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Thread: The New Reality (Kiari03 & PatricioINTP)

Before getting in the jeep himself, Patrick looked at Timmy-Tom and said his name as though to confirm it. You may get in the back. Which he did, quickly, getting in the middle and folding his hands in front of him, saying nothing and staring strait ahead. Patrick kept talking about him. Unusual name. What is it called when one puts together words with the same starting consonant? Patrick said that like he was trying to remember himself while starting the engine. Timmy-Tom answered, in a nearly monotone voice. In language, alliteration refers to repetition of a particular sound in the first syllables of a series of words andor phrases. Also known as a tongue twister if long and complicated enough. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers being one of the most common, well known ones. After hearing all of this, Patrick slammed his hands on the steering wheel, like he was very annoyed at what or how Timmy-Tom was saying or talking. He lets out a loud sigh and tells Roslyn, Yes, I got that for you to eat along the way. Shifting to drive, he headed further away from the city. I have my own cabin by a lake for you to stay at as long as you wish. At exit 74 he got off, then only a mile later he turned again to a road leading to the cabin and lake. He seemed nervous and edgy. The front of the cabin faced the lake to the north, and the ATV jeep was parked in front. Upon entering from the front facing south, a dining table was to the immediate right by the window. It was long and can seat four, two on the end and two facing the window. To the immediate left was a small chess table. Further down, pass the dining table on the right is the kitchen, and pass the chess table on the left was a couch, chair, computer, TV with DVD, and music system. If one continues to walk back, on the left side is a bedroom with a king size bed on the south wall, a large window on the east wall, and a dresser closet space on the south wall. Right is a locked door. On the southern most part of the cabin was the bathroom whos bath has a bubble dispenser to the left and the start of a staircase going up to the right. There is a door connecting the bedroom with the bathroom. The top of the cabin is just one large empty space with a window that can be opened on the north, with a mattress in front of it. Outside is a simple patio porch. Upon arriving, a short haired cat was on the bed, looking outside as though enjoying the morning sun. A golden retriever was on the back porch. Everything is clean and perfect. And, just coincidentally, clothing that will fit both Patrick and Roslyn is in the bedroom. But nothing for Timmy-Tom. Also, if she looks, Patricks DVDs are mostly sci-fifantasy, psychological but not gory horror, and some historical dramas. Music consist of classical, oldies, and a some from E-Nomine which has a German singer backed up with a Latin choir. If you have to know The computer has no games or Internet access its just for 'work'. There is no cable or any other TV feeds.
Thread: The New Reality (Kiari03 & PatricioINTP)

Patrick let Roslyn take the lead, and telling her why he doesnt have cable or Internet access. I found that new iPad to be more useful, while I have lost now. And other than watching movies and streaming videos, not much into being a couch potato for the tube either. Alas, I have no idea where my iPad is anymore. Timmy-Tom walked slowly behind, keeping a distance, his hands placed behind his back, watching them both. When she moved up, she can hear Patrick talking to Timmy-Tom in an annoying tone, but not loud or clear enough for her to catch his words. Even when she walked back down stairs, Patrick seemed on edge. Like he was nervous about something that is or will be happening. Whatever he told Timmy-Tom, the now introverted third wheel seemed to be unmoved. Hearing both of her questions, Patrick started to explain, I dont have that much. Mostly microwavable entrees like pot pies. Besides, for... But by now Timmy-Tom himself was already heading for the kitchen. He paused briefly in front of the refrigerator, then after opening it, pulled out sausage links, biscuits, and then from another door of several, a pancake mix. Seeing him do this without being told like he just became the hired help made Patrick face turn red. Patrick walked up to Roslyns side, putting his hand on her back and leading her to the bedroom. Let... him ... do whatever he is doing. Um... I have a younger sister like you that likes to stop by during the weekends. Thats her room there. He pointed to the right, the locked door. Its smaller so she actually keeps her clothes in here. Since she has a similar body size like you, it ought to fit. He sat on the bed, then it dawned on him he really ought to leave, and nervously started to head out. Ill leave you some privacy. He closed the door and started chewing in hush tones Timmy-Tom yet again. All she got was, You are being such of a... Their conversation became more civil sounding, but Patrick was the more exigent sounding. When she opened the door, she caught the last thing he said to Timmy-Tom, the last words of their conversation before he saw her. You cant seduce a nymphomaniac! Timmy-Tom was still cooking, while Patrick was on the chair, appearing exacerbated.
Thread: The New Reality (Kiari03 & PatricioINTP)

