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Post by Beau Vain on Mar 15, 2009 21:53:27 GMT 1
He was sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor. His fingers twirling an empty glass bottle around. Lifting his the lip of the bottle to his nose he took in a heavy sniff of stale alcohol. With out warning he lifted the bottle above his head and chucked it. It soared through the chilled air and crashed against the wall. The boy giggled while the crashing sound echoed around him. He wasn't drunk, though he was clearly envious of the people who had been here before him. He stood his hand bracing against the dirty ground as he stood. His slow steps carried him in and out of dim light from outside. He paused at a hook that hung down from the ceiling, his fingers wrapping around the large iron chain. His long finger slid down the chain and tickled across the surface of the hook. He ended at the dull tip then pulled his finger back, eyes glaring down at the red rush that coated his finger tip now. With a sigh he reached down and rubbed it off on his dark skinny jeans. This caused him to look down at himself, and pull at his hot pink shirt. The thin cloth pulled tight against his torso and allowed everyone to view the gentle curve in his side; his hip bones that jutted away from his body; his underworked abs that looked good simply because he neglected to eat... Things he loved about himself.
Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his over sized leather jacket he walked on, his steps small, and his eyes trained on the ground. In his path he found a large crate, in a quick movement he leapt a top the crate, and proceeded to climb to the top of this castle of crates that had been stacked god knows how many years ago. Lofty in his domain Beau could look down over the expanse of broken glass and rusty old machinery that had spent years out of use. And this was his kingdom, this old crate his throne, the shadows of Beau's past his courtiers. From here he could see the side doors that he used to enter, and the large doors that trucks would have entered through long ago.
Alone, Beau leaned against the wall, his head rolling back against the wall. With a sigh he slunk deeper against the wall, an almost content smile crossing his thin lips as his eyes stared out at the empty space. His hand groped in the darkness to his left and found a case of empty bottle-- this was his-- though it had been emptied last week and left as he had drunkenly stumbled down the crates. It was only five seconds before he self this one flying also, accompanying the crash with the regular fit of giggles.
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Post by Zachary Tyler Chace on Mar 15, 2009 22:29:53 GMT 1
The cold silver beast rolled silently along the old cracked road towards the Empty Warehouse. The metallic orange signal light of the expensive car illuminated Zac's blind spots. He was driving with his lights low, just so no one would come and snoop around while he was here, he didn't want people to come and bother him. The gay teen didn't do anything illegal, he was allowed to drink and smoke. He just liked the privacy, he could smoke, drink and sing his heart out. The flat black tires crunched the gravel as he pulled into the drive, towards his destination for the evening. He angled the car away from the traffic, so lights from passing cars wouldn't shine off his silver sports coupe. Upon putting the vehicle in park the gay teen turned the plastic BMW symbol of the key and left just the radio on. He could do whatever he wanted now. The contoured hatch popped and allowed access to the trunk, the love of having a keyless entry system. Zac walked to the back of the luxury vehicle, taking out his cold vodka, ice, and pop. He'd sure to get himself plastered before leaving for his house, all alone. He sighed. The twink hated living alone, being alone, even showering alone. What he would not give for a lover, for someone to talk to his problems about. Hell even a gay friend he could fantasize over. There was indeed little hope for that.The teen gasped in instant recognizance of the song as it came on. Madonna's Frozen, it was one of the teen's favorite songs. His voice began to boom along with the diva's, his bosy started to move to the music. He felt at one with the earth, life at this moment was perfect.
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
You're so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
You're broken
When your heart's not open
Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we'd never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key
The teen took a run and cleared the glow of his taillights in a single bound. A spin was added during the jump. Interpretive and lyrical dance was something Zac did very well.
Now there's no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same
If I lose you
My heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we'd never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we'd never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key
Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we'd never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key
If I could melt your heart
As the music ended the teen felt eyes upon him. He scanned the whole yard, but couldn't see his audience. 'Maybe it was just a cat' thought the frightened teen, he couldn't think of any good scenario coming out of meeting someone. Especially here, in the middle of the parking lot, at midnight, on the bad side of town. The teen pulled the soft purple shirt lower on his torso. Allowing it to cover most of the zipper on his designer skinny jeans. The Prada symbol barely covered, but still he felt so exposed. That's when he saw it, the shadow coming towards him.
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Post by Beau Vain on Mar 16, 2009 2:56:36 GMT 1
He had just finished his fit of giggles when he saw the lights reflecting through the broken windows. Who would be out here-- at this time-- well other than him. His hand ran through his messy brown hair tossing it to the other side. He knew he looked good no matter what he did with his hair. He jumped down crate by crate, his light weight not making more than a small thump. His feet shuffled along kicking bits of glass and wood out of his way. He pursed his lips and jumped up on the ledge that would have been a loading dock, being carful not to cut his hands as he pulled himself up. From here he looked out of the window, he pressed himself against the cold wall his eyes looking for any sign of movement.
