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Post by DEREK MATTHEW MONT on Jun 12, 2009 0:31:09 GMT -5
- - - - - [/font][/center] In less than a day, Derek Matthew Mont had achieved two things: get Logan Demitris Pribbles to ask him out, both on a date and dating, and have the same guy break up with him. He hadn’t been able to keep the guy for at least a freaking day. What was he? Stupid? Yes, he was very much stupid. It had also been a very stupid way to ruin a relationship barely starting. But, it was just, ugh, Logan had been flirting with a Lucifer and Audrey, what the hell was Derek supposed to do? He had already looked stupid to his friends for liking Logan in the first place, what would they say if he let the guy step on him like that? Okay, fine, Derek had been jealous. As much as he said Logan made him uncomfortable with his sex talks, he also liked them, they meant that he had the guy’s attention. So what did he feel when others were offered the same thing? Exactly, jealousy, and it made him angry. So now, jealous and very stupid Derek was single again, but he didn’t want to be single. He wanted to be with Logan and get daisies and go out on dates and… ugh, everything that came with the guy! It sucked so bad, it really did.
His friends didn’t think the same, which was the reason he currently had his head on the small table at the club, pouting while his friends lifted him every now and then to give him another drink. One of the good things about London was the legal age of drinking, Derek was legal enough to drink there, not like in New York where he would still be waiting a year, or rather drinking illegally. No, his friends weren’t forcing him to drink, he kept on grabbing glasses filled with colorful liquids while people around him kept talking, some of them telling him things were going to be fine. Of course they weren’t going to be fine. Derek was not going to have Logan. That thought alone made him grab glass after glass faster than before. What was the use in being able to think if all he thought of was that Logan hated him now? He was hated, hated by the only guy he wanted. The only chance he was ever going to get had been blown off. To make him feel better, his friends started agreeing on how Logan was an asshole. That did it. Derek stood up, banging his hand against the table and looking at everyone with anger. ”He’s not an asshole!” That was enough signal for his friends to know he needed to go home.
Derek wasn’t that close to them, those people he called friends back at the club, they were classmates he occasionally went out with, talked to, but he didn’t want them inside his apartment. Not to sound mean or anything, but he didn’t trust them enough to have them there while he was drunk. What if he got raped? Thanking them, he walked into the building, not looking back out and instead walking straight into the elevator and miraculously pressing the correct button on the first try. Walking into the apartment, his eyes landed on the letter he had gone to get that afternoon, his test results that clearly said he was clean. Logan’s words still stung, but he knew that the guy had just been hurt, Derek had been honest when he said he was a virgin and he knew Logan had believed him. When angry, people would say hurtful things to others. Taking three seconds to decide what to do, Derek grabbed the letter from the coffee table and wobbled his way out of the apartment, barely reaching the elevator before the doors closed behind him, almost grabbing his foot in the process. Things had to get fixed that same day or else he wasn’t going to be able to ever sleep again. He couldn’t spend a day without Logan, not after he had him for almost a day already, not after finding out that he was liked back. Stumbling out of the elevator, Derek pushed the entrance door open and walked into the empty sidewalk. Hopefully he was going to be able to go the right way to Logan’s trailer or else he was going to end up passed out on a dark alley with a homeless guy sleeping on a cardboard house next to him and a stray dog.
Don’t ask how and don’t ask why but a nice lady had given Derek a ride, not realizing he was a very drunk boy that was probably going to screw things up a whole lot more. Pointing to Logan’s trailer, he got out and smiled at the nice lady that reminded him of his mom. He watched the car leaving, waving at it. Yeah, he was pretty drunk. Sighing, Derek frowned when he remembered that, oh yeah, he was supposed to be apologizing to Logan instead of watching a lady driving away. So maybe he was more than a little scared of seeing Logan again. Maybe it was better for him to leave the guy alone for some time, let him calm down and stuff, but it was now or never. If Derek let even a day pass, he knew that his chances of fixing things up were going to vanish. That could not happen, not after all the days he spent stalking Logan and getting him to realize that Derek was alive. He had worked too hard to just let something as stupid as being jealous ruin things. Getting a determined look on his face, Derek took those few steps and knocked on the door. For a second, he had thought of giving Logan a serenade, because his voice did miracles, but he was drunk and he knew he was probably going to forget the words and end up screwing things up a whole lot more. Besides, he didn’t want Logan to think he was playing. ”Looooogaaaaaan! Pleeeease! It’s me! Derek! Open!” He was already leaning backing away, scared that he was going to get yelled at and Logan was going to clearly tell him in his face that he was not liked anymore. Derek’s eyes grew extremely big. What if it was too late already and Logan had already moved on? With him, there were no second chances, where they? The boy was starting to panic, biting his bottom lip and jumping from one foot to the other.
