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Post by asketill doctor on Jan 10, 2013 23:43:08 GMT -5
[style=float:left; margin-right:5px; border: 1px solid #B63B3B; margin-top:-10px;] [/style]How much did Avery think that Asketill weighed? Five pounds? Those waves weren't taking him anywhere. He might not have been very fit in terms of working out, but the boy took pride in his cooking talents and ate as if he were a king. But he couldn't live with himself if he ate enough to grow a belly. He was already ugly enough as it was, no thanks to the disfigured skin on his body. "How you drive me right to my doorstep? That way no lake will take me and you'll see, for yourself, that no one will snatch me away!" It was a lost cause. He knew it. It was expected when it came from Avery. But the distance between them was diminishing. Avery just kept coming closer and closer; their lips were only inches away. Fuck, he needed to get out of here now.
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Post by avery shill on Jan 11, 2013 0:27:22 GMT -5
The space between them closed, but only with Avery pressing their foreheads together. He stared at the other a moment, giving a weak grin, before pushing away. He had completely let go, moving out past the point of standing and waded into the water. "Don't just stand there like a log, this is suppose to be relaxing.". He cooed the words, his eyes never once leaving the other. Avery often stared at the other male - he enjoyed the way Asketill squirmed, shifted and flushed when his dark eyes were focused on that beautiful form.
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Post by asketill doctor on Jan 11, 2013 0:40:32 GMT -5
[style=float:left; margin-right:5px; border: 1px solid #B63B3B; margin-top:-10px;] [/style]This didn't feel relaxing at all. Asketill's muscles were tense and he was on edge just because this man was out here with him. Avery caused something inside of Ask that he really didn't like. A weird type of fear. He was scared something awful would happen if he stayed around him. No, he didn't fear being hurt or attacked. He felt like something even worse than those would happen. Something maybe not physical. Still, the doctor squirmed and kicked out farther into the water, far enough that he would no longer be touching the rocks and sand, but floating through the water, his head barely above the surface. "Happy now?!" it was a rude snap, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he tried not to look like he was struggling to stay up.
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Post by avery shill on Jan 11, 2013 1:19:25 GMT -5
"Mh". It was the most he was going to get out of the quiet boy. Shifting about in the water, Avery dared to poke at the man's hip with his foot, eyeing him cautiously. Observing the awkward male, Av brought himself close, a narrowed stare. " .. Do you know how to swim?". It was a blunt question to ask, but the trainer was never one to hid his feelings from anyone. He spoke bluntly, eyeing the other while awaiting his response - and perhaps rescue.
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Post by asketill doctor on Jan 11, 2013 1:23:50 GMT -5
[style=float:left; margin-right:5px; border: 1px solid #B63B3B; margin-top:-10px;] [/style]The answer was quick and stuttered. "Y-yes! A little. I... usually stayed in the shallow ends. I can swim! I just... can't swim in place," Ask mumbled, a little ashamed of this. He was just never able to figure out how someone swam in one place without sinking into the water or having to flail their arms around. If he had a destination, Asketill felt confident he could swim across a large pool, or a very small lake. He took in a shaky breath and his arms straightened out, hands reaching to try and grab hold of Avery's shoulders. He just couldn't keep kicking and staying upright. He needed something to hold onto, and he had no dock or floaty device. He just had a pyromaniac trainer boy.
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Post by avery shill on Jan 11, 2013 1:30:28 GMT -5
He was going to drown. Despite what he had said, there was a smile on his face and Avery only sighed. "Just don't drown..". It was the only thing he said while floating on his back. His head was tilted back, hair getting soaked while his eyes focused on the skin with a pleasured hum. He liked this, it was relaxing.. even if he was more than sure Asketill was going to stab him some time during the day. "You're too tense."
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Post by asketill doctor on Jan 11, 2013 1:37:40 GMT -5
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Ask tried to get a firm grip on one of Avery's arms, which wasn't entirely easy with the boy floating around on his back. But if Asketill was going to drown, he was bringing Avery with him. He just tried to get enough grip to stay above water for now, leaning in to whisper close to Avery's ear. "C-can we please go back to the shallow end? I'm probably going to sink and die! Of course I'm tense," Asketill snapped, letting go and already kicking his way back, whether the other said yes or not. He only went far enough for his feet to hit sand. His head was above the water, but nothing else. It seemed his hair had ended up wet already. He'd wanted to avoid having that happen. It would be a problem to fix up later. It always curled a bit when it got wet. Nothing a brush couldn't straighten out though. [/style]
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Post by avery shill on Jan 11, 2013 10:10:14 GMT -5
As the other clung to him, Avery watched the other with a soft frown. He dared to reach forward and stroke the other's cheek, but Asketill was soon gone and Avery could only sigh. Staying where he was for now, he allowed the other to escape. He was tied of floating anyhow. If Asketill bothered to look back, Avery was no where on the surface, but in fact beneath it. He was only under for a few moments - coming up a few inches from Asketill with a light cough.. and clasping a hand on the back of the man's neck and pulling him closer, stealing a nice and firm kiss from the other before mumbling to him. "You look beautiful with your hair all curled.."
