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Thread: â« HM:MM - LUCKY ~ âª | Misanthropiclove

I hope were not hallucinating or maybe I should hope we are the brunette chuckled, finishing up his work, before grabbing the other males pack. It seemed like Samuel had to keep track of something, almost like a diary. However, as curious as he was, he didnt dare peek over the other males hand, since he knew that would be rude. Shaking that off, he moved to stand and get something from the fridge, thinking that they had something to make to eat. When the hand came and groped his bottom though, he squeaked and bit down on his tongue. If anyone ever asked, he would rather be tortured than admit he had done something so feminine. WhaOH! quickly, he rushed to the fallen towel and quickly covered his modesty. The red flush along his body indicated that he was embarrassed for not even noticing that, but he supposed he was too used to living alone that he rarely noted being nude in his home. That should change, else he made Samuel uncomfortable. Sorryum, thanks, I guess. Ian mutter, shifting his foot, before moving towards the small kitchen. He tried to act as if nothing had occurred, even though his skin was throbbing at the area that the other male had touched. It was a strange feeling, something he hadnt experience for quite some time with a woman, and never with a man. Was it a buddy to buddy gesture? Perhaps, but he wasnt used to this type of male bonding either. Oh wellmaybe he hadnt seen many other guysand wanted to know if they were as rough as he was? the farmer wondered in his mind. Trying harder to shake it off, he turned and began to make the sandwiches, thanking whatever crazy deity that he had enough food for them. The towel hung limply along his hips, smooth skin almost taunting Samuel to touch, but there wasnt permission to do said action. Is there something you dont like in your sandwich? he asked over his shoulder, cutting the cucumber. ooc No worries I apologize for my delay as well. The random things in life are just fun, no? Hope your holidays are going well though 3
Thread: â« HM:MM - LUCKY ~ âª | Misanthropiclove

Samuel thought about the sandwich question for a while and shrugged, I don't much like eggs on them, or ribs, but otherwise I think I can be pretty okay. Unless it is an egg sandwich between toast, then I can stand egg on it. He smirked and looked at what Ian was working with, What you have should be fine in any combination, don't worry. He stood up, gently testing his foot and finding it still wasn't perfectly adequate. He kept little weight on the limb and grabbed a chair to balance himself on. He used it as a makeshift walker and moved over to Ian, looking over his shoulder, Thanks for this, once again. Everything, I mean. You could have just forced me to stay at the hotel and I'd just be out of luck. You are really kind. Do tell me if there is anything I can ever do for you, okay? He spoke in gentle terms and let just an undertone of sultriness intrude on his intonation of 'anything,' letting Ian know that he was up for some things other men wouldn't be if asked the right way. He waited and took his sandwich when it was made, moving his chair and himself back to the bed. As he slumped down the chair caught his towel and held onto it, revealing Samuel's nudity in all it's glory. He was surprisingly well tanned, his groin area being the only place that was somewhat lighter and Ian had a complete view of how true that was. Samuel, unlike his host, had no fear of being naked and lounged on the bed in such a way to elevate his foot and as best as he could also draw attention to his ample maleness. This sandwich is really good Ian. You do well with limited resources. I can't wait to see what you can do when you are fully stocked up on all the proper items. Samuel gave Ian a pleased look and there was a light twinkle in his eyes that could mean he was taking a sinister delight in the exhibitionism he was indulging in. He didn't seem ashamed at all of his nakedness unlike Ian had been and almost reveled in it. At least as much as he could without sending Ian running from the house screaming he had taken in a foul pervert. So, what crops were you planting recently? I might be able to send for some seeds of those from a warehouse far away. It is the least I can do for all your kindness.
Thread: â« HM:MM - LUCKY ~ âª | Misanthropiclove

