Sitting, Waiting, Wishing | Tag - Open

[ilyas aylin]

‘Foreign books’.

Alright, he’d give that a go, then, but he highly doubted there would be anything to be found in his native language. Chinese was all around; the strange markings were easy to recognize, although the blonde man had no idea what they said. Spanish, Italian. Dictionaries? How did they categorize these as ‘foreign books’?

Ilyas rolled his eyes slightly. This library was a mess, but at least it was quiet. Quiet by force, because the stern old lady that walked around ‘ssshh’-ed every person who even dared to open their mouth or breathe a little too loudly. Ilyas liked her; she worked very affectively. Was there a pocket version of her? He knew a place or two where she’d be able to hush crowds.

His fingers traced the back covers of the books that stood on the large shelves in front of him. The top shelve contained little of his interest, so he lowered his eyes to the second. No luck there either. A sigh escaped the man’s lips. This was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. It would’ve been so much easier to just scout the shelves of English books for anything interesting, but since when did Ilyas take the easy way out? Besides, he was in the mood for something else, a ‘back-to-my-roots’ kind of thing.

Squatting down, he found himself gazing at the bottom shelves which contained books that seemed to have been chewed on, but there was at least a wider range of languages to choose from. And, a pleasant surprise, he discovered the one language he’d hoped to find. So, they only had three books in Russian, it would still be good for some decent reading, probably. The man took out the first book. ‘Mertvye Dushi’. Nikolai Gogol was a well-respected writer, although Ilyas wasn’t familiar with this book of his. But a book with a title that meant ‘Dead Souls’, that was bound to be interesting.

With the book in his hands, the man glanced around the large library, he tried to spot himself a comfortable place to sit and read. There was a seating area, where several others were reading magazines or fascinated gazed at the pages of a masterpiece, but that was too far from Ilyas’ comfort zone. The section of foreign books was all the way in the back of the library; not many came here to find their favorite books. So.. why not read here?

Right in front of the big window, displaying the dark clouds out in the sky, the blonde took a seat. The window sill was surprisingly comfortable. He opened the book on the first page and wondered how long it would take the elderly woman, scouting the library, to start scolding at him. But until then, he’d have a nice occupation.

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] Today was just going to be one of those crappy days, Alex supposed. One of those days where the skies threatened rain as they loomed, dark slate and moody, above the streets. Everyone seemed to have places to go and no one seemed to want to linger long to listen to what his music had to offer. Alex didn't blame them. He doubted that he'd hang around to listen to a street musician, to be honest, even if he strummed and sang the cheeriest of tunes. Today the weather just wasn't in his favour. So Alex packed up before it got worse or something. The sprite had found himself wandering about the street - his guitar back in the van - until he reached the library. He shrugged. Why not? It wasn't like he had anything better to do and a good book would probably help burn off a couple of hours until the weather brightened or whatever. It was cosy and the warmth was plenty inviting so it went without saying that Alex's mind was made up within an instant. Although the young man hadn't wanted to further his studies in college, preferring the open road and the life it had brought him, it didn't mean that he didn't enjoy the odd good book. They were an excellent and entertaining way of waiting out traffic jams or passing time while a tow truck arrived. He didn't read as much as he'd like to but maybe that was the reason that reading still had something special for the traveller. Alex had been in the section that specialized in books which weren't written in English, nibbling his bottom lip until it was more plump while he decided between Machado's Soledades, Galerías y Otros Poemas or his Nuevas Canciones when another man entered. At first he didn't pay him much mind while he slid out his first choice and flipped to a random page. Alex didn't mind poetry and he remembered Machado from school, even if he'd loathed the poet back then because of the extensive analysis papers the professor liked to make them do. But now he saw the beauty in his words. It was nice. Alex's attention was drawn to the other man as he began to look on increasingly lower shelves. Biting back a cheeky smile, the sprite watched with an amused glimmer in his eyes. What? The man was, like, hot and he was practically about to bend over or crouch or something. Alex peered over his open book at him, swallowing down any immature sniggles that wanted to bubble out. Soon enough, the stranger straightened up and went to read whichever book he'd chosen as if nothing had happened. Alex couldn't hold the snicker back any longer and it came out as airless snort. Not very refined and not very subtle either. It was surprisingly loud and a slightly horrified Alex swore that it'd fucking echoed. His cheeks pinkened but he could feel his chest constrict with even more giggles that wanted to be freed. Fuck. Inappropriate laughing in a library. He was going to get kicked out or something. Or the man was going to think he was laughing at him. If Alex had to go with one of those scenarios, he honestly preferred the latter. [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

