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[shawn--johnson]

Jasco Reunion

“Stop. Before you say you’re sorry, just don’t. I’m not here for apologies.”

Scott froze in his tracks, mouth still agape as the beginning of an apology balanced on the tip of his tongue. It was the first time that they had been face to face since Scott left the exchange program, and up until now, text messages were the only link between the two of them. It was only natural that he wanted desperately to apologize the moment he set eyes on his past love. It was Jasper for goodness sake. He definitely had a lot to apologize for.

“I don’t want to do all of that shit right now, so please don’t. I came for one reason, and one reason only.”

Before Scott could put together a coherent response that wasn’t a redundant apology, Jasper was coming at him so quickly, he could only assume that it was for a slap. But instead, their lips met in a kiss that was anything but hesitant. It probably wasn’t planned, and Scott didn’t see it coming, but instinct kicked in seconds later. As though no time had passed, and they were still though dumb young kids making out in the kitchen of the exchange house until someone would inevitably break them up. But that wasn’t the case here; there was no one coming to interrupt them now.

With even less hesitation than before, Scott grabbed at the front of Jasper’s shirt and yanked him closer, simultaneously pulling him through the door of the apartment that immediately slammed behind them. Their lips formed together so perfectly, again as though it hadn’t been years since their last kiss. Scott had no intention of stopping this now, because for all he knew, it would be over for good the moment they pulled away from each other. They nearly made it all the way to the living room sofa before Jasper broke the kiss, and they both gasped for air. Jasper’s kisses always left him breathless, he couldn’t help it.

“I fucking missed you. That’s why I came.”

It took a few extra moments to register the words, as he realized they were a follow-up to his previous statement. Scott was almost afraid to open his eyes after that kiss, worried that he would somehow be waking up from a dream if he did. But when he looked back at Jasper, he knew he couldn’t be dreaming; this was too real. Still, he felt the need to keep his arms around the other man, keeping hold of the moment as long as he possibly could. A small smile taking form over his lips as he just.. looked at him.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not ready to just fall into bed with you, and you’re making it hard for me.”

With a laugh, Scott pulled back and took a seat on the couch, patting the spot beside him in an obvious way. “Alright, do you want to talk, then?” This was met with aggressive head-shaking as Jasper sat down beside him.

“No. No talking. I just want to.. I don’t know. I want to be with you for a while, no talking, no thinking.”

Nodding, Scott simply replied, “I think we can manage that.” He didn’t care what happened next, he was just glad they were together again. Whatever it led to.

[shawn--johnson]

Dirty Mouth // Shea & Emilio

EMILIO

Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine. A long day at work had Emilio craving some late night fun, and the bar he now stood inside seemed the perfect setting. Especially when he set eyes on the young woman behind the counter, tossing bottles and glasses around like it was nothing. It wasn’t like you saw in the movies, love at first sight bullshit, but it did give him a few thoughts he wouldn’t deny if asked.

              “Whiskey on the rocks, and keep ‘em coming.”

That’s all he said as he took a seat at the end of the bar, with a perfect view of the brunette. Perhaps it would be a decent night after all.

SHEA

Shea was in her own world, serving the few men still locked to the bar. The most busy hours were over but those still around were pushing back the alcohol like it was nothing -and no stopping. She found herself entertaining them with the tossing around. Hours and hours she had spent throwing bottles in the air with her co-worker -who she also happened to sleep with from time to time. They had ruined a lot of glasses, but their boss was nothing more than some rich fuck who owned the bar, simply so he could own it and he hardly minded them playing around after hours. Hell he cared that they emptied the half bar on their own, he would gladly join for that matter. Which made work and life a lot more fun.

The perfect place to work. And yet not the easiest place to be hired. Their boss could not stand anyone who would have a brain functioning below average and yet he also wanted good looking.  Female, in general. But two guys would occasionally join the Friday nights and she had one steady co worker at her side almost every Monday. This evening she was working with David, the only guy who was officially hired at this place. She got him to fix a cleaning job while she moved around refilling the many drinks. Whenever the new guy set foot in the place her eyes went up, briefly observing him before turning to her other customer. Few seconds after she moved in front of him, effortlessly preparing his drink before placing it down on the counter.

The first attractive male within her age rate had settled himself at the end of the bar. And she smiled, eyeing him for a little longer then necessary before turning herself around and serve the -a little impatient- man at the other side. His glass must have been only empty for a second before she returned and refilled his glass. This time adding another one.

