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  2. Wesley8890

    A Trial Weekend

    Sloppy Joes, french fries and corn is in my top five favorite meals! Granted we make our own sloppy joes other than manwich! But I digress, this chapter was wonderful!
  3. drpaladin

    Chapter 15

    Both Magda and the so called butler are playing a dangerous game.
  4. mfa607

    Chapter 1

    What a great start! I’m looking forward to learning more about Tyler! It’s nice to see the guys make an appearance, Thanks!
  5. Marty

    The Visitor

    I think lots of us can remember an unwelcome visitor like this one. I'm not sure whether I would ever take such extreme measures to get rid of one, though. Nicely written, @Rigby Taylor. You have me chuckling quite a few times as I read it.
  6. probably Chris is behind the arrival of the ex. It is strange that Damien wasn’t removed yet after the fan meeting.
  7. Marty


    You're quite correct, @Parker Owens. This piece really does sound better spoken out loud. I could imagine it being told around a campfire late at night.
  8. Today
  9. Marty


    As I read this, Hunter really is just that: a hunter. Keagan's obviously looking for love, but Hunter seems to be only interested in getting his rocks off. I'm not even convinced Hunter is actually gay - for example it seems that Keagan is the one who has to initiate the kissing. I hope I'm wrong. And, if I'm not, I hope Keagan isn't going to get hurt too badly when he realises his love isn't going to be reciprocated. Beautifully written, nonetheless, @Comicality!
  10. brandon87