Ilyas was a rather fast reader and the book he chose wasn’t particularly thick; within a minute or ten, he’d read a good fifteen pages or so and really, the book wasn’t bad. A little gloomy and dark, but it contain a good amount of humor on the right places. The blonde man’s lips even curled upwards every now and then when he came across an interesting passage. And apparently, someone else was having a blast reading their book as well, since there came a loud laughter – it was laughter, wasn’t it? – from nearby.

Ilyas slowly lifted his eyes and looked to where the sound was coming from. He quickly caught sight of the malefactor, a youngster, of course. Was Ilyas the oldest guy in this town? It surely seemed so. Either way, the blonde rolled his eyes slightly and let the other guy be. However, it didn’t just stop at one simple snicker. The kid nearly looked as if he was choking or something.

Damn it, where was the old lady when you needed her?

Another roll of his blue eyes followed, before Ilyas directed his attention back to his book. He managed to read another sentence or so, and the laughter, again, made him look up. It really was rather annoying. A sigh escaped the man’s lips and it seemed he wasn’t the only one bothered by the laughing teen – couldn’t be much older anyway. From the seating area, there came a few glances as well, and yet, no one told the guy to hush. No one yet, that was.

“Hey,” Ilyas spoke up, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he peeked just over the edge of his book. “Go read your porn somewhere else, kid.” It really did seem inappropriate to read something so.. inappropriate in a library. Then again, where else but the library did the kid find such a book? With all these rumors about grey shades nowadays, there wasn’t a porn-free place in the world anymore.

Figuring he send a clear message, the blonde redirected his attention back to his book once more. The only reason he was still sitting here was because he refused to purchase a library card and couldn’t take the book along with him. And he actually somewhat enjoyed this rare moment of relaxation. No kid should mess that up.

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] Cheeses. The bout of laughter that was tickling his sides would just not leave him alone. He didn't even know why it was so funny any more. His sides were beginning to ache as he tried to contain them and his bottom lip was getting sore from biting down on it so hard. This was not an appropriate time for pointless giggles! He glanced around nervously and, yeah, he was getting looks and glares. Not good. He didn't want to get kicked out just yet. Surprisingly, when the man which was the cause of this little fit spoke, Alex didn't burst into laughter, he went suddenly quiet and still, like a child caught red-handed with the cookie jar. He looked at him with wide amber eyes, slightly watery from holding his chuckles inside. He said... porn? Oh God. Was that what it looked like? Alex didn't mind his fair share of porn, to be honest, but he'd never really read any in a library. Did libraries even have that sort of material? Alex glanced down at the current poem he'd been trying to read - "Recuerdo Infantil" - and, nope, that wasn't very explicit. He looked back up at the man and winked at him. "You sure?" He said with a light purr rolling off his tongue. "Don't want to read it with me?" What? He was just being a playful tease. He did, after all, have time to spare and he saw no harm in humouring himself with the guy. The sprite sauntered over and sat himself down beside the man, peering over his arm without invite to sneak a peek at what he was reading. Being talked to was invite enough for Alex. But what he saw was plain... gobbledegook to him. "Uh-huh. I think if anyone's reading erotica, its you, sugar." [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

Well, at least the boy shut up. Sure, the word ‘porn’ raised a few more eyebrows around the place, because only very decent and prude people came to libraries, of course. Was there someone gasping, even? It wouldn’t really be surprising. The gazes of a few curious men were to be expected, but the two old aged ladies, who were reading poetry over their cup of herbal tea; they looked rather shocked. This time, it was the blonde who had to slightly bite his lip to avoid him from snickering, but he did so successfully.

Ilyas’ blue eyes fell back on the page of his book and he read a couple of words, but he really should’ve known; he should’ve known the kid wouldn’t hush up so easily. If anything, Ilyas’ comment had only piqued his interest, it seemed. A ‘subtle’ wink gave away that much.

