After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)
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				Title: <strong>After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 18:27:16</strong>
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				The sound of a slamming door was heard reverberating through the moderately sized two-story home, muffling out the voice of an older woman who was yet again angered.&nbsp; Elijah rolled his baby blue eyes, bringing the receiver back up to his ear after flipping a few raven colored locks away.&nbsp; "Sorry, Sam.&nbsp; My mom is being a bitch again."&nbsp; The person on the other end, Samantha, would be heard chuckling.&nbsp; She was Eli's best friend from school, and they would often be seen together both during and after class.&nbsp; "Well, I hope you can still get away tonight.&nbsp; There's a bangin' party you should go to."&nbsp; Her voice said from the beige plastic receiver in the boy's small hand.&nbsp; His opposite hand grasped the base of the phone with a cord connecting the two.&nbsp; The device was a relic of times past, but the young man's mom could not be bothered to update the phone, much less anything else, when it worked just fine for her.&nbsp; "I don't care if she finds out...I'm ditching tonight."&nbsp; He said into the phone, his voice taking on the slight haughty tinge of teen rebellion.<br><br>Eli was convinced he had been born into the wrong family.&nbsp; His parents were super religious with a heaping spoonful of over-protection for their children.&nbsp; He was the second oldest in a family of four children along with being the only male child.&nbsp; The boy's mother had always been protective of him, sheltering him from nearly everything.&nbsp; His hair was really the only symbol of individuality he was able to keep though he had to nearly threaten his mother to get her to let him keep it a couple years ago.&nbsp; It was barely categorized as short length as it hung down to his neck and over his ears.&nbsp; In the front, it could hang down enough to cover one eye if he decided to go through the hassle of styling it as such, but right now it sort of hung this way and that in a bit of a disheveled manner.<br><br>His clothing was utterly boring, however.&nbsp; Eli's wardrobe consisted of plain t-shirts of varying 'normal' colors, jeans, two pairs of sneakers, plain white socks and white briefs, and a couple of button down shirts with black trousers which were reserved for church.&nbsp; It was like living in a creative dead zone with his mother, and he hated ever second of it.&nbsp; She had to approve of everything he read or watched on television, and it has gotten to the point now where he has lost the drive to even look for new books or shows.<br><br>"Try not to get into too much trouble then, Eli.&nbsp; Oh...gotta go, babe.&nbsp; See you tonight!"&nbsp; Samantha said hastily as she ended the call.<br><br>The teen let the receiver fall from his ear still wrapped in his fingers.&nbsp; He gently set it back on the base of the phone with a heavy 'thunk.'&nbsp; He set the phone down on his desk where it filled one of the only empty spaces.&nbsp; The boy's room was typical for a teenager of his age though it lacked the posters on the wall or any sort of video game system let alone a television.&nbsp; He did have a computer which filled the room with its ambient hum most of the time because he hardly used it save for school assignments.&nbsp; There was no point in trying for anything else because his mother had put a block on any fun websites.<br><br>His 5'7" form moved over to his bed where he unceremoniously fell onto it, rolling his slender body over to stare up at the ordinary white ceiling.&nbsp; He brought a finger up to pull a stray bit of charcoal hair away from his eye as he just laid there, and he did that for the better part of the evening, moving around his room now and again.&nbsp; There really wasn't much for him to do until 10 pm that evening when he was going to make his move.<br><br>Eli's mother usually went to sleep around 9 pm, so it was easy to sneak away after that time, and since his bedroom was on the ground floor, he could easily use his back yard window.&nbsp; There was no need to pack anything as all his 'fun' clothes were kept at Sam's place.&nbsp; Her parents were not religious Nazi's when it came to that sort of thing, so she agreed to keep it all there for him.&nbsp; The boy had been buying various things he liked for the past year, ever since he started sneaking out during the night, and tonight, he'd be putting on his best outfit for a good night on the town.<br><br>A soft grunt escaped his full, pink lips as he hefted the heavy window up.&nbsp; It creaked and moaned slightly as it moved upward to allow the boy's escape, but soon, it settled in its open position where he meticulously moved his thin fingers down to push out the screen.&nbsp; It fell silently to land on the soft, green grass below, and Eli couldn't help but smile.&nbsp; It was always a thrill when sneaking out late at night for him because it seemed something so foreign to him.&nbsp; He bent down, slipping his upper torso through the open window frame, looking down at the ground about five or so feet below.&nbsp; He pulled himself up a little, using his hands to pull on the window frame outside until his butt was firmly planted on the sill.