PRAYING FOR LOVE IN A LAPDANCE !

[ZEPHYR DREW CLAYTON]

BUSY life flashed by the large bay windows that let the bright rays from the sun shine down onto the grey-blue tile of the mall’s entrance way floor. Plenty of people were planted down in the chairs that bunkered around the tables providing a vast area for the day’s attendee’s to sit and enjoy some of the world’s finest fast foods. But off in a particular silent corner was a frail boy that had his knees tucked up against the edge of the table while he pressed his lips quirky around the straw sticking out of his star-bucks cup. The tight fabric that hugged his thighs stretched over his knee as he bent his body into his folded legs to place the cup on the table before him. Focusing on the fine print of the book he was studying, Zephyr drew his free hand forward to flip to the next page. The melted chocolate coloring that filled the boy’s eyes shifted every now and then to extend to the last few words of the sentence before flicking back toward the crook of the page to continue on. Really, the report on the book wasn’t due for another few days, but Zephyr was still and child and had no life always an over achiever and did thing in the first few hours of asking.

A SOFT sigh pressed it’s way through his plush lips and into the atmosphere with a gentle squeeze of his lungs. Zeph tore his eyes away from intriguing paragraph and glanced back at the grouping of pages toward the end of the book. Just three chapters left. It was the only other homework he had to finish for the evening and it was only five-o-clock. Figuring he might as well leave a bit more for him to do when he got back to his dorm, he slipped the jarred edged book mark back into it’s place and flipped the book closed. Glancing over the title art of what seemed like a billion year old novel, the twig of a boy dropped the hard cover into his bag and pulled his legs back under the table. The spots where his shines had been pressed against the side of the table ached for how long they had been set in the same position. Time to get up and walk. Securing the tie on his bag, Zephyr rose from his seat and pushed the chair back into place against the table side. After making sure to grab his star buck’s cup off of the table top, he set off to be engulfed back into the swallowing crowd that populated the mall that day.

THE RATHER PERFECT row of upper teeth attacked the plush skin of his lower lip as he passed by the many little shops and side stops the mall had to offer. He hated it when you had to deal with the foreign person that was stationed at one of the little joints in the middle of the aisle. You could never understand them and they always tried to hunt you down when you tried your hardest to avoid them. In all honesty, they scared poor Zephyr. Feeling creeped out already, he sent his eyes ahead of him instead of to the side to scan for potential danger. But instead of finding what he was actually looking for, he got distracted like normal. The not so formal boutique drew his attention toward the display of different sets of skinny jeans. Clothing was a sick kind of addiction. Especially when you had thoughts such as: oh my god, he’d love my ass in those jeans. running through your head. A soft color of pink rose to Zephyr’s cheeks at the thought. Really, he just wanted to get some new jeans. At least, that’s what he told himself. Steering his way into the entrance of the store, he poured his attention to the front row of displayed jeans.

CHECKING THE TAGS FOR sizes, Zeph picked out a few pairs that he liked and he hoped that another person in mind would also like. He shuffled his way over to the dressing rooms and quickly slipped into place. It wasn’t like the jeans he was wearing now didn’t show off enough. He was really a twig, but that didn’t stop his hips from displaying a rather tasteful bulge when the time was appropriate… or not. He tossed the few items he had out of his pockets and onto the safely sanitary front of his bag that he had placed on the floor. After kicking off his converse and pressing down the tight denim that clung to his thin thighs, Zephyr started with a darker pair. Their compressed color made the dye look similar to coal dust being brushed all over them. They were faded and stone washed actually, but the dark color still looked wonderful against the pale contract of his skin; what little skin he did have showing. Getting undressed in a public area made him feel rebellious. It was almost like walking around a store with no pants on, which, you know, wouldn’t really be all that different from the styles of jean wear these days.

SINCE THE DRESSING ROOMS WERE kind of toward the back of the store, Zephyr decided to get dangerous. He stepped out of the closed confined space of his own personal dressing room and into the displaying public; with the jeans still on. He stepped in front of the mirror and allowed a mocking smile to rip across his lips the moment his eyes fell over the hind end of his body. The tight fabric didn’t only show the perfect curves, it gave off that there was so much more to offer there. Teasing to please, really. Oh, this poor little boy had yet to be corrupted in a sense. His family, for one, would have off with his head if they actually found out his taking to.. To liking boys. There was just a difference between them that made him attracted to one than the other. Surely his innocence had yet to be stolen away from him, but he felt as if buying these jeans would get him there a whole bit faster. Letting his teeth have at his lower lip again, Zephyr lifted his hands to the button on the jeans and pulled it undone. The sound of the zipper pulling down seemed to echo in the corner of the store.