    A Trial Weekend

    Another great chapter Bill.
  11. On Wednesday night, about an hour after we’d finished dinner, I got a call on my cell phone. The number looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t immediately place to whom it belonged. I answered it anyway. “Hello.” “Dr. Currie, its Holly Reynolds.” “Oh hi, Holly. I’ll have to add this number to my contact list.” “You can, but it doesn’t make sense, because it won’t be ours in another month. My mother won’t be living here and my brothers and I will be with you by then, so none of us will have this number.” “That’s true and I hadn’t thought of that. So what can I do for you?” “The twins wanted me to call and see if they could come visit you again this weekend?” “Just the twins?” “Yes, I want to stay and spend time with my mom.” “Sure, and they can spend the weekend if they want, and if it’s all right with your mom. We can pick them up after work on Friday, and then we’ll bring them home on Sunday. Just let us know how they all feel about doing this.” “I’m sure the boys would love that, and I don’t think my mother will mind either.” “Great. Then just make sure they have a change of clothes for Saturday and something nice to wear to church on Sunday.” “Ok, I’ll help them get their things ready, because Mom can’t do that for them any more.” “Yes, and I’m sure it must bother her too, but I’m glad you’re willing to help out. Thanks for doing this for them and tell the twins we’ll see them Friday night.” “Thanks for letting them come to your house again, because they like having the other boys to play with. They also like that there’s so much to do there.” “Yes, there is, and we look forward to seeing them again.” We then ended the call and I went to tell Brandon and Dad what I’d just agreed to. After they had been informed, I went to tell the boys next. Wyatt was the most excited about the news, and Tristan was a close second as they both looked forward to having the twins spend the entire weekend with us this time. The other boys merely brushed the news aside, because it didn’t really affect them like it did the youngest two and Revin. He’d be with us again this weekend as well, and I was convinced that Tristan would relay the information to him at school. Now that everyone had been informed, we went back to what we were doing before. As soon as Brandon and I got out of work on Friday, we drove over to the Thornton’s house to pick up the twins. After Holly answered the door, we went inside to say hello to Julie and she greeted us warmly. “Thank you… for taking… the boys. They like… going to… your house.” “And we enjoy having them. I just hope you don’t mind that we offered to take them for most of the weekend.” “No, and… they are… very excited.” “We’re glad, because Wyatt and Tristan are excited that they’re coming to stay with us too,” Brandon added. She smiled and we could tell she felt good about this. After the boys kissed her goodbye, I grabbed the small suitcase Holly had packed with their things and carried it out to the SUV. Brandon opened the rear door so the boys could get in, and then I placed the suitcase on the floor next to them. “Thank you for letting us stay with you for the whole weekend,” one of them commented as I was driving away. I didn’t see who said it because I was watching traffic as I pulled into the street, and when I finally had a chance to look into the rearview mirror they were both grinning from ear-to-ear. “You’re welcome. You’ll soon be living with us, so this will be like a trial run for you.” “And the other boys like it when you’re with us too,” Brandon added. They didn’t say a word and merely nodded their heads as they continued to grin. When we reached the house and pulled into the driveway, Wyatt, Tristan, and Revin came tearing out the front door to welcome them. “We’re glad you’re here,” Tristan told the twins as they were getting out of the car. “Yeah, we’re gonna have lots of fun,” Wyatt followed. “We like being here with you too,” Hunter told them, and then they followed the boys inside while I carried their suitcase and Brandon made sure all of the doors were shut tight. The boys went straight to the family room and began playing video games, so I set their suitcase next to the staircase in the foyer. “Where are the twins?” Dad asked when we went out to say hello to him. “They’re in the family room.” “Ah, I didn’t see them come in.” “They followed Wyatt, Tristan, and Revin directly into the family room.” “I guess I’ll say hello to them later then.” The boys continued playing video games until we told them to wash up for dinner, and Wyatt and Tristan reminded them where they could do that. When they were ready, they came to the table to join us. “I didn’t get a chance to say hello to you earlier, but I’m glad you two are here again,” Dad told them. “I decided to have Manwich Sloppy Joe sandwiches, French fries, and corn tonight. I hope you like those things.” “Yeah, we do,” Hayden confirmed. “We like them a lot,” Hunter added. “I’m glad to hear that, so sit down and dig in.” During the meal, Dad quizzed the twins about different foods to see which ones they liked, and by the time we finished eating he had a fairly good idea about what he could fix while they were here. The twins also told us about the video games they’d played with the other boys and how much they liked being here with us. Wyatt and Tristan told them they liked it when they were here as well and that they couldn’t wait until they were actually living with us permanently. Just as they were cleaning off their plates, I decided to tell them what we were going to do next. “We’ve fixed up a bedroom for you and you can sleep in there tonight. You’ll just have to decide who gets the top bunk.” “Uhhh, could we sleep together tonight?” “Do you mean in a big bed and not the bunk beds?” “Yeah, just ‘til we get used to sleepin’ here.” “Sure, that will be fine and we have an open bedroom with a big bed in it that you can use.” “Can I sleep with them too?” Wyatt wanted to know. “You’d better ask them.” “Can I?” he repeated, and the twins looked at each other for a second before they answered. “Yeah, let’s do that,” Hayden agreed after getting a little nod from Hunter. “Then all we have to do is to decide what you want to do until then. You can play video games again, spend the time playing games in the rec room, or you can play board games with us.” “There are too many of us to play a board game,” Tristan pointed out. “There are two games, so one twin can play against Wyatt and me, and the other twin can play against Tristan, Revin, and Brandon. Then tomorrow night the twins can play against the group they didn’t compete with tonight.” “Yeah, we can do that,” Hunter agreed, “and then we can go out to the backroom and play those games later.” I knew he meant the rec room when he said the backroom, but I didn’t correct him. “Ok, that sounds fine, so we’ll clear off the table and set up the games.” I started out with Wyatt and Hayden and we