, and a quick, murmured romantic oath, before gathering up his things, and heading back to class. <br><br>As planned, he spent his time after school in the library. It was open until 8:30, for students who needed reference materials, computers, or just a quiet place to work. Drew - who was fastidious in keeping up with his schoolwork, didn't have a whole lot to accomplish, so he mostly just read. The truth of it was, he'd mostly caught Jared up - the boy knew everything, he just needed a few things straightened out. From this point, it would just be a matter of reviewing the newest lesson with him, making sure it was solid. Not a lot of work or effort. <br><br>It was quiet, and Drew was having a hard time keeping awake. At least he wouldn't have to wait long. 8:00 on the dot. Jared would be there pretty soon. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:15:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would have liked to stay longer with Drew, but the lunch bell was about to ring, signaling that their afternoon classes were going to begin shortly.&nbsp; He had given in to the other boy's protests and thought better about skipping practice, so he decided to meet Drew in the library after he was done.<br><br>The day seemed to drag on, for Jared at least.&nbsp; The final bell for school couldn't ring soon enough.&nbsp; The jock was practically out of his seat and down the hall before it was done ringing.&nbsp; Not that it really mattered.&nbsp; He still had practice before he could see Drew again.&nbsp; It was strange how much the smaller male occupied his thoughts now when before he hadn't given another guy a second look.<br><br>Practice went by like clockwork.&nbsp; Jared performed well though there was a slight distraction knowing that he would be seeing Drew soon.&nbsp; Once the coach called it quits for the evening, the young man had made sure to change quickly in the locker room, forgoing a shower to see Drew just that much earlier.<br><br>A few minutes later, he pulled open the library door and made his way back to the secluded spot where they had studied previously.&nbsp; It was about 8:07 when Jared walked around the bookshelf to find Drew.&nbsp; He walked right over to him, leaning down to wrap one arm around him and give him a rather innocent kiss on the lips.&nbsp; "Hey there.&nbsp; Hope it wasn't too boring waiting here for me."&nbsp; He said before releasing the other boy.&nbsp; "Umm, sorry if I uhh...you know.&nbsp; I didn't shower.&nbsp; I wanted to see you instead."&nbsp; Jared said, hoping that being unwashed wasn't going to be a problem.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 00:41:33</strong>
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				Jared's entrance made him start, just when he'd been on the verge of falling asleep. He was grateful for the other boy's timing. He returned the kiss, and relaxed in the other boy's arms, when the smell hit him. Deep, pungent - the same scent that the boy always carried, but magnified greatly. It seemed to surround him - slightly unpleasant, and yet . . . "Don't worry about it," he said softly, a slightly blush forming as he began to gather up his things, "I kind of like it," he finished, each word quieter than the last, the red in his face growing deeper.<br><br>He followed the other boy out of the library, surreptitiously sticking a hand into the back pocket of the other boy's jeans, copping a good feel of his backside in the process. "How did practice go?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 16:08:09</strong>
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				The other boy's trailed off words made Jared cock a curious eyebrow, and he wondered for a moment.&nbsp; None of the girls he'd ever gone out with had dared even touch him until he showered, but Drew...liked it?&nbsp; He would make it a point to ask him about it when they were in the truck and not so conspicuous.&nbsp; Not that anyone was around at the time, but it was the principle of the thing.&nbsp; <br><br>He felt the hand slip into his jeans, fingers slipping along his full, muscled rear.&nbsp; Drew would feel his bare rear through the jeans as he didn't bother to change out of his jock.&nbsp; The taller boy smile back at him.&nbsp; "Eh, same old, same old.&nbsp; The coach is riding our ass about doing well for the end of the season.&nbsp; He wants us to go to the state finals this year."&nbsp; Jared said while pushing open the door to step outside.<br><br>The two slowly made their way to Jared's truck, each slipping inside before the jock started the engine.&nbsp; He had just put the vehicle in gear and was pulling out of the parking space when he turned to Drew and asked, "So, you really like the way I smell now?"&nbsp; He asked almost as quietly as the other boy had ended his statement before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 00:27:43</strong>
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				Drew didn't really know how to respond to such a direct question. He pursed his lips slightly, settling into the seat that was quickly becoming familiar, and comforting. "Kind of, I guess," he sent a sidelong glance at Jared. "I mean, I don't want you to think I'm weird or anything. I guess it . . . it's just you, y'know? <em>Your</em> smell. You're Mr. Big Athletic Guy. So it makes sense that you'd smell . . . well, athletic. Like a -guy-. I'm not saying to quit showering, or nothing. But . . . I kind of like it, occasionally."<br><br>He shook his head. "Anyway, what do you think your chances are? Going to state, I mean." He grinned. "Does this mean I'm going to have to start <em>watching</em> the games?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 07:03:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took one hand off the wheel and set it on Drew's left knee with a rather toothy grin as he looked over at the other boy.&nbsp; "I understand, Drew.&nbsp; I don't think you're weird at all.&nbsp; I'm kind of okay with it too, you know?&nbsp; It makes me feel like I've actually done something, like a reminder of how I played."&nbsp; He said as he finally put the truck in gear and began to move off the school grounds.<br><br>As they made their way out onto the street, he turned to Drew again with a smile.&nbsp; He thought about that for a second.&nbsp; It would be a nice touch for the next time either of them felt in the mood to be more intimate.&nbsp; Jared decided to keep it in mind for later.<br><br>The next question made him furrow his brow a bit.&nbsp; "Hmm...I dunno."&nbsp; The jock gave a glance and playful smirk to Drew again as he drove.&nbsp; "With me on the team, I'm more apt to say we'll go all the way."&nbsp; His grin broadened.&nbsp; "But, really...I think we can do it.&nbsp; It'll be hard though.&nbsp; Some of the other teams really know what they're doing."<br><br>Jared had to restrain himself from throttling the other male, in innocent fun, of course.&nbsp; He picked up on the joking and sarcasm.&nbsp; "Oh, you weren't watching the games before?&nbsp; What <em>were</em> you watching then?"&nbsp; He asked with a grin.&nbsp; "Or should I say <em>who</em> were you watching?"&nbsp; He added.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 23:58:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew was glancing out the window, though his hand had moved to settle over Jared's - comfortably applying pressure, stroking up and down the back of his hand with his thumb. He seemed to only be half-way paying attention. "Don't get a big head sweetie," he said, giving Jared a sideways glance. "You all look the same out on the field. And you're crashing into each other so much that I can't really read the numbers on your jersey." He pursed his lips, before looking back apologetically at his boyfriend. "Sorry, I'm not much of a football guy. I know it's important to you, though. I'll go. I'll watch. Maybe I'll get better at picking you out. Better than doing my real job while I'm there, y'know?"<br><br>His frown stuck. He was worried he might have hurt Jared with his complete lack of regard for the sport that was a huge part of his life. The worst part was, he wasn't sure how to fix it. "I mean, it's not like the stuff I like is really accessible either, y'know? Comics, and sci-fi, and stuff. Not exactly the most popular of past times."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 21:39:37</strong>
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				His smile faded a bit at the answer he got.&nbsp; It's not that he wasn't expecting something along those lines, but hearing it seemed only to reinforce that there was a divide between the 'jocks' and everyone else in school.&nbsp; He didn't like feeling like he and Drew were from two different worlds, but they really were in many ways.<br><br>"Oh...no, it's okay.&nbsp; Don't come if you don't want to."&nbsp; Jared said a little softly after a moment.&nbsp; He genuinely meant it.&nbsp; There was no reason for Drew to sit through something he didn't find interesting just for him.<br><br>"But you like it anyway."&nbsp; Jared said in response to the other boy's last statement.&nbsp; "Just because it isn't popular doesn't mean it's not important."&nbsp; The jock said, giving a glance and soft smile to Drew.&nbsp; He let his hand squeeze Drew's firmly after he spoke, to reassure him that what he had said wasn't a bad thing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 17:45:02</strong>
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				Drew laughed softly. The feeling of the other boy squeezing his hand reassured him, and his posture relaxed a bit. "I can't -not- go. Band, remember? I'm gonna be there no matter what." The edge of a smile. "I'll just try to pay attention now, is all. Word on the street is that you're a bit of a badass, eh?" He felt better. The air in the truck was clear, and the two of them talked and flirted on the way back, without any real incident. When they pulled up outside of Drew's home, he felt his stomach clench slightly. A car was there. His grandmother's. Apparently, she'd forgone socializing after work this evening, and had simply come straight home. Which put the two of them in an awkward position.<br><br>He turned to Jared, nodding at the car in the driveway. "Grandma. You, uh, you don't have to come in - if you don't want to. Might be a bit awkward. Not really sure how it'd all play out, to be honest." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 20:18:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared smiled rather charmingly.&nbsp; "That's true.&nbsp; I guess you can't get away from me then."&nbsp; He said softly, making another turn with the truck.<br><br>"I don't know about all that, but I do fairly well on the field."&nbsp; He replied.&nbsp; It was true that some of the other guys thought he was one of the best things to happen to the football team, but he didn't usually like to give himself an ego stroke.&nbsp; He'd rather let other people do that.<br><br>For the remainder of the ride back, their talk was much lighter with a heavy dose of flirtation.&nbsp; The jock let his hand creep over onto Drew's thigh, squeezing it every now and then as he drove.&nbsp; Soon enough, however, they were pulling up outside of the other boy's house though Drew didn't seem too thrilled to be there, and Jared would soon know why.<br><br>He looked from the car to Drew.&nbsp; "I don't mind.&nbsp; After all, if I can risk the potential crap I might get at school, I think I can take a bit of awkwardness."&nbsp; Jared said even though there wasn't really any such complications at school yet.&nbsp; He prayed there wouldn't be.&nbsp; "Besides, you still have to help me study."&nbsp; He smiled before shutting off the engine and leaning in to give the boy a quick kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 15:41:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heh, guess so." Drew smiled like he'd been assuaged, but when he climbed out of the car he could feel his heart pounding. He waited for Jared to come around the car, before heading off up the walkway, momentarily letting his hand come around to graze Jared's - feeling the larger boy take his hand and squeeze it briefly, before they came upon the front door. Drew tried to open it. Locked. He pursed his lips. "Huh. Weird." He got out his key, and inserted it. Stepping through the doorway, all the lights were out. "Hello?" he called out, before walking into the kitchen. After a few seconds, he returned holding a piece of paper.<br><br>"Well, looks like we dodged a bullet. She's just hitched a ride from a friend tonight." A smirk. "My grandma's a bit of a social butterfly." He walked over, and without hesitation leaned up to press his lips to Jared's, in a passionate, bruising kiss. His hands wrapped around his boyfriend's waist and he closed his eyes, inhaling Jared's smell lightly. It was just the two of them, here. Safe. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 23:55:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They each stepped out of the truck, and Jared crossed around the front of the vehicle to join Drew on the other side before either of them began to walk toward the front door.&nbsp; The jock had to admit that there was a good possibility that he would be in for some major awkwardness when they both got on the inside, but he stood by his words.&nbsp; He took Drew's hand in his own larger one for a moment, giving it a loving squeeze before letting it go as his boyfriend began to open the door.&nbsp; However, Drew would find it locked.<br><br>Jared raised an eyebrow toward the other boy, sharing his sentiments.&nbsp; After getting the door unlocked, they slowly made their way inside.&nbsp; It was rather dark and quiet.&nbsp; Drew called out for anyone and walked toward the kitchen, but Jared remained near the doorway.&nbsp; He took in his surroundings for a moment as he had not really taken a moment to look at the inside of the house before, but seeing as Drew was now his boyfriend, he thought it best to get to know him and his family at least a little.<br><br>He heard Drew's footsteps returning, so he looked back toward the boy who now held a piece of paper and a smirk on his face.&nbsp; Before he could even say anything, Drew had walked up close and leaned up for a rather deep and hard kiss.&nbsp; "Mmph."&nbsp; The jock grunted, his hands finding their way to the other boy's waist and holding tightly.&nbsp; Jared returned the kiss in kind, letting his tongue slip out and press against Drew's lips.&nbsp; When the other boy parted them, Jared slipped his tongue into the other boy's mouth and explored it rather roughly while at the same time, one of his hands slipped down across one clothed ass cheek to give it a squeeze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 15:41:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two of them stood in the doorway for what seemed like hours. Jared's tongue had slipped into his mouth, exploring him, as he was paying it all the attention that he could, gently letting his teeth brush over it, running his own tongue along it, taking in the other boy's saliva. He had his smaller, tighter body pressed up against Jared's, wrapped in him, letting himself give in completely to the feeling of being held and protected by this larger, stronger presence. After several long minutes of kissing, they were forced to come up for air. When they did, Drew took Jared's big hands in his own again, and led him to the center of the room. <br><br>He sat the other boy down on the big, dark-green canvas couch, and then sat down next to him, leaning in to initiate another kiss, one hand coming down to rest on the other boy's thigh, the other reaching up to rub the back of his neck. <br><br>"Y'know," he said, breathlessly, at another stopping point, "we may have dodged a bullet tonight, but pretty soon . . . well, there might be a bit too many flying for us to dodge them all. I just . . . y'know I'll do my best to support you, right? I mean, this will probably be harder for you than me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 20:02:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared held the other boy close, keeping him from getting away, as if he would try.