&nbsp; His left leg came through easily, bending to the side until it was out where the boy let it hang for the moment.&nbsp; Eli brought his right leg up then, curling it toward his chest as his foot planted itself on the sill of the window.&nbsp; He grunted again which only came out as a slight sound from his throat.&nbsp; He brought his right hand up to help push his foot through.&nbsp; This was always the hard part because it seemed Eli's bent leg was still a small bit bigger than the opened window.&nbsp; It always took some shimmying to get it to pull through.&nbsp; "Ahh...nngh..."&nbsp; He grunted again softly, pulling on his foot, and with one last, hearty pull, his leg came through.&nbsp; However, it was not unscathed.<br><br>A searing pain tore through his knee as the rough wood cut through his faded blue jeans leaving a ragged edge.&nbsp; A line across his knee was pink and scratched with the beginning of small blood droplets forming.&nbsp; "Fuck!"&nbsp; He spoke in a rather perturbed loud whisper.&nbsp; Eli was out, however, so the hard part was over.&nbsp; He bent down to grasp the screen he'd pushed out only moments earlier, leaning it up against the plain white exterior of the house.&nbsp; His small hands came together to brush the dirt and grime away before he began to head away.&nbsp; He walked cautiously through his back yard, turning to look behind him at the second floor windows of his house.&nbsp; His mother's room was on the right at the top, and the light was out which let him know that his escape attempt was successful.<br><br>It was maybe five minutes before he got to Sam's place.&nbsp; It was a smaller house a couple of streets over, and her front door was already open.&nbsp; The girl's parents were usually upstairs out of the way or already in bed by this time, and ever since she turned 18, they really didn't care what she did as long as she was responsible.&nbsp; Eli pulled the metal screen door open, listening to its movement produce a slight creak from the spring up top.&nbsp; He stepped into the small living room which had an eclectic feel to it.&nbsp; None of the furniture matched, and there were a plethora of art pieces on the wall.<br><br>Same came around a corner to the right with a smile appearing between cherry lips.&nbsp; She was almost fully dressed to go out in a short black skirt which came down to just above the knee.&nbsp; Above, she wore a black leather corset with vertical panels of dark blue set into it.&nbsp; Her fiery red hair was curled in front while being tied in a ponytail in the back to fall down to mid back.&nbsp; Her build was a little on the heavier side though not overly so.&nbsp; She looked healthy as Eli had told her before when asked by her.<br><br>"Hey, boy!&nbsp; Come on, get ready!"&nbsp; She said with a wide grin and bubbly attitude.&nbsp; The boy followed her back into her room which looked as if a woman's clothing store as well as fully equipped make-up counter had exploded inside.&nbsp; "I like your outfit.&nbsp; You planning on picking up a boy tonight?"&nbsp; He asked with a devious grin.&nbsp; She rolled her eyes while checking her make-up in the mirror, watching out of the corner to see what Eli was pulling out from his supply of clothes.<br><br>Eli moved to her closet where he kept a box of his 'fun' clothes as they both referred to them.&nbsp; He bent over to look inside, reaching a hand in to rummage through its contents.&nbsp; His other came up to brush his black hair behind his ear while looking as it had fallen down to obscure his view.&nbsp; The boy soon pulled out a small black jacket with no sleeves and a high collar.&nbsp; It had a melange of leather buckles and straps at the front which hung down making it look like some demented straight jacket.&nbsp; That was followed by a pair of thigh high black and white striped socks and a matching pair of fingerless, arm length gloves.<br><br>The teen proceeded to get ready, pulling his boring, faded red shirt over his torso, exposing his mildly tan flesh which was the color of very light coffee.&nbsp; He attributed this being part Latino though it was not a very large part, just enough to make his skin naturally a shade or two darker.&nbsp; His chest was thin with the slightest hint of pectoral muscle, however, his abdomen and midsection was smooth and flat.&nbsp; Eli's shoulders were not very broad but rather small and unimposing.&nbsp; The boy pulled the jacket up and slipped his arms through the arm holes before buckling the bottom two clasps in the front and leaving the rest undone to expose the top half of his chest beneath.&nbsp; His hands moved skyward, grasping the collar around his neck and popping it upward.<br><br>His jeans came next as he unbuttoned them, shimmying his hips a bit to let gravity bring them to the floor.&nbsp; One foot stepped on the other while he pulled his feet free from the sneakers he had on, leaning down to pull his plain white socks off.&nbsp; He grasped the black leather shorts, stepping into them carefully before pulling them up his slender legs and over his snug white underwear.&nbsp; They were fastened at his waist with a single buckle.&nbsp; The two pieces together left a bit of flesh revealed between the jacket bottom and waistline of the shorts.&nbsp; <br><br>"You might get yourself a boy wearing that."