played Candy Land, while Brandon played Chutes and Ladders with the other three. When those contests ended, we switched games and played again. After the boys had finished each game, they went out to the rec room without us. When it came time, we went to tell them to get ready for bed. “Do you take a bath or shower?” Brandon asked. “Our mom used to give us a bath, but when she couldn’t do that any more we started taking showers and would help to wash each other,” Hunter replied. “Do you want to shower with me then?” Wyatt quickly followed. “Both of us?” Hayden asked, looking confused. “Yeah, we do that all the time,” Wyatt answered. “You just have to be careful when three of you are in the shower at the same time,” Brandon explained. “If you’re careful then you can do it.” “Yeah, ok,” Hayden agreed after Hunter nodded at him. I carried their suitcase upstairs and we showed them to the bedroom they would be using tonight. While they were checking it out I heard Tristan and Revin enter the bathroom. I knew this meant the boys would have to wait a little longer before they could shower, because Benny and Joshie were probably in the other bathroom. We told the boys to get undressed, and then Wyatt and the twins spent a couple of minutes checking each other out. They were all circumcised and had very similar pre-pubescent penises, although Wyatt’s was slightly longer than the twins.” “Your pee-pee is bigger than ours,” Hayden commented. “This is nothin’. You should see my brother’s penis.” When I saw the twins’ reaction to what Wyatt had said, I made a comment. “The boys see each other naked quite often, and being a doctor I make sure they use the correct terms for the different body parts. That’s why Wyatt referred to it as a penis, instead of calling it a pee-pee.” They seemed to accept my explanation, although they still might have been a little overwhelmed. “Come on and I’ll take you to the bathroom where they’re takin’ their shower,” Wyatt offered. Hayden and Hunter looked surprised by Wyatt’s suggestion, but they followed him nonetheless. When they got to the other bathroom, Wyatt started to open the door when one of the twins spoke. “Don’t they lock it?” Hunter asked. “Nah, it’s just us boys.” Wyatt then led them inside. “Hey you guys, can the twins see your penis?” A second later the shower curtain slid back and Benny and Joshie stood facing the twins without trying to hide anything. “Wow, that’s really big,” Hunter stated as he gawked at Joshie’s penis. “Why does yours look funny?” Hayden asked Benny, so he explained the difference to them and slid his foreskin back and forth. “Neat, I’ve never seen nothin’ like that before.” Once their curiosity had been sated, Benny and Joshie closed the curtain again and finished their shower. While they were doing that, the other three headed to the other bathroom just as Tristan and Revin were finishing up. “Do you guys walk around like that all the time?” Hunter wanted to know once he saw the other two emerging naked from the bathroom as well. “Yeah, when it’s just us boys. We can’t do it when Grandpa Josh’s granddaughters are here though.” “And it’s why we gave your sister the bedroom on the first floor,” I explained. “All of the boys are used to running around naked up here and I didn’t want to shock her.” “Yeah, that’s why we started takin’ a shower and washin’ each other, cuz we didn’t want her to see us with nothin’ on,” Hayden responded. “She offered to give us a bath when Mom couldn’t do it any more, but we told Mom we didn’t want to do that.” “And we won’t tell her that none of you boys wear clothes up here,” Hunter added. “And we won’t tell our mom either,” Hayden confirmed. “That’s good, because some people might not understand,” Brandon told them. The twins seemed just as comfortable running around naked as the other boys, but that might be due to the fact that they’d always done it in front of each other, as well as in front of their mom, at least until recently. Brandon and I stayed in the bathroom while they were in the shower, just to make sure there weren’t any accidents, but we didn’t actually watch them wash one another. We heard a lot of giggling, though, so they must have been enjoying what they were doing. When they finished up, we handed each of them a towel to dry off. After that, we led them back to the bedroom. “What do you boys usually wear to bed?” Brandon asked. “We always sleep in our underwear,” Hunter answered. “Don’t you get cold in the winter?” Wyatt asked. “Nah, cuz we wear long johns then,” Hayden clarified. “Ok, then let’s get a fresh pair out of the suitcase for each of you,” Brandon told them. “I take it you share your clothes.” “Yeah, we both wear the same stuff,” Hayden confirmed. While they were putting them on, Brandon found a plastic bag with their toothbrushes in it. “I’m glad Holly packed these too,” he said holding up the bag. “Mine’s the blue one,” Hayden said. “The purple one is Hunter’s.” “Ok, so now you can go brush you teeth.” When they and Wyatt finished doing that, we told them to climb into bed. “Wyatt, will you sleep in the middle so we can both be by you?” Hunter asked. “Yep. It will be a Wyatt samich.” Wyatt then had to explain what he meant by that and it caused the twins to giggle. “That’s funny,” Hayden stated. “And tomorrow night we can make it a Hunter sandwich,” Hunter offered. “Yes, you can take turns being in the middle whenever you sleep together,” I agreed. “Now, we usually kiss the boys goodnight when we tuck them in, so would you mind if we did that to you?” “Nah, we don’t mind. Mom used to kiss us goodnight when we got in bed too, but she can’t do that no more,” Hunter answered. “Yeah, I’d like it if you kissed us too,” Hayden confirmed. We then tucked the boys in, kissed each one on the forehead, and wished them sweet dreams. “I really like it here,” Hunter said before we left the room. “Me too,” Hayden agreed. “We’re glad, because it will make it easier when you move here for good,” I commented before I closed the door. When the boys woke up the following morning, Dad fixed them breakfast, because we’d already left for work. Dad said they spent the morning watching cartoons, and when we got home we all had lunch together. “What are you boys going to do this afternoon?” I asked. “Can we play the bean bag toss game?” Tristan wanted to know. “Sure, I can set it up for you.” “You guys will like it,” Wyatt told the twins. “It’s fun.” As soon as everyone was done eating, I got the game ready, and then I went inside and started doing my chores. A short time later Tristan and Revin came inside to ask me a question. “Is it alright if we play kick ball in the yard?” “Of course. The rubber playground ball is in the chest in the rec room and there are four plastic bases in the closet.” “K, but we got to see if Benny and Joshie want to play too,” Tristan added. “Maybe I’ll ask Ryan and Noah too.” “Just knock on Benny and Joshie’s door first if they’re in their bedroom,” I urged, and Tristan looked at