&nbsp; It was the small spark of his dominant side showing.&nbsp; He liked being the aggressor during intimacy or so he had discovered.&nbsp; They remained there for a long time, longer than the jock could keep track of, but eventually, they parted. Jared licked his lips, tasting Drew still upon them.&nbsp; The other boy was intoxicating to him.&nbsp; His smell and taste was driving him wild.&nbsp; He was already quite hard in his jeans.&nbsp; Good thing he still had his jock on from practice or it would have been uncomfortable.<br><br>Drew pulled him to a couch a few feet away, walking hand in hand.&nbsp; They each sat down with Drew nestling in close and kissing him again.&nbsp; He took note of the hand on his thigh, and the larger boy let his own hand find the joining of Drew's hip and waist.&nbsp; His thumb rubbed back and forth in the dip it made there while his other hand cupped the side of Drew's head, his thumb rubbing along the boy's jawline.<br><br>All the kissing was getting Jared quite worked up.&nbsp; He had to suppress the urge to take Drew further, but he knew he wouldn't do anything until the other boy was ready.&nbsp; Still, the urge was there.<br><br>As they parted again, Jared breathed heavily, his fingers clenching tightly and releasing every now and then as his body surged with need.&nbsp; He listened to Drew though.&nbsp; The other boy seemed to be concerned despite their current activities.&nbsp; "I don't think we can dodge them all.&nbsp; It would be impossible for us.&nbsp; I know it will be hard, and you're right.&nbsp; It probably will be harder for me."<br><br>Jared smiled and ran his thumb down Drew's jaw over his lips where he teased across them gently.&nbsp; "I have you though."&nbsp; He simply said before leaning in again to kiss the boy a moment longer.&nbsp; A few minutes of kissing passed again, and Jared pulled back.&nbsp; "Don't worry too much about me.&nbsp; I made my choice."&nbsp; He leaned in to kiss again, savoring Drew's taste.<br><br>The jock pulled his hand from Drew's waist and moved it to the hand that was on his thigh.&nbsp; He pulled it closer toward his groin until Drew's fingers brushed his bulge.<br><br>"I'll understand...if you say no."&nbsp; Jared whispered while pressing his forehead against Drew's.&nbsp; "I'm...you don't know how you affect me...I mean..."&nbsp; He leaned in and kissed the boy again for a moment.&nbsp; "You turn me on...like no girl has..."&nbsp; He finally breathed out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 01:44:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew did worry, though. He worried about their future. He worried about Jared. He didn't want to see Jared hurt. He worried whether or not he was worth it - whatever hardships he might put the other boy through. Then, at the back of his head, he reminded himself that it wasn't his choice to make. It was Jared's. So he kissed his boyfriend with all the eagerness, and passion that he could muster. He kissed him like he was drowning, trying to pull air from the other boy. He leaned into the other boy's hold, and when his hand was taken and moved to just within the other boy's groin, he allowed it to happen. <br><br>He understood. Jared wasn't the only hard one. He moved his hand, so that he was cupping Jared's bulge with his palm, rubbing and squeezing it gently, feeling it throb. After the last kiss, he smiled at the jock, and nodded softly, giving the boy's package a particularly firm squeeze. "I'm your boyfriend. I'll . . . take care of you. Of your needs." <br><br>He moved his fingers delicately up to the zipper on Jared's jeans. "Do you want to do it here, or in the bedroom?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 01:54:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Drew did not pull away or protest, Jared felt a little relieved.&nbsp; He knew he was somewhat of a horndog, and he had done his best to control himself.&nbsp; The last thing he wanted to do was force Drew into something he didn't want.&nbsp; He even felt as if he was coming on too strong sometimes.&nbsp; The other boy seemed to understand his needs though.<br><br>"Augh..nn..."&nbsp; He groaned at the firm squeeze his bulge was given and gave a strained smile.&nbsp; "Just remember...you don't have to...even if you are my boyfriend.&nbsp; I...I never want to force you."&nbsp; He spoke softly.<br><br>He looked down after speaking to see fingers creeping up his zipper but then back to look at Drew when the boy spoke again.<br><br>"Umm...probably the bedroom...I, uhh...don't want to make any mess out here."&nbsp; Jared said with a blush.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 02:16:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew smiled, sticking a finger into the boy's jeans to stroke over the jock-strap contained bulge. "You don't have to worry about that, y'know. If I don't want to, I'll just say no. But I <em>do</em>. You're . . ." he paused, shaking his head softly, "I can't even begin to tell you how handsome you are. How attractive I find you. How much just looking at you makes me want you." He smiled sheepishly. "I mean, you respect me, right? You care about me? You won't think I'm . . . y'know, loose, or anything, if I do? So why would I have a problem?"<br><br>One final grope, and he was moving to stand on his feet. "So c'mon, stud. Let's go relieve some of your tension." <br><br>It was all said with a lightness, a certain degree of jest. But that was another thing he worried about. Whether he was moving too quickly. Giving away too much, too fast. Whether Jared would get bored of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 02:28:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave another soft groan as a finger rubbed over his jock just beneath his jeans.&nbsp; Drew really knew how to tease, and Jared was quite fine with that.&nbsp; The larger boy smiled.&nbsp; He reached out and took hold of Drew's hand, pulling him back down.&nbsp; Jared pulled him right into his lap, both arms curling around the other boy's smaller frame.&nbsp; He was sure in this position, Drew could get a good smell of his scent.<br><br>"Why would I think that of you?"&nbsp; He asked slightly, giving the other male a squeeze.&nbsp; "You're not sleeping around on me.&nbsp; You're not flirting with other people.&nbsp; I don't care how often we do it."&nbsp; He chuckled for a moment.&nbsp; "Though probably the more often the better..."&nbsp; He laughed then became a little more serious.&nbsp; "...I'm joking."&nbsp; He said with a smile.&nbsp; "I respect you, Drew.&nbsp; I care about you."&nbsp; Jared leaned in and nipped at the boy's neck.&nbsp; "And I also find you incredibly hot."&nbsp; He spoke softly, nearly whispering his last sentence.<br><br>Jared let his hand snake down and grab at Drew's own hard groin, giving it a squeeze.&nbsp; It was a little foreign to him as Drew is the first guy he had been with in this way, but he knew what he found pleasurable.&nbsp; He hoped that that translated over to what Drew would like.&nbsp; "Now let's go into your room."&nbsp; He said with a small giggle as he released his boyfriend.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 02:36:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew didn't need convincing. They were inside of his room with the door shut and locked in less than a minute. When Jared had touched him, he'd at first looked like he'd been feeling pleasure, though it had immediately turned to a deep, red flustered. Jared couldn't really tell, but it had felt like .&nbsp; . well, maybe his boyfriend didn't share his own fortune with endowment. Though it was hard to tell. It was forgotten, anyway. He was sitting on the bed, now with Jared next to the door. <br><br>He smiled. "If I'm going to do this for you, I want you to do something for me." The smile grew a little wider. "Could I . . . see you naked?" There was a bit of the school-boy hesitation in the question, though for the most part the boy's expression was impish. He had seen part of Jared's anatomy already, but had missed so much of it. He wanted to see the boy in his full nudity. He had a sneaking suspicion that it would be breathtaking. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:00:59</strong>
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				He thought that Drew was perhaps unhappy with how he touched him, but the other boy seemed no less eager.&nbsp; Jared thought little of it for the time being.&nbsp; They were soon in Drew's room, alone and safe.&nbsp; He had watched Drew lock the door and then hurry over to the bed.&nbsp; By the time the jock turned around, Drew was seated on the bed, looking at him with a small smile.<br><br>His lips parted in his own smile as he listened.&nbsp; He was about to ask what this 'something' was, but Drew was already on his way to explaining it.&nbsp; Jared felt his ego get a stroke as Drew displayed a good amount of enthusiasm at wanting to see him nude.&nbsp; The larger boy took a few steps toward Drew with a grin.&nbsp; "Anything for you, baby."&nbsp; He said soft and deep.<br><br>Jared remained just out of arms reach as he began.&nbsp; First, he reached up and began to push his letterman jacket off.&nbsp; It slowly sunk down off of his shoulders, revealing his plain white shirt with the school logo on the front.&nbsp; It was visibly damp under his arms and in the middle of the chest.&nbsp; As he told Drew before, he hadn't showered, so he was still sweaty from practice.&nbsp; Jared first pulled his right arm out, taking that hand over to grasp the collar of the jacket and pull it off fully.&nbsp; Now, without the jacket to obscure his form, the bulge in his jeans was quite noticeable as it ran down one leg of his jeans.&nbsp; It was uncomfortable for Jared, but he had been able to live with it over the years.&nbsp; Getting wood at random times was normal, and he had to cope with it.&nbsp; Wearing jockstraps as his normal underwear helped as it both contained his cock and allowed it to breath during the day.<br><br>He leaned forward and handed his jacket to Drew with a grin, knowing it smelled abundantly of himself.&nbsp; Jared then slowly curled his arms up over his head, muscles flexing beneath the cotton of the shirt.&nbsp; His thumbs hooked into the collar of the white shirt, pulling at it.&nbsp; As the jock pulled it upward, his head disappearing into the garment.&nbsp; The jock got a strong whiff of his own odor.&nbsp; He had to say, he enjoyed it.&nbsp; He hoped Drew would as well.<br><br>The first bit of skin Drew would see would be the jock's lower abdomen near the waist of his jeans.&nbsp; The skin was slightly tan and furry.&nbsp; There was a trail of dark hair appearing from his jeans and moving up his abdomen.&nbsp; As the shirt slipped up, his abdomen became fully exposed.&nbsp; It wasn't flat or washboard.&nbsp; Instead, it was solid with the same fur that continued to creep up his torso.&nbsp; The hem of the shirt was nearing Jared's neck, and so, it revealed his built pec muscles which were also covered in a light coating of dark hair.&nbsp; They were two mounds of muscle though not ripped, only defined nicely to match his size.&nbsp; The shirt was free from his body, his head appearing again, and just before he lowered his arms, Drew would get a perfect view of both of the jocks underarms, damp hair coating each of them.<br><br>He smirked at the boy, watching his expression as more and more skin was revealed.&nbsp; Drew seemed to be enjoying it, and Jared was glad.&nbsp; He looked down to his feet where he slowly kicked off each of his sneakers.&nbsp; His hands had moved now to his waistband, fingers threatening to unbutton his jeans though he didn't yet.&nbsp; Instead, he gave the other boy a wink and turned around slowly.&nbsp; With his rear now facing Drew, he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper.&nbsp; His thumbs slowly ran along the inside of the waistband to each of his hips before he began to push down.&nbsp; The white waistband of his jockstrap came into view slowly.&nbsp; Jared continued pushing down, the waistband&nbsp; ending to reveal the pale flesh of his muscular rear.&nbsp; His thighs were next, leaving his entire ass exposed to the boy.&nbsp; By the time his jeans had reached his knees, gravity took over and dropped them down to his ankles where he stepped out of them and brushed them to the side with a foot.<br><br>Another grin up to Drew, and Jared bent down to pull off each of his socks, dropping them in the pile with his other articles of clothing.&nbsp; Jared waiting a long moment then turned around to reveal his front again.&nbsp; The only thing left was his jockstrap.&nbsp; Jared stepped slowly toward Drew, stepping between either of the boy's legs.&nbsp; He wrapped his arms around the smaller male and grinned.&nbsp; "Come here."&nbsp; He said softly and moved one hand to pull Drew's face into his chest.<br><br>His hand ran through the soft hair atop Drew's head.&nbsp; "I know you like it...my smell.&nbsp; Sniff me, baby."&nbsp; Jared said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:18:56</strong>
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				[M-m-m-megapost!!!!! *claps*]<br><br>Drew looks awestruck. The young man - thin, frail - looking up at this teenage God, this adonis. He couldn't imagine a more attractive human being. Every inch of flesh that Jared exposed to him just magnified the feeling. It was like sensory overload. There was so much that he wanted to touch, to explore. To taste. He wanted to run his hand up the jock's furry front, feeling his pecs, rub over his tummy. He wanted to kiss along the smooth, powerful surface of his back and down his spine. He wanted to take the boy's furry butt in his hand, test it, squeeze it. Everything about Jared filled him with so much longing and fear that he felt paralyzed.&nbsp; <br><br>When Jared approached him, he stood. He didn't know why. What he was being presented with was too great to sit in front of. When Jared pulled his head into his slightly sweaty, hairy chest, he let himself melt, let the boy's soft, deep voice wash over him. That same potent, powerful smell. He inhaled it deeply. He had never felt this close to anyone. Never felt so strongly. Jared was heating up the room with his body. Or maybe it was both of them. He couldn't tell.<br><br>Safe. He felt safe. At the same point, he felt like he might drop. He shuddered softly, inhaling another deep breath. He wouldn't say anything. He'd let Jared lead. He'd let himself <em>be</em> Jared's. Now wasn't that another terrifying thought all together. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:27:52</strong>
