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 Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 2:54 pm
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The text had woken him, but he it was the name attached to it that came as a shock. Bleary, tired eyes widened into focus as he sat up in his bed and stared down at the message. Short, only a few words, but incredibly worrying.
I can't sleep.
Never in all the time he'd known his boilfriend had such a thing ever fallen from the lazy boil's lips. Or, in this case, fingertips over a touch pad keyboard. Alarmed, Jory shot back an invitation.
Then he sank back against his pillow, fingers running through his own hair as he yawned, and wondered if the door was unlocked. He spent a solid minute trying to remember, then finally crawled out of bed to make sure.
Yep, he'd left it unlocked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 10:18 pm
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Jory had only just crawled back into bed when the door opened and the glowing blues of his boilfriend's eyes cast faint shadows around the room. Jory blinked up at him, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the introduction of new light, so he could see his face, and when they did, and those red rims showed themselves as dark shadows, the boil reached for the other monster, hooking two fingers around one of Zaire's.
It had been okay since they'd run into Zaire's ex in the maul. Talks and and almost endless cuddles had pulled the afanc from his usual anxiety fueled shell, and though perhaps a touch quieter, Jory was no less affectionate, and in fact, more clingy.
He'd have been with Zaire tonight, before now, if a scheduling conflict hadn't prevented it.
Every minute spent together, and every soft touch, was just one more reassurance. Not just for Jory, but for Zaire as well, and he wondered if that anxiety he'd showed at the maul was what kept him awake now. "Are you okay?" It was soft, concerned, as he gave that hand a soft tug, sliding over to make room for the mahamba in the bed,
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 3:38 pm
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It only took him a moment to locate Jory on the bed, eyes made for the dark was one thing he had going for him. As the other adjusted steps were already falling to the floor to bring him closer to the bed. When blue fingers wrapped around a finger, a soft smile drew his lips apart for a gentle, tired, "..hey....." While it wasn't present his tone held the usual, did you miss me on it.
Things thankfully hadn't gotten strange between them after the run in with Helki, but they had taken a turn towards extra clingy and a touch quieter. Not that Zaire minded, in fact he was noticing the more Jory seemed to need him, the more he wanted him to need him. It was strange, complicated but thrilling.
Comfort washed over him with just the little touch. Reminding him how it was oddly comforting all the time he spent reassuring Jory, it made him wonder if this was how the other felt?
Again his mind was racing, maybe it was because it was less dramatic with Jory? Less demanding, less pressuring in the way he didn't have to try and figure out what would make him happy, since he could do the normal, the Zaire way and that worked just fine. Or maybe it was because the street went both ways this time, Jory reassured him, like now and that was something special .
Instead of answering the concern with words the mahmba slid into the bed on the tug. His bandage hand going up to slide against blue cheek, cupping it in time with a soft sweet kiss. He was ok now and that was what mattered, curling around the other legs and all, even if he protested, the monster cuddled tight against his boilfriend.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 7:02 pm
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It felt like a weight lifted off his chest when he saw that soft smile, heard that drowsy voice. Anxiety that slowly crept in during the day, washed away by Zaire's mere presence. He was being needy, utterly clingy as of late, but the other boil didn't seem put off.
"Hey." It was soft, worried still, but he cracked a small smile as Zaire crawled in beside him. Fingers brushed his cheek, and baby blues closed on the kiss before the feel of the bandage on he other boil's hand had him blinking, confused, as Zaire cuddled in against him. Frowning, he reached for that hand, drawing it up where he could see it, fingers gentle.
"What happened...?" Ears fell back, tail draped over his boilfriend's hip, and he was sitting up, looking down at Zaire's hand. "Did you.. was it another hunter?" The idea made his blood run cold.
Zaire had come back to a few days ago, arms wrapped in bandages, and by the time he'd finished the story of how the injuries had come to be the smaller boil had been shaking.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 8:24 pm
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An accident. Just an accident. Jory let out a breath, shoulders loosening, as he looked down at the back of Zaire's hand. Very gently he'd trace the tip of a finger over covered peaks of his knuckles, until they lifted, and on a smile, obliged the other boil with a soft kiss. "You're okay?"
Even with the lingering question, he felt better, and that translated in a soft hum at the nuzzle, head turning to catch Zaire's cheek for a peck after the kiss to the tip of his ear.
The subject change was accepted, gratefully. "Long," he offered, turning to lean in against the other boil's chest, arms snaking around his neck. "I don't like days where we don't share any classes." It was said softly, lips moving against Zaire's skin as he pressed his face into the taller boil's throat.