me and grinned. He understood my message. “Ok, I will.” The boys played outside all afternoon and didn’t come in until we called them to eat. They were giggling and chatting excitedly when they walked through the door. “Go wash up for dinner,” Brandon advised them. The twins followed Wyatt and Tristan again. “What are we having?” Tristan asked when they returned. “Grandpa Josh bought some DiGiorno pizzas, so we’re having those and a green salad. I hope you boys don’t mind having salad again,” I added while looking at the twins. “Nah, Mom makes us eat salad all the time,” Hunter answered. “Ok, we have several dressings for you to choose from, so you can use the same one as before or try something else.” While they were eating, Dad asked a question. “What have you boys been up to? I haven’t seen you since lunch.” “We’ve been playin’ outside,” Wyatt answered. “Yeah, we played kick ball, tag, and hide-and-seek,” Hayden added. “And Tristan showed us how much land you own,” Hunter followed. “So what do you think of the place?” “We like it, cuz there’s lots to do,” Hunter confirmed. “Yeah, and lots of boys to play with,” Hayden added. Since the boys had been playing all afternoon, we decided to watch a movie with them after we finished eating. When the movie ended, we sent them upstairs to shower and get ready for bed, and this time there was absolutely no hesitation as they got undressed and headed toward the bathroom totally naked. “They beat us again,” Wyatt said referring to Tristan and Revin. “Let’s wait in the bathroom until they’re done,” Hunter suggested, and that’s what they did. It’s a fairly large room, so it wasn’t a problem, and I think the twins wanted to do that so they could see the other two naked again. After they showered and brushed their teeth, they put on a clean set of underwear and climbed into bed, but this time with Hunter in the middle. “It’s a Hunter sandwich tonight,” he shouted gleefully, causing the other two to giggle. We then kissed each of them goodnight and wished them pleasant dreams. The next morning as they were getting out the cereal, Wyatt warned them not to eat too much because we would be going out for brunch later. The twins didn’t have a problem with that, and when they finished we sent them upstairs to get dressed for church. Brandon went up to make sure they looked ok before he went to change as well. Once we were all ready, we had the boys pile into the SUV. Since we had more bodies today, Ryan and Noah rode with Dion and Trey, and Dad and Pop rode in Pop’s car. We still picked up Becky, though, seeing Revin was riding with us. When we arrived at the church, many of the other parishioners asked who the twins were, so I explained they would soon be living with us. The others took it in stride, seeing we did this a lot, and then Wyatt led Hayden and Hunter to his Sunday school class. The twins seemed to be in a good mood when they joined us for the church service, so I decided to ask them about it. “What do you think of this so far?” “It was pretty good,” Hayden answered. “And we liked that we were in the same class as Wyatt,” Hunter confessed. We had those three sit with Brandon and me on one side and Dion and Trey on the other so we could quiet them down if they got carried away. That didn’t happen, although they weren’t totally tuned in to the sermon. When the service ended, we went out for brunch, and the twins seemed impressed with what they saw. “Doesn’t it cost a lot to feed everyone?” Hayden wanted to know. “It costs more than fixing it ourselves, but it’s a treat we enjoy every week,” I explained. “So we’re gonna do this every Sunday after church when we come to live with you?” Hunter followed. “Yes, we do this almost every Sunday, except when we’re having a special early dinner at home, like on Easter,” Brandon confirmed. When we finished up at the diner, we dropped Becky and Revin off at their place, and Revin thanked us for letting him spend the weekend with us again. When we got back to the house, Brandon went upstairs with the boys to repack their suitcase and to make sure they took everything with them. When they came downstairs again, the twins said goodbye to everyone and then I had them go out to the SUV so I could drive them home. Of course, Wyatt and Tristan wanted to go with us, and while they were buckling up, Hunter asked a question. “Can we do this again next week?” “I’m afraid not, because we’re not going to be home, but you can spend the weekend after that with us.” “K,” he responded, although I could tell he was slightly disappointed. I was glad the other two hadn’t said they’d still be home, because I didn’t want to put that responsibility on Dad, Pop, Dion, or Trey yet. The twins could wait one more week, and then the weekend after that they’d be moving in for good. When we dropped them off, we went in to say hello to Julie, and she eyed her sons when they came inside. “Did you… have fun?” “Yeah, we did,” Hayden answered. “It was even better than last time,” Hunter added. She looked at us and smiled before she spoke. “Thank you,” was all she said. We stayed a little longer as the boys told their mother what they’d done, but they kept their promise and didn’t mention the bath time activities. When they were done, I explained that we wouldn’t be home the following weekend, but we’d love to have the boys stay with us again the weekend after that. We also mentioned that since that was Memorial Day weekend we wanted her, Holly, and Julie’s home health aide to join us on Monday for a cookout. She tried to turn us down, but the kids weren’t about to allow that. “We want you to come and see where we’ll be livin’,” Hayden told her. “Yeah, you asked Dr. Currie and Dr. O’Hara to do this, so we want you to see what it’s like,” Hunter insisted. “But I’m… in a… wheelchair,” she objected. “We wouldn’t have any trouble getting you inside and showing you around the first floor so you could see what its like,” I offered. “And Holly’s room is on the first floor, so you could see where she’ll be staying,” Brandon continued. “And you can watch the boys while they’re playing games.” “And then we’ll be eating outside, so that shouldn’t be a problem either,” I added. “There will be plenty of food and we’ll be having hamburgers, hot dogs, and barbeque chicken breasts, along with a bunch of different salads. Can you eat those things?” “Not the… hot dogs… but I… can eat… the other… items… as long… as I take… small bites… and chew… carefully.” “It just takes her a lot longer,” Holly added. “Please come that day, Mommy,” the twins begged in stereo. “Ok… I’ll do it,” she relented, which caused her sons to cheer. “Great. I’ll give the directions to your aide when we pick the boys up that weekend, and then we’ll see you on Memorial Day.” Wyatt, Tristan, Brandon, and I all said goodbye and then we headed home. The weekend had been a total success.
  12. Let’s hope Ryan is okay with Damien and nothing bad happens. Let’s hope Jasper do anything stupid.
  13. northie