Taking note that Samuel wasnt an egg fan, he nodded and finished up making the sandwich as fast as he could. It was getting late, so a small dinner was going to have to suffice. After all, he didnt want to bloat them before they went to bed, thus causing them to sleep in later, or perhaps wake up much earlier than they desired. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt the dark haired males presence behind him, making him gasp softly in shock. Um no worries. I mean, gosh, its not like I was going to leave you injured in the middle of nowhere. This village is small enough as it is. he joked, his heartbeat picking up another rhythm at Samuels tone of voice. Once finished with the sandwich, he didnt protest when the other male grabbed for one and moved to sit down to eat. Slightly embarrassed to see the other males nudity, he kept his gaze firmly above chest level as he moved to sit next to Samuel and began eating his own. Taking a bite of his sandwich and licking a glob of mayonnaise from the corner of his lips, he tilted his head in thought. I planted some turnips and cabbage today. Im not apt in farming, to tell the truth, so Ill have to research on what I can plant in spring. shrugging his shoulders, he took another bite, leaving yet another trail of mayonnaise along his lips. Making a note to put less in next time, he shifted so that his towel was covering as much of his nude skin as possible. What do you usually like to do? I mean, youre slightly home-bound for some time until you heal, and I wouldnt want you to be moving around to help along the farm. Of course, he remembered the housing work that they had agreed on, but there wasnt much to do around a bare house to begin with. Ive been planning to have a barn built chickens would probably be easiest to start off with. Maybe cows and a horse later oh, do you know how to sow? Maybe I could get sheep and the wool could be used to make clothes and sheets. Anduh not that um he trailed off, realizing that he had been rambling, as well as make the assumption that Samuel was going to stick around that long. Finishing his sandwich off as fast as he could, he went to clean off his plate, before digging through his drawers to find boxers and some clothes. Do you need spare sleeping clothes? he asked, top half almost pushed into the large drawer as he raked through the hung clothes.
Thread: â« HM:MM - LUCKY ~ âª | Misanthropiclove

Oh yes, I can sew. I can also knit. And I can cook when pressed and am told I am a delightful dancer. Not that the latter will come into effect any time soon though. He grinned, catching onto the fact that Ian did not seem in any hurry to get rid of him. He pulled his towel over and wiped Ian's mouth the final time, grinning cutely. Not that you are trying to guilt me into staying. I understand. Honestly I think I will be here a while longer, and I will have to make myself useful so I do not just leech off your generous hospitality. Tomorrow we should go into town and I will purchase a cane. That should give me enough leeway to move about on my own and enough freedom to clean up around here and pull my weight. He did a quick scan of the dusty, empty house, It won't take much I believe. But just getting this place into shape should keep me occupied for a very long time. Long enough to pay my debt back I hope. And, if not, I can always loosen you up with back rubs after your long days working in the farm. Samuel laid back on the bed, somehow having escaped the fate of Ian's mouth with the mayonnaise the entire time he had been eating. Clothes? I...well...to be honest I sleep in the nude. Wearing clothes in bed makes it so I cannot sleep comfortably and predisposes me to bad dreams. I will wear this towel if you would like, or I could take the floor and a sheet. I do not mind either way. He gave a look of honest embarrassment as if some sort of deep dark secret had been dredged up from his past. He had almost been hoping to sleep body to body with Ian, holding the warm man close as they both dreamt. Of course it was an idle fancy driven more by boyish lust and excitement than any real sense of reality. The chance of anyone but a pure saint or dastardly pervert letting him sleep naked in the bed with him was slim and the two most logical people to do it were challenging in their own ways. Samuel acted on a sudden feeling of exposure and shame, his left hand going down to cover up his length as he felt the warmth of blood rushing down his body. He knew he must be red at least from his face to his chest, if not a bit lower. I'm sorry, I'm not used to...this. I mean...well...you're nice and sweet and...if you were a bit kinkier I'd swear we were characters in some sort of erotic novella. Or perhaps I was the one sent to seduce the naive young farmer, if said farmer hadn't just come from the city. Never mind. I will gladly take the floor, if only to silence my own babble.
Thread: â« HM:MM - LUCKY ~ âª | Misanthropiclove

Fingers brushing against a spare boxer, Ian paused midway as he was pulling it out of the drawer. It seemed that he hadnt thought about ever sleeping in the buff, or the possibility of it. The idea played in his mind, wondering how it would feel if he were to do that one day. The bedding would definitely have to be soft, or his junk would rub painfully on the sheets he was a stomach sleeper after all. After a few moments, he finally shrugged his shoulders and had to take another moment to answer. Well, I suppose I dont mind. Were both guys after all. he noted, standing up and waving the boxers in his hands as he pulled out another pair. Then again, we could have had matching boxers for our sleepover. Oh, darns. the brunette joked, turning his body with a smirk plastered on his lips to show that he was playing around. As he turned, the boxers slipped out of his hands, with one landing in the opened drawer and the other on the ground, as he took in Samuels sight. Ian would like to think he wasnt of the dumb sort. He was a smart male that graduated with As and a few specks of Bs. Sure, social interaction escaped him every so often, so hed learn that there was always an explanation for anything that escaped ones grasp. Like now, with Samuel bright red, covering his crotch. His nude crotch. Taking a small breath, he let a slightly weak smile drift over his lips to replace the smirk. Because really, nothing looked more lecherous than a smirking guy with an injured guy essentially trapped in his farm house. Truly, this was like some bad gay porno. Wow uh no joking on the erotic novella, huh? , would have been a bad way to end that sentence. The brunette came up with no explanation for that though, and while he knew he should have diverted his eyes from the mans crotch, it was easier said than done. So uh, were both guys. No need to get shy on me. the silent question ran in his mind, asking if Samuel was a virgin. Certainly Ian wasnt going to tell the other male he was one as well, but he didnt get hard just talking about any sexual thing.
Thread: â« HM:MM - LUCKY ~ âª | Misanthropiclove

