Things were going alright. So far, Reza hadn’t run into any old, unhappy customers and he wasn’t completely starving so walking into The Watering Hole didn’t feel like entering a buffet. Everything just smelled really, really delicious. Nevertheless, Reza needed to adapt to this. Yes, staying in his “apartment” forever was a possibility but not a very good one, as safe and comfortable as it felt.
So, tonight was kind of a big step.
Picking a corner seat, Reza kept his eyes steered away from the bar, even though a beer in his hand would make him fit in much nicer. Or like a nice rum and coke... Clenching his jaw, Reza pressed further into his seat, focusing on the people around him instead. Trying to hone his senses on something other than the intoxicating smell of fresh, flowing blood.
This was good, he was doing good. Sort of. Hunching in the corner wasn’t exactly progress but... baby steps. After much deliberation, he finally gathered the courage to wave over a waitress, ordering himself just a coke if only to give his hands something to fiddle with. He’d heard rumours about this place serving extra rare steaks but putting something like that in his mouth while surrounded by this many people for the first time in a while... Yeah, he wasn’t ready for that. Even though sinking his teeth into something juicy was... stop it!
His hand was clenched around the glass, hard enough to make it creak under the pressure, when he noticed the ominous shape of someone standing at his table. Alright, things were not going good anymore, it seemed.
Bracing himself for bolting away from the table, feeling certain that this stranger that had approached was most definitely not a friend, Reza slowly let his eyes trail up to the face shrouded in The Watering Hole’s shadows. A steady pulse assured him that this wasn’t a fellow vampire, right before the realization that Reza knew this guy hit him. But he didn’t know him through the late-eretich but rather from... high school? Yeah, he definitely knew his face, mostly because he’d spent some time sneaking glances at it whenever he’d gotten the chance.
What the shit was he doing here now?
“Can I... help you?” His eyebrows creased as he tried to come up with a name for this guy. A... Alex? No, that didn’t sound right. Was this guy just here for small talk or was Reza’s evening about to get completely and utterly ruined... He’d find out soon enough.
Nick had expected things to calm down for him after his presentation was over, but this weekend had just been crazy so far. He was still waiting nervously for his presentation grade, and his conversation with Wyatt the day before had gone off the rails, but at least he’d had a nice date with Jeff. He’d planned to not do much of anything Sunday afternoon, but the prospect of spending some time with AJ made him smile. Once he’d gotten permission to come over, he’d quickly checked over his appearance in the bathroom mirror and headed across campus to the Dom dorms, kneeling in front of AJ’s room and knocking confidently twice on his door. @wildexxaj
People are Friends not Food || Reza,Blanche & AJ (ft. Jeremy)
POLTERGEIST PRANK (GONE WRONG) (NOT CLICKBAIT)
Blanche was doing her best not to look guilty. Luring around the school was asking for trouble, and she knew that. Maybe she was just asking for trouble. The plan was simple, just scare the hell out of Jeremy Briggs. Then maybe he would leave her and others in peace for the rest of the school year… Or at least until Christmas Break. Blanche didn’t exactly know how they were going to go about this, other than that Jeremy’s coach had made him run extra laps for the incident with the pills in his locker. She had taken to sketchily crutching through the hallways. She stopped, leaning against the wall tiredly. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she was just asking for Jeremy to punch her face into oblivion, and then she really would look like AJ. Blanche fidgeted with her crutches, trying to dig her phone out of her bag. Maybe if she played with her phone while waiting for Reza, she could look considerably less guilty.
For whatever reason, this school ran on the policy that extra laps at practice was an equal punishment to the detention or suspension that the Principal had threatened AJ with. Practice would have conflicted with the detention times after school, so once it was agreed upon with the coach that he would be “severely reprimanded” or whatever bullshit they could come up with in the moment in front of the school board, it was fair that he had to run an extra mile every day while AJ was forced to sit in detention for the next month. So AJ found himself staying an extra hour after school for getting the shit beat out of him while the rest of those assholes once again got off with a slap on the wrist. The place was completely empty minus the teacher and one other student who had already been caught lighting up on school grounds because detention usually wasn’t given in the first week of school, let alone the very first day. AJ was just special apparently. He passed by the field leaving the school and rolled his eyes at Jeremy running those empty laps by himself after practice was over. Poor guy. Then he spotted Blanche by herself staring at the field. AJ groaned a sigh, knowing that this couldn’t be a good sign. “You look like you’re doing something stupid. Again.” Should AJ even be surprised?
Being back at the high school was beyond weird and honestly, Reza had no idea why he'd suggested this to Blanche in the first place. Boredom? Some weird sense that justice needed to prevail? Little bit of both sounded about right but that still didn't make this a good idea. Reza now knew that he had even less control of his... urges than he'd thought so why the hell was he out here? Whatever, he just needed to get this over with and make sure not to fuck up Blanche's life, even though there seemed to be little to fuck up. 'Meet me inside by the entrance?' he texted Blanche, feeling like a stupid sixteen year old for even suggesting this plan in the first place.
Blanche jumped spectacularly at the sound of AJ's voice, almost dropping her phone and toppling over all at once. But she doesn't. She straightened, trying to seem as innocent as possible as she looked at him. "AJ!" She said, "Me? Do something stupid? When have I ever done anything at all stupid? I mean, besides helping with an exorcism of a thing that was hunting me or drinking when I had a portal to actual real hell in my house?" Her usual snarky bite that accompanied her comments wasn't there, probably because she was nervous. Her phone vibrated, and she saw Reza's message, before carefully slinging her bag over her shoulder. "You know-" she cast a nervous glance to Jeremy running laps. She felt a pang of anger. "I was just going... not that way, but this way!! I'm, uh, meeting a friend!!" Why did she always have to panic? And it was practically impossible for her to lie, so she just turned and started off as fast as she could in the opposite direction. She paused. "A friend that isn't dead." Well, actually, he was. "I mean a ghost. Because, you know, I see those."
Since AJ didn’t have the time of day to actually recount all of the stupid shit that Blanche had done just since the two were paired in that Biology class at the end of last year, he just let the topic slide entirely. “You’re meeting a living friend?” AJ asked incredulously. Blanche had only ever mentioned being hated by everyone that the two knew. It was basically the only thing that they both actually had in common. And since she had no good explanation as to why she was here late and watching the field like a creepy stalker (it took one to know one), AJ crossed his arms and followed after her. “I’m tagging along. You’re enough of a pain in the ass on crutches I don’t want to hear you whining in a wheelchair either when you do something stupid and end up getting your other leg broken.”
Twiddling his fingers as he waited, Reza tried his hardest not to recount all the shitty things that had taken place inside this hallway, even though those exact things were the reason he was even here at all. Helping someone he barely knew get revenge on another person he also barely knew. The whole situation was all very sensible. Hearing the heavy doors open and Blanche's familiar footsteps approaching, Reza stepped out of the shadows -- nothing strange about lurking there at all-- a few seconds too early for his ears to detect that something was up. Two pairs of footsteps, two separate heartbeats. Blanche and... AJ. Right. Shit. "...Hey."
Blanche rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the fact that Reza was technically dead. "I Know, shocker am I right?" She felt a pang of nervousness as AJ followed her, and she pressed her lips together. "Why? Do you think my friend is secretly going to try and steal my kidney? And then once he steals my kidney he'll be like 'fuck it, lets break her other leg. Why not?' But, you know, I technically only need one of them to live. Kidneys, I mean. So theoretically I should be fine." Blanche said. It didn't take them long to reach Reza. She almost jumped as he practically appeared out of the shadows- Christ, did all vampires do that? That was creepy. "Hey Reza." Blanche stopped, balancing on her crutches giving a wave. "Uh, this is AJ." She jerked her head up at him. "He's, uh, my- "would lab partner to be too awkward to say? Or friend? "Friend."
AJ ignored Blanche’s ranting on their walk into the school building. AJ realized it was better that way. If he said anything it just added to the paragraphs of ranting that Blanche would speak. She was putting worse ideas into her head than AJ could imagine himself all by herself. She didn’t need him to imagine the worst case scenarios. Then Blanche’s ‘friend’ stepped out from the shadows and AJ realized that those were only the tip of the iceberg. “Oh fuck me.” AJ groaned and stopped in his tracks. He had a pretty clear cut idea what Reza was. Maybe he didn’t know that night at the bar, but since then he has had time to ignore his own discomfort with accepting that vampires were real and faced reality. Or the reality he had found himself in. So trying to drag Blanche wouldn’t be much help if the internet was right about the super healing. “Seriously, this is your friend? He tried to bite me a few weeks ago.” AJ paused, looking between the two again, “And not in a good way.”