    @Headstall Thanks, Gary. I deliberately left it open to interpretation. Yes, it means one thing to me, but I'm happy for other people to find different meanings.
  14. northie


    Thanks, dear friend. You know some of the background to this.
  15. chris191070

    Chapter 15

    So Magda is a traitorous bitch. Just wait until Julian finds her and Tobias. Raven better be okay.
  16. I still feel bad for Brandon. Jeremy will move on and life will get better and Alex should check the numbers and see if he should place a bet before someone wins! Life is good
  17. I'm here. Time to celebrate the unsung hero on this Global Garbage Man Day. In celebration they will be served Stewarts Root Beer, Apple Strudel, and Cherry Tart's.
  18. Kkh

    Chapter 15

    Ma'am, what are you trying to do to us? 😔 Just give us the damn book already so i don't have to sit at the edge of my seat wondering what that traitor bitch Magda has in store
  19. Katya Dee

    Chapter 15

    - XV - “I didn’t know if she knew about you and magic,” Raven said ten minutes after Julian started driving. “Therefore, I didn’t say anything... Can you get us back via spell instead of driving?” Julian threw him a quick look and smiled his usual way, as if appreciating the fact that Raven kept his mouth shut. “No,” he said with audible regret. “I am not that good, unfortunately.” “I see,” Raven sighed and leaned on the back of the seat. He lit a cigarette and handed it to Julian. The blond took it with yet another small smile. “How long will it take us to get back?” Raven asked. “I mean, you have to be at work tomorrow, and...” he shrugged without finishing the sentence, knowing that the blond would know the end of it anyway. He was right. “A couple of hours,” Julian said with regret. “I will stay awake for as long as you want me to though,” he nodded. “I don’t care much about sleep. I mean, it’s certainly nice, but it is not my main priority,” he nodded without taking his eyes off the road. Raven looked at the car clock; it read 5:30. “Just pull over somewhere,” he said in a low voice, causing the blond to smile yet again. “I want you to be able to function tomorrow morning... I don’t want you to go broke for real,” he added, and Julian let out short laughter. ...They got back home a little after eleven, due to the fact that Julian had to pull over at least three times; one time after Raven told him to, the second time because he felt like it, and the third time, because of both of them. The second time was rather amusing. They just started to get into it, and Raven was halfway through removing blond’s shirt with his teeth, when there was sharp knocking on the window of the car. Julian let out an exasperated sigh, and rolled the window down. “What?” he asked impatiently after seeing some guy in militia uniform. “Your license, please,” the guy said with restrained intonation in his voice. Julian rolled his eyes and handed him his driver’s license. After less than a minute (as long as it took that guy to triple-read the name), the trooper started blinking very furiously, as if he was trying to get rid of something painful in his eye. “I apologize,” he said too quickly to not sound scared. “I apologize,” he repeated with a furious nod. “Drive safely, master Salamander...” and then he was gone from their view as if someone pushed some sort of a magic button. Julian closed the window, and it took them at least an hour to get back onto the road; maybe longer than that, Raven wasn’t sure. When they finally got back home, the car clock read 11:17. Julian let out a string of unintelligible obscenities, and the only thing Raven gathered from it was the fact that the blond didn’t have his house keys on him, thanks to Celeste, and would have to use one of the streams to unlock the door. Raven just laughed when Julian rang the bell for no apparent reason. “When I am around,” he said in a somewhat composed voice. “You don’t need keys, you should know that by now... Why are you ringing the bell anyway? There is nobody in the house,” he added, and the blond blinked with self-frustration. Raven reached for the doorknob when, suddenly, the door swung open. “Tobias...” Julian said slowly with a small frown. “What are you doing here? It is rather late...” Tobias was Salamander’s new butler; Julian hired him a little bit longer than a month ago. He was in his early thirties, had light-brown hair that started to recede on his temples, matching eyes, and he was very professional. Julian’s surprise at seeing him right now was easily understood – usually, every single member of the staff would leave at six in the evening. “I was waiting for you, master Salamander,” the butler said with a slight bow of the head. “I realized that you weren’t home, and I could not remember you leaving; therefore, I checked the garage, and saw that all of your cars were in there. I took the liberty of waiting for you, just to make sure that everything was all right. I apologize if that displeases you.” “I see,” Julian said thoughtfully. “Everything is fine, you may leave now.” “Yes, master Salamander,” Tobias bowed his head once more, turned around to grab his keys, and walked outside, bowing to Raven before he left. “Do you think he was lying?” Raven asked when the butler disappeared in the night. Julian’s expression was still quite thoughtful. “I don’t know,” the blond answered slowly. “Probably not... It’s just unusual to see such concern.” “Yes,” Raven said in a low voice. “It is unusual, especially when the concern is about you, and it comes from someone other than me...” Julian smiled at that his usual way and closed the door after they walked inside the house. Raven headed straight to the bedroom, concentrating on sleep, since he was rather tired for several reasons, and Julian disappeared in one of the rooms for several minutes. He walked into the bedroom when Raven was about to get under the covers. The dark-haired man froze in his spot and narrowed his eyes when he saw a slim, curved black dagger in the blond’s hand. “You are not serious,” Raven said slowly. “It’s eleven-thirty at night, and you have to get up at six-thirty...” “I will be fine,” the blond murmured and handed the dagger to Raven. Raven sighed in defeat even though he could feel those exhilarating sparks start running through him – he loved using blades on Julian, and the blond was perfectly aware of that. The thief didn’t care much about whips, cuffs of any sort, or electrocuting (even though he would do it if the blond was in the mood for any of that), but when it came to blades, he would become insatiable. He took the dagger and looked at Julian through his eyelashes, a tiny, cruel smile tickling his mouth. “Strip,” he ordered quietly, and the blond obliged. Neither one of them noticed a small black microphone hiding on the side of the curtain rod. **** A couple of weeks later, Julian informed Raven that he wouldn’t be home until at least eleven in the evening this upcoming Wednesday. “There is a company thing I need to take care of,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. “If you are interested, I can explain it in more details.” “That’s quite all right,” Raven nodded. “I am not interested.” Julian hemmed at that and said nothing. He knew that Raven couldn't care less about his business ordeals and it was fine with him; he never craved brunet’s attention to his work. “How’s the rock doing?” Raven asked lazily without getting out of bed. “Still there,” Julian shrugged and buttoned up his shirt. “You never researched it, did you?” Raven yawned with gusto. “No,” the blond admitted. “To be honest, I believe it would be a waste of time. Even if it is some sort of an artifact, it doesn’t matter right now, since it’s locked away. That and your friend never contacted you about it again, did she?” “No,” Raven frowned. “In fact, she hadn’t contacted me ever since I moved in with you... I might call her today,” he nodded and yawned again. “Miss your rush?” Julian looked at him seriously while his fingers quickly buckled his pants. “Yes,” Raven said honestly. “Well,” the blond left his belt buckle alone, since it was fine now. “If she offers you another job, run a research on the client first, will you? Or tell me, and I will do that,” he nodded slightly. “All right,” Raven said with a small smile. “Hey, this Friday is the second Friday of the month...” “Yes,” now Julian smiled as well. “I remember.” “Have fun at work,” Raven nodded with satisfaction, noting that the blond looked as impeccable as ever even though he only got three hours of sleep last night, and was ridden hard to say the least. “I will,” Julian nodded. “Sweet dreams, Raven...” Raven grinned at that and buried his face in the pillow. ...Wednesday evening, around 7:30 or so, Raven tried calling Magda