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He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Thread Started on Apr 8, 2007, 3:55pm »
Alan stopped his car directly before the school's front doors. He took his time putting it in park, the loud music in the stereo system of his bright yellow yellow Lamborghini Murcielago screaming Matt Shadows voice of Avenged Sevenfold, Zacky Vengeance's guitar blaring chords that were before thought impossible. Alan was a rocker. Not to be confused with a rockstar. He was pretty much a nobody. He enjoyed listening to Avenged Sevenfold and raping young men and women, killing them, and confusing everyone else that he didn't think was attractive enough to fuck. But this Alan boy actually had a sensitive side, especially for feminine gay guys, which he'd never had sex with because he thought they didn't deserve him. In fact, he completely avoided them.
He looked through the tinted window and squinted his eyes to see more clearly. The bell rang loudly but Alan didn't even notice it. He was here to pick up his blonde cousin, Annette, and her best friend, who just happened to be a fem. Sometimes Al suspected his cousin to be torturing him to be doing such things to him. Glaring hard at the doors, he noticed his cousin walk out of them while walking arm-in-arm with Jake. The Jake. Yeah, the one that Alan wanted to love on all night long. He gulped and unlocked the doors, blinking in an attempt to remove the shock from his eyes. Yeah, wittle Jake was going to be sleeping over that night. Shit. What was he going to do now? He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of him the entire evening for another miserable sleepover. Alan always locked himself in his room, trying to avoid even looking at Jake. Aww! He was in love. Or at least Alan's form of love when he completely ignored the person so that he wouldn't break their heart or hurt them in any way. With him, that was practically guaranteed.
Annette opened the door of the Lambo and climbed in back. She wrapped her arms around Alan from behind and kissed his cheek in an affectionate but totally not incest way. Al grunted in greeting and put the car in drive, waiting for her friend to get in before driving off. Once they were all in and the door was shut, he raced out of the circlular drive way and got on the road, the pedal to the floor.
"First off, slow down, Alan. Secondly, how was your day? I'm guessing not all that good?" she interrogated, acting oblivious to the fact that Alan liked Jake and was simply trying to outrun this. She totally knew, too. Al told Annette everything.
The speed of the car went down a little bit but it was barely noticeable. "It was great," he said sarcastically, biting his lip as they rounded the corner to the street they lived on. He raced down the lane and slowed as they reached the driveway, putting it in park in the large driveway and hopping out.
Annette rolled her eyes and led her friend into the kitchen. They had agreed that they were both famished and were going to fix a meal. Al stopped in the living room and snuggled into a blanket, for it was quite chilly in the house.
"`Ey! Somebody gimme a Corona!" he called in the kitchen and turned the television on, Girls Next Door being the first show. Ew. He quickly turned it to Workout!, a Bravo show about lesbians and gay guys as well as straight people putting a high class Beverly Hills gym together.
Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #1 on Apr 8, 2007, 4:07pm »
Ashlee was ready for this sleepover, he had his eye on his friends cousin for a long time now, but he didnt think he had any chance with him, he was older, alot more masculine, and Ashlee wasnt even sure if he liked boys. He didnt want to talk to Anette about it, he was afraid she would get mad or something, but anyway, he saw the car that belonged to his crush as him and his best friend made their way out the school doors. He slid into the car just as soon as he did the boy drove off in a hurray. The boy was always so quiet around Ash, it made him think he didnt like him. Ashlee was a little afraid of him actually, but still liked him at the same time.
But anyway, they got to the house, Ash and An decided they wanted to eat so they went straight to the kitchen. Ashlee heard the boys voice call to them from the living room, "a beer, at this time?" he asked his friend. He rolled his eyes and opened the fridge, "ill get it for him" he said grabbing a bottle of Corono out of the crisper.
Ashlee nervously walked into the living room and saw the boy all cuddled up in a blanket sitting so peacful, how he wished he was curled up next to him. A smile came across his face as he walked closer to the boy, he may have even started to blush. Ashlee tugged on his Sesame Street shirt with his free hand as he approched Alan, "did you say you wanted this?" he asked the older, attractive boy, in a very boyish voice for a boy of his age. Ashlee sounded like he never went through puberty, though he had at the age of 14, his voice didnt change, nor did he get hairy, but he didnt complain. He handed the boy his drink and backed away. "whats this?" he asked looking at the TV.