And that's when he saw him. His body distorted through the broken glass, and yet Beau could tell that the boy was better kept than he-- his body was in better shape than Beau's and he was obviously fed better. Beau licked his lips, chewing his bottom lip after they were fully wetted. His eyes closed slightly, wondering what games he could play with this new toy. He jumped down from the loading down, closing the five foot platform to ground space with a simple jump. From there he slipped out of the small space in the loading dock door. An impish grin settled on his features as he slunk forwards through the shadows. His dark eyes watched the pretty boy like a lion watches its prey.
He could tell that the boy's clothes were expensive. Beau knew good clothing-- he used to wear clothes like that-- stuff that cost more than a grocery bill for a month. He knew, he knew about it all. He took a few steps towards the boy. And with his features still cloaked in shadows he spoke. "What's a pretty little play thing like you doing out here?" His voice was deep and smooth as it flew across the open space between the boys. He giggled again, this following his statement. He stood just out of the dim light that the moon set out. The lone street lamp in the middle of the parking lot flicking on and off as he took one step closer.
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Post by Zachary Tyler Chace on Mar 16, 2009 3:16:38 GMT 1
The low voice unnerved Zac, it was a little creepy when mixed with techno. Almost sinister. He didn't want to answer this question, for fear the thing would come out and start doing something to him. He didn't know what to do, the metallic beast was engulfed in the same shadows that the voice was coming from. He knew that he couldn't run, he may have been fit but he wouldn't chance getting away in flip flops, There wasn't much of a choice but to answer it. "What is it to you." A very fitting statement, what was this things business out here as well. This was public property, taken from the company for back taxes. There was nothing that the twink had to explain himself for. The booze maybe, but everything else was fine, no cop or any other person could tell him what to do with his drinks and smokes. They were his property and his alone. He might be willing to share, but with someone he knew, not this, this thing. He didn't even know if it was man or woman. Or even human for that matter.
Then it came to him, why hadn't he thought of it before. The very expensive ride had sensors in it. What kind of sensors you may ask, the kind that detect light and at what time to turn the light on. Zac stuffed his hand in the tight pockets of his jeans. After a little struggle he produced his best weapon against the shadow lurker. His keyless entry/ remote car starter. The teen pressed the middle button on the plastic device. The powerful motor purred to life, like a kitten awoken softy. After two seconds the high beams of the car came on. Showing a figure of a man, or what looked like a young man. He was standing still, almost out of reach of the penetrating beams. He looked a little gangly and well like he was a person who once was on top of the world, but now was living in a lower state. Zac felt kinda of sorry for him, his designer labeled clothes were years old. "Ummm, are you okay?"
What was the correct question to ask, he didn't want to be too inviting. God forbid that this guy took it upon himself to get to know Zac. In a way that he didn't want, well at least with a total stranger in a bathroom or other private place. (OCC: Dan LOL) |
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Post by Beau Vain on Mar 17, 2009 0:47:55 GMT 1
He loved making people squirm-- and the idea that a boy who was brave enough to come here in the middle of the night made Beau rather pleased with himself. He took a step forward his features still hidden in the darkness that wafted around the two teens. From years of being awake at night Beau could see pretty well-- well enough that he could make out the strong features of the -- what he saw to be--- handsome boy before him. He other teen was taller, and by the looks of it older than himself-- but he did not see like he knew much of the world. Sheltered or hidden Beau already knew that this boy could fill the gapping hole that begged for a lover. His lips parted and his lungs sucked in a breath of air ready to say something.
The car purred to life, reminding Beau of a Stephen King novel he'd read once-- a crazy car tried to kill everyone. This didn't phase him exactly-- with the light at his back he gained an even more dramatic entry. With the light at his back his full front half was forced into darkness. Every part of him was outlined by the automatic light, and yet none of his features were showing. His shadow played long across the ground, distorting his hight until his shadow looked like a goliath. He took one step forwards. "You sound kind of nervous." His deep voice finished with another laugh, his eye still trained on the other teen. "I'd never hurt a pretty thing like you." His peace offering sounded more like a threat than a jest.
The boy asked another question. Before Beau answered he thrust his hips forward and casually bent his elbow, his hand grabbing his cocked hip. "I'm much better now that you are here." His voice low and gravely was not followed by a laugh, but swallowed up by the silence and the purring engine. Hips swinging he sauntered towards the other boy. Close enough to see all his perfections and imperfections Beau paused, his tongue licking his thin pink lips. "You want to turn off the light dearie? I do like the dark so much better." He purred this out easily, his eyes locked on the other boy's as he spoke. He let his words sink in a little then winked quickly.
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Post by Zachary Tyler Chace on Mar 17, 2009 1:17:15 GMT 1
The menacing figure stepped further into the light. Its features were still not full, but enough that the other teen could look him up. He was a handsome teen, a little shorted than Zac himself, but handsome nonetheless. It walked closer to him, strutting more or less. "Could, could you keep a distance please?" This request was more of a plead, he was scared of this other teen, the way he talked. Even the way he walked, Dan knew he could kill him here, take the car and not think anything more. That really made Zac squirm, death was one thing, but stealing really made him uneasy. From a young age he was taught that stealing was a very very bad thing and that those people ought to rot in hell. This was coming from his father though, a man of money and businesses. It mostly related to stealing insider secrets and stealing contracts, but still stealing was something that made the other teen a little more uneasy than normal.