The guy’s first question went unanswered, but apparently the silent treatment was inviting, because it only took another moment before a shape doomed up in the corner of Ilyas’ eye and he found the space between him and the raven-haired male had seriously decreased. Likely, it was best to ignore this too. But the window sill really wasn’t big enough for two grown men, was it? Then why did this little pest squirm his way onto it anyway? Ilyas shuffled over to the left, for as far as that was still possible. Turned out the guy was nosy too. Ilyas found himself stuck – not just literally – between being very annoyed and making the best of this situation. The latter sounded somewhat more appealing.

A snort came from the blonde man. Sugar. A short glance to his right, showing the younger man a raised eyebrow, but not much later, the corners of his lips curled upwards and a slightly sarcastic comment followed. “Busted.” The smile on his lips remained as he went back to reading. “Don’t worry. You can have this one after I’m finished.”

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] Alex reasoned that if he wasn't welcomed to join the man on his perch by the window, he wouldn't have made space for him. There wasn't all too much room for two grown men but Alex had a small, willowy frame so he slotted snugly between the other guy and the wall. He was smiling at him as well. That could only mean good things, right? Alex returned the faint smile with one of his own, a brighter one which almost made the corners of his caramel eyes crinkle. He looked back down at the book but again it was pure gibberish to him and his smile faltered. "I'd say fold the corners of the good pages but..." Alex gestured at the text, his fingertip dragging over the yellowed page softly with a muted brushing noise. "...I don't get any of this." There was no fun in reading porn if you didn't understand the lingo it was written in. The young sprite cheekily let his gaze travel a little further down until it rested on an area very close to the man's lap, checking for any tell-tale signs that the book was, well, an enjoyable read. "It doesn't look like its any good though... so I'll pass." Alex patted the man's thigh and chuckled quietly under his breath. He looked down at his own book which he had been attempting to read - now closed and his page lost. He absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb over the worn cover with a bit of fondness before turning and looking back up at the man. "I'm Alex... and you?" [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

How would Ilyas ever be able to finish this book, if this stranger kept distracting him? His eyes kept focussed on the same word, for at least a minute now. It was probably best to declare today as ‘useless’, because it was bound to lead to disappointment to have any expectations now. The blonde flipped through a few more pages, but decided this book had to wait for a little, unless he could find himself a truly peaceful place, away from any..

The hell? Ilyas’ eyebrows furrowed slightly again as he noticed the eyes of his company had trailed off, so to speak. And yet, it left the blonde man snickering under his breath. That little pervert. “Hey Bambi,” he addressed the guy by his side, although ‘Bambi’ probably wasn’t a good nickname for him; this one was far from innocent, such as the little deer by the same name. His right hand reached out, and with a single finger, he lifted the boy’s chin up. “My eyes are up here.”

And after shortly meeting with the other guy’s orbs, Ilyas got off the window sill – really, it was too close to be comfortable – and away from the newcomer. “Oh, and don’t touch me without my permission.” ‘Or I’ll rip all the hair out of your little head’. But the latter didn’t actually leave his lips. He’d use it later, though, if there was a need for it. Somehow, the seating area now seemed a lot safer than before, so the blonde made his way over there, book still in his hand, and sat on the last free sofa available; God, what an awful red color it was. Of course the old ladies glanced and mumbled secretly to each other, but the blonde could care less. Once again, he gave the story he started another go.

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] So the man had caught him staring at forbidden goods. So what? He seemed to take it pretty easily though, only tilting his chin so he looked away. It let Alex see the vivid shade of captivating blue that his eyes were. His stomach did this excited little flop thing because he hadn't seemed all that offended or shocked with Alex's shameless peeking. That hinted that he had a chance, right? With the guy? Before he could further his investigation or whatever, he'd gotten up and left! Hmm... ah! How considerate of the man! He'd moved to the sofa - plenty of space for two people! Alex hopped down from his perch and wandered in after the guy into the main reading lounge. It was much more spacious although that took a bit of the privacy that they'd had before away. That didn't matter too much. Alex was good at keeping quiet. Unlike those old ladies which were whispering rather loudly among themselves. Ladies? Please? Didn't they know this was a library? The sprite let his thin body flop onto the cushy-looking couch beside the man who currently had his interest. He sort of mis-calculated something somewhere because when he looked up, Alex saw those blue eyes again and the back of his head was resting in his book. The young man smiled warmly despite his clumsy error. "You have nice eyes." Alex sighed. He had a thing for blue eyes. Possibly because his eyes unfortunately weren't that colour. In good lighting, his were a golden brown in colour; in bad lighting, they were the shade of dirt. "And really? Bambi? I said my name's Alex." He supposed he should, y'know, move his head off the man's book. But... he was comfortable lieing on the couch how he was right now, his legs outstretched and his hands clasped over his chest. "And what about you, cielo?" [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