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Post by LOGAN DEMITRIS PRIBBLES on Jun 12, 2009 23:16:37 GMT -5
 There had been only two serious relationships Logan can ever remember himself having. Commitment relationships, not just sexual relationships. It was his first girlfriend ever, which was in first grade, Catherine was her name. They had dated until third grade when Billy Jessup caught her eye and broke it off with him. That's when he decided that love sucked and he would never do it again. That was until he met Tiffany in his freshman year. They dated for a bit, he lost his virginity to her and then she moved. Another heartbreak for Logan. His first gay relationship was magnatized in his brain because it was fantastic, even though they got caught by Willam's very religous and homophobic dad and had Logan running and screaming with his pants clinging to him. Just how he liked it, dangerous and kinky. It's Logan, that's a good enough excuse. Maybe that's why Logan never really got into relationships that were on the serious side. Too many heart breaks because he was so damn sensitive if you really got to know him. The perverted shit talker did have a heart, a very big one. People die from hearts that are too big all the time, Logan would be one of them one day. After you get used to his perverted attitude and the fact he only thinks with his cock, you find that there is a very sweet man on the inside of his shell that needs some loving too sometimes. Derek was too good for him, he knew this much though. He thought a challenge was just what he needed, but Derek was too complicated. For a few hours, Derek is dating him and then he just becomes "free" out of thin air. Truth be told, Logan had been hurt by Derek right then. It was like the easiest thing for Derek to say. "Oh, I'm single you guys." It might have been text words but it was still words in Logan's world and set of mind. After all, Derek knew how hard and rare it was for him to go into a relationship, here he was in a relationship with Derek where he did intend to be a good boyfriend to his best ability with dates, and flowers, and phone calls but Derek never gave him a chance to prove his worth. It was like he was an unwanted puppy, shipped out of the car into the rain of a cold dark night. Way to go Derek, you puppy abandoner.
Back to the few hours when they were dating, Derek had asked that on their first date that Logan bring daises. Nothing says 'fagot' more than daises. The ironic thing about Derek wanting daisies is the fact that daises symbolize 'innonce' which, Derek clearly is. He got so flustered anytime Logan brought up a sexual comment of any type. It was somewhat funny to watch the little virgin squirm, but in the end, Logan decided to be nice and not make Derek so embarrassed with his lack of knowledge to how sex really works. It was adorable, really. And so damn attractive. The fact that no one had ever deflowered Derek before made him nearly squeal with excitement. Fresh meat never felt better. Back to the innocent daisies. Logan had decided he was going to do as asked and bring out some daisies in a vase for Derek, to prove that he wasn't a thoughtless dumbass; that he could be so much more than that. Then Derek broke up with him, apparently. Logan thought that maybe he could make it up to Derek with a whole bunch of daises. London was filled with random fields, and at this time of the year, they were filled with daises. To keep himself occupied for the most part, Logan had taken a wheel burrow and picked as many daisies possible and wheeled them back to his trailer. After dumping them somewhere in the house, he'd go back and get more. Now, he had a trailer loaded with daises from wall to wall, covering most surfaces except his bed and the couch. None where in the bathroom. He was contemplating a ninth trip to the field though. Derek seemed to like childish things as well, so he thought it would be heart felt if he just scribbled on some paper with crayons apologizing and explaining he was a big fuck up. This was current Logan. Surrounded by a feel of allergies and bugs, a pile of white printing paper on his coffee table and a box of the sixty four different crayons laid out before him had him leaning down, colouring people and words and the outline. No one likes a shitty thoughtful card where it's all white except for some words.
He was content with just sitting there, doodling on the paper and making hearts around Derek's name occasionally. He'd draw stick people to the best of his ability holding hands. He'd of course look like a giraffe but that didn't matter. It was from the heart, which was all that really mattered, right? That's when someone decided to interrupt him by banging on the door. He scowled down at the paper, angry that the sound made him jump and make his straight line go jagged. How dare they. Now he had to start a new paper. That's when he heard the name and his heart lurched. Shit, he was not prepared now was he sexified. Where was his shirt again? He didn't want to seem like a slut for coming to the door in just his boxers. That seemed to be the only thing Derek thought about him anymore, a slut. Getting to his feet, he darted to the door. His trailer smelt like a perfume store or a garden. He frowned but pulled open the door. He popped his head out, praying that the smell of daises wouldn't wander out the door. Swallowing, he quirked an eyebrow. "Derek?" He questioned. Of course it was Derek, he'd announced it to the whole neighborhood a few minutes ago. Pulling the door open more, he slipped out, keeping the door open only a tiny crack. He crossed his arms across his chest, staring down at him. "Are you drunk?" For once, it wasn't him that arrived at someones door, blown to pieces punch drunk. He glanced around, looking for maybe a girl Derek wanted to rub in his face, or a guy. The guy would probably have his teeth punched out by Logan though. "What are you doing here, Derek? You should be home in bed. Don't you have classes in the morning?" He hated how concerned his tone sound. Logan D. Pribbles was concerned about no one but himself. He was, after all, a selfish little prick.
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NOTES || alex made the graphics. i love logan and derek so much :3
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Post by DEREK MATTHEW MONT on Jun 15, 2009 19:02:47 GMT -5
- - - - - [/font][/center] To the people that knew Derek since he was a little boy, it didn’t come as a surprise just how naïve he was when it came to adult topics, like sex. He was, after all, the baby of the family, being born after his twin brother and all of that. Girls had cooties since he was five and still have them, though now he knows they can also have other things that guys can get too. Liking someone, to him, meant holding hands, hugging, and giving small kisses on the cheek, with no other intention than saying ‘I like you’. Still today he thinks that those small gestures mean so much, even if he has done more than just kisses on the cheek and hugging. People he met from high school up until now look at him weird when he admits to being a virgin and never gone more than undoing a guy’s pants. They look at him as if he’s a strange and very poisonous bug that can kill them if they stand too close to him, reason why he doesn’t want everyone to find out. It’s not only because he never got the chance, or the boyfriend, to give his virginity, but also because he just wants it to mean something more than finally getting laid, which is extremely weird when it comes to a guy saying that kind of stuff, but Derek has always been a girl inside, so it’s valid. People can’t seem to understand that, reason why he opts to keep it to himself and avoid talking too much about things relating to sex, but when it comes to Logan, everything is related to sex.