The other man just came closer, almost right on top of him, the rich boy could smell the cologne of the other boy. His talents didn't fail him, he made out rosewood, sandalwood, and what seemed to be cinnamon. The cologne was most likely Calvin Klein or another company of the sorts, it wasn't cheap to say the least. With the comment that the other teen was better now, that he was there. Zac had a single question pop into his head. "How am I making you any better? I'm just me." His low self esteem was really showing now. How could anyone feel better with him here? He was just him, a skinny gay teen,nothing really special about him. Maybe he was supposed to kidnap him, the Chace's did have a lot of money, maybe this teen had been following him here for the past however long. The twink wanted to run, wanted to just leave the car here and save himself.
His legs wouldn't give into his demands, he was stuck there, in fear. This might just be a joke that someone was playing on him, but then again. Zac was to pessimistic to see a good side of this guy being with him. "What are you going to do with me? This was a whimper, he was at the other boy's whim. Anything his stalker wanted he was going to have to oblige. Money, sex, anything. Tears filled up his eyes, blurring his vision. What was going to happen to him? Life as he knew it might be over at his point. He was going to die, never knowing what true love was, he was even going to die a virgin. He'd never even had a boyfriend that'd fuck him, that's how pitiful he was. The world wouldn't miss him anyways, he was just another fag without any contributions to society. He would give anything to be at home right now, with a lover. But no, he was here, with some freak. Why was his life so fucked up? |
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Post by Beau Vain on Mar 19, 2009 2:37:55 GMT 1
Beau laughed as the other boy pleaded. This was giving him power, and he did enjoy power. He stepped closer when he was asked to keep his distance. His hands locked between his back-- though they itched to reach forward and pull the boy unwillingly towards him. Power-- this was all a power play. His jaw opened and closed in a silent chuckle. He needed to connect here-- he knew this boy-- this boy was his. Licking his lips he stepped a little closer, their noses inches apart. His eyes trained on the other boy's watching them, staring back and not having his gaze met.
As the boy insecurely wondered how he could make a boy like Beau better, Beau's answer was to reach a hand forward. His fingers brushed the other boy's cheek bone, catching on bits of stubble that had grown back since this morning. His downward falling hand pausing for a second over his collar bone, hesitating a moment there-- and then it fell slowly again, fingers grazing the cloth of his outer layer as it fell. He smiled, leaning closer-- then he instantly regretted it.
Just before their noses touched Beau sighed loudly and leaned backwards on his heels, then took a few steps backwards. He looked kind of upset and slightly disgusted. "Now you've ruined my fun." He looked away from the boy, then looked back-- his hands stuffed into his pockets. "I'm not going to hurt you or whatever." He sighed out the last word, stepping back once more. Now close to the car he leaned back on the hood, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't-- don't like cry or anything." He sighed again, one hand reached up to brush hair out of his face. Rolling his eyes he looked away from the thin thing in front of him.
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Post by Zachary Tyler Chace on Mar 19, 2009 3:16:23 GMT 1
Hands made their way on his face, touching his dominant jaw bones. The other boys hand were feeling him up, this was going to be the start of a rape. Zac could feel it, tears fell from his heavily lidded eyes, he was going to have his virginity forcefully taken. He was sobbing now, feeling all the pain he was hiding away for so long run to the front of his eyes and spill out. He was so boring and useless, he bet no one would miss him. Just about the time he just wanted to die the other teen pulled off him and backtracked to the car. Leaning on the hood he said something, it sorta sounded like an apology. "How am I supposed to react, you were pretty much going to rape me!" Anger flushed his face, he could feel his blood start to boil. He was angry, but for what almost getting done what he wanted to get done. He wanted to be fucked for so long, it was almost like it was being taken off his hands.
Without warning Zac flung himself on the boy, in a passionate hunt. He found the other teen's lips and kissed him, softly but showing that this meant something. He begged for access to the other teen's mouth, running his tongue along the other boy's bottom lip. He didn't wait to be obliged, he just rammed his tongue in his partner's mouth. Pulling back he gasped. "Um, I'm sorry. I must seem like such a horny prissy boy baby." He was so flustered, what had just came over him? He was acting like a horny puppy dog, yet he liked it. now he had this boy he had just jumped upon on the hood of his car, and now he was in the parking lot alone with him. He felt like such a moron, but right now there was only one thing he wanted. The guy he lust met, this time he'd be the one raping, or at least showing dominance. He got up to the other boy and stuck his hand out to life him off the hood. "Before you dent my baby."
After helping the other by up he felt bad about his actions, really bad. He just wanted to make it up to this, this, well he didn't even know his name. All Zac knew was that he didn't look like he'd eaten in forever. "I'm Zac Chace." This was a calmer thing to say then. 'I want to take you home, care for you and then make love to you on my leather couch.' Yupp, a lot easier. Zac was just hoping that the other teen wouldn't think him a little odd for what he just did. He just almost raped the other teen, but wasn't he just returning the favor?
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