There was a small pause, Jory's chest rising in falling as he breathed in that familiar, earthy scent of the mahamba, then he sighed, this time content. before adding. "I missed you."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 12:21 pm
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The sweet trace of fingertip to bandage brought a more genuine smile than the one he had entered with. A slow nod, raise of brow and the monster was relaxing down after the kiss. Pleased his boilfriend always wanted to please him, it was times like this Zaire just couldn't help but be selfish. Cuddling closer a deep inhale of Jory was made before a murr of a reply was released against his skin, "yea..."
Blue eyes closed, fins twitching in delight at the soft hum his nuzzle brought. The noises Jory made were relaxing, just the sound of him breathing next to Zaire was doing a world of good in the way of lulling him to sleep. Those soft lips at his cheek widened his smile and tightened his grip around the other. Slowly as legs shifted together under the blanket, entangling them further together, his breathing evened.
A tanned arm shifted to rest over Jory's hip as he moved into a more comfortable position, his second hand resting underneath him and slowly falling asleep. But he didn't want to move, didn't want to not feel the phantom sensation of those lips at his neck when the other spoke against it. Nope, his arm would just have to fall off or fall all the way asleep, because he wasn't moving.
"I missed you."
The words were enough to bring on the peace his mind had been needing, enough to have him dipping for just a single tender kiss at white hair. Content with just that he cuddled Jory closer, not wanting to think anymore about anything but the breathing body next to him and the happy flutter he felt in his chest. "...Yea...me too." Zaire finally spoke, low and in a whisper a much shier tone than he normally used with Jory.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 4:27 pm
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A very soft chuckle sounded as strong arms pulled him in closer, and he gave a very soft rumble, tucking his head up under the other boil's chin so breath came in a warm rush against tanned skin. Wordlessly, affectionately, he stole a soft lick against the edge of Zaire's jaw.
The tension had drained away from the both of them, and Jory curled an arm around the mahamba, fingers massaging gently against the other boil's back in small, comforting circles.
His heart gave a little flip as his boilfriend lay a kiss against his head, and another happy noise left him, half curious, at that oddly soft tone. Zaire was many things, but shy was not one of them. Of the two of them, Jory was the shy one, the bashful one.
So he drew his head back, tilting it thoughtfully, before laying a soft kiss on his chin. A bid to have him opening those pretty eyes, so he could see the question in his own baby blues.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 5:59 pm
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The wordless affection hit hard, bringing a gentle curl of claws into the blue boils side. Holding tight another nuzzle then push of foot between Jory's leg he gave, getting comfy in the embrace. The lick was a little shocking in that it broke the sweetness with an edge of heat, want. Carefully calming down his heart the mahamba snuggled down deep against the pillow, the scent of his boilfriend rushing out of the fabric though done nothing to help him.
The feel of fingers massaging gently against back had him cooing nearly, though it was more of a raspy noise and with it fingers touched the nape of Jory's neck to play with his hair.
Zaire was happy to hide in the moment, enjoy it, but like his boil did he coaxed him back with that kiss. Slowly tanned lids lifted to reveal an equally set of questioning eyes. Certain things better left unsaid in his opinion lingering at the edge of his dark pupils but reflected out to the other. Sheepishly he gave a strange sort of grin, a funny one, then bumped their noses together at the tip.
"...Sometimes...I...just want to eat you...up.."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 7:11 pm
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The lick had been a sweet gesture, though as it always seemed, heat lay so very close to the surface. A fire fanned by the excitement of a new relationship, and the rush that something as simple as a brush of fingers could bring. Zaire's touch had been electric from the moment their eyes had met in the pool after their race. When a little clever banter turned into a careful flirting.
He remembered when a tanned hand closed over his own, and the taller boil had pinned him against the edge of the pool. The moment of bravery, when a blue hand had come up to rest lightly on Zaire's side.
He remembered the kiss, and the way his mind had seemed to shut down, fuzzy and overwhelmed, as goosebumps had rushed across his body.
"Sometimes?" All the time. The nose bump had baby blues closing, briefly, and the flicker of a smile touched lips, but Zaire wasn't off the hook. Cool skin rubbed in a nuzzle, cheek to jaw, before he was looking into those glowing eyes again,
Open, patient, and maybe just a touch unsure. Another kiss on the mahamba's chin, then a gentle nibble. Reassuring, encouraging.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:12 pm
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Staring down at the other a flashback broke thoughts, a vision of their first meeting assaulting his mind. From the moment they had met it had honestly been hard to take his eyes off of Jory. At first sure it had been due to amusement but now it was so much more. He looked so lost at the maul, so sweet and the hesitance at the end of their meeting, cute.
