waking the living, seth

[oliver logan]

i'll die in tragedy,
you'll live in fame

The mall was always a good place to escape to. There were no limits to where you could go, who you could be with. There are always places to be and people to meet, whether it’s at Hot Topic or the arcade for Dance, Dance Revolution showdown. The mall was actually somewhere Oliver often found himself, a vagabond without a cause. The stores didn’t really interest him that much, unless there was a convenient 100% off sale. Well, in his case, anyway. Shoplifting had always been a habit of his; it wasn’t very bad, considering he almost never got caught. But when he did, it wasn’t pretty. He didn’t have a penny to his name, not to mention his record probably looked like a serial killer’s. Several times before, he had watched officers pull out his file, the pages nearly black with the inks of misdemeanors and felonies. Once or twice, Oli had wound up in jail. Ok, more like five or six times. Luckily, his father’s fortune at the time could bail him out, and afford a good lawyer. After his father died, Noelle usually had the money handy for bail. And her mother was a lawyer, so things typically worked themselves out. But he had to be on his best behavior now, because he had neither his father nor Noelle to get him out of his messes.

With a fleeting eye, Oliver passed several recognizable stores, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. American Eagle was trying to get rid of their Christmas line-up, and Abercrombie was too dark inside to even see the merchandise. PacSun had some tasteful designs on the mannequins, but Oliver found the logo on their stock was a bit annoying. He rarely shopped there, anyway. The scenery was beginning to mesh together into one large, colorful blur. Oli was still a little up there from his heroin injection earlier that morning, so things hadn’t quite stopped spinning yet. How did he end up at the mall, anyway? He didn’t even remember how he was able to get from Noelle’s apartment to where he was right now. With a smooth shake of his head, Oli tossed his bangs from his eyes. A pair of dilated, crystal blue irises blinked calmly, set in a pale and boyish face. What was he supposed to do now? Noelle’s place was empty, and frankly he didn’t care much for it. The modern interior design was too rich for Oliver’s humble taste. Loitering seemed like the only option at this point. Oli ran a hand over his mouth, brushing his fingertips over his jaw. He felt goosebumps spreading over his skin, which reminded him of Brendon’s gentle touch. Clenching his teeth, Oliver’s hand dropped from his face immediately, all rosy color vanishing from his cheeks.

Hot Topic seemed like the only reasonable place to go. It was a comfortable environment, with clothes and accessories he liked and people that were easy to talk to. Unlike the pussies that hung out at Abercrombie next to the black-and-white picture of a guy with his shirt off. Of course he was complete with a six-pack. Unrealistic, much? Oliver was built petite, himself, with rather womanly curves and girlish features. He definitely was not like, nor ever would be like, the man in those pictures. No one would. Oliver would even bet money that that six-pack was airbrushed on. “Browsing?” A young girl’s voice stirred Oli from his thoughts of fake body parts. He turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow at his company. She had long, dark hair that framed her face in choppy layers. Oli was guessing that she cut and dyed her hair herself, judging by the uneven and jagged workmanship. He furrowed his lips into a subtle frown, appalled at the monstrosity that was her hair. It was a disaster. A waste of good dye, and obviously a waste of valuable time. Her face, however, was fit for an angel’s. She looked much too thin for her height, and it showed through her evident cheekbones. Nonetheless, she resembled a model of some sort. But his eyes kept drifting back to that horrid hair of hers… “Yes. No. I don’t know.” Oli stammered. Honestly, he wasn’t really paying attention to her. His gaze was resting on the rack of sunglasses behind her; they were beautiful. But from what the price tag said, overpriced.

The girl, whose name Oli eventually came to know as Tara, noticed his lack of interest and followed his eyes to the glasses behind her. She laughed darkly, which sent a chill up Oliver’s spine. It wasn’t only this, but her massive platform shoes and dark purple lipstick was beginning to get on his nerves. Had she never read a fashion magazine? Goddamn. “Classy, but expensive.” Tara tried to imitate a cool sort of smile, the kind you use when you’re trying to seem aloof and mysterious. Oli was quiet, but offered a polite nod. It was clear this girl was hitting on him. And, no offense to her, but he was not attracted to her. Actually, girls these days were becoming a drag. Lately he’d been finding beauty in aesthetic boys. “You should’ve been here last week; the prices were close to nothing. Everything was practically a steal.” Steal? No. He couldn’t possibly. Not with so much riding on this life of his… His mind made up, Oliver threw a strange glance to Tara that announced his complete fright of her. Without looking back he made his way stealthily to the sunglasses. Hello, beautiful. He smiled to himself, grimly excited by the grand theft accessory he was about to commit. Oli lifted up a pair of $200, white-rimmed sunglasses, placing them on the bridge of his nose with care. The full-view mirror next to him presented a satisfying reflection; they were practically made to adorn his face. Just as he was about to casually slip it in his hoodie pocket, Tara’s familiar voice echoed behind him. “They look great on you. It would be wrong for you not to get them.” Deviously, Oliver turned and nodded silently at Tara. Her creepy grin was freaking him out, but he couldn’t make a scene. “It would, wouldn’t it?” He said thoughtfully, winking at her before pivoting on his heel. The sunglasses were secure in his pocket, and within three strides he was nearly out of the store. Nearly.