Roslyn watched Timmy-Tom as he walked to the cabinet and refrigerator, pulling out sausages, biscuits, and mix like he had known they would be there before he even walked into the house. It was strange. There was no way he could know that, and yet he didn't looked even remotely surprised that he found that food there, Hey Timmy-Tom, how did you know that- Suddenly, she was cut off as Patrick began leading her to the bedroom quickly. Roslyn was curious, but didn't want to be rude, so she decided she could ask him later about it. Maybe she was just making a big deal out of nothing. After all, if there was one thing Timmy-Tom had mastered, it was the art of confusing her. Roslyn winced slightly as he exaggerated the word 'him', feeling guilty that she had asked that he should come along, but smiled and said, Thank you! I'm sure I can find something to wear. She said confidently before giving him a small peck on the cheek. As he sat left the room and began firing at Timmy-Tom in a hushed voice, she laughed and began to look through the drawers to find a shirt and some pants that would fit her. After settling on a long sleeved violet shirt with a v-neck cut and a pair of blue jeans, she stepped back out of the room to see what they were up to now. The comment she heard though, made her blush all the way down to her neck, What on Earth are you two talking about?! She asked as she walked forward and took a good look at both of them. Patrick seemed almost exhausted from a lengthy conversation that ended with nymphomaniac's while Timmy-Tom seemed hardly fazed at all. I swear, I'll never understand men. Not in a million years. She sighed as she ran her fingers through her short blond hair and took a deep breath. MMM! That smells good Timmy-Tom. Who would have known you would have been such a good cook! She complimented as she took a seat next to Patrick, And thank you for letting me borrow your sister's clothes. They fit perfectly! She said, obviously trying to keep both of them from fighting with compliments and gentle ego strokes. Whether that was going to work or not remained to be seen, but she was trying her best as the oven went off to indicate that the biscuits were ready, I'll get it! She offered as she hopped up. Anything to keep silence from taking over the room.
Thread: Come Here Boy - Brothers {.:: Iridescent & Victoraeon ::.}

The beat of the music could be heard pulsing from the building as they approached it though it was muffled by brick. Gabe had managed to find a parking spot about half a block away, and he was glad of it as it was a chilly night. He rubbed his younger brothers shoulder reassuringly as they stepped into another pool of light cast by the row of streetlights. You warm enough there? Gabe didnt wait for an answer. He shrugged off his leather jacket and draped it around his brothers shoulders as they walked. Finally hed managed to convince the kid to loosen up a bit now that they were on break and he was going to make sure this was a night hed never forget. This club was known for its colorful patrons and atmosphere and while it wasnt a gay club per say, it catered to a lot of different scenes mostly goth, punk, ravers, and you might see the occasional tail. It was perfect for testing the waters it had been driving him nuts these past few years the longings they had always been closehell, hed pretty much raised him since mom left and dad was out and aboutwhich is made things all the more complicated. This was his way of determining if his baby brother had the same feelings or maybe Gabriel chuckled softly to himself and shook his head ruefully. He was the taller one, standing at a lanky 64 which made him feel like a giant around most people. He was wearing that one pair of ripped jeans that made his ass look amazing Gabe kind of hoped his brother might notice not that hed ever admit it. Feeling even more adventurous, he had decided to wear a fishnet shirt and while he wasnt a body builder, his muscles were accented nicely by the fishnet and the tattooed wings on his shoulder blades were visible. He felt a little odd wearing it seeing as most of the shirts in his dresser were well-loved baggy Ts but at the same time he wanted to pull out all the stops. A gust of wind blew a few stray strands of brown hair across his face so he tucked them behind his ear and pulled the rest into a loose pony tail. When they got inside they were submersed in sound, the speakers by the stage blaring an upbeat techno rhythm as he gently lead his brother through the crowd towards the bar, laughing over his shoulder, Cmon! Ill buy ya a drink. Strobe lights illuminated the writhing silhouettes on the dance floor as fog machines added an eerie feel. Over at the bar the music wasnt as loud and the lighting was much better with warm glass bistro-styled lamps hanging over the smooth wood counter. He flagged down the bartender, A Guinness for me, please, and Gabe turned his jade green eyes on his brother next to him, nudging him playfully to order.
Thread: Come Here Boy - Brothers {.:: Iridescent & Victoraeon ::.}