again. He’s been trying to reach her since Monday, and he would only get her voicemail. “Hi!” Magda’s voice said with gloomy brightness, and Raven cursed softly; it was the damn voicemail again. “I am obviously not answering, so...” Raven sighed and snapped his phone shut. “What’s up with her?” he thought with tight frown. “All of a sudden, she just disappeared... Wonder if she’s all right...” He decided to run to her bank tomorrow morning and see if she has been coming to work lately. He threw his phone on the bed, and turned around, suddenly remembering that he left his wristband on the bathroom sink earlier, when there was gentle knocking on the door. “Yeah!” he called loudly, wondering if Julian would be able to get back earlier tonight than he thought. The blond said this morning that he would try his damn best, and Raven knew that he would. Then he glanced at the clock and frowned, wondering who was knocking at the door at this hour. The door opened just slightly, and there was the butler, his expression worried. “Master Delamorte...?” he said, and Raven blinked at that. He was still getting used to hearing his last name instead of his first from other people. However, if you live with Julian, you do not tell the staff to call you simply ‘Raven’ for various reasons. “What is it, Tobias?” he asked with a tight frown. The butler sure looked uneasy. “And what are you doing here this late?” “Master Delamorte,” Tobias said again and nervously glanced behind him. “There is a young woman downstairs, and she is asking for you...” He stuttered slightly. “Was... asking for you,” he nodded. “She is injured, and she is unconscious right now... Right before she lost consciousness, however, she asked for you...” Raven frowned even deeper. A young woman? The only young woman who would ask for him would be Magda, but how in the bloody hell did she even know where to look for him...? Finally, he slightly shook his head. “When did she get here?” he asked, walking towards the butler. “Ten minutes ago, master,” Tobias said quickly, stepping aside to let Raven through. Raven walked past him and was on his way towards the living room, when suddenly, there was a very unpleasant, sharp prick on his neck. He swirled around, trying to grab hold of invisibility rather automatically, without even trying to figure out what the hell was going on, but then everything around him flashed in violent black-and-white, and then the world ceased to exist. ...“Where is your car?” Tobias propped his arms on his sides. “Parked in the back,” the woman said, studying Raven’s unconscious face. “Give me the syringe...” she stretched out her hand without looking at the butler. He obliged without asking any questions. The woman took a quick breath and pierced her skin with the needle, slightly wincing at the sensation. She drew some of her blood into the syringe, silently biting her lip, and when she had enough, she pulled the needle out, and drew another quick breath. “Get me his vein,” she ordered shortly, and Tobias obliged once again, in complete silence. It took him several minutes to finally find a vein in Raven’s slender arm, and when he did, he looked up at the woman and gave her a sharp, curt nod. The woman slightly narrowed her eyes, and leaned towards the unconscious brunet, still biting her lip in hard concentration. “Are you sure it’s going to work?” Tobias asked tightly while watching her sink that needle into Raven’s arm. “I mean, even with the fact that he is the main priority aside, that psycho was attuned as well...” “It will work,” she said slowly and emptied the syringe filled with her blood into Raven’s vein. Then she repeated the whole ordeal several more times. Finally, she let out a small hiss and handed the empty by now syringe to the butler. Tobias took it without saying anything, put it into his pocket, careful not to prick himself, and stood up. “I don’t know how much blood he drank from that son of a bitch,” the woman said thoughtfully. “However, I am positive that my blood is going to be a hell of a lot more dominant than his...” she threw a quick look at Tobias. “Get him into my car,” she ordered shortly, and the butler nodded, wrapping his arms around Raven’s limp frame. “How long will it take...?” he asked while carrying Raven towards the back door of the kitchen. “A week at the most,” the woman replied. “Once my blood gets into his system, it’s only a question of time when the mirror is going to let me in... I’ll kill him after the ritual,” she nodded when she saw a small frown on Tobias’ forehead. “You will need to come back here until I call you,” she said firmly, and Tobias let out a small sigh. “I know,” he said while the woman opened the door. “It’s fine, however... I am just glad this part is over with...” He grimaced. “If I had to listen to their fucking one more time, I swear to God...” “Oh, please...!” the woman snorted and pulled a set of keys out of her pocket. “You were getting off on that, and you know it!” “At first...?” Tobias grinned. “Hell, yeah...! Lately though...” he shrugged and lowered the unconscious man into the back seat of the car. “...it was making me sick... Seriously, they fucked every goddamn night...! And every night would be different,” he nodded. “You recorded the whole thing, didn’t you?” the woman asked in a low voice. “You are going to use it whenever you jerk off, since I doubt you would find anyone who'd fuck you willingly...” The butler gritted his teeth at that. “I have good memory,” he said tightly, and the woman let out a very short laughter. “Believe me, however,” he nodded. “These two are into stuff that turns me off, and not on, okay?” “What were they doing?” the woman seemed to be genuinely interested, and Tobias tiredly shook his head. “You don’t wanna know...” he muttered. “Or rather, I don’t want to recall it,” he said after seeing woman’s almost hungry expression. “However...” he thoughtfully stared at Raven’s unconscious body. “That psycho would never do anything to him if he didn’t agree to it...” He glanced at the woman. “Whenever it came to pain, he...” Tobias nodded at Raven. “...would be the one to inflict it, and not the other way around... I don’t think that son of a bitch even tried that...” he added thoughtfully, and the woman shrugged somewhat impatiently. “Great story,” she said quickly. “Psychotic son of a bitch actually falls for someone... I should write a script about it, really... If I do it right, I will be famous for years! However,” she hemmed. “If I succeed...” she closed her eyes briefly. “I won’t need a stupid script,” she finished with a small nod, and opened her eyes. “Hurry up,” the butler said tightly. “I don’t have a slightest desire to be here again when that fucking blond comes back...” He nervously glanced around. “I almost crapped my pants two weeks ago,” he nodded quickly. “I am about to leave, and then there is a fucking doorbell-ring... Talk about fright...!” “Right,” the woman nodded and looked at her car keys. “Well, good night, Tobias... I will call you when I am sure my blood is dominant, okay...?” “Right...” the butler gave her another stiff nod. “Night, Magdalena...” He watched the woman sliding into the driver’s seat and shoving her key into ignition. He threw a last look at unconscious Raven. “Serves you right,” he thought darkly. “Whoever who is willing to do whatever you were doing to that bastard, deserves to rot in hell... And you were more than willing, all right...” He watched the car disappear in the night, and then he quickly went inside, took his keys, and left the house without leaving any traces of the fact that he was even here. When he stopped on the Stop sign, which led into one of the main roads, he became cold when he saw a hatefully familiar car waiting patiently across the street from him. “Shit...!” he thought desperately. “If he ever paid any attention to what I am driving...” That didn’t seem to be the case, however; blond’s vehicle crossed the street without as much as pausing by Tobias’ car, and the man let out a very shaky breath, reminding to himself once again to show up for work tomorrow morning.
  20. So I was this close to asking Jeremy for his hand in marriage and to find out he plays Dota 2 has made me reconsider. 😠 Real talk Alex is the biggest sweetheart in the world in this chapter! AHH if there was any doubt that he's a good person in spite of the mistakes he's made, there's the proof now :3 he cheers up his boyfriend and then hunts down the asshat who hurt his feelings! HAHAHA BRANDON HUNNY NOBODY BELIEVES THAT. That was lovely!! And a little sad! But a lovely sad. ❤️ Thank you!