DARTING BACK INTO THE DRESSING ROOM, he didn’t bother to lock the door. Besides, he was going on a rebellious spark and felt like being dangerous. Let the world see his boxer briefs showing off all of what he really had. See if he cared.

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STATUS , finished.
WORDS , 1,124 words.
NOTES , i love zephyr =3
TAG , levi.

[LEVI OWEN JONES]

LEVI DID THIS A lot. His days consisted a lot of loitering in public areas. Yesterday it had been the little strip mall a few blocks away from his run down apartment. His number one hobby now was people watching. He didn’t have a very steady job, so he had nothing better to do. Even when he worked, he could watch. And even better, it was at night, in the clubs. When everyone lost ambitions, and started making babies on the dance floor. So what if it made him perverted for watching. He wasn’t doing it for sexual pleasure. Not through voyeurism anyways. He people-watched for two reasons. One was for picking out who lured him in a crowd. The other was for his own personal science. The guy just liked human behavior, could you blame him? He was all about body language. He spoke it better than English. Levi wasn’t what you could call smooth in person. He spoke in riddles and half strangled rhymes that only the demented could understand and appreciate. His smile sometimes came out like someone torn open his face, with a startled leer that was painfully forced. He liked observing from afar, silent with his words, but not with his body. He had a habit of canting his hips out too much in public, towards who was tearing apart with his eyes. Or he’d even go supernova, radiating full slut mode, writhing and letting his shirt get racked up around his torso. Or let his jeans ride low, like his hipbones were slippery, and his pants could barely cling on with blunt fingernails. Levi was shameless, and he knew it. He flaunted it.

IT WAS NO EXCEPTION today. Setting up station in a little coffee shop inside the store, Levi was on the prowl. Maybe for someone new to terrorize, or just watch more nervous body language. He hadn’t decided yet. But if the way he draped himself halfway over the counter while he paid for his drink, touching his fingers unnecessarily against the cashier’s wrist while grinning darkly was any indication for his intentions, it was a pretty bold statement. His eyes formed a soft smile, smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. Maybe he needed a full time job. If it got him out of the malls, and into an office, where he couldn’t do as much damage, it was probably a smart move. But a job was not at the top of his to do list. In fact, ‘get a hair cut’ was ahead of ‘maybe do a better than half assed job, and get more money’. Dropping a few coins into the tip bin, he slipped down the counter, plucking up a stir stick and straw.

IT HAD BEEN A boring spot to watch. The casher had seemed uninterested in his come on’s, and he wasn’t surprised. The guy seemed as straight as a ruler, and was giving Levi dirty, disgusted looks from the corner of his eye, between brewing coffee and scrubbing furiously at his wrist with his apron. Levi just threw him more wide smiles, and a few winks. He cocked his hip against the counter, staring down at his shoes. Maybe there should be more to his life than useless flirting in a wanna-be Starbucks in a mall. Like patching up almost dead relationships. Or taking a shower. But just as he was on the brink of a marvelous and life alerting break through, someone bumped into him, jarring him out of his thoughts. Glancing up under his lashes, all he received was another dirty look. But that wouldn’t bring him down. He glanced out into the mall, grimacing at the throng of bodies. But one sickly little figure stood out to him. He craned his neck, leaning forward on his toes to get a better look as he kept walking. The coffee house bored him anyways. Ripping off one of the paper ends on his straw, he turned back to the cashier. Wrapping his lips around the open end, he blew, and was left with a satisfied feeling as the paper twirled through the air, and smacked into the man’s cheek, half of his body jerking. Levi curled his fingers in a little wave, picking up his cup, and heading out into the masses.

TRYING TO KEEP TRACK of a mop of brown hair in such a crowd turned out to be a difficult task. Levi thought he’d found the right head, ruffling the hair roughly, before he was shoved back by a disturbed looking woman. He’d continued his lurking after that, saying away from the woman, who seemed to keep on appearing everywhere, he went. He was about to give up his frantic search for the end to his boredom, before he skid to a stop, and did a double take on the store he’d just stormed past. Taking a sip from his cup, he smirked around the foam lid. He’d thought maybe he would have to resort to actual productive tasks for the day. But now that Levi had figured he’d found Zephyr, there was a little light left in the day. He waited, trying to down his drink quickly. There was no need to rush it. If he left the store, he was right there, and could have caught him. But he waited instead. Trying to not come off as watching the store, his eyes flickered around, attempting to be interested in an advertisement for watches. But the second his drink got to a reasonable low level, he dumped it into a trashcan. It was a waste of about four dollars, but whatever. He knew how graceful he wasn’t, and didn’t trust himself to not spill his drink on a decent amount of clothes.