Samuel gave a little laugh at the matching boxers comment but seemed to still be rather embarrassed. I am sorry about this it's just...well, you are so nice to me. I didn't expect that. I almost feel as if I am taking advantage of you. But you are right, I shouldn't be ashamed. I wasn't before and just because you are a nice man does not take back the fact that you have already seen me unclothed before. He moved his hand and exposed his penis once more. He moved over so Ian could get in the bed as well. As Ian laid down Samuel wrapped his arms around him in a hugging motion and pulled him close, allowing their bodies to press into one another. Thank you, again. You will not be disappointed. I'll have this place looking like a real house in no time. Perhaps we can even get some furniture for you in here. And a better table. A trash can as well. SOMETHING besides these bare walls. He gave a light smile before letting Ian go and slipping off into his dreams. He had no dreams of a woman asking to be rescued, but he had rather generic ones of flight and embarrassing moments of his past. He would wake up with an erection that most men had in the morning and turn over, waiting for it to go down and so that Ian wouldn't see the covers risen up around his shaft in case he awoke. His gaze would also trail down Ian, just in case he could get a view of the pale man even if he was covered up. It suddenly struck Samuel as odd that Ian hadn't gotten up as farm life did start so early. Ian, Ian, get up. It is nearly dawn! Samuel had been getting up this early for most of his life thanks to his traveling profession. he figured it would be good for Ian to practice getting up so early as in the city life was much more calm and laid back. Well, at least time wise. Ian, it is time to check on your crops. It is best to get to them early. I think you should also clear out the weeds. He didn't want to sound like too much of a nag but he was unsure as to how much Ian knew about farming. I can make breakfast if you want and if you need some time to get up.
Thread: â« HM:MM - LUCKY ~ âª | Misanthropiclove

Ian shrugged to shake off the strangeness of the situation, but he didnt object to having the house remodeled. After all, bare walls with nothing but the basics didnt make a home, and this was going to be his home for an undetermined amount of time. Well night he drawled out, slipping under the covers with a bit of hesitancy in his movements. Once the covers were over his form, he faced away from Samuel and lay on his side. The night drifted into darkness, where dreams took over and left him playing with fluffy sheep and fat cows. It was then that he felt his body shaken, causing him to snap his eyes open in alarm. Wha-!? but the question melted away, as he realized the sun was very much up, and the voice next to him was of his companion telling him to go water the crops. From what he had learned, the crops needed plenty of water, and not watering it as early as he could in the day would cause a bit of an unhealthy starvation for the plant. Falling out of bed, he dragged part of the covers with him. In his haste to pull out a pair of trousers from the drawer and find a suitable shirt somewhere in a bag of clothes that he had yet to unpack, Ian didnt even notice the state that Samuel woke up in. Nor did he take note to cover up his own state of morning wood. The clothes were practically yanked on, before he slipped on his shoes. Ill be back in an hour! Breakfast would be wonderful, but dont strain yourself! Ill make it if youll wait and even before he was finished with his morning greeting, he was already out of the door voice drifting further and further way. With his watering can in his hand, he dripped it into the well and began to sprinkle a generous amount of water upon the tilled soil. The drying patches seemed to just flourish with health again, as the water made miniscule creators within the dirt. Even though he thought it would only take an hour, it was another two before he would be able to drag himself back to the house.
Thread: â« HM:MM - LUCKY ~ âª | Misanthropiclove