Oliver had been expecting the alarm to go off. He had been expecting the workers not to particularly care, considering that they were pretty lax. But he hadn’t been expecting to see the mall security guards on their lunch break just outside of where he was making a getaway. As the siren sounded, Oli shot the guards a ‘deer-in-headlights’ look and walked away quickly. “Hey, kid!” One of them shouted. Oliver kept walking. “Kid!” Don’t look back. Their voices were louder, but not so much anymore. Oli made sure he was a good distance away before taking off at a sprint. The guards’ shouts were muffled behind him, but they were definitely coming. He was a fast runner, though, His legs were strong from years and years of running from the law (pun intended). Shoplifting was nothing new, and neither was attempting to escape. Oliver didn’t bother pushing people out of his way like in the movies. He was thin enough where he could easily slip through small gaps in the crowds. Ducking down helped, too. The shops and people passed by in a rush, their hushed whispers growing louder and louder in his head. Stop! He practically screamed in his head. No, no. What was he doing? Not here, not now! Not in Seattle! Seattle was his last chance. If he screwed this up, then he was as good as dead. Panting, gasping, Oliver exploded into the food court. The soles of his Puma shoes slid a little bit on the marble flooring, but he didn’t seem to notice. The guards had cornered him, now. Their walkie-talkies were almost blaring in his ears. Oli wanted to look behind him. Don’t look. He needed to look. Don’t look. Oliver ignored his conscience, and threw a daring glance behind his shoulder. The guards were farther than he expected. He didn’t even have a chance to grin before he found himself hurtling to the ground, with Chinese food suspended in the air. Damn that table.

“We got him.” Oli rolled awake three minutes following his collision with a dining family’s table of chow mein. Cold metal suddenly clamped around his wrists, suffocating the veins. He groaned, sucking in a sharp breath. There were murmurs of the crowd above him, people staring down at him sprawled on the floor. Why were they so interested in his plight? Without warning, one of the guards pulled Oliver to his feet using the handcuffs. The queue receded a few steps, as if expecting him to pull out a gun or something. Annoyed, Oliver glared at his audience. “Fuck off,” He muttered. The guard pushed him in his ribs roughly, forcing a small cough out of him. “I believe that’s your job, boy.” A soft chuckle rose from the group of officers. Oli grimaced. Their sense of humor was old. It was something that only other old people could laugh at. He bit at his lip nervously, but he kept his expression cold. “Take ‘im, Reg.” The guard shoved the boy toward a plump man in uniform. The man laughed heartily. “Hey Larry, didn’t we just take him in a few minutes ago?” The other guard shook his head with a smile. “Nah, this one’s new.” What did they mean by that? Oliver raised his brow in question, but his curiosity was rewarded with a scowl from ‘Larry,’ who wiped his hands on his pant leg before snapping again. “Just put him with the other one. They’re twins, aren’t they?” Another universal laugh. Oliver growled under his breath, but ‘Reg’ dragged him along regardless. “Hush, puppy.” He demanded, grabbing Oli’s bony arm and almost crushing it with his chubby fingers. Oli frowned as he realized where he was being taken. It wasn’t jail, but a whole other level of hell, the mall’s personal ‘cellar,’ the interrogation room.