Never thought that simply reading a book in the library could earn one a stalker. As if he’d give his name to this guy; before you know it, he’d be stuck like glue. A soft sigh left Ilyas’ lips as he found himself unable to turn another page of his book, because someone thought it was appropriate to snuggle against him. Ugh, physical contact. He was far too sober for this. Although, more inappropriate things were happening in the room. As Ilyas glanced to his side to scold at the ignorant boy, he caught sight of almost all pairs of eyes in the room, gazing straight at the two of them.

There was only one thing more annoying than a guy that wouldn’t shut up or unwantedly forced himself onto another person; the glances of people who’d already made up their minds; judgemental eyes, moving lips that whispered gossip, opinions that were prejudice. The blonde felt his blood slightly boiling. Two old ladies gossiping, he could’ve handled; after all, their lives were practically over, so they had little else to do but to judge other people and reminisce how their life had been different and perfect and prudish and stuff. The entire seating area staring? Alright, he’d give them something to stare at. If they weren’t yet feeling awkward, they soon just might.

“Yes, we’re reading porn,” he stated simply, his face rather expressionless as he gazed from one person to the other, “Gay porn.” Surely, these people wouldn’t be speaking Russian; how’d they know? And Ilyas ‘accidently’ held his hand over the title of the book, just in case. The man was a good actor, quite convincing. Time to put it to the test.

“I see all of you are interested. Let me read it out loud, so we can all enjoy.” The man cleared his throat for a moment and pushed this Alex off of him slightly, so he’d be able to ‘read’. He flipped a page. “Page 26, and already hot, steaming sex.

‘Raymond allowed his hands to slowly slide down Alex’s tight body – hey, you’re in here,” the man mumbled to his devoted neighbor. Alex sounded like a good porn name, so why not use it?“Anyway. ‘”Be gentle,” Alex whispered as Raymond’s hands reached his lower abdomen. Raymond just laughed lightly as he placed a kiss on the other man’s neck, then his chest and slowly, moved lower and lower. “I’m always gentle,” the brown-haired man mumbled as he softly bit down on Alex’s skin, while his hands had already found their way to the most delicate part of Alex’s body. The younger male moaned softly and Ray kneeled down, his tongue very slowly, yet tenderly moving over—“

‘Sssshh!’, came from behind them. The old lady, scouting the library grounds, had returned, but judging from the red color on her cheeks, she’d been standing there for a while now. The blonde man had to hold back a snicker again; it wasn’t even that explicit. Yet. “Good book,” he mumbled to her, as she stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, looking surly. And Ilyas thought he had the exclusive right to look like that. Oh well.

The blonde turned back towards the crowd he was entertaining, who were now practically looking at anything and everything but him, hiding their pink faces. One man even got up from his seat and paced out of the place. Homophobe, or closeted individual. “The movie’s better. I can all recommend you to see it.” Point made.