”Cheers” She said as she took the second glass, raising it briefly before emptying it and moving away from him again. The less customers, the more time she would have to properly flirt with this man.

EMILIO

The bartender was quick to fill his order, which was a good thing since he was a fairly impatient man himself at times. Before he could offer up a thanks, the young woman was turning away and moving on to the next customer, so he didn’t bother speaking. Moments later, the glass was empty aside from a few ice cubes, and the woman with no name tag had returned to refill it.This time she managed to stick around a bit longer, even taking a drink herself.

          “Cheers,” he spoke with a raised brow, bringing the glass up to his lips.

Then she was off again. The loud music coming from an old-fashioned jukebox in the corner was a little distracting, but also served to relax him that much more. As Emilio took his time with this drink, his eyes wandered over the room, subtly taking note of each of the other men seated at the bar. It wasn’t a competition for her affection, that would be ridiculous. It was, however, a game to him. The look in her eyes told him that she may be willing to play, and he just wanted to see how many obstacles stood in his way.

The game was sex, more or less. The more men vying for her affections, the more challenging it was. The more challenging, the more fun. He pondered over his options, different game plans he may use with her tonight, as his eyes settled on her specifically now. Watching until she finally made her way down toward him once again. Quickly downing what was remaining in his glass, he raised his eyes to meet hers, tapping the rim with his index finger to imply he wanted more. When she moved to comply with his request, he leaned closer to speak up.

          “Will you be giving me a name to work with, or shall I make one up?”

                            Ding, ding. Round one was started.

SHEA

There had never been a  problem with drinking on the job as long as she was sober enough to serve and be entertaining enough for customers to stick around for some longer. She often found herself having a talk with her customers. Daily she received life stories of which some actually were interesting. The occasional talks and the people she got to meet at her job were probably what made her job interesting and fun enough to keep doing. She rarely did not feel like working, unlike at her previous job.

The occasional comments that flew through the air showed that those were not strange customers. In between refilling glasses and welcoming new customers she shared a couple of words with her known customers. But she was very observant and would make sure she was not slow on the serving. An occasional peeking at the handsome young man at the other end of the bar would not be left out.

”I am very curious with what you will come up with”

She stood in front of him, holding up the bottle as she waited for him to set his glass down. Her smile grew a little wider as he refilled the man’s glass. She had no problem handing him her name, but what would be the fun of that?  She leaned in and moved her lips to his ear, her lips curling up before she whispered.

”And if you would like to know my real name, you should work for it.”

EMILIO

Emilio had long ago mastered the teasing and flirting game, something he prided himself on. With girls as pretty as this one, and even a few guys if the opportunity presented itself, he was always on the prowl for a little bit of fun. Tonight was no different, and this one seemed to be just as keen on playing games. The way she leaned in close, her lips nearing the shell of his ear as he let a smirk play over his own lips. You should work for it. Challenge accepted.

“For now, I guess I will stick with.. beautiful.”

Of course, she had a job to do, and he wouldn’t expect her to drop everything just to pay him some attention. But working for it? That was okay, right? Aside from a few glances down at the drink before him, to gauge how much he was actually taking in, his eyes never really left her form. The way her outfit fit her.. just right. The way she leaned against the bar to speak with certain customers as she poured drink after drink, earning those tips that she probably lived off of. Being as flirtatious as she needed to be to keep them wanting more. It was all a show, he knew that.

Before long, she was making her way back over to him, and he couldn’t help but notice that his competition was slowly decreasing. One by one, the other customers made their way out into the night, and he was getting closer to having her to himself.

“How late ya working tonight, doll? Does your shift end early enough for you to cap off the night with some real fun?”

[shawn--johnson]

Caelum Writing Sample

Caelum’s gaze shifted quickly back and forth, between the body on the floor and the wall that was directly ahead of him. His mind was racing now, trying to figure out what was real and what was just in his imagination. Was any of this real? Had he been dreaming the last few months? His brother couldn’t actually be dead, could he? One more glance down and a pinch to his palm told him that this was very much real. That’s when his breathing got more rapid, and he could feel his heart practically caving in beneath his chest. This couldn’t be happening. He had just killed his brother. Sure, it was an idea they came up with together, but he was the one that let him go through with it. He killed his brother.

“Shit.. shit, shit, shit.”