Oliver was thrown into a small, bland room, nearly toppling over the cheap wooden desk in the middle. Reg sat him down in a chair, and grumbled something that Oli couldn’t quite hear. “Stay here. After lunch, you boys are in for it.” He then left the room, locking the door behind him. Oliver took a moment to survey the room. He observed the fast food trash overflowing in the garbage can, and the mess of paperwork scattered over the desk. A few pictures of irrelevant landscaping were hung poorly on the off-white walls, which Oliver found boring and plain. It wasn’t until he heard a shift in movement beside him that he realized he was not alone. With an anxious glance, Oli discovered a boy next to him. Not just any boy, probably one of the most attractive boys he’d ever seen. He was virtually gaping at the black-haired criminal seated next to him. Blinking a few times, Oliver found his nervous system was working again. He wasn’t aware that his heart had skipped a beat or two. Oli looked down at his side where he had fallen and where the guard had pushed him so roughly. Wincing, he pressed at it with his thumb. “Ow,” He breathed. “They go all out... for sunglasses…” Oliver mumbled thoughtfully, massaging a bruise on his head with a cuffed hand. In all honesty, he had forgotten that the other kid was there. Talking to himself was just a habitual thing, much like, um, shoplifting. Yeah. Let’s call it a habit.

ahhhhomfg. this is terrrrrible. i'm sorry for the crappiness. x.x

[seth matthews.]

i'm so damn glad you moved to the city
and that's too bad you lost what you loved
it's an ugly world but you can smile all you want

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Seth had just been out for a good time, and maybe to scout out a few boys who might have a bit of potential although most of his afternoon had been wasted in the small arcade; dollar after dollar had been fed into the Dance Dance Revolution machine as he took up an offer of a challenge from the hundreds of kids who milled about the mall, trying to kill their weekend slump and at least attempt to look like they actually had reason to be out today. Amazingly Seth had caught onto the seemingly popular dance game rather quickly, the moves now seeming almost robotic in their repetitive persistency. Now, after wasting nearly three hours ‘burning up the dance floor’, Seth grew bored with the game and ambled from the arcade, leaving a massive coil of tickets hanging from the ticket slot. Soon Seth found himself ambling along the rows of shops, hazel irises directing his gaze to the various items that were proudly displayed behind the thick panes of transparent glass: mannequins dressed in sluttish attire, shoes pronouncing a ‘buy one get one free’ sale, various puppies that were priced much beyond the normal sum of money offered for a pet, various mp3 players and iPods, and the latest books by the hottest authors. Abercrombie and American Eagle had set out their winter line of clothing with labels pronouncing the ‘lowest prices ever!’ reduced for quick sale, so that merchandise could be replaced by bikinis and shorts. With a smooth flick of his head, Seth’s freshly dyed mop of pitch hair settled out of his eyes momentarily before once more fanning out to cover the set of jade eyes. Where to now? American Eagle? No, no it was much too bright and preppy. PacSun? No, they pretty much had the same thing every time you went in there, and after working in the Mansonville PacSun for nearly two years, Seth was sick of the chain. Hot Topic? Hmm, just maybe. Nearing the darkened entrance of the store, Seth noticed the rather large cashier that it seemed like hit on Seth every time he went into the store, hmm, no Hot Topic for Seth. FYE. A small smirk lined the boy’s lips as he pivoted on a kangaROO shod heel, deadheading for the ever popular entertainment store.

Seth’s entrance into the store was noted with a generic ding, dong of an electronic motion detector, and the boy behind the counter looked up from the magazine Seth had noticed him reading. Hmmm, he wasn’t that bad looking to be honest, but he wasn’t exactly Seth’s style. “Hi, is there anything I can help you with?” The boy asked as he sat the magazine down beneath the counter and stepped from behind the blue and yellow themed cabinet, Seth’s gaze appraised him wordlessly; Garret, as his nametag read, wasn’t much to look at, as he moved closer Seth noticed that he really was as good looking as he had first assumed, and the company uniform did not flatter his small structure. “Hmm? Oh, no thanks doll, just browsing.” Garret’s disapproving frown at the small nickname that Seth had rambled off warded Seth even further off, and the boy was amazed that he didn’t throw up the sign of the cross and mutter whatever shit that he could, maybe something along the lines of ‘the power of christ compels you,’ or some shit. This simple thought brought a smirk to Seth’s lips as he shook his head and ambled towards the rear of the store where electronic music devices were held, a disapproving frown given as he browsed through the small selection of iPods and mp3 player, the prices much too expensive for Seth’s taste. Glancing up he noticed that Garret had returned to reading his magazine and was no longer paying attention to Seth, and so he picked up a box with a picture of a rather nice iPod video, a glance shot around the room as the box was pocketed wordlessly. Don’t do it. Not here, not when Aiden finally reappeared. Seth simply pushed the thought away and flashed Garret a bright smile as he passed the counter, the other boy glancing up momentarily to mutter a half hearted ‘come back soon.’ He’d expected the siren to sound when he walked out of the door, but the one thing he hadn’t been expecting was a group of mal security to be standing just outside the entrance of the store, sipping cups of coffee from the small Java Joe’s Coffee Shop and laughing merrily as they shared dirty jokes. Seth froze briefly as a commanding voice shouted a single word into the air, “Stop!”, although of course Seth did no such thing, the instant the officer’s voice pronounced itself he was off like a bat out of hell.