&nbsp; Sam said while still looking in the mirror at the boy getting dressed behind her.&nbsp; Eli chuckled softly as he moved to sit on an unoccupied spot of her bed, taking the long, striped socks in his hand.&nbsp; He rolled first one then the other up his legs, watching as they came to stop an inch or two just below the shorts.&nbsp; The gloves came next, and he rolled them on with no problem.&nbsp; They covered his arm up to mid-bicep, leaving the flesh between there and the sleeveless jacket exposed.&nbsp; All Eli needed now was footwear.<br><br>He stood once, more admiring himself in the mirror just as Sam was doing.&nbsp; The shorts hugged his rear nicely, and the striped gloves and socks only seemed to accentuate his appendages as he moved them.&nbsp; The jacket also hugged his sides, making good use of his slender physique.&nbsp; The teen moved back over to the closet, procuring a pair of ankle high black boots which he slipped on his feet and buckled the three straps of each to hold them snugly on his feet.&nbsp; Sam raised an approving red eyebrow and curled her crimson lips into a smile.&nbsp; "I like it.&nbsp; Ready?"&nbsp; She asked, pushing up on her bosom while looking in the mirror to make sure they were correctly in place. <br><br>"Just a minute."&nbsp; He said, moving to the small attached bathroom.&nbsp; Eli began to style his hair in the alluring fashion he always liked, combing the front to hide one crystal blue eye mysteriously while the other lay exposed.&nbsp; By the time he was done, his obsidian hair lay in place, a bit spiky in the back with the front covering one eye. He emerged from the bathroom, and the two moved out of the house to Sam's car.<br><br>It was about half an hour before they reached the club.&nbsp; Sam had parked on a dimly lit street with the harsh orange glow of a street light overhead.&nbsp; They both stepped from the vehicle, Sam taking the lead as she knew where the place was.&nbsp; It turned out that it was not far, in fact only a block away.&nbsp; They crossed a deserted street, and immediately stepped into an open doorway with no other marking than a red arrow pointing diagonally down to the right.&nbsp; It was dark as they stepped inside, but the beat of some techno mix vibrated through the black walls as they stepped down into the obscure club.<br><br>When the reached the bottom, there was a short hallway before a neon sign proclaimed the entrance was to the left.&nbsp; A rather bulky man in a tight black tee stood with arms crossed, arguing with a man about something which Eli nor Sam didn't care about.&nbsp; He did take a moment, however, to push the door open for the two of them, not bothering to check IDs nor ask for money.<br><br>The moment the heavy door opened, the sound of loud beats rang into his ears, and the smell of cigarette smoke invaded his nostrils.&nbsp; It was the first club he'd ever been to, and it was so different from the sheltered life he lived at him.&nbsp; His first impression was...he liked it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 01:33:31</strong>
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				Lance was having a good night. At 'Club Xeno' every night was good, but the musical flavor was better some nights than others and this was one of them. Dressed in nothing but soft black leather that accentuated his long blonde braid and a myriad of tribal tattoos over his entire skin, he was one with the rythm on the floor and at the moment very little else mattered to him. With tight soft leather pants, a tight leather vest, a norse-patterned belt, a celtic amulet, a small blonde goatee and multiclaspet New Rock boots he was either a pride or an affront to his viking ancestors but definitely a descendant. At 6'6 with his boots on, Lance was highly visible on the dancefloor if not exactly unique in his black getup. But there were enough vanilla folks around in slack jeans and blah teeshirts to make him stand out. How many who would guess that he was in his late 30s than his late 20s was unanswerable.<br><br>Normally Lance would studiously ignore the newbie 'visitors' with their arms and legs all over the place, and just silently curse them for carrying beer glasses to the floor where they would be accidentally dropped with depressing regularity. Of course now and then someone would be worth an extra look, if they had some cool moves or hot getup, but that was normally the regulars' territory. Or the fresh meat could be above average tasty... like that redhead there in Levises that were so ragged they were practically just copper studs with oiled(!) skin betweenm and another piece of jeans rag for a top that failed to cover highly tanned and possibly fake breasts. With her style she had nothing to do on a goth night though and she was dancing quite alone. Or that cute emo boy over by the edge of the dancefloor, shuffling his feet in a rythm that set Lance's teeth on edge. A VERY cute emo boy in fact, his goth gear notwithstanding... Lance could already see a couple of other young male flesh afficionados known to him give the fresh morsel long approving looks. Hmmm, perhaps he should give them a little competition. Moving closer he looked down at the newcomer and gave him a flashing grin that revealed several gold teeth. "Hey! Dude! Come on out and move it... if you dare."