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				[I hope I didn't go overboard, but I just love how this is going.]<br><br>He petted his fingers through Drew's hair as the other boy kept his face pressed against his chest.&nbsp; The jock smiled as Drew let himself immerse in him.&nbsp; He stood only rubbing through the boy's soft hair for a long moment before the fingers stroking the soft strands moved down to the back of Drew's neck.&nbsp; He pulled him back slightly to look down into his eyes.&nbsp; Jared smiled and pulled his hand up from behind the boy's neck to brush his cheek with his fingers.&nbsp; "I'm glad you like it, Drew.&nbsp; It makes me feel...I don't know...like you need me."&nbsp; He confessed with a grin.&nbsp; The boy leaned down and kissed Drew again, letting his tongue press into that sweet mouth once more.<br><br>He pulled back again after a long moment, sucking Drew's lip with him until it slipped out from between his teeth.&nbsp; "I'm still not naked yet."&nbsp; Jared chuckled deeply.&nbsp; "Want to help me with this?"&nbsp; The jock asked lightly, nodding down to his jockstrap.<br><br>The taller boy watched as Drew moved to help, but he stopped him for a moment, leaning in to whisper to his boyfriend.&nbsp; "Kneel and do it, baby."&nbsp; He said deeply, pulling back with a grin on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:37:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew froze up, at that. The kiss had made him feel loose, and pliable, but his uncertainties were starting to bubble to the surface, now. Damn it. He didn't want to ruin this. Didn't want to break the spell that they'd managed to cast over each other. Jared's words hung heavily in his brain. Everything warm and good and right in the room remained, but something didn't feel right. He looked down at the lump in Jared's jockstrap. And thought about what the other boy wanted him to do.<br><br>"Would it hurt you if I said that I'm terrified that I might?" he said, softly. He was frozen. He couldn't do it. "That if . . . that if I do this, and I do . . . need you. That you might stop needing me. <br><br>He hated this. Hated ruining what they had here. He wished that he could just shut off, just go with the flow. But that wasn't the person that he was. It never had been. He was much too weak for that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:44:01</strong>
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				When Drew looked down, Jared thought that the other boy was going to follow through and drop to his knees.&nbsp; Instead, he heard the worry in Drew's voice.&nbsp; He brought his hand over to the boy's chin, tipping it up to look down at him.&nbsp; He stared into Drew's eyes for a long moment.<br><br>"Don't do it, Drew.&nbsp; If it bothers you...don't do it."&nbsp; Jared said, wrapping his arms around Drew again and simply holding him.<br><br>"Why do you think I would stop needing you?"&nbsp; He asked after a moment.&nbsp; The meaning of the other boy's words began to sink in.&nbsp; Jared pulled away and turned around.<br><br>"Do you think I'm just going to get you into bed and then run?"&nbsp; He said, his voice more monotone than before.&nbsp; "I don't care if we do it or not...I don't.&nbsp; But...I do care that you don't trust me."&nbsp; He said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:53:27</strong>
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				Drew reached out, almost desperately, to catch Jared's hand. "No, please," the desperation bled into his voice, a bit. He sounded pained. Scared that he might ruin things in a very real way. "Please, Jared, just . . . just listen, alright? It . . . it isn't you. It's me. I . . ." A deep inhalation. His eyes were locked firmly on the ground, on Jared's feet. He couldn't bare to raise them. "I don't trust easy. Or, I mean . . . I guess it would be more appropriate to say that I don't trust. I don't . . . I don't rely on other people. Don't let them in. I'm . . . terrified of it, honestly. Sometimes . . . it's like, I'm afraid that- I dunno. Sometimes I don't think that I'm worth it. Any of it. And I'm afraid that they'll eventually catch on. With you . . . with all that you might have to go through or give up . . . that feeling is like a hundred times worse."<br><br>He shook his head. <br><br>"I'm sorry, Jared. Please . . ." He didn't even know what he was pleading for. Understanding? Forgiveness? "I don't want you to go. I want . . . I want you. So badly. Worse than I've ever wanted anything. I just . . . I'm just . . ." He sucked in a deep, shuddering breath, before giving a small half-chuckle, trying to break the tension. "I'm not the strongest person in the world. Obviously."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:58:26</strong>
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				Jared had crossed his arms over his chest as he listened.&nbsp; It may have looked like he wasn't taking any of it in, but what Drew couldn't see was that his expression was softening.&nbsp; Once the boy was through speaking, he waited a moment before turning to look over his shoulder.&nbsp; The jock turned back toward his boyfriend and let his arms drop with a sigh.&nbsp; "I'm sorry.&nbsp; I...I didn't mean to sound so harsh.&nbsp; It is just so hard for me to want to get close to you...but then you push me away."&nbsp; He wrapped both arms around Drew, leaning down to nuzzle his nose and lips at the joining of the other boy's shoulder and neck.<br><br>"It's okay, baby.&nbsp; I'm not leaving."&nbsp; He gave a nibble to the flesh beneath before pulling back and giving Drew another kiss.&nbsp; Afterward, he leaned back and gave a grin.&nbsp; "Even if we don't do anything...I am still, at least, going to give you your wish."&nbsp; He said.<br><br>He pulled his arms back from around Drew, his hands seeking his jockstrap.&nbsp; Thumbs hooked into the waistband, and he slowly pushed the tight piece of cotton and lycra downward.&nbsp; The dark hair of his pubic area came into view, neatly trimmed and damp with sweat.&nbsp; The base of his shaft followed along with the remainder.&nbsp; Once he pushed the small piece of cloth past his thighs, his entire package was revealed.&nbsp; A rather large and thick cock with two impressive orbs hanging beneath in a darker sack.&nbsp; The jockstrap fell to his ankles and he stepped out of it.<br><br>His arms reached out again, taking hold of Drew.&nbsp; He pulled the boy close, pressing his body against the other boy's with a grin.&nbsp; A hand moved to brush some hair aside from Drew's forehead.&nbsp; "I'm not going to ask you to do anything but this..."&nbsp; He said with a smile.&nbsp; "...let me see you naked...please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 06:15:15</strong>
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				Drew pulled himself tightly into Jared's hold, burying his face in the jock's hair. He wanted to be strong. To let Jared in. To show him that he was <em>his.</em> When Jared removed the jockstrap, exposing his member, it only seemed to support what Drew had already suspected - that he had a perfect specimen of masculine beauty in his room, at that moment. And that didn't really make the request that came next any more palatable. In fact, he looked visibly uncomfortable. Trust. It was a strange thing. He did trust Jared. But on what level?<br><br>"But, what if you . . . what if I'm . . " He saw the look that Jared gave him, then. This was, in a way, a test. Even if Jared didn't intend it as such. Whether or not he intended it as such, it was a matter of whether Drew could trust Jared enough to bare himself before him. And for a second, he honestly didn't know if he did. Then, cautiously, he began to pull his shirt up over his head. As the tee crept up, it was obvious that Drew had little muscle to speak of. Perhaps a bit in the arms, from lifting things for band, but otherwise he was just scrawny. A small, frail looking body - rather pale from lack of exposure to sunlight. The only part of his that was tanned was from the neck up, and the forearms. He was mostly hairless, save for a light dusting under the armpits, and at the chest. <br><br>With this much of him exposed, it was obvious that he was already feeling uncomfortable. "If you decide that you don't want to see anymore, just say so," he muttered, fiddling clumsily with the button on his trousers, then pulling down the zipper. He let them fall around his ankles, exposing lightly hairy legs - more muscled and toned than the rest of him, along with his blue boxer-shorts. He ungracefully kicked the pants off, now standing there in just the boxers and his socks. "I'm . . . I'm not endowed like you, y'know. I . . ." He crossed his arms over his chest, hugging himself, unable to meet Jared's eye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 06:59:01</strong>
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				He gave Drew another reassuring pet to his hair as he listened to him.&nbsp; Jared began to see just how closed off he was, and the thing that the jock found rather surprising to him was that it only made him want to get closer to Drew.&nbsp; He wanted to know more about him, get closer to him not only physically but in every way.&nbsp; The taller male understood that he was going to have to give things time and be understanding.&nbsp; This was quite new for him as well.<br><br>His eyes were glued to Drew as the boy began to disrobe.&nbsp; First his shirt was removed, and Jared's eyes came to rest on a slim upper body.&nbsp; Not unexpected, and certainly not unattractive.&nbsp; He smiled reassuringly at his boyfriend as Drew moved to begin on his pants.&nbsp; Jared could tell it was difficult.&nbsp; He could feel it from Drew in his actions and his expression.&nbsp; His movements were clumsy and slow.&nbsp; The jock brushed his fingers across one of Drew's cheeks.&nbsp; "Go ahead."&nbsp; He said softly as the pants dropped down to the floor to reveal his legs.<br><br>Jared frowned when Drew began to defend himself even before he had said anything, and if he was going to say something, it certainly wasn't going to be anything like what Drew was thinking.&nbsp; He tipped the boy's chin upward again and looked at him seriously.&nbsp; "Why do you think you have to measure up to me?"&nbsp; He asked, moving closer and wrapping his arms around Drew again.&nbsp; This time he felt warmth from Drew.&nbsp; He could feel his flesh, slightly shaking and vulnerable, but it only made him want to hold tighter...to protect Drew.<br><br>"Drew...I don't care how big or small you are.&nbsp; I just want to see you...only you."&nbsp; Jared said, brushing his thumb over the other boy's lips and hoping Drew would not stop now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 01:29:53</strong>
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				Heat. The kind of heat only conveyed by the contact between flesh. He could feel it radiating off of Jared, washing over him. He leaned into it, resting his head gently on the other boy's shoulder, inhaling his scent and closing his eyes. The words reassured him, but only slightly. Just enough for him to take another deep breath, and reach down to take the elastic bands of his underwear in his hands. He leaned up, and pressed a kiss to Jared's cheek, before beginning to push his boxers down. <br><br>From the back, Drew actually had something to be proud of. He had a nice bottom - full, smooth, and firm. Highly appealing. From the front . . . well, it was somewhat understandable why he'd hesitated. Full-on, he was only about four and a half inches. It wasn't too non-proportionate - thick enough to still be somewhat appealing, but not even in the same league as Jared. It was circumcised, and fairly good looking in most respects. No strange curves or blemishes. He let the boxers fall down around his ankles, and kicked them off as well, opening his eyes and raising his gaze up to Jared, searching him for any hint of disappointment. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 02:06:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared gave a reassuring smile after Drew kissed him.&nbsp; He stood close by and watched the other boy's trembling hands push the cotton fabric downward.&nbsp; When it finally happened, the boxers passing down far enough for him to see, the jock really had no expectations.&nbsp; His eyes fell upon Drew's cock.&nbsp; It was true that it was not near the size of his own, but when looking at the other boy full on, it was perfect.&nbsp; If it were much bigger, Drew would likely look out of proportion with it and probably odd.<br><br>His eyes looked into Drew's as the other boy raised his head.&nbsp; Jared only gave a soft smile.&nbsp; He said nothing, only moving.&nbsp; The jock took one step forward, leaning down and kissing the other boy once more.&nbsp; While he did this, he reached his arms down to wrap both of them just under Drew's rear.&nbsp; He lifted suddenly, taking Drew with him and using his arms for a makeshift seat.&nbsp; One of his arms pulled free to guide both the boy's legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss until he stood straight again.<br><br>"You're beautiful, Drew."&nbsp; He said softly, pulling back just enough to look straight into his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 04:23:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a strange feeling, being completely supported only Jared's strength. Sometimes he forgot just how strong Jared was. His wide, powerful back muscles. His developed arms. He was a being built for strength, and power. But when Jared held him like this - his hands gently supporting him, his voice soft and soothing . . . he made Drew feel completely safe. His strength shifted from intimidating, to gentle, in as little effort as it took for him to look at Drew, and smile. His fears and insecurities were lifted. He felt at ease. <br><br>"Liar," he said, passively, before smiling, and pressing his face into Jared's warm neck, his arms wrapped tightly around it, ignoring the outside world for a moment, listening to the sound of Jared's breathing. He could feel the boy's massive manhood rub up over his buttcheeks. It made him flinch, but only for a moment. "A second ago . . . there was something you wanted me to do?" He tried to make his voice sound low, and seductive. He wasn't very good at it, but the feelings came across.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 15:02:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled loudly at the other boy's response, one hand rubbing fingertips up his boyfriend's back as Drew nuzzled into his neck.&nbsp; With Drew in his arms, their bodies pressed together, sharing warmth, his arms supporting him, and his dick resting just in the crevice of the smaller male's rear, Jared couldn't really ask for more at that moment.&nbsp; He cocked an eyebrow when Drew spoke.&nbsp; The jock had a feeling of what Drew was getting at, but he wanted to hear him say it.<br><br>"Hmm?&nbsp; What do you mean?"&nbsp; He said, playing dumb.&nbsp; He knew well what he asked before, and in the back of his mind, he hoped Drew would deliver.&nbsp; The image of seeing the smaller boy kneeling in front of him with his large cock deep down his throat aroused him more than he thought possible.&nbsp; Jared hadn't told Drew this yet, but he actually liked how small he was in comparison.&nbsp; It made him feel even more powerful.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 15:17:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew could feel the heat rising in his face, but he did his best to ignore it. It was fairly obvious that Jared was teasing him, which he supposed that he was comfortable with, even though he did still feel a bit raw after their emotional exchange. He reached up and flicked one of the jock's nipples, his pursed lips letting Jared know exactly what he was thinking. He could feel the jock's dick pulse against his backside. The other boy was almost painfully aroused by this. Finally, he leaned in, and kissed Jared on the cheek, before leaning up to whisper in his ear. <br><br>"I . . . I wouldn't mind trying . . . to give you head. To suck your dick. If you'd want me to." Then, quickly, as if it needed to be said, "I-I don't know if I'd be any good at it. I mean, you're pretty big, and I've never . . . just a fair warning."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 15:24:39</strong>