BUT JUST AS HE entered the store, he couldn’t keep track anymore. The boy wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Frowning, he slowly moved down the rack, raking his fingers along the jeans. He pouted, pondering about how maybe he’d left the store before he’d even gotten a chance to surprise attack him, and had been too caught up in that damn watch ad. He felt like kicking himself. But his eyes were drawn to the back of the store, where a worker was leading a customer. Considering he hadn’t seen him leave, this might have been his last choice. Shifting leisurely, he made his way to the change rooms slowly. The employee was gone, and so was the patron. Levi shuffled long the small aisle of little change rooms, he bent over at every door, looking in for feet. The first pair was high heels, so he highly doubted that was him. Unless that’s how he got his kicks. Levi didn’t know, so he kept on moving. The only other pair of feet was socks. Big feet, too. It would have had to be a monstrous old bat to be a woman. The door didn’t seem to connect completely to the lock. Nudging the door with his knee, he almost jerked back when it shifted forward. But he’d gone this far, why turn back.

HE POKED HIS HEAD in, grinning before biting his lip, and pushing the door open more so he could slip inside. “Zepphy, what have told you about locking doors? There are perverts out there who could just sneak in.”

_{STATUS: done son.
WORDS: roughly 1,225
MUSIC: CHALLENGERS - THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS
NOTES: BAW. such a shitty post. ): + I LOVE ZEPHYRRR,}

[ZEPHYR DREW CLAYTON]

HALF the time, dressing room doors didn’t have locks. They were either broke or didn’t work well so if someone bumped into it, you were going to get a full look of someone’s shocked face while they were either half naked, or you know, stripped down to the very fine grains. He glanced back toward the door, felling his teeth instantly want to bite at his lip. This habit of his had been dubbed cute by so many people. Really, he thought it was just annoying and uncontrollable. Zephyr fixed his eyes down to his thin legs, smirking some to himself as he noticed the tan lines from his recent work with the family in their back yard. His parents were very strict on the up-keep of their house and yard. The five aches that happened to make up their backyard made Zephyr glad he only had to attend when he could get away from school. It’s an amazing thought, I know, Zephyr slacking off because the work was too hard? No, not because of the work. There wasn’t a problem with doing a full day of hard work. Being around his family now that he was ’sneaking around’ with other guys made it feel like he was betraying them.

WRINKLING his nose at the thought, he sighed as he finally slipped the denim down past his ankles. They wouldn’t accept him anymore and he knew for a fact that they think he’d gone against the religion and went off and had sex with someone. But he hadn’t, and that seemed like a miracle considering how sensitive Levi was with the whole thing. Okay. He wasn’t sensitive. He was blunt. He knew the guy wanted in his pants, but the fact that he had him waiting around gave Zephyr a strange kind of feeling. He was actually wanted by someone. Not in an affectionate way, but in a sexual way. Just the thought of it made his heart race. Quickly tossing on his own jeans, he didn’t bother with his shoes. He stepped out of the dressing room quickly and grabbed a few shirts; tight ones that would show off the little muscle that clung to his skinny bones. If he was going on a showing off and teasing to please spur with Levi, he might as well take it all the way. He hung up the shirts on the hook connected to the side of the changing room. Tugging at the hangers to make sure that they were all displayed neatly and not just tossed together. He did have a bit of an OCD about neatness.

TURNING his face down to look at the brass button on the face of his jeans, he closed his eyes and put tan hands in place of his own. A boy could dream, couldn’t he? The sound of his zipper being jerked down sounded so sexual, then again, with what he was thinking, it was supposed to appear that way. Zephyr’s stomach slumped into a hollowing motion as he slid his jeans down his thighs. His eyes pulled open and he could feel the heat crawling to his cheeks. He was so weird. But he knew that the moment it would actually happen with Levi, he would be nervous as hell. He jerked his head to the right, pulling his bangs out of his face as he folded his own jeans and placed them on top of his bag to join all the other items he called his own. You never knew what happened in dressing rooms, which was why he had kept his socks on. The thought of someone’s dirty germs getting all over his body freaked him out. It made him want to reach for the hand sanitizer, but he refrained to do so in consideration of touching jeans with damp hands.

ZEPHYR lifting a hand and pushed his chestnut bangs away from his face. His emerald, cat-like eyes scanned over the next pair. They were lighter, but still a nice color of dark jeans. Pulling the jean hooks from the hanger to get the pants free, he hung the hanger up where he had placed the rest of the jeans. The boy’s boney hips jarred out against his boxer briefs. Tight pants always took a while to get on, actually. Having to fight with the fabric a bit, he slipped the jeans up to the bottom of his hips, letting them settle there. Having fighting with then had pulled the band of his boxer’s down, exposing a great deal of skin around his front and his back. The frail boy pulled his shirt over his head and put it down with the pile of his things. He turned back to the few shirt he had picked out, feeling his exposed skin get a brush of air. It made his body shiver at the thought of someone seeing him like this. The young boy had never been this naked in front of someone. The inked skin on the back of his arm hadn’t ever been exposed to anyone either. Suddenly, he felt a little bit too dangerous.

