Alone, In This Bedroom « Thread Started on Aug 23, 2008, 10:54pm »
Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present, a picturesque score of passing fantasy.
Ardan sighed contently as he held Drake’s hand, walking slowly down Mannerton Drive. His dark brown hair was a bit of a mess from his frustration after they left Amore’s. He didn’t know why he snapped, but he had and he couldn’t go back in time to change it. He sighed again, playfully swinging his and Drake’s hand back and forth as they walked. The boy just brought something out in Art that he hadn’t noticed before and it was a blessing to have him around. Ardan wouldn’t let him go for the world and that was an understatement. He looked out of the corner of his eyes at the boy beside him; brown eyes now their normal sparkling selves.
He hoped Drake would like his home and that Potato wouldn’t be much of a nuisance to them while they were there. A soft smile rooted itself to his face as he walked up the sidewalk that lead to his front steps. The mint green shade of the outside was a bit unwelcoming, but Ardan liked it just the same. Releasing the other’s hand as he hopped giddily all of the sudden, up the steps to the doorway. Pulling his keys from his pocket, he quickly unlocked the door.
Welcome to my loverly home.
His voice was overly cheerful as he said this, but he still grinned widely. They were met by a barking Bull Terrier. Potato growled softly at the stranger, earning himself a ‘bad boy’ from Ardan. The dog sat calmly on the floor, staring up at the newcomer, his short stub of a tail thumping against the wood floor. Ardan couldn’t help but laugh at the dog’s sudden change in attitude. He looked over his shoulder at Drake, a smile on his face.
This is Potato or Tator Tot. He won’t bite though; he’s just a big teddy bear.
At this he kneeled on the floor, giving the dog a pat on the head. Potato licked the Irish boy’s hand, barking playful in return. His tail thumped harder on the floor, earning another laugh from Art. Standing up again, he looked around quickly, glad that there wasn’t a mess left on the floor for him to clean up. Looking back at Drake, he wondered if he liked his home so far.
As they began walking the streets, they got more crowded. Soon Art's legs were smacking into people and it became quite the trek. Drake finally put him down, and settled for holding his hand.
It was more pleasant now, and Art sighed contently, and began swinging their connected hands. Drake grinned slightly and let the boy do so, loving every moment of it.
Finally Art let go of Drake's hand and bounced up the steps like a little five year old, quickly unlocked the door and jumped inside. Drake noticed the color of the place, a mint green, which wasn't very attractive, but made it seem more homey to him. It was nice. Barking came from the inside as Drake approached the doorway, and as he looked down there stood a bull terrier, softly growling as if in protest. Art quickly told the dog 'bad boy' and instantly the bull terrier shut up and sat down, his so called 'tail' thumping on the floor.
Drake laughed with Art at that, thinking it was quite humorous, and saw the spirit inside the pup.
"This is Potato or Tator Tot. He won’t bite though; he’s just a big teddy bear." Art explained, but Drake wasn't worried one bit. He watched Art bend over to pet the dog, and laugh once more.
"Oh it's fine. I grew up with a black lab. I'm a dog person." He kneeled down as well, letting the dog sniff his hand before giving him a pat on the head and running his hand down his back. Potato must've liked all the attention for he began panting with what seemed like a smile on his face.
Drake looked over at Art and gave him a big ol' grin as well, laughing at the little dog. Oh this was quite a joy. Art looked back at him, having this look of approval in his eyes.
"This is a nice place, and a very, very nice dog!" He leaned over a bit and gave the pup a kiss, and yet another quick pat, before turning to Art to give him a kiss on the nose as well and petted him on the head. "Oh and what a nice keeper, too!" He joked, bursting into giggles as he lost his balance on his toes and fell backyards onto his rump. Obviously it wasn't too much of a fall, but it was hilarious alltogether.