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				"Mmgh..hehe."&nbsp; He grunted then chuckled slightly when Drew flicked one of his nipples.&nbsp; Jared took it without any argument, knowing that he was teasing the boy for no reason.&nbsp; The jock smile at the small kiss and then listened to the boy in his arms.&nbsp; "If you want to, I wont mind at all.&nbsp; There's a first time for everything, and..."&nbsp; He looked down at his body.&nbsp; "What better specimen to practice on?"&nbsp; He looked up and gave a sly wink to the boy.&nbsp; Jared could flaunt himself when it suited him, and he thought at that point it was appropriate.<br><br>The jock turned around and backed up slightly until his legs pressed against the bed, and in one fluid motion, he sat down with Drew on his lap.&nbsp; "How about I sit on the bed...or would it be more comfortable if I lay down for you?"&nbsp; Jared asked, not wanting to make Drew uncomfortable during his exploration.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 15:33:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew carefully slides off of the jock's lap, before reaching around and placing a hand on each of Jared's buttocks. He grips him tight, and pulls, sliding the other boy a little ways off of the bed, so that his member and his balls are hanging off the end. He's kneeling down in front of him, now, and is struck by this image. Himself, so small, so fragile - kneeling before a great, naked behemoth of a young man. Kneeling before him in service. Kneeling before him, with both of them knowing what came next. Their cocks were achingly hard. He looked up at Jared. He said nothing. He leaned in.<br><br>He didn't know where to start. He pressed his face into the spot between Jared's cock and his sack, inhaling the scent there. Potent, musky, intense. He traced up the jock's dick, inhaling again and again, getting used to the smell, before going down and taking the scent directly from his balls. He wondered if any girl had ever done this for Jared. If they ever were willing. He was sure it had happened once or twice. Jared was big stud on campus. And quite a stud, too. He reached up, and took the shaft in his hand, pulling away. He looked at it. A massive, throbbing piece of meat. Beautiful. He peeled the foreskin back. Venturing another look at Jared, he leaned in, and tentatively swiped his tongue over the very tip. It tasted salty, and potent. The small bit of precum he'd gotten tasted sweet. This, at least, was encouraging.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 15:45:52</strong>
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				Jared watched quite intently as Drew slid from his lap.&nbsp; A little readjustment, and the boy slipped to his knees before him.&nbsp; The jock had to admit, seeing the boy at his feet gave him quite a thrill.&nbsp; His cock twitched in response, and he wondered if Drew would notice it was because of him.&nbsp; With eyes locked on Drew's face, he watched his motions.&nbsp; Leaning in just under his shaft.&nbsp; He could see the thick meat resting against one cheek as Drew sniffed his scent.&nbsp; It must have been raw and concentrated down there, especially without showering.<br><br>Both hands sat on either thigh, and he tried not to move at all.&nbsp; It was Drew's time to explore him even though Jared would be reaping a great benefit from it.&nbsp; "Mmm..."&nbsp; He gave a soft groan as he felt Drew bury his nose in his hefty sack.&nbsp; His balls were full and ready to unload.&nbsp; "Auugh...nnngh..."&nbsp; He groaned out much louder now as a hand enclosed around his shaft.&nbsp; It throbbed in the boy's hand, a small supply of precum starting at the tip.&nbsp; Jared muffled another groan as Drew peeled his skin back to reveal the shiny, fat head.&nbsp; His eyes locked onto Drew's for a moment as the boy ventured a glance upward.&nbsp; He gave a slight nod in encouragement as words now had failed him.<br><br>A gasp now, quick and heavy.&nbsp; Drew's small tongue made contact, swiping over the very tip.&nbsp; In response, it gave a jerk in his hand, bobbing out of his grip and smearing a small bit of precum just beside Drew's lips.&nbsp; It seemed even his cock had some muscle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 15:52:17</strong>
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				Drew decided to play along a bit. He knew Jared would appreciate it. When the cock moved out of his grip - insanely strong, just like it's owner, he reached back, and grabbed it, giving it a few gentle pumps, before reaching up with his other hand and swiping the small river of precum away with a single finger. "Such a stud," he said, softly, giving another easy, gentle pump. "How many times has this big dick gotten sucked? I bet it's aching for it. For a hot pair of lips to wrap around it . . . be honest, now, I want to know how many times you've . . ." His mind whirred, for a moment. Was he crossing a line? If so, hopefully Jared would play along. "How many times you've wasted this dick on someone else."<br><br>Another pump, and he was leaning forward, this time to run his tongue from the center of Jared's dick, up the turgid shaft in a long, wide lick, until his tongue was slurping off of the tip, and half the shaft's underside was glistening in his saliva. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 15:59:59</strong>
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				Jared ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth as he watched the boy take his cock back in hand, pumping it slowly as he did.&nbsp; Drew wiped his fluid away as if it was nothing, and unexpectedly, began to speak.&nbsp; The words he said were the most surprising though.&nbsp; For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.&nbsp; It seemed to uncharacteristic for Drew.&nbsp; "Auuughh!"&nbsp; A deep moan came as he felt the long lick.<br><br>"Twice."&nbsp; He said roughly.&nbsp; "Twice before this...though..." he smirked, "they couldn't even get halfway down."&nbsp; Jared said, grinning more.&nbsp; He decided to play into Drew's little dialogue.&nbsp; His finger reached down and tipped the boy's chin up, their eyes meeting.&nbsp; "I bet you'll be able to go farther though...in time."&nbsp; He said with a grin.&nbsp; "Stick out your tongue."&nbsp; When Drew did, Jared swiped a large glob of his own precum from the tip and deposited it on the boy's tongue, trailing his finger out and over Drew's lips.&nbsp; "How do I taste?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 16:09:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew did not need to answer, verbally. The question was answered pretty obviously when he wrapped his lips around Jared big, calloused finger - taking it into his mouth and sucking on it like it was . . . well, the comparisons were clear. He took it in, all the way to the knuckle, sucking on it longingly as he looked up at Jared, doing the best impersonation of the cock-hungry boys that he'd seen on the internet. When Jared withdrew the digit, he looked up at him, and - doing his best to sound forceful, growled, "Too good. I don't want you wasting this anymore. If you get off . . . I want it to be with me. Not your hand."<br><br>Then, satisfied with his own sexy talk and show of enthusiasm, he decided to bridge the gap. Taking Jared firmly in one hand, he leaned down, and unceremoniously wrapped his lips around the thick, bulbous head. His lips were stretched wide, and the member felt heavy against his tongue. All the tastes were swirling around in his mouth, and combined with the scent, the whole experience felt intoxicating. He could practically feel Jared's heart beating through the pulsing in his dick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 16:18:09</strong>
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				He grinned a most devilish grin at the response he got, and was surprised again at Drew's response.&nbsp; "I promise, but..."&nbsp; He began to say as Drew lowered his head, lips wide as they slipped around the head of his cock.&nbsp; "Mmmmgh!&nbsp; I...augh..fuck...I usually jerk it once a day...just so...augh...you know."&nbsp; He said, finally falling silent.&nbsp; His head fell back as he took in the feeling of Drew's lips around his cock.&nbsp; It gave another few jerks in the boy's mouth, but it was going nowhere due to the tightness of the lips around it.<br><br>Jared began to pant now, not heavily, but his breath was coming quicker.&nbsp; "Oooh...ooh baby..."&nbsp; He groaned as he looked back down at Drew, taking in the sight of him now.&nbsp; His lips were tightly wrapped around his cock.&nbsp; It sent a tingle to his balls, and he knew that was the sign that this was the beginning.&nbsp; If it went like usual, he would have maybe five or ten minutes before he was blowing his load.&nbsp; He didn't move with Drew on his cock, at least he didn't move his hips.&nbsp; The jock did, however, reach down and gently caress the side of Drew's head, fingers rubbing through soft hair again, and after a moment, he spoke.&nbsp; "Nnngh...can you...take more, baby?"&nbsp; He said, half asking, half pleading.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 16:37:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew had always regarded sucking dick as a largely submissive action. A show of your affection and loyalty to someone. But there was a certain power in it, too. He had Jared so within his power - needing him, desperate for him. Was this how Jared felt normally, with him? This intoxicating feeling of being needed? No wonder he craved it. There was something so incredibly intimate in it. So warming. At the jock's request, he slid down a little ways. The cock was almost hitting the back of his throat, now, and he was only about five inches down. If he tried to go any further, he'd set his gag reflex off. Still, Jared didn't seem to mind. <br><br>He wrapped one hand around the base of Jared's shaft, beginning to stroke it tightly, and brought the other one down to fondle the big, swollen balls. They were so heavy. He needed to taste them. He pulled off of Jared's shaft, replacing his mouth with a tightly gripped hand before the jock could complain, and began to slide his way down to those massive orbs. They were beautiful, hanging low down over the bed. <br><br>"God, I love these," he murmured, as he leaned down and ran his tongue luxuriously over one, then the other. Then, stretching his mouth as wide as he could, he took one of them into his mouth, sucking on it hard, passionately, rolling it on his tongue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 16:54:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He bit his lip, watching as Drew slipped further down on his shaft.&nbsp; He was just an inch or two shy of being halfway down upon it.&nbsp; Jared didn't expect him to really go any further than that.&nbsp; His words were only meant to toy with him before, but he wasn't quite serious.&nbsp; He knew he was bigger than average by more than a little, so he understood there would be difficulty in dealing with such a behemoth.&nbsp; More moans followed this action, deep, guttural, coming from deep inside the jock as if his cock was doing the moaning.&nbsp; Drew's hand came up to wrap around the remaining portion of his shaft, stroking it lightly.&nbsp; "Mmmf...f-fuck..."&nbsp; He said softly, enjoying all that the boy was doing for him.<br><br>He felt another hand grasp at his balls.&nbsp; Another gasp came from his throat.&nbsp; Drew would find out later that his balls became particularly sensitive while he was aroused.&nbsp; Squeezing them in such a state would be more painful than normal, and pleasure...that was also heightened.<br><br>The kneeling boy seemed to be intrigued by his large sack, pulling off his cock.&nbsp; Jared didn't put up much of a protest.&nbsp; Both of Drew's hands took over where his mouth had left off, and his mouth dove for his low hanging nuts.&nbsp; They were quite large, matching the general size of his cock and overall form.&nbsp; He gave a big smile when Drew voiced his love for the two glands.&nbsp; "You can play with them whenever you want, baby.&nbsp; I really like it, too...just so you know."&nbsp; He said, petting over Drew's hair again.&nbsp; A wet tongue lapped at the loose skin of his sack, feeling for a heavy orb within.&nbsp; He watched, wide eyed as Drew stretched his mouth open, sucking in one of his balls.&nbsp; He grunted in slight discomfort as it passed the boy's teeth, but after that it was a sea of warm moisture rubbing over it.&nbsp; It must have barely fit in the boy's mouth, the diameter of the gland being just a tad bigger than that of his cock.<br><br>His cock pulsed heavily in Drew's hands as he toyed with Jared's balls.&nbsp; It made him produce more precum and pushed him closer to unloading.&nbsp; "Nnngh...s-soon, Drew..."&nbsp; He said softly, biting his lip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 17:08:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew didn't have to ask how much longer Jared had. It was written all over his face that he was about to come. Too bad for him, because Drew wasn't ready yet. He'd only had time to pay attention to one of the jock's balls, and still wanted to get back on his dick. He'd read a bit about delaying orgasm, and he decided now was as good a time as any to try it. He slid off the ball that he currently had in his mouth, moving over to the other one, giving it the exact same treatment. Moving the hand from the tip of the jock's dick, he wrapped it around the other ball he'd just had in his mouth, and clamping his lips down, gave each orb a light, careful tug. This would delay the orgasm for a bit, and give him a little more time with Jared's anatomy. <br><br>He continued to worship the testicle in his mouth, loving it's weight and what it symbolized in Jared's masculinity. Finally, he felt satisfied, as he was ready to wrap his lips around Jared's member, and send him over the edge. Drawing his tongue all the way up, from the base of the shaft, then taking a moment to rub the member against his face, he finally wrapped his lips around the tip and dove back down, burying the same five inches into his mouth. He wanted Jared to cum, now. He wanted to drink it down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 17:21:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't going to last much longer.&nbsp; The attention to his balls was hitting him just the right way.&nbsp; He knew that if Drew took the other into his mouth, he wouldn't last until he was done with it.&nbsp; "Ahh...D-Drew..."&nbsp; He called out softly.&nbsp; The other boy paid him no mind though, instead taking the other orb between his lips to suck on.&nbsp; He hadn't really noticed the hand leaving his cock until it wrapped around the ball that had just been in Drew's mouth.<br><br>Jared's eyes widened as the tug came.&nbsp; Even careful as it was, it sent a jolt through him.&nbsp; "Nnyaagh!"&nbsp; He gave a muffled cry, his body shaking slightly.&nbsp; His impending orgasm backed off then.&nbsp; A soft whimper came from his lips just after.&nbsp; He couldn't believe he made the noise actually, but Drew literally had him by the balls, the most sensitive area of his body, especially so when he was turned on.&nbsp; The jock never remembered a time when he felt power or control slipping.&nbsp; It was odd, but not all together bad.&nbsp; If there was someone he would allow such things to happen because, it would be Drew.<br><br>The boy seemed satisfied with the work on Jared's balls as he pulled off of them.&nbsp; Each now gleamed with saliva.&nbsp; They began to pull up closer to his body, the sign of an orgasm coming, and they each knew it.&nbsp; A long lick from Drew's tongue, and his lips descended upon the jock's member again.<br><br>"Nngh...nnn..."&nbsp; Jared began to groan, the sucking becoming too much for him.