Seth’s shoes provided little traction on the slick tiled flooring, his legs carrying him at a fast paced sprint, his body writhing and turning as he slipped through hordes of teenagers, some trying to grab hold of his jacket in an attempt to be the hero and help the ‘rent-a-cops’ catch the bad guy, but Seth would have none of it. He continued to all out sprint for the door, the soles of his shoes providing little traction as he attempted to slide around the fountain in the middle of the floor. The doors were only a few yards away, he was going to make it. Casting a glance over his shoulder he noted that the officers were still a good distance behind him, only a little ways left to go. Suddenly he was being hurled towards the ground, the thick arms of an officer wrapped around his waist. What the hell? Where did this guy come from? And then Seth’s body was introduced to the hard tiled flooring in a very informal way, his skull creating a dull thud as it met the ground. A low moan was pushed from Seth’s lips as the rather large mall cop wriggled atop Seth’s petite frame, his lungs feeling as if they were about to explode before the man finally managed to writhe off of Seth, suddenly the cold encasing of handcuffs were being slapped onto his wrists, the metal biting sharply into his wrists. “Too…Too tight, you prickfacedmot-” Seth’s voice faded out though as black began to rim his vision, his eyes slipping closed as he faded into unconsciousness.

Seth awoke a few moments later to a splitting headache and the low murmurs of the whispering crowd which had quickly accumulated about his fallen body. Seth registered a few hearty laughs of the guards who had been in on the chase, several officers clapped the cop who had stopped Seth on the back, all of them chuckling contently. One officer quickly realized that Seth had awaken and gave the boy a bright grin while nudging his fellow officer as he pointed down at Seth. “Well, well, well, it looks like Superstar here’s finally awake!” The group of security guards all shared a roaring round of laughter before one of them reached down and jerked Seth up from the ground roughly, Seth’s face contorted into a grimace of pain only briefly before allowing the look to be replaced by a pissy scowl. “Man kid, you sure gave us our exercise for the day!” One of the officers exclaimed, his face still slightly red and his breathing still heavy although he grinned happily. “Exercise? Shiiit, you guys haven’t seen exercise in-” Seth’s statement was cut short by the rough hand of an officer planted firmly between his shoulder blades, the rough action causing him to nearly go sprawling out onto the ground and knocking a small cough from his lips. “Don’t push it, boy.” The man’s growl was breathed into Seth’s ear, he smelled like cheap cigarettes and coffee It was all Seth could do to keep himself from gagging on the stench of the man’s breath. “Hey, Larry, what do you want me to do with the little shit?” The plump man asked as he wrapped a set of grubby fingers around Seth’s elbow firmly. He felt oddly like he was at his senior prom and was being escorted into the gym again by the school principal for drinking in the parking lot. “Just lock him up in the office for now, we’ll deal with him after lunch, Reg.” A soft snarl was given as ‘Reg’ yanked at his elbow roughly, pulling him along as they headed towards the claustrophobic hallway which contained the door marked Employees Only.

Seth was practically thrown into the small room, a quiet yelp emitted as Reg snagged the handcuffs to keep him from falling flat on his face, and that made Seth almost wish that he had fallen flat on his face instead of being jerked around by a pair of handcuffs that were cutting off the circulation to his hands. As the guard led him to a row of hard plastic chairs Seth scowled quietly, click "Turn around boy." Seth spun and faced the man, a low growl given as he stared up at the man with a hard ass look, trying to look tougher than he actually felt. “Why? You planning on stripping me and fucking right here? If so, I’ll pass. You’re not my type, Fat Ass.” The guard looked almost ready to backhand Seth into next week although he simply grabbed Seth’s arm that had been freed from the cuff and pulled it roughly in front of his body, slapping the cuff back onto his wrist and loosening the other cuff considerably. “Be quiet, you should be lucky I loosened those cuffs up, boy. Otherwise you might have lost your hands.” Seth’s eyes were rolled boredly before the guard pushed him roughly backwards, Seth’s body falling into the cold plastic chairs, a low snarl given as he watched Reg walk out, locking the door as he left. Now what?