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Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #2 on Apr 8, 2007, 5:01pm »
Annette got the tofu out of the refrigerator and made a moderately-sized platter of Cajun blackened tofu. She was sure that her cousin wouldn't want any being that this was his least favorite meal in the world. He was a meat-eater and that was practically all he ate. "Alan, you want some, don't you?" she called sarcastically to him, giggling a bit.
Al whipped around and shot her a dirty look, flipping her off just in time to see Ashlee bending over before the refrigerator and removing a Corona Extra from the bottom of it. He had been silently praying to Satan, his god, that Ash would get him one isntead of his cousin. Flipping back around, Annette put the tofu in the kitchen appliance that smoked their meals. "Make me a fucking steak. Medium rare. I want it pink and bloody," he barked at Ann, knowing she'd do so. She was quite afraid of him and done literally everything he ordered her to do.
Once the beer was in the hand of the questioning Ashlee, he smirked at the boy and then looked away, the smile leaving his face. "Yeah," he said, snatching it and popping it open with his bare bands. He sipped it and removed a box of Marlboro Reds. Annette hated the smell of smoke but she'd never say such a thing to Al, which would be counted as complaining. No way. "Workout!," he said flatly, putting a cigarette to his wet lips and lighting it subconsciously. He looked over at the boy with need in his eyes, a soft, loving expression in his eyes. He was never sweet to anyone and sure as hell never gave anyone looks like that. Gulping, Alan looked away and dropped his head against the back of the couch, his Adam's apple bobbing fiercely.
Annette's boyish, raspy but still adorable voice broke the silence. Her words brung the edges of Alan's lips up somewhat. "I'm going to the store. We don't have any Italian dressing for the salad," she mumbled, grabbing the keys to her rocket blue Volkswagon Jetta outside of the garage. You might be wondering why she gets a ride when she has her own car. This was because Alan insisted on driving her. He liked getting to see all of the eye candy at that school. A lot of large-chested blonde cheerleaders with high skirts and black-haired, sparkly eyed innocent gay guys were at that school.
Within just a few moments, the door closed. Well, at least now Alan could see what Ashlee was like when he wasn't around his friend for protection. Was he scared? It would be wise of him to be. "It's basically about lesbians and gays in Beverly Hills who are all trying to get this one high class exercise gym running successfully. It's pretty good and a few hott guys are even on it. All the girls are whores, though," he commented non-chalantly. Did Ashlee know Alan was gay? Of course not. Only Annette knew that and she'd never tell a living soul her cousin's deepest, darkest secrets. Not out of respect, but out of fear of course.
"You're gay, aren't chyou?" he asked, looking up at the boy with a smirk on his face. He couldn't help but be nice to the smaller, equally attractive boy. Alan stood up and patted his hand against Ashlee's lower stomach before walking on by into the kitchen. While he'd been talking he'd been sipping his beer and now the bottle was empty. He threw it into the recycle bin that Annette insisted upon having and got out another one, still puffing his cigarette while opening the bottle and throwing the cap away.
Alan walked back over to the boy and put his hand under the kid's chin, pulling his eyes to his own beautiful blues. "Of course you are," he answered himself dully, blinking and dropping his hand to his side before passing him. It was almost as if he was passing it off to be a bad thing. Al took Ash's hand and pulled him next to him on the couch, their legs touching. He set the cigarette in a solid Austrian crystal ashtray and put the bottle on the glass cocktail table. He smirked and sat back, beginning to tickle Ashlee quite flirtaciously. Awww, I think it's sweet. He pinned the small boy down and kissed his neck. "Don't tell Annette," he purred, rubbing the kid's neck while very slowly and affectionately kissing his jawline and cheek. He stayed like this for a moment, completely ignoring the fact that he felt incredibly guilty and just keeping his body weight atop the boy.
Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #3 on Apr 8, 2007, 9:43pm »
The more Ashlee was around the boy, the more he didnt like him, he was totally opposite of him self, rude, inconciderate and just plain mean. He treated his cousin like a slave. Was Ashlee starting to resent the boy he so long had a crush on...He wasnt sure how he felt about him. When Al answered the question about the TV show, he mentioned 'hot guys' Ashlee couldnt believe his ears, "wha" he tried to say, but the boy didnt believe what he just heard. Ash felt the boy's hand on his face, he closed his eyes, what was happeneing, then all of a sudden he was pulled down, whats going on? Poor little Ashlee had no clue what to do.