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 03:26:34</strong>
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				He followed his friend in, one black booted foot following the other into the dark club atmosphere.&nbsp; It was lit only with the cyan and pink neon signs of various alcohol brands as well as the lasers and sparkling illumination emanating from the dance floor.&nbsp; They moved into the crowd, bodies bumping bodies even off the dance floor as the population inside the club was near the maximum allowed if not over.&nbsp; Several sweaty bodies were lined up at the bar to procure their alcoholic fix, and Sam turned her head, red ponytail flowing behind.&nbsp; She smiled at Eli, nodding her head toward the bar.&nbsp; The teen boy followed, assuming she wanted to grab a drink which she did, and upon reaching the soiled surface of the bar, she set a $10 bill on it while giving her order in a near yelling volume to make herself heard above the music.<br><br>Eli stayed close behind her for the moment, sort of like a young puppy clinging to its mother.&nbsp; He observed the patrons inside 'Club Xeno' while waiting, and many of them seemed uninteresting.&nbsp; Most wore a boring get up of jeans and a tee shirt while holding a beer in one hand and trying to feel up some unassuming girl or guy, depending on their orientation.&nbsp; It did nothing for him, however.&nbsp; They looked like the same plain people who lived near him which reminded Eli of his parents, and that was the last thing he needed when trying to have fun.&nbsp; Sam turned to him then, tapping him on the shoulder probably a few too many times, but when he turned toward her, he found the standard Crown and Coke being thrust into his hand.&nbsp; He opened his mouth to ask what it was, but his voice was carried off by the next song booming out of the many speakers overhead.&nbsp; Sam had not heard a thing, instead walking past with her own drink to find a small table next to the dance floor.<br><br>They found themselves standing next to a small table where each set their drinks.&nbsp; Sam moved a few feet onto the dance floor, immediately beginning to shake her hips and move her arms in rhythm to the music.&nbsp; After a moment, she looked up to see her friend still standing alone at the table, so she moved forward while still shaking her ass to grasp his gloved hand, pulling him out onto the floor with her.&nbsp; He laughed heartily, initially protesting until she forced him out where he slowly began to mimic her actions.&nbsp; His slim hips bumped with her while his striped arms flailed in a manner only befitting a newbie though it still had a sort of graceful allure.&nbsp; After a couple of songs, however, Sam looked to her right to find an old friend who she hadn't seen in a very long time.&nbsp; She raised a crimson nailed hand to wave while letting her mouth take on that open stance as she said a silent 'Hey!' to them.&nbsp; The bubbly redhead leaned in, whispering to Eli.&nbsp; "Will you be alright by yourself?"<br><br>"Um...sure, Sam."&nbsp; He said in a loud whisper next to her ear.&nbsp; She smiled, taking her drink in both hands before slipping away into the crowd and leaving Eli alone with nothing but his drink and the music to accompany him.&nbsp; A few fingers came up to flip his hair back a bit, revealing both blue eyes for now.&nbsp; He enjoyed how the original style looked, but right now it made him a little uncomfortable not having someone familiar around.&nbsp; He sipped his drink for a few minutes, letting the stinging liquid creep down his throat and mingle in his stomach.&nbsp; The boy only had a slight buzz going right now as he'd only drank half of it, setting the rest aside for the moment.&nbsp; He was oblivious to the looks he got from the other men as he moved back onto the floor, testing the moves Sam had shown him though without the help of a partner this time.&nbsp; It must have been at least a little decent seeing as the next thing he heard was a rather deep voice from above speaking to him.<br><br>Eli turned his attention upward to stare at the man who was nearly an entire foot taller than him.&nbsp; His eyes widened and his lips hung in a gasp at first as he witnessed the sheer size of the blond man.&nbsp; He was not dressed like the others, in fact, far from it.&nbsp; The boy's azure eyes stole a glance here and there, taking in the tattooed and leather clad body before him.&nbsp; Eli couldn't recall seeing a man as large.&nbsp; His eyes moved back up to look at the sparkling smile of this stranger though they sparkled because of the precious metal they were made of rather than the pearly white one would usually find.<br><br>"Hi!"&nbsp; He said loudly, accepting the man's offer for a dance.&nbsp; The boy wanted to get out and live, and since Sam was busy, it couldn't hurt to get a few dance lessons from a man who looked to be well versed in the art.&nbsp; "Sure sure..."&nbsp; He said, a smile creeping onto his lips as he let his right hand come up and fidget with his raven hair again.&nbsp; He couldn't deny being a little nervous, but he would likely not get many chances to dance like this, at least not until he was legal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 19:32:30</strong>
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				Ka-ching. Lance backed out a couple of feet backward again, one fingertip on the left hand dragging the boy after him with an anchoring touch under his chin, and two fingertips on the other beckoning slowly in front of his face. His golden grin remained fixed in place. Once out on the floor and after throwing the odd warning glance to give them better room to those who needed it, he began to move his body. Faderhead's 'Dirtygrrrls/Dirtybois' started at the same time, which suited his mood and pace perfectly. But the huge man kept his moves a bit simpler and slower than normal, allowing the boy in front of him the chance to follow them.<br><br>Not that he minded staying on the backburner for a little - now that he could study the boy from up close, it was lucky that his sturdy jockstrap was there specifically to keep his tool in check under the leather pants, or it would have tried to peek out now - the rookie really was gorgeous. And that was a FUCKING hot ass! Lance could think of some saunas where the boy would have been snatched up before he'd even had time to put on the bathrobe. From this point, having a good dance was a lot less interesting than catching this hottie.<br><br>Lance moved up close like a blonde panther while keeping up with the music and shouted into the young man's ear. "Not bad! What's your name then...boy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 00:50:36</strong>