When Gabe whispered in his ear, it was all he could do to keep himself from visibly shivering. I realize that, Gabe, but fun doesnt necessarily need to involve dancing around sweaty, gothic, anthropomorphic people, he argued, taking a swig of his Guinness. His facial expression changed to disgust for only a moment before returning to normal, his body not used to the alcohol that was beginning to flow through his system. Noah took his brothers word on it, though, that Guinness was the best tasting beer, and took another sip to emphasize that fact. His mind seemed to run off on a tangent, conjuring up scenarios of what could happen between him and Gabe had they both been drunk. They were just harmless fantasies, but he didnt realize that in the middle of fantasizing he began chugging his beer, stopping himself immediately after he clued in. Unfortunately, a little bit had spilled on his top, and he sighed as he rubbed the splotches with his thumb and forefinger. Damn it, he muttered, biting his lip as he looked up at Gabe, does beer stain? As he asked the question, he noticed that his brothers attention was elsewhere, focused on a man with a fox tail that happened to be walking by. Smirking at his lame pun, Noah nudged Gabe to re-gather his attention, well? He didnt know why he was pushing the subject, because it was obvious that his brother wouldnt know the answer. Gabe always wore baggy tees and loose-fitting jeans, except on rare occasions like this one where a fishnet top was in place of his usual baggy t-shirt, and he was wearing his trademark ripped jeans that made his butt look rather delectable. Noah finished his drink, mostly due to the fact that he chugged half of it rather quickly, and set it down on the bar, yelping in surprise as he was suddenly tugged by the elbow. Widening his eyes at Gabes request, he shook his head rapidly to get his point across. Of course, he knew that his brother wouldnt take no for an answer, so he groaned as he was practically dragged onto the dance floor. Watching his brothers failed dance moves, he chuckled, loving how Gabe always knew how to make him laugh in an awkward situation. As Gabe seemed to fall in line with the music that was pouring from the speakers, Noah couldnt help but simply stand in place, which made him blush out of embarrassment. Compared to his brother, he was never much of a dancer. The only time he really attempted to dance was at weddings, and that was only because their aunts loved dancing with him. Dancing with Gabe, however, was a whole different story. Especially to the type of music they seemed to be playing in the club. Allowing himself to be led away from the center of the crowd, he nodded at what Gabe seemed to be saying, but was shocked when his brother moved behind him and gripped his hips. Noah slowly began moving his hips awkwardly, following Gabes suggestions as he tried not to focus on his brothers hands on his body.
Thread: Come Here Boy - Brothers {.:: Iridescent & Victoraeon ::.}