&nbsp; It hadn't been a full minute that Drew had his cock back between his lips that the shaft gave a mighty jerk.&nbsp; "Agh...aaagggghh!"&nbsp; Jared grunted out quite loudly through gritted teeth as he began to unload.&nbsp; The first jet of cum spewed out and barreled hard against the back of Drew's throat.&nbsp; The jock's muscles tensed as it began to happen.&nbsp; Warm shots of cum spewed out rapidly, one by one, and Drew would now find out how much the jock could actually produce.&nbsp; His balls were big for a reason.&nbsp; The spewing lasted nearly a full minute, gush after gush of semen flowing into Drew's mouth.&nbsp; Jared's eyes clenched shut, his head falling back as his mouth hung open in a silent moan.&nbsp; He'd lost the ability to use his voice halfway through.&nbsp; It was probably the best orgasm he'd ever had to that point.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 17:32:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew was going to make note of how sensitive Jared's balls were. It would take some getting used to - the whole 'submission' thing. He and Jared were going to have a long talk about that. But if he knew a way to shift the balance of power . . . well, all the better. Jared wasn't the only one that liked the thrill of dominance every once in a while. Drew didn't have long to think about it, though. Soon enough, Jared was orgasming, and it was more impressive than Drew could have ever considered. Big, full, powerful spurts erupting from his thick cock - one after another after another. So much that Drew actually had to work to drink it all down. He'd never imagined that humans could come this much. <br><br>When he pulled off of Jared's dick, finally, the jock's chest was heaving, and he was breathing heavy. Drew continued to stroke idly at his member, still hard, though softening quickly, trying to milk as much seed out of him as possible. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 18:04:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He eventually lolled his head forward, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at Drew.&nbsp; Hands continued to gently squeeze and milk his softening cock, stray drops of cum oozing out of his slit only to be licked up by the other boy.&nbsp; "Mmf...Drew..."&nbsp; He called out softly, grabbing each of the boy's wrists and pulling his hands away from his cock.&nbsp; After just coming, his dick was quite sensitive, almost to the point of discomfort.&nbsp; He'd allow Drew free reign over his body after that moment passed.<br><br>Jared stood slowly, using his grip on Drew's wrists to gently push him back.&nbsp; He descended upon the boy, pushing him back onto the floor.&nbsp; The jock was on all fours over him, leaning down quickly to kiss his boyfriend ravenously.&nbsp; His tongue jolted into the other boy's mouth where he tasted his own seed. Funny enough, he hadn't thought about that.&nbsp; It was the first time he was tasting himself.&nbsp; It wasn't great, but not bad either.&nbsp; Salty with a hint of sweet.&nbsp; He let his body fall slowly, pressing his chest against Drew's.&nbsp; The larger boy pulled back for a moment, nuzzling the collar bone of his boyfriend.&nbsp; "Thank you, baby."&nbsp; He muttered.&nbsp; "That was the best."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 18:12:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew moaned softly as Jared kissed him, parting his lips enough to allow Jared free reign, before wrapping his arms tightly around his bulky torso and holding him close, a hand coming up to gently stroke through his lover's hair. He'd never felt this close to someone before. Never known himself capable of doing so. He closed his eyes, focusing on all of the sensory experiences of holding Jared like this. The scent of sweat and cum. The feeling of Jared's body - moist with sweat, on top of him. The rhythm of his heartbeat, and the wet slide of Jared's shrinking member rubbing against his thigh, still slick with saliva. <br><br>He made a small, groan-like noise from within his chest, and nodded softly. "I can't imagine someone as beautiful as you would want me," he muttered, "you're . . . the most attractive person I've ever met. It's .&nbsp; . . such an incredible compliment. That you could find me attractive."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 18:21:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He could help but chuckle again.&nbsp; Drew was not so confident in himself.&nbsp; Jared would have to help him with that.&nbsp; He laid a few kisses on the collar bone just below him before pulling back with a smile.&nbsp; His hand moved up, brushing some hair aside that had fallen over the boy's forehead.&nbsp; "I have a confession to make."&nbsp; Jared said.&nbsp; "I really like the fact that you're smaller than me...I...it makes me feel needed."&nbsp; He said, his expression turning uncertain as he was unsure if Drew understood.<br><br>"If..."&nbsp; He began before sighing.&nbsp; "If you were like me...muscular, big..."&nbsp; He sighed again.&nbsp; It was sounding awful.&nbsp; "...you wouldn't need me...to protect you, I mean.&nbsp; I feel good knowing I can keep you safe."&nbsp; He said, biting his lip.&nbsp; There was more to it than that, but he was unsure if he should go into that part just yet.&nbsp; He also felt more powerful with Drew.&nbsp; His strength seemed to shine in comparison to the other boy.&nbsp; He liked that too, and he definitely enjoyed the idea of exploiting such a notion.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if Drew would be receptive to it or not.&nbsp; He didn't want to make Drew feel worse.&nbsp; Something like what he had in mind might be counterproductive to giving Drew some self-esteem.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 18:39:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucky for Jared, Drew knew that there was more to it than that. He just didn't know how to approach it. Part of him just wanted to jump into it, whole-heartedly. Then again, that part of him might very well drown. No, this might take a bit more maneuvering. A bit more caution. "You know, I like the fact that you're bigger than me, too. I like feeling safe with you. I like . . ." It was now, or never. He doubted he could just summon up the nerve to talk about this over dinner. Now, when they were both relaxed, was as good a time as he would find. "You know . . . I noticed that you kind of . . . you like the power too, don't you? You like being stronger. Like being in control."<br><br>Mind whirring, again. "You know, after we got together . . . I spent a lot time on the internet. Reading . . . stuff. There are some guys that are kind of into the same thing - the power exchange. Masters and Slaves . . . that sort of stuff." He paused, testing the waters. "I kind of like that stuff too, y'know. Submitting. Having you . . . in control. Don't get me wrong, it's terrifying . . .&nbsp; but I don't think it has to be. I . . . I'd like to explore that kind of stuff. With you. Kinky stuff. If you want." He was blushing up a storm, now. Time to backpedal. "But I need to set some conditions. Some big ones."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 18:49:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He let a smile reappear on his face when Drew voiced his liking to his size.&nbsp; That was good.&nbsp; He figured as much, but hearing it was an affirmation that probably needed to happen at some point if they were going to continue.&nbsp; His worrying over the other part, Drew seemed to already be aware of.&nbsp; He said nothing, only nodding slowly as he looked down at his boyfriend, the smile collapsing on his face.&nbsp; He waited until Drew was done speaking and waited a moment longer.<br><br>"Okay.&nbsp; I understand.&nbsp; I want to explore it with you too.&nbsp; Would you...show me the stuff you found online?&nbsp; I'd like to know more."&nbsp; He said softly, letting his finger idly rub along Drew's ear.&nbsp; "I'm listening.&nbsp; What are the conditions?"&nbsp; He spoke after.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 18:56:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew nods, softly. He would show Jared what he'd found. But he needed to be sure of a few things first. "My conditions are . . . first, and most important . . . I need you to be able to tell me that you love me. No hesitation. Complete certainty. I need you to mean it. And I'm willing to wait however long that takes. I need to be able to trust you completely - to know that . . . that I'm really, truly safe when I give myself to you. We need to figure out a system for when to go into that . . . 'mode' I guess. I have a few ideas." He blushed at that. "And . . . I need to know what it is that you want to do."<br><br>He felt Jared ease up a bit, and he used the instance to crawl out from under him, and go to his computer. After entering his password, he brought up his browser history. "Some of this stuff . . . well, most of it actually . . . it's kind of kinky. Is that alright? You won't . . . won't think I'm a freak, or anything?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 19:09:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared understood.&nbsp; He nodded to each condition, and spoke at the end.&nbsp; "I understand, and...I'm not sure when it will be, but...I know some time, I will be able to say it.&nbsp; I'm just not ready yet."&nbsp; The jock said truthfully.&nbsp; He was impressed by how much Drew had thought about this kind of stuff.&nbsp; "I would need to see some of it.&nbsp; I have a few ideas, but...I'm not certain."&nbsp; He said just before Drew crawled from under him and moved to his computer.<br><br>The larger boy followed, draping an arm over Drew's shoulder and rubbing his ear again with his thumb.&nbsp; He watched the other boy click here and there, bringing up a few websites.&nbsp; Some offered explanation while others offered examples.&nbsp; Jared's eyes widened at some of it.&nbsp; He knelt down beside Drew and leaned in closer.&nbsp; There were several pictures, many of which Jared could see the power difference in.&nbsp; Some had men kneeling down before standing men, others were tied up.&nbsp; There was a picture of one man's tongue out, lapping at another man's armpit.&nbsp; Jared found himself drawn to it.&nbsp; He barely heard his boyfriend speak as his mind was racing.<br><br>"Huh...oh..."&nbsp; He said, looking over at Drew.&nbsp; "Baby...if you're a freak...then so am I."&nbsp; He turned and pointed to the screen, particularly the picture of the man licking at the other's pit.&nbsp; "I want to do that...I mean you...you know what I mean.&nbsp; Not now, but...later, you know.&nbsp; What else is there...to do, I mean?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 19:19:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew was really quite grateful that Jared was aware enough not to immediately jump into saying it. He wouldn't have accepted it, anyway. This way, though, they had time. So much time to get to know each other, to trust each other, before anything . . . well, 'perverse' happened. He continued to scroll through the pages. More kneeling. Sucking cock. Taking it in the ass. Body worship. Then came one picture. A petite young man, on his knees, his face buried in the furry butt cheeks of a larger man. The picture after that, a boy . . . well, drinking from his Master. Drew's eyes got a little wider, when they got to those two, and he scrolled quickly past them.<br><br>The back of his neck was bright red. He wasn't sure if he'd wanted Jared to see those. To know the depths of what he fantasized about. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 19:29:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Like Drew, Jared's eyes were glued to the screen.&nbsp; The pictures whizzed by almost too quickly for him.&nbsp; Each one held something delightful though other than the pit licking, he didn't find anything particularly kinky.&nbsp; He knew about oral and fucking.&nbsp; Licking and rubbing other parts of the body certainly weren't, at least for him.&nbsp; More pictures scrolled by, but Drew seemed to linger on two in particular.&nbsp; The first got Jared's attention.&nbsp; It was one guy licking, or what he assumed to be licking, at the others ass.&nbsp; In a split second, the image of Drew lapping at his furry crack passed through his head.&nbsp; It seemed so dirty...but it thrilled him.&nbsp; To make another person do that.&nbsp; Yeah, he could get into that.<br><br>The next picture nearly floored the jock.&nbsp; He couldn't believe his eyes.&nbsp; The boy kneeling was drinking...drinking urine from the man standing over him.&nbsp; His cock jumped upon seeing it.&nbsp; Jared had never considered that before.&nbsp; It had never even crossed his mind.&nbsp; Again, it was thought of as dirty, but...at the same time, the power he would have...making someone drink his piss.<br><br>Drew sped by them quickly, but Jared wanted to look at them more.&nbsp; "Wait...go back."&nbsp; The boy seemed reluctant.&nbsp; "Drew...please.&nbsp; Go back."&nbsp; He ushered him again until they got to the pictures.&nbsp; "Stop.&nbsp; There."&nbsp; He pointed to the guy drinking.&nbsp; The jock didn't know how to continue.&nbsp; "That's...pretty different."&nbsp; He began, testing the waters with Drew.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 19:44:53</strong>
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				Drew gulped softly, and nodded. "Yep." He didn't know what to saw. His hand still hovered over the mouse, seeking to lead them away from this picture. His face was hot, and red. "Pretty different." He glanced over at his boyfriend. Jared's dick was hard. Of course it was. The other boy was kinkier than he had given him credit for. He was really getting into this idea. "S-so, I was thinking," Drew said, trying to make himself sound calm, and relaxed. "I was thinking that we'd have, like&nbsp; . . . a code phrase. To switch gears, y'know. Maybe you could look at me and say something like . . . 'you looking at me, geek?'" He lowered his voice, in a paltry imitation of Jared's voice. "And I'd just say 'Yes, Sir' or something. So we know . . . so I know when you mean something, and when you don't."<br><br>He pursed his lips. "And . . . and I want our first time to be . . . us, y'know? No role-playing." He couldn't even believe he was having this conversation. His eyes drifted back to the screen. "You . . . want to do that, huh? You want to do all of this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 19:54:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a few more glances.&nbsp; To the screen, toward Drew, back to the screen.&nbsp; Jared was quite aroused by the images.&nbsp; He couldn't help it.&nbsp; The jock turned back to Drew when he changed the subject.&nbsp; His idea sounded good.&nbsp; It made sense though he did wonder why Drew picked something like that for him to say.&nbsp; "You want me to talk to you like that?"&nbsp; Jared said, his voice very soft.&nbsp; He tried to hide the enthusiasm in his voice.&nbsp; Speaking in such a way already made him feel quite powerful.&nbsp; He had to even say such things when dickheads at school were acting like morons.&nbsp; Doing so to Drew in a sexual context...well, it would give more than his ego a stroke.<br><br>"I don't see why we would have a role anyway, Drew.&nbsp; If I like this stuff...and you like it too...why do we have to pretend?&nbsp; I'm a dominant guy, and you already said you would enjoy submitting.&nbsp; There's no need to role-play.&nbsp; It will come naturally."&nbsp; He said to the boy.<br><br>When Drew turned his attention back to the screen, he began to look rather meek.