Me gay? ha. thats a laugh, of course he was gay. Who wouldnt know he was Ashlee was adraid to say anything, he thought it was a trap, his protection gone he didnt know how to take the boy, was he really being nice to him, the look on his face says yes, but the actions said no. Ashlee watched as the boy returned from the kitchen with another beer, He felt the boys hand on his face, what was happening. "of course you are arent you" where the words that made him whant to run, he thought he was in for it. Then all of a sudden he felt his body being pulled down beside him, Ashlee knew he couldnt fight there was no since in trying. The boy was going to kill him Ashlee was sure of it. Ashlee was prepared to die when all of a sudden he burst out into laughter from the tickling sensation from the older boys hands. "stop it, im soooo ticklish" he said in between breaths. Then his dreams came true when the boys lips touched his neck. "whats are you doing?" he asked trying to push the boy off him.
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Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #4 on Apr 9, 2007, 3:29pm »
Alan stopped immediately when he felt the hands on his chest. He should have known that Ashlee wasn't into him. He jumped away from the younger boy and sipped his beer. That Corona might have lightened him up a tad but he was still the same old Alan. His blue eyes pierced the space between him and Ashlee as he glared at the boy. "Sor'," he mumbled, not bothering to finish the apology. He blinked and looked away, getting up and walking back in the kitchen as he sipped his beer. He felt so incompetent at the moment. "Goddammit! I should've fuckin' known!" he silently screamed within his mind, squinting his eyes closed and gulping, heaving a sigh from his body. Workout! was still on in the other room where Mimi was fighting with her girlfriend whom I forgot the name of.
As he stood in front of the stove, he looked at the flat top and wondered how he could get Ashlee's attention again. Put his hand on a burning hot surface? Eh, that would be over doing it a bit. Alan looked over at the couch, face long and clearly miserable. "You can change the channel if you want," he told the boy. Wow, he was actually allowing another to watch something that he didn't wish to see! Obviously this boy was something special to Alan although he secretly prayed that Ashlee wouldn't notice. Yeah, it was cute and all, but what if Ashlee actually hated him for kissing his neck and face so suddenly. Alan was so afraid of that.
Turning his back to Ashlee, he stepped out of the kitchen and down the luxurious hallway, jogging up the stairs and taking a right to his massive bedroom. He stode casually inside, purposefully not closing the door in case Ashlee decided to go see him or something of the like. He sealed his eyes shut and fell onto his back on the king size bed, sighing heavily and wondering what his crush was doing. He kept thinking about the boys gorgeous blue eyes, beautiful black hair, and most of all his smile. It put butterflies in Alan's stomach, even if those butterflies were dead and beaten up. Alan never really had a sweet someone that cared about him, or at least one of those that he cared about in return. Was Ashlee ready to fill that void? The reward would be great but in order to get there might be troublesome.
Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #5 on Apr 9, 2007, 3:38pm »
AShley felt the boy get up, [i/] no![/i] he thought, he didnt want that to happen he would have just like to have known have was going on. Ashlee looked down ant the ground, he felt so bad, he just stopped somthing that could have made his life wonderful, he's wanted Al for so long now, and he almost had him. "its ok" he said when the boy said he could tunr the channle Ashlee wanted to scoot over next to him and hug him, but he wasnt sure how Al would react, "where are you going?" he asked but got no reply when he saw Alan leave the living roon.
He didnt want to be in this house alone, he wanted company, Alan's company, he decided he was goning to find him. It would be a mission, he would search high and low, this was a game of war! not really, but Ashlee had a wild imagination. He figured the boy went to his bedroom so that was the first place he decided to look. He thought he knew were it was so he took the path, the same one as Alan. Then he came to a hallway with a lot of doors. He saw Alan laying on the bed through one of the open doors, "hey" he said after getting closer to the door, "I didnt mean to make you run off" he said now entering the boys room.
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Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #6 on Apr 9, 2007, 3:54pm »
Alan was still on the bed, legs spread out and arms above his head, fumbling with the three rings on his fingers. He furrowed his brow, eyes closed as he thought about what Ashlee was doing and if he'd ever come and find him. The few seconds he stayed on his bed felt like hours. Suddenly a voice that belonged to an angel entered his plugged ears. His eyes shot open faster than ever before, instantly knowing who it was. Ashlee. He swallowed hard once more, expression softened as he looked hopefully over at the boy. He never responded to the greeting he sent to Alan, just listened to him walking closer and explaining himself. He bit his lower lip so hard it almost began to bleed. "I was wrong," he whispered, not at all trying to stand up for himself. He just frowned and gazed longingly at the incredibly attractive boy.