He continued muttering under his breath, just staring at that same wall, before he freaked out altogether, turning and bolting for the door at the top of the stairs. He needed to get out of there, now. A few moments later and he was slamming the basement door behind him, trying to calm his breathing. This was really happening. How was he supposed to explain this to anyone? What would he tell Ricky? He closed his eyes as he sank to the floor, his back still pressed to the door behind him.

Before he could think about it much longer, his brother’s voice made its way into his brain, sounding angry as hell. Yelling at him. No, wait.. that wasn’t anger. That was excitement, and the voice wasn’t in his head. He opened his eyes slowly, and there in front of him stood his brother, grinning like a madman. Only a moment later, that grin soon fell flat, probably wearing the same expression Cal now held.

“You didn’t..” was all he heard, and Cal shook his head slowly, bringing his gaze back to the ground.

“I couldn’t do it.. I’m so sorry.” It was as much of an apology as he could manage, his mind was still racing, trying to process everything that was going on. His brother was dead, but he was standing here in front of him, and what excitement had been expressed just moments before, had now turned to the anger he’d expected earlier.

“I can’t believe you. You promised me! Cal, what the hell? I can’t believe you!” That was all he really gathered, because his brother was speaking so fast, and so loudly. It all became too much, and soon enough, Cal could feel himself blacking out again.

[shawn--johnson]

Aurora Writing Sample

❝Bang.❞

The first shot rang out, barely missing the group as evidenced by the large hole in the tree to their left. Aurora wasn’t very quick to react, but her parents definitely were. While her mother threw herself atop of her daughter to protect her from any further blows, her father turned in the direction the shot had come from, in hopes of finding the shooter. However, it was too late to worry about who was firing, because soon after the first shot came several others, all aimed at them. That’s when Rory’s dad turned back to them and began pulling them up off of the ground, shoving them in the opposite direction.

❝Run! Take Rory and run! Go!❞

Those were the last words she ever heard her father speak, because as she and her mother did as they were told, he faced the hunters on headfirst. With what abilities he had, and how much experience he held under his belt, holding them off long enough for his family to escape wasn’t too much of a problem. Of course, he knew full well that he wouldn’t be making it out of there alive. Sacrifices had to be made for the ones you loved; that’s what Aurora always reminded herself from that day on.

The two women made their way as quickly as they could, completely passing up the home they’d made for themselves in San Francisco, and moving into the next town. And then the next. Barely stopping to catch their breath when necessary. Hours later, they managed to find shelter at a secluded motel, and got settled as best as they could for a short while. The past catches up no matter what, though, and the hunters found them just as easily as before. As soon as Anastasia caught on to their presence, she told her daughter to run. This time, alone.

❝Go, dear. Go now, and hurry. Be safe, for us.❞

And those, too, were the last words spoken by her mother. Never again would Aurora hear the voices of her parents, aside from the memories she held onto. From that moment forward, she knew it was up to her to take care of herself. It had become almost second nature by that point, so it wouldn’t be too difficult. Now there was just the added concern of being hunted down, watching her back every corner she turned.

And then the war began.

[shawn--johnson]

Jessie Writing Sample

Brrrrriiiiiiiing. It’s Friday afternoon, school’s out for the weekend and everyone is ready for the break from schoolwork. While most of her classmates hurried out into the hallway to gather with the rest of the herd, Jessie hung back a bit, slowly gathering her belongings to make sure she didn’t forget anything. That’s happened before, and it’s not fun leaving something important at school for an entire weekend. By the time she was finally heading for the door, she realized that she was alone, and that even the teacher had gone. This was nothing new, of course, and she didn’t mind being the last one out.

Joining the crowds in the hallway, she struggled to pull her cell phone out of the smallest pocket on her backpack as she was shoved in several different directions at the same time. When she finally managed to hold onto it for more than a second, she turned it on and opened up a new text message, including each of her brothers in the recipients section.

[Who’s taking me home today?]

After hitting send, she dropped it back into the pocket and focused on getting out through the double doors at the front of the building, hopefully with no physical damage. A few more steps and they were all free, everyone heading in every direction imaginable to begin their weekends of fun. Jessie, however, stayed behind to wait for a response from one of her siblings. Finally her phone went off, a text from Freddy.

[You’re on your own today.]