&nbsp; He nodded slowly, glancing back to his boyfriend and hoping it wouldn't be too freaky for the other boy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 19:59:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew pursed his lips. He'd have to be careful, here. This was tricky territory. "When you're dominant over me . . . you're going to want to humiliate me. To control me. To make me blush, and do things I wouldn't normally do. If it's all real . . . real submission, real dominance . . . it's scarier, you know? Infinitely scarier." He swallowed, hard. He shook his head. "I don't know, Jared . . . if it's real, how do I know how to tell things apart? Is it you telling me to . . . to drink your piss, or is it a persona? And if it is you . . . how could you ever care about someone whose willing to unabashedly do those things? I'm not saying that I'm opposed, it's just . . . it's complicated."<br><br>He reached up, and ran a hand through his hair, down to his neck. The piss-drinker in the photo had a collar. "It would be . . . so hot. To have you talk down to me. Control me. Make me . . . make me serve you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 20:11:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down for a moment.&nbsp; Drew made a good point.&nbsp; He never wanted to hurt him.&nbsp; Never really wanted to.&nbsp; If he humiliated him, it would only be for them.&nbsp; He didn't want to pretend to do it.&nbsp; "I understand, but..."&nbsp; He started.&nbsp; "...just because I would do those things to you...doesn't mean I think any less of you.&nbsp; Why would I think less of you?&nbsp; Why wouldn't I care for you?&nbsp; I could turn that statement around."&nbsp; He said.<br><br>"How could you care for someone who would do those things to you?&nbsp; I know what you're saying.&nbsp; We just have to be able to see the difference.&nbsp; We have to know that when I talk down to you, it's not because you are anything less than you are.&nbsp; It's because you like to hear it.&nbsp; It's because I like to say it.&nbsp; It's because both of us can share this kind of thing with each other without anyone else to pass judgment."&nbsp; He explained, taking a rather deep sigh.<br><br>He reached a hand up to rub the back of Drew's neck.&nbsp; Jared smiled at him, turning his head to look him in the eye.&nbsp; "It would.&nbsp; I would love for you to let me do that with you."&nbsp; He chose those words specifically.&nbsp; It wasn't all him taking control.&nbsp; Drew had to let him have control.&nbsp; That's how it had to work.&nbsp; "Do you think...ever...at some point, you would do that?"&nbsp; He nodded to the screen.&nbsp; "I mean, drink my piss?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 20:19:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew conceded, sighing softly. He looked up at Jared, and carefully leaned up to press his lips to the bulky male's, before turning back to the computer screen. "When it happens . . . I'll do anything that you ask me to do." He left it at that. "But if I want to turn off the raunchy talk, I reserve the right to do so. Plus, you never know." He grinned. "I might want to play dominant sometimes, too." He reached down, to grope Jared's still-hard member. "I wonder if you could deal with that, huh? Big man, being controlled by the smaller?" He winked. "Though, I doubt it would be anything like that stuff. Or very often." He closed the browser, and stood up.<br><br>Jared was still towering over him, his member hard once more. Drew took it, and slapped it lightly against his own stomach. "I think all of this talk has excited you, huh?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 20:27:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He greatly appreciated the kiss and returned it eagerly.&nbsp; It lent a more comfortable atmosphere apart from the serious nature of the subjects they had been talking about.&nbsp; He accepted Drew's answer.&nbsp; He wouldn't push the subject further even though his curiosity was on fire.&nbsp; "Of course.&nbsp; I will stop if you ever want me to."&nbsp; Jared reassured.&nbsp; He did cock an eyebrow when Drew teased about playing dominant.&nbsp; The jock actually blushed at that.<br><br>"I don't know.&nbsp; I would be willing to try."&nbsp; He answered as Drew closed the plethora of pictures and stood.<br><br>The jock laughed softly as Drew slapped his large member against his flat stomach.&nbsp; "It has.&nbsp; I can't help it.&nbsp; I'm a jock with raging hormones, so there's not much I can do."&nbsp; He smirked down at Drew.&nbsp; "Having fun?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 20:35:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew smirked. He pushed lightly on Jared's chest, guiding him back over to the bed. He sat down next to the larger boy, settling himself underneath the larger male's massive arm, reaching a hand down to stroke up and down his thigh. "What do you want to do now? If you're the dominant one, you need to start learning how to guide me . . ." He nuzzled at the jock's chest. "How do you want to relieve this . . . tension?" he traced one finger up and down the length of the other boy's shaft, before sliding down to play with his heavy sack once more. This was probably his favorite part of the jock's body. He could play with those two orbs for hours. Of course, he loved almost every inch of Jared that he'd thus far explored. Perhaps it was too early to be declaring a favorite. <br><br>[[Gonna have to be offline for about an hour and a half or so. Thanks for a fun Saturday morning. ;)]]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 20:44:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared let himself be guided back to the bed, Drew taking a seat next to him.&nbsp; His arm was pushed up to allow the smaller male to shift under it.&nbsp; A hand found his thigh, stroking it slowly and getting dangerously close to his new erection.&nbsp; His lips curled into a grin, his arm curling to thread fingers through Drew's hair.&nbsp; "I thought you wanted to wait.&nbsp; I don't want to rush anything for you."&nbsp; He said, a slight groan floating out after.&nbsp; One finger teased up and down his shaft before the hand dove down to begin playing with his heavy sack.&nbsp; Drew rolled his balls around in his palm, hefting them up a bit and then letting them drop before tugging on them slightly and giving them a gentle squeeze, all of which Jared loved.<br><br>He turned his head, kissing Drew's temple before moving to his ear.&nbsp; The jock began to whisper.&nbsp; "Let me know if it's too early..."&nbsp; He said before changing his tone to one of a deeper nature.&nbsp; "...does the little geek want to stroke off my big cock, hmm?&nbsp; I bet you do."&nbsp; He tested, letting the tone be set.&nbsp; It was all he was going to say.&nbsp; I mere test between the two of them.&nbsp; He hoped it wasn't too much or too soon.<br><br>[[No problem!&nbsp; Glad you could go back and forth with me.&nbsp; I love it, and yes, it's much fun!]]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 04:17:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The corner's of Drew's mouth twitched. Then, without warning, he was giggling wildly, first bringing his hand up to his mouth to try and cover this, then giving up when it was obvious that he wasn't going to be pulling the wool over Jared's eyes. He leaned in, and pressed his forehead against the jock's bicep, nuzzling him affectionately. "Heh-heh-heh, I'm sorry . . . it's just that . .&nbsp; .&nbsp; I dunno. You're still so nervous about it. It was . . . it was just kind of adorable, actually." He bit his lower lip, to stifle the chuckles. "You just need some practice. You need to get comfortable with it. In the mean time . . ."<br><br>He moved up from the jock's balls, wrapping his hand around the massive cock, and giving it several long, luxurious strokes. "I think I can figure out what to do on my own." He began to give Jared a handjob, much the same as the first. He loved the warm feeling of having Jared's manhood in his hand. Feeling it pulse, and throb, and ache for relief. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 04:28:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sat dumbfounded for a long moment while Drew practically burst out into giggles.&nbsp; Jared frowned and let his shoulders sag a bit.&nbsp; He had really thought it might have been okay, but now he was wondering if he was going to be good at that sort of thing at all.&nbsp; The jock gave a silent nod and tried to focus on what Drew was doing with his hand.&nbsp; It did feel good despite his pride taking a hit.&nbsp; He tried to forget it for the time being.&nbsp; "Auungh..."&nbsp; He groaned out, his cock jerking again in Drew's hand.&nbsp; The other boy was able to hold onto it this time though, having practice from before.<br><br>Jared turned his head and leaned in to begin nibbling on Drew's ear.&nbsp; He let his teeth graze the top portion, sucking it into his mouth and letting his tongue taste the flesh there.&nbsp; Drew would hear his moans much more clearly while he was doing so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 17:05:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew immediately felt bad, when he saw Jared's shoulders sink, and knew that his giggling had hurt the jock's feelings. While taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of the jock's warm breath and teasing mouth over his ear, he decided that he might as well try and repair some of the damage. He dropped down off the the bed, resuming the spot that he'd taken when he was blowing Jared, looking up at him with the best submissive gaze that he could muster. "It's just a mental game. Look at me down here. At your feet. Isn't that were a little geek boy fag like me belongs? Don't you deserve to have a smaller, weaker male worshiping your big, fat manly cock?"<br><br>He couldn't believe he was saying this. But he could see that it was having an effect on Jared. He went with it. "Just let that feeling take over. Let yourself become it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 17:26:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched, silently again, while Drew slipped away to sink down to the floor before him.&nbsp; Jared really enjoyed him in that position.&nbsp; His boyfriend looked up at him after, the words that came striking him in just the right way.&nbsp; The jock gave a soft sigh before leaning down.&nbsp; He brought one hand up to caress along Drew's hair as he liked doing so much.&nbsp; His eyes were soft for a moment, but his gaze soon grew in intensity.&nbsp; It was almost like being out on the field.&nbsp; Nothing stood in his way out there, not even the other team.&nbsp; His fingers began to grip hard on the other boy's hair, taking it firmly in his hand and giving Drew's head a firm but not so gently jerk back.<br><br>"That's right, faggot.&nbsp; Now I want you to wrap your petite little lips around my fat cock and show me just how much of a fag you are."&nbsp; He very nearly growled out.&nbsp; It was working rather nicely, for him at least.&nbsp; Drew's advice was good.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 17:37:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The jerk hurt. He hadn't been prepared for that. He grit his teeth, and looked up at Jared. The other boy's gaze was harder, much more intense. It was kind of terrifying. He cowered before it. But, even still, there were two aching cocks in the room. Slowly, the smaller male leaned forward, and pressed his face against Jared's member, for the second time that evening. The boy's natural musk was tempered now by the smell of his saliva, and the cock was still slightly moist from the last time he'd wrapped his lips around it. He did not waste any time now, as he took the head of the cock between his lips, and slid down a bit, beginning to bob slowly on Jared's cock. <br><br>Something about the action had changed, just so. There was a profound sense of submission to the action, now. He was Jared's. He was serving Jared. The thought both aroused and confused him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 18:03:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Drew leaned forward and began to wrap his lips around Jared's throbbing member, the jock eased up a bit on his grip.&nbsp; He hoped deep in the back of his mind that what he had done was not too soon, but his jock machismo needed a small repair.&nbsp; His force and dominance over Drew seemed to do just that.&nbsp; His fingers never left the boy's hair though.&nbsp; They remained entangled in the dark hair though now they allowed more movement of Drew's head.&nbsp; <br><br>Jared swallowed cautiously, thinking if he should risk more of the dominant speak.&nbsp; His mind was wanting to try a little more, so he risked it while watching his boyfriend suck on the first five inches of his cock again.&nbsp; "You like the taste of my cock, faggot?&nbsp; That's what a <em>real</em> man's cock looks and tastes like."&nbsp; He said, though inside, he winced just a bit.&nbsp; After the fuss that Drew gave over thinking he was inadequate, it was sort of an unintended poke toward that.&nbsp; Still, his cock gave a heavy jerk and spewed more precum into Drew's mouth because of it.&nbsp; He only hoped Drew didn't mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 18:23:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The comment did sting a bit, but he knew better than to take it personally. After all, he kind of agreed with it. Jared had a huge, beautiful phallus. A real man's cock. He was just the skinny little faggot that was to worship it. As he sunk into the mindset, he found himself sucking Jared's cock much more lavishly. He wrapped his hands tightly around the length that he couldn't take, and began to slide up and down more intensely, moaning occasionally as he felt hot spurts of precum flow onto his tongue, felt the member throb in his mouth. He looked up at Jared, into the hard, masculine gaze that the other boy was giving him. He tried to sink into his own role. The submissive cock-sucker. He thought about how masculine Jared was, how right it was that a less masculine male would serve him, and please him. How much he wanted to please him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 19:03:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He began to give heavier moans as Drew continued.&nbsp; Jared did notice that he seemed to suck just that much more when he spoke as he did.&nbsp; Maybe he was okay with it.&nbsp; "Such a tight fucking mouth...so good..."&nbsp; The jock said, brushing his thumb near the corner of his boyfriend's wide lips.&nbsp; He let Drew suck and lap at his cock for another few moments before he spoke again.&nbsp; "Suck my balls, fag...lick 'em nice and good.&nbsp; Show me how much you want my jock cum."&nbsp; He said in a deep, husky tone.<br><br>Jared reached down to grasp at the base of his cock, pulling it away from Drew, and after it was free, the jock did something unexpected.&nbsp; He, gently at first, slapped the head against Drew's left cheek, smearing saliva and precum there.&nbsp; "Fucking fag..."&nbsp; He muttered, getting quite into the dominant mindset now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 22:13:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew didn't reject that action. Instead, he turned his face, exposing his other cheek for Jared's dick, feeling it slap there as well, smearing him with the fluid from the jock's dick, before moving down to his sack, running his tongue over the boy's balls in long, flat strokes, pressing his nose into them, opening his mouth wide enough to take in one orb, in the the other. His hands were clawed tightly into the bed sheets, and he could feel Jared's dick resting on his forehead, as he worshipped his balls. He was starting to feel fatigue. His jaw ached, and his lips were numb. He pulled off of the jock's balls, and gripped his dick, pointing it at his face.