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] Alex looked up at the man with expectant eyes, toffee in colour, as he waited for the guy to give his name. This was the second time Alex had asked now. Maybe the first time he hadn't heard or something but this time there was no way he could've have heard. Their gazes met only briefly as the other sprite suddenly seemed more interested in something else. Alex could've frowned right then. What was more interesting than having someone like him practically on your lap? Curious, Alex followed where his eyes travelled. They flitted from person to person, never resting on anyone in particular, but noticed how they were all looking in their general direction. Didn't any of their parents tell them it was rude to stare? Alex was kind of used to scornful glances sent his way and had learnt to just ignore them with ease, as well as the occasional mutter or shout of 'fag'. He knew not to care and, because of that, he pitied their narrow-minded idiocy rather than find himself affected or even offended by it. They were reading porn? Oh. Okay. And gay porn? Sure. Why not? Alex was a bit surprised at how the man was addressing the whole of the main reading room now but... who cared when he was going to read out an excerpt from his erotica book? Alex definitely didn't. He moved away a tiny bit when he was pushed, getting comfortable and biting his bottom lip with a devious grin. Oh God. He was in it! Alex's eyes lit up so much they were practically twinkling. He had a vivid imagination as it was so his name being in it just helped visualize it in his head. Steamy sex scene with him in it. Yes, please. And, wow, the man read it out with that full, attractive voice of his that held a faint, yet exotic, accent to it. Alex, increasingly engrossed in the scene being read, was even getting tickles in his stomach. But, of course, just when it was getting good that old hag that worked here decided to interrupt. Alex's head whipped round and he openly glared at her. How dare she! It was beginning to get interesting! The sprite pouted moodily and turned back to the man - who he now would name Raymond for obvious reasons - in the hope he would continue or something. "That was, yeah... kinda hot." Alex whispered, his cheeks flushed lightly. He was looking down at the open page, slightly annoyed that he couldn't understand a single printed word. "I wanna read more." Alex whispered with a bit of a whine as he reached for the corner of the page and turned it slowly, as if in any moment he expected to be hit with the ability to understand whatever language this was in. "Or movie? We could watch it together?" He suggested, breathing lightly. He scooted back up so he was beside Raymond once again, resting his cheek against the man's arm and looking up at him again. "I don't really have anything to do today. And you seem... fun." [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

Given, it was probably best that the old woman interfered when she did, because Ilyas’ imagination had started to run out. But apparently he was convincing enough, since no pairs of eyes were staring any longer. A somewhat relieved sigh left the blonde man’s lips, until he noticed there was still someone watching. His gaze slowly fell to the right. Of course.

Hot? Oh sure. The whole façade was meant to scare off people, not to get this already way too lecherous guy even more worked up. But really, Ilyas should’ve known. Reading gay porn to an oversexed guy? Probably not the best idea in the history of ever. “Keep your pants on,” the blonde man muttered. For some reason, he felt the need to say that. This was a library, but it wouldn’t come as a complete surprise if the guy’d start humping someone soon. And Ilyas was straight in the crossfire.

The blonde leaned slightly away from the youngster, who seemed to still believe the Russian book was actual porn. Ilyas wasn’t quite sure whether he was simply annoyed by the guy’s presence, or highly amused by his ignorance. It surely was difficult – but there he went again with the physical contact – and therefore, the decision was made somewhat easier.

The book was closed and the blonde patted it against Alex’s head. “It’s about a guy who collects dead bodies, idiot. I made it up.” Secret revealed. Not that it really mattered, because slowly but surely, most who were previously in the lounge found their way out, some quicker than others. Ilyas rolled his blue eyes. ‘Fifty shades of whatever-color’ was a bestseller in this country, yet when someone read some porn out loud, everyone blushed like little children. Hypocrites.

As ‘fun’ as watching porn with someone who would actually be affected by that could be, Ilyas shook his head. How old did this Alex think he was? He was beyond those teenage years, where nothing really mattered but one’s own pleasure and entertainment. Besides, in this f*cked-up world, fun was rare. The last time Ilyas thought he had fun was when he’d gotten tipsy, a couple of nights ago, and he didn’t even really remember that. It was all just a haze, but he remembered laughing – at some guy who nearly broke his neck when he was too drunk to stand on his own two feet, but the blonde had laughed, nonetheless.

Fun. What is fun? Reading was fun, as long as no one interrupted. By now, Ilyas had nearly forgotten what the book was about. “I’m pretty sure you and I don’t do the same things.” And pretty sure this boy’s definition of ‘fun’ was far off from Ilyas’. “For instance, I usually keep my pants on during ‘fun activities’.” That comment was bound to earn him some cheeky response from such a perverted mind. Then again, the only one actually talking about sex had been the blonde. He chuckled lightly at himself.