Blanche, it seemed, was completely unaware of just how fucked she'd made the situation by bringing AJ, a person he'd actually bit, here. Reza considered just making a run for it but that could possibly mean losing his only steady source of blood at the moment through Blanche and even though that brief taste of fresh, human blood had been miles beyond the bagged blood, Reza couldn't resort to that. Wouldn't. No matter the fact that he could still just feel the lingering taste of it on his tongue and right, the guy who's blood he was currently reminiscing about was angrily staring him down. "She knows what I am, just to be clear," he spoke quietly, trying to gauge Blanche for a reaction to this. "But I didn't mean to bite you! It was... an accident? I don't usually... I mean, I don't just jump people and- It's not right and uh..." What the hell was he even rambling. This wasn't exactly conveying the guilt he felt for charging AJ without permission. Reza risked a glance at AJ, face apologetic. "Sorry." Yeah, this wasn't awkward at all. Out of all the people he could have lost control with and tackled, it had to have been this guy. "I can leave?" he offered Blanche, already wanting to gravitate back into the shadows.
Blanche jumped as AJ groaned, looking at him. “AJ! What the hell— Wait, what? He tried to bite you?!” Blanche squeaked, alarmed. She whipped to Reza. “You tried to bite him?! Why?! What happened to the blood bags?” What had happened to the blood bags?! Blanche reeled from this new information utterly confused and completely taken off guard. This was not good, and probably fairly awkward for the both of them. She half already expected the lecture from AJ because knowingly being friends with vampires was probably on his list ‘Stupid Things Blanche Has Done’. Not that Blanche thought it was stupid, Reza never tried to bite her and well… Blanche looked at AJ. “I do. Know. I mean. For a while.” She had literally almost lost consciousness when he told her, but she did know. Blanche was completely not ready for this. Her head ping ponged between them, and she wondered, vaguely, if having friends was just too much trouble. She wanted to crawl in a hole. “Uh—” Blanche said. She didn’t want Reza to leave, but maybe this Jeremy thing could wait for another day? “— I don’t think that’s a me decision. That’s an AJ decision.”
Of all people that Blanche could be meeting inside of this school, it just had to be the guy that had snacked on AJ weeks ago. All three of them immediately fell into an awkward exchange as they fumbled through the new information between them. AJ was pretty used to awkward. He did hang out with Blanche and the Parrish’s after all. But then Reza was apologizing and looking… sincere? Ugh gross. AJ rolled his eyes at the decision that had now been placed in his lap. “Whatever. Can I get filled in on whatever is going on? Hopefully it doesn’t involve any sharp objects that could make someone bleed. Last thing I need is the Count flipping shit again.”
Whatever. AJ's reply wasn't exactly definitive but it seemed he wanted to forget the whole thing ever happened just like Reza. Suppressing all the bad and awkward shit? Yeah, Reza could definitely do that. Even though he still regretted screwing up what just maybe could have been a semi-friendship because he couldn't control his fucking fangs. Even though his eyes narrowed at the nickname, hitting a bit too close for home considering that they were literally standing in the hot spot for name calling, Reza figured that his plan from earlier was the best course of action. Get this over with quickly. And stop thinking about how nice AJ tasted. "I didn't flip my shit," he muttered under his breath, starting down the hallways with a gesture for the other two to follow. "So I figured it would be best to just go full horror movie cliche. Flickering lights, doors slamming and things breaking, et cetera. If we could get him somewhere isolated and without his phone, messing with that guy's head should be a piece of cake. Just need a designated camera man," Reza rambled, still heading down the hallway to where he knew the electrical boards were.
Blanche held back a groan, but pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated with the both of them. She would press Reza later about what happened, but Reza was already mumbling the plan. Blanche frowned, head tilting- "Uh- well... He as in Jeremy." She mumbled to AJ, straightening herself for a second before starting off after Reza. "We should make sure he doesn't have his lacrosse stick either or he'll try to crack your head open and- oh." Blanche glanced back at AJ. "You probably want to... split while you still can. He already smashed your face in once and if he sees you he-" A chill ran up her spin, and Blanche turned, eyes narrowing as she scanned the hallway. "Uh... you being here." Blanche finished, distracted. "Uh, right. God it'll be like the poltergeist. Christ."
AJ usually worked by himself for obvious reasons. And while he wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of working with anyone he actually didn’t hate the plan. It was a little higher scale than AJ could manage by himself, but he would be damned if the best scare of Jeremy’s life had nothing to do with him. “I couldn’t give two shits about whether or not Jeremy knows I’m involved.” That dick needed to be knocked down a peg. Then Jeremy could come after AJ again and he’d be ready that time around. “I can get him into the gym. It’s being renovated anyways so no one will be there.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and waved it, “Just text me when you’re ready. Oh,” AJ paused and dug into his backpack before finding his set of school keys and tossing them to Reza, “Take these. All the keys are labelled.” He didn’t need Reza using his Dracula strength to bust open locked doors. The last thing AJ needed was for the school to start changing their locks. Then he split off from the other two to go find that asshat.
Reza had his ears perked as the two conversed behind him, realizing that Blanche clearly hadn't planned for AJ to be here but at the same time, it seemed that the guy had every reason to join their plan. Which he did. It took Reza by surprise, the sudden cooperation, but fuck it if he wasn't just going to roll with it. Maybe he hadn't screwed up completely. Even though he had poked AJ's neck with his fangs... which he wasn't supposed to be thinking about. Catching the massive keychain midair, Reza couldn't help but be impressed. Yeah, AJ was definitely a badass. Still, Reza could have just picked the locks with ease, but that seemed like a fact you shouldn't share with people you just met. Even though neither of them seemed very concerned with law breaking. With the two of them left alone, Reza hesitantly turned to Blanche. "I know you're going to ask so: ran into him at a bar, had a beer, he cut himself and I apparently have zero self control at the smell of blood. I wouldn't have killed him or anything, though. I think." Clearing his throat, Reza jerked his head towards the basement. "Let's get this over with."
Blanche stared after AJ, disbelief in her eyes. She didn't know why she couldn't figure out he'd want in on the plan, but she supposed they could use his help. Blanche just glumly waved, and followed Reza. "I- I mean, I know you wouldn't have intentionally bit him. And- Wait, why was he at a bar?? Why were you are a- Actually you know, I don't wanna know." Blanche said. The chill from earlier was still there and she let out a nervous sigh. "Alright, yeah. Let's go." Blanche followed to the basement door, casting a wary eye to stairs. She'd come too far to be put off by stairs. "Granny said he really hates horror movies too. This'll be perfect. I'll text AJ."
AJ picked a spot under the bleachers where he could keep an eye on Jeremy’s extended practice without Jeremy seeing him. Jeremy had finished his practice and was in the process of getting ready to leave. He sat patiently while waiting for Blanche to give the okay. Then, when he finally got the text from her he logged onto Amanda’s Instagram account and sent Jeremy a very flirtatious direct message suggesting the two meet up in the gym for some extracurricular activities. He waited until he knew that Jeremy had seen the message before getting back up and heading towards the gym. He caught Jeremy on his way and not so graciously bumped into him in the hallway, slipping his phone out of Jeremy’s jacket pocket. “What the fuck is wrong with you dude?” Jeremy called out once realizing who it was that had bumped into him, “Watch where the fuck you’re going.” AJ shrugged and tried looking as innocent as possible, “Sorry. Detention ran late. But if you’d care to take a swing without your buddies here to protect you I’ll even let you get the first hit in.” For just a second, Jeremy looked like he was even thinking about it, but eventually thought better, “Just get the hell away from me.” AJ put his arms up in defeat and turned away, making his way down the hall and pulling out his phone to text Blanche, ”Good to go.”
Somewhere in the back of Reza's mind, alarm bells were starting to ring as he popped off the electrical board's cover, lit up by the flashlight on his phone. Something felt... off, and it wasn't just the fact that he was crouching in the high school's basement when he should have been back home, working out how to control himself properly. The disconcerting feeling grew almost palpably and Reza's hands left the switch board. "Maybe... maybe we should think this through for a sec. Something just feels... I don't know, it doesn't feel right. Not like... not morally right but--" Darkness engulfed them as Reza's phone died without warning, the flashlight gone. "Fuck, I can't see shit... Hang on..." Even with enhanced night vision, his eyes still struggled to adjust to the solid black around them.
Blanche glanced at her phone, before looking at Reza. She felt a rush of relief when he said that. "Thank god. I think that---" Blanche eeped as they were suddenly in darkness, and she froze. Trying to move around in the dark on crutches would not be a good idea. She swallowed hard, the feeling in her stomach increasing.... Meanwhile, back in the gym, Jeremy noticed it was freezing. Not that it mattered, he was busy looking for Amanda. Lights started to flicker erratically. Jeremy looked up, confused as it started to get worse. Unexplained wind started hitting him from behind. "What the fuck?!" Jeremy swivelled, patting his pockets for his phone. It wasn't there. The doors of the gym weren't open. And--- He swore he saw a giant fucking snake. With fangs and beady red eyes launch itself at him. But as he fell back onto his ass. nothing was there. "What the fuck, Ricci!" One of the gym lights popped and exploded.... Back in the darkened room, Blanche was trying to use the light of her phone. It was freezing there too. "I think something is wrong."
