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Brock Butschky
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« Reply #15 on Oct 1, 2007, 5:43pm » | |
The teasing had been unfair, but Brock didn't seem to feel bad for any of it: he buried his face in Elias' neck, lips pressed firmly against the jugular vein, as if he truly was an animal and ready to bite it right out.
What he was really doing was feeling the heartbeat through the throat, mouth curving into a small, knife-like smile. The incredible heartbeat he felt didn't displease him.
At the very moment Elias squeezed him with his legs, he began to think there were worse things than being caught by the security guards and taken to the police for indecent exposure. Then again, there were better things than being in the middle of an orchard with absolutely no forethought or preparation to such complicated, painful matters as-
-on top of th--on top of--on top of El-
-to make matters worse, Elias Sven looked like Elias Sven even if he was in clothes like these and someone would gossip about him being seen with a young man in a manner that was less-than-pure. After that, people would start to look for him and in turn start to look for Brock.
That would be annoying.
"What a quandary," he tittered against the other's skin, voice boyish and much too pleased, but somehow much too sadistic. He must have liked drawing it out like this once he realised what a good thing Elias hadn't realised. "What do I say? I followed you here, you know," he offered, tipping his own chin up and pressing his mouth against the underside of the other's chin. Every new soft spot seemed to reveal a quicker heartbeat. "Not to the orchards -- to the University"
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The darksome statesman, hung with weights and woe,
Like a thick midnight-fog, moved there so slow,
He did not stay, nor go.
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« Reply #16 on Oct 1, 2007, 6:30pm » | |
Brock was so close, mouth on him, breathing air of warmth over his flesh. The orchard's leaves started to shiver with a slight breeze, or perhaps it was Elias shivering with the touches that teased him. Finally, his fingers lifted from the shirt and his palms pressed into Brock's collarbone, smoothing out such a nice shirt. Like stone, there wasn't a soft spot until the ends of his tips touched the muscle that connected to the shoulder.
Quandary. Seeing as his English vocabulary remained limited, he turned his head back to feel the other boy's lips tucked against the underside of his chin. Well, Brock following him was nothing new and he did wear his charm-bracelet. Here he thought Brock took control of Elias' weakness and used it against him. When really, yes, he might have liked him.
"Oh," he breathed out, allowing his glazed stare to watch Brock's hair. While he wasn't really on one topic in his thoughts, he couldn't help but remember how nice the boy's hair felt to touch. Elias dipped his thumb behind Brock's left ear and started to message at the start of the boy's hairline. "Why?"
Just like when Brock had asked Elias why he had liked him.
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« Reply #17 on Oct 1, 2007, 7:23pm » | |
It was here that Brock and Fletcher agreed unconditionally: Elias Sven was strange when you bothered to take into consideration that Brock could stalk him all the way across the world and he wouldn't even bat an eyelash. When you thought of it that way, Brock was no different from any of Elias' present stalkers except in the fact he was smarter than all of them.
If you took it a step further, you could come to the conclusion that Brock was more dangerous than the rest of them, and yet Elias wasn't considering him a threat in the least.
Simply because he could, Brock squeezed his arms against Elias' back and crushed the other into his chest. In turn, he leaned his body weight into the tree and crushed him from that angle as well, bodies as close as they possibly could be without silly things like 'clothes' and 'decency.'
Brock mused that if a security guard had found them now, perhaps they'd be taken in for indecent exposure anyway, despite nothing being indecent except for the perfectly harmless position -- which would have been a different story entirely if they hadn't been wearing clothes.
It also occurred to him that Fletcher might have had a heart attack, or possibly a brain aneurysm, or the spontaneous urge to throw up.
"Why not?" he hummed against Elias' throat, polite but not yet willing to commit to a true answer. Instead of leaving it as only that, Brock wondered: "Elly, do you remember when we met? Don't feel bad if not: I'd be surprised if you recalled such a minor detail after all the things you haven't been able to recall."
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The darksome statesman, hung with weights and woe,
Like a thick midnight-fog, moved there so slow,
He did not stay, nor go.
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Elias Sven
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« Reply #18 on Oct 1, 2007, 8:02pm » | |
By now he was breathing in the scent of Brock's hair, his clothing and the sweet smell of apples. With the change position it was easier to shift his arms and wrap them around the other boy's neck. Breathing deeply, his torso touched Brock's in a light pattern. Elias could enjoy the other's scent and his mouth against his flesh but not in this...position. His legs started to ache and he found himself squirming unconsciously.
"I remember a little," he whispered against the shell of Brock's ear, "You stood out compared to everyone else in the ground. Didn't say much and when you did, everyone was swayed." An unspeakable power and control to have and Elias noticed it, hated it and moved on as though he never existed. Heart racing and his limbs starting to ache, his fingers draped over Brock's back.
Why out of all places did Brock have to hold onto him here? Orchards weren't appropriate and he tucked his bottom lip Brock's ear, allowing his words to be heard just between the two of them (not like the apples could hear, anyways). "H-hey Brock," his rs trilled but not out of anger, "This position...with you between my legs...it kind of hurts, but I am not accustom to pleasurable pain."
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« Reply #19 on Oct 1, 2007, 9:12pm » | |
There are some things you never expect you'd have to hear in your natural lifetime. If an angel made out of pink flowers and rainbow dust had floated down from the sky at that moment, declaring that Brock Butschky was comprised mostly out of pieces of Devil and thus would be forever unable to enter heaven and would spend the rest of his life in sodomy and searing hellfire because he was going to die later that night of an embarrassing circumstance from which his only living family members would suffer ridicule and shame until the day they themselves were taken by death and his Grandmother, thoroughly bitter and hateful by the entire ordeal, securing herself a safe place as Satan's right-hand woman after the first two-thousand years of punishment, would be housed with him in that same little block of hell, during which they would spend a lot of time together reacquainting themselves with everything they hated about each other most, he would have been able to say in a blasé, noncommittal tone of voice "Oh, well, that's fair: I do appreciate you warning me" and brush it off more easily than he was able to brush off Elias Sven's voice and remain calm from the words it spoke.