Logan, what had gone wrong? Yes, it had been Derek’s fault for letting others get into the conversation he was trying to have with his then boyfriend, but it was also the fact that said boyfriend just couldn’t understand how jealous Derek really was. Fine, it was the boy’s fault and now he was going to apologize like he was supposed to. End of discussion. Not everyone was happy with that, seeing that the dog next dog had barked at him as soon as he was done knocking and yelling at Logan. What? He just wanted to talk to his ex boyfriend. He glared at the dog, even though the little dog probably couldn’t see him before sighing. What was he supposed to do now? As he waited, the worry increased. What if Logan had someone else on his trailer and didn’t want to talk to Derek or didn’t even hear him because he was too busy with the other person? It was already too late! He had no way to get back to his apartment, he didn’t even recognize anything. Being drunk was not helping his case. He could sleep on the doorsteps. It wasn’t that cold, pneumonia was not a big worry to him, what worried him was to be stepped on in the morning by whoever was with Logan. Now Derek was more than sure someone was inside with Logan, his ex boyfriend.
He stood straighter when he saw Logan’s face, grinning because, yeah, it was him and he was there to apologize. The grin faded when he was caught. Was he drunk? ”No…” He pouted and looked down. Lying already? That wasn’t good. ”Maybe…” Right, Logan was not stupid and Derek was wobbling a bit now. He kept pouting, lifting his hand up, the thumb and index finger almost touching, but not quite. ”Like… this drunk. You can barely see it.” Squinting his eyes, he moved the hand up to his eye and looked through it. Uh oh, he could see it! ”Weeeell… if you squint you can really see it’s a little bit too much, but you shouldn’t squint. It’s bad for your eyes.” Dropping his hand, Derek looked at Logan with the biggest and saddest eyes he could manage while being drunk, which was pretty much the same ones he could do while sober. ”They were purple Logan! What was I supposed to do? Let them be there without drinking them? They tasted like candy and were bright purple.” He rubbed his right eye and sniffed. What? Logan had just scolded him, of course he felt bad. The last thing he had planned was to get scolded when he was planning on apologizing. Life was so unfair to Derek sometimes. Classes… did he? Well, not really. Work… yeah, the ladies at the day care had asked him if he could spend the day helping them and he had agreed. Well, he could get there a tiny little bit late and would make it up by spending all the day entertaining the kids. ”No… no classes. I needed to come… I needed to see you.” He remembered the letter he had on his hands and quickly opened it, taking out his results. ”Look. I went to the doctor and they took out blood and I got tested on everything: AIDS, HIV, gonorrhea, uh… I can’t read the rest, but I’m clean.” He had thought of taking his glasses since Logan seemed to find them sexy, but that thought had left him as soon as he had grabbed the letter. Now he wished he had brought them. ”I’m sorry.”
There were many things for him to be sorry about. Logan had been upset because of him, he had let others talk bad about Logan and didn’t defend him, he had broken up with him without even realizing, and many other things that only made his chest hurt. Sighing, he looked up from the paper to look at Logan, pout still in place. ”Can I come in? Unless… unless I’m late?” No, there was no way he could be late. It had already been weeks, months since he had started stalking Logan and had waited patiently for his chance. He deserved a second chance, everyone deserved a second change. Right, he was a good boy and could get a second chance. He had a second chance and was going to go into Logan’s house, because he was a stalker and could do it. Huffing, because he could and didn’t see what else to do, Derek walked right under Logan’s arm and pushed the door open, walking in, his eyes immediately going wide. Wow, Logan’s carpet looked so real. Kicking, Derek squealed as a bunch of daisies moved. Wait, they were real. His eyes immediately landed on the coffee table, dropping to his knees next to it, he grabbed the very first paper he could get his hands on and saw his name inside a heart and two stick figures holding hands, one bigger than the other. It took a while, Derek just staring at the figures and at his name, before it clicked. He smiled, big and bright, at the paper before looking up at Logan. ”For me?” Logan had taken the time to fill his house with daisies and had been working on his apology while Derek had only gone to get some blood drawn out and hadn’t even thought of decorating the letter? He frowned, looking down at the letter he was still holding and sighing. ”I… I didn’t bring you anything.” He looked back at the paper he was holding, the two figures looking so happy and perfect. Logan’s apology was perfect, while Derek’s was only a letter claiming he was free from STDs and, to make matters worse, he was drunk. Could he get a second chance to apologize correctly? He really hoped he could.