AJ heard Jeremy yelling his name and grinned to himself as he kept walking down the hallway, but slowed when he felt the sudden temperature drop. Something wasn’t right with that. There’s no way that Reza or Blanche could have controlled that. Goosebumps ran up his arms and he decided to turn back, heading towards the gym. He stopped and peaked through the small, oblong windows of the gym doors and noticed Jeremy inside, freaking out. Just as they had mentioned, lights were flickering, but glass also covered the gym floor now. One of the lights had exploded? AJ took out his phone and began filming through the window. Regardless of what was going on, AJ didn’t want to miss on the opportunity to get evidence of Jeremy losing his shit. All was good until AJ noticed the shadow on his screen that wasn’t actually in his job. Well, fuck. That was going to ruin all the fun. AJ tried for the gym doors, but they wouldn’t budge. Well that wasn’t good.
"Yeah, no shit something is wrong," Reza replied, finally able to see the shape of his hand in the darkness. Alright, maybe they could get out of here without someone tripping and hurting themselves. Last thing he needed right now was Blanche slicing open a vein in this small, enclosed environment where it would be easy to... Okay, they needed to get the fuck out of here. The light of her phone flickered and went out as soon as she'd turned it on. "Grab my jacket," he ordered, waiting for Blanche's grip before he manoeuvred them back towards the stairs. "Careful..." Slowly, half-crawling, they made their way up the stairs to... a firmly locked door. "What the fuck is going on..." Jiggling the doorknob, slowly starting to panic from the darkness and the overwhelming feeling of dread, not to mention the steady heartbeat just right behind him. "Stand back," he commanded, drawing in a useless, shuddering breath before his foot collided with the door. The thick wood cracked under the pressure but the door stayed shut. That definitely wasn't normal. Reza had no idea what the extent of his strength really was but he was sure that kicking open a lousy door should have been a breeze. Something else was at work here. Something bad...
Blanche groaned quietly, snatching the back of Reza's jacket as she stumbled with her crutches. "I have a broken leg, I have to be careful," she grumbled, annoyed. "I think..." Her heart sank. "Granny." She whispered. Of course, Granny wouldn't leave this alone. She's been wanting to do something to Jeremy since their confrontation that Tuesday. Blanche shifted on her crutches, standing back slightly. "Granny!! Enough!" Blanche tried shouting. Wasn't Reza like, half superhero?? Granny shouldn't be able to do something like this. She was just a ghost! As Blanche shouted, the door to the basement banged open simultaneously as the gym doors down the hall. Blanche yelped. "Jesus Christ!" She could feel the blood pumping in her ears. "Come on, I need to get to the gym. Goddamn it."
One second the gym doors refused to budge from place and the next they swung open and crashed against the walls of the school hallway. Ignoring the fact that magically opened doors were probably a bad omen, AJ rushed through the doors anyways, stuffing his phone back inside his pocket. Even this was wrong to video tape. He found Jeremy on the floor in the gym screaming and holding onto his arms. Closer inspection revealed that he was lying in the broken glass, trying to apply pressure to different cuts that had blood dripping from all areas of his arms and broken glass pieces still stuck in some of those cuts. He must have slipped on the glass trying to run towards one of the exits. Shit that wasn’t good. Jeremy didn’t even care when he saw AJ, instead pointing one arm towards the gym corner and scream something unintelligible about helping him. AJ glanced in the direction he was pointing but saw nothing. “We need to get you out of here.” AJ said, grabbing at him under the shoulder and lifting him onto his feet. He started leading Jeremy towards the doors of the gym when he heard the footsteps. “Shit.” AJ mumbled under his breath, he knew who that was. Seconds later, Reza and Blanche were both rushing into the doorway. “Blanche! Keep him the hell away from us!”
It was hard to watch Blanche painstakingly crutch her way down the hallway and Reza tried his best not to rush ahead, even though he could have outrun her in an instance. A rough gust of wind passed down the hallway, breezing over the two of them. Without realizing it, Reza's feet had begun to carry him faster towards the gym. His mind felt like it was clouding over, not registering why until he scrambled to the doorway, Blanche hobbling over. Someone was shouting, maybe AJ, but not a single word sounded coherent. The smell of blood was overpowering, nothing like the dull scent of AJ's single, small cut the other day. Reza stood in the doorway, rigid, fingernails digging into his palms. He became vaguely aware of his prey moving away-- no, not pray. AJ and Jeremy, two humans who Reza wasn't... couldn't... He wouldn't! Wouldn't... wouldn't do what? He couldn't remember. Eyes red and narrowed, expression blank, Reza had unwillingly started to stalk towards the intoxicating smell of food.
Blanche hauled ass on her crutches as fast as she could, but Reza was inevitably faster than she was. She entered the room, and heard AJ yell at her. "What?!" She could see Granny, hurriedly swarming around AJ and Jeremy screaming at him. Jeremy was clearly reacting to whatever she was doing--- "Is that blood?! Son of a--" Blanche paled, and hurriedly started going for Reza. Fuck this was bad, fuck this was bad, fuck this was really really fucking bad! Blanche rushed forward.. "No! Reza! Stop it! Don't-- Oh my god! Reza!" Blanche did something stupid. She shoved herself at Reza, instantly clinging to the back of him. "Enough! Both of you! Granny! Cut the shit! Reza-- fuck!"
Blanche tried to slow Reza down, but with Reza’s vampire strength AJ knew that the attempt was going to do little to nothing in terms of actually stopping him. AJ remembered the strength that Reza had in the back of that alley. If it weren’t for AJ’s own strength kicking in he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get Reza off of him. Even then, AJ figured that Reza might be physically stronger than him, he may have just been taken aback by AJ’s own strength or was able to pull himself free from his prey. Regardless, with Reza deadest on sinking his teeth into Jeremy, AJ wasn’t sure that anybody was going to stand in his way. But as dumb as the idea was, AJ decided to do exactly that. AJ let go of Jeremy’s arm, watching him stumble backwards and trip back onto the ground. Idiot. Then he stepped in front of Jeremy, blocking Reza’s path to him. “Dude. Chill out. Take a deep breath or some shit, I don’t know.” AJ had no idea how this blood lust worked. “And back the hell up.”
Something was hanging off his back now, slowing Reza down in his advance. A nuisance. A nuisance that was screaming in his ear, shouting his... his name? Was Blanche screaming? What was he doing... Something slumped onto the ground and red eyes snapped towards it. Blood pooled on the ground, the smell growing stronger and blocking out Blanche's voice. In a single, swift movement, Reza grabbed Blanche by the upper arm and flung her off to the side without a care. His fangs were already dripping with saliva, gaze focused on the prey scrambling back away from him. A vulnerable target. Something blocked his path; something with a heartbeat but not as interesting as the one dripping blood all over the place. "--back the hell up.” Reza snarled in response, a brief warning that only lasted a few seconds, his patience already expired. The back of his hand made contact with AJ's face, throwing the man off balance and into the ground. The prey was screaming now, only going silent when Reza had him pinned to the ground, fangs finally buried into the bleeding shoulder.
Blanche let out a scream as she was practically flung like a rag doll off of Reza. She hit the ground back first, and, not for the first time, the air left her lungs. Blanche groaned, wheezing as she launched herself for one of her crutches. Fuck, her leg hurt. It hurt really bad- she pushed the thought out of her mind as she watched AJ get smacked across the face. "AJ!" Blanche was going to help him, but she could hear Jeremy screaming, stumbling up against the wall. Granny's loud voice pulsed in her ears as she screamed, tormenting insults. She was encouraging Reza. The lights were still erratically flickering and Blanche went for it again. She tried making her way to Jeremy. "Get off of him!" A light exploded from across the way and Granny materialised in front of her. 'He doesn't deserve your help! Don't go to him!' "God shut up Granny, this is your fucking fault not MOVE!" Moving with one crutch was hard enough, but Blanche felt one of Granny's gusts of wind once again knock her off her feet.
When AJ was able to focus again, all he could really think about was the pain on his face. Shit that hurt. AJ had been slapped plenty of times before, but never by someone with super strength. It was definitely going to leave a nasty bruise. He glanced over at Blanche, who had also been easily tossed aside by Reza and for the first spotted… Granny? Well that explained all the weirdness. Mostly. AJ pushed himself off the ground and made his way over to Blanche, helping her back up and trying to ignore the fact that her ghost grandma was menacingly floating nearby. “When I distract Reza I need to to get Jeremy and crutch for your life.” He explained, then turned back for Reza. He stalked up behind him an dug his fingers into Reza’s shoulder, willing himself to have that strength that he had before in the woods and in the alley way and then yanked Reza off of Jeremy and tossed him aside. Now all Blanche had to do was get Jeremy away and hope that Reza didn’t decide to snack on AJ instead.