That was it, no explanation or alternative. Sighing to herself, the young blonde tucked her phone away once again and slung the bag over her shoulders.“Looks like I’m walking. Again.” No, it wasn’t the first time. No, it wouldn’t be the last. And no, she wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

[shawn--johnson]

Dane Writing Sample

No drug deal could have prepared him for this. Of course, Dane had heard the horror stories of deals going very, very bad, but he’d never actually been on the end of one; it was a proud fact. In all of the thoughts running through his head at this point, one was that a bad drug deal probably would have ended a lot better than this did. For one, if they had done it right, he would already be dead by now. If only he were so lucky.

The sounds of the city were muffled now, and he wasn’t quite sure if that was due to the nearing unconsciousness, the beatings he endured closest to his ears, or the city actually being somewhat quiet for a change. Though it almost definitely wasn’t the last one, because what were the odds of that happening? Before he even had a chance to realize what had happened to him that night, not that it was all that hard to figure out, he could hear the faint footsteps of someone approaching. Not just someone, several people, it appeared. The thought that they were actually much closer than they sounded didn’t even occur to him for a bit.

But then he felt the teeth sinking into his skin. And again. Several sets of jaws seemed to be biting into him all at once, the pain becoming more dull each time, but still very prominent. He didn’t even have the energy to cry out, just groan quietly in response. Eventually, the feeling of himself losing consciousness grew, his vision was almost entirely gone, and all he could hear was quiet music playing. The music was probably only in his head, though. The feeling he focused most on was the one of relief. Soon this would all be over, this was surely the end. Dane could practically see Death’s bony arms reaching out for him, and he was ready to go into the darkness now.

If only he were so lucky.

[shawn--johnson]

Angela Writing Sample

Ever since Angela found out the truth about Covaire City, she had been hesitant to even leave her apartment, wanting nothing more than to just drown herself in her work and pretend that none of it was real. However, occasionally, the people she worked under would ask her to make short trips to locations nearby, to run small errands. Never did she ask questions, she knew better than that; it had just become a part of her job at times. Today was no different. Angela had a few manila folders in hand, and while they weren’t very obviously stamped with “CONFIDENTIAL”, she knew that taking a peek would not be worth it. She was to take them to their intended recipient, hand them over to that person specifically, and that was it. No others should be involved, and as always, no questions asked.

Today, the destination she was given was a place called the Dominion. As eery as the name made it sound, it wasn’t really all that spooky in reality; it was a glorified city hall, really. Despite knowing that she would be okay getting in and out, Angela was still more nervous than anything. At this point, she was always scared of doing the wrong thing, especially in the presence of important people (which was pretty much anyone she came in contact with these days). This trip really was a short one, though, because in a matter of moments the folders had traded hands and she was being shooed back out, stumbling over herself just to get back out to the street. Nothing to be nervous about after all, she thought. And then came the scream.

Just walk, Angela. Nothing good can come of that, just walk. Get back to work.

While her mind was saying one thing, her feet began following completely opposite instructions, and suddenly she was heading in the direction of the scream. It had just been the one, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad when she got there. That was her hope, anyway. That’s how she ended up at the Chateau, somewhere she had never dared to explore before that day. It must have been obvious that she wasn’t meant to be there, but even so, the guards merely gave a suspicious glance in her direction before allowing her to walk freely through the building. Of course, she knew they would be keeping tabs on her all the same.

Angela hadn’t been walking for long, maybe a few strides, before she came across the first of many, many cells. This wasn’t at all like she imagined months ago, when she pictured people being held in cages. This was nothing at all like she had imagined. As she peered into the first cell, one that held a man that looked around her age, she wondered if she’d been right. Was this some sort of lab rat situation that she’d happened upon? It was too far from The Factory to be related, right? That’s when the man took notice of her, and he retreated to his cot, almost fearful. From the looks of it, he wasn’t well fed or well groomed. Now she was the one who was scared, worried about what she might have stumbled upon. And then one of the guards approached her.

“You want that one? I’ll get him out for ya, just say the word.”

“Excuse me?” Angela was taken aback, confused more than anything.

“You seemed interested, I assumed you were here to rent. Do you want that one?”

Shaking her head, she took a few steps back in the direction that she’d just come from. It took a moment to be able to mumble a “no, thank you” before she was turning and walking quickly toward the front entrance. Maybe she could make a clean getaway, without raising any questions. Aside from the many she now had, of course. What the hell had she stumbled on? Renting people? Was that even really a person? Every time she learned something new about this place, she feared even more for her own life, and this was no different. What if that’s what they had planned for her when she no longer was useful to them? Was that what she was headed for? Pushing all thoughts away, she decided to focus on getting back to work safely. That was her safe place, and she was probably overthinking, anyway. She just needed to get back safe and sound.