<br><br>"Paint me, Sir," he moaned, softly, ready to take a facial from Jared, "paint me with your hot jock cum."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 04:29:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just watching Drew worship his cock and balls was enough to send him far along the way to another powerful orgasm.&nbsp; He began to moan deeper and less regularly.&nbsp; That familiar tingling in his balls was back.&nbsp; Just hearing Drew utter those words made his cock throb powerfully.&nbsp; He was not accustomed to being called 'sir,' but he liked it.&nbsp; He would make sure to talk to Drew about that later, to make it more of a part of their play.&nbsp; The other boy didn't have to wait long.<br><br>"Aaggghh...y-yeeeah!"&nbsp; Jared growled out through gritted teeth as another torrent of cum began to gush out of his cock.&nbsp; This time, however, it was not captured by Drew's mouth.&nbsp; Instead, it began to streak his face.&nbsp; The first shot splattered just left of his nose, hitting and splattering all over his cheek.&nbsp; The remaining shots hit his cheek, lips, and chin with the excess oozing down his skin, falling to his chest and dripping down that part of his body too.&nbsp; When it was finally over, Jared had enough energy to gently grip Drew's hair again and pull his head back a bit before guiding his dripping head between the boy's lips.<br><br>"Clean me up, fag..."&nbsp; He said in a panted, husky tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 04:42:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew did, without hesitation, but once that task was done, he was ready to clean himself up. The facial had been a temporary moment of inspiration, but now that that moment had passed, he was worried about some of it dripping off of him into the carpet. He walked over to his desk, half-blind, and grabbed some kleenex, using them to wipe the jock's sperm from his face. "See, not so hard." He said, in between swipes, before throwing a bundle of it down into the trash bin. He smiled at Jared. <br><br>"Did it work? I mean . . . did you enjoy it?" He delicately walked over to Jared, sitting down next to him on the bed, and leaning in to carefully rest his head on the boy's bicep. If they weren't both stark naked, it could almost have been interpreted as a shy gesture - contact, but not too close. A very delicate, subdued kind of affection. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 04:48:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sat silently, breathing heavily.&nbsp; His chest visibly rose and fell with his head drooping down and his eyes closed.&nbsp; Jared could hear Drew move after he had cleaned up his cock.&nbsp; When the boy spoke from a few steps away, he cracked one eye open to look at Drew who was busy wiping cum from his face and chest.&nbsp; Jared didn't answer quite yet.&nbsp; He only closed his eye again and remained motionless as he breathed.&nbsp; He heard Drew moved back to him, the bed shifting as he sat down.&nbsp; A soft head of hair leaned in to rest on his bicep.<br><br>Jared suddenly lifted his head, the arm Drew was leaning on moving to encircle the smaller boy and pull him in tight.&nbsp; The jock leaned in to nuzzle the side of Drew's head and smell his hair and scent.&nbsp; "It did.&nbsp; I enjoyed it more than I thought.&nbsp; Thank you, Drew...I mean...I hope I wasn't too harsh."&nbsp; Jared said in a tone much the opposite of what he used during their experimentation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 05:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew closed his eyes, and let himself give into the feelings of being held. Sexy dominant fun time Jared was alright. But this was -his- Jared. The one that he wanted. The one that, despite himself, he was bordering on needing. Power and gentleness. That spoke to him lightly, and handled him tenderly. He inhaled once more, and wrapped his arms around that bulky torso, squeezing himself tightly into his boyfriend. "Can we talk about how much I don't want you to leave?" he murmured. "Do you think one of these fridays you could just stay here? Or I could stay at your place?" He pushed himself off of Jared, and began to gather up their clothes, knowing that Jared would have to leave soon. <br><br>He wasn't ready for that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 05:32:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had to admit that he was enjoying the time with Drew.&nbsp; Jared had only his past few girlfriends to compare to, but nothing before felt like that.&nbsp; The jock couldn't help but chuckle.&nbsp; He shifted on the bed, moving back and then leaning down to lay on his side.&nbsp; He pulled Drew down with him after, pulling him tightly against his chest so they were in the spooning position.&nbsp; The larger male laid a gently kiss on the small shoulder in front of him before trailing them down to Drew's neck.<br><br>"I know how you feel."&nbsp; He said with a grin, his arm wrapped tightly around Drew to hold him close.&nbsp; The subject of staying at his place was more than a little uncomfortable for him, but he seemed to dodge that for now.&nbsp; "I'll stay here.&nbsp; How about next week?&nbsp; I have a game, but after, we can come back here."&nbsp; He gave Drew's hair another light sniff.&nbsp; "I might even consider not showering again for you."&nbsp; He laughed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 18:16:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew elbowed him lightly, at that. "Better not. Don't want you picking up any bad habits." He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling Jared's warm breath on his neck. Then, cautiously. "So, you're really worried about your place, huh? And letting your family know? I guess I can understand - I mean, I'm not excited about having - that- talk with my own family. Not scared by it, or anything, just . . . not excited, either." He rolled over, reaching to rub Jared's tummy languidely. He liked that he wasn't solid muscle guy. It gave him a cuddly, somewhat affable edge. Drew wasn't trying to make Jared uncomfortable by bringing up the topic of his family - rather, it just seemed like something that they should discuss. <br><br>"No hurry, of course. Just . . . take your time."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 18:37:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared laughed, squeezing his boyfriend tighter.&nbsp; "Oh, I don't know.&nbsp; Once in a while wont hurt.&nbsp; Besides, you like it, and I like making you happy."&nbsp; He said with a smile, a slight yawn creeping out as he did.&nbsp; When Drew mentioned his home, his smile deflated into a frown.&nbsp; The larger male closed his eyes and clung to the smaller male a little tighter.&nbsp; The jock didn't say anything until Drew rolled over and began to rub his fuzzy belly.<br><br>"I'll tell them...I will, just...not yet."&nbsp; He grew quiet again and then nuzzled his face into Drew's neck and shoulder.&nbsp; "I'm scared."&nbsp; He said, showing a side that rarely anyone ever saw.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 21:57:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew brought his arms up, wrapping them gently around Jared's neck and shoulder, and holding him close with a hand behind his head. He stroked his fingers through the other boy's hair, gently. This was something he enjoyed, very much. Just as it was deeply comforting to have Jared hold him, so it gave him a small charge to be the one holding Jared - to comfort him in his moments of weakness. He leaned down, and pressed his face into, kissing him gently on the head, continuing to stroke him. <br><br>"I know. It's okay, love . . ." The word sounded awkward in his mouth. He never was one for pet names. At least, not giving them. Still, it felt like he should give one to Jared. He'd have to work in it. "We'll work at it together. There's no rush." He breath deeply, exhaling warm breath over the top of Jared's head. "I like holding you like this," he muttered, feeling himself become very relaxed. They very well might fall asleep, like this. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 23:35:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared gave a soft hum of acknowledgment in his deep tone as he laid there holding on to Drew.&nbsp; It was so comfortable.&nbsp; He found himself unwilling to move even though he should head home.&nbsp; Home was the furthest thing from his mind though.&nbsp; He didn't remember falling asleep, but soon enough, his chest was rising and falling silently with his arms still quite firmly wrapped around Drew.&nbsp; The giant had fallen into slumber, and right then, he honestly needed it with all that he had processed over the past hour or so. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 00:38:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They were both terribly irresponsible, when it came right down to it. Clothed, at least, but here they were - both passed out on top of Drew's bed, with the door not even locked. Drew clung to Jared, who responded in turn. Needless to say, when Drew's mother and grandmother got home - grandmother first, they were quite confused by the strange truck outside of their home. Grandmother would have even ignored that, had it not been for Jared's letterman jacket still sitting on the couch. Edith Smith (Drew's mother's maiden name) was a stout, formidable woman - as close to 'one of the guys' as one could come, without being a guy. She was not concerned by the strange presence apparently still dwelling in their home. This was the same truck that had been picking Drew up for school. <br><br>But she was curious. She moved quietly down the hall, to Drew's room, and cracked the door a bit. <br><br><em>"Wow,"</em> she thought to herself, <em>"didn't see that one coming. And he's a big one, too. Didn't think that would be Drew's type."</em><br><br>Edith had seen practically everything there was to see, and her grandson's homosexuality didn't bother her in the slightest. Just a minor surprise as far as she was concerned. She did worry about her daughter, though. Poor thing tended to make a fuss out of the littlest deal. She'd have to have a talk with her when she got home. <br><br>And she did. She stopped Lois in the living room, the stern, middle-aged woman already questioning who the strange truck belonged to, and why he saw fit to leave it outside of <em>her</em> home. Edith explained the situation in as plain terms as she could, and Lois blanched. <br><br>"But he's . . . he's <em>here?</em> They haven't-"<br><br>"I don't know what they've done, and I don't want to know. It's certainly none of my business. Or yours."<br><br>"But I'm his mother, I-"<br><br>"Hon, Drew's a big boy. We might as well just think of how we won't have to worry about him knocking any girl up and be happy with that. Plus," she paused, thoughtfully, holding the jacket in her lap, "he looks handsome. Big into football, too. Who would have thought?"<br><br>That night, Lois Coeyman did not look in on her son, and his lover. And she was not there the next morning, waiting in the living room for the two to wake up, and to walk out. Edith, however, was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 01:43:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned slightly as he slipped back into consciousness.&nbsp; His eyes opened, blinking many times to get his vision more to a point where he might actually be able to see.&nbsp; Jared twisted his neck to the side, a slight popping coming as he did so.&nbsp; Sleeping in that position with his boyfriend had apparently not been so comfortable for his neck.&nbsp; He looked at the clock nearby, the time showing that it was actually thirty minutes before school was going to start.&nbsp; "Shit!"&nbsp; Jared said in a soft groan.<br><br>The jock looked down at Drew who was still asleep in his arms.&nbsp; It brought a smile to his face, but he had to wake him.&nbsp; He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against his right cheek.&nbsp; "Baby...wake up..."&nbsp; He said in a rather gentle voice while his arms gave the warm body he held a firm squeeze.&nbsp; "We're gonna be late."&nbsp; He continued.&nbsp; He probably wouldn't have time to shower that morning, but he could always do that after weight training class when he was going to be in the gym anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 15:30:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew placed a hand to his forehead, and groaned softly. Mornings were not his best time, and he was not in the habit of waking up quickly. "Ugh . . . piss." He shook his head slightly, running a hand through his touseled bed-head. "Oh, shit," he said, a little more seriously, his boyfriend's words starting to sink in. "Right, okay. We'll get you out of here. I'll take my car today, I need a little more time to get ready than you, and I can miss a class." The words were whispered, in case someone was still lingering about the house. He slid off of the bed, and turned to Jared.<br><br>"We'll have to sneak you out of here," he muttered quickly, leaning up to press a kiss on Jared's cheek, waiting a moment for the jock to get all of his things together, before opening the door to his bedroom and stepping out. They moved silently down the hallway, until they came to the living room. Edith was sitting on the couch, watching CNN, with Jared's coat folded neatly on the back the recliner. She turned to them, and smiled. "Morning, you two. Sleep well?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 16:13:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The jock quickly gathered his things, slipping his shirt back on in the process.&nbsp; He couldn't help but move up behind Drew and wrap both arms around him, bringing his lips and nose down to a neck and shoulder.&nbsp; Jared gave a soft kiss before whispering to him.&nbsp; "Thank you," he simply said, leaving it a little open ended.<br><br>Each of them slipped down the hallway.&nbsp; Jared had to make a short stop off to grab his jacket in the living room as well though he had contemplated just leaving it for Drew.&nbsp; He decided against it though.&nbsp; Best not to rush something like that.&nbsp; It may rise questions at school he wasn't yet ready for.&nbsp; As they both rounded the corner, Jared stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide as he stared at the woman seated on the couch.&nbsp; His jacket was neatly draped on the back of the recliner, not where he had left it the night prior.&nbsp; His expression immediately turned to one of cold stone.&nbsp; He had to be strong.&nbsp; "Uhh...morning."&nbsp; He muttered, unsure of where this would go.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 15:37:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew froze shortly behind Jared. His heart was pounding in his chest. His mouth was dry. "M-morning," he said, the word practically having to crawl over his tongue, and past his lips. He almost had to force it out. They had been found out. Caught. How could he have been so careless? And a more important question - what was to happen now?<br><br>Edith, to her credit, seemed hardly concerned. When Jared crossed the living room to retrieve his jacket, she held out her hand friendlily. "Edith, son. And you are?" Her light grey eyes settled on him, seemed to look straight through him. She was kindly enough in appearance, and her touch was gentle, but firm. She'd had a lot of experience staring men down, and looked as if she didn't even notice or consider Jared's size, or the fact that his hand was twice as big as her's. "I trust we'll be seeing a lot of each other."