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Post by LOGAN DEMITRIS PRIBBLES on Jun 19, 2009 19:39:44 GMT -5
One of the most embarrassing childhood memories Logan had was one Christmas morning. He had children trampling him over to get down the stairs. Back in the day, Logan had been a chunky little kid. People poked his stomach and got punched in the face because they thought he was the Pillsbury Dough boy. Well, chubby little Logan went on rolling down the large flight of stairs his mother had insisted on for their final family home and they made it across the foyer, through the lounge room, past the parlor and straight into the family room where they had their looming, nine foot tree with the glistening silver and red strings dangling off and different ornaments they had all made from sticks and play dough. Of course there were the classic Santas and sleighs, but that's not the point. After dividing the mountain of presents into their own little islands, the kids would go ripping through the presents. This Christmas, Logan was turning fourteen. Going through his presents, he found one from his older brother and father so he tore it open to find a magazine. It'd be his first prono, naturally. Excited, he started to go through it from behind his presents. Mother called for a group picture so he got up with the rest of his siblings, crowding in closer to the end. People forgot to tell him about his first erection poking through his boxers. Taking the picture, it got printed on cards and sent out to family. At family gatherings, guess who's the butt of all jokes? That's right. Logan Pribbles, the boner boy of the family. Logan has always been looked down upon by his family. Not literally, of course. They have to look up at him, away from his crotch these days but, they look down on him as a person. If you count up how many living relatives Logan has you would come to three grandmas, two grandpas, nine great aunts, six great uncles, twelve aunts, seven uncles, three gay uncles, one lesbian aunt, thirty one different cousins, thirteen second cousins, nine siblings, two nephews, one niece, and counting. That's a lot of laughter from a lot of different people.That's a lot of mockery from a lot of different people. Try imagining a Pribbles Family Reunion. You're overwhelmed with laughter and horny people. You're trampled by kids and have fruit juice going down your pants. The pool is full of mothers, and women, and floating devices. Then you have that one guy that hogs the buffet. Yeah, well, Logan has three of those. Uncle Mark, Uncle Ryan, and Aunt Jason. Aunt Jason is Uncle Ryan's life partner, go figure. You have no breathing space. You're constantly being poked at for jokes, and Logan was always the one to poke at because unlike Aunt Jason, he doesn't start a screaming/crying/mass eating fit. All your flaws are picked out because of Logan's family. You become utterly away of every detail about yourself around them. They're the most judgmental people on Earth. Logan's afraid to bring anyone to this animal gathering because he doesn't want to go home with a carcass, or go home single. His family should have licenses to kill self-esteem, because that's what they do. They're a bunch of self-esteem killers. No wonder Logan drifted across the sea to a different country. Even though two aunts, one uncle, four cousins, and two second cousins live somewhere around here.
All his life, he'd been picked on and mocked. "Logan's so fat." "Logan's too skinny." "Logan has a flat ass and a big nose." That's all he's ever heard is mockery and being picked at like he was a dead deer on a highway. After a while, a guy can only take so much. That's what pushed him over the edge when everyone started ganging up on him because he's a "whore" and knows it. After all the years, the twenty-four long years of being called a failure and labeled as a "disgrace" to the family, he's gotten pretty sick of it. The one person he expected to stand up for him, didn't. Derek just sat there and let Logan take it like he was a baseball hitting a baseball bat over and over again. It all boils up to the point where Logan threw that screaming/crying/mass eating fit, just in the privacy of his home. There's a hole in the wall where he punched it so hard. It's now filled up with daises. He cried himself to sleep then woke up and eat out his refrigerator. Because that's just Logan. Pick on his flaws. He's a big guy that acts like he has no emotions so let's treat him like he doesn't have a heart. It's always the worst part of being a whore, being treated like you aren't a person anymore. Now Logan knows how the blacks and homosexuals feel. People are never satisfied with anything Logan does. Growing up, it was always his younger siblings who got complimented for a good grade in a class. No one showed up for Logan's award in auto shop. No one clapped or questioned what the one lone trophy was in his room. No one came into Logan's room. Even Jonathan, his lone normal brother didn't come into his room. Leon was too afraid of Logan, pussy. His sisters always over looked him, even though he was the one punching out Kaydence's sleazy boyfriend who'd fucked her then dumped her for another piece of hot tail that went to her school. Logan was just as protective of his sisters, older and younger, as his father was. In a way, his was their bouncer to their private club. If you got Logan's approval, you were in good. If you didn't, you got a fist to your face and a knee to your boner. Then a dick in the ass just for good measure that you wouldn't come back. Even if he protected them, they looked over him as the one that always "needed money" or "needed a place to sleep" or "needed a ride." After a while, it all becomes old and the same old same old. For once, Logan was wanting to bring in something new. Something that made them go, "Oh wow, he really has changed. Maybe even for the better."
Maybe that's why when Logan saw Derek's face, he didn't punch his lights right out. The disrespectful little twit that didn't even stand up for, mind you he still was Derek's boyfriend at the time, his boyfriend while he was getting his ribs kicked in left or right. Why he felt some sympathy for Derek, he didn't know. Maybe it was because he knew what kind of guy he was and Derek deserved better. Maybe in one of Derek's siblings eyes he was that sleazy boyfriend that Kaydence had. Seeing Derek made Logan jumpy, frustrated, turn-on, angry, and adored all at once. Mainly because Derek hadn't rejected him like the rest of his so-called "friends" had. It was adorable and he wanted to pinch Derek's perfectly round cheeks and kiss those overly huge lips. Those perfect lips that could probably hold a whole mango. Those beautiful, plush, dusty-rose pink lips. Uh oh, look out Derek. Looks like Logan might be wielding a weapon. Blushing, he cleared his throat, tightening his grip over his chest. It really sucked that Derek was closer to his crotch that he really wanted him right now. This was about apologies and seriousness. Not blowjobs and sex. Which was basically running through Logan's mind now. Derek had this great body that Logan was just dying to see underneath his, pink and sweating. Those jeans complimented his perfectly round ass too much too. Those eyes made him die a little on the inside and start humping the zipper of his jeans. Derek period could make Logan go stupid and jizz over everyone and anyone. There was a small part of him that wanted to rip Derek through the door, toss him onto a bed of daises and take away Derek's innocence just for the irony. Daises meant innocence and it'd simply be ironic to take someone's innocence on a bed of them. Logan would laugh it up in the morning, that my friend is a promise. When Derek was drunk, his lips looked overly wet, only a sliver of brown showing from the huge pupils. Sweat clung to his brows and some of his dark bangs. That dark head of hair he could just see pressed against his abdomen. For some reason, Derek's mouth made him think of a Dyson vacuum cleaner. That's probably what it was. A lean, mean, vacuuming-like sucking machine. He frowned at the goose-bumps that ran up his spine. How dare they. Insult him and his half-hard cock in such a manner. Derek looked like he was going to fall over the railing of his small shitty porch. The porch with the pot of dead flowers and a pinwheel sticking out of the top. As well as a folded up green and red lawn chair that he sat in in the morning for his morning smoke. That's probably while the pot of flowers was dead. They were a fabulous ash tray for Logan.
