jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 30, 2012 18:00:26 GMT -5
Jordan groaned at the new trail of kisses, tilting his head on the pillow with a trembling breath. He reached for Deacon's hair again, the back of his head simply to mess with it. No hesitance crossed his thoughts at this point.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 30, 2012 18:07:27 GMT -5
Deacon worked his jean button undone, then his zipper down as he slowly got further down his stomach. Green eyes glanced back up at Jordan to look for any sign of hesitance from the boy before he worked down his jeans.
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He laid down on his side of the bed, looking back at the long over movie. He looked back at Jordan, that drug haze slowly lifting, but still not enough to comprehend just what this meant. He gently wrapped his arms around Jordan, pulling him close before he pulled the blankets up. "I don't know about you, but I'm fucking tired.."
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 30, 2012 18:28:48 GMT -5
Jordan arched as Deacon began working on his jeans. "Mnh..." He mumbled softly, gripping at the sheets.
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Jordan panted softly, curling up, bare body coated in sweat. The drugs were beginning ti fade, but still lingered enough. "Mm.." He murmured in response, curling close. His head found Deacon's clawed shoulder, bandanna tossed somewhere on the floor, hair a mess. His eyes closed, cuddling up against the other male beneath the blankets.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 30, 2012 18:32:04 GMT -5
Deacon tipped Jordan's chin to his, giving him a slow soft kiss before he laid his head back on the pillow. He drew a knee up between Jordan's legs, longing for that closeness they'd had just moments earlier. He closed his eyes, his breathing slowing as he slipped into sleep.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 30, 2012 18:37:12 GMT -5
Jordan met the kiss softly, whimpering deep in his throat as the leg was put between his. He just scooted closer, listening ti Deacon's breathing slow. Eventually his own began to as well, and soon enough he was asleep.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 30, 2012 18:44:48 GMT -5
"Ow ow ow.." Deacon cried, glancing at the clock on the wall. A little past three and his ear was killing him. He pulled his arm out from under Jordan, tugging on his painful ear. It took him a moment before he realized just what a mess his bed was, and how much both of them were lacking any type of clothing. "Fuck.." He groaned, leaning helplessly against the wall. He felt like a fool, stupid for sinking low enough to do drugs again. And sleep with a patient, no less. He ran his hand over the bed sheet, looking for the ball to his belly button piercing.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 30, 2012 18:52:53 GMT -5
Jordan tensed as he heard Deacon, eyes opening. He swallowed when he realized he had no clothes on, and neither did Deacon. Running a hand through tangled hair, he sat up, fear and unease in his eyes as he stared at the coroner. Well fuck.. He could only blame himself though. Jordan fought the confusion, terror of letting another go that far. Fingers grazed the little ball on the sheets, a trembling hand reaching to offer it out.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 30, 2012 18:58:31 GMT -5
Deacon swallowed hard as the boy sat up. He couldn't remember the last time he'd screwed up so bad. He felt horrible, pushing the boy that far. "So much for being straight.." He mumbled, taking the ball from him. He screwed it back on, surprised the rest of the ring hadn't fallen out. "I.. I'm stupid. I'm sorry.." He tugged at his ear again, eyes wandering back to the boy. He was so ashamed, he felt like crying. Or screaming. "I never liked girls.. Not that it makes.. this any better."
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 30, 2012 19:07:12 GMT -5
Jordan drew his hand back once the item had been taken. But he could feel the shame. "I-...no..It was my fault too.." He whispered, voice cracking. His heart as hammering, body stiff. He reached out gently and hugged Deacon loosely. "Don't be so hard... We were both drugged up and-....I'm sorry..."
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 30, 2012 19:13:36 GMT -5
Deacon almost jumped as the boy hugged him. He wrapped his arms tightly around him, holding him close. He ran his hand slowly over his back, closing his eyes as he rested his head on the boy's shoulder. "Don't be sorry.." He said quietly. He could hear his mom yelling at him in his head, walking towards him with the frying pan she would be soon to hit him in the head with. 'No son of mine's gonna sleep with other men,' she'd told him bitterly. He kissed Jordan's forehead gently, squeezing him a bit. "Nothing to be sorry about."
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 30, 2012 19:18:55 GMT -5
Jordan hugged him just as tight, trembling. He didn't know what to think, it was almost too overwhelming. Faint welts still traced Deacon's shoulders and he swallowed. "Okay.." He choked. But Deacon's own feeling mixed with his was toouch. He was confused and scared, and more than anything didn't want to end up as a one night stand, either. Jordan had never let himself go like that. He was too careful since growing up with abuse. He buried his face in Deacon's hair, tears falling gently down his cheeks.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 30, 2012 19:27:46 GMT -5
Deacon felt bad now that the boy was crying. He slowly ran his hand through his hair, keeping an arm tightly around him. "Don't cry, Jordan.." He said quietly, turning his head to kiss his temple. His shoulders ached, but it wasn't as bad as his ear. 'I think I could get used to this..' He thought idly. "You can sleep here tonight, okay? No need to cry. Why are you crying?"
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 30, 2012 19:36:08 GMT -5
"I don't know I just-...too much.. i can't think... I never do this stuff..." He wiped at his cheeks, shaking. "I just scared myself...." He didn't want to think anymore, his addictions screaming he needed to be numb again. He kept close to Deacon, trying to calm himself down now that everything had actually hit him. Eyes traveled to the clock, realizing what time it was before he closed them.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Oct 30, 2012 19:40:03 GMT -5
"I never do this either. I've been pretending I'm straight for years now." Deacon said quietly, twirling Jordan's hair gently around his finger. He was so glad he had a blanket draped over his hips. Otherwise, he might lose it being so lose to a naked Jordan. "Just sleep.." He breathed, closing his eyes as he leaned against the wall. "Everything's gonna be okay in the morning.."
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Oct 30, 2012 19:55:23 GMT -5
"It is morning.." Jordan looked up at him, offering a weak smile before he curled up against him again. A hand found Deacon's chest and rested there over his heart, the beat soothing. Eventually he calmed down enough to trust that hopefully nothing would be done to him, and was soon once more fast asleep.
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