He tossed his head to the side, copper-colored curls falling to the side for a mere moment. "But I don't regret it," Alan finished, tightening his jaw and pursing his lips as he let his gaze fall back to the ceiling. "Don't tell Annette. By the end of the night, the entire city will think that I raped you," he said. Of course this wasn't true because Annette never told anything negative about Alan, but that didn't mean he couldn't be a prick to her. He stood and walked back over to Ashlee, instantly wondering where his cigarette was. And his bottle of beer. Eh, who cares? He was with Ashlee. "Ash," he cooed, closing his eyes as his hands went to the boy's cheeks but stopped short at his shoulders. The boy only came up to about the top of Alan's collarbone. "I bet Annette's gonna be back soon..." He swallowed the excess saliva produced from nearly kissing Ashlee. He even called the boy a nickname that Annette never did and she was his best friend! He dropped his hands and looked at the top of the stairs before pecking Ashlee's check one last time. He let his hands slide down the boy's chest and around his waist, releasing as he walked away. Haha, he totally just tried to feel that kid up.
Once he was back in the living room and sitting on the couch, he sipped his beer and put the cigaratte back to his lips, inhaling deeply. When would Annette actually be home? A while. Poor Ashlee. Alan was totally taking him on a walk around the house. He tended to do that though---walk around a lot that is. He suffered from a severe case of AD/HD and he rarely could concentrate on anything for more than five minutes.
Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #7 on Apr 11, 2007, 6:37pm »
Ashlee listened to the boy why was he sending him so many mixed messages, Ashlee justed wanted to kiss him now, and be with him forever, Ashlee wanted Al to be his prince charming and caring him off into the night. Ashlee thought Alan was going to kiss him, but he thought wrong. Ashlee didnt say anything as the boy left, dammnit, he thought as he left the room. Ashlee finally found him in the living roon once again, "why do you keep running from me?" he asked as he sat down beside him, "if you want to kiss my why dont you?" he asked agian, almost getting hateful, Ashlee was young, and confused, he know he wanted the boy, and thought the boy wanted him, but he wasnt trying very hard.
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Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #8 on Apr 12, 2007, 4:08pm »
Ashlee had a good head on his shoulders. He knew exactly what Alan had meant to do although Al hadn't expected him to realize that so quickly. He had underestimated the younger boy's common sense. Oops. Pressing his lips together and then letting them pop back to life, the pink on his lips was currently matching his red hot cheeks he noticed. He frowned and looked up, facing Ashlee. It was now or never.
Alan sat closer to Ash but soon decided to just go for the kill. All the emotions he had for this young boy were bubbling to the surface and he couldn't hold it in any longer. An expression of pure love was set on his stricken face. He said not a word, just bolted toward Ashlee and pinned him up against the back of the couch. The embrace he held around the boy's shoulders was strong but not demanding so that he wouldn't evoke fear from the boy. His lips were pressed firmly against this younger boy's own lips, needing, wanting, hungry for more. He had dreamed of this for so long. Finally his dream came true. Hopefully it wouldn't end in a nightmare.
He kept a good amount of his body on Ashlee's own torso, lips hard on the other. Alan pulled away a bit and softened the kiss, lips needing somewhat. His tongue slid across Ash's bottom lip. Alan was staring the boy straight in his eyes. His hands were removed from his back and were now rubbing Ashlee's sides, fingers moving in soothing circular motions. He was beginning to get really turned on because of all this.
Before it could get too far out of control, Alan remembered that Ashlee was better than him, or that was at least what he forced himself to think. "I want you, Ash. I need you," he whispered in the boy's ear, kissing it sweetly and nuzzling it. No, Ashlee wasn't better than him. Just different. Were they a good match? Alan wasn't sure yet but he knew that he had good chemistry with the boy already. He wrapped his arms around Ashlee and brung him into his chest, kissing the top of his head and around his forehead. He cocked his head to the side and gazed down at him sweetly, kissing between his eyes and then pulling away a bit more.
"Be my little prince," he whispered, leaning down to kiss his ear and then down his jawline until he was looking him in the eyes. Wow, Alan was an affectionate little booger.
Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #9 on Apr 12, 2007, 6:43pm »
Ashlee was a bit suprised how the boy was acting now, he was like two totally different people, Ashlee still confused didnt care when he heard him say he needed him. Ashlee kissed his head gently, "I want you too" he said to him, "ive wanted you for so long. Ashlee smiled at the boy he couldnt believe what was happening to him, he loved what was happening. He had never had a real boyfriend before, and he thought he might finally be close to getting one. "I would love to be your little prince" he said, "I love you alan" he said, but did he really mean it, he didnt really know him all that well, but he did love the way he looked.