There was nothing except the sweet taste of blood on Reza's tongue, his surroundings vanishing completely... until he was suddenly torn away from his meal, rolling across the floor, momentarily stunned. AJ was... challenging him. Blood smeared on his lips, Reza scrambled to his feet, stance poised for attack. Now that he'd had a taste, it only made his crazed brain desperate for more. There was no rational thought, only something pure and primal. Circling AJ slowly, realizing that there was definitely some strength in the threat. He just needed to take him down... For the moment, at least, his mind left Jeremy and focused on AJ. Fangs bared in a challenge, Reza slowly began to move closer, all the while circling him. The loud screeching, menacingly taunting him could have been part of Reza's thought process for all he knew. The poltergeist really wasn't helping him feel human.
Blanche hissed in pain as AJ helped haul her ass up off the ground. Good, he was okay. But her look of relief morphed into exasperation. "You're kidding me, you can't fight him!" Who did he think he was? Superman? And superman didn't fight rabid vampires. But Blanche watched as apparently, AJ could fight him. She pressed her lips together and did what she had to- Granny still cruelly taunting her and Jeremy. Blanche hurried to Jeremy. "Get up!" She snapped, bending the best she could to tug at his arm. He whimpered her name, and Blanche frowned quietly. "I amhelping you, you idiot. But- oh for god sake-" Jeremy pointing to Granny erratcially and he was trying to shake away from her. Blanche whipped to Granny. "Granny, enough! We don't hurt people! You know that-" it didn't sound like Granny was even saying words anymore as her voice got louder and the lights and wind got worse. She had never been able to do that before. "Granny! I don't want you here anymore! I don't need you! Get OUT!" Blanche finally roared, her loud voice yelling bouncing off the walls. It was almost an instant. 'Don't you ever ask anything from me, you ungrateful girl!' Granny hissed. Blanche didn't see her phase through anything, but all of a sudden Granny was gone and the lights returned to normal. "Jesus-" Blanche pushed Granny out of her mind, whipping back to Jeremy to yank him to his feet. "Let's GO-- No! Don't lean on me you moron we have to go!" Blanche was trying to shuffle him to the nearest exit, but Jeremy could barely stand himself. "Do you want to get eaten? No? Then fucking haul ass!!"
AJ could admit that the circling him like a predator was a bit unnerving, especially because he was almost positive that he couldn’t take Reza in an actual fight. AJ had some self-defence training from his father, but it wasn’t like he was a professionally trained fighter and he just didn’t have the level of strength. AJ was more hoping that he could talk Reza down after the smell of fresh blood was farther away. It was worth a try at least. He glanced behind his shoulder when he saw Blanche and Jeremy slowly getting out of the gym and sighed to himself. Talking him down would be a lot easier if he actually knew anything about the guy. “So. Just us.” He scratched at his neck nervously, remembering the bite in the alleyway. “I don’t understand the whole blood lust thing. Not really trying to understand it if I’m being honest with you. My to-do list has never had midnight snack on it.” He tried slowly backing away as he talked, putting some distance between the two. “Look you seem like an okay guy. And before the whole blood thing the two of us had a good time. Maybe we could try that whole ‘people are friends not food’ policy out?” Obviously Reza had noticed him backing up because suddenly Reza burst towards him and tackled into him, knocking the wind out of AJ and shoving him to the ground. Not knowing if he could fight him off, AJ held his arms up to brace for the attack and tried guarding his neck from Reza’s bite.
All this talking was hard to ignore, even as Reza focused on weak points and whether or not his prey would be dead by the time he got to it again. The fact that there was no longer a screaming phantom in the room was making it hard to completely ignore the words, especially since the smell of fresh, pumping blood seemed to be getting... fainter? Trying to keep up with everything was getting harder, trying to see where Jeremy was while listening to AJ, who got Reza's attention once more at the mention of blood. For a moment, it seemed like Reza's eyes went a slightly softer shade of red-- AJ's shoes scraped against the ground, making the way he was shifting back that much more obvious. Somehow, they were now on the ground, his bloody hands wrapped up in AJ's jacket, slamming him back into the ground. The smell was different now but still there, toying with Reza's senses as the smallest trickle of blood came from the cut on AJ's cheek. If only AJ would just move his fucking arms...
Blanche all but shoved Jeremy out of gym, regretting this entire plan all together. This fucking sucked. They got out, stumbled into the hallway and Jeremy slammed against the lockers. Blanche stopped, panting. Her leg and wrist were killing her, and she had to hold back a groan slightly. Blanche leaned over, finally looking him over. All superficial injuries, except maybe for the vampire bite. "Jeremy?" Blanche said, softly. This wasn't what she wanted to happen--- Damn it. Granny had to ruin everything. Blanche let out a sigh, inching closer. She wanted to at least make sure he was okay before she went back in there to help AJ fight a fucking vampire... Suddenly, Jeremy's head snapped up, and he was shoving her away from him. Blanche yelped in surprise. "Get the fuck away from me you crazy bitch!!" And he was gone, sprinting down the hallway with renewed energy. Blanche grimaced in disbelief, before hauling ass back into the gym. Fuck. Reza had easily over powered AJ. Goddamn it. "HEY! Reza, enough!" Blanche hollered, cursing under her breath. "Leave AJ alone!" What to do--- Blanche groaned at the idea that popped into her mind. It had worked for the giant lizard, why not a vampire-- Blanche leaned heavily on her left as she hurled her right crutch as hard as she could on top of Reza. Blanche grunted, before looking at the rack of overturned basketballs.... Pretty soon, those were flying at him too. "Don't you dare bite him again!!"
AJ was fighting a losing battle and he knew it. AJ was pushing his arms as hard as he could against Reza’s body crushing down on him, but as hard as he was trying to push Reza off of him he wasn’t getting far. If anything he could only feel Reza getting even closer to him as the blood dripped off of his teeth and onto AJ’s face. He heard a crashing sound behind them, but neither seemed to pay much attention to it. It wasn’t until a basketball came bouncing by AJ’s head that he felt the pressure from Reza’s body lighten. He was distracted. Not willing to miss the opportunity, AJ started struggling against him, eventually pulling his leg free from Reza’s and kicking at his knee. The motion freed AJ’s arm and he used that to shove Reza off to the side while AJ rolled away jumped up onto his feet. Just to give him an extra head start, AJ kicked out and connected his shoe against Reza’s jaw before turning and running towards the gym doors, bending to scoop up Blanche’s loan crutch before grabbing onto her and practically scooping her off the ground so that she wouldn’t slow them down. “Time to go. Where’s Jeremy?”
Something hard collided with Reza's back but he was getting so close to AJ's neck, the way his struggling was getting weaker only egging the vampire on. He wasn't going to tear out his throat or anything, no... That would be wrong and some part of Reza knew that; the part that was whispering that he didn't really want to hurt his semi-friends, did he? But just a taste to soothe the burning his his throat that Jeremy's blood had sparked. Just a small-- the basketball bounced off Reza's head, giving his throat whiplash as his head cracked to the side. The second of distraction was all it took for blows to start raining on Reza until AJ's foot smacked into his face and the searing pain vibrated through his brain and he could taste the blood in his mouth from his aching jaw... no, not his blood. Someone else's blood, coating his lips and hands... Squeezing his eyes shut as his head throbbed, both from the blunt trauma and the slow realisation settling in, Reza just barely managed to drag himself up to his knees. Footsteps... sounded like... yeah, they were definitely running away. Blanche and AJ. He couldn't even remember properly if he'd bit both or neither of them, everything just felt wrong and his stomach churned because he felt satisfied. On his feet now, Reza made a run for one of the windows that had smashed during... whatever had just happened in here. Had it all been him? Without looking back or any idea as to where he was running to, he bolted away, wondering just how fucking bad he'd screwed up.
One second, Blanche was throwing basketballs as hard as she could, the next AJ had snatched her up like a rag doll and they were running. Blanche's leg screamed in protest, but she ignored it and held on before she fell and broke something else. "He ran away," she squeaked. It was soon evident that he wasn't planning on chasing them, and Blanche let put a sigh at relief. "Here, put me down. Fuck ow- Never mind are you okay?? He hit you really hard and was trying to-" Blanche was shaking, trying to stabilise herself on her crutches as she tried to look AJ over as best she could. Trying to what? Rip his throat out?? Blanche realised soon enough she terrified and her eyes were bubbling with tears. She conveniently ignored that, and stabilised herself as best she could. "I mean, I thought he was going to eat you."
Outside of the school and into the sunlight is when AJ finally figured the two were safe from Reza’s attempt at murdering him. Murdering was the wrong word. Whatever the hell was going on with him seemed more like a drug addiction than anything else. Like he was someone else entirely or couldn’t control himself. Not that AJ knew anything about Reza outside of his old reputation at the school, still he had seemed sincere in his apology earlier. Which occurred about twenty minutes before Reza had tried to bite AJ again. “I’ll be fine, it’ll heal.” AJ put Blanche down and then poked at his cheek just to see how badly it hurt. Yeah, it hurts. It was possible that Reza’s strength had fractured his cheek bone, but if things went how they had been going the last few weeks then AJ didn’t really need to worry about permanent damage. Blanche had no idea just how quickly it might actually heal. “I’m pretty sure his goal was to eat me.” AJ admitted, glancing back towards the door just to make sure that he actually could come out into the sun to kill the both of them. Once he was pretty sure the two were fine, “Well I’m going home now to sleep off almost dying. Again. See you tomorrow.”