One hundred three, one hundred four, one hundred five, one hundred six, one hundred sev- Seth sat slumped forward wordlessly, his hands clasped in his lap, counting the off color floor tiles boredly as the door was thrown open and ‘Reg’ returned, another boy in tow. Perking up Seth watched with slight interest as the other boy was placed next to him, silently appraising the other boy. This boy had to be one of the most aesthetically gorgeous boys Seth had seen in Seattle, well aside from Aiden, but Seth had had a crush on Aiden for a while now, this crush originating in Maine some time ago, but that’s off the subject. At the boy’s mumbled words a small smirk spread over Seth’s face, his hands raised to inspect the damage that the officers had inflicted onto him in the reflective metal of the handcuffs. Seth sported a busted lip and a rather large knot on the side of his head, his wrists also sported thick circular bruised about his wrists from the too tight cuffs, but other than that, he seemed fine. A soft chuckle was given as Seth shook his head quietly, a brow rose questioningly under the mop of pitch filaments. “So what did they get you for? ” He asked with a soft curiosity to his voice, a low sigh ushered into the shabby interrogation room absently, his head tilted back to rest on the white painted wall behind him, this was so far turning out to be his worst weekend in Seattle yet. Seth gnawed wordlessly at his lower lip, the soft click of the two lip rings adorning his lower lip filling the silent air, the left side of his lip rather tender from the small bust in his lip resided near the sterling silver ring, a low curse muttered absently. After a few moments of rather awkward feeling silence, Seth chanced a glance towards the other boy, “I’m Seth by the way.”

[ooc; it's bad... i sorry. D:]

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[oliver logan]

swallowing glass,
just to stay pure

Oliver slid his finger under the handcuffs, the tight groove nearly suffocating his circulation. Wincing, he pulled his hand away, yanking pointlessly on the chain links over and over again. Like they were going to come off… Pfft. There was no way those suckers were unhinging anytime soon. They were straightjackets for wrists. “So what did they get you for?” Oli offered a shameless chuckle. He shook his head, watching his black bangs flip back and forth over his eyes. “Sunglasses.” Oliver explained bluntly, smiling a little to himself. He kept his eyes in his lap, feeling a little shy. Usually this wasn’t the case. Oli was a ho, a man-ho. He sees, he likes, he gets. But these past few months had wreaked havoc on his love life. God, what did a kiss even feel like again? He could hardly remember. “Those.” With a nudge Oli gestured toward the large sunglasses resting on the table in front of them. “It was love at first sight,” He mocked a wistful sigh, his loose shoulders falling limp. A grin pressed at the corners of his mouth, but never any more. “It would have been wrong for me not to take them.” Oliver quoted Tara’s words, a strange sort of feeling sprouting in his gut. Tara still scared the hell out of him, even though she was probably at home by now. Or possibly crouching by the door, listening to the two boys’ scattered conversation. Oli drew his legs to his chest, hugging them close with his imprisoned wrists. He rested his head in the gap between his knee and his torso, swallowed in the darkness. “I’m Seth by the way.” Oliver raised his head, staring sideways at Seth. He smirked carefully, raising an eyebrow behind his bangs. “Seth; that’s hot.” That boyish smile returned to his face, his silver-blue eyes flashing with audacity. Oli showed no hesitation in his compliments, either. He was fearless. Like a tiger. Rawr. “Sorry, said that out loud. I’m Oliver.” He blinked slowly, pausing before quickly adding, “Or Oli.” Hm. Was that a skip in his heartbeat?

Seth was beautiful. He really was. From his dark, edgy hair right down to his awesome shoes. Honestly, Oliver had to remind himself not to stare. He didn’t mean to gawk (ok, maybe he did) but it was hard to believe that Seth wasn’t a porcelain doll of some sort. As if trying to figure out a math problem written on Seth’s face, Oliver squinted for a moment, then widened his eyes a bit. “You look so familiar. I don’t know why.” He couldn’t have ever seen Seth before, could he? He’d never been to Seattle before, and he was almost positive that he would remember Seth’s face if he was from Huntington Beach. The people there were all so alike, so tan, so bleach blonde. Maybe that’s why Oliver never really fit in? Who knows. Oli certainly didn’t, and at the moment he didn’t care. He was trying to sift through his brain, trying to see if he knew this kid. It’s not like he just spotted him at the movies or something. He felt like he had been close to that face, that body. Nostalgia flushed in Oliver’s stomach, and a light pink gathered at his jaw line. Once his eyes focused on Seth’s hair, everything suddenly fell into place. He felt his heart catching in his throat, his breath caged in his chest. Everything. Stopped.

