Nov 20, 2015
#kobs #rider @thrasher_cesar fluyendo en el patio de su casa #Gotodestroy #addictedtorisk #instavideo
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#kobs #rider @thrasher_cesar fluyendo en el patio de su casa #Gotodestroy #addictedtorisk #instavideo
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Niki limped into the flat his eyes were black and his lip was bleeding. His brown curls were even more wild than normal. His breathing was hard as he looked at James through some what narrowed eyes. He was rather annoyed and he looked upset. He slumped into a seat wincing. "This is your fault Hunt!" Niki growled. His brown eyes were focused on James. He took out a bloody handkerchief from his pocket and then dabbed at the bloody lip. He then dapped at his nose too wincing and cussing. His skin was starting to bruise. "Some Dummkopf was looking for you" Niki began dabbing at the wound again. He was not really happy now. He stopped dabbing and then shivered slightly. "He wanted to see you. The blonde you fucked this morning, it was her husband. She said it was me" Niki growled and then tried to breath calmly. He closed his eyes pain running down his spine and head. He licked the blood from his lip. He sighed softly. His pale cheeks were red. "I didn't correct him. You owe me a drink" Niki said as he settled in a more comfortable position. He then heard the budgies chirping. "Fuck off!" He hissed at the birds viciously. He didn't want to be kind. He was still very tense around James. He loved the stupid idiot but he didn't want to say it. He had tried once and it had made him snappy for weeks. "Do we have some yoghurt? I need some" Niki mumbled. Yoghurt made Niki feel so much better. It was the sweet treat that kept him clam. He kept some with him on the track. If he didn't have any he would explode at his mechanics. He burst out violently in German as he knocked his ribs. "I cannot drive with broken ribs" Niki said fear in his voice. He passed a sour look to James. He had defend a man who mindlessly fucked women over him. He was in love and he'd do anything for the man.
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"I can't do this James" Niki told him. His eyes were fixed on the floor. "they would hate me" Niki said with a sigh. He was pretty sure his grandfather would slaughter him. He was a very strict man. "I will not be welcomed no matter what Mutter says" He said his tone grumpy. He sighed softly. "Come with me?" he asked.
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Niki growled in frustration as he herd the giggles and other sounds coming from the bedroom. He was stuck on the most uncomfortable sofa while James had sex with some bimbo down the street. It made him insane with jealously. He wanted to be in there with James. To be the one who would make him happy. Obviously this was not going to happen. He was stuck here on a lumpy sofa doing nothing. His breathing was uneasy and he closed his eyes trying to nod off and get some sleep. Niki was about to nod off when the damn budgies chirped their usual happy song. Niki punched the pillow and growled. "Fucking birds!" Niki yelled. He got to his feet. He threw a blanket over the cage to shut the things up. His brown eyes were narrowed.
He got to the bedroom door and then hammered on the door. He was breathing heavily. The woman soon came out and grinned at Niki. He scowled at the woman as she sauntered out. Niki walked in and then looked at James. He was furious. He was glaring and he was trying not to explode. He really was gong to kill the bastard. "Why I agreed to love with you I will never know" Niki began. He was not going to tone down now. He was going to go for it. His brown eyes were blazing. He let his thoughts simmer for a moment. "You fuck girls with no respect for them! For how it makes others feel!" Niki growled. His chest was heavy. He felt unhappy and his eyes were stinging with teas he had to blink back. he also set his hands into fists. "Your birds are stupid!" Niki began.
He looked at Hunt. "You are a fucking asshole!" Niki growled. He then grabbed Hunt roughly and then glared at him his face inches apart from Jams. "This has to stop James. This is my flat too I am sick of seeing you do this night after night!" Niki hissed. He looked at James his brown eyes dropping to James mouth. He had lived with James for months and had fallen head over heel for him. His expression was fierce as he looked at James. "Es bricht mir das Herz, du verdammte dumme Arschloch. Ich liebe dich und du es nicht sehen oder egal." Niki said. He had put up with this for months. For two months he had watched and had griped and now James was doing it still. He closed his eyes and then moved away from James. He was breathing heavily and he leaned on the wall. He looked t James.
His expression was hard. "I will move out, if you do not clean up your act" Niki said. He would go back to Austria for a while and then try for F1 later. He closed his eyes once more and then looked at James. "Although you a such a child you need someone to make sure you don't die a pool of your own vomit." Niki said with a mirthless smile. He headed towards the door to leave the room. He could not take it anymore. He needed space. He was going to find a hotel and crash there for the night.