Derek was funny when he was drunk. More funny than Logan and Logan was a pretty hilarious drunk. Now Logan was going to have to beat Derek for being a more funny drunk. No one's allowed to steal Logan's title. Plus stealing was bad. He smiled at Derek, nodding. "Only that drunk can get you into a whole lot of trouble." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck and silently making the comment, "Trust me, I've been there" under his breath. "Oh, yes. Purple's your favourite colour. They must have seen that in your face and decided to dye their best drinks purple." He smirked. His eyes fell back to the papers in Derek's hands, frowning at them. The comment Logan had made was merely out of anger. Derek wasn't suppose to take it seriously. Then again, it was Derek, why did he expect Derek Mont to take anything seriously? He shook his head, reaching for Derek's wrist but recoiling his hand. Serious Logan wasn't affectionate. Serious Logan was cold, and straight faced, and was kind of hard in his boxers. That's serious Logan. "Derek," He paused. What exactly was he going to say. 'That comment about you crawling with AIDS was an insult, not to be taken seriously?" "That comment about you crawling with AIDS was an insult, not to actually be taken seriously." Simple and to the point. That's how Logan liked things was simple. His brows furrowed at Derek's inquiry. Too late? For what? After tea and briskets with the Queen? Heat rolled all over his skin as Derek disappeared into his flower hut making him frown and stutter. He reached out hesitantly for Derek's shoulder before he kicked the flowers but he was too late. Sighing, he closed the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest. Up and down his hall were flowers. There was a small pathway so he didn't smash them with his big ass feet. Main pathways, like to his bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room. Decorated around the couch were daises, but not directly on it since he slept and had sex there. Lately, there had been a lot less of both. He bit his bottom lip, nodding at Derek and hiding his eyes. They wandered around the room, looking for anything and everything to stare at besides Derek's face. The face with those plush lips and big brown cow eyes. He cleared his throat, wandering over to sit next to Derek. "You weren't suppose to bring me anything." Logan shook his head. "That's the point of surprise. You don't know it's coming when it comes." Like shooting semen into someone's mouth. Like Derek's. He liked his lips. He could take so much advantage of Derek being drunk right now. He could probably make Derek lean over into his lap and suck him off in a second. He frowned at the idea. Derek was a drunken virgin and he was a sober whore. Such a bad mix. Especially when the sober whore was getting entirely too hard for the drunken virgin.
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NOTES || alex has graphics bby dolls. naughty logan and his naughty thoughts. he's a bad influence. OFF WITH HIS HEAD.
TAGGED || derek mont
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Post by DEREK MATTHEW MONT on Jun 22, 2009 23:07:34 GMT -5
- - - - - [/font][/center] Decorated papers like the ones Logan had been busy creating were the type of thing Derek’s life had been filled with. Every little thing the boy had ever done had been put down in paper with crayons and markers. It had started in kinder, art class, the teacher always wanted them to draw something exciting that had happened the day before, or something the kids thought was interesting. Derek had always been the kid that broke a crayon due to his excitement and want to draw something that he just wanted everyone to see, the kid no other kid wanted to lend their crayons to because he couldn’t even take care of his. The little brown haired, big brown eyed hyperactive child didn’t care. He would grab both parts of the crayon and use them at the same time to fill up his dog or sky or whatever he had drawn that day. It had always been that way and, honestly, Derek had never minded. If it had been another kid, he would have willingly shared his crayons, but that was only because he didn’t care how broken or used his things ended up getting, it was just something he never thought of. Not getting other kids to share their stuff with him didn’t mean Derek was not liked. On the contrary, every time the teacher chose someone to share the story behind their drawing with the rest of the class, everyone wanted the smallest kid with bright red sneakers to talk, because his stories were filled with sound effects and crazy body movements that had everyone laughing, even the teacher that was always telling Derek to tell the story exactly like it had been, even though there was no need for it since the boy never lied and everything he said during story telling was part of his memory. Even now, the boy sometimes drew things. True, they weren’t the best pieces of art anyone would ever see, they honestly looked like drawings a five year old boy did when he was three, but Derek did them without caring just how ugly they looked. Now that a good drawing was needed and would have been the perfect way to apologize, Derek hadn’t thought about it. The boy had been so worried about everything turning out just right, that everything turned out wrong. There had been no need to go and get tested. Of course not, Logan had just said it because he was angry. He honestly didn’t believe that Derek was a human STD, just waiting to infect whoever came near him, like his classmates back in high school. Logan was not like them, he was far better and knew perfectly well that Derek was not a new type of chronic disease, which made the test results seem very stupid now and a very bad drawing of them together sound so much better. But he had tried so hard to be someone Logan could forgive, someone that wasn’t as stupid as he really was, that he forgot that the real Derek was the one Logan liked so much, the adorable and innocent Derek that was slightly uncomfortable whenever the older guy talked about sex. How could he have been so stupid to think that pretending to be a little bit less childish was going to help his case? No wonder Logan was so upset.