Seth was Brendon. Well, figuratively, at least. Brendon was everything Seth was. He looked exactly the same. He talked the same way; their voices hit the same pitch. They were practically twins. But it wasn’t possible. Oliver was probably just going insane, as per usual. In all honesty, he had forgotten what Brendon looked like a little bit. He still had a picture by his bed of the gorgeous boy, but nothing else to remind him of his dead lover. However, it was likely that Oli was comparing Seth to Brendon as an aftermath of the grieving. You know, post-grief. Brendon’s death had been over three years earlier, and Oliver’s grieving was nearly over. He was still screwed as hell, but Noelle had been right. Seattle was very refreshing. The frequent rainfall was also a nice touch; Oli hated the sun. He found that it got in the way of morning sex or nightly fondling. And who wants to disrupt something like that?

“What about you? What are you in for?” Oliver asked, his transparent eyes giving a quick shimmer before being overwhelmed by the shadow of his bangs. There was a tiny smirk, a sly little simper, on his pale lips. He had a very boyish expression; the kind a kid would have if he had just snuck in a cookie before dinner. In this case, Oliver had just snuck in a pair of designer sunglasses before sunset. The handcuffs clinked against each other as Oli reached out for the sunglasses, keeping an open ear for Seth’s story. He lifted them with his index finger, holding them up to let light pass through them. Satisfied, he slid them in his hoodie pocket, although he had a difficult time considering his linkage of appendages. Grunting, frustrated, Oliver grumbled under his breath. “Fucking cunts, it’s not like I shot anyone.” He bit his lip, letting the sunglasses slip with ease into the pocket. Looking up at Seth Oli gave a playful scowl, his snakebites glittering with… what was that? Vengeance in the making? “We should so do a jailbreak.” He grinned broadly, a touch of sneakiness blended in his features. That heroin got to his head… Silly Oli. “I mean, we have nothing better to do, right?” Well, not unless they made out, which Oliver wouldn’t have minded, but the handcuffs would limit pleasure. Or would it increase it? He was going to have to test that theory later.

sorry it's so short and bad. xD

[seth matthews.]

Cutting through just
like champagne petals
Sprinkled over the
blackest sea

Seth gave a gentled frown at the boy’s words, his head tipping to the side quietly as he cast a curious glance towards Oliver, chewing absently at his lower lip and listening to the soft click of bone hitting metal. “Me? I uh… Well, fuck me three times from Sunday I have no clue.” A gentled shrug given as he shook his head softly, stretching slightly and giving a low pitched whine towards the doorway. “What the fuck. It’s been like fifteen minutes, where are those fat asses anyways? I want to go home and get drunk off my ass.” Honestly, that’s all Seth felt like at the moment, okay, well maybe calling Aiden up and getting them both drunker than hell, but still. He’d been sober for three solid weeks now, what a surprise huh? Blinking quietly Seth glanced curiously at Oli, his eyebrows furring slightly as he watched him absently, his hands reaching out to allow his fingertips graze the boy’s elbow gently. “Oli?” Light concern laced over Seth’s words as he watched the other boy skeptically, his body shifting uncomfortably in the neon colored chair he was seated in. Black locks splayed over his hazel eyes unorthodoxly as he studied the boy quietly, a soft smile given as he glanced away. He really did need to stop gawking.

Seth’s attention had unfortunately drifted, a soft frown given as he caught maybe the last syllable of Oliver’s previous question — at least Seth hoped that Oliver had asked him a question. Fighting to recall the boy’s words, Seth chewed thoughtfully at his bottom lip, had he asked him what he got caught for, or was Seth just imagining that? Eyebrows were furrowed lightly under the pitch fringe that shagged over Seth’s face, a soft, slightly ashamed smile was given as he cast a sideways glanced at Oli, hell, he’d give it a shot in the dark. Oliver probably thought he was a nut anyways. “Uhm. I snitched an iPod from F.Y.E. I mean fuck, there’s nothing else to do, I thought I’d see how lax the workers were around here. Obviuosly not very.” A soft snarl given as one hand rose to allow his fingertips to glide over the sensitive knot on the side of his skull, flinching as he jerked his own hand away. “Fucking shitbag dickwad.” The words huffed softly as he pulled his knees into the brightly colored, hard plastic seat of the chair he was seated in, his arms looped over his curled legs, the cuffs biting into his wrists. A soft smirk was given as he heard Oli’s voice, his eyes slipping closed in mild boredom as a soft chuckle slipped past his lips. “Fuck honey, this was probably the most action those rent-a-cops have seen their whole life. For them, chasing down the doughnut boy is an exciting day’s work.” Seth’s voice stated bluntly as he lifted his head from his knees, a playful simper given as he cast a glanced towards the boy. Oliver was definitely beautiful, and clever as hell. “Mm, jailbreak, huh?” Seth’s face was scrunched up cutely as he shook his head, a soft look of consideration passing over his face before a light giggle slipped past his lips. “Well, no, I guess we don’t. I mean, not unless you somehow liked boys. Then we might have a party on our hands, darling.” A devious smirk etched across the boy’s lips as he cast a longing glance, I suppose you could say, towards the other boy. God, he really shouldn’t have been thinking about doing this. Not with Aiden in the picture, he had so much to lose if the other boy found out, and Seth really didn’t know if he could deal with losing Aiden for good. So many bad things happened when Aiden vanished, and to be perfectly honest with himself, Seth didn’t know if he could handle going through that again.