It was kind of hilarious really, to think the boil so comfortable in his arms now probably didn't even consider to even be his friend then. It was funny how time and touch changed things, funny how the feelings in the pit of his stomach could twist then uncurl into a fluttering of feel good with a single word. Zaire's cheeks warmed, gaze becoming gentler as the other questioned him.
All the time.
At the nibbled kiss he grinned wide, curling around on an abrupt laugh and turning to pin Jory in the covers below him. Glowing eyes locking on those baby blues, the ones that could persuade him to do just about anything. Like admission, "..you..alright damn it....all the time...." A flicker of a smirk rose, it read happy now before the smirking set crashed down hard against Jory's lips. Going with the reassurance and giving back his own the best way he knew how.
For the moment Zaire was indeed wrapped around the little blue finger he stole a n** to.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:59 pm
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He hadn't. It took a lot to chip through the smaller boil's shell, though admittedly, Zaire had gotten through quicker than most. There had been a certain quality to the mahamba from the very start, calm and easy. Well, maybe not always calm...
Zaire grinned, sharp and wide, and Jory gave a soft squeak as he was tugged and pinned, clutching at the front of the taller boil's shirt. He paled as he looked up into glowing eyes, pulse speeding, as the other monster spoke, and he beamed up at him, so obviously pleased, utterly adoring. It had been a long week, troubling and stressful, but Zaire pulled him out of the pessimistic cloud that would have formed around him.
The other boil cared about it, wanted him, and it was obvious in the looks, the constant touching, and the rush that always came with the weight of Zaire's lips on his own.
Slender fingers uncurled from the cotton of the shirt, drifting up to tangle in dark hair as he wrapped his arms around the mahamba's shoulders. Tails curling together, legs drawing up to press knees into Zaire's hips, he held on, clinging, to the boil above him.
He'd tried not to think about it, how scared he'd been at the idea of losing him, before Zaire's silent plea in the maul had driven the thought away. It crept back now, not because the fear remained, but because he felt secure enough to actually face it. He really liked the mahamba. More than liked him. Zaire had become an important facet to his daily life.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 4:16 pm
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That adoring gaze, the feel of pulse against his hand that held the others wrist it was enticing, but released so those hands could bring chills to his body. It made him want to pounce Jory and further prove how wild about him he really was. How much in turn Zaire adored him without words to just reassure him but. - Oh that adorable blanch of color.
A yawn slipped out and the monster was lazily lowering against the other boil. Weight nearly full pressed against Jory since it was hard to hold himself, excitement was still there and clearly made itself present on the other boil but he was tired. It had been a long sleepless night and Jory was so cuddly. Torn a lazy nibble started against the others neck, working slowly towards jaw.
Those talented fingers in his hair bringing a growl of further frustration and pleasure. Snuggling down into the cling, Zaire's tail curled tightly like a hand against Jory's then slowly released to rest ontop. His lips stilled slowly, breathing getting softer and yet heart still hammering for more. Beating like a drum that called impatiently for the dancers to start.
Slowly lidded glowing blues made their way up to stare questioningly into those baby blues. A gentle kiss, move of hands to hold and play with the white hair and stare, if Jory wanted they could dance, but the hold said he was also content with simply falling asleep with his boil in his arms.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 8:04 pm
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Since tanned fingers hand closed over his on the edge of the pool, there had never been a point where Zaire's touch didn't speed his pulse, even if just a little bit. His heart beat now, heavy, responding to the weight of the boil above him, the nibble of sharp teeth at his neck, trailing up along his jaw. He made a sound, soft and warm against a fin ear.
He would have nibbled against that ear, started the promising dance, but Zaire yawned, settled more comfortably on top of him, and he remembered the text. Zaire hadn't slept, he was likely exhausted, and Jory was tired himself.
So he smiled as those glowing blues looked up at him, laying a kiss against a tanned brow, and slipped his hands beneath the back of the larger boil's shirt, tracing claws in a soft tickling rush along his shoulders. He sighed at the kiss, head tipping back into the run fingers though pale hair.
Yes, sleep sounded just dandy.
Though if they were sleeping, this was a less than optimal position. Nuzzling against Zaire's brow, he gave the other boil a gentle nudge to the shoulder. "Roll on your back." He said it softly, the edge of a yawn drawing the words out.
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