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				Eli followed reluctantly after the tall man who beckoned him with only two fingers.&nbsp; His lithe form covered in black leather and stripped cotton moved with an almost remarkable smoothness despite his inexperience with being in such an environment.&nbsp; The floor cleared a bit to give them both room, and Eli couldn't blame the other patrons of the club.&nbsp; The blond Norse looking male was rather imposing and intimidating.&nbsp; It was no wonder everyone gave him wide berth, but the young man found himself wanting to step closer if only because he was unlike any person he had seen before.<br><br>The boy began to move as his tall friend did, copying each movement with his smaller but able form.&nbsp; He wiggled his ass in the tight black leather of his shorts, and the buckles on his vest gleamed with the changing colors of the lights above the dance floor.&nbsp; The two shook it on the floor for a few minutes before the deep thrum of the man's voice yelled to his ear above the music.&nbsp; Eli turned to look into the man's eyes which were an unidentified color thanks to the dim and changing light of the club<br><br>"Th-thanks.&nbsp; I'm Eli.&nbsp; Who are-"&nbsp; He couldn't finish the statement before another dancer who had already been completely sauced ran into him from behind.&nbsp; Eli was sent stumbling forward into the viking man's body.&nbsp; His face hit the center of the man's chest, the tight leather cushioning his impact against the wall of muscle.&nbsp; Eli's hands found a handle on the man's hips, steadying himself as he looked up at the gleaming smile of his blond towering dance partner.&nbsp; "I'm sorry."&nbsp; The boy said before brushing some dark colored locks out from in front of his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 23:13:16</strong>
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				Lance threw out both of his muscled, slightly hairy arms and caught Eli as he came tumbling, holding him steady by the midriff and quite close with. "Never mind! The peasants are restless tonight!" The viking was grinning and shouting at the same time. "Also, I'm Lance!" He let go again, but only after giving the boy's waist a quick squeeze.<br><br>They danced on. Lance was making sure to catch the boy's eyes aqain and again, adding approving nods and disarming smiles as appropriate - but mostly he was looking for a certain response. His gaydar was howling of course, no straight man would ever wear something like that number, but Lance was still wanting and needing some little sign that his attention was appreciated. A wink, a bulge, some suggestive movement... something he could take for a goahead. The viking was not averse to taking charge but unlike his saltier ancestors he could not bring himself to a surprise assault with bad intentions. For one thing, this rookie was cute - and for another, they sent you in the slammer for that sort of thing these days. <br><br>The music went on, and Lance went on dancing with it - and with Eli. This was not the place to chat someone up vocally, that's what nonverbal communication was for. Nor was it a place to get intimate. He could do something about that though... Eventually Lance made a new come-close motion with his hand toward Eli, then placed a large hand on his shoulder and pulled him up close anyway. "Getting damned hot! How about somethng to drink? There's another, less crowded floor and a small bar down in the cellar!" He pointed to the stairs, but did not mention that it was also almost completely dark, and very popular for people who wanted more... privacy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 08:03:14</strong>
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				He actually caught himself genuinely smiling at the comment.&nbsp; His eyes risked a look up to Lance's face where his golden goatee framed an even more golden smile which almost bordered on predatory.&nbsp; Eli was warmed by the smile though.&nbsp; "It's nice to meet you."&nbsp; He said loudly, trying to get his words out over the loud bass of the music pumping out of the powerful speaker system.&nbsp; The squeeze didn't go unnoticed either.&nbsp; Eli blushed slightly at the touch which was unlike anything he had experienced before.&nbsp; Being close to another man, especially one who was so different than what he was used to, brought feelings out of him that he had never experienced.<br><br>Their little dance party continued.&nbsp; The two seemed to pay no mind to anyone else around them.&nbsp; Just two bodies on the dance floor bumping and grinding.&nbsp; Eli was finding himself letting go more, allowing himself to let his guard down.&nbsp; That was when Lance would get the sign he was looking for.&nbsp; Eli kept his motions going.&nbsp; He followed the older man's lead, mimicking moves this way and that, but Eli kept moving closer to Lance, letting more of his body touch.&nbsp; Lance didn't seem to have a problem with touching him either.&nbsp; That was one thing Eli found most appealing.&nbsp; His slow gravitation toward Lance ended with a large hand finding its way onto his shoulder.&nbsp; That was when Lance suggested they move to a more intimate location albeit it wasn't so much suggested as it was yelled at him over the pounding of the music.<br><br>Eli nodded his agreement.&nbsp; The drink was just a bonus to the idea as he really had had enough dancing for the moment.&nbsp; Yelling over the music was becoming tiresome and frustrating, but that would soon be taken care of with a change of scenery.&nbsp; The young male stepped toward the darkened stairs, his hand scanning over the adjoining rail to hold tightly.&nbsp; He stepped cautiously so as not to fall with a quick look over his shoulder to find the giant wall of a man behind him.&nbsp; His eyes looked out past Lance back into the club.&nbsp; Sam was nowhere in view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 02:39:41</strong>
