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Mar 14, 2015 4:15:29 GMT
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 14, 2015 4:15:29 GMT
So, he was a musician after all. Lukas nipped at his adam's apple as he talked, or complained. Whichever. He let out a little snort when he was done. Honestly, Lance was doing better than him. Lukas snickered, wiggling in his lap again. He didn't care about that kinda shit anyway. Fingers teasingly dipped into his pockets. "I could use ten bucks," he joked, instead slipping his fingertips beneath the man's shirt. "I could eat for a week on ten bucks," he added, licking his dry lips.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 14, 2015 4:25:23 GMT
It didn't matter to Lance if the guy stuffed his fingers in his pockets. His wallet was in his back pocket anyway and he was sitting on it currently. Lukas did manage to coax a smile out of him, though.
"No wonder you're so skinny. You don't fucking eat anything" he went on to say, his voice soft as he spoke. Hm...
The boy's hands were cold when his fingertips touched his warm skin beneath his shirt and he shivered slightly. "You mind telling me how old you are?" He figured he'd try to ask again while he was able to take advantage of the situation. Lukas was currrently an open book and Lance was willing to read as much of him as he possibly could.
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Mar 14, 2015 4:55:34 GMT
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 14, 2015 4:55:34 GMT
Well, it was true. Lukas didn't have any money, though he knew how to make a quick buck if he needed. Right now, he could pretend it was all the alcohol and stuff that left him disorientated rather than malnutrition. That was good enough. That he'd managed to get a laugh outta Lance was good enough, too. The kid smirked, proud and accomplished. To celebrate, he dipped down once more to nibble and suck the guy's neck.
He'd only stayed there a moment, until he was distracted by a question he'd been asked far too many times by guys older than him. Lukas wiped his mouth on his arm, somewhat glaring at the latter as he sat up. "I told you," he started, mildly irritated, "I'm old enough." He paused for a moment until he added on, "Why? Does it matter?" His arms hung at his sides.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 14, 2015 5:04:09 GMT
"No, but i'm curious," he replied. He reached up and took a hold of the boy's jaw, tilting it from one side to the other, examining his face and neck. "Why're you getting so pissed? If it makes you feel better, I'm only twenty-three." And Lance knew for a fact that he looked older than that, too. Drug abuse, lack of sleep, alcoholism, it all added years to his face. All to which made the situations worse. It was a violent cycle.
As he held Lukas' jaw, Lance's eyes drifted downwards to the boy's exposed stomach, taking mental notes.
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Mar 14, 2015 5:24:58 GMT
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 14, 2015 5:24:58 GMT
He huffed, though still scowled since Lance was tilting his head around like some kind of judge at a dog show. Only twenty-three? Damn. The guy looked older, and that made the kid think about his deicisons. They were a lot alike, he thought. Maybe that's what had drawn him to the vocalist. "I'm 19," he muttered, figuring he probably looked a bit older, too.
Fingers idly felt around the man's waist, venturing down his hips until he rested on his skinny thighs. Lukas felt so fragile in comparison, so much smaller. He furrowed his brows, his lips pouting for a moment. He shifted, lowering himself. An arm disappeared, and suddenly the seat would fall back.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 14, 2015 5:32:21 GMT
Pout all he wanted, Lance was examining the boy's bruises, the circle under his eyes, the hazy look in them as their gazes met.
Then suddenly he was falling back. His eyes widened and he blinked with a slightly parted mouth as he stared up at the stains of the fabric falling off the ceiling of the car again. Though this time it wasn't of his own accord.
Lance was higher than he thought because that shift in space shook him up a little. But he was alright. "Nineteen, mm?" He asked softly through a slightly panted panic. At least if they did any fooling around it was legal.
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Mar 14, 2015 5:48:27 GMT
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 14, 2015 5:48:27 GMT
Lukas snickered, not at all remorseful that he had been noticeably startled. "Scare ya?" He chirped, dangling over the man like a nasty drip. Although he wasn't sorry, he didn't want Lance to stay in a state of panic. Lukas grinned, his tongue reaching from between his lips to lightly lick the other male's mouth. "It's alright," he murmured, hands running gently against his chest to soothe him.
Like he'd said over and over, he was old enough. Though, that was probably something jailbait would say... his intention hadn't immediately been to mess around with this guy, but he wouldn't mind if that's what Lance wanted. So far, Lukas liked him enough, though wondered exactly what the other brunette had on his mind.
"Whaddya want from me?" He lifted a brow.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 14, 2015 6:03:09 GMT
The soft spoken words, the gentle touch to his chest, and the light lick all helped to calm Lance down. He didn't even care that Lukas found it funny. A soft kiss was really what Lance needed. He'd needed it for a long time.
"I dunno what I want," he admitted, licking his lips lightly after he spoke. Not to coax more kisses necessarily, but to acknowledge that the one he'd just experienced was real, even if it was just a little lick to the lips. "A distraction?"
At the moment, that's what he viewed Lukas as.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 14, 2015 10:54:44 GMT
The flickering streetlamp ahead cast strobic shadows in the little, dirty car. With Lance on his back, and the young male looming over him, they stared at one another with eyes like stars. Those tiny, glimmering, dots so far away from the world. There was a worldly emptiness, or perhaps a longing sadness Lukas needed to fill. And it was the adoration of a crowd, or maybe the way this man stared.
Lance had seen him perform once, he should know he came to the right place if it was a distraction he wanted. Lukas licked his mouth again, but this time his lips stayed long enough for the other to kiss him back. Or, in the very least, part his lips for the young brunette to sloppily search for his tongue. He had no intention of doing anything more than this.
Well, he'd no intention of doing even this, but that didn't equate interest. Lukas tugged the man's hands over to his thighs, twisting to intertwine his fingers and shove them up over his head. Maybe, if Lance decided to declare dominance and instead shove Lukas around, the brat wouldn't mind. Much less do anything to stop him. Whatever might happen could happen, and that was fine with him. It could have been any guy, he really didn't care.
If Lance wanted to kick his ass now and toss him out on the street, he didn't care about that, either. Good riddance, in his opinion.
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Mar 14, 2015 21:45:55 GMT
Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 14, 2015 21:45:55 GMT
Nah, Lance wasn't gonna be like that. He wasn't going to kick his ass or toss him out. Not now. No, he was going to return the kiss hesitantly, his lips parting just barely. He felt Lukas search, but it was more forceful than curious. The guy was so clumsy. Even when he kissed it felt chaotic and crude like his performances on stage. So bizarre, but Lance could appreciate it. He honestly could.
Lance just existed in the moment, letting the kiss happen. Letting this rowdy brunette hold him. He just...yeah. He needed a distraction, this type of attention. He wanted it and felt greedy, so he wouldn't push it away. What happened after this he didn't know, but he also didn't care. This was all that mattered. This moment. Even if he never saw Lukas again, at least he got this moment as a fresh bandage.
That's what he always seemed to be doing, anyway. Getting fresh bandages instead of just manning up and getting the stitches. Perhaps he liked his wounds open. Easier to pour salt in them that way.
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