  21. Happy June and Pride Month! One of the big themes this month is always coming out, or being out and proud, or just being out and not having to be afraid. A big part of that in many places is the GSA, because it's not always easy. Pilots takes a look at how that might play out in a wider setting than just a high school or college, and there's a real cast of characters to get to know in each chapter who will draw you in. Check out this older story if you haven't read it before! Pilots by David McLeod Length: 37,674 Description: Jacksonville, WY isn't the first place you'd look for an LGBT Alliance. Will it work? Follow the lives of the boys and girls who try to promote tolerance, and of those who attempt to stop them A Reader said: Having read PILOTS, I hope to enjoy this story as much. ~ Gene63 (of Pilots II) If you want to spread the word about David McLeod's story, download the graphic below and add it to your signature! Make sure you come back on Wednesday to see the excerpt I chose to share!
  22. The Teen Music Awards was so exciting and exactly what the group needed after the rough week they had. Ryan, Blake and Jasper kept quiet about what had happened with Ryan so that Luke and Simon wouldn’t worry, but there was a lot of tension amongst them with the pressure of the constant media attention on Jasper’s sexuality and the threats of more secrets being released if the other members didn’t just shut up and do as they were told. Being able to go and talk to other popular musicians, including other boybands to get an idea of the kind of management they deal with was the plan for the night. The moment they climb out of their limo and start walking up the red carpet, camera flashes around them aggressively as they walk, some reporters calling out to them to try and get a short interview. The group knew Jasper’s ‘scandal’ would be hot on the tongues of each reporter but they also knew it would look worse to avoid them all so they make their way towards one of the reporters at the edge of the barrier. “How are you guys going? You look amazing!” She starts. “We’re great, we’re really excited to be performing here tonight and being recognized for our musical achievements is a real honor.” Simon answers for the group who all smile and nod in agreement. “Obviously, there’s been a lot of attention on you recently Jasper, how did you feel coming into your first public performance since the photo was released of what looks like you kissing a guy and what can you tell me about that photo?” “There has been a lot of attention on me, I am glad we get the chance to remind people that our music is what we want people to talk about, not our personal lives.” Jasper answers with a shrug. “Besides, I think all the attention will be on Ryan tonight as it’s his turn to surprise everyone.” “Don’t give away too much Jasper.” Blake nudges him. “We should get inside, I can see one of our rival boybands has just arrived.” “Thank you for your time, I’ll let you get to it.” The reporter ends her interview with the boys and turns her attention to trying to coax the next stars over. “That went alright don’t you think?” Luke comments as they walk into the hallway of the backstage area and immediately become starstruck by their company. All in the halls there was a mixture of people from all different styles of music, solo artists mingling with members of bands, others just standing in the hallway watching everyone else. “I am one Louis Tomlinson away from having a fangasm.” Jasper comments in a fake whisper as they walk into their dressing room. “Sorry to break it to you, but their 'hiatus', is really a non conclusive way of saying they aren’t coming back.” Blake pats Jasper on the shoulder comfortingly but Jasper just turns to bite back. “You’re one to talk. When are MCR coming back again?” He asks. “You’ve brought the sass tonight. You’re meant to love me, remember, the manager wants you to be getting all smoochy with me on stage tonight.” Blake winks at him. Jasper just rolls his eyes and turns around as the door opens and both Fi and Chris walk in. “Alright guys, you’re on towards the end of the night so we’ve got plenty of time to get you all ready, after the show, you’ll have a half hour meeting with a bunch of fan’s who’ve bought VIP tickets, then off to the after party where I’m hoping you’ll all be responsible and stop Jasper from drinking himself stupid.” Chris states with a sigh, Jasper just smiles and shrugs it off, no amount of joking at his expense could ruin how excited he was for the after party, chatting to some of the artists who’d inspired him to pursue music himself. “It’s going to be a wicked night.” Jasper says, clapping his hands excitedly. Their performance went off without a hitch, the fans screamed loudly for them when they got up on stage to perform their most popular song but the addition of the sexy dance routine Ryan had choreographed for the group was the big surprise that made the biggest impact, granting the group immediate gossip and love on their social media. Once they were back in their dressing room with time to talk to each other about the show and scroll through the reactions from fans they were buzzing. “Oh here’s a good on.” Jasper clears his throat to read a post. “Am I the only one thinking Jasper was made to sexy dance with a girl just to cover up the fact that he’s gay. It’s sad to see him have to hide himself to please the homophobes out there.” He looks up from his phone and shrugs. “I should have seen that kind of opinion coming.” He types a reply to the post quickly, ‘the dance was to show Ryan’s skills and challenge us to widen our skill sets, not to hide anything.’ It wasn’t long before the show was winding down and the guys were being ushered by Chris down the hall to where a room of their fans were waiting for a special meet and greet event. Chris rounds the corner with the members not far behind him, excitedly talking about how much they couldn’t wait to get to talk to some of their fans and feel the support they knew they would need in no time at all when things with Chris finally came to an end. Chris opens the door and introduces the band as they start filing into the room of screaming cheering fans, ready to do autographs, take photos and talk with their biggest fans. “Ryan~” A familiar voice sends a cold shudder through his spine and stops him dead in his tracks before he can walk in the door. “Damien, what are you doing here?” Ryan felt as though his blood ran cold as he turned and faced the slim man dressed in tight jeans and a button up tight fitted white shirt, an open bright red plaid shirt over the top. “I went to your Mum’s and she said you don’t live there and wouldn’t tell me where you went. Next minute you’re in a music video? Babe, I can’t believe you ran off and joined a band. I am so proud of you.” Damien steps towards him and puts his arms out to hug him, Ryan steps back. “Ryan, are you coming?” Jasper walks out of the room and over towards them. “Yeah I will be right there.” Ryan tells Jasper quickly. “Not even going to make time for me?” Damien pouts at him. “Are you a VIP?” Jasper asks plainly, wondering whether this was one of Ryan’s friends or his awful ex, looking him up and down he could see a lot of similarities between himself and this guy in regards to how he presented himself, making him super anxious that it may be the latter. “I was once. I’m Damien.” The guy confirms to Jasper who he was facing, with a smug smirk on his face. Jasper swallows down the feeling of jealousy and tries to act like he doesn’t know who he is while considering doing a complete self make-over to look as different as he could from Damien, clearly Ryan had a particular type. “Oh right, cool.” Jasper frowns and shrugs like he’d never heard the name. “Are you one of our fans though? All the others are in the room waiting for us.” Jasper points back at the door everyone had walked through before Ryan had been distracted. “I’m a fan of Ryan, in particular.” Damien winks at Ryan who was just looking at the ground, a little lost. “Ok, I’m going to read between the lines and assume this is a personal visit. Our fans have paid a lot to meet us though so I am going to have to steal Ry for a while but if you know each other then I’m sure you have his number. You can organize a time to catch up when we aren’t busy.” Jasper suggests with a shrug. “Nice to meet you though.” He fakes a smile at Damien and takes Ryan’s hand. “Come on, people are waiting.” He starts leading him away to the room the fans were waiting in letting go of his hand only when they were out of sight of Damien and about to be in sight of the 50 VIP fans. “Get yourself back, obviously he’s caught you off guard and you’re a bit shaken, you’ve shut down, these fans deserve to see the best of you.” Jasper whispers to him gently outside the door. “Sorry, I am just. I didn’t expect to ever see him again.” Ryan takes a few deep breaths. “That is...” “I