Thread: The King Is Looking. (Updated v2.0)

Re The King Is Looking. They've Got Nothing On You- It's Like You Never Existed .... Thinking Of You, I??m Thinking Of You The tumbled covers where crumpled in a slight pile on the floor as the other rose, lips closed tightly as he stormed out. Pushing doors of solid oak on their hinges as far as they went before making his exit, clothing tightly stuck into his pants and other sockets- fingers lacing up with the small lighter and pack of cancer sticks in each pocket. He pushed the entire way out- apartment door giving a jolt then a slam. The air was crisp- just like the autumn morning it was, leaves falling in colors to his feet. Scampering away as the wind picked up once more, he sat. Lower end twisted in his blue jeans as he let out a yawn, the sun casting lovely rays of warmth down upon him. His eyes twitched despite this as he pulled the sticks and lighter clear from his pocket. Placing one slowly between his lips, tongue rolling over the other end in delight as the dark smile forming on his lips took a liking to the nicotine and toxins that quickly sprung from the rod as the flames engulfed the opposite end. He took it in, the smile tightening into a smirk as his mind raced. All I Can Do Is Just Think About You. He let out a slight moan, chocolate brown hair spilling out upon the white sheets around him as he shifted. Hand falling over the edge as he grasped for the covers, hastily bringing them over his naked form body giving out weak shivers as the thin frame of the teenager held a neutral emotion. The window was open a crack, letting the air circulate as he pressed his head once more into the pillow he laid upon. Eyes locked tightly as last night??s activities flashed in his mind, oh how he should have said no, but that smile and the other??s walk. Everything was so perfect in his eyes- that he could not resists handing the other the key to his apartment as if in a trance. Whenever I??m Blue, I??m Thinking Of You. He breathed in further, others walking past him with a slight glance as he flashed an arrogant smirk on his lips. Sin- it was apart of everyday activities, he had only done what he felt was right to him. What felt so right against him- violation. The smirk grew as he slowly stood. The other would obviously be sore for a while, so he would simply have to let him recover. No Matter How I Try- I Don??t Find A Reason Why He rose after quite a white, golden tresses being freed of the simplistic tie that had bared their freedom from his shoulders- they quickly hugged them dearly as he scooted off for more excitement, the stick rolling in his mouth. Back and forth, all around as he took it out- blowing small circles of black into the air. Polluting it with ease and flare as he walked in a manner that he only knew to well, to attract. Stares fell upon him much like rain, men and women stopping alike to take in this man that moved like flowing water down the side walk- taking in his features of gold. Eyes moving with a dark grace back and forth, rolling much like the stick in his mouth that shifted from one edge of his twisted lips to the other. He loved the attention he was given, men stopped to ask him his name, yet they where not his type as he moved on. Leaving them flustered as they racked their brains in ways to catch the man??s attention. Peach lips pursing as he pushed the stick out to its tip, letting it droop down as he puffed out- hands in his pockets, before drawing it in expertly. Believe Me It??s No Lie- I Always Have You On My Mind He twisted, unwinding and curling up into a small ball. Head moving around the bed as he felt the warmth left by the other- his own clothing scattered around him, floor dripping with articles that only he owned as of now, little spats of sweat and spit on them. It was a gold mine of his pain as he continued to give off jerky movement. Everything sore, everything in agony, why didn??t it stop? Why didn??t it stop? He could hear screams in his ears that rung so loud that he would have suspected his eardrum to pop any moment soon- they were his screams, he had been so lost in the beginning. Swimming in a pool of emotions that kept him company and healthy. Yet he started to drown under the other as he was pressed into the pool, slowly loosing air as he started to scream in pain. Why hadn??t the other stopped when he asked? Why hadn??t he?!?! He??d be sore for the rest of the day, the warm rays creeping up towards his being as he stayed huddled in the small patch the other had laid upon- it being so warm, smelling of fresh tulips and rosemary. He was attracted, like many others as he dug his nose into the white sheets- swearing to himself that he would never change them or wash them. Not wanting the lovely smell to wash out ever. He would have stopped time to keep the scent intact, yet sped it up to let his bruises heal, to make him more comfortable. If only the other hadn??t been so rough. No Matter What I See- Guess Where I Want To Be He dismissed many more, sun locks drowning his shoulders further till they moved elegantly with the wind. Eyes sparkling darkly as he felt a slight pang of hunger from within- he couldn??t discharge the feeling like the humans around. He??d have to answer the call as he twisted between two men, cancer stick more than half way done as the last embers gave a weak spark from the end. Up ahead could easily be spied a bar- a normal ragtag place for others to enter and join in on the fun. He did just that, pushing the doors back as a jingle befell the ears of all within, the small bells affixed to the door to make it more lively alerted them all to his presence. Breaking away from the stares that befell him, body colliding with the warm cushion of an ordinary couch that touched down on the polished wood floors. Tracing of the last user all over the pillows that lined the back of the furniture. He pushed it away, letting them topple over and to the side- letting out a breathe of smoky air as the stick died down. Fingers clenched at the end slowly prying the remains from his lips. Pulling out he let the last of the ashes fall atop the pillows, not caring. Others stared, it wasn??t very hard not to as the male stretched out further on the couch before pressing his face into it. He needed a drink, but for some reason he couldn??t. Gah- What could possibly be wrong this time? With so many adoring ??fans?? and the lack of private space what could possibly be wrong? Love Is The Answer I Will Find ....Maybe It's B e s t If You Didn't .