Tagging: @wildexxaj & @katelynhummel
Location: Performing Arts Center
Date: Saturday, July 1
Summary: Pet play presentation
AJ walked into the room with Katelyn, making sure she was at his side, one hand loosely holding her wrist, the other held the black bag. He'd arranged to have a single comfortable chair in their area, intending it's use for his first try of petplay. He greeted the administrators and then focused his attention on the submissive. Once they were in place, he stopped and ordered her to kneel at his feet, setting the bag beside her. "Now, to turn you into a little Duchess," he smiled, dropping to sit on his knees beside her.
Kate walked confidently alongside AJ into the room where the headmasters were sitting, not letting her nerves show. They'd been over this, and she knew she could handle it. She gave Sue and Will a respectful nod of acknowledgment but otherwise focused her attention on AJ, knowing that was the only way she'd be able to get through this. "Yes, Sir," she said as she sunk to her knees, the hem of her skirt just brushing the floor around her.
AJ brought his hands to her arms and then to her face, guiding her closer so he could place a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Let's turn you into a pretty kitten," he said with a smile. His hands moved to her top first, carefully removing it, revealing the lingerie pattern beneath it. They had already spoken of this, so he helped her stand wordlessly, using his actions, though he continued to watch her, in case she grew too uncomfortable for the situation. After she was stripped to just the underwear piece and on her knees, he reached into the bag, pulling out the ear, collar, and tie on tail, all of which he put on her. "Now, let's start with you telling me your name, your safeword, your limits...," he gave a playful grin and tapped his finger against the tip of her nose, "And then your favorite color."
Kate let AJ undress her, helping slightly when it was needed but mostly letting him take control. It was easy to imagine herself in a swim suit instead of the lingerie, and she kept her gaze on AJ the whole time, even after she was on her knees again and he was adding the kitten gear to her body. "My name is Duchess, Sir," she said, her voice steady and loud enough to be heard across the room. "My safe word is red, and my limits are sex, permanent injury or marks, and bathroom play. My favorite color is pink."
AJ brushed his hands down her arms as she answered, nodding approvingly at her answers. "That's a good kitten. Now tell me, what's your name today?" he asked, encouraging her to become the kitten, "And tell me something that kittens like to play with."
Kate found a strange comfort in AJ's touch. "My name is Duchess, Sir," she repeated, trying not to let her annoyance show too much at having to answer the same question again. "Kittens like to play with yarn, Sir."
AJ kept running his hands, moving back up her arms and gently rubbed her shoulders as they talked. "Now, what does Duchess like to play with?" he asked, trying to get more out of her when he sensed she wasn't as comfortable as he felt with this, "Is there anything special?"
Kate took a deep breath and tried to focus on AJ's calming touch so she could allow herself to do the best she could for this scene. "Duchess likes to play with yarn too, Sir," she said softly. "And toy mice."
AJ smiled, visibly relaxing and he rested his hands around her neck, playing with the collar he'd place. The ribbon had a bell attached that made a soft ring as he toyed with it. "Toy mice, you say?" he asked and leaned over, reaching to his bag. It was more a stuffie, than a toy, but it was a mouse, holding a piece of cheese. "I'll need you to hold onto that for me, Duchess," he gestured towards the chair, "And then I want to see you on your knees at my feet." He stood up and walked over to the chair, sitting and waiting for her to crawl over.
Kate was surprised to find that she didn't mind him making the bell on her collar ring, and she was happy to take the stuffed mouse from him. "Yes, Sir," she said, watching him as he got up and moved to the chair. It was difficult to stay on her hands and knees as she crawled across the room toward him, bringing the mouse with her, and she was happy when she was able to stop and kneel next to him.
AJ brushed his hand over her cheek, giving her an encouraging smile to keep going, "Now. When Duchess wants something, how does she ask?" He continued, hoping to get through all the basics in the allotted time.
Kate took a deep breath, relaxing some again with AJ'a encouragement. She held the toy mouse against her body with both hands as she looked up at him and answered. "She asks politely with a meow, Sir."
AJ gave a nod of understanding, "And what if she earns a reward, what should her reward be?" he asked. He leaned down and carefully grabbed her by the hips, lifting her easily into his lap. "I think this is a reward for me, because I do like having pretty kittens in my lap. What if a kitten has to get punished? What would she get?"
Kate gave a surprised little squeak when she was picked up and pulled into the Dom's lap. "A good reward would be petting her hair, Sir," she replied. "And a punishment would be spanking."
AJ considered his next question for a few moments, hand brushing along her arm, showing the affection that made him relax throughout the scene. "Now, what if I was bad or did something wrong? What would be a punishment for me?"
Kate gave AJ a confused look and hesitated in her response. "You're the Dominant, Sir," she told him. "It is not Duchess's place to suggest you be punished for anything."
The scene continued onward in this fashion, AJ asking questions and Kate responding to them, gradually falling more and more into the headspace he was trying to build for her. As they neared the end of the presentation, Kate was visibly relaxed and took the opportunity to nuzzle her head against AJ, getting rewarded with some of the petting she’d mentioned earlier. Finally, AJ helped to bring Kate back into her own as he removed the kitten gear from her, and he allowed her to redress before they left to return to his room for aftercare.
Tagging: @wildexxaj & @submissivelynick
Location: AJ’s suite
Date: Thursday, May 25th, evening
Summary: Scene Week scene, involving home ec [Nick] and lacy panties.
AJ had told Nick to arrive and kneel at the door, as this was a scene they were going to do. He set out the navy blue lace panties he'd chosen, ones that covered enough without putting the submissive completely on display. Once he heard the knock, AJ opened it and smiled at him. "Come sit on the sofa," he said, reaching to help him stand up again.
Nick smiled up at AJ when he saw him on the other side of the door, and he took his hand as he got up from his knees. "Yes, Sir," he said, moving into the living room. He set his bag down by the end table next to him and sat on the sofa, turning to face him. "Did you have a good day, Sir?"
AJ sat down beside Nick and rested a hand on his knee. "I'm doing well," he said and then cleared his throat, gesturing towards the panties [note: navy blue and more opaque] he'd specially ordered, "I chose these just for you after we talked about doing this scene together. They shouldn't reveal too much, but I think they'll look good on you. I, uh, didn't say this before, but would you wear only these for me? It's okay if you're not comfortable, just a small request from me."
Nick looked over at the panties on the table and nodded. He trusted AJ and would have been okay being completely naked for him if he'd wanted that, so this wasn't a problem at all. He picked them up and placed one hand tentatively inside them, looking to see how much of his skin he could see through them, and it actually wasn't all that much. "Of course, Sir," he said, giving the Dom a small smile with a hint of a blush in his cheeks. "I'm completely comfortable with that. They're so pretty."
AJ breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward, giving the submissive a kiss on the cheek, "I'm glad you like them. I wanted to start slow, but talking about it made me want to see what you'd look like in them." He didn't mention the fact that it had aroused him more than he expected, hoping to keep Nick comfortable in the situation. He kissed his cheek again and then gently brushed his lips to the other. "I want you to change and then be on your knees for me in the center of the room. For the next hour, I will have a series of short-timed chores, but also, consequences if you don't obey me would include two spankings to your bare ass with my hand. The accumulated amounts would be given at the end of the hour. Understood?"
Nick blushed more deeply when AJ kissed him. He hadn't spent as much time with him as he had with some of the other Dominants here, but it was nice to get to actually do a scene with him and focus on that for a little while. "Yes, Sir, understood," he said once he'd heard all of the instructions. It sounded almost like a game, and that definitely appealed to his competitive nature. He moved to the bathroom and changed quickly, leaving his clothes in a folded pile on the vanity. He was very self-conscious about how he looked as he returned to the living room, kneeling down in the center of the room as he'd been told to do. Once he was settled on his knees, he looked over at AJ, curious to see his reaction.
AJ knew he wanted to see Nick in the underwear, but when he moved back from the table, watching the submissive reveal himself from the bathroom, it was more than he expected. "Nick," he said lowly, more turned on and he wished he didn't want a non-sexual scene. They hadn't discussed more and he was going to follow that, and cleared his throat in an attempt to clear his thoughts. "Clean this table," he decided, wanting to see him close, even if he was aware it was a bad idea.
Nick was pretty sure his face was going to be red for the entire scene, but that was okay. He liked knowing that AJ was enjoying this as much as he was, and from the tone of his voice, it was obvious that he was having a good time, too. "Yes, Sir," he said, getting up and moving over to the coffee table. He bent over next to AJ and picked up the few books and things that were on the table, setting them on the couch before he grabbed a rag and a cleaning bottle and set to work cleaning the surface of the table.