The place really was nice, the outside didn't do it justice. Drake already felt comfortable in there, and did love the dog. Not as much as Art, of course, but enough to where he wanted that dog himself! It was all so cute, like a happy little family, what with him, Art, and a little baby dog to complete it. Just by looking at Potato Drake knew that puppy was spoiled.
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Re: Alone, In This Bedroom « Reply #2 on Aug 24, 2008, 12:35pm »
Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present, a picturesque score of passing fantasy.
Drake laughed along with him at the dog’s actions, obviously finding it funny as well. Ardan smiled as the boy told him about a black lab and that he was a dog person. Well, at least he liked the odd little Bull Terrier. Art watched as Drake kneeled down and let Potato sniff his hand before petting him. Thankfully, the dog allowed him too, for he began panting happily. It was almost like the dog had a smile on his face, making Art laugh a little more. Yes, the dog was an odd one, taking after his owner quite well.
Ardan turned his gaze to Drake’s face, which had a big grin on it. He laughed at the dog some more and the Irish boy was pleased the pair was getting along so well. If they hadn’t he didn’t know what he would do, for he wasn’t about to give up either companion. Drake’s voice brought him back into the present and he chuckled a thanks at his words. Art was quite surprised when he gave the chubby pup a kiss and another pat on the head. Normally the Tator Tot wouldn’t allow anyone else but Ardan to do this, but he seemed to have a change in attitude now.
Art laughed softly as he received a kiss on the nose and a pat on the head. He growled playfully at Drake’s words, and then burst into laughter as he lost his balance and fell on the floor. He sat on his knees, still laughing, though the Bull Terrier soon came over and laid his head in the boy’s lap. He gave the dog some more love before looking over to Drake.
That’s what you get for teasing.
He gave a playful grin before standing and walking over to the living room door way. He peaked around, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He had forgotten to clean the house, seeming to forget that the other boy was going to be joining him here. Thankfully, it wasn’t too messy and he hoped that Drake would like it here. After all, they would probably be spending most of their time relaxing here. Looking over his shoulder, Ardan smiled at Drake. It was like they were definitely meant to be, what with Potato actually liking him. This was the start of something grand and it was all happening to Ardan now. He couldn’t be more grateful than right now.
"That's what you get for teasing." Was all Drake got as a response from Art, except he did get a playful smile as well. Drake watched a moment as Art got up and looked around his living room, seeming almost unsatisfied by it at first but then was alright with it.
Now he was curious to exactly what his house looked like. He propped up his elbows, and was about to get up before Potato came and stepped right on his chest, pushing him down, and another foot right on his gut, hopping over the boy and wagging his tail happily.
"Hey!" Drake yelled in a more whiny tone rather than snapping, as he jumped up half-doubled over from being winded by that dog, and swung an arm out to snatch the terrier up but Potato just panted a moment before bolting into the living room right to Art, getting shelter from his daddy.
Drake positioned himself with his palms on his knees, panting himself a moment, before straightening up and walking over to Art and the pup.
"That's what I get for teasing, right?" He joked, before wrapping his arms around Art and smiling, their faces inches away.
Drake pushed up on his toes, making Art bend back, and the two fell down onto the couch like that. Drake just couldn't help himself, he planted a kiss on Art, but only a quick one, as if teasing his boy. He placed his forehead on Art's, and pulled his chin into himself so Art couldn't kiss him, even if he tried. Laughing, Drake felt like he had won, even though there wasn't anything they were competing for or anything of the sort.
"I win." Drake stated plainly, but with a big grin on his face and a few chuckles after. He placed his leg over Art's, trapping them down.
Now Art was pretty much trapped. Drake's arms held down his on both sides from the hug, his leg laid over Art's holding them down as well, and now the pretty boy was totally messing with the Irish born by not allowing him to kiss him, it was all Drake's game.
Already Drake felt comfortable in Art's home, it was almost like it was his. He could stay there all the time, yet most likely he would be. For all he knew they could go all the way tonight and he would be spending the night, but Drake wasn't going to get his hopes up. Even just here on the sofa was good enough for him, just because it was with Art. Besides, Potato took a liking to him so that must be good. Especially from the first meeting point when the pup was barking and growling.