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				The cock in Lance's jockstraps was fighting to get out. The boy's seemingly random touches and close proximity were driving his senses wild, and it wasn't as if he had bothered to invite anyone into his bed recently. Now however he was ready to write an invitation in golden letters it that was what it took to bring in this stallion to his corral. As it was, he kept his needs in check and avoided the temptation to smash the boy back first in the wall and kiss him hard.... and went no further than to pull an arm playfully around Eli's waist as they walked down the narrow winding stairs.<br><br>Downstairs it was dark, warm and crowded. The music was slow and there were dangerous fumes in the air as Nine Inch Nails fought Rammstein for who could play the oilest song... The only light was supplied by red artificial flamelike candles just by the bar counter, Otherwise it was leather and darkness and hands coming from nowhere to grope where they had no right to be. Lance was familiar to this place and brushed a few hands away while a couple others made it to his butt. It did not matter much to him tonight, he was busy herding Eli toward the bar with both hands lightly on the young man's shoulders. There were many men and women down here in 'Hell' as the room was jokingly called, almost uniformly dressed in leather or pvc or latex and in one case, possibly nothing at all. It was hard to see in this light and that was the whole point. <br><br>He flung a note on the bar and lifted two fingers and was given two unmarked bottles to drink from - "Thunderweather", as the sweet mexican beer heavily spiked with vodka was better known as. He pushed one bottle in Eli's hand and they were engulfed in the dark mass of bodies in a moment. Possibly they were dancing, or shuffling, or walking, or just trying not to be pushed over.. Lance was not complaining because he was being pushed tight against Eli, and now his arm was simply wrapped over the other's shoulders so he could lean down and talk into his ear. "Have a taste, it is great stuff. Only thing they serve in here... but don't have too much at once or I'll have to carry you out of here!" Lance laughed out loud." And you don't want that... or what?" The question was open in many ways. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 18:48:33</strong>
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				His eyes turned down to look at the large arm curling around his waist.&nbsp; Eli then turned to look up at Lance, seeing a smile which he returned.&nbsp; The embrace was not unwanted.&nbsp; In fact, he let his own hand rest just under Lance's with his thumb barely touching the side of the man's fingers.&nbsp; It was a good thing they were so close as they descended into the darkness for when his feet hit the ground floor, it was truly both too much and not enough to take in.<br><br>The darkness was blinding.&nbsp; In fact, the only light came from behind the bar and even that was quite dim.&nbsp; It smelled of cigarettes, sweat, and other unknown scents which were not altogether unappealing.&nbsp; He blinked his eyes as if trying to take in more light but all he could muster was more of the same.&nbsp; Blackness and sweat.&nbsp; Eli let his hand slip up on top of Lance's where his hold became stronger as if to say 'please don't let go.'&nbsp; The atmosphere was intimidating and more than the young man could handle if the large viking was not there.<br><br>Hands tried to reach for him, and Eli began to shy away, brushing his body closer and closer to Lance until he was basically pressed well against the muscled body of his new friend.&nbsp; The heat radiating from him was comforting in the sea of inky darkness.&nbsp; His hand again came up to brush some dark locks away from his face, and when he let his hand fall, his elbow brushed against the man's rebelling cock.&nbsp; Eli simply muttered an apology to Lance, thinking he had bumped his hip.&nbsp; His mind hadn't even considered the fact that Lance was hot over him.<br><br>They found themselves at the bar, and within moments, a cold bottle was in his hand.&nbsp; He did as Lance suggested and brought the spout to his lips, drinking the sweet alcoholic concoction. It was better than Eli had expected.&nbsp; "It's good."&nbsp; He answered, looking down at the bottle then turning his gaze up again to Lance.&nbsp; "You might have to anyway.&nbsp; It's very...crowded down here."&nbsp; Eli commented as they were bumped, touched, and otherwise swept up in the crowd.&nbsp; He wasn't worried though.&nbsp; With Lance near and an arm around him, he felt quite protected and safe in an otherwise hostile environment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 00:35:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess it depends a lot on how close you want to get." The viking smiled down at Eli, noting how his arm was not shoved away and that the boy was standing quite willingly this close to him. When he felt the elbow in his groin he winced for a moment, but it was Eli's elbow after all, and done this gentle it had to be intentional. All things taken together, Lance finally felt safely convinced that they were only playing on the same team, but playing the same game together as well. "As for me, Eli... I want to get even closer." <br><br>Wrapping both muscular arms around Eli's shoulder and waist he pulled the boy inorexably into his own body, and then he leaned down to give the boy a kiss. Lance brushed their lips together briefly, then before the boy might recoil he pressed their soft mouths together for a warm, lingering kiss with his tongue flickering along the boys's lips as if asking for permission to enter. He was tempted to let go and look into the boys' eyes, but did not want to break that contact before he had to - in case it was the only kiss he would get in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 01:27:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could not really respond to the man's next statement before two thick arms wrapped around his waist.&nbsp; Eli was pulled in to the massive frame of his friend, his body dwarfed by the muscled body of the viking.&nbsp; "Ahh..."&nbsp; He gasped though it was lost in the music and noise of the dark room.