A soft sigh was heaved quietly as Seth stretched luxuriously, turning his back to the boy briefly before leaning back, his body relaxing absently into Oliver’s lap. "Come here, you.

[/color]" A playful grin was given as Seth reached upwards, pulling Oli’s body downwards as his lips met with the other boy’s, one of Seth’s palms resting against Oliver’s neck as his lips sinking deeply into Oliver’s. Seth’s eyes had long since slipped closed, pulling away from Oliver’s lips briefly as he sat up and moved so that he was straddling the boy’s lap, his lips once more sinking into Oli’ and his hands cupping the boy’s chin. Tilting his head slightly, Seth’s tongue prodded the crease of the boy’s lips, before allowing his tongue to slip into the boy’s mouth, allowing the muscle to explore the taboo curves of the other boy’s mouth. Pulling away, Seth’s breath was quickened slightly as a small grin was given, his head shaken softly. Oh god, what did I just do?… Mmm, but he did taste delicious. NO. Stop it. That wasn‘t supposed to happen, what is Aide going to do. Fuck fuck fuck. A soft sigh heaved before grinning at Oliver, dipping his head and nipping the boy’s upper lip roughly, a playful giggle given as he pulled away. This could so not go anywhere. Aiden would murder him, a nervous sigh slipping form his lips once more. Please let Aiden understand, please.


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[oliver logan]

oh, whiskey & wine,
you mess with my mind

Oliver tugged apathetically at the handcuffs with his wrists, pulling each on in the opposite direction. He found the clicking noise it made attractive, while most would have found it irritating. He smiled to himself, at nothing really. It was just the entire situation at hand was a little amusing. The number of times Oli had been caught were few and far between. For him to be cornered and caught by those middle-aged pancakes was an insult to his agility. He blamed it on the churro he had earlier devoured like a rabid wolverine. It had weighed him down. Considering Oli usually dined on his own fingernails, something as sugary and fattening as a churro from the mall was bound to stifle his escape probability. Oliver laughed out loud suddenly, replaying the wild goose chase that had gone on not twenty minutes ago. He must have looked like such an idiot, running away with a pair of sunglasses that definitely didn’t live up to their worth. He could have at least stolen something of value, like Seth’s iPod burglary. Always the ironic stuff for Oli.....

“Mm, jailbreak, huh?” The way Seth said ‘jailbreak’ drew the corners of Oli’s pretty little mouth into devil’s curves. It definitely would be no CSI Miami, but something—anything—to flavor the day was more than welcome. “Well, no, I guess we don’t. I mean, not unless you somehow liked boys. Then we might have a party on our hands, darling.”Oliver raised a thick, dark eyebrow at Seth’s proposal. Well, one of sorts. There was so much physical tension suspended above the boys’ heads that Oliver was coming close to exploding into flames, or something that a superhero would do. Maybe he would just drool instead. Yeah, drooling was good. Oli flashed Seth a vague grin, his teeth then disappearing quickly behind his lush, pale lips. “I don’t like boys,” He replied, his face falling to stone. With a careful eye, he found Seth’s gaze once more. “I love them.” A smirk wedged inbetween Oli’s mouth. Hm, now what? He wanted to ask, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t need to say anything. Not yet, at least.

A brief silence allowed Oliver to choke himself in the image of Seth. In all his striking beauty, Seth was definitely not safe for long with Oli in the room. He could already feel his palms shaking and sweating, dying to just get at that perfect structure of a boy. If only he didn’t have fucking handcuffs on, then he could reach out and touch him. Everywhere. All over the place. The room came back into focus once Oli noticed Seth stretching out of the corner of his ghostly eye. Seth slowly leaned back, easing into a surprised Oliver’s lap. He stared at the boy sprawled over his legs, wide-eyed, but with a devilish grin starting at the crease of his lips. With a cuffed hand, Oliver brushed a small lock of dark hair aside from Seth’s face, just enough so that he could see those beautiful eyes of his. "Come here, you." Seth reached up, a hand on Oli’s neck, and pulled him into a delicious kiss. Oliver was suddenly being straddled by Seth, who deepened the kiss while cupping his chin.

