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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Dec 12, 2012 20:43:20 GMT
[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] It was a bit strange having his shirt unbuttoned and taken off in a library. But it filled Alex with a giddy sort of excitement which made his stomach feel all ticklish. Ray's fingers felt uncomfortably cool on his skin, warmed from the sensuous thrill he was getting out of this. But he sucked it up and chewed on his bottom lip as he slipped out of his shirt. He was getting goosebumps from the sudden exposure of his unclothed skin to the chilled air. It felt good though.
"Um... t-tied up?" Alex whispered, a little taken aback at rather unexpected twist Ray's story had. He blinked a few times in quick succession as his wrists were gathered up in the other man's hands and lifted up above his head. Alex wasn't too sure if he was keen on this. It was one thing doing it in the comfort of somewhere private and a whole other one somewhere like this. Being tied up was a risky thing in a public place. Things could go wrong easily and quickly. But... Ray oozed a certain confidence that for him suggested that he'd done this a couple of times before and knew what to do. So Alex swallowed slowly and just relax a bit and enjoy himself. Wasn't everyday something like this was going to happen.
So Ray liked it kinky. No shit, Sherlock. Alex kinda did too, otherwise there would be no way he'd be stood, wrists bound and pants down, in a quiet corner of a library. The young man jerked his head forward when Ray's lips drew invitingly close, trying to catch them with his own for a sneaky kiss. But the man turned away and he fell short. Alex huffed and twisted his wrists experimentally. It was a scarily decent knot.
"Q-Qué?" Alex breathed out, face falling. He heard wrong. He fucking had to have heard wrong. Ray was not going to read. He couldn't do that! "W-Where are you going!" Alex hissed loudly as the older man began to amble away, a glimmer of panic in his voice. "You... You can't leave me here!" Oh god, but he was. Ray was walking away... going back to the lounge... leaving him there.
Alex's mouth fell open as he watched the man retreat back to his book. His soft toffee eyes were wide in alarm and began to sting around the edges as watery humiliation burned his eyes. He began to panic. He should've known better than to let some stranger do this! He was such a foolish idiot. His breathing quickened a bit and he craned his head to look upwards at his wrists. God. This couldn't be happening!
The sprite looked down at his boxers and pouted. "This is your fault." He mumbled accusingly to his underwear before going back to the more pressing matter at hand: getting out before anyone saw. But how was he meant to do that? The knot was tight and his hands were at an awkward angle that didn't let his fingers even attempt to undo his sleeves. Calling for help was a definite no-go. He supposed he could maybe try to make a nick in the fabric with a sharp, thin gust of wind which would let him tear the shirt... but he didn't want to cut himself and walking out shirtless wasn't a very appealing idea neither; it was cold out. Plus this was one of his favourite shirts and it wasn't like he had money to replace it. But it was the best idea so far.
"Mierda." Alex swore under his breath, rubbing his eyes on the inside of his arm. He was so embarrassed at himself that it was a real possibility that his cheeks were forever going to be stained a pink hue. He tugged and twisted and pulled his wrists but to no avail. Ugh, he hated this. Hated, loathed, despised this. So... fuck the shirt.
Alex shut his eyes tightly and hid his face snugly into his arm. He could hear a faint whistling of wind that he conjured up and, holding his breath, Alex sent razor-thin gusts to slice at one of the sleeves to his shirt so it could free himself. He winced a couple of times being that his aim wasn't exactly good and his stomach lurched horribly when he felt a warm trickle venture down his arm. But, finally, the shirt's thin material tore and, in the blink of an eye, Alex wrenched his hands down, tugged his pants up and sat down on the floor, eyes wide and arms hugging his knees.
