( noun )
1: something in fashion, as at a particular time: short hairdo's were the vogue in the twenties.
2: popular currency, acceptance or favor; popularity: the book is having a great vogue.

Welcome to Vogue Magazine, located in the fashion empire; Paris, France. Here you'll find the best of the fashion world: the top models, the most wanted photographers, the most insipiring journalists, but most importantly, you'll find Ivonne Priesley...

Her mother, Miranda Priesley, took the New York Segment of Vogue only two short years ago and handed Paris right into the lap of her only daughter. Young, beautiful, caniving, and intelligent, she is the talk of Paris...or more like she owns Paris. People know not to cross her unless they want their entire reputation torn apart through the prestigious magazine. If you want to make it to the top, you'll have to crawl through fire to get to the devil herself.

GLAMOUR. FAME. ENVY. FASHION.
How far would you go to get to the top?
get ready for the affair in

Carmen didn't want to wake up, but someone had said her name. Maybe if I just keep my eyes closed... She though as she pondered ways to get the person to go away. Though, the voice had sounded familiar. Very, very familiar. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled vaguely at Aiden. "Hey, Aiden." Her pupils were the size of a pen point and she knew it. There was no use in even trying to stand up so she remained seated on the floor with Aiden standing over her and people gawking at them. Mainly her of course since she'd been sitting there for god knows how long.

Her phone began vibrating in her pocket. She opened it and closed it. She didn't care who it was. She was staring back up at the most adorable gay guy ever and she wasn't about to ruin that moment of a reunited acquaintance, well, more of a friend that kept disappearing. Though, that could have been her that kept disappearing. She always did. There were so many people that she'd run out on and abandoned completely. A twisting feeling approached her gut as she thought about all the people in her past. They were all so nice, some not, but some were so amazing that it was a shame that she'd never see them again.

Carmen sighed and looked back up at Aiden. "Long time no talk, eh? What have you been up to Aiden boyy?" She laughed. She was always so much out there than usual when she was high, but she was so calm and subtle about everything. Usually. There were times like this when she would be loud, but it didn't help that people were still staring at her. Why the fuck did people always have to stare at her? She wasn't that strange, was she? Maybe she was and she just never realized it. Whatever. It didn't matter. Hah, at least this time she didn't have a need for band aids. She thought about where she'd put that box anyways. They were probably laying in her bedroom somewhere waiting to be found again just like everything else in her mess of a room. Everything always got lost in there, but that wasn't a surprise because she was a generally messy person.

“perfection is defined
when your heart beats next to mine
and time stands still for us.
my hand in your hair,
and yours on my chest.”



Twirling a stray lock of hair around his finger Joscelin chewed fretfully at his bottom lip as he glanced up surreptitiously at Aiden through the thick fringe of dark, boyish lashes, his lips twisted to the side briefly as he stroked the hand that had been twirling the dark lock of hair around his finger down Aiden’s side with a quiet sigh. Aiden was going to think he was stupid –– or realize that he knew exactly what Jos was talking about and feel the same way. Huffing softly Joscelin simply settled for hiding his face away in Aiden’s neck, his lips continuing to trail soft, wet patterns over the boy’s pale skin until his rosy little lips were numb from the slow friction. “Because nobody ever wants me,” he replied quietly, the faint quiver of tears rising in his voice as the stupid things prickled at the backs of his eyes, a quiet whimper given as he curled his arms around the boy’s neck, hoping for the best but expecting the worse. He hadn’t ever allowed himself to get so close to another boy––physically or emotionally–– at any cost, the constant shut downs were like those little metal target ducks at a carnival, ping, ping, ping! Congratu-fucking-lations, here’s your prize! Jos had spent so many nights trying so desperately to make those stupid boys see that he wasn’t so bad. But nobody wanted him, they wanted that pretty hazel eyed boy who’d set them up: Seth. Shaking his head, Jos slowly uncurled himself ever so slightly and managed to wiggle away from the small burrow he’d made of Aiden’s chest, if not just a few centimeters, his small face angled up so that his warm brown eyes were aimed up at Aiden’s own pretty hazel eyes, the ghost of a smile twitching at his lips sympathetically. “You’re different.” he promised softly, pulling Aiden’s face down to his own level with the gentleness of a butterfly’s wing against a flower petal, their lips meeting tenderly as Joscelin turned away from himself internally, afraid that his call might just be off the slightest inch in the wrong direction and Aiden was going to cause so much more turmoil than all of the other boys combined.