When Noah began moving he sighed a little in relief and began moving his hips again as well once he realized he had stopped and even tried grinding against Noahs a few times. It was turning into a sort of game to see how far he could innocently flirt with him before it became too obvious there was actually honest desire behind every single gesture. It felt so ridiculously good to be dancing with Noah. More than anything it was an excuse for physical contact something he couldnt seem to get enough of from his brother. Thats why he took every chance he got to touch his arm, his knee, ruffle his hair, nudge, poke, anything Gabriel thought back to what Noah had said at the bar and got an idea, I know this probably isnt your cup of tea but you gotta admit it is a little fun. Tell me, Noah, whats your definition of fun ? Gabe gave Noahs derriere a light squeeze before he stepped back to give them both some air and with one hand running along Noahs arm until their fingers linked, pulled him into a slow spin so that they were facing each other again. He quirked a brow and smirked. It took him a moment to remember their fingers were still linked. He let Noahs hand fall away and awkwardly scratched the back of his head, his smirk turning into more of a cheesy smile which he tried to shake off as the next track began playing. In his head he was willing the bulge in his pants to go away, hoping Noah hadnt noticed it pressing against his back when they were dancing so closely. Is that a new shirt? It looks really good on you, Noah you should show some skin more often. He chuckled ruefully, Im pretty sure the bartender was checking you out actually Im pretty sure a lot of the people in here think you're hot as hell. He almost added, Cant blame them. but first he thought hed see how Noah would respond. Gabriel watched the lights dance across Noah's features, silhouetting him, tinting his lithe form different colors... but it was the way they glinted in his eyes he found more mesmerizing. He glanced at the floor and then back to Noah. Gabe was half afraid Noah would be able to read him or that his carefully constructed poker face was slipping... and he had half a mind to let it.
Thread: Come Here Boy - Brothers {.:: Iridescent & Victoraeon ::.}

As they danced together, Noah couldnt help but feel Gabe grind against him every so often, and while he was sure that he felt something poking at his butt as they grinded, he figured it was just due to the nature of the dance, and not because he was dancing with Noah. Gabe knew better than to like his own brother at least, thats what Noah figured. Noah was nave, and therefore very susceptible to falling for someone, whether it was his brother or otherwise. Unfortunately, it was his brother, and he couldnt get away from it. Hearing Gabes question in his ear, Noah waited until his brother turned him around to answer, although he didnt exactly have an answer in mind that wouldnt sound completely lame. I dont really know, he started, which was the complete truth due to the fact that his mind was completely blank, I guess maybe playing video games? He felt his face heat up as he said it, knowing that his brother would think that he was a total dork. Noahs gaze danced along his brothers torso, and he couldnt help but thread his fingers through the separate holes in the material, his fingers resting against the skin of Gabes stomach. Listening to him speak, Noah looked up from his trance, smiling innocently. Actually this shirt is from like, seventh grade, he admitted, chuckling, I figured the club scene required tighter-fitting clothing. Noahs cheeks were on fire as soon as Gabe hinted that many of the people in the club probably thought he was hot as hell. Is that what you think? he asked, tracing circles along his brothers abdomen, wondering why he would say such a thing if he didnt think it himself.
Thread: Come Here Boy - Brothers {.:: Iridescent & Victoraeon ::.}

Gabe smiled down at Noah, his voice rich with sarcasm, Video games? Wow. Youre easy. He watched Noahs face gradually turn redder and redder, much to his delight. He was picking up on some vibes in his favor but it was too soon to act on them, as much as he wanted kiss Noah passionately, confess his undying love, jump Noahs bones have his wicked way with him in a dark alleyway. His train of thought got derailed when he felt soft fingertips against his stomach. Oh, heh sorry. he cleared his throat when Noah told him about the shirt it did look familiar but then it did fit with the whole club scene fashion bit, Erwell it does fit you nicely. And just when he had managed to rev up his suave image, the boy who was already fraying his nerves with each subtle touch just had to throw the question right back at him. He opened his mouth but his witty retort was somewhat lagging so it came out as a surprised laugh. Lucky for him he was saved by a stranger tapping Noah on the shoulder. He was about as tall as Gabe though he had more defined muscles and short cropped hair Ripped up tank top, black shorts with an assortment of chains dangling from them, and a couple piercings. Gabe let Noah go out of courtesy in case he wanted to dance with the fellow but he could already feel a twinge of jealousy twisting in his gut as thoughts of some strange guy or gal dancing dirty with his Noah alright so dragging his brother to a dance club probably wasnt the wisest idea then but it was a start. Its not as if he could ask him out on a proper date or rather he didnt have the nerve to. It had taken him this long just to get this far. Ugh. And the guys a looker too. The guy looked at Noah through half shaded eyes and spoke in a smooth almost velvety tone, Hey lovely, wanna dance? Gabe, being a good sport, shrugged and smiled reassuringly to let Noah know it was okay with him.
Thread: Come Here Boy - Brothers {.:: Iridescent & Victoraeon ::.}