AJ leaned back, knees parted as he watched Nick obey him, clearly enjoying the sight of the boy and he stopped trying to hide it. He bent over and AJ couldn't help the groan at the sight of the firm ass and he could imagine how it would feel to spank his ass in a non-punishment sense. He was pleased that Nick continued, completing a thorough job with the order. "Good boy," he praised, "Now, I'm going to watch you clean the desk."
Nick grinned at the praise as he set the things back in their place on the table. "Thank you, Sir," he said, turning to face AJ for a moment. He nodded once at him and moved over to the desk, doing the same as he'd done with the table: moving things around, then cleaning the surface with the rag. He made sure to keep bending over a little bit, guessing that AJ was enjoying the view, and as he started to be more intentional about his movements, his cock started to show some interest, too.
AJ knew there had always been something that lighted a fire when he had a submissive that was willing to call him Sir and obey so easily. He felt that Nick was doing a little of this on purpose too, and it felt like a game of sorts, one that definitely amused the Dominant. Taking a deep breath in, he rose from the couch and walked up behind Nick but didn't touch him, simply crowded a little bit. "Looks good," he commented with a low voice, no meaning the furniture at all, but kept his lips near Nick's ear when he spoke, "You're being very good for me." He stared where he was and pointed to the windows, "Now it's time for those."
Nick felt his heart begin to pound a little faster when AJ moved in behind him. His body wanted the Dom to close the distance between them, but he wasn't about to do it himself. "Thank you, Sir," he said again, so happy for the praise. With his next instructions, he went to the windows and sprayed them down with cleaner before taking a paper towel to wipe them down. He wanted to start at the top, but it was just a little too tall for him to reach, so he had to stand on his tip toes to get them clean as best as he could.
AJ wanted to rest his hands on Nick's ribs from behind as he continued working, but didn't feel that bold yet. He let Nick begin his work, but smiled at the sight of the boy on his toes. "Too short?" he asked, walking up and resting a hand to the small of Nick's bare back. There was a stool nearby and used his foot to guide it into place for the submissive, "I think I'll stand here. I feel the need to keep an eye on you today." His hand lowered an inch, fingertips treading the edge of the lace panties for a moment before dropping away completely. Once Nick started to work again, AJ leaned forward, lips to the boy's ear once again, "Does it bother you to have me inspecting you this closely, Nick?"
Nick's motions stuttered when he felt AJ's hand against his back, so close to where the lacy panties were covering his ass. "Just a little, Sir," he said, breathing a little more heavily as his hand lowered some more. He sighed when he pulled his hand away, wishing he would have continued. He kept cleaning and shook his head. "Not at all, Sir," he replied as he started to climb up the step stool to redo the tops of the windows. He looked through them, wondering if anyone outside would turn this way to see him on display like this. "I-- I actually like it."
AJ felt a sense of relief that Nick felt this too and he wasn't pushing too far. With Nick standing on the stool, AJ rested his hand against the submissive's side, above his waistband and leaned forward, boldly place a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. "I've thought about touching you before," he said softly, pulling back but keeping his hand against the boy, as though he could stabilize all of this that he was feeling. "Just your chest or shoulders, seeing your bare skin, but never thought I'd get a chance to see you like this," he admitted, sliding his hand to the front, touching his torso above Nick's stomach, his fingertips slow as they traced a light pattern into his skin, "Am I pushing you too far by asking for it, Nick?"
Nick was definitely starting to have trouble concentrating on cleaning with the way AJ was touching him... and kissing him. "You have, Sir?" he asked breathlessly, biting his lip to hold back a moan as his cock grew harder within the confines of the lace panties he was wearing. He stopped cleaning and just let himself feel how good it was to have AJ against him like this, touching him, wanting him... "No, Sir," he breathed. "Not too far. I-- I have my safe word, but I'm pretty sure I'm willing to go as far as you are, Sir. Don't worry about anything you do being too much."
AJ slid his hand up the front of Nick's chest and pushed his front into Nick's back, his hand keeping the submissive in place. "Good boy," he murmured, fingertips touching his nipple and then tugging gently once it was a stick peak. He brought his mouth to his shoulder, kissing slowly, tongue sweeping to taste the warm skin beneath his lips, and he knew he needed to find his control in the situation. "You look so damn good in these panties, far better than I imagined," he admitted, "Do they feel good too? I considered trying them on when they first arrived, but decided against it. I'm glad, they're definitely meant for your body and for only my eyes to see them."
Nick dropped his hands down to his side, giving up on even having the pretext of cleaning the windows anymore. His body was reacting so well to everything AJ was doing to it, and he knew his cock was going to be very obviously on display for the Dom as soon as he turned around. "They feel so good, Sir," he said, moaning some more as AJ kept teasing him with touches and kisses. "They're-- they're soft, and I just feel... pretty, Sir. Do I look as pretty as I feel?"
AJ loved hearing Nick give into his attention and moved his free hand to the front of the panties, only touching the edge of the band but not sliding inside. He hadn't done that before and was apprehensive to start now, but continued the attention to his body. "You look gorgeous," he assured him, his lips brushing along Nick's neck and groaned as he briefly touched his hardening length to Nick's backside. "Don't stop cleaning," he ordered him but didn't pull from the submissive's body, "Want to see you bend over some more, see how good your ass looks today."
Nick beamed at the compliment, his attention drifting farther and farther from cleaning as he felt AJ pressed against him from behind. "Oh! Yes, Sir." He hurried to start cleaning the windows again, feeling bad for having stopped working enough that AJ had felt the need to point it out. He bent forward to pick up the spray again and rewet the panes of glass, knowing they'd streak otherwise, and he started cleaning them again. As he reached the bottom, though, he stayed on the step stool, which forced him to bend over to reach the bottom.
AJ groaned softly when Nick bent over, impressed with how good he looked, knowing how much he wanted Nick was inevitable at this point. At the point when Nick's ass nearly touched him, AJ didn't try to stop the firm grip of his hands on the submissive's hips. "Good boy, your ass looks so pretty like this," he said with a low voice, giving away all he desires with just his tone, "You're making me lose my willpower so quickly, Nick. So sexy, looking so good for me."
Nick felt his face heating with a blush as he listened to AJ talk about him, but he wiggled his ass back and forth a little to give the Dom more of a show. He was definitely enjoying the attention, and his cock was, too, growing hard against the confines of the panties. He stayed bent over even after he was finished with those windows. "What do you want to do to me, Sir?"
AJ chuckled at the sight of Nick and let his hands move highers, fingers stretching over the boy's ribs and then back down his sides. "Too much," he responded softly, sliding his hands around Nick's front to pull him straight again, his back to AJ's front, "Do you want to keep cleaning?" He asked the question with his lips to Nick's ears, breathing heavier as he pressed his hard length briefly to his ass. "I think I'd like to kiss you," he said this with one hand tweaking and playing with Nick's nipple, wanting to hear more out of him.
Nick moaned softly at AJ's admission and shook his head. Given the choice between cleaning the Dom's suite and kissing him, there was only one right answer in his mind. He pressed his body back against him, adding extra pressure from his ass, hoping it would turn AJ on even more. "I'd like to kiss you, too, Sir," he said, his moans growing louder with the attention to his nipple.
AJ liked hearing the sounds the submissive emitted, knowing it was all due to his ministrations. "Good boy," he moaned quietly, his free hand sliding down down his torso, fingertips grazing the edge of the panties and he could tell they were stretched with Nick's hardening length. He looked down over his shoulder and had to fight now to touch him beyond the firm tug to his nipple. "Fuck, Nick. You look so good," he murmured, nipping a small mark into his shoulder with his teeth, "Would you like me to touch you, over those pretty panties?"
Nick grinned at the praise and was unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips forward a little, wanting so much more than AJ's hand just skimming the top of the panties he was wearing. He moaned at the little bite against his skin, and he nodded. "Please, Sir," he breathed, struggling to not turn around and just take the kiss he'd mentioned. "Touch me, Sir, kiss me, do whatever you want, Sir."
AJ kept touching his warm skin as he brought his hand to the nape of Nick's neck, tipping his head back, kissing his jaw and then brushing their lips together. "Good boy, gonna make you feel good," AJ assured him, fingertips trembling slightly with the knowledge of this new experience, something he hadn't done before. He kissed him fully, groaning with the feeling of Nick's hard cock through the panties. He touched gentle at first, just a teasing feel of his arousal before he began to rub with just his thumb, wanting to see how worked up he could get the submissive.
Nick allowed AJ to move him as needed, smiling at the kisses. "I'll be so good for you, Sir," he said. When AJ's hand pressed down over his panties, he let out a little groan, the sound filling the Dom's mouth as they kissed. "Oh, Sir, please, Sir... Feels so good." His hips rocked forward a little, seeking out more pressure, more friction, just more.
AJ pressed his hand harder against the length, stroking a little more than before, his own rubbing to Nick's hip as he teased him. "Gonna make you feel so good," he promised again, feeling he needed to repeat it for some sense of stability. He pulled back and then took hold of Nick's hand, leading him towards the spare bedroom he rarely used. "Don't worry," he assured him, "Just relax and we'll have fun. Do you want to sit in my lap?"