&nbsp; Eli felt the man's lips brush his own, and he gasped again, louder this time.&nbsp; The rough, bristly hair of Lance's goatee raked across his smooth flesh to incite a shiver down Eli's spine.&nbsp; His own smaller arms reached up to grab onto Lance's broad shoulders, fingers clinging to the man's body.<br><br>As the lips fled for a brief moment, Eli was startled and a little disappointed.&nbsp; It was such a new experience, and he had no time to savor it at all.&nbsp; The bristly warmth of Lance's mouth returned though, lips pressing harder this time.&nbsp; "Mmff!"&nbsp; Eli groaned, his lips parting involuntarily which allowed Lance to let his tongue in.&nbsp; The boy clenched his eyes shut and clung to the man as his mouth was deflowered for the first time.&nbsp; A surge of hormones hit his body along with a torrent of emotions.&nbsp; Fear, elation, and lust were among the most prominent.&nbsp; Eli did not pull away.&nbsp; Whether it was because he was too startled or he was just enjoying it that much, no one could say.&nbsp; Eli wasn't even sure of it, but he was sure that his body was enjoy it quite a lot.&nbsp; His cock had hardened in a matter of seconds, filling what empty space his tight leather shorts had left.&nbsp; He couldn't tell if Lance was aware of his new 'difficulty' but that might not have been such a bad thing if he was.&nbsp; Eli was now very aware of the hard bulge pressing into his lower abdomen.&nbsp; He wanted to touch it so very badly.&nbsp; Fear held him back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 12:36:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lance's lips were in heaven as he felt Eli respond - his back, however, was not happy. It was the usual problem with a lower person to kiss. Fortunately there was a satisfying solution - he did not spend all those evenings per week at the gym for nothing. Grasping Eli's butt with one hand was deeply satisfying by itself, but now he lifted the boy straight up along his body. Feeling Eli's sweet body stroke along his was delicious, especially for his aching cock inside its holsters, but doubly so when he felt Eli's leatherclad bulge against his own abdomen. Strong arms held Eli up as Lance slipped his tongue inside his mouth for a slow deep wrestle, knowing that the boy was letting himself be conquered willingly. And the evening was only beginning.<br><br>Well, actually it was way past midnight. This place was going to be open for a couple more hours, but Lance had lost interest in dancing vertically. He was ready for a lot more horizontal dancing though... Letting go of Eli's sweet lips, he just looked into the boy's clear eyes for a little while, smiling wickedly. "So...do YOU see any reason we hang around here for much longer? I live right nearby." He assumed the boy had been around the block a few times before, considering his hot hot hot outfit. The hand singlehandingly holding Eli up from the floor was groping his sweet leatherclad ass like it was a football, and his other hand was wrapped around Eli's waist - still holding the bottle. "seeing we both are ready for some more fun, I mean..." He rubbed their bulges slowly against each other. "...and we can go only so far in here." Lance whispered in the boy's ear. "Speaking of which... touch me." Then kissed him again, and as eagerly as the first time. And as deeply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 17:37:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmff!"&nbsp; He gasped into the kiss as he was lifted off the ground.&nbsp; Large hands on his butt were used to pull him up along the viking's body, his front adn Lance's rubbing together as he slid upward.&nbsp; Eli's own bulge slipped up along the leather and skin, crossing over the much large counterpart trapped in the tight leather of Lance's pants.&nbsp; He was settled up at face height so he could look the older man in the eyes while their kiss continued&nbsp; His legs which had begun dangling lifted and wrapped around the man's waist to hold further while his arms began to wrap around the tall man's neck.&nbsp; The bottle he held slipped from his fingers as his hands came together, clattering to the floor in a mess.<br><br>Finally parting, Lance looked him in the eye with that smile again.&nbsp; What the man said made Eli chew his lip.&nbsp; He'd never done anything like this before.&nbsp; He thought about his mother which immediately told him to go for it.&nbsp; She never would have let him go out and get this far.&nbsp; Her words of wisdom would do no good here.&nbsp; Sam might be better but she was no where to be found.&nbsp; "Ahhh..."&nbsp; He suddenly gasped as their bulges were rubbed together.&nbsp; Eli leaned in toward Lance, one hand falling from the man's neck to move down his chest.&nbsp; "Y-yes.&nbsp; Let's..um...go."&nbsp; He said softly, just near Lance's ear.&nbsp; His heart raced now.&nbsp; His breathing became rapid as he realized he was going to a stranger's place, most likely to have sex.&nbsp; Eli nodded to the man and moved his hand down further while they kissed.&nbsp; His fingers brushed over the waist of the leather pants for a moment before they began to dig inside.&nbsp; There was no subtlety or finesse.&nbsp; He was eager and wanted to both explore and please.&nbsp; Lance's own hands had been feeling up his ass in the tight confines of his shorts.&nbsp; He was afraid the man might just snake fingers up the pant legs for closer inspection.&nbsp; Not that he could do much at that point, but it would have been awkward for him at least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 14:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There were some things you couldn't even get away with in a club room called 'Hell', so Lance didn't pull down Eli's leather shorts or invite him to an on-the-spot blowjob like he wanted very badly to do. But the huge man groaned when he felt the boy's fingers dig in past the jockstrap. The hard long muscle twitched and threatened to peek out of the pants, which would have been a bit embarrassing even down here. Lance's hand also twitched, which resulted in the boy sliding down to stand on his feet again. The viking grinned to the leatherboy. "Let's get of here before we ice cream our pants, eh?" Lance picked him right up with both hands and put him on his broad shoulders, then rammed through the crown like a very horny ox. Good thing the roof was high...