While Noah waited for Gabe to answer him, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Unwinding his fingers from his brothers shirt, he turned around, looking up at the handsome man who had approached him. At first he was hesitant about dancing with the man, seeing as he came to the club with Gabe, but his brother seemed fine with it, so he smiled up at the man and nodded. Sure, Id be happy to, he replied, following the man to a spot not too far away from where he previously was. Since the only real club dancing he knew was what Gabe showed him, Noah turned so that his back was to the man, allowing him to place his hands on his hips, swaying in rhythm. If he were to compare, it didnt feel the same as when he danced with his brother, mostly because he felt sparks when he was with Gabe. With this other man, no matter how attractive he was, there were just no sparks, but he continued on with the dancing, as he wouldve felt bad if he left his dance partner in the middle of a song. As he danced, his gaze continually drifted over to Gabe, and he smiled every time he caught his brothers eye. If things would only go his way, then him and Gabe could be together, but the law forbids it, as does the fact that Gabe would never have feelings for a nerd like him. Whose idea of fun is video games? His brothers most likely looking for someone whose idea of fun is messing around and having sex, and he was still a virgin. Taking his eyes off of Gabe, he looked up at the man he was dancing with, smiling a less than genuine smile. So, whats your name? he asked casually, hoping that the guy was nice enough. Noah would really hate for his first time in a club to be disastrous hed heard stories about clubs being dangerous places, and he really wasnt looking to become a statistic.
Thread: Come Here Boy - Brothers {.:: Iridescent & Victoraeon ::.}

Call me Jake. Gabe joined in a larger circle of people buy kept an eye on Noah. Each time their eyes happened to meet he felt his heart beat a little faster. He hoped his brother was having fun. A girl with a mess of glow sticks pulled him deeper into the circle and he lost sight of Noah for a minute but he figured hed be alright so he let loose, throwing his head back so that his hair whipped around. The guy who called himself Jake seemed to be enjoying the dancing in fact he was really getting into it. Jake slid his hands lower, groping Noahs ass and before the slender boy in his arms could protest much he was already moving on, hands moving to his front and pulling him back farther with each grind perhaps a little too forcefully and those fingers easily slipping up under the edge of Noahs too-tight shirt, over his chest, and tweaking a nipple before Noah untangled himself and headed for the restroom looking shaken. None too happy about having his advances rejected after such a sweet young thing so willingly danced against him, Jake followed him through the crowd, down the corridor to the mens room where he quickly determined they were alone, flipped the lock, and backed him into the corner, Are you shy or did you just really have to take a piss? he caught both of Noahs wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, the other gripping his chin and forcing him to meet his eyes, Huh, slut? his voice became a low growl.
Thread: Come Here Boy - Brothers {.:: Iridescent & Victoraeon ::.}

The first sign that something was wrong was when Jake, as he called himself, gripped his ass, and began forcefully pulling Noah closer to him with every grind. Jakes hand soon found its way up his shirt, the pinching of his nipple the last straw before Noah retreated and scurried off to the restroom. Nobody had ever manhandled him like that before, and it was scary to say the least. In the back of his mind, he sincerely hoped that Gabe saw everything, and was currently giving Jake what for. When the restroom door opened, he whipped his head around. Gabe? he inquired before realizing that it wasnt his brother at the door, his heart sinking as he heard the lock latch. As Jake advanced on him, Noah backed up until his back hit wall, and it wasnt until the man reached him that he realized he was in the corner. There was no way out, and Noah let out a whimper of pain as his wrists were pinned above his head. Jake please let me go, I was just looking to have a good time tonight, he voiced, his eyes beginning to fill with tears, I dont want any trouble. His eyes flew to the door of the restroom, knowing it was locked but secretly hoping that Gabe would come by, know that he was in trouble and kick it down to rescue him. The more sane part of him realized that it was probably made of a very strong material, and wouldnt be able to be kicked down no matter how hard someone tried. Noahs gaze tore back to Jakes menacing eyes, his gaze pleading for his release, the first few tears leaving their safe haven.