Re: Alone, In This Bedroom « Reply #4 on Aug 30, 2008, 2:33pm »
Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present, a picturesque score of passing fantasy.
Ardan turned as he heard a whiny voice speak. It seemed Potato was picking on Drake and the boy was attempting to catch him. The Irish boy laughed loudly as Tator came running to him, obviously quite playful now. His dark eyes sparkled as the terrier took off down the hall and hid within Ardan’s bedroom. He couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh, his attention going back to Drake. He gave him a warm, welcoming smile, glad he was enjoying himself here. Although, at the moment he seemed out of breath due to the playing he had to endure from the Bull Terrier.
As he let joking words escape his mouth, Ardan simply shrugged, a grin on his face. His cheeks grew pink as the other boy came closer, wrapping his arms around him. His smile was teasing, making Art oh so tempted to kiss him. Before he knew it, they were now laying on the couch, thanks to Drake’s advances. He smiled again, though he was still warmed inside by the other boy’s attention. Ardan didn’t know why, but just being near Drake made him giddy and feeling as if he were with his first crush all over again.
As he received a kiss from the pretty boy, Art leaned forward, making it more meaningful. Of course, Drake had to pull away, making him pout. Then suddenly, Ardan was trapped beneath the other. Drake’s chin was close to his body so that Ardan couldn’t kiss him; his arms on both sides of him, and his legs were over his own. The boy spoke and Art offered a playful frown. He wanted to have the boy’s lips against his; it was just something he couldn’t get enough of.
I suppose you do, considering I can’t fight back.
His words were playful, a grin upon his face. Though he couldn’t escape, Ardan could still move his arms enough to wrap them around Drake’s waist. Resting his hands on the other boy’s back, he began to move them teasingly up and down the small of his back. It was as much as he could move, though he had just as much chance at teasing the boy. The Irish born grinned, his dark eyes sparkling with glee at Drake. He still couldn’t believe his luck at snatching the boy up before another could. Well, he was Irish after all, so it seemed his luck was increased because of it.
Art could tell Drake was already at home with him and it made him even happier. It seemed they would be spending a lot of their time here and it didn’t bother Ardan at all. In fact, he almost wanted to boy to stay with him forever, boy wouldn’t that be wonderful! Potato hadn’t come from hiding and the Irish boy was quite thankful for that. Otherwise, the little dog would be all over them, not letting them have an ounce of alone time. His smile remained on his face as he looked up at Drake, dark eyes staring into his.
Drake gave Art a look as he felt Art's hands go up and down his back, almost like his own way of teasing.
"Ok, ok, I'll let you go." Drake smiled widely, placing his leg back down beside him and lifting Art up onto his lap.
Drake just looked up at the boy for a moment, liking what he saw. What a gift he was, and Drake wouldn't ever take Art for granted. I mean, he was just so cute!
Drake let his arms just hang from his side, his hands resting on the couch. Art was fully on top of him, everything in his control. Of course Drake couldn't set things up all the time, it was a... group effort. All he could do was smile, his dark eyes sparkling, awaiting some affection. He felt his heart speed up a bit, what with the warmth of Art on his lap and the boy's dark eyes staring back. It was enough to make him die, but to Drake it felt like he already had because this was just heaven. If you can't commit suicide, just find an Irish boy.
"Kiss me." Drake half demanded half pleaded. He probably didn't even have to say it, because Drake saw it in Art's eyes that he wanted to anyways, so it all worked out.