Nick was glad when AJ grabbed him and brought him back to a bedroom--if he hadn't, he wasn't sure how much longer he'd have been able to handle standing there on the step stool while the Dom palmed his cock. "I'm not worried at all, Sir," he said with a shy smile. "I trust you, and I'd love to sit in your lap... as long as I get to keep kissing you."
AJ readily grabbed at Nick's hips, bringing the other into his lap and brought his hands to his ass, gently guiding their centers to press together. "Kiss me," he encouraged, moaning at the feel of the submissive in his lap and could feel how hard Nick was, just as aroused as himself. "You look so much better than I'd pictured, now I want to see you cum while wearing these panties," he groaned softly, his hips pushing into Nick's, "Show me how much you want it, good boy."
Nick brought his lips in against AJ's, moaning softly as he kissed the Dom. He lifted a hand and dug his finger's into the other's hair, holding him close while they kissed. His hips thrust downward against AJ's lap, enjoying the pressure he was finally able to get against his cock. "Want you to make me come in these panties, Sir," he said, the words ghosting over the other's lips. "Wanna be so good for you, do anything you want, Sir."
AJ knew the noises he was making were growing louder, but it felt so good to have Nick like this, almost riding his lap and AJ didn't want him to stop. He gripped the other's hips, guiding the movements, even if he hadn't done anything like this with a guy before. "Can I use my hand on you, Nick?" he asked, looking at him and swallowing thickly as the want filled him. He wasn't ready to try anything with his mouth, but just a hand seemed safe, a place they might both be comfortable with. "W-would you like to do that with me, too?" he rushed out, eyes on Nick to make sure any answer he had wasn't for AJ, but something he actually wanted.
Nick gave an affirmative, "M'hmm," in response to AJ's question. He'd been so nervous about taking each of his next steps in sex over the past few weeks, but he'd done so much that asking about hands seemed a little jarring to him, but he really liked it. He couldn't tell for certain, but he suspected that this was one of the first times AJ had done anything like this with someone else, and that made his stomach do some weird clench inside him. "Please, Sir," he murmured before leaning in for another kiss, his hand dropping down to palm at the Dom's cock through his pants.
AJ was officially past any point he'd done thus far and he slipped his hand into Nick's panties once he heard the okay, more than eager to feel him fully. "Fucking hell, I've got you so hard," he groaned, low and deep as he wrapped his hand fully around Nick's cock. He gave him a slow stroke, trying to adjust quickly to the feel of someone else's cock in his hand, but was distracted at the pressure to his own length. "Come here," he murmured, releasing his length long enough so that he could turn their bodies, laying Nick back against the bed. He hovered over him, pressed between his knees. Giving his hand a quick lick, he returned to Nick's cock, stroking a few times and then pressed his thumb to the submissive's slit, knowing how much he enjoyed that sensation for himself. He nipped at Nick's bottom lip and stared down at him, licking his lip to gain enough control to speak evenly, "Take out my cock, Nick. I want to feel your hands on me."
Nick allowed himself to be rolled over onto his back, and he hummed softly when AJ climbed on top of him. This was one of his favorite positions to be in, underneath a Dominant and at his mercy. The way AJ stroked him, his hand slick with spit, got him some relief, but he needed more--and then, "Ohh, Sir," the attention to the head of his cock felt just amazing. "So good, Sir," he murmured, chasing the other's lips upward after the quick kiss. "Yes, Sir." He reached over and unzipped the Dom's fly, reaching inside to carefully pull his cock out. He was heavy and gorgeous, and Nick licked his lips as he started to stroke the other's length, wanting him to feel just as good as he did right now.
AJ moaned loudly, unable to help himself, at the feeling of Nick's hand on his length. "Fuck, yes, feels good," he rambled, trying to keep control but it was quickly fading, lost in the pleasure of having another's hands on him. He tried his best to keep his movements in time with his hold on Nick, but it wasn't long before he was almost fucking Nick's hand. "Such a good boy, fucking amazing boy like this." He was breathing heavily and he was certain it was too fast, giving all of his inexperience away, but it was almost too good to care. "S-slow your hand," he grunted, resting his forehead to the submissive's shoulder, starting to catch himself now.
Nick was pretty sure he'd be able to come just like this if AJ kept going for a few minutes longer. It felt so good to know that he was the reason for the Dom losing control like he was, and he just wanted to make him tumble over the edge and feel that wave of pleasure wash over him like he deserved. He didn't care of it was over fast (though he'd like to keep this moment going forever), because he loved knowing that he was the one doing this to him. He whined a little when he was told to slow down, but he did as he was told, and as he did, his focus returned a little to his own pleasure, building inside him. "You feel incredible, Sir," he breathed, leaning up again for another kiss.
AJ released slower breaths and then began to stroke Nick once again, this time he didn't tease, giving him the full thrusts of his fist. "I'm not going to stop until you say you're close," he told Nick, continuing the steady pace until he heard the words he needed. He tucked his cock back into the panties and then rubbed his cock quickly, wanting to fulfill the promise to see Nick's cum in the panties.
Nick moaned, his head falling back against the pillow behind him. It was hard to focus on continuing to stroke AJ's cock slowly while his own cock was being pumped so intensely. He heard what was said, though, and he stopped AJ when he felt like he was about to come. He took a deep breath to get a hold of himself again, but it didn't last very long. "Sir," he moaned as the Dom rubbed at him through the panties. "I-- please, Sir, can I come for you?" He was barely able to hang on until he had permission, but when he did, he spurted out inside the panties, crying out as he watched the lacy fabric grow damp with his seed.
AJ couldn't help himself, giving the needed permission so quickly, so eager to see the remnants of Nick falling apart beneath him. The submissive was so warm and inviting and AJ bit his lip, while guiding his hand to AJ's cock to finish him off. "Good boy for me," he murmured, kissing his cheek and jaw, lips staying against him even when he couldn't keep up the appearance, "Fuck, so good, feels so good to have your hands on me." He cried out and then bit at Nick's bottom lip as he came, spilling over their hands.
Nick stroked AJ to and through his orgasm. He groaned into the kiss, enjoying the little sharp bite of pain in his lip where AJ's teeth pressed into it. He felt happy right now--happy as a result of his own orgasm, happy that he'd been allowed to come, happy that he'd helped get the Dom to that point as well, and happy with the praise that AJ was heaping onto him. Once he was sure the other was finished coming, he brought his hand up to his lips and licked at it, smiling coyly up at AJ.
AJ felt his breath catch as he watched Nick lick his fingers, more than he'd even been able to ask for from him. "Good boy," he murmured, leaning down and capturing his lips in another kiss. He fell to his side but kept their bodies close and pressed soft kisses to his shoulder and bicep. "You're getting a shower after this, so I can clean you up and then we're going to cuddle the rest of the evening."
Tagging: @wildexxaj & @submissivelynick
Where: AJ’s suite
When: evening of Friday, April 28th
Summary: Nick teaches AJ to make a Hawaiian pizza and they get to talking.
Note: Incomplete, but I love D anyway
AJ was finding himself a little nervous to see Nick again. They'd started being more open about their wants and thoughts. He was figuring out what was too much and he knew he had to control himself more than he had, needed to be able to read the submissives better than he had been. AJ had obtained the necessary ingredients for the pizza and he was interested in learning about cooking more, but also wanted to know about this feeling he had with Nick. When he heard the knock of the boy's arrival, he opened the door with a smile, "Come in, come in. Let's get this show on the road."
Nick returned AJ's smile and stepped inside. "Hi, Sir," he said, setting his bag down by the couch as soon as he was inside. He'd packed an overnight bag just in case things ended up going that way, but he fully expected to be heading back to his room with Blaine at 10 o'clock like AJ had planned. "All right," he said as he took a look around the kitchen. "First thing's first: we need to make the crust. Are you okay doing it if I tell you what to do?"
AJ stood back, smiling at the sight of the bag and walked over to it, touching his sock covered toe against the side. "Planned ahead," he commented and walked up behind Nick, his hand brushing against his back as he passed by. "Yes, I suppose I can allow that," he said with a teasing laugh and leaned against the counter, intent on learning but found himself wanting to touch Nick at the same time. It was alluring at the thought that he could possibly get him flustered, by touching his waist lightly or looking over his shoulder at a close angle. "I'll stand here," he decided, giving a look of defiance and raising a brow to see what Nick would say.
Nick nodded with a slight blush. "Of course, Sir," he said with a shrug. "If I need it, I have it. If I don't need it, it doesn't hurt to have it." He grinned at him and shook his head. "Stand wherever you like once you've washed your hands, Sir," he teased as he reached out to turn the faucet on. He washed his own hands quickly and dried them on a towel hanging nearby before getting out all of the ingredients they would need for the crust.