Now, there they were, sitting in front of the coffee table. Derek had Logan’s drawing still on his hand, the envelope with his test results long forgotten, lying on the coffee table. It was, honestly, the most amazing thing anyone had ever done for him. As far as he could remember, he could bet that no one he had met before would have filled a house with daisies or sit down to make him apology letters with drawings and their names, going the extra mile by coloring the white paper. It was, truly, wonderful. Not shocking, not at all. On his very bright and happy mind, Derek knew that Logan would someday do something as amazing as drawing them together, it was just something he knew had to happen some day. No, he hadn’t hoped it would happen and wished upon star after star for it to come true, he knew it was going to happen and it did, but there was no way he was going to say ‘I knew it!’ out loud because Logan would think he was crazy, well, crazier than he already knew he was. That wasn’t going to be good, especially now that he was drunk. He was going to grab all the apology drawings and was going to put them on his bedroom wall, and make a big poster out of all of them next to each other. All of his day was going to be spent taping and sticking paper after paper on his bedroom wall, the one behind his bed. Yeah, he was going to do that so he would wake up every day and the first thing his eyes would land on would be on what Logan had done and remember that, yes, he had made a good choice in following that American tour guide around London streets countless of times knowing that it was completely creepy and police could arrest him if they found out. The daisies, well, he really couldn’t keep all of them, maybe a few dozens, put them in books to get pressed and dry to later open the books and look at the few of the many dozens of daisies Logan had gotten for him that had filled up the older guy’s trailer. It just meant so much and he knew he was being all girly but he honestly didn’t care. This was all for him and, even though his brain was not functioning one hundred percent, he knew that this meant that Logan cared for him, enough to do something that had a special meaning for them. No one would have any idea just why Logan had bought daisies for Derek instead of roses or any other type of flower and no one knew just why coloring out a blank sheet of paper like a little kid made a grin appear on the boy’s face. This was all theirs, something special they shared and that no one else knew about.
It was all great, but something still didn’t feel right. Derek still felt bad for not taking something for Logan. True, he had just been told that he wasn’t supposed to bring anything but, hey, he had planned on apologizing. People that apologize take some sort of gift for whoever they want to apologize too. Everybody knew that, Logan was just trying to make Derek feel better. Putting the paper down, he sighed and looked at the older guy. ”I should have brought you something so you’d be surprised.” No, going to Logan’s house in the middle of the night to apologize wasn’t enough of a surprise in his eyes, especially since he was drunk and had taken an insult seriously. There just had to be something he could give Logan. His eyes went to the crayons but quickly frowned. He was drunk and if he tried drawing something, well, it wasn’t going to even look as if a three year old had drawn it and Logan was obviously not going to like it at all. Besides, the crayons looked new and the last thing he wanted was to break one of Logan’s new crayons and have to apologize for that too. A small bead of sweat ran down his cheek, which he quickly wiped off, huffing. ”Gosh, why is it so hot in here?” He looked around, squinting, in search of anything that told him he was right. Was it really that hot or was he just that drunk? Probably the second one, it was always the second one. Groaning, Derek got up and took off his shoes, being careful not to kick them into something that could either break or make a very loud noise. Once his feet were free from shoes and socks, and his shoes were nowhere near him or even the coffee table, he slipped his shirt off, struggling a bit and ending sitting down on the couch, the shirt on his lap and his hair a mess. ”Much better.” He grinned and looked at Logan, his mind going back to his problem. What could he give the guy? Seriously, Derek didn’t want to just leave and not give something to Logan to get his forgiveness. ”I can surprise you.” The words left his mouth before his mind could even register that it was him who had said that. It took his by surprise, but he knew that what he was going to do was pretty much something that would surprise Logan, mainly because it was something people thought Derek wasn’t capable of, even though he had been thinking of doing it ever since he met Logan during the tour he had taken.
His heart suddenly started beating faster. It wasn’t possible to hear it, but it could be easy to see it without the protective barrier Derek’s shirts usually played. He kept looking at Logan, not moving, only thinking and blinking from time to time, planning out how he was going to do it. Grinning, Derek got up, moving slowly. Not because he was hesitant, but because the last thing he wanted was to kick or hit Logan and completely destroy the mood he had created. Oh, shut up, he had totally created a mood. He was the best mood creator ever. Suspense was a mood and he had created it. As carefully as he could, Derek straddled Logan, smiling at the guy. Yes, ever since the guy had started talking on that guiding tour, all the boy had wanted had been to sway his way to the front of the bus and sit down on Logan’s lap, the thought leading him to think just what the older male would want to do to him, which earned him a very embarrassing situation he hadn’t been on ever since the last high school party he had attended where he had ended up making out with a guy for half an hour without it going any further and leaving them both hard and frustrated. Sadly, Derek had to run out of the bus at the end of the tour to avoid anyone seeing his problem and getting embarrassed in front of Logan. Now, well, now his dream had just come true. He was there, straddling the guy he constantly dreamt of and feeling what effect he had on him. On other occasions, Derek would have already slapped Logan’s arm and told him something about how he wasn’t the least classy, but he was drunk and he honestly couldn’t be bothered with being as prude as he usually tried to be. Smiling, he rested his head on Logan’s shoulder, his hands feeling the hot body under him. ”We should try the whole dating thing again. I promise I won’t fuck things up this time.” The one that had broken up had been him, so it was more than obvious it was his responsibility to glue them together again. He wiggled his hips, knowing perfectly well he wasn’t supposed to do that, especially feeling just how hard Logan was, but he honestly didn’t care that much. Besides, he was drunk, that was a good enough excuse. ”So… yes? I’ll pay for dinner and the movie. I’ll bring you flowers and chocolates and anything else you want.” He buried his face on the crook of Logan’s neck, making small whimpering noises as he rubbed his nose against the soft skin. So, maybe it wasn’t as awesome as filling up the trailer with daisies and drawing apology pictures, but it was something Logan could think about, and really think about because, if Derek was that way while being drunk, how could he be sober, turned on, and Logan’s boyfriend?