BUT before he could turn to actually close the door, a voice had him jumping and wanting to crawl up the back wall. Zephyr flicked his eyes toward the door, feeling his heart start to race even more that it was before. He was standing in front of Levi. More than half naked. Instantly, his lip was clung onto by his teeth while the color flooded his cheeks. Of all people, it had to be Levi. The person he was planning on buying these clothes to show off his body for. The dangerous and rebellious feeling he had had earlier was telling him that this was something he had actually wanted to happen. After all, hadn’t he just been daydreaming about Levi’s hands being the one’s to undo his jeans? He took a moment to replay the words he had just let slip from his mouth back to him. And oh, how much he loved that voice. With his heart pumping against his chest, he let a calm, cheeky smile slip onto his plush lips once his teeth had fixed back into his mouth. “And hasn’t anyone told you about being the pervert walking into those dressing room?” His head tilted to the side, smiling innocently at the other male before him.

God, how much he wanted to feel Levi’s warm hands on his skin.

But that was, you know, naughty.

Dangerous.

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STATUS , finished.
WORDS , 1,088 words
NOTES , everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous

[LEVI OWEN JONES]

LEVI HAD A LESS THAN secret obsession with clothes. Fashion, more like. If he wasn’t so short, he probably would have tried to be a model sometime in his life. But apparently, 5’7 was short for a girl model too. So he never got his week long dream of the catwalk. But he’d found other ways to expression his great sense of fashion. He didn’t need a little strip of white space to prance down, not smile, and pose on to get his attention he craved. Levi liked smiling too much to not be allowed to do it. The fact was, Levi wasn’t disciplined enough to be a model of any sort. Runway, role, not any of them. He wouldn’t be able to follow the schedule that told him when to sleep, when to eat, what to eat. Levi was too much of a cocky asshole that wouldn’t let anyone boss him around. He liked to do what he wanted at his leisure. And when people usually told him to do something, he wouldn’t do it, and probably do the opposite. That might have had something to do with the fact he couldn’t hold down a job for very long because of his temper and habit of talking back. So no runways for him. He would stick to dressing how ever the fuck he wanted. This usually meant that bright obnoxious and tight articles of clothing made their way into his wardrobe. They were for the “look at me, I need attention!” factor. Clashing patterns and shades, anything to make him stick out like a sore thumb. Even when he’d stepped into the store, he’d made a silent note in the back of his head that if he couldn’t find Zephyr, he would go and spend money he didn’t have on some little eye catching outfit. Anything to not blend in.

THERE WASN’T REALLY ANYWAY he could really stop himself from giving Zephyr the once over. It was kind of hard. Considering he was half nude in front of him, and everything. Levi was kind of jealous of his body. His torso was so slight, he was positive if he tried hard enough, he could just wrap his hands around him, and have his fingers touch. But maybe he was just embellishing. But making things sounds larger than life was his part time job. Just put any individual in front of him, and he could exam them, and list over exaggerating details about their shape, size, and form. Another particular thing he was envious about was Zephyr’s hipbones. They were boney, and jutted out from his body, looking like a nice little spot for him to press his hands. They had a certain look about them that like coal, perhaps if he just squashed the sharp hipbones down hard enough, they’d turn into the real diamonds in the rough they were. Pointed and emaciated, and they looked like they could cut. If Levi had his shape, he’d choose to be naked more than clothed. That might be a dangerous combination. His over embellished ego, mixed with an even better, in his humble and always right, opinion? Cities would crumble around them, and the economy would die off. It was hard enough to get Levi into clothes that fitted him, even if he did have sneaky tricks for exposing skin, but if he had a body like Zephyr’s for one night. Well. He wouldn’t know what to do with his lanky, taller self. Nothing about him in that moment was lanky. At least he didn’t look malnourished like Zephyr did sometimes. He just didn’t understand why whenever he saw the boy, he was always so concealed. He shouldn’t have body issues, Levi would tell him that. He just needed to get looser. And not so turtle like.

BUT NOT EVERYONE NEEDED to be like Levi. so full of so much fake confidence, his own head so far up his ass that he just assumed everyone should be happy with who they were, and should flaunt it. “Flaunt it” usually meant being near nude, and flouncing around like a nymph, or a harpy, ready to seize up who ever would have him. Levi had spent the last twenty plus years or so of his life perfecting how to cling. Like some vine-y climbing thingie. Like ivy up an old brick wall. He’d turned his arms into grippy things that adhered to anything that strayed too close to him. He let his eyes roam again, down Zephyr’s front, considering the jeans that were barely holding themselves up. The shirts hung up on the hook caught his eye. Trying to grab all of the hooks at once, the metal dug into his skin, but he ignored it, draping the shirts over his forearm. Running his fingers down the front of the material, he plucked up one of the hangers, and held the shirt up to Zephyr’s chest, before frowning, and put it back on the hook. “Nope, never. And hasn’t anyone ever taught you to lock doors? Really, it’s a serious problem.” He muttered out in a serious tone, but tried to hide his smirk behind another shirt, with his head tilted down. Levi put another shirt back onto the hook without evening holding it up to him, grimacing at the color. Stealing a glance at him from under his eyelashes, he lifted up another shirt, and put the rest away.