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Post by asketill doctor on Jan 12, 2013 19:25:54 GMT -5
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Asketill couldn't say what stopped first- his heart or his breath. But, for what seemed like forever, he didn't breathe and he couldn't feel his heart beat. Maybe he just wasn't paying enough attention. Or maybe he'd just had a heart attack and died. Why had he never saw this coming? Ask's eyes were wide and filled with too many things. Surprised by the fact that this had happened, confused about why it did, curiosity for if there'd be more, and anger that this man thought he could do this to him without permission. Ask was at a total loss of words. He turned his head away, thinking the other would try to steal from him again. Kisses weren't something he gave out so easily. "Y-you... selfish prick!" Asketill snapped all of a sudden, both hands flying up to cover his face- eyes, mouth, blush and all- from the other's viewing. [/style]
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Post by avery shill on Jan 13, 2013 5:41:29 GMT -5
Grinning now, Avery stared at the other. He didn't mind the cruel words, and instead just slowly shook his head. Avery was still a moment, letting Asketill catch his breath before gripping his wrists and slightly pulling them apart just to expose the man's lips. Slowly leaning in, Avery gently pressed their lips together once more. He held it this time, letting a wet arm slowly wrapping around Asketill's lower back. Avery didn't plan to move away from the other, instead holding the affection and pressing their damp bodies together.
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Post by asketill doctor on Jan 16, 2013 15:33:31 GMT -5
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What had Asketill done to deserve this? Was it because of all those times he smiled, greeted and acted politely toward the other man when he came in through the hospital doors? No other patients or visitors did this to Ask after he tried to act well-mannered! It was all just a facade that Asketill put up at work to make patients feel welcome. He wasn't a smiling person, or that social at all. He just wanted to be left alone when he wasn't on the job. The redhead's hands shook, pressed down to Avery's chest as he tried to keep a smidgen of distance between their bodies. His face was burning, his eyes fluttering weakly shut as he remained statue still at the kiss. He refused to kiss back, but he didn't pull away. Asketill just kept his lips pursed tightly shut, so that the other couldn't go any further. [/style]
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Post by avery shill on Jan 17, 2013 13:20:00 GMT -5
Finally pulling away from him, Avery watched the other for a few moments before brushing back the other's wet hair and giving him a gentle smile. He was very handsome like this. "..Why do you hate me so much?". He spoke this softly while tilting up the other's chin and stealing a kiss. "Really, you need to relax. I just want to spend time with you". Why did the other think he was so cruel, so dangerous. He just wanted his attention, his kisses. His smile. God he wanted that smile.
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Post by asketill doctor on Jan 18, 2013 19:16:05 GMT -5
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"I don't hate you!" Asketill suddenly snapped his face still red, but eyes wide as saucers now. Where did he get the idea that he hated him? It was just a moderate dislike! Hate was too strong of a word. And, really, what had Avery done wrong? Othe than refuse to stop when Asketill begged him to not kiss him anywhere. It was like kiss rape. But he wasn't sure if that was against the law. The doctor tried to raise his hands over his eyes, feeling the warmth of his cheeks against his fingers. "Why? Just tell me why you want to hang out with me. At least do that for me." It was a weak whisper, his head hanging low. [/style]
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Post by avery shill on Jan 18, 2013 22:32:58 GMT -5
Avery stared at the other, at the why he tried ot shyly hid himself and he could only sigh. Placing a hand on the back of the other's head, fro the moment he allowed Asketill to use his shoulder as a place to hide - and so he could lean into the other's ear, whispering to him. "I like you.". What more did the other want him to say? No other words were spared, his fingers merely stroking the other's hair while nosing at the reddish locks. His free arm was tight around the boy's waist, daring to kiss the corner of his jaw with a soft sigh. "You don't believe me?"
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Post by asketill doctor on Jan 23, 2013 4:26:05 GMT -5
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No, the redhead didn't believe him at all. Knocking him out with chloroform and dragging him unwillingly to a lake didn't sound like liking someone at all. It sounded like being a total obsessive creep. And Asketill didn't like the sound of that all. "Prove it then. If you like me so much, show me that. So far, I don't feel convinced. I just feel scared," he muttered the last part under his breath, his head lowering as his bangs stuck to his forehead, even as they started to dry. You weren't supposed to trust someone who drugged you. Asketill was pretty sure he had every reason to be scared. He barely even knew Avery. They'd rarely met outside of the hospital. And the hospital visits consisted of a great many bum gropings from Avery and flirty comments. The medical secretary didn't approve for a second! [/style]
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