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] "You... made it up?" Alex repeated with a slightly disbelieving tone. He watched Raymond for a moment, smoothing down his hair where the book had patted him. So it was apparently about some creep that collected bodies, huh? Alex, in all honesty, preferred what the man had supposedly improvised before. It'd seemed to come so easily from him that it was proving hard to believe that he'd made it all up. Unless... what he'd told the room was actually a fantasy! Oh, god, yes. That made actually a lot of sense! He had said that Alex was in it. That man wanted to get into Alex's pants so badly. He knew it. The sprite sat back a bit and tilted his head to the side, watching Raymond with a small, unreadable smile. So Ray already had his pervy little fantasies with him? Alex was cool with that. Still didn't explain why he was being so... awkward around him though, unless he was playing hard to get. Alex could play along for a bit, until his interest faded or similar. Something which usually happened quick since he easily found chasing someone rather boring. So Alex opted to try a little harder with Raymond. Wasn't like it was going to hurt. "You completely sure about that?" Alex asked, his voice lowered and decorated softly with a delicate purr. "If you gave me, say, an hour I think I could change your mind about that." He looked down at Ray's upper arm and walked two fingers up it, his smile now resembling more of a sultry smirk than the boyish grin from before. Alex was coming onto him and he was coming onto him hard. Ray's off-the-cuff reading had sort of gotten him into, y'know', the mood. In his almost four years of being on the road, Alex could genuinely say that he'd never came onto someone like this in a library. He wondered why he hadn't done it before though. Being forced to keep quiet and talk in hushed whispers and purrs had its novelty. It pretty much beat yelling into someone's ear how hot you thought their moves were, almost leaving them deaf, just so you could be heard over the blaring music in the club. "Hm?" Alex brought his pink lips closer to Raymond's ear, his breath coming close to tickling his skin. "We could finish that story ourselves if you like. I wouldn't mind. You left it off before it got good." Thanks to that old hag. The sprite was still ticked off with her but he bet that, deep down, she'd enjoyed what she'd heard. Many people were closet perverts and pretended to find repulsive things that secretly made them all hot and flustered. Social acceptance sucked if you cared about it. [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

That smile was scary; flat-out scary. Ilyas felt the urge to instantly back away, but his pride wouldn’t let him. Besides, if Alex would touch him inappropriately, he’d bite off the guy’s hand or something. That’d be a good lesson. Look, but don’t touch. But this guy just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Scolding at him didn’t work. A piercing glance, that usually made people shiver; didn’t work either. Some people were too damn persistent. Ilyas found himself sighing softly again. Was there no escape from this guy?

Then again, was that really so bad? Technically, the guy was adoring the blonde. Quite a change from what the man was used to, very rare as well, but perhaps, not necessary something he wasn’t allowed to enjoy. Besides, causing some mayhem was of Ilyas’ liking; he pretty much gave that away by his little, entertaining story. And how long had it been since he’d gotten laid properly? A while. Maybe this situation still had potential to turn into something good. Perhaps they could have ‘fun’. Would the old lady still ‘sshhh’ them, when she found them doing something quite different than reading?

So, Alex wanted to finish the story Ilyas had started. Well, that was possible. With such an open end, who could say what was to happen? Maybe the guy had a roleplay-fetish, but it could’ve easily been the blonde’s fault; using the name Alex in the story was simply asking for it. Either way, Ilyas couldn’t help himself from pushing the guy off and increasing the space between the two of them. If they’d go on with this, the blonde would make the rules..

Slowly, the man’s blue eyes met with those of Alex, the corners of his lips slowly tucking upwards. “Your mouth is big, but can you deliver?” he asked somewhat seductively. He then lifted his eyes towards the far corner of the library, where some large bookcases that held psychology books stood. It was a busily visited section, actually, but that made it all the more exciting, didn’t it? A short glance to his neighbor was probably enough to send the message Ilyas meant for the young one to receive. And if not, the smirk on his face probably would.

But just in case the guy was ignorant – which he more or less proved by now – Ilyas leaned in slowly, until his lips hovered only a few inches away from Alex’s ear. “Meet me there,” he whispered, not loud enough for anyone else to hear, but the interaction between the two left the remaining people in the lounge staring again; only until Ilyas decided to get up, which swiftly made them pretend to mind their own business again. The blonde winked at the younger male and then slowly, casually, strolled off towards the psychology section. Only when he was halfway there, he threw a little glance over his shoulder. Another wink of his blue eyes just had to do the trick. And then, he vanished behind the bookcase in the back.