<br><br>At the wardrobe near the exit, Lance pulled down Eli and took a brief hungry kiss before delivering in his ticket. In return he eventually got a long black heavy leather coat; it was full length and with Lance's broad chest and shoulders and long blonde hair he looked like a heavy metal artist. Or Thor. But the heavy hammer he was wielding was once more secured in the jockstrap. As he buttoned up the coat he glanced at the boy; "If you got any loose ends to tie up before we go, then this is the time to so do." A hand was placed on Eli's shoulder and it squeezed. "Because in a little while we are going to be way too busy to recall it..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 15:39:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eli slipped back to the ground, and his hand pulled free of the viking man's waistband though he did not let his hand fall from Lance's waist.&nbsp; He was not on the ground for long though.&nbsp; In a moment, he was picked up again and slid up onto the large man's shoulders.&nbsp; The boy's hands were gently placed on Lance's head to keep a grip while he barreled through the crowd toward the stairs.&nbsp; Once near the exit, he was let down where they kissed again, and Eli nearly did cream his pants.&nbsp; He moaned into it with a shiver before Lance pulled away and got his coat.&nbsp; The long coat made him look even more imposing if that were possible.&nbsp; He looked almost god-like in it.<br><br>He had been staring while biting his lip, so he had hardly heard the man when he asked the question.&nbsp; "Oh...uhh..."&nbsp; He looked back into the club and thought of Sam.&nbsp; Eli took a few steps toward the door man who was now free rather than arguing with some drunk fool.&nbsp; "Hi...uhh...I came with a friend."&nbsp; Eli said and gave a brief description of her before leaving a message with the man for her.&nbsp; The bulky bouncer simply grunted and gave a nod for Eli to get on.&nbsp; He assumed that meant the man would give the message.&nbsp; Right now, he didn't really have time to make sure or rather, he didn't want to.&nbsp; Part of him wanted to stay and find Sam and another wanted to run back to Lance and jump into his arms.<br><br>The boy turned and walked over to Lance and wrapped both arms around him.&nbsp; "Alright, let's go."&nbsp; He smiled slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 19:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A long leatherclad arm wrapped itself over Eli's shoulder and they went into the warm night. Lance's coat was a bit of an overkill for the temperature, but he liked it and that was reason enough to wear it. Outside, there were a lot of other people on their way to or from other clubs, but there were no comments - Lance's stance did not invite to snide anything and in this area no one looked twice at two men in close embrace anyway. There were furtive looks though; a smirk kept dancing on Lance's face as he saw both men and women admire his catch. He had found himself a cute one this time.<br><br>His apartment was only a few blocks away; a small and somewhat aging downtown condominium that had been renovated a couple of years ago. Lance had a front door facing the street and a small concrete stair leading up to it. He locked it up and led Eli in, but before the viking had time to turn on the light in the dark hallway or lock the door behind him, he had already pushed Eli against the door and embraced him for a deep kiss. There were no words; they seemed pointless as he bowed down to explore the younger man's lips with his own, to dip in his tongue to wrestle with Eli's while Lance's hands equally explored Eli's sweet body. One hand was all over his back under his little shirt, the other was openly fondling the front of the leather shorts. It had not even occurred to Lance to take off his coat yet. <br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After Party (Ryven x Cpt Corto)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 20:37:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eli could not help but lean into the embrace.&nbsp; The taller man looked like some hulking behemoth now with his rather large leather coat wrapping around him like some dark shroud.&nbsp; He would have steered clear of Lance with his current imposing look had he not gotten to know him a little in the short time they were in the club.&nbsp; It was very exciting.&nbsp; The young boy who had been so sheltered by his god fearing religious parents was now out on his own and going home with a rather gruff and strong man.&nbsp; Eli was surprised at the events that had occurred.&nbsp; He'd been kissed for the first time and touched in ways only he had done himself until that night.&nbsp; His rebellious side was happy though.&nbsp; He wanted more of it.<br><br>They were soon coming upon a rather old looking building.&nbsp; It was not falling apart but rather held a sort of old world charm.&nbsp; The each climbed the concrete steps which lead to the door.&nbsp; They were inside soon where the dark surrounded them.&nbsp; The boy tried to adjust to the near pitch darkness of the inside, but before that could happen, he felt strong hands pushing him against the door.&nbsp; He hit the barrier with a soft grunt which was quickly muffled by Lance's mouth again.&nbsp; Eli was startled but that quickly faded as he let himself fall into the kiss and explore the older man's mouth as much as he would allow.<br><br>Roaming hands found their way along his smaller frame as the kiss carried out.&nbsp; One at his back was exploring skin beneath his shirt and vest while the other was groping at the front of his shorts which were the only thing keeping Lance from getting at his confined hardness.&nbsp; Eli let his own hand move to land on Lance's abdomen.&nbsp; His touch was hesitant and unsure, but he explored with a cautious curiosity.&nbsp; His fingers dipped down past the waistband of the tall male's leather pants.&nbsp; They found the large, hard lump beneath, and upon finding that buried treasure, they groped at it harder.&nbsp; God, how he wanted to feel it without that leather barrier between his hand and the man's cock.&nbsp; It would be his first, and he yearned to explore it.
			</dd>
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