Drake's fingers pressed slightly against his jeans, the black denim rough, but was nearly unnoticeable on his calloused fingers. Art had worn black jeans as well, which gave Drake the impression that they were on the same wave link, that they both thought the same and wanted the same thing: each other. That was a good thought seeing Drake truly did what Art, and he couldn't help but believe that he actually loved him. Love wasn't a word he tossed around freely, because he hated breaking hearts. But this boy on his lap was love, or at least he wanted to think so. It wasn't a crime to fall in love, was it? Drake didn't think so, especially with how wonderful it made him feel. It should be a crime to not fall in love because this was just too much fun!
Drake had a smirk on his face, one of his many flirty ones, yet he tried to maintain a straight face. It didn't work out too well since his eyes were shining and with the smirk and all that, and his jaw was tightened as if forcing himself not to smile, so it just added to more of a playful expression. It was just so damn hard not to smile around Art and so much more harder to keep his spirit from flying and his heart racing. So this was a loose-loose situation, no matter what.
Re: Alone, In This Bedroom « Reply #6 on Aug 30, 2008, 5:42pm »
Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present, a picturesque score of passing fantasy.
His teasing seemed to have an effect on Drake, for he received nearly the same look he had given the boy earlier. Chuckling softly, he grinned when Drake finally decided to let him go. Though he merely ended up in the other boy’s lap, which was perfectly fine with Ardan. He could feel the boy’s eyes on him and he stared back, equally as much in love as the other. The Irish native noticed that the boy’s hands were simply resting at his side, giving Art the reins on the situation. Of course, the brown headed boy didn’t mind, it just gave him more happiness knowing that Drake wanted him closer.
Art couldn’t help but smile along with the other boy, loving the way his eyes sparkled. Resting his hands on the waist of the pretty boy’s black jeans, Ardan continued to stare helplessly into his eyes. It was like being lost in a sea of amazingness and he couldn’t seem to get enough. Drake’s words made him snap out of his staring state and chuckle softly. He didn’t have to be told twice!
Slowly sliding his hands up and under Drake’s shirt, Ardan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against the others. The Irish boy rubbed his finger tips on the warm skin of the boy, though his actions were more playful than lustful. He nibbled softly on his lower lip, and then moved to his top, doing the same. He shivered as he felt chills run down his spine. This had to be love, for if it wasn’t, then it made him wonder what love did feel like. With a content sigh, Ardan let his tongue graze Drake’s lips, softly teasing him before pulling away with a grin.
He noticed the other boy’s smirk and leaned forward, kissing him one more time. As he pulled away again, he heard the faint sound of claws on the hardwood floor. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the Bull Terrier enter the living area, his sad excuse for a tail wagging happily. With a shoo from Art, the dog whined softly before escaping back into his room, tail still wagging despite his being tossed aside for another. It made the Irish boy feel bad, but now, he had another boy to spoil.
Turning back to Drake he grinned softly, letting his hands come to a rest at his waist. He began planting little kisses on the boy’s lips before going down to his collar bone and back to his lips. Oh yeah, he was teasing, but he figured the other would still like the action. If he didn’t, well all he had to do was say so, but while he didn’t have no for an answer, he continued with his efforts. After a few moments of this Ardan pulled away for the last time, resting his forehead against Drake’s. With a smirk on his face, he waited for the boy’s reaction.
The feeling of Art's hands on his skin was unbearable, and as the boy began kissing him and biting at his lips, he just wanted to whimper and let it continue forever more. He just let Art do his thing, not wanting to intrude, but also because it was amazing how it felt and he didn't want to stop it. At one point Potato came in, Drake hearing the pitter-patter of the pup's toe nails on the floor. Art turned to the dog and told it to shoo, and Potato just looked at them for a minute before unwillingly going back into the bedroom. Art continued on for a moment, planting little kisses on Drake, before getting at his collar bone. Drake closed his eyes and just raised his head, exposing his neck. When Art finally stopped, he just rested his forehead on Drake's. Drake was back at home once more.
Drake just let it all soak in, before a slightly evil grin came upon his face. It was his turn now to push his fingers up underneath Art's shirt, and lightly skim them over his sides. Drake bit his lip, just looking at Art, while his hands ran up Art's sides, and then around to the Irish boy's back, resting there finally before Drake spoke.