guessed, but now isn’t the time. Deal with him after this, just give yourself to the fans for the next 45 minutes.” Jasper orders with an exaggerated smile until Ryan smiles back at him. “Did you see his face when you pretended you’ve never heard of him?” Ryan laughs. Jasper just nods with a grin and pushes the door open, the fans scream as he and Ryan walk into the room. The fan meet went well and as suspected, the whole night had put such a strong focus on Ryan that Chris would have to be stupid to kick him out of the band. As soon as they all walk out of the room with a grin on their faces talking with excitement about what the fans had asked them, Ryan spots the man he’d hoped he’d never see again still waiting in the hallway. “Hasn’t security escorted him out yet?” Jasper mutters to Ryan who was once again shutting down. “Come and grab a drink with me.” Damien smiles at Ryan. “No thanks.” Ryan shakes his head. “Please, just hear me out.” Damien pleads, giving Ryan his best pout. “It’s fine Ryan.” Jasper gives him a reassuring smile. “Who knows, you might finally get over him.” He whispers to him with a grin. “Ok. One drink, and none of your tricks.” Ryan states strongly. Damien just smiles and stands up. “If you say so.” He shrugs, the smile on his face suggesting he had no intention of caring about Ryan’s demands. Jasper turns to Blake confused, he was self-conscious about what ‘tricks’ Ryan was talking about with Damien. Blake puts his arm around Jasper’s shoulders. “Who is that?” He asks, watching as Ryan and Damien walk off together, Damien attempts to take Ryan's hand but Ryan just pulls his hand away and ignores him. “His ex. One I don’t think he is over and I’ve sent them off for drinks together so does that make me a good, trusting boyfriend, or a complete idiot?” Jasper asks. Blake just squeezes Jasper’s shoulders and gives a sigh. “You’re not a complete idiot.” He says jokingly, not very reassuring at all. Jasper sighs and leans into Blake’s chest. “Why do I feel like this is a really bad idea then?” Jasper asks sadly. “Am I a psycho if I follow them?” He asks and Blake laughs, turning him around and heading towards their car out the back. Simon and Luke get in the front and immediately start discussing the event between themselves. “So how far did they go? Further than you guys?” Blake asks Jasper quietly. “Why would you even ask that?” Jasper scoffs. “I’m guessing so, since all we have done is make out.” “Well I wouldn’t have sent my partner off with an ex that had gone further than I had.” “What possible difference would it make.” Jasper asks. “If you guys haven’t done ‘stuff’ and he wants to do it, then maybe it’s the easier option to hook up with his ex again.” Blake shrugs. “Oh, thank you, that’s a super helpful thought that I really needed to have right now.” Jasper rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, looking out the window of the car as they head back towards their apartment, wishing that he hadn’t insisted Ryan go out for drinks with his ex like this. “Ryan doesn’t seem like that much of an asshole, I’m sure he wouldn’t.” Blake tries to comfort Jasper but it was obvious the first thought was sticking in Jasper’s mind. “Yeah but what’d Ryan mean by ‘none of your tricks?’ Like does he think Damien will seduce him? Is that what he is talking about? Will he even tell Damien that we are together, or even that he’s in a relationship? From what I’ve heard I doubt even that would be something he would respect but still. I don’t know why I thought sending him off to catch up was a good idea.” Jasper stresses, dropping his head into his hands and shaking it. “I want to stalk them. I want to call him right now and tell him that I changed my mind and I want him home. What should I do?” Jasper looks at Blake with a childlike innocence, wanting his problems to be solved by a more capable adult. Blake just smiles and puts his arm around Jasper’s shoulder. “You should remember that this guy was a jerk, that Ryan is smitten with you, and that by allowing this, even though it’s tearing you apart right now with the ‘what ifs’ shows a lot of trust. Trust is so important in a relationship.” “Yeah but does it come across as trusting? Or does it come across as me not caring that his ex took him out for a drink? I don’t want him to be thinking I don’t care.” “Send him a dick pick. Let him know you’re thinking of him.” Blake jokes with a wink. Jasper stares at him stunned, his eyes narrowed with confusion. “That’s absolutely the worst advice I’ve ever heard.” Jasper comments back, dumbfounded by the suggestion. “Show him what he’s missing?” Blake shrugs. “Or remind him what he misses with his ex? Give him ideas? You’re being really unhelpful about this.” Jasper scoffs, turning and looking out the window again. “I’m joking around, trying to cheer you up.” Blake nudges him. “You’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.” “Do you think we should hook up?” Jasper asks, this time it was his turn to shock Blake with his suggestion. “I don’t think making him jealous is the way to go.” Blake replies very calmly. “Not you and me you tool. Me and Ryan.” “I don’t think it’s called a hook up if you’re dating the person.” Blake laughs at him. “You know what I mean. Because we haven’t gone there. Should I just do it? So he doesn’t feel the need to go to someone else for it.” Jasper asks completely seriously, though by the smirk on his face and the chuckle at the suggestion, it was clear Blake thought he was joking. “What’s funny about that?” Jasper snaps. “This is serious, you’re not taking this seriously at all!” “You are serious? Jasper no. Definitely not. If you think you have to rush things just to stop him from possibly cheating, then he’s not worth going there with in the first place. Please do not feel like you have to do anything more to keep him. If he’s decent and he cares about you, you’ll be enough, whether he has to wait another week or another year for things to progress. He should care more about you being comfortable and ready otherwise you’ll be upset that you rushed things. Plus if you did that, and he still ended up being a jerk and cheating, you’d feel completely used.” “We were happy and just enjoying things for what they were before his stupid ex showed up. Now I feel like I’m turning into Ryan with the way I’m stressing. I just really hope he’s ok right now. I know his ex was a piece of work so he is probably having an awful time with him now anyway.” Jasper sighs. “Do you have anything that could help me de-stress?” He asks a little more quietly. “No, sorry.” Blake answers, Jasper raises his eyebrow skeptically. “You do know you can’t get high on medical cannabis, right?” “Then what is the point of it?” Jasper groans. “To stop me from having seizures during shows. But you’re right, it’s otherwise useless.” Blake laughs and shakes his head amused. “You know with your badass look, you’d expect you of all people would have weed in some form other than epilepsy medication.” Jasper scoffs disappointed. “Have you ever even tried it?” Blake asks. “No, but tonight seems like a good time to start.” Jasper shrugs. “You know from the good little church choir boy you were when you first ended up here, you’re actually becoming more badass than me, I mean you’re pegged as the alcoholic of the group, you’re having sneaky kissy sessions with a boy, starting a rebellion against the manager and asking me for drugs. I’m impressed.” Blake teases him. The car pulls up at their place and everyone gets out and starts heading up to their rooms, while Jasper lags behind the others he takes his phone out and contemplates texting Ryan to ask about how his ‘date’ was going. He deletes the message and pockets his phone. It hadn’t been half an hour yet, it’d look way too clingy to be texting him yet. “Are you ok?” Blake asks, he’d stopped at the front door and waited for Jasper to catch up. “Please get me smashed and keep my phone out of my hands tonight.” Jasper passes Blake his phone. “Oooo~ I’m going to read all your sexts.” Blake jokes. “Mm, good luck with that. That seems like something that would make you more uncomfortable than me.” Jasper shrugs, smirking to himself as he walks past him into their apartment. His plan for the night was to keep himself distracted and not think about Ryan, that started with getting dressed and ready for a night of mingling with performers from the TMA awards. No re-appearing nightmare ex, was going to ruin the excitement he’d anticipated being at this party tonight.
  23. hobo


    very good short story Keega lust faded after the good sex. he notices that the Hunter only interested in sex with him has .but he should enjoy it sometime when he finds his big love determined
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