Loose Cannon || James and Victoria
Even in the future, people still needed to be entertained. Racing cars was one of the top methods of such entertainment. The cars were faster now and more high tech. The game more dangerous than it ever had been. Which of course, only increased the excitement and love that the spectators had for it. Humans were still the drivers. That is what people wanted to see.
However, drivers were now paired with synthetics. This made maintenance easier and faster to fix, as they could just scan and take care of the problem. It was also for the driver's safety. Higher risks meant bigger crashes. A synthetic had a higher chance of getting out of the car and pulling the human out and to safety.
Victoria was one of those synthetics. Most had been replaced my the MX models, leaving her as one of the very few DRNs. The driver she had been paired with retired a few weeks ago after a nearly fatal crash. She'd been told today that a new driver was coming in. James Hunt. So she worked on the car, waiting for him to come in.
“Niki? In here?” James raised his brows in mock surprise then glanced about. “Tell me if you find him, I’m curious as to what brings him here this time. He’s so often hanging about, guess your Italians are not any fun!” He chuckled, eyeing the other who he had seen only briefly as supposedly Enzo had recently brought in another driver (which he found extremely odd and was surprised by) but never actually spoke to until now. “Now there’s you, soon we’ll have the entirety of Ferrari in with McLaren, wonder if that could be considered mutiny.”
❝ Think whatever you wish to think, though mutiny might just be too strong a word. ❞ Though the words come out confident, the young adult shifts under the older man's gaze. He knows he is new, and while that should be the only factor in which people wish to notice him; the fact that he has won races against Niki himself makes him all the more interesting.. Or at least this is what he is told. His confidence within himself only rises each day; although he knows it will not be so arrogant as the man before him. He simply ends with a roll of his shoulders in a shrug.
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I only just followed you and all but if you ever have an urge for idle conversation, I'm quite open, it really can help shoo those nasty feelings away :/
[Thank you, dear.<3 It really means a lot. I've just been really low and shit lately.]
In Another Life.. || addictedtorisk
Bolting up in bed, his breathing heavy as Tom clutched his head. It was just a dream.. Just a dream.. It wasn't real. He ran his fingers through his short black curls and wiped the line of sweat that had formed on his brow. But it had been so real-- IT WAS JUST A DREAM! His mind fought as he got out of bed, feet padding lightly on the carpet as he walked into his joined bathroom; looking at his tired face in the mirror.
A rainbow bridge, bursts of green magic and the golden god. The man who always stood in his dreams, glowing like the sun and his warm arms keeping him safe. But then he was falling, falling out of that protective hold and it always felt like he was dying; over and over again, air being pushed out of his lungs until he woke up shaking. Tom looked at the clock that read 4:43 and debated whether or not to guzzle down some sleeping pills and go back to sleep but decided against it.
There was a party to go to tonight; one he promised he wouldn't miss.
The dawn wasn't quite apon him so he decided to go out for a run before breakfast, feeling his muscles tense against the morning cold as he ran a good ten blocks before turning back around. The hard pounding of his feet on the ground always shut up his head from his over thinking.
Thor! Please I beg you! Don't you dare take him from me!
"Shut up!" Tom smacked the side of his head as he was back in the elevator of his building; heading up to his penthouse suite. This was only getting worse and the medications his psychiatrist had prescribed didn't do jackshit! Once he was back in his apartment he went to the kitchen, poured himself some water and chugged it all in one go before pouring another glass and taking two pills with that one.
He spent the rest of the day lounging around the house; washing the dishes from last night, going through old pictures and pieces of scrap paper with various drawings or notes written on them. Most all consisting of a hammer and a serpent but when 5 o'clock rolled around he jumped in the shower and dressed in a sharp suit with a green scarf around his neck as well as a black tie. Slicking his hair back and adding a spray of cologne before exiting his home and driving out from the underground parking lot of his building to the private party that no one had stopped talking about for weeks.
It was here he could hopefully make a good impression with famous directors and producers for his next up and coming role but that was not in store for him tonight. What was in store was the gentleman who caught his eye at the bar.
Tall, lean and packed with muscles and hair as gold as the sun. Tom swallowed the lump in his throat as his mouth went suddenly dry. This was him, the man from his dreams. They had never met before but he found the other intriguing, like something was pulling him closer that he wanted to slap away. He was the shy away type, these parties were a huge drag for him and socializing was not his thing and this man was surrounded by people so how could he even think of wanting to talk to the other.
So he would just stay in the shadows, his normal spot.