[shawn--johnson]

Shattered Inhibitions || Axel & Vanessa

[shawn--johnson]

Shattered Inhibitions || Axel & Vanessa

Tossing his phone on the bed, Axel pulled on a shirt and his shoes hurriedly, not even pulling on a jacket because he simply didn’t have the time for that. Grabbing his phone before glancing out and down the hallways, he exited his room and carefully shut the door behind him, not wanting to cause any more attention to himself than necessary. Shoving his fists into his pockets, he kept his gaze down upon the ground as he crossed the campus to Vanessa’s room. This had been just what he needed, something to alleviate the pressure that had been shrouding his shoulders as of late, something to clear the clouds from his mind.

Pushing his way through the door to Prentiss Hall, a cocky smile tugged up the corners of his lips as the look of anticipation came to his eyes. Time spent with Vanessa was time well spent, and Axel ran hand through his hair as he approached her door. Inhaling only slightly, Axel grasped the cool door knob tightly as he twisted it and opened the door, shutting it behind him but only having eyes for V. Without saying a word, he walked over to her to clutch her close in a passionate kiss before breaking it with a teasing smile. Taking his wallet and phone out of his pockets, Axel tossed them on the side table before turning back to Vanessa. “Long time no see,” he said in a low, gravelly voice.

[shawn--johnson]

Ryker was worried at first that he had made a huge mistake when he kissed her and he felt her hands against his chest as if she was going to push him away but she barely nudge him. Once Ryker felt Vanessa ease into him he wrapped his free arm around her waist and kissed her deeply. He had waited every since his last kiss with her to be able to be this close again. Ever inch of love he still had inside his body was being poured into this kiss. 

Ryker reluctantly let Vanessa step away from the kiss but his arm was still wrapped around her waist. His hand around her neck dropped as he heard her speak. Barely, and he almost didn’t catch it but the smile that was produced upon his face clearly showed he had. "You just started the apocalypse V." He joked as he kissed her forehead softly. "I’m sorry." He mumbled. 

[shawn--johnson]

Don’t be disgusting Vanessa. I was merely saying that you have no ground to stand on with this whole situation since you are fucking someone else! Of course that isn’t what I want to hear! For fuck sakes Vanessa, do you want me to leave then, do you want us to never speak again because it seems like you’d be better of without me. Oh god’s open up the heaven’s gates because it would be a sin if Vanessa Simons was wrong. All hell on earth would rain if that was to happen. Yes, if you can’t stand there and look me in the eyes and tell me that you still love me, you are just going to have to deal. [Ryker’s fist were clench, however he’d never hit V, ever. They were inches a part and he had no idea what came over him, his hand was reaching out before he could stop it, his lips crashed onto hers without another word spoken.]

[shawn--johnson]

I want us to go back to how we were, I am so sick to death of fighting all the time. I don’t talk to you all the time because you seemed to be too busy with everyone else. I mean, fuck! When were you going to tell me about Axel huh? I had to hear it from the prick himself. I didn’t want you to be happy for me, I didn’t even think you’d care really. 

Just because you can’t have me? That’s a load of bullshit V and you know it. YOU left me. YOU broke my heart. I couldn’t stand not having you in my life at all, so I am stuck with having you as a friend and by the end of this conversation, I don’t even know if I will have that. So don’t you dare stand there and tell me that you don’t want me with anyone else. It’s not fair, you don’t want me to love you but you don’t want me to love anyone else. How miserable do I have to be before you realize.

[shawn--johnson]

Well you could have spoken to me V. I told you so that I had someone to talk to. I thought that’s what friends do. I don’t know where I stand with you anymore, that’s the dumb part.

Really, because it’s all anyone seems to be talking to me about. Why though, why were you upset?! 

[shawn--johnson]

If you cared, you wouldn’t have said anything. You promised me, I trusted you. I wasn’t aiming to make you jealous at all V. In fact, I didn’t think you would be bothered by it so much. Why are you bothered by it so much?

It’s Skye, you and I both know she would tell everyone. Do you realise how much trouble I could be in? I could lose everything you know.  

[shawn--johnson]

Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I am talking about. You even just proved it by saying her name.

I told you because I thought you had the right to know, considering I have no idea what the fuck is happening between us. But whatever reason you decided to open your mouth and destroy the trust I had in you, I hope you didn’t forget one thing. You ended it V, so you have no right to be angry. 