ZEPHYR WAS GOING TO BE his doll whether he liked it or not. He dug the hanger out from the shoulders, swearing when it fell and clattered around at his feet. Kicking it aside and ultimately out of the stall, he held up the shirt, pressing it to his skin, his fingers curling over his shoulders. He stepped back a bit, looking at the shirt against the jeans, and the shirt against his skin. Letting go of his left shoulder, Levi tugged the shirt down a bit, nonchalantly brushing his knuckles over Zephyr’s hipbone. “Yeah. Here, put this one on. It’ll look great.

[/b]” He thrust the shirt at him, tossing it over Zephyr’s shoulder. Levi stepped back again, but made no effort in really exiting. He was already in here, and it wasn’t like he was removing clothes. He saw no real reason he should leave. His lips tugged into a smile, too wide and too many teeth. “Trust me. [/b]”
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_{STATUS: done like dinner.
WORDS: 1069. lol. 69.
MUSIC: RADIO - CASH CASH
NOTES: TERRIBLE. only took me longer than a week to crank out a shitty post ;__; sorry.}

[ZEPHYR DREW CLAYTON]

THE world’s role of fashion had so many different styles that it seemed like the people that modeled the clothing were wrong for the job. Honestly, who was that thin and that tall? Didn’t they need everyday people instead of people that didn’t eat and when they did it, it was something so small it couldn’t even count as a meal? Zephyr shouldn’t be a person to speak. He was skin and bones compared to a lot of people, but that wasn’t actually because he didn’t eat. He did eat, just not a lot. Food was normally his last concern. After years of having to make sure other people were fed before him, it kind of stuck with him that other people’s needs needed to come before his own. Now that he was living on his own, he never was really hungry enough to pick something up and make it. The only time he did eat a lot of food was when he was at a family gathering. Even then, he tried to keep his plate small. Food was something that Zephyr thought he could live without. Well, at least he tired to anyway. It was possible for the boy to be starving himself without even knowing it. As far as he was concerned though, he just needed a roof over his head, clothes to keep him concealed and he was set to go. There wasn’t any food put into the deal at all.

BUT if the gave the boy an offer to be a modern day model, he’d turn it down for sure. Showing off people’s clothing wasn’t his thing. He liked to be the person behind the scenes; the one that no one ever saw. That, to him, was better than having the spot lights beating down on him to make everyone’s attention be on him for a few seconds. Having the attention shined on him was actually a big fear of Zephyr’s. Staring at the open door and finally realizing how he was almost bringing attention to himself made him curious where the urge had come from. His thoughts were interrupted when Levi stepped in the way of the gap that consisted of the ajar door and the rest of the store. The boy’s chocolate eyes lifted to shockingly gaze forward toward Levi’s face. Zephyr watched at the clothing began to fly around the small confined space. Gulping back a breath of air, he shifted back into the corner. The cold of the wall made him gasp and throw his body forward. Of course, it landed him practically grinding on Levi’s hip. Flushing and knowing that his cheeks were glowing red, Zeph stepped back with his face turned away. “Sorry,” he mumbled, lifting a hand and brushing his bangs out of his face.

ZEPHYR hadn’t really been aware of what the other was doing until he finally snapped out of his thought process and turned his attention on the clothing that he was searching through. Lifting a smooth eyebrow, the chestnut haired boy tilted his head to the side innocently as he pondered just what the hell Levi was doing. His lips draped into a smirk when he heard the near-serious tone of his voice. It wasn’t hard to find the smirk trying to be hidden behind the fabric. “I wouldn’t have to worry about locking doors if it weren’t for strange people that walk in on other people changing.” His arms confidently folded over his chest. But the confidence died in a matter of seconds and his arms dropped back down to try and cover his, well, uncovered body. “What if it wouldn’t of been me? What if it was someone else?” He lifted his eyebrow again, tilting his head to the other side. His hair fell forward into his face, making the look seem almost too innocent. Zephyr was very aware of every time that Levi’s eyes had scanned over his body. It made his heart speed into an uncontrollable tempo. Each time it happened, it seemed to get a little higher.