"Why don't we follow that pup and I finally get the full tour of your house?" Drake asked, his eyes lighting up with pure excitement.
Obviously Drake didn't want to see the whole house, just the bedroom. He was curious, and wanted to finally just let it all go with the boy on his lap. The connection between them was so strong that Drake knew it was more than just physical attraction, so why not get it done with now, then waiting a long time? It wouldn't ruin their relationship and would only give him an excuse to spend more time over at Art's place, and most of all, more time with Art.
Waiting for the one answer felt like an eternity, even though it was merely seconds. But Drake's heart was rushing while his thought imagined what would happen beyond those doors, and what exactly his bedroom looked like. It was enough to get him super excited to the point where he wanted to jump up and just run into Art's room and bounce on the bed. But we all know only little kids do that, right?
Art's skin felt so good against his finger tips. It was soft and warm, making Drake relax slightly even though he was screaming with happiness on the inside. As he felt more and more comfortable by the second, he felt his fingers tighten and press into Art's skin slightly, almost as if telling him he didn't want to boy to ever leave.
Re: Alone, In This Bedroom « Reply #8 on Aug 30, 2008, 7:03pm »
Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present, a picturesque score of passing fantasy.
A soft giggle escaped his lips at Drake’s reaction, one of obvious pleasure. He was glad to be the one to give the boy a good time. As a somewhat evil grin took over the boy’s face, Ardan just grinned. As Drake slowly pushed his fingers against his skin, a soft sigh escaped his mouth and he closed his eyes. As the event continued, his deep brown eyes soon opened again, only to close once he gave the other a loving kiss. When Drake’s hands came to rest on his back, Art rested his forehead against Drake’s once more, smiling softly. It was unbelievable the emotions he felt and he never wanted them to go away.
As Drake spoke, Ardan pulled away to look over his shoulder. He had an idea of where exactly to being the tour, but he suddenly began to grow nervous. Would anything actually happen while Drake was here? He wanted it too, but his inexperience made him tense up. Turning back to the boy, he saw his eyes sparkling with excitement. Ardan’s eyes went dull with dread and he had to turn away again to hit the emotion. With a sigh, he turned back to Drake, a smile now on his face. He would hide his fear for the moment and just show the other boy around the small home. He sighed happily as he felt Drake’s grip on his skin tighten a bit before he spoke.
Sounds like a plan. Well, you’ve seen the kitchen and obviously the living area.
Getting up from the other boy’s lap, he grabbed his hand as he stood. Gently pulling him, Ardan let a grin root itself to his lips. He wondered if the boy had planned this, but he knew he probably hadn’t. Drake was clever and was probably simply taking advantage of the moment. Potato heard the commotion and can bounding into the room, barking excitedly. He only earned a desperate shushing from the Irish boy, who in turn, simply received more barking and jumping around.
Giving up on the dog being quiet, Ardan led Drake towards the hall. As they walked down it, the terrier followed at Drake’s heels, now only wagging his tail. Coming to a doorway on his left, Art let a sigh escape his throat before he led the boy into it. The walls were painted a lovely green color, much like the grass in the spring. On the walls, were various paintings and drawings framed and carefully hung. All of which, were Ardan’s works that he simply couldn’t seem to get rid of, so he kept them himself. A twin bed took the floor against the wall on the right of the area and a closet on the left.
Of course, there was a dresser in between along side a desk where papers were scattered everywhere. On the floor was a lighter green rug on top of wooden flooring. Looking over his shoulder, Ardan let a smile show on his face. He wondered if Drake would like the room or just fancy the lime green bedspread Ardan had picked out so carefully to match the rest of the room. To some, it looked like a forest threw up, but to Ardan, it was a work of art. Green was his favorite color and it showed quite obviously, though the room was still a mess of papers and shoes. He stood there grinning, wondering what the boy would think of the space.
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