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Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #10 on Apr 12, 2007, 7:02pm »
Alan groaned quietly in relief when Ashlee accepted the nickname he had picked out to call him. But wait, he loved him? Alan loved hearing those three glorious words, even if they were a lie. He'd heard them numerous times before, but he never shared those special feelings for the other person. He kept his arms around Ash, nuzzling his ear for a moment until he heard a car door slam outside. Annette was home. Eh, oh well. He stayed in the position even when his cousin opened the door and noticed Alan staring at her.
"Where's Ashlee?" she asked, her high voice somewhat squeaky. She and Alan were complete opposites. Annette set the large paper bag on the oak table and began pulling items that she bought from the store to complete their meal. She raised a brow as she walked closer to the couch and seen Ash's black head of hair almost directly below Alan's chin. Alan's eyes were still hard on hers. "Awww! I always knew you two would get together!" she rejoiced, jumping up and down and giggling. She ran around the couch and wrapped her arms around Ashlee, still laughing in ecstacy.
Alan was disgusted. He glared at her and waited until she moved away from Ash to remove his arm from his new boy toy and got up, turning around and looking at the bag on the table. "What all did you buy?" he asked, changing the subject. But on the up side, he didn't deny them being together, either. Alan done a long stretch before flopping back down beside Ash and watching Annette walk back into the kitchen. She loved to cook thankfully, so he could have a few more minutes alone with Ash.
Alan put his hand on Ash's knee and rubbed gently, moving his hand up a bit further until it was on his mid thigh. He didn't move it any higher or any closer in on his leg, just doing a soothing motion. "Wanna play a game?" he murmured to Ashlee, but Annette overheard.
She smirked to herself and chimed into the conversation. "Alan, keep it in your pants. Ash doesn't wanna play with the inch worm in your pants," she snapped good-heartedly, giggling and going on to fix the meal.
Alan zipped around and snarled at her, still nestling ash into him. He said nothing to her, not wanting to scare Ash off by being harsh. "I meant a different kind of game. Like twenty questions so we can learn more about eachother," he whispered more softly this time to keep Annette out of the conversation.
Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #11 on Apr 26, 2007, 2:50am »
Ashlee sat in the boys arms as the girl arrived home. "hey" he said to her. Ashlee didnt know how she would take it really, but she seemed ok with them too flirting and what not. what kinda game did he want to play Ashlee thought, he wasn't sure how he felt about Alan just yet, maybe he was a little too experienced for Ashlee, he wasnt ready for sex he had no desire for it at this point in his life, he just wanted some one to hold him and love him, and someone he would love back. Ashlee smiled when Alan said twenty questions so they could get to know eachother more, that sounded like a great idea to him. "sure lets play" he said with a smile on his face, "you first" he told the boy.
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Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #12 on Apr 26, 2007, 5:31pm »
Alan smiled sweetly down at Ash as he cuddled the boy into his formerly hollow chest, being that he now has a heart and all. His eyes were soft and loving, gentle and caring. They twinkled in honesty but seemed very relaxed. He'd calmed down around Ash and that was certainly something he hadn't expected. His entire facial expression mirrored his gaze: grateful. Usually a muscle was contracting in his strong jawline out of anger or fear but he was actually quite calm at the moment. He had never even entertained the thought of Ashlee being in his slender, lean arms...ever. This was a dream come true quite literally.
But I won't lie, Alan had a pretty good body. When tense, he was a rippling body that belonged to a soccer or tennis god, muscles on every part of his body. He had not a pound of fat it seemed. His hands were large and knuckley, callused; arms were lean and strong; legs being covered in just the right amount of hair and muscles in just the right areas. His core was another story. He had abs that were flat across, dips between the six muscles which frequently made the boys around him swoon.
Suddenly he heard his prince's voice purr to him. He had requested Alan to go first. He smiled and nodded, letting Ash sit beside him as Al leaned foward to get his box of cigarettes off the cocktail table. He expertly removed a Newport and placed it between his full, lightly coral-colored lips. After lighting it with a purple jewel lighter that Annette had picked up for him with a hand around the flame, he pulled the cigarette from his lips and let the smoke pour from them. He stood up and closed the massive oak doors of the den/living room they were occupying in order to close off these two and Annette. Stepping across the room as he took a hit of the cigarette, his back straight and posture of perfect proportions. "Me first, eh? Well...," he started off playfully, pouring a glass of whiskey for himself and setting the bottle to the side again. He pondered it for a moment. He decided against bringing Annette up. This was about them, not her.