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Post by LOGAN DEMITRIS PRIBBLES on Jul 1, 2009 3:36:34 GMT -5
There's only so much Logan's mind can take. There's only so much abuse his body can handle before eventually, King Kong is going to rip out and someone's going to be thrown over his shoulder with the wind blowing their dress up and their panties hanging out for the media to record. Unless it was some poor unfortunate girl he picks up that just happens to be going commando. In which case, it'll make a great monkey porno. He'd dress up in a suit and make the best sound effects for it and everything. If Logan did anything with his life, he'd either be a pornstar or a porn director. Then again, he'd get sued too many times for sexual harassment. The judges here were already get familiarized with his face and sending him to volunteer duty or therapy because of this apparent "addiction" he had or something. What did they know? They hardly knew Logan. It wasn't an addiction. He was just naturally good at sex, and charming his way into people's pants. It's Logan, that's a good enough excuse to be a slut. The fact was, Derek was abusing his small tolerance level for what he could and couldn't handle. He was almost tempted to spring forward, grab Derek's shirt and shove it back over his head, scolding him and telling him that prostitution is not the way. Derek had no idea what he was getting himself into. Logan was bad news, with a capital 'B'. You could ask anyone, even people Logan's never seen before and they'd all agree. Logan D. Pribbles was the worst kind of trouble to get yourself into. Now, Derek was just asking for it. Did Derek not read the signs to not provoke the animals? Logan was a beast. He'd flip Derek onto his back and go at it like a wild animal would, completely destroy all innocence Derek could even think about claiming. It'd happen so fast, it might even send Derek into traumatic shock. Years worth of therapy and an assload of trees would be cut down to be made into wanted posters for his arrest. Raping a young boy. Don't provoke the lion, Derek. He was basically waving a fine piece of meat at him, hanging it over the edge and that fine piece of meat was Derek's fine little ass. He'd get it one way or another, like that song back from the eighties. One way or another, I'm going to find you. I'm going to get you, get you, get you. I hope that song is stuck in your head for a while now. That's what Logan was singing in his head, that's all he could think about as he stared at Derek. Derek and his perfect little body. His pale skin almost glittered in the light. Edward Cullen? He shook the thought from his head. His mind basically spinning in wild directions. He was teasing Logan completely, cocktease.
Derek was sending him into a drugged-like state. Dizzy, light headed with a pinch of horny. More than a pinch, more like a whole fucking cup. Hesitantly, his fingers slithered down Derek's side, eyes closed and head rolling back against the couch to give Derek more room if he wanted to abuse him more. His eyebrow shot up, shifting his hips against Derek's slightly and swallowing. Just wave that piece of meat at him, he'll sink his claws into it one way or another. He cleared his throat, nails digging into Derek's skin slightly. His hot palms glided down the cool skin, stuttering slightly. "Mmm. I don't mind. I think I'd like to claim you as my boyfriend. No one else can nail that fine piece of ass but me." He grunted out, dragging his mouth along Derek's shoulder. When you're messing with someone who's very sexual, you're going to make them want to get sexual. Derek was a drunken virgin and Logan was a sober whore. This did not mix well in his book. Most of those nights ended up with crying, sobbing, throwing, and screaming. In the morning, if something happened, Derek would wake up with a torn up ass and a heart full of regret. Since, Logan was just an asshole for some reason he decide to like and stalk down the streets of London and drool over while they rode a double decker bus. He licked his lips, his tongue swiping across the skin. He shook his head, his hands sliding up to Derek's shoulder blades and holding onto them slightly. "No. I want to take you out on a date. That's how it works. Take it or leave it." The term made his dick bounce. Take Derek's innocence now, while he had the chance, or leave it until he was given the chance. Damn his little cricket in his head. For right now, a shoe threatened to silence that little bug, just hovering nicely over it. Logan knew the difference between right and wrong. What he felt between himself and Derek was obviously right. There was no doubt about it. The sexual tension basically made him drool on himself ever so slightly. That was the best part of a relationship was the sexual desire. If it was strong, it was good. Between Derek and himself, it was obviously very strong otherwise Logan wouldn't have the desire to throw down Derek and take him right then and there. But that would be wrong, which Logan knew and he hated it. It was wrong to take advantage of Derek while he was in this state of mind.
He dragged his nose up the side of Derek's throat, admiring the scent pulsating off his skin. He was basically sweating out the drinks he had, which were probably all dosed up in roofies just to test him. He lips trailed along his jaw, tongue delicately swiping the cool skin before he found Derek's lips. If he couldn't have the whole fountain, he'd just take a sip of the water. Those plush lips had been so taunting to him anyway, he just wanted a bite. He pressed his mouth against Derek's lightly, pressing against that amazing bottom lip. His tongue pressed lazily against it, sucking it into his mouth some before swiping across Derek's canine tooth, begging for him to open up just for a little deeper swallow. He frowned at himself, feeling the need to take the meat now. He pulled back, eyes close, brows knitted together before he sighed. "You need to crash. You smell like strong liquor." He paused. "You smell kind of like me, actually." He shifted Derek out of his lap before basically picking him up King Kong style over his shoulder. For being so tall and slender, you'd think he wouldn't pack a single muscle but somehow, he managed to get Derek over his shoulder. Stumbling down the hallway, trying hard not to use his clown feet to crash against any of the precious daisies. Derek would probably be sent into a sobbing state if Logan stepped on any of the flowers. Carefully, he laid Derek back on his bed, moving to pull of Derek's shoes. "I hope you don't mind the cold. I like my room to be pretty cool when I sleep." He said quietly, setting the shoes to the side before moving to the free side of the bed, crawling in and pulling the blankets back.