[shawn--johnson]

Vanessa, how could you. I trusted you. You pinky promised me.

I don’t even know if I want to be around you right now. 

[shawn--johnson]

brotherly love // everage

everett: Everett was sitting on his bed, back pressed against the wall as he brought the bottle to his lips once more, taking a long sip before setting it back on his lap. He’d been like this for most of the day, though he’d just started drinking a short time earlier. Nobody usually came to see him, and he didn’t bother going out to see anyone, either. He preferred being alone ever since Gage practically abandoned him.

Gage: Gage felt bad after the fight he had had with Everett the other day, but seeing all the slaves getting beat up helped clue Gage back into reality that he was being used as a sex slave. Most people here would never get to their family again, even though he hated that his brother was here too, it was nice to have him there and he had been a total dick. Gage left Mary’s cabin and locked the door behind him. He walked over to Everett’s cabin and knocked on the door.

everett: When Everett heard the knock on his door, his first instinct was to shout, “Go away!” But after a moment, he sighed and rose from the bed, moving over to open the door. “Oh, it’s you,” he said quietly as he saw Gage standing there. He hesitated before stepping aside to let him in, closing the door behind him. “What brings you to my wonderful home? Get sick of your master already?”

Gage: The boy tapped his foot on the wooden deck outside of the cabin. When Everett opened the door, Gage looked up at him hopefully and came in and sat on Everett’s roommates bed. “I…no….I just missed you….” He said, letting out a sigh of guilt.

everett: Everett frowned before moving to sit on his own bed, looking across at his brother. He held his gaze for a few moments, then looked down at his lap. “I missed you, too.” He bit his lip slightly, then took another sip of his drink, holding the bottle out to the other boy. “You want some? I stole it from the bar.”

Gage: Gage tried to hide the smile that crossed his face when Everett said that he missed him too. He got up and went over and hugged his brother. “Yes please.” He said taking the bottle from the other boy and took a long drink from it. It was just what he needed. Gage handed the bottle back to his brother. “Thanks.”

everett: Everett was caught off guard by the hug, but happily returned it, keeping an arm around him when Gage pulled away. After losing him once already, he didn’t want to risk letting him go so soon again. He smirked as he watched his brother drink from the bottle, then took a sip himself. “Well, would you look at that? I’m rubbing off on you. You’re a little rebel just like me now,” he added, nudging his shoulder.

Gage: Gage smiled and leaned into his brother as he had his arm around him. “You make it sound like I’ve never drank before” he said with a chuckle. It was nice for the two of them to just sit together, they hasn’t done that in a while. Even when they were at home, they ignored each other.

everett: Everett laughed and shook his head, bumping his head gently with his own. “True, but I’ve never gotten you drunk before. Let’s see how much of an influence I can be.” He lifted the bottle up once more and took a long swig, before handing it over to Gage. “Drink up, baby bro.”

Gage: Gage smiled and watched his brother drink from the bottle. “I’m a lightweight, so it shouldn’t take too much” he said with a small chuckle. The boy took the bottle from him and took a good gulp from it. When the alcohol hit him, his eyes went wide for a second. “whoa.”

everett: He laughed and took the bottle back, taking one more drink before setting it on his lap and laying back. “Be careful, someone could take advantage of poor, drunk Gage.” He smirked and nudged Gage’s leg with his foot. “How’re things with Mary? I met her, she seems alright.”

Gage: Gage laughed lightly. “Trust me, the only person who wants me is Mary and I wouldnt mind her taking advantage of me” he said with a smile, taking the bottle from him and take a sip, then laying back beside his brother. “Mary’s really nice to be honest. I think she actually cares about me.” he said, looking at his brother.

everett: Everett shrugged as he turned on his side to face Gage, shrugging slightly. “I dunno, man.. she’s part of the reason we’re here. Do you really believe she could care about you?” He set the bottled between them on the bed and shook his head. “There’s a difference, Gage. I care about you. She uses you.”

Gage: When Everett turned, Gage mirrored him and turned as well so he was facing his twin. Gage shrugged lightly. “I wish I could say that she did, but i’m not sure. I know she cares for me, but I don’t know to what extent” he said, sighing. He looked at Everett. “I care about you too.”

everett: He frowned as he thought about it, he couldn’t stand the idea that this woman was using Gage like that. He was too naive, as far as Everett was concerned, so he couldn’t see that none of this was real. It wasn’t normal to have feelings in this sort of place, especially since she was paying to keep them there. He shook it off and smiled slightly, reaching over to poke his brother. “Now I know you’ve been drinking too much. Since when do you admit that stuff to me?”