Could Jos handle that?

When Aiden pulled his hands away so that his palms and fingertips were hardly touching him, Jos thought that he’d imagined it all. Leave it to Joscelin to fall asleep on the sofa while he had company–– and then have very explicit dreams about that certain company. But it all felt so real: Aiden’s mouth on his own, the distant warmth of the other boy’s body, and the splitting heading roaring in the back of his mind like a hungry tiger. “No,” Joscelin whimpered frantically against Aiden’s lips, giving up on relaxing back against the doorjamb and suddenly surging forward, his arms curled around Aiden’s waist as he nestled himself against the other boy’s chest and twined a set of finger’s through his hair, his desperate kissing losing its frantic edge as he became more playful, more experimental. When Aiden’s hand curled into a loose fist around the fabric at his ribs, Jos giggled childishly and began to try and remove Aiden’s belt with the other boy noticing just exactly what his hand was doing wandering below their hips, one arm still curled protectively about the boy’s neck as he guided them blindly on towards his bed in all it’s hot pink and black glory. One Aiden’s belt had been successfully discarded with minimal fuss from the boy that it had adorned, Joscelin had begun feeling quite devious as they stumbled drunkenly––quite literally, actually xD––towards Jos’ bed, one cool finger tracing just above the sagging hip of the faded denim jeans, the boy’s hip warm and waiting.. And then they were on the bed.

Joscelin’s conscience was in an all out panicking frenzy, moaning on in a horrible wail in the back of his mind; unintelligible thoughts that all held some drunken slur, maybe that was why he had such a headache. If he could just get that stupid voice to shut up for a few hours he was sure he’d feel better, and if he felt better then he could have more fun playing with Aiden. Giggling with childish innocence, Jos blinked up at Aiden with something akin to tender adoration sparkling in his dark eyes–– it couldn’t be mistaken for those pesky bathroom lights, anymore. Still spouting random peals of warm laughter, Jos couldn’t help but to grin up at the boy lying in his bed like a kid in a candy store, his fingers curling into loose sections of dark, shaggy hair as he managed to push himself upwards, his lips tying into Aiden’s own in a chaste little kiss, pulling away before his lips decided that they weren’t quite satisfied with lying still against Aiden’s. Wiggling softly atop the tangled sheets as Aiden burrowed his face away into Jos’ shoulder, Jos hummed absently as he managed to crook his head just right and dust a few sloppily maneuvered kisses to the warm shell of Aiden’s blushing ear poking out of the boy’s wild mop of black hair, his nose wrinkled adorably as he buried his face into that dark haven, trying to get enough of that strawberry smell so that he’d remember it forever. When Aiden’s mouth returned to his neck to make sure that it was included in their play, Jos thought that surely there had to be a limit as to how red a person face could possibly get without bursting the blood veins in their cheeks as he moaned quietly under the torment of the other boy’s mouth, and growing redder still. Panting softly as Aiden pulled away Jos blinked unseeing up at the ceiling until he felt Aiden lick his cheek softly, his fingers curling loosely into Aiden’s hair, the sparse styling products grating against his skin in the most delicious way, warm bursts of childish laughter billowing up from his perfect little mouth as he gazed up at Aiden curiously, an eyebrow cocked teasingly. “Meow?” Joscelin’s voice held just the right amount of childish innocence as he broke down into a fit of soft laughter once more, his fingers reaching up to smooth over the smooth skin of Aiden’s cheek, his lips stretching up to meet the other boy’s own softly before he murmured a soft, abashed apology and fell back into the airy mattress, his tired muscles rejoicing. “Oh, psh,” Cocking one eye open, Jos peered up at Aiden incredulously before letting his arms fall away from the other boy’s neck and stretching kittenishly, his small hands curled into two fists and his pink tongue unfurling from his lips as he arched his back up off the bed before yawning and smiling lopsidedly up at Aiden, one arm reflexively curling up to circle Aiden’s waist as he cuddled himself against as much of the other boy as he could possibly manage. Joscelin’s eyes had slipped closed against, the soft tremors that had begun to curl in his arms and raise gooseflesh subsiding in Aiden’s close proximity, his warm brown eyes fluttered open as Aiden’s lips tentatively touched his own, sending an electric current through his body and curling in his stomach, and his body stirred in reaction; Jos was suddenly wide awake. Pushing himself into an awkward half sitting position, Jos suddenly pressed his lips into Aiden’s own, his hand curled against the boy’s neck as his tongue tentatively swept out, grazing of Aiden’s lip like he was licking icing from his fingertips, though as Aiden bit at his tongue, Joscelin’s resulting laughter ruined the intimate moment and he sprawled back onto the mattress, still bubbling over with bright peals of laughter.

