Dec 31, 2015
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“Ya’ don’ got a band-aid do ya’?”
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@desolated-detonator; CLOSED.
“Ya’ don’ got a band-aid do ya’?”
Make Out.
@desolated-detonator:
Without having to be told twice Daryl moved in closer to the red head. Hands coming up to grip the back of his neck so he could tug him into a gentle kiss. Daryl knew they had sex before, but this was different. This time they were both sober and Daryl knew for sure the other male was doing this because he wanted to.
@desolated-detonator:
“That’s lame as shit. I think you can do it.”
"I still ain't doin' it."
“I dare you to jump that with your bike.”
@desolated-detonator;
“M’too old fer that shit.”
@desolated-detonator:
It took just a nanosecond for the blush to rise to his cheeks. Party pressed his palms to the heated skin, a small whimper of ‘oh god’ slipping past his lips. “I’m so sorry.” He managed, pulling the blanket over his face. “Was I drunk?”
Daryl started to sit up a bit as the other seemed to figure out what happened. He rubbed at his face before dropping his hands back into his lap so he could cover himself, “Don’t be sorry, I wanted to do it. I didn’ think ya’ were so drunk ya’ would forget.” He sighs then, “I’ll go.”
"Why are you in my bed?"
@desolated-detonator; The Morning After Sentence Starters.
Daryl rubbed his face and huffed out a tired breath as he was woken by the other males question. He was oo tire for games, “Figure it out.”
All the Way in Battery City...
Tate was hot. Really hot. And all he could see for miles was desert. He didn't know how he got here, what year it was, or why everything seemed so damn foreign. Where was he? He looks at what he's wearing. These are the last things he remembers wearing. A black tight sweater, black denim pants, and black Doc Martens. Again, not quite suitable for the heat. He starts walking, trying to find some sort of life. And he thinks he does as he's walking, hearing a rumbling out in the distance. Maybe they'd stop, or he'd keep walking. @desolated-detonator
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“ Jus’ get the fuck on the bike before t h e y get ya’.”