Gage: Gage looked at his brother. He knew that Everett was disappointed in him, but he wished that he could show him how loving Mary was to him. He smiled at Everett. “I always tell you that stuff. When we used to go to bed I would tell you I love you and even now I still whisper it even though were not in the cabin.” he mentioned.

everett: Everett could feel his cheeks growing warmer, and he wasn’t even sure why, but subconsciously he moved closer to his brother. “That’s weird, man.” He grinned and shook his head, looking back up at him. “You know what’s weirder? I actually imagine you saying it sometimes.. and then I’ll tell you to shut up so I can sleep. But then I’ll roll over and tell you I love you, too.”

Gage: Gage smiled when he heard his brother tell him what he did. He moved closer to his brother and took a quick sip from the bottle. He could really feel the alcohol affecting him now. Gage put an arm over Everett and pulled him close so their bodies were pressed against one another. He buried his face into his brothers neck and mumbled, “I love you.”

everett: Everett was surprised when Gage moved closer to him, even more so when the arm was slipped around him and pulled him closer. As he heard Gage speak up, he smiled a little bigger and nodded. “I love you, too,” he replied quietly, not bothering to mask it with some sarcastic or rude remark. “And I’m not leaving you, alright?” He then leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Gage: Gage smiled wide when Everett admitted his love. He hugged onto his brother and listened to him speak. “I won’t leave you either.” he said, moving his head to look up at his brother. Instead of Everett’s kiss landing on his cheek, Gage’s moving caused him to kiss the other boy on the lips. Gage moved his head back quickly, a bit surprised by what had just happened.

everett: It didn’t seem odd to Everett when the kiss happened, though he didn’t even know it was happening, really. He hadn’t realized what happened until Gage pulled away, and when he did, his eyes widened a bit, before he relaxed again. Then without hesitation, and before he could even think about what he was doing, he leaned forward and pressed his lips back to the other’s.

Gage: Gage was a bit taken back when Everett kissed him again. He wasn’t used to the affection he was receiving from his brother, but part of him liked it. Gage kissed Everett back and held the boy against him.

everett: Everett wasn’t even sure what he was doing, and a big part of him wasn’t quite aware that this was his brother laying beside him. But the small part that was very much aware, for whatever reason, didn’t care. Because right now, Gage was the only person who seemed to care about him, and he’d missed him so much. So even with these thoughts running through his mind, he still couldn’t help himself from bringing his hand up to rest at the side of his neck, leaning into him a bit more as he held the kiss a bit longer.

Gage: Gage smiled into the kisses. It didn’t really occur to him that he was kissing his brother, just that he was being kissed. Gage moved his hand to Everett’s lower back and slightly lifted up his shirt. He ran his fingers along the boy’s exposed skin softly.

everett: Everett couldn’t help but sigh softly at the light touches, breaking the kiss briefly as he looked back up at the other boy, his vision now slightly hindered. “Gage..” he mumbled, before reaching over to push up his shirt a bit, trying, but failing, to get it off. Instead, he pulled back and removed his own shirt, tossing it aside.

Gage: The boy put his hand on Everett’s chest and ran it down to his waist. Gage pushed Everett onto his bed and straddled him. He pulled his shirt off over his head and leaned down and kissed Everett lightly.

everett: Everett gasped softly as he was pushed back, both surprised and excited further when Gage moved atop of him. He had a fleeting moment of ‘what the hell is going on’ but didn’t pay much attention to it, because the next thing he knew, their lips met once more. And with that, he was gone. He wanted this, his body was making that clear. And as far as he could tell, whether he realized it or not, Gage did too. Without thinking about it, out of instinct, he brought his hips up to meet the other’s, nipping gently at his lower lip.

Gage: Gage’s breathing got heavier as he continued to kiss Everett. He moved his hips against Everett’s, hoping to stimulate him. The younger boy ran his fingers through the other boy’s hair and started kissing his neck. This felt so wrong, but so right at the same time.

everett: He let out a soft moan as he felt the lips against his neck, a reaction he wasn’t expecting to give just yet but couldn’t hold back. He brought one hand up to tangle in the other boy’s hair, tugging gently at the ends, before he took hold of his waist as he flipped them over. When he was on top, he moved one leg to either side of his waist, straddling his hips now. As he leaned down to kiss softly along his jaw, he spoke up quietly once more. “I love you,” and while he wasn’t sure why he was repeating it now, he felt he had to. As if to justify his actions.

