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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 17, 2015 3:42:53 GMT
Click, pop. Lukas dropped his hand on the little lamp's switch, turning the lights off in the room. Daylight had broken in like a vandal, and he couldn't remember falling asleep. The blanket rustled as he sat up, dirty hands rubbing his greasy face. He peered into his periphery, spying on the dark-skinned male still at rest beside him. Damn. Lukas crawled off the bed, investigating the messy floor for his pants. No way he was gonna leave another pilfered pair of expensive jeans with this guy. Though, he managed to find his fitted t-shirt and slipped it over his head. As the fabric rubbed against his body, he glanced back at Solomon. He didn't wanna wake him up... he needed to make a clean escape. He was drunk and stoned last night, said a lot of things he didn't wanna own up to now that he was relatively sober. Lukas touched the dark bruise on his cheek.
He hated how casual it was when they woke-up together like this. The boy stood up, slipping into his underwear. But still no jeans? He hunched down, feeling around the floor.
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Apr 13, 2015 17:24:42 GMT
Post by SOLOMON KINGSLEY on Apr 13, 2015 17:24:42 GMT
The rustling was enough to wake Solomon up, he already had enough trouble sleeping and often the slightest movements could wake the teen, who tried so hard to be a grown up. He doesn't know where his clothes were, probably sprawled on the ground among dirty underwear and sin. He doesn't think much of it, he's woke up like this before with Lukas. There was no tender afterwards, just awkward stares and even awkwarder laughter. It doesn't stop it from happening again, however.
"Mornin'." His mouth is dry, he sits up and tries to lick his lips. "Nice view, gotta admit. You have a pretty nice ass." What else is there to say? Thanks for letting me fuck you silly? That didn't sound right. "Want some breakfast? I'm starved." He pulls himself out of bed - not bothering to look for his clothes, Lukas has seem all of him before.
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Apr 13, 2015 17:35:01 GMT
Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 13, 2015 17:35:01 GMT
Fuck. He let out an audible groan when the other had been so kind to wish him a good morning. Really, there was no way it was morning... his eyes rolled to look at the other, messy, the scratches on his chest. Who the fuck taught him how to do that? No one asked him to do that, the thing he did the night before--Solomon had never fucking done that before, but he fucked someone and learned a new trick.
Lukas, always unpleasant (especially when he'd just awakened), snorted. Always something stupid... as if small-talk wasn't bad enough, then throw whatever this was into the mix. It wasn't really Solomon's fault, either. You'd think so, but the one to blame for the thickness in the air was the older of the pair. "Fuck off," he grumbled. The boy huffed in disbelief.
Yeah, he found a pair of jeans, and they were certainly his, but they weren't the right ones. "Godammit..."
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Apr 13, 2015 17:44:36 GMT
Post by SOLOMON KINGSLEY on Apr 13, 2015 17:44:36 GMT
"I'll fuck off, you wanna watch?" He teased. Lukas was never pleasant in the mornings. "I'm kinda sore though." Solomon's apartment is small, and fairly open. There are no hallways, just a bedroom and a bathroom off of the opened living room and kitchen. He's careful not to trip over dirty laundry, but doesn't bother throwing it in the hamper.
"When are you taking your clothes back? They've been here for ages." He stands himself next to Lukas, he doesn't bother with fake affection, doesn't pretend this was more to him than a casual fuck. He does however squeeze his ass as he looks in the endless ocean of clothes that were scattered on his floor. Maybe he should clean this. "What did this pair look like?"
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 14, 2015 7:31:57 GMT
Lukas narrowed his eyes at the kid. He couldn't help glancing back at him--well, his crotch. So embarrassing... what a jerk. The dark-haired boy hated the other, all the more when he claimed to be sore. Lukas smirked. "I'll be more gentle next time," he teased, too. Wait, no. What? No. There won't be a next time. Not anymore.
With a grumble, he started filing things into similar piles. The jeans by wash, the shirts by color, the socks off to the side... underwear. Lukas was pretty good at pretending he wasn't bothered by items that, obviously, belonged to other people--other genders. When Solomon came up and grabbed his ass, though, he was quick to straighten up.
"Cut that out, dick-ass," he shoved the other teenager, "don't fucking worry about it, get us something to eat." It was hard to say if he was being nice, or just spiteful. Either way, he was pretty hungry, too. Solomon better have something around here other than weed, since he was the one that offered food in the first place.
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