And then Aiden was topless.

Jos stared up in open speculation at Aiden’s shirtless body, his eyes the size of saucers as he eyed the boy’s naked upper body, curiously reaching out to run his fingers just below the line of stars on Aiden’s collar bone. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his eyes didn’t actually fall out. Sitting up, Jos cocked his head absently and eyes Aiden’s lap for a fleeting moment before slowly slinking across the almost nonexistent space separating them on the mattress and simply crawling into the boy’s lap so that he was facing Aiden, his hands resting on either of the boy’s shoulders as he curled his small legs about Aiden’s hips, a slender finger slowly tracing the outline of each star with the audacity of a curious child. Unhooking his legs from around Aiden’s hips, Jos bit his lip thoughtfully before suddenly pushing Aiden flat on his back, blushing furiously as he slowly leant forwards, his lips grazing over each of the star tattoos with deliberate slowness. “One.. Two…” His breath fell in hot little bursts over individual stars as he slowly counted them out with his lips, only able to get to two before he forgot what he was doing, his lips perched to one side as he blinked down at the dark black ink against Aiden’s milky white skin. And then slowly and very deliberately, he moved to the boy’s neck and took the delicate skin there between his teeth and began sucking at it for a few long moments before he pulled away, giggling with childish bliss and blushing a brilliant crimson color at the intentional hickey he had made.

As Aiden poked his stomach, Jos nearly jumped out of his own skin, tears automatically prickling in the backs of his eyes as he stared down at Aiden with a hurt and confused expression, his lower lip jutting out just the tiniest bit and trembling gently every few seconds, though as soon as Aiden’s fingers began to carefully push the fabric of his bright red shirt upwards, he sucked in a sharp gasp. Oh. Jos immediately blushed and burst out into soft, nervous laughter as he heard Aiden speaking, his slender fingers curled gently around the other boy’s forearms as he shifted slightly atop Aiden’s hips, squirming softly in an attempt to find a more..comfortable position sitting perched on the other boy. “Pshh, I am not a stripper, it’s your turn!” Bursting into bright laughter, Jos wrinkled his nose cutely and leaned down, one hand pressed above Aiden’s heart as he pressed a delicate kiss to Aiden’s lips before lifting his lips and placing a doting peck to the tip of Aiden’s nose before he sat back and drew small circles around the boy’s navel with the tip of one finger, a crooked smile perched on his lips. “But I helped you! Plus you‘d make a good stripper,” he pointed out brightly, having no intention at all in keeping his clothes on if Aiden wanted them off, his bottom lip puckering out into a childish pout before he carefully flicked a nervous glanced towards his bedroom door, afraid that someone might be lurking just around the corner waiting to jump out and scream ‘boo!’. Suddenly wary of invisible onlookers, Jos hesitated for a few brief seconds more before he sat back on his haunches and crossed his arms over his stomach, pulling his top off in one fluid movement, his skin instantly rippling in gooseflesh in reaction to the sudden change in temperature, his warm brown eyes widening as he suddenly dove down and nuzzled himself against as much of Aiden as possible, his naturally pale tan complexion appearing washed out in the struggling rays of moonlight that crept in through the one curtained window cast off in the far corner of the room. “Hi.”




ooc;
donee.
it would have been done alot sooner but we didn't have electric.
stupidicestorm. D:
and then we didn't get home until late and blah blah blah.
nd sorry its kind of long compared to my others,
it got away from me a little.
i was excited to finally have my computer back.
:D




joslikesbeingnaked
xD