This was one of those things Alex would never tell anyone ever. [/style]tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky! |
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Post by ilyas aylin on Dec 12, 2012 21:24:49 GMT
Ten minutes passed, and they were surprisingly boring. Compared to the previous event, the book Ilyas was reading was really dull; nothing exciting happened, not counting all the dead bodies that occurred in it. And to top it off, there weren’t exactly a lot of people left in the building. No one visited the psychology section, but that wasn’t really necessary anyway. Alex was probably already freaking out, without anyone actually seeing him. Heh, come to think of it, it really was mean. Maybe Ilyas had been too hard on the guy? Of course he was obnoxious, but he was also a child. Or at least, he acted like one, which made it difficult for the blonde to justify his actions. Another minute or so of pondering, and the man stood up from the disgustingly red cough again.
With his book still in his hand, the blonde wandered back over to the back corner; would anyone have noticed the other guy still hadn’t returned from that place? Probably not. Then again, there had been an awful lot of stares today. Turning the corner around the bookcase, Ilyas found Alex had managed to free himself. “Good job,” he said with his eyebrows raised; it was quite surprising, since Ilyas could tie a good knot. He’d gone sailing often and on a boat, one needed to be able to tie decent knots. But the boy now looked completely fragile, scarily so, even. The confidence he’d previously had was gone, he now rather looked like a frightened little deer. Turned out Ilyas was right about that ‘Bambi’ nickname anyway.
However, what was a little alarming was the fact the kid had bloodstains on his arm. Had he actually hurt himself while trying to struggle to freedom? That wasn’t meant to happen; it hadn’t been Ilyas’ intention to hurt the raven-haired guy, he merely had to learn a lesson. Unlike what anyone thought or said, the blonde wasn’t a bad guy, not really – not that he’d agree with that himself – he just had an interesting sense of humor.
A soft sigh escaped the blonde’s lips as he slowly walked closer to the ‘victim’. “Now, what have we learned today?” he asked as he paused right in front of the boy; he must’ve looked like a giant from Alex’s perspective. Ilyas knew he was intimidating, even when he wasn’t trying to be. Slowly, he squatted down, though, and glanced at the other man’s arm again.
“Exactly. Don’t trust strangers.” That was usually something he told young women, actually, but it somehow seemed appropriate here too. Had he wanted to, Ilyas could’ve done a lot worse; lure the boy back to his home, drag him into an alleyway, brutally rape and murder him. In fact, this lesson had been in Alex’s best interest today, even though the blonde doubted he’d learn much from it. At least he was afraid of Ilyas now. That was more than welcome as well; it’d keep him at bay, at least.
But the young one had been embarrassed enough for one day; even Ilyas couldn’t force himself to torture Alex any more. The man slipped his brown leather jacket off his shoulders – which would probably look ridiculous on the boy, many sizes too big – and handed it over. There was no need to bother anyone with more nakedness. “Don’t stain it,” he muttered before getting back up to his feet.
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Dec 12, 2012 22:18:55 GMT
[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 felt his heart climb up into his mouth on hearing heavy footfalls draw worryingly closer to the psychology section. He didn't want anyone to see him right now; especially not when he was shirtless and spooked. He prayed they'd walk right on by and weren't in need of anything from this area of the library. The sprite knew he should get up, compose himself, take what tattered rag he'd been left of a shirt and get the hell out of here before too many people saw his inappropriate state of undress.
When he saw Ray's face though, the knot of dread that sat heavy in his stomach didn't loosen any. He began to chew the inside of his cheek as he watched the man stand right in front of him. He seemed so tall and threatening from his seat on the ground. Alex hastily looked down and waited to be mocked; shame burning his ears a bright pink. "Good job," he'd said. Alex couldn't help but feel as though the words ridiculed him.
He wanted to go home, buy something unhealthy which he'd regret eating later, and hide in his van. JD would come home, Alex would snug into him and no questions would be asked. He could easily fob off the cuts on his arm for cat scratches since they were only very superficial and fine. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to not have scratches from his cat, Tootie, anyway. She was a bit of a moody kitty most days.
"Lesson learned." Alex admitted grudgingly, feeling like a prepubescent boy once again being ragged at by his dad for slipping up. It'd been a long while since anyone had made him feel this small and ashamed of himself. Alex sort of knew anyway that strangers weren't to be trusted from living on the road. He'd been scammed a couple of times and the guitar he owned now was a replacement for one that'd gotten stolen last year. Now he just knew to not trust a stranger to tie him up. It'd spell trouble.