AJ walked up to the sink and washed his hands, just as Nick had said to do, same as he'd learned before. He considered Nick's statement about where he could stand and his hands were clean now. Walking up behind the submissive, AJ rested his hands loosely on his waist, over the fabric of his shirt and leaned to look what the other man was doing. "Is it okay if I stand here?" he asked, a soft chuckle near Nick's ear but then he stood back again, hands at his side again, wanting to read how the other would react.
Nick jerked slightly to the side when he felt AJ's hands on his waist, not expecting the touch. He relaxed quickly, though, and turned around to face him. "Well, that's one place to stand," he said, "but I think it's going to be pretty hard for you to put the dough together with my body in the way, Sir." He turned back around and organized the ingredients. "C'mon, put 3/4 cup warm water into this big bowl and then dump the yeast packet in. We'll need to let it stand for a few minutes and you can stand wherever you want."
AJ stepped back and nodded, taking a deep breath and following the submissive's directions, his face scrunching in distaste at the feel of the yeast over his fingers when he spilled a little out of the packet. "How long?" he asked once his was eventually done and where Nick wanted it. He wiped his hands on his pants and moved back to the opposite counter, looking at the submissive, feeling guilty for messing around when the other obviously wanted to cook. "How was your day?" he asked lightly, looking at him and giving him a smile.
Nick supervised while AJ got the yeast going, though there really wasn't much you could mess up on there. "Until it starts to get foamy," he said, frowning when the Dom moved away from him. He had been so close to him moments ago, but now it was like he was trying to stay as far away as possible. "Um, it was good, Sir. Nothing really all that exciting has happened so far. What about you?"
AJ knew he had to figure out this balance, between what kind of Dominant he wanted to be and know and understand how to act. He saw the frown on Nick's face and stepped towards him, until he was leaning his hip against the counter, his gaze on his. "Nothing exciting," he commented with a shrug and he bit down on his bottom lip, looking at Nick and trying to read him. He found it difficult to do, so he chose to ask a question instead, "Have you been looking forward to doing our sensory scene?"
Nick really didn't know what to make of AJ right now. He still seemed hesitant to him, but at least now he was standing next to him again instead of across the room. The question made him blush, and he nodded. "Yes, Sir," he said. "I have. A lot. It's kind of why I brought my overnight bag... but like I said, if I don't need it tonight, that's okay, too. I'm perfectly content just cooking and hanging out, if that's what you want." He turned back to the bowl and saw that it was ready for the next step. "You're going to add a tablespoon of sugar, two tablespoons of olive oil, and a teaspoon of salt to this and whisk it all up nice and good, Sir. Once that's done, add two cups of flour and stir it together until you have your dough."
AJ reached and touched Nick's arm when he started to move onto the next step of cooking, knowing full well that had been the purpose of him coming over but he felt the want to not think about it for a while. "Can we let it sit for a minute?" he asked, honestly not sure how the mixture would react, but he wanted to discuss more of of what 'a lot' might mean for Nick. He brushed his thumb along the length of the back of Nick's hand and dropped it away. "I know what we've discussed," he told him, "But I just want to be clear that when I was teasing about the vibrator against your skin, I wasn't going to use that for this scene." He walked up to the submissive, almost touching his hips but recalled his previous reaction and held back, "Just a thought I had, wondering for something in the future, along the lines of the futuristic use of a cage. The vibrator would only be used to touch your balls or something to tease you."
Nick cocked his head to the side when AJ asked if they could pause, and he started to measure some of the ingredients in while the Dom spoke. "Actually, Sir, if we get this done now, it's going to have to sit for about an hour anyhow." He bit his lip, worried that he was overstepping and being too forceful, but he hoped AJ wouldn't mind him doing these few steps quickly so that they could have time to talk... and he seemed like he really did want to talk a bit. He managed to get it pretty much done and was wrapping the bowl in plastic wrap as he turned to look at the other man. "Sir," he began, licking his lips nervously. "I appreciate you being open about this with me. I only want to do what you're comfortable with--what we're both comfortable with. My limits are mouths and penetration. I trust you enough to know you wouldn't push past those limits, but I also really don't need it to be sexual at all. Your GleE-Harmony thing was for non-sexual scenes, right? I'm fine with that, Sir, really." He picked up the bowl with the dough and set it in a patch of sun on the counter by the closed window. "It needs heat to rise," he explained. "I, um... I really like what you're talking about, though, Sir, with the cage and the teasing. But only when we're both ready for it."
AJ wasn't sure what he was doing and he felt so back and forth, the he could tell that the submissive was starting to notice. He watched Nick finish the work, only half concentrating even though it had been his idea for all of the meal. He turned to walk when Nick spoke, stopping his movements and he faced him, giving a smile of reassurance. "There's a lot I wasn't expecting to learn about myself, the sexual side playing into the feeling of Dominance. It's... very invigorrating for me to have a submissive who wants to submit to me, is willing and open as you are. You speak your mind and you trust me to take care of you. In return, I have such a desire to make you feel as good as I do, even if I'm not directly receiving the pleasure." He laughed softly, shaking his head, "I'm rambling and I don't know if any of this makes sense. You're a really good submissive Nick, not to mention good person, and I know that without having done any scenes with you yet." He took a breath and looked over at him for a moment before taking his hand and leading him towards the couch. AJ sat at one end and gestured for Nick to follow. "This is up to you, but you're welcome to kneel, rest on your knees. Completely non-sexual but whatever makes you most comfortable."
Nick allowed AJ to lead him over to the couch and hesitated when he was given a choice of how to sit. After a moment, he sank to his knees next to him. He hadn't really knelt like this with anyone before outside of his presentation practice with Mateo, but that didn't count because Mateo had been doing a lot more than just sitting there in front of him at the time. "That was all very kind of you, Sir," he said, rolling his shoulders a little as he looked up at the Dom. "Does the sexual part of all of this bother you?" he asked hesitantly. "I think keeping things non-sexual can actually make it less complicated, and there's lots we can do without sex being involved, Sir. I can't imagine why any submissive would not want to submit to you."
AJ watched Nick settle on his knees and he grabbed the pillow he'd gotten just for a submissive's knees, with this position. Once it was in place, he reached to Nick's face, thumb brushing his jaw and then ran his hand through the boy's hair, rest his fingers through the locks as he brushed his scalp gently. "Non-sexual is good and certainly less complicated, and with an attractive boy like you, I'm still adjusting to keeping myself at bay," he said honestly, "I want to be able to control all aspects of myself and I didn't quite expect to have to struggle between the ideas. I had read how they intertwine, but in my mind, I had them as such separate ideas. I don't want you to think I can't abide by your limits, because ultimately I can." He kept moving his fingers through Nick's hair, content with the small gesture and expected that Nick would move away if it made him uncomfortable. "You are good that you speak so openly and honest, and you say things like that, I want to kiss you and let you know through actions how much I appreciate your kind words. It reminds me that I am doing something right, to have the trust of a submissive like you and I want to fulfill the things you say. So sexual isn't something that makes me uncomfortable, but maybe... this is between us, Nick, but I haven't.. I'm inexperienced more than just a Dominant, but sexually, too."
Nick smiled gratefully as AJ gave him the pillow--he knew from experience with his presentation practice that kneeling even on carpet could be rough on his legs after a while, and it was nice to have something more cushioning underneath his joints. His smile only grew wider when he felt AJ's fingers twine their way into his hair, and he leaned into the gesture. He could be content there like that for as long as he wanted to pet him. "Sir," he began, looking up at the Dom. "I never once have thought you wouldn't be able to respect my limits, and I hope you know that I respect your limits, too. I think I... say a lot of things that sound fun to me without really thinking about them first, because then I realize that I'm not actually ready to do them. But I really think communication and honesty is important, so I will always speak up about what I need. And... I really like the thought of you kissing me, Sir, if that's something that you're comfortable with." He smiled reassuringly and felt honored that AJ had trusted him with that last bit of information. "You're not alone in that, Sir. I've... done a few things with people since I got here, but I haven't gone past hands, and I was completely inexperienced a month ago. I think you'd be surprised with how many people like us there are here."
The pub some five blocks from his office was the kind of pub that was constantly and consistently busy. The kind that was packed full regardless of the day or the time and was probably teetering on over capacity must of the time.
It was also the kind that constantly and consistently only played from the UK top 100 list.
A forgivable sin, since he liked a lot of those songs anyways.
Given how highly he regarded the bar, it was unsurprising that he’d be found there on s Friday night, after work – God knows he needed to relax after a day like that.
Rather thankfully, he caught the attention of the bartender not too long after he approached the bar. It was the norm to drink beer – probably his least favourite drink after white wine – so he ordered the lightest one he could think of: a corona.
It was in waiting for this drink (that he knew he wouldn’t finish) that he caught a familiar face. Somehow he looked older to Harry. It was probably the fact that he always overestimated how much younger AJ was in comparison to himself.
“AJ?” He crossed the room, calling out as soon as he was close enough to be heard. He laughed, “well look what the cat dragged in. How are you?” How’s work?