WHEN it seemed near impossible for his heart rate to get any higher, Levi had to go and move his too-warm skin against Zephyr’s hip. Really, no one knew that that particular spot on his body was sensitive. Then again, why would anyone know that? He never allowed himself to get too physically open with anyone; it was just a family kind of wish. The boy inhaled a sudden breath at the brush of their skin. He instinctively stepped back, but a strange thing happened. Even after Levi’s hand left the spot of his body, Zephyr could feel the heat it had brought to his hip. A flush color of pink brightened in his cheeks as he watched the other. Catching the shirt blindedly, he tried to focus on what he was being told to do. Swallowing down what felt like years of nervousness, Zephyr dipped his chin down in a curt nod after Levi spoke. He lifted the shirt and parted it at the seam. Tugging the fabric over his body, he allowed it to cling against his smooth muscles. His pale skin seemed to be swallowed by the color, glowing brightly right along with it. His eyes scanned over the print on the front before his eyes lifted to see Levi’s reaction.

HIS hands fittled with the font pocket of the jeans, showing his unease. “Okay, okay. You’ve picked out my clothes and you’ve seen me half naked all in one day. I’ll buy them. The least you can do is turn around while I change.” He leaned back toward the wall, making sure the option was clear. He really was pushing it with even allowing Levi to stay in the dressing room with him, but Zeph was apparently up for trying new things today. His brown eyes scanned over Levi’s face in wait for his reply. With his teeth inching forward, they latched onto his lower lip to show his insecurity. It then occurred to him that the thought he had just had was extremely random. Sex in public places. He’d watched a show on it the previous night. Strange, yes, but it was actually interesting. It had showed how camera’s had been placed in motel rooms to ‘capture’ couples in the act. That was even private. Nervously, he glanced about them to scare the ceiling for camera’s. Wow. How paranoid.

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STATUS , finished.
WORDS , 1,071 words
NOTES , aha. that took me twenty minutes to write. something is wrong with me, i swear.

[LEVI OWEN JONES]

OUT OF ALL THE seasons, fall was probably Levi’s favorite one. It never failed to bring beauty back after the blazing hot sticky days of summer. Those gross days where he didn’t move for hours on end because he was sticky, felt ill and was sweating in odd places. And as much as he liked seeing sweaty people, he liked seeing them tucked into clothing more. Sure, over worked, geared up sweaty had always been a thing for Levi, even the pit stains, fuck. He didn’t mind. It just meant that person could get hot and bothered, and it would show easier. And the more people didn’t try to hide the sweat, the more he liked them. Showed courage, and a sense of “I really don’t give a fuck anymore.” He liked bold, and didn’t mind the smell of body odor, as long as it wasn’t really rancid. As much as he liked those things, generally associated with summer, he liked fall more. It meant people started to bundle up, wear more layers. Back to the whole “Levi loves clothes, and is probably a huge gay man” theory. Not just in the material way, although he fucking loved clothes that way too. No, he liked the splash of patterns on patterns, even though that was a “no no”. He liked the texture of material. The bumpy, grainy feel of corduroy, the slip soft feel of silk, rough dragging feel of jean, prickly itchy feel of wool.

Levi liked to touch touch touch fabric. He loved to feel. He’d drag his hand along the racks or shelves in stores, fingers tips getting a drink of a plethora of sensation, the cool feel of satin and the warm sense of heavy fabric used in hoodies. Hell, he even loved the smell. Freshly washed fabrics, heavy with flower and ocean smells. Dirty old worn shirts, thick with the musk of someone’s body and warmth, and a natural smell to it. Levi used his senses when it came to clothes. Feeling and smelling the key ones. He’d love to be blind. Since he’d never have to know what it looked like, and he could just wear whatever felt nice on his body. But the sight of clothes was just as fastidious for him. He liked mostly every color. But it was how you wore it. Some people couldn’t wear certain colors; it didn’t go with their complexion well, or with their hair right. Some people shouldn’t wear certain patterns. If you’re short, you should wear something with a vertical stripe, it makes you look taller. Heavier set people shouldn’t wear something with horizontal lines it makes you look wider. People say you shouldn’t wear pattern on pattern, but Levi blew through that like no tomorrow. Hoodie with pattern, shirt with pattern, and if he could, pants with pattern. It screwed people up, and they didn’t know where to look on you. Maybe then they’d look you in the face, and have a conversation with you, not your pants. Plus in fall, that’s when new fashion came in, and Levi just got to do it all over again.