Gage: Gage smiled to himself when Everett moaned. It was only his second time doing something with another guy and he wanted to make sure he was pleasing his partner. He bit his lip when Everett straddled him, feeling the weight of the boy’s hips on his felt good. The boy shivered lightly as kisses were delivered on his jaw. He brought his hand up and tangled his fingers in Everett’s hair. “I love you too.” he whispered back.

everett: Everett moved his lips down along his jaw to his neck, where he nipped lightly. His hands began moving slowly along the other boy’s chest, before stopping at the waistband of his jeans, and he tugged gently as he quickly unbuttoned them. He pulled back slightly to look down at Gage, his hands taking hold of his jeans before pulling them down slowly, glancing back up at the other to make sure he was okay with this.

Gage: Gage’s breathing hitched when Everett undid his jeans. He looked up at the boy, then down at his waist. He kept his hand tangled in the boys hair and when he waited for the go-ahead, Gage confirmed he wanted it by leaning up and kissing him on the lips passionately.

everett: Everett smirked against his lips, returning the kiss as he slipped his tongue between parted lips briefly before pulling back again. When he had his jeans off, he dropped them to the floor, then sat up long enough to get his own pants off. He then went back to paying full attention to Gage, pressing another soft kiss to his lips as he slipped one hand under the fabric of his boxers, running it lightly against his length.

Gage: Gage pulled on Everett’s hair lightly when his tongue slipped into his mouth. He blushed lightly when his pants were pulled off and he watched as the other boy removed his own pants. He wrapped his arms around his neck again when he returned to kissing him. This time, Gage slipped his tongue into Everett’s mouth. He let out a soft moan when he felt his length being touched.

everett: Everett took hold of his length and began tugging slowly, Gage’s moan causing his entire body to burn hotter. As he continued moving his hand against him, his other hand reached down to push his boxers down his legs a bit. After a short while, he pulled back long enough to get them off completely, then did the same with his own boxers, tossing them both aside before settling himself between the other boy’s legs. He placed both hands on his hips, one thumb trailing small circles against his hip bone. He looked up to meet the other boy’s gaze, silently asking for permission to continue.

Gage: Gage moaned a bit louder as Everett began tugging his length. He watched Everett remove both of their boxers and position himself. He bit his lip and nodded at the other boy. The thumb trailing on his hip bone was soothing and helped reassure him that he wasn’t going to hurt him.

everett: When he got the go ahead to continue, he slowly pushed into him, careful not to be too rough or anything, because even though he had been drinking quite a bit, he was still sober enough to know not to hurt him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the other’s, pausing once he was fully in to give him a bit of time to adjust. After a few moments, he pulled back, before pushing into him again, starting off in a slow, but steady, rhythm.

Gage: Gage let out a few whimpers as Everett pushed inside of him. Even though Everett wasn’t the first person to enter him there, it still hurt a bit. He kissed him back and held onto him, trying to relax a bit and waiting for the pain to subside. Once the pain was gone, he felt the boy begin to slowly move in and out. Gage bit his lip trying to muffle his moans.

everett: Everett kissed down along his jaw and neck, before moving lightly along his shoulder, nipping gently as he went. He let out a low groan of his own, beginning to move a bit faster. He pulled back a bit to look down at his, looking down at that face that, even now while his vision was hindered, looked so similar to his own. And yet, he they seemed so different, and this didn’t seem so wrong. He moved one hand up, brushing his thumb lightly against his lower lip, then against his cheek, before resting at the side of his neck. He then leaned down and kissed him once more, briefly before he pulled back again, quickening the pace of his thrusts again.

Gage: “Ah!” Gage moaned. His partner’s member kept hitting his g-spot and it was driving him crazy. The boy kept letting out more and more moans with each thrust. He held Everett’s face in his neck but let go when he moved to kiss him. Gage gripped onto Everett’s arms when the pace quickened

everett: Gage’s moans were driving him insane, only leaving him wanting more, somehow. He began to feel that familiar push on his abdomen, and just as quick as he realized it, he couldn’t hold himself back much longer. He came with a loud moan, his nails digging into the other boy’s side slightly.

  From there, we will assume that they finished up, then Gage managed to get back to Mary’s cabin.