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 19:50:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared was quite surprised, but took her smaller hand as manners dictated.&nbsp; He shook it slightly though never looked her in the eye for fear of appearing more vulnerable than he already felt.&nbsp; "Umm...y-yeah.&nbsp; I guess."&nbsp; He said, rubbing the back of his head and moving slowly back to Drew.&nbsp; He slipped the jacket on, pulling it tightly around him and said no more.&nbsp; He was really unsure what more he could say, but left the talking mostly to Drew as it was his grandmother.<br><br>He did want to give the other boy an encouraging hug, but he felt sort of paralyzed at the moment.&nbsp; He didn't want to make the situation anymore uncomfortable, so he opted just to stay close to Drew.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:37:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew understood is dillemna. He had never imagined he'd see Jared this nervous, or this awkward. Part of him wished that he was able to reach over and comfort his boyfriend, but under this level of scrutiny it would most assuredly be noticed. And he wasn't sure if he was comfortable making physical contact with Jared under the eye of someone else. Especially not this someone. Edith, to her credit, seemed perfectly blasé about the whole affair - smiling politely, her cool eyes watching Jared with careful consideration. Drew stepped forward.<br><br>"Gran, this is Drew. My, uh," <br><br>"I know, hon." <br><br>Drew's hand reached up to rub the back of his head. "Oh, uh. Right."<br><br>"So, Jared - you gonna carry us to state, right son? I don't think I could stand it if those McCallum rich boys made it and we didn't."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 01:53:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was an odd thing to have someone defending him even though that's not really what Drew was doing.&nbsp; It did feel like Drew was taking the lead though.&nbsp; Jared just felt kind of...out of his element.&nbsp; He'd never been in a situation like that before.&nbsp; What made it more confusing was the fact that Edith, Drew's grandmother, seemed rather unconcerned.&nbsp; So much so that she began to talk about things that Jared felt were rather irrelevant to the situation.&nbsp; He was expecting...well, he wasn't sure what he was expecting.&nbsp; Probably anger...yelling...something negative.&nbsp; Worst case scenario, she would call the police to report that he'd raped her grandson.<br><br>Instead, what he got was an inquiry to the state of his high school football career, specifically that year and if he would bring the team to the state finals.&nbsp; He shifted on his feet, feeling a little uncomfortable.<br><br>"Uhh, gonna try.&nbsp; It wont be easy, but...uhh...I think I can do it."&nbsp; He said, playing up his own ability even in their current situation.&nbsp; There were some things a jock just didn't change.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 01:46:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew smiled. It was a little hesitant, but genuine, as far as Jared could tell. "Ever the modest one. Gran, Jared needs to be getting to school." He stepped forward, and bumped Jared lightly with his elbow. The older woman's smile turned wry. <br><br>"And you don't?" <br><br>It became obvious that Drew was herding Jared in the direction of the door. He didn't even stop moving to speak.<br><br>"No, course not. Brilliant, remember? Don't need no book learnin'."<br><br>Edith leaned back on the couch, and reached for the remote. She spared one final moment to look at Jared, giving him one final nod. "Well, good to meet you Jared. Look forward to having you around." Drew shut the door behind them, and led Jared gently down the walkway. When they were near his truck, he paused, and reached out to wrap his arms tightly around his boyfriend's waist, giving him a firm hug.<br><br>"Well, uh . . . there's one hurdle, eh? I'll go back and . . . talk to her. No worries. Sorry this had to be the way your day started."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 17:46:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared cut his eyes to Drew when the elbow poked him in the side, but he got the meaning of the gesture.&nbsp; "Uhh, yeah.&nbsp; Don't wanna be late."&nbsp; He added to Drew's comment though the woman seemed to see right through their little charade.&nbsp; She looked right at him and gave a pleasant farewell which Jared returned with a smiled nod and simple wave.<br><br>They were both outside in record time with Drew following just behind him until they reached his truck.&nbsp; He turned around to be embraced, and the jock returned it tightly.&nbsp; Jared risked a kiss to the other boy's head before speaking.&nbsp; "It's alright.&nbsp; At least she knows now."&nbsp; He said softly, rubbing a hand up and down Drew's back.<br><br>"Will I see you after school?"&nbsp; Jared inquired.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 04:41:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew pulled back from Jared, and nodded softly. "Yeah, of course." His hand traced down, to touch the larger boy's, before sinking back into his own pockets. He gave a small smile. "And don't think this means I won't be riding with you, from now on. Just for today." He turned, and walked back up the walkway, and back into his home. <br><br>His grandmother said nothing to him, continuing to watch her program. He went to his bathroom, showered, then changed into fresh clothes. On his way out the door, his grandmother said, without looking at him, "He seems nice."&nbsp; <br><br>He tilted his head slightly, before nodding. "Yeah. He is." <br><br>And he was out the door. Driving his own car to school felt weird, and he made it a point to park next to Jared, when he got there. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 22:38:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared gave a soft smile, knowing that later that day, he would be seeing his boyfriend again.&nbsp; He thoroughly enjoyed the night before, even if it was laced with some rather serious topics of conversation.&nbsp; The jock had begun to embark on a rather curious journey with Drew in more than one way.&nbsp; He was uncertain of many things, but with Drew, he was certain that they would be all right.<br><br>"I know.&nbsp; It's probably better today anyway.&nbsp; I'm sure you want to speak to your grandmother alone."&nbsp; He said, reaching a hand up to gently cup Drew's chin for a moment.&nbsp; "Gotta go.&nbsp; I'll see you later, baby."&nbsp; He said and climbed into his truck to race off to school.<br><br>The morning went off as usual until he was in the locker room after weight training.&nbsp; He'd finally been able to take a shower.&nbsp; If he'd waited any longer, the musk that he and Drew seemed to love would have turned to flat out pungent BO, and that was something he didn't want to happen.<br><br>The jock stood in front of his locker, pulling his fresh clothes out that he always kept there.&nbsp; A few lockers down, another boy and member of the football team was also changing and almost finished.&nbsp; It was Kenneth Becker.&nbsp; Not a bad player, but he wasn't on Jared's level.&nbsp; He was strong enough for the team and contributed well to many of their victories.&nbsp; Right now, he was giving Jared a rather intense look.&nbsp; Jared was oblivious at the moment.&nbsp; He was slipping on his jockstrap.&nbsp; Just as he reached into his locker to grab his jeans, a hand slammed into the metal door and crashed it shut nearly taking his hand with it.<br><br>Jared gave Kenneth a startled look.&nbsp; "What the fuck, man!"&nbsp; The dark haired boy said.&nbsp; Kenneth only smiled.&nbsp; "Sorry, Jared, man.&nbsp; Just fuckin' with ya.&nbsp; Ready to kick some ass on Friday?"&nbsp; Kenneth inquired.<br><br>Jared grinned, popping his locker back open and grabbing his jeans.&nbsp; "Sure thing.&nbsp; We're going to pound those fuckers into the ground."&nbsp; He said, pulling the denim up and popping the button through the loop before zipping up the fly.<br><br>"So...whose the twerp you're hanging around with lately?"&nbsp; Kenneth asked, slipping around Jared to lean against the lockers and stare him down.&nbsp; His arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the reaction on Jared's face.&nbsp; For a split second, the jock tensed but then looked up into Kenneth's face.&nbsp; "He's a friend.&nbsp; His name's Drew, and he's helping me with my math.&nbsp; If I don't keep my grade up, I'll be benched for the season."&nbsp; Jared explained calmly.<br><br>He slipped a shirt on, the fabric hugging his thick chest and arms.&nbsp; Jared was not letting on much about the intimate relationship he had going on with Drew.&nbsp; He wasn't ready to come out with that yet, and it really wasn't any of Kenneth's business anyway.<br><br>"That's not what some of the others are saying."&nbsp; Kenneth said, looking and sounding like a rather devious species of vermin.<br><br>"Who are these 'others' and why are they worried about me and my friends?"&nbsp; Jared asked back, looking directly into Kenneth's eyes, his arms hanging at his sides and flexing slightly.&nbsp; The jock began to resemble a rather annoyed cat who was fluffing up to look threatening.<br><br>Kenneth backed down though.&nbsp; "Easy man.&nbsp; I'm just letting you know the rumors.&nbsp; No sweat off my balls what you do."&nbsp; He said before turning and walking toward the exit.<br><br>Jared eyed him the entire way until he disappeared out the door.&nbsp; When Kenneth was gone, he looked back at the locker with gritted teeth, breaths heaving through them.&nbsp; Suddenly, he pulled back and punched right into the locker door next to him, the metal creaking under his fist and denting inward slightly.&nbsp; Jared pulled back to find his knuckles bleeding.&nbsp; "Shit..." He whispered, the pressure of the possible conflict releasing.<br><br>The jock hurried to finish dressing, wash his injured hand, and wrap it lightly in a loose bandage.&nbsp; No one would really question him since he could pass it off as a football injury.&nbsp; Well, no one except maybe Drew.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 02:18:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jared wasn't the only one finding out that word traveled quickly, in high school. It was Clarissa who decided to break the news to him that there had been 'talk' regarding the two of them amongst the drama students - many of whom were convinced that they were two star-crossed lovers, tangled up in destiny's cruel knot. Some had even speculated that the two of them had entered into some sort of suicide pact, to take their own lives in the style of Romeo and Juliet. Perhaps it was because Drew had thicker skin for such things, perhaps because he had less to lose, or perhaps just because the morning had gone so swimmingly for him - Drew let the rumors roll off of his shoulders easily, and effortlessly.<br><br>"But, I mean, what if it gets really serious? What if some of the guys on the football team find out?"<br><br>Drew was sitting in art class, frowning at his canvas. The incoherent blob staring back at him was -not- what he had intended. <br><br>"So what if they do?"<br><br>"What do you mean 'so what?' What if they like, target you, or him, or something?"<br><br>"'Target?' Geez, it sounds like you're worried about them placing a hit on us."<br><br>Clarissa groaned, exasperated, before flopping into the seat next to him. He reached up, and pushed a lock of dark brown hair out of her eyes, he lips pursing slightly. <br><br>"They might as well. Listen, all I'm saying is you might want to . . . I dunno, stay away from him for a while. Least until the rumors die down."<br><br>Drew looked at her, before a moment, before turning back to his canvas. Then, with a voice perfectly clear, in an almost off-handed manner, he spoke.<br><br>"Clarissa, I'm not going to stay away from my boyfriend. That would kind of be missing the point."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 07:47:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed that lunch couldn't come quick enough.&nbsp; After weightlifting, it had been math, and the minutes passed entirely too slow for Jared.&nbsp; The minute the bell rang to signal lunch, he was up and already out the door with his bag.&nbsp; He'd nearly forgot about his hand though there was a painful reminder as he opened the cafeteria door.&nbsp; "Mmgh.&nbsp; Fuck!"&nbsp; He said under his breath though he didn't let it slow him down.<br><br>A few minutes passed where he made his way through the lunch line, grabbing a burger and fries as he went, and Jared moved out into the slowly filling lunch room.&nbsp; He found the table that Drew and he had usually found themselves at over the past few school days with no lack of looks from other students.&nbsp; It had slowly become less and less awkward for them to be seen together there, but it probably had gotten to a point where they were definitely being noticed given that Kenneth had given him some strange warning in the locker room.&nbsp; He wasn't going to worry about it though.&nbsp; Drew would be there soon, and his day would look brighter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 03:13:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew sat down next to Jared, beaming slightly, completely unaware of his boyfriend's discomfort. "Heya, Jared," he said, unusually chipper, setting his lunch tray down and pushing his book-bag underneath the table, before sitting next to the larger boy. He'd just picked up his plastic knife and fork, preparing to dig into the chicken on his plate, when his eyes locked with Jared's. The larger boy seemed off, somehow. Distracted. "Something wrong?" he said, softly, tilting his head to the side.<br><br>He had not really considered the effects of his actions. After all, they'd agreed to be open about their relationship, if it came to that. He had no intention of hiding anything. Of course, perhaps Jared was not quite as ready as he was, not quite as heartened by the incident that morning. Drew didn't touch his shoulder, though the urge was strong. He knew there were eyes on them. Knew that Jared wouldn't want that kind of attention, not just yet. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Something Vague (Ryven and Tsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 23:47:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey,"&nbsp; he said softly in greeting to his boyfriend.&nbsp; Jared was quite happy to see him, but the earlier incident had left him a bit distracted.&nbsp; He picked at his food, eating a bite now and then.&nbsp; It didn't look like he had lost his appetite, but his usual tradition of shoveling the food quickly into his mouth was not present.&nbsp; Drew seemed to notice this, and Jared wasn't sure he was ready to bring it up with the boy or not.<br><br>"Nothing,"&nbsp; he said, looking down at his tray.<br><br>That didn't seem right though.&nbsp; He couldn't hide things from Drew.&nbsp; It was hard enough establishing trust between them in the bedroom.&nbsp; He didn't need to begin keeping things like this from him.<br><br>"Actually,"&nbsp; he started. "There is something.&nbsp; Kenneth Creed.&nbsp; I don't know if you know him or not.&nbsp; He came up to me in the locker room."&nbsp; Jared said, keeping his voice soft.&nbsp; "He, uhh...he said people have been noticing us...together, I mean."&nbsp; He paused, swallowing the food in his mouth which seemed like a monumental feat.&nbsp; "I think the guys on the team know something.&nbsp; Either that or they're making shit up because they see us together."
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