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] Ray might have just nudged him away so his fingers couldn't carry on their jaunty walk up his arm but the man was smiling, albeit subtly. His whisper brought a touch more colour to Alex's already pinkish cheeks yet his elfin smile remained. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He murmured quietly with a teasing tone. This was beginning to seem promising, even if it were just some form of lewd flirting right now. It was an advance from before when the guy was just, like, brushing him off and stuff. When Ray looked away, Alex followed his gaze like he had done before when the other readers in the lounge had been staring their way. But he didn't see anything of interest. At first. His amber eyes flickered down to the other man's lips once he had brought them temptingly close, so close that he could almost feel his words be breathed onto his skin. It took quite a bit for Alex to not shiver in any way. He glanced back over at where Ray had been looking and gave a very slight bob of his head. "Alright." Alex's stomach was doing those excited flops again. He'd never done anything in a library besides read and slack off. There was a first for everything, he supposed. The sprite wondered what his friend, Mason, would have to say about this. Probably only good things after asking for all the gritty details knowing him. Then maybe ask why they hadn't fooled around in a library yet. Hoping he came off as casual, Alex pushed himself up off the cushy sofa and slipped a hand into one his jean pockets before stalking after Ray. There was a gnawing feeling of paranoia in his gut while he escaped though. As unlikely as it was, the feeling that everyone in the room just knew something was up was a hard one to shake off. Alex forced it away and shook his head at himself. This was a library. People weren't going to jump to atrocious conclusions just because they left the reading area. "So..." Alex began, leaning against one of the bookcases and looking about the psychology section. "...what would y'like?" The area was small and empty of other people. It wasn't exactly enclosed or secluded but having only one entrance/exit gave a vague sense of privacy which Alex could work with. He glanced around one last time before stealing the last couple of steps that separated him from the older man, rubbing the back of his neck while wearing a coy smile. Once he was close enough, Alex hooked one of his spidery fingers into one of his belt loops. He wasn't too sure what he was exactly allowed to do yet. It wasn't like he knew for certain what Ray was okay with or what he wanted. [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

It was nearly 5pm. How many people would visit the psychology section now? Most were likely heading home for dinner. And besides, causing trouble was so much more fun when there was a chance of getting caught, wasn’t it? Ilyas crept into the furthest corner available, where he waited – only shortly, because he knew the young one wouldn’t be able to contain himself for long – and gazed out the window for a moment. It, indeed, wasn’t long before Alex’s voice sounded from close by again and the blonde man started to smirk.

“What do I want?” he questioned while his eyes scanned an area way below Alex’s waistline. “You wanted to finish the story.. Why’s your shirt still on?” The blonde man reached out, slowly unbuttoning the shirt Alex was wearing. He hated button-down shirts; he much preferred his sleeveless, casual shirts over anything so fashionable. But his shirt had its advantages too; it was probably easier to take off.

“I left out some details earlier,” Ilyas revealed while he freed Alex’s upper body from the tight shirt the guy was wearing and allowed the cold fingers of his left hand to run over Alex’s bare skin. Slowly, his hand moved upwards, over the boy’s chest. “You see,” the man whispered as he took hold of Alex’s wrists, “Alex was tied up.” The bookcase, with its metal bars, provided an excellent opportunity to strap someone to; although not many had probably thought of that before. Where are the cuffs one you need ‘em? Not here. There was an easy solution for that, though. This guy wouldn’t use the shirt for anything else today, would he?

Swiftly, the sleeves of the shirt were tied around both the highest metal pole and Alex’s wrist, and a good knot would keep them in place. The blonde could only smirk then. “I like it kinky.” Without much further ado, his hands again trailed down Alex’s body, until their reached their destination; the boy’s belt. A little tucking and it came off with ease. The button of his pants didn’t prove a big challenge either and within the blink of an eye, the jeans were down on his ankles. “Nice underwear,” the man teased as his gaze shifted between Alex’s eyes and his underclothing.

Ilyas’ lips now hovered only an inch or so in front of Alex’s. “There,” he whispered with the same smirk still on his lips. All the preparations had been made. No one had strolled into the back section of the library; not yet. Everything was ready.

The blonde took a step back and tilted his head slightly to the left. Interesting sight it was, really. “So,” he said, his eyes once more running over Alex’s body. “Now, I can read.” It was too bad he turned around and started to walk off; too bad, because he couldn’t see the expression on the boy’s face and Ilyas could only guess that was something he truly didn’t want to miss. Therefore, he couldn’t help but shortly glance over his shoulder. Some lessons in life were tough, hard, painful even. This was one of those lessons. The blonde slowly strolled back over to the lounge, where he’d left his book, but every few seconds, he lifted his eyes towards the back. Just in case anyone would happen to visit that place, find something unexpected, make Ilyas snicker beyond belief..