The sprite lifted his eyes once to meet Ray's before glancing away again. Stupid Ray. Treating him like a kid. He was old enough to look after himself! He didn't need to go through the embarrassment of being taught lessons. He was twenty-one. Not eleven. "You're not nice." He muttered, eyeing the jacket offered to him warily. He looked at his shirt, torn, useless and speckled with crimson, and then back at the leather garment held out to him. With cautious movements, Alex let his fingers curl hesitantly around the collar of said jacket and taking it. He wasn't going to say thanks although he was grateful for the clothing. Ray didn't deserve a "thank you" or a "gracias". This was his fault for being so... superior and whatever.
Alex slid into the brown coloured coat and into the immediate warmth it provided. It was big on him, that much was clear, but it certainly beat being half-naked. He doubted that the librarian from before appreciated even partial nudity and would ban him without a second thought. Alex fastened the leather jacket up and vigilantly got to his feet beside Ray. "No promises." Alex said with a shrug, back to chewing the inside of his cheek. "Not my fault that I'm not a fan of public humiliation."
Ray was lucky that he was a cute one. Or Alex wouldn't be opposed to ruining that face he had. Somehow. Pushing a bookcase over and onto him sounded like a tempting idea though. It wasn't like Alex had asked to be punished like some kid for who he was and what he did. And being given his jacket wasn't going to magically make things better. The young sprite looked back up at the blond man and narrowed his amber eyes before hissing with a snippety tone: "I hope your book was terrible and disappointing." [/style]tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky! |
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Post by ilyas aylin on Dec 12, 2012 23:07:43 GMT
Well, snippity snappity snoop. Judging from the snappy comments, someone’s feelings had definitely been hurt. Given, would the tables have been turned and Ilyas was the one left in such an embarrassing situation, he wouldn’t have been very happy either. But for some reason, something like this would never happen to the blonde man. Being tied to a bookcase? Unlikely, but not impossible. With his pants down? No, not really.
Ilyas mimicked the pouty expression he saw on Alex’s face; sometimes, it was fun being childish. “Ouch, you’re really hurting my feelings there. And after I made you a famous porn star in my story.” The blonde shook his head slightly – he even gasped loudly, a hand placed against his chest as if his heart was truly hurting because of the comment – but obviously, he was being more sarcastic than actually disappointed. Ilyas used sarcasm to deal with nearly everything; it was such a good shield, that left most either confused or heavily offended. And it was good that Alex had a change of heart. No more touchy-touch or grabby-grab.
Since the Russian book wasn’t much of his liking anymore, Ilyas browsed around the shelves of the psychology books. He could easily come across something interesting. His eyes fell on a book with a bright blue cover. ‘Are you there, God? It’s me, Margaret’. What the hell was that doing in this section? Any book with a title that contained the word ‘God’ was heavily frowned upon by the blonde, even if it was about a child. Besides, he’d read it already; that was the only reason he knew he needed to avoid it now. It was a girl book. Hmm, maybe Bambi would like it.
The man’s eyes flew over another few covers, until he found one that perked his interested. He took it off the shelve, reading the full title on the front cover. ‘You are not so smart’. Now, this could be a book to enjoy. Some nice ridiculing of the human race. His lips were about to curl upwards, when Alex launched another insult. Well, somewhat of an insult. Terrible and disappointing? Now, that’s not nice, but it was quite an accurate description; for a bestseller of all time, it really wasn’t a very good book. The blonde man shrugged. “No, it wasn’t very interesting, indeed. But you made up for that.” When he’d gotten up this morning, Ilyas had deemed it impossible. He had expected this day to be one like all others; boring, lonesome, terrible. But it turned out the boy’d had a point earlier. “I had fun. You made my day.” It turned out that they could have some fun together, although Ilyas probably enjoyed this more than Alex did. Oh well, he gave the guy his only jacket. That made up for it.