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Post by DEREK MATTHEW MONT on Jul 2, 2009 1:57:22 GMT -5
- - - - - [/font][/center] The touching was seriously making Derek go crazy. All he wanted to do was to lie down on the couch and beg Logan to take him and do whatever his mind wanted with him. But of course, Derek had class, fine, he was too drunk to think straight. It was his blurry mind that was not giving him all of the words, just the ones his drunk and horny self wanted to get. It had been a year and a half since he had even slightly make out with a guy. Derek had practically been a monk. Sure, a monk that drank and smoked but, still, a monk on the sense that there had been no physical contact with anyone. He had a limit of course, pants always on, but, even with that limit, he didn’t end up sexually frustrated or wanting more. Not like he was at the moment, or had been since he met Logan. Yeah, Derek was totally blaming the guy for his sexual frustration. They were not making out, like, ever, so the boy didn’t even have that. On the contrary, he had the curiosity of wanting to know why they hadn’t even made out already, or even a tiny little kiss. He was still a teenager, his hormones were flying all around the place and he hadn’t done anything to deal with them. All of his want and need was slowly building up into a big mountain of ‘NOW’ and, trust me, that big mountain was someday going to turn into a volcano and, well, let’s just say it was not going to be pretty at all. Drunk and sober Derek wanted it, what exactly was ‘it’? Who cared! He just wanted something to happen already, something that would make him know that he was getting somewhere.
Being born to an older couple had its advantages and disadvantages. His parents weren’t the hippie ones that were trying to be ‘cool’ enough for their children to call them their best friends. They were the type that liked classical music and showed their children proper manners on how to treat a lady and people in general. So, at Logan’s comment, Derek’s mother would have disapproved it and prohibited her youngest son of ever seeing that young man with the filthy mouth. Even Derek would have slapped his arm and told him to not say things like that, but, at the moment the boy was kind of not caring. Fine, he was not paying attention. He was too busy enjoying the feeling of Logan’s hands and how good the guy smelled. Seriously, he did smell so good, like, Derek couldn’t put his finger on what exactly Logan smelled like, but it was something good. All he wanted was to bite the guy’s neck and find out if it tasted as good as it smelled. What? That’s what he wanted to do! His brain was still soaked with alcohol, so it was fair for him to think such a stupid thing. Something did register on his brain, the fact that Logan had accepted to try the whole dating again. So it was back to total happiness in Aiden’s part. Plus, Logan was going to take him out on a date and be the guy of the relationship. Derek didn’t care, he did look a little bit like a girl with no boobs. He did have something girls didn’t, but would be getting way too out of topic. The topic was that Derek was not single anymore and that he finally caught Logan like he had vowed to do.
Finally was the only word that was clear in his mind the moment he felt Logan’s lips on him. This was finally it. Finally, Derek was going to get what he wanted the most: Logan. He shivered at the feeling of the guy’s tongue on his skin, making appreciative noises. This is what he wanted and he was going to get it. He didn’t think much about it when Logan pressed his lips against his. How long had Derek waited for this to happen? it had been a torture for him, but it was finally coming true. Being drunk most of the times friends caught him making out with a guy meant he was good at doing it, but this time, well, his brain had suddenly turned into a pile of goo. Logan was kissing him and that made all of his neurons suddenly melt. He whimpered as he opened up his mouth willingly for him, knowing perfectly well he would do whatever Logan asked him at the moment. But the moment was gone. He opened his eyes as the guy stared talking. What? Nonono, they were not stopping, they were going all the way dammit! ”I do?” No! He wasn’t supposed to talk back, he was supposed to demand more kisses. What the? Since when smelling like Logan was not a compliment. He smiled lazily, resting his head on his shoulder. ”Is that a bad thing?” Apparently, it was since he was now next to Logan instead of over him. He frowned for a moment before he was manhandled. Wait, what? He whined, not really moving, only making unappreciative noises because he didn’t want to end up on the floor face first. ”We were making out Logan! Let’s go back to that. I was enjoying it!” This was seriously so unfair. Derek pouted, but not for long, seeing the daisies on the floor made him grin like a total idiot as Logan took him who knew where. As long as it wasn’t outside into the dark night without a boyfriend, then Logan could take him wherever he wanted. Except, well, Derek kind of wanted to go back to the living room and make out a bit more. What? He was a horny boy with needs and too much alcohol in his system.
Seeing the bed made him grin even wider. They were going to have sex now! He let Logan lay him down, planning on attacking the guy as soon as he got in bed with him. Except… well… they weren’t going to do it. Frowning, Derek let the words register in his mind. The room was cold? ”So we’re not doing… it?” What? Derek was still innocent and fucking adorable, he couldn’t say the word ‘sex’ out loud, let alone ‘fuck’, which was the word he was thinking of. He looked at the ceiling for a long moment, his look slowly becoming a glare. What the hell? He was so ready to be Logan’s. ”It’s because I smell, right? That’s it. I can take a shower.” He sat up, waiting for the dizziness to disappear before he got up, wobbling a bit. Hey, he could do it. Derek had taken a shower tons of times before while being drunk. This was a piece of cake to him. ”I’m taking a shower and I’m going to smell fucking clean. Then I’ll come back here and give you a blowjob.” What? He was the boy with the amazing plans. If he could get Logan to date him, he could definitely give him a blowjob even if… ”I’ve never given one before but I saw as a guy was about to get one. Plus, a friend of mine gave me the basics. It’s all in the tongue and no biting.” He undid his belt and slid it off his pants, dropping it as he undid his pants. ”Definitely no biting because that’s not cool. Where’s the bathroom?” He walked out of the bedroom with his pants undone, scratching his head and looking around confused.
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