His entire body ran rigid and his face felt like it was on fire, probably because of the blush that spread across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as brightly as if someone had cut him right across the face and he was bleeding all over it.
He ducked his head into Elias' shoulder, because he had to cough for the purpose of wasting space and taking up time, because he couldn't seem to think of anything to say. He lifted his head and turned it left, searching for an answer in the brilliant green leaves that were as bright as his eyes and as equally helpless.
In his greatest defense, he didn't drop Elias.
"W-well, I do suppose that--"
What?
"That's because that's--that's to say--"
What the hell were you supposed to say after something like that?
"You're--you--haven't--haven't you had--Gene--?"
What a terrible move! Bringing up Gene probably wasn't a good idea, so Brock settled on the next best thing he could think of to change the subject.
If Elias had a problem with English words and catching them when they were spoken too quickly-
"WellIdon'tsupposeIknowwhereI'mgoingwiththatsowhydon'tweforgetIsaidit
andwecandosomethingnicelikegooutforanicedinnerorpossiblybacktomy
apartmentIdon'tknow--what do you think?"
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The darksome statesman, hung with weights and woe,
Like a thick midnight-fog, moved there so slow,
He did not stay, nor go.
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« Reply #20 on Oct 1, 2007, 9:43pm » | |
No relief came from Brock's hold. He wasn't being put down and if he removed his legs he would surely start slipping. Elias tried not to hit his chin against the other boy's shoulder by turning his head to hear what the other had to say a bit more clearly. He picked up faint words such as a lot of 'yous' and maybe something about genes and a sudden what do you think?
What did he think?
He thought he was confused. Confused about forgetting about where Brock was going and that he had two options but maybe it was a simple 'no I won't let you go' because the position started to stir instinct.
"What?" Elias didn't sound upset nor did he start thrashing at Brock for being a jerk to bring up Gene again. Instead, he settled his fingers along Brock's spine, smoothing his fingers down over the rough bone only to drag his touch back up again. "I don't think anything because I didn't hear what you asked me?" Brock's ear still wasn't safe from Elias' traveling lips, because he wasn't sure if the boy heard him.
"Could you...do something about it, please?"
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« Reply #21 on Oct 1, 2007, 10:40pm » | |
It was amazing how many years the helpless, flush-faced embarrassment could take away from his timeless face. He might as well have been five-foot-six, in high school, and timidly looking away from his first crush, bright-eyed and completely fresh in a world of sin and carnal knowledge, somewhere far away in the past during a time when those particular fruits hadn't been the ones he'd tasted. Everything might as well have been new. Every sin might as well have been original.
In a sense, they were: it had been speculated otherwise, but Elias Sven was the only young man on whom he'd ever laid his hands.
When he looked down into the bright green grass as if that would save him from Elias' third but not direct request, he saw the apple laying there, round and red, perfect and plump like everything they said it was: like lovers' lips bruised after a lover's kiss; like some kind of lust; like some kind of extremely hot blood that hammered through his veins so quickly he hadn't even been aware that he'd had blood at all; like some kind of flood -- a flood that rushed his head and left him unable to think of much of anything at all.
(That's funny, he thought, somewhere in between all that. When did I acquire a working heart?)
Instead of letting Elias down, Brock squeezed his shoulders. At the very least, he let up some of his own weight so they were no longer crushed against each other as if they were trying to merge into a single person.
The look he stared at the apple was accusing.
He hadn't been aware that his jaw was clenched so tightly his teeth grit together. When he moved his mouth again, he felt as though he had moved a concrete block with only his teeth.
When he swallowed down the world-sized lump that he imagined was in his throat, he lifted his gaze and stole a shy-eyed glimpse of Elias, hardly at all the stone-faced creature he usually was, but definitely bearing a strong resemblance to it. He could have been that cold creature, if only it had been brought back to life.
"...just say yes," he said. If his fingers squeezed any harder, perhaps he would have left dotted bruises. "...to the last part."
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The darksome statesman, hung with weights and woe,
Like a thick midnight-fog, moved there so slow,
He did not stay, nor go.
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Elias Sven
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« Reply #22 on Oct 1, 2007, 11:13pm » | |
Politely, Elias tilted his weight back to give Brock some air. Wow, he looks like an apple, he speculated when his eyes caught Brock's boyish face. He looked human and alive. Once upon a time he would have sputtered at a face like that but he had seen it before, under locks of blond and behind shields of green. If he reached out a little, he would touch the other's warm face. It may warm the cold on his knuckles or just make the aching worse.
A shy apple, his thoughts rumbled gracelessly. If the boy holding to him was an apple then he couldn't resist taking a small bite (with no teeth involved). Elias craned his head in the opposite direction and planted a cool kiss. Just like liquid fire, the wave of heat took out the cold touch--or perhaps it was like diminishing a small flame. Brock's shy-like look caused Elias' face to warm into a lovely smile, forming against the flesh.
"All right," he breathed out of the kiss, "Yes." What was he agreeing to? Well, it was Brock. Out of all his years knowing the boy he would never really put Elias in harm. Might scare him a few times, but that was the extent of it. At least it would get him out of the friction pulling at his muscles uncomfortably.
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