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Post by dustin woods on Nov 27, 2012 12:35:09 GMT -5
Squirming in the other's grasp, Dustin stared up at the other silently, nosing at his chin.. a bit anxious, before whispering to him. "Does.. that mean you do not want me? I mean! You don't..want me to join you?". He understood if the other didn't want him to - it was indeed a dangerous job and there was always danger. As the other gave him gentle affection, Dustin offered a weak whine before pulling away. His hands slid down, gripping the other's wrists before slowly nodding. "I want to eat! Maybe.. we could pick something up and eat at.. my place? We always go to yours.. it's time we go to mine!". He was smiling now, rather cheerful. Despite most likely being turned down from joining the other at work, he was more than happy to have dinner with the other! "Anything you want? I'm paying
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Post by STERLING BLUE on Dec 1, 2012 0:49:55 GMT -5
There was a sudden, sharp breath through the man's lips and he stilled. That wasn't what he wanted at all. There was no reason for him to not want Dustin around. He just got nervous that, maybe, he'd get taken away. Or used against him. "That wasn't what I said! If you want to join me, you can. But you're a little young right now, aren't you? Seventeen now, right? Give it another year of thinking," Sterling anxiously suggested, his arms still refusing to leave the boy's body. He wasn't even eighteen yet. Too young.
"... Can you cook dinner?" The question was asked in a soft, barely audible whisper as he peered down at his partner. A hopeful smile could be seen on his lips as he leaned down closer to the child. "Even if it's just mac and cheese, I'd love something home cooked." Eating out was, a majority of the time, more expensive than scrounging up a few ingredients for a much bigger, even tastier meal. Sterling had had Dustin's cooking before. He knew he wasn't making a bad choice for asking him to cook his supper.
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Post by dustin woods on Dec 15, 2012 1:16:49 GMT -5
"You remembered.." He whispered this for the moment, a smile slowly growing on his face. He loved this man. How he remembered the simplest and how it made Dustin's heart flutter. Fuck. He was a woman with male anatomy. He let the other continue, giving the older a gentle push. "Of course I can cook, you dope! I don't eat take out every night like SOMEONE here. " With a grin, the boy pressed a hand to Sterling's stomach, blue eyes looking up at him with a teasing glint. "and also unlike someone who is TOO proud of their washboard stomach, I won't have a pot belly. Enjoy getting old and chunky from your bad eating!" Laughter followed his words as he pulled away, watching him silently, or rather, curiously. "What.. do you want to eat? I'll make anything you want! ..Even steak. You carnivore. " The grin never left Dustin's face as he all too innocently wrapped his fingers around the other's wrist, wanting to hold his hand but only having the bravery to go this far. One day he would hold his hand though. Feel that strong grip against his own, those larger fingers tangled against his always chilled ones. He knew Sterling's hands would be warm. Everything about him was warm! Warm, sweet, amazing.. ..his master was just too perfect. It was a shame he had such a pathetic Pokemon. After all, despite how close they had grown, Dustin always remembered their first meeting. The dismay in those beautiful eyes at the sight of such a.. bad pokemon. The thoughts made the boy's ears lower slightly, eyes cast aside. He hated those ears. They spoke more than his words could. He.. would become strong! and brave! He swore to himself that day, he would become strong enough that Sterling wouldn't ever wear that shamed face again. The face he always held close to his heart, as a reminder. Not to fuck up.
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Post by STERLING BLUE on Dec 28, 2012 19:24:16 GMT -5
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