He walked back over to Ashlee and stopped before him, taking a sip of the drink before setting it down behind him on the low-set table. Looking down at the boy, he smiled sweetly and took a hit of the cigarette. "How 'bout you tell me your favorite movie? We have a large array of films if you'd care to watch one," he said in a deep, dark voice that was mixed with rich and lively. Beneath the tattoos and skull-covered shirts, he was deep down a very intellectual and romantic guy. He stepped back and took a long drag of the cigarette, his eyes narrowed and cheeks hollow as he sucked in the toxins. He slowly exhaled, the smoke coming out of his nose. He flicked the cigarette in an ashtray and set it in one of the grooves.
Alan walked over to Ash once more and leaned way over him, hands around the boy's torso as he kissed his neck gently. Deciding not to go too fast, the kisses slowly began to decline before compeletely ceasing, leaving Al motionless atop Ashlee. He slipped off of him and leaned into the corner of the couch, legs around Ash to bring him back closer to him and put his arms back around him. Affectionate much? Absolutely. Alan didn't know what Ash liked so he was going to find out. Once he was in a comfortable spooning position with Ashlee in front/on top of him, he grabbed his cigarette and began to breathe it in once again. "Tell me if you're uncomfortable. I don't mean to smoosh you. You're just so cute I can't help but need to cuddle with you," he whispered from behind into Ash's ear, lips slightly grazing it before going back to loyally smoking the cigarette, remote in hand.
Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #13 on Apr 28, 2007, 11:54am »
Ashlee thought about it for a moment, when the boy asked him his favorite movie. "well, its a tie" he said, "The little Mermaid, and The Care Bear Movie" he siad looking at the boy, he would never admit these titles to too many people. Ashlee was a unique soul, he always wished he could be a girl, a little five year old girl, and stay that way for ever. He would wear princess dresses and heels, and prace around everywhere. He smiled at that thought. "so, my turn" he said thinking, "whens the last time you had sex?" he asked, he knew Alans reputation, and he knew he was a horn dog, so Ashlee decided to call him out on it.
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Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #14 on Apr 28, 2007, 2:40pm »
Alan smiled sweetly down at Ashlee as he spoke of the two movies that were quite childish as well as girly. It was something he rarely did, so Ash really should love it. He secretly loved to baby his boys and Ash seemed like just the guy to coddle. After just a few moments of pondering whether or not they had either of the mocies, Al stood and walked over to the massive entertainment center. He pulled out The Little Mermaid and set it in the DVD, pressing play and forwarding through the previews. He hated watching little kid movies with Annette, being that she loved them and watched them constantly, but he theorized that watching it with Ashlee would be totally different.
Stepping toward Ash, he heard the question. His eyes widened, he stopped in his tracks. "Uhhh," spilled from his lips. He thought this over carefully. Should he tell the truth or lie? "About eighteen hours. There was a party; I got kinda wasted and a guy came on to me." He decided not to lie. He didn't want to hurt Ashlee by lying to him. Al winced at his own words and looked to the side and then back to Ash with a tight, clearly forced smile.
"What about you? Or are you a virgin?" he asked curiously, sitting down next to Ashlee and cuddling the boy back into his chest into the same position as earlier, now taking his cigarette and breathing in the smoke deeply, breathing it out his mouth in an "O" shape above Ash's head in order to entertain the boy. See? Deep down, he was a sweetie.
Re: He Loves Him, He Loves Him Not « Reply #15 on May 15, 2007, 9:26pm »
Ashlee's eyes widened in shock, he wasnt sure if he was more shocked about him having sex 18 hours ago...or that he told him. Ashlee knew about him, and how he was with sex and all, but he wasnt expecting him to be so honest about it. "wow" he said. Ashlee sat there in the boys lap, and was loving it, he heard the boys question, but bit on his lip ring before he decided to answer it. He watched the smoke ring that the older boy made and smiled at it.
Ashlee finally decided to answer, "well, I'm not really a virgin, but I am kinda" he said looking away, "I havent actually had sex, just messed around, so what ever you want to call that" he said with a smile as he rubbed the boys leg. He turned around on his stomach so now he was laying ontop of the boy and kissed him. "this game is getting boring" he said then started to kiss Alan's neck, "why don't we play something a bit more interesting" he whispered in his ear, "like show and tell" he said with a grin, before nibbling on the other boys ear.
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