Ilyas glanced at the other guy again. He still looked pretty shaken, as he almost drowned in the jacket. The man couldn’t help snickering softly. “Do you want an apology?” he asked, again sarcastically. Yes, he had difficulty dealing with immature people, even after he’d just acted so immature himself. “I’m sorry that I left you half naked, tied to a bookcase. With your pants down.” That was a decent apology, wasn’t it? Should he have lowered his voice when he said it, though? Nah. The library was nearly empty anyway. And it was somewhat sincere; the man was really sorry that Alex had gotten himself hurt. He couldn’t say that, though. That’d break his act as ‘the bad guy’.
With the new book in hand, Ilyas picked up his pace again. The library would be open until.. nine-ish? It was pretty warm in here, and dry, covered from the rain. Staying here for a while longer was more tempting than to head back to that alley behind the butcher shop the man now called ‘home’. Even if he enjoyed cold and rain, and nearly never got sick, he still preferred this place for now. “Now, do as you please,” he told the boy, who surely would be heading home himself now, “As long as you return my jacket.”
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Dec 13, 2012 8:49:43 GMT
[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] The expression on Ray's face which he could easily find adorable on a man, he found, instead, highly irritating. Because he knew he was being mimicked. It was bad enough feeling this humiliated! Now Alex was just beginning to feel insulted on top of that; finding that all Ray's feigned immaturity did was condescend him. Flushed a vivid shade of rose in the face, Alex folded his arms and glowered icily at Ray despite the extreme warmth he felt in his face. "I wouldn't have wanted to be in your story if I knew what it meant." Alex growled low, watching carefully as Ray began to browse the extensive array of books the psychology section had to offer. Hopefully he'd find one of those self-help books, maybe one on how to avoid being an impetuous twat or something. Raymond needed it. Alex scoffed; he'd made his day? Well, now he felt absolutely awesome. At least someone was getting off to his practically self-induced misfortune. Alex certainly wasn't. "I can't say y'made mine though." The young male muttered so quietly it was almost lost in the gentle background noise that rustling of pages being turned, books being put down and people's hushed whispers made. He scowled bitchily at Ray. That man was seriously something else. And he only continued to prove that. When he "apologized", Alex hastily swivelled around to see if there was anyone in hearing distance. It was a bit hypocritical in a way; he threw himself so shamelessly at a stranger yet was reduced to a blushing mush over having attention brought to his own actions and mistakes. But still. That didn't matter. Alex grumbled something that probably was just a string of Spanish profanities and eyed the bookcase that Ray was browsing from. So tempting to just push it over and high-tail it out of here. There was a thick book on basic psychological terminologies... Alex just wanted to grab it and hit Ray around his head with it. He bet it'd make a beautiful noise coupled with his teeth and nose. But, sadly, Alex wasn't a violent person. He, unlike Ray most probably, didn't find any amusement in making someone squirm out of embarrassment and/or pain. He could bitch about someone and he could fantasize, but he didn't have the guts or nerve to actually confront anyone about it. Alex was a bit of a coward like that. The sprite didn't need to be told twice to do as he pleased. He rubbed his eyes and patted down his tousled hair to make himself seem slightly more presentable so he could leave. "Again, no promises." That fucker wasn't getting his jacket back. Ever. Maybe he'd burn it or something to make himself feel better. "Good night." And I hope you get hit by a truck. He added for himself. Childish, yes; Unnecessary, maybe. But it made him feel a bit better. Alex hitched the too-large jacket up and made sure it was fastened enough so his bare chest wasn't visible underneath. It felt weird not wearing a shirt. He stuffed the mangled leftovers of his floral button-up into the jacket's pocket and promptly stalked away. He'd definitely learnt his lesson: strange men in libraries are most probably strange themselves, don't associate with them or be tied up by them. If JD asked what he'd gotten up today, which hopefully he wouldn't, this hadn't happened; Alex had read Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk and he'd behaved himself. The young man didn't even glance back at Ray as he left, arms folded and jaw tensed. Alex would actually be good with never going to a library ever again, now that he thought about it. · e x i t · t h r e a d · a l e x a n d e r · [/style]tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky! |
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