Often, when people saw Levi analyzing clothes so close, touch touch touch, they thought he was autistic of some sort. Autistic smaustistic. That term got thrown around so lightly these days. People were always self-diagnosing themselves with aspbergers, or attention deficit disorder, you didn’t know who was special needs anymore. Levi used to think if he was autistic, then everyone must be. Everyone had moments of weirdness, or queer behavior, did that make everyone handicapped? He didn’t think it was right. His cousin’s mother had labeled her son as autistic because he couldn’t read until he was eight. There were millions of other kids who couldn’t read until the age of eight, and maybe more. Levi hardly knew how to read when he was eight, but did that mean he was handicapped? It took away from the whole definition. He could smack the hundreds of “scene” kids in myspace that always called themselves retarded, or had something like aspberger’s, just so they could look different. Unique. Looking for an excuse to act foolish as fuck on the Internet, and run with it. It made the country in general look bad. Teenagers running left and right, diagnosing themselves. Retarded. Depressed. Back problems. Multiple sclerosis. Aspberger’s. Look at me, I’m different, I’m not like anyone else, even though half of us are claiming to be something we’re not. You shouldn’t have to have a disease to not fit in. stand out.

“Well, it would have been awful embarrassing if it hadn’t of been you. But it was. So shut up

[/b].” Levi had done his share of trying to be the elephant in the room. Dye his hair obnoxious colors you could see across the room, orange near Halloween, red near Christmas (someone had stopped him from adding green too), and just any color he could get his hands on, he’d tried. The clothes he wore. Bright colors, tight fit, loose fit, dull shade. Bulking on layers to almost wearing nothing. Been there, done that never felt different. The staring eyes grew dull after a while. He stopped trying to get attention that way. He started using his big boy words. Calling people out on what they were doing to fit in so much, they stood out. Everyone was doing the same thing, dressing the same, speaking the same, and breathing the same. But they all claimed to stand out. He wanted to know how. He’d start to rile people up, and get them frustrated and annoyed, and then he’d leave. If anything he wanted to be known for disturbing people’s peace. And he got it. And how he loved it. Half the time, Levi didn’t know how he and Zephyr even got along. Zeph was so reticent, calm, far more humble than him, and he didn’t try to fit in with the drones. Levi was mouthy, would talk back with no problem, cynical and edgy. But maybe that’s why they got along so well. Because they weren’t the same person. They could keep a conversation up that wasn’t them just agreeing, and letting it go. They could have different opinions on things, and argue in a pleasant way. Maybe Levi could stand to be around him because he wasn’t just another carbon copy of every other person in the city. Something different. Fresh. Shiny. His eyes lit up when Zephyr practically thrust forward into him, a smile tugging on his lips, letting out a toothy grin. Sorry? “I’m not.[/b]” he buzzed out, grin still in place.

Okay, so maybe he stared a little when the younger boy was pulling on the shirt. But where was the harm in that? He was just looking. And staring. And possibly salivating. Zephyr had such pale skin. Pretty pale skin. It was just asking to be touched and marked. But Levi tucked his hands behind his back, smiling softly. “See. I told you it would look nice[/b].” He said so matter of factly, reaching over and picking a fluff off the shoulder of the fabric, resting his hand over his collar bone. “I won’t bite.” He murmured, narrowing his eyes at his discomfort. He let a pout form on his lips, before snapping his hand back, and nodding. “Alright, alright. If you’re going to be so prude[/b].” He threw his hands up, and silently shuffled around; facing the door he’d snuck in hardly five minutes ago. “Shouldn’t you be in class[/b]?” he asked the door, tucking his hands into the front of his pockets. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

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WORDS: 1300ish
MUSIC: GOING OUT WEST – QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE
NOTES: uh. I rambled.}

[ZEPHYR DREW CLAYTON]

FOR the longest of time, Zephyr had been beaten to believe he was worthless. That he was brought into the world because he was a fitted mistake and it was his job to allow his father’s fists to break his skin; beat him down into the nothingness he was always supposed to be. But that had been years ago and now, there was a re-found change to the boy. He wasn’t very different from the quiet sitter in the corner or the average college student who was focused on their study. But everyone was crying out for him because they knew that somehow, even if he didn’t explain it, he was different. He didn’t have to wear clothes that screamed out he was wanting attention. He didn’t have to carry a sign around asking other people to look and see into his world for just a few minutes. Some people did it anyway because Zephyr was the kind of person that drew you in even when you tried your hardest to stay out of it. He was a world wind that swirled so invincibly that the damage it was due to create would go unnoticed because he was that person. That person that other’s could forget for a long period of time and then all of a sudden remember because Zephyr had just popped into their memory.