Samuel waited a little while after Ian left, figuring that he could be patient for the man to return. It was after the first hour that he realized that the man was not going to be back as he had said. Samuel gave a little sigh but smiled as he pulled himself out of the bed and rested his leg upon a chair. With a little effort he got his underwear and pants on, a small glimmer of remembrance on his eyes as the image of a naked Ian ran through his mind. He slid the chair over to the small kitchen area and checked out what was available to them both for food. He settled on eggs and some of the bread they had had the night before. He cracked the eggs into a pan that he greased with a light amount of butter, letting them slide about as he shredded up some cheese. With a little flurry he started scrambling the eggs and the cheese together to finish the product up and evenly distribute the flavors. The bread slices were toasted and placed beside the two plates he had found and dusted off for them to eat on. When he was done he noticed that Ian still did not seem to be coming in. The poor boy must have completely underestimated how little work he had to do. Ah, but that was common with people just starting out in new jobs. Samuel grabbed the ratty looking broom that had been left and began to sweep, maneuvering the chair around to get most of the house. It was hard work more because the broom was in rather bad repair instead of the fact that Samuel only had one good leg. Yet he still was able to gather up enough of the dust on the floor and swept it outside and thus leaving the house looking moderately better than it had started out as. He was scooting back to the table when he heard the door open and saw Ian, Ian! Welcome back. I made eggs and toast for us. I can probably help out buying new products for us to eat when we head to town today. And with a cane or other prop I can more easily move about to cook. He motioned for the tired looking farmer man to sit down and enjoy himself. I think I got a good start on the floor, which will be better once I get more time. I am just going on though, how was the farm work today?
Thread: â« HM:MM - LUCKY ~ âª | Misanthropiclove

By the time he had made it back to the house, it had reached just a little over the third hour of being away. He sighed a little guiltily, as he had left Samuel to fend for himself in his injured state. Opening the door, he hoped to find that the other male wasnt hurt further or something, only to hear a welcome to his arrival. Relieved, he smiled brightly and nodded. Thank you. It seems that youre able to move around and cook just fine. Ian refrained from jesting about how much of a housewife the other male reminded him of. Perhaps I should buy farm animals? he asked, as he edged himself towards the seat and settled himself for some eggs and toast. Nothing big I suppose, but if I could get enough wood in the next few days, I could probably have a small barn built. Ian was sure that it was going to cost a pretty penny, but if that meant for the better in the long run, it wasnt a bad investment. Plus, it would give them ingredients that they would need for stable foods. And Ill make a cane for you after breakfaer, lunch, if thats alright? he asked, picking up a fork and taking a small bite out of the food. It had been cooked just as he liked it, and the toast was a nice addition. Seemingly just eating replenished his strength, and he felt much better than he had when he had first came into the house. Gazing over at the other male, he smiled took a long up and down look at the figure before him. You look like youre doing well. I hope you slept well? I do apologize for running out on you so early in the morning. Because with their situation, didnt that look and sound odd? The brunette immediately cut his train of thought off as soon as he could, as he didnt think it was a good idea to do such a thing at any hour of the day. Lustful thoughts, while might be accepted between men, was not a good idea for someone who was your house-mate for the next few weeks or so. Even though he knew that, his mind wandered, and he remembered Samuels rather adorable look when he was asleepyes, hed admit that he had turned over in the middle of the night and in a half-dazed sleep, he stared for a little bit. Just a little though! Clearing his throat and mind, he finished off the meal and peeked over to the dark haired male. You know, this might sound stupid but after doing the crops, what else do I do? was this it? Farming didnt seem to take forever, if so
Thread: x - Left 4 Dead: Red Igloo | mitsu x corporal bunny

Everything was going to hell. It didn??t matter how or why, it just was, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. All that mattered was the glass in front of him, and the numb feeling in his fingers he had held it for far too long. The inane chatter of the others, the frantic screams outside, however distant they may be, were of no consideration. From his perch on the stool, his other hand holding his stubble dotted chin, he could see the breasts bounce, and the legs move the rest of the world would blow over. Soon enough the noise would stop, and the FBI, or some other sort of person, would come in, and drag him out. They might shoot him, right there, his brains splattered about Rufus, the bartender it was a definite possibility. ??I??m telling you man, this is not good!? Seymour was rocked forward, a sudden obtrusive weight on his back, and stale, sour breath hot on the side of his face. With a grunt he shrugged the man off, but this interrupter was determined to pester him. ??You always here, always here, but? but you never talk, just sit and drink! Now shit is real, and you still don??t care!? The husky man spoke, his words more than slurred. Shrugging his shoulders, he went back to his show, the same show he had seen over 300 times before. The bang behind him told him that the man had fallen over, probably onto a table. He would not help the man, it was not like he knew the guy, or really cared for the well-being of strangers he had his own problems. The woman left the stage, Selena, he recalled her name, and he adverted his gaze to his glass. It was full, the ice cubes nearly melted. He had not bothered to drink it, it was just there for comfort, to tell him everything was going to be okay. Besides, a bad storm was going to roll in later in the day, and he may be a border-line alcoholic, but he wasn??t stupid. listu