HE wasn’t forgettable. But he was easily passed by with so many people. That was good though. Zephyr was the type of person that liked to be in the background. He liked to mix with the boring colors in the picture so he wouldn’t get much of attention. Sometimes, and those times were very rare, he’d change color for the shortest of moments to let others see into that strange, wacky and just plain different world he called home. It drove him insane when he was asked so many questions. He was never the guy that like to be on the giving side of the conversation. He’d rather sit there and just let you belt everything out without him even having to say a word. He liked being out of the spotlight, even if he was constantly running to avoid it. He was the little boy that cried for everyone else because he didn’t want the pity of his own history. That was why when you came across someone that knew; that had by chance known the story of one little scar on his pale skin, you just had to ask more. If it were Zephyr’s choice, he wouldn’t have friends. He wouldn’t have the slightest interest in that obnoxious… what? What was Levi in relations to him? He wasn’t his boyfriend, per say. Or was he?

JUST the strain of the thought had him jumping into an ocean of thoughts that were all connected to the topic. He wasn’t about to go off and over think things when Levi was present right there in that very room with him. It had sparked an intriguing idea for the chestnut haired boy thought. How did Levi find him? Was he perhaps following him? Why would he need to do that? If he really wanted contact with Zephyr, he knew the number to call. Zeph really didn’t have it in him to be any to deny Levi when he asked for something. All he wanted to do was give, give, give to the other. Maybe that was because his feelings for him were growing to an intent were Zephyr was ready to just throw himself at Levi and beg for any physical attention he knew the other was dying to give him as well. Swallowing back the pride he had built for himself, the younger boy turned his eyes back down to the fabric working through his fingers. The soft feel of new cotton felt nice against his skin as he shrugged it over his scrawny frame. It’s tight fit was rare; something he didn’t find often. With Zephyr being so small and everything, finding clothing that didn’t drown him was a hard task to pull through.

A scoff worked it’s way through his plush lips to accompany the roll of his soft hazel eyes. “Please, you would of just played it off and acted like you had meant to barge in on them while they were changing.” He soothed the fabric down over his waist, turning his eyes down to scan over his slim frame. He could feel his spine against the shirt, making him want to release a disgusted sound. He didn’t mean to be so small. It was just hard to kill off old habits of never allowing food to make it’s way down his throat. His own personal health wasn’t the biggest interest he found. So what if it was putting him in danger of stumbling back into the deaths clutch. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. He was so used to feeling like he wouldn’t wake up in the morning that he actually laughed about it when someone pretended to actually be worried for his health. He was Zephyr. Life and death were like the same thing for the poor boy. Okay, so that was sad that he could compare his life to nothing, but it was the lesson he’d learned all those years back. Either way, he was still here now so that must mean he was doing something right with his life. He didn’t have to be a hundred percent sound. He just needed to be breathing. That was life.

ZEPHYR couldn’t hide the scarlet that creeped up over his cheeks and turned his face into a fiery mess. He instantly bowed his head some with his teeth attacking the lower ridge of his lip. He hadn’t meant to practically body check Levi and with the other giving Zephyr that typical flirtatious response, he couldn’t help his reaction. His heart was sent off into a flutter of both insecurity and embarrassment from the lust and want building in from his core. He cleared his throat quietly; awkwardly, and went about what he was doing. His eyes hardly lifted when Levi spoke again, still not over the last bit of confrontation they had just gone through. Zeph eased back into himself, trying to convince his heart that it wasn’t healthy to keep rushing in random sprints, but when he was around Levi, that seemed nearly impossible. He released his lip, finally fully looking up at the other. “Yeah, yeah. I know. You’re always right.” He exhaled, sighing over exaggerative with a playful smile etching it’s way onto his lips. A spider-like hand lifted to push the caramel bangs from his hazel eyes, getting pretty annoyed with the soft tickle over his nose.

BRINGING himself a little bit of a victorious smile, Zephyr tugged the shirt back over his head and neatly placed it on the hanger. The jeans he had rushed into came next. Feeling even more out of place than before, he quickly rushed the denim down his skinny legs to put back on the hanger. He scrambled for his clothing, afraid that if he were to take too long, Levi, being well, Levi, would turn around and get a full view of his more than exposed body. He sucked in a breath and quickly grabbed his shirt. He flipped it over his shoulders, tugging it down with nervous hands. Searching for his own jeans, he bit his lip once he found them. “No. We have today off. Teacher day, or something.” Getting them on would require a lot of moving. If he ran into Levi again, he didn’t know what to expect. Zephyr tugged on the jeans, hopping in place to bring them up over his apple bottom to be able to hook them in front and drag the zipper up. Sighing, he tried to relax. That dangerous feeling he had had before charged back all of a sudden, making that cute half smirk trail over his lips. He turned to Levi, running his tongue over his lips before he pounced at him.

WITH his arms hooking around the front of his neck, Zephyr let his skinny legs cling onto Levi’s waist. Bravely, he pressed a small, chaste kiss to the side of his neck. “Gotcha.” A childish giggle fitted it’s way through his lips.

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STATUS , finished.
WORDS , 1,389 words
NOTES , lollol. i love zephyr. again, I RULE WITH SPEEDY REPLIES!