Oli smiled against Seth’s lips, resting his hands on the boy’s thigh, squeezing it mischievously from time to time. He gently closed his teeth over Seth’s upper lip, dragging his tongue along it ever so carefully. There was no hesitation when Seth insisted on parting Oliver’s mouth with his own tongue. He shuddered quickly as the boy immediately went to work, burrowing furiously into Oli’s mouth like there was a million dollars lodged in his throat. Oliver’s trapped hands crawled up Seth’s body slowly; up his curves, under his shirt, his chest, his hips… everywhere. His desire for the boy’s body was insatiable. Oli finally settled on Seth’s jaw line, keeping two fingers on his soft skin. The other hand lingered on his chest, fingers digging into him whenever their kiss hit a sensational point. Oliver pushed into Seth forcefully, his tongue rubbing on the roof of Seth’s mouth. He was breathing heavily now, inhaling the scent of his partner as though he were cocaine. Well, he might as well have been, the way Oliver seemed so voracious about him.

Oliver was reluctant to pull away. When Seth tried to break their kiss, Oliver tugged on his shirt and pulled him in for a last second. Then he released, and the two fell away, red-lipped and rosy-cheeked. Oli smiled, licking his lips to savor the taste of Seth. He raised an eyebrow as Seth suddenly nipped at his upper lip. Oliver sighed pleasantly, feeling tortured by these handcuffs. He looked down, anxiously fiddling with them. Well, he did have thin wrists. If he could just get his hand through like that… A small grunt of discomfort rose from his mouth as he jerked a hand through the small gap in the cuffs. There was a small breakage in his skin from where the metal had scraped him, but nothing a kiss couldn’t fix. With this hand free, Oliver could easily free his other one. A few clicks and the handcuffs fell to the floor with a clatter. Oli glanced devilishly at Seth, holding up his hands with a grin. “Free at last,” He whispered, leaning forward to lay a few butterfly kisses on Seth’s neck. Seth’s dissatisfying sigh brought a frown to Oli’s face, and he drew back in confusion. He raised a hand, cupping Seth’s chin softly. “What’s wrong, angel?” Oliver asked in a low voice, his silver-blue eyes shimmering momentarily in concern. He kept his other hand positioned scandalously on Seth’s waist, giving a small, tender peck on his lips. Oli smoothed his fingers over Seth’s cheek, longing to kiss him again. And again. And again…

[seth matthews.]

this demoliton.
was scheduled.
between the sheets.

As Seth lent back into Oliver’s lap, a soft chuckle slipped from him at the wide-eyed, surprised look that he received. A cuffed hand rose to rest against Oli’s side as he felt the dark lock of hair being removed from his eyes. Blinking quietly a devious smile edged it’s way onto to his lips, giggling softly before reaching up and resting his hand against the boy’s neck, his upper body raised slightly as he pulled Oliver downwards, his lips meeting the other boy’s own warm set of lips, his eyes slipping closed absently. He broke the small kiss only momentarily as he pulled himself into a sitting position before slipping into Oli’s lap, his legs placed on either side of Oli’s, cupping the boy’s chin as he pulled Oliver’s lips back to his own lustfully as his teeth gently captured Oli’s lower lip and tugged at it teasingly before allowing hi slips to settle back against the boy’s lips gently.

Seth’s body pressed against Oliver’s own gently as he felt the boy’s hands against his thigh, barely stifling a moan as he felt Oli’s finger’s squeezing his thigh every once in a while. Seth’s lips worked against Oliver’s softly, allowing his tongue to graze the underside of Oli’s tongue slowly. If Oliver was going to tease at Seth’s mouth, then Seth was going to do the same… Seth had anticipated a bit more of struggle when it came to parting Oliver’s lips, Aiden always loved to play around when Seth kissed him, never letting him know when he actually wanted a make-out session, and that kept Seth on his toes. Sinking deeply into Oli’s mouth, Seth’s tongue grazed teasingly over the top of Oli’s tongue, savoring the sugary taste of the other boy’s mouth. A low moan slipped from Seth’s already busy mouth as he felt Oliver’s hands slipping over his body, his frame tensing slightly as he felt Oli’s hands sliding under his shirt and over his chest, then his hips, everywhere Oli could get his cuffed little hands. And Seth loved it. Seth felt Oliver’s fingers against his jaw, pressing against Oliver gently as he felt the boy’s fingertips digging into his chest, his own hands trailing down Oli’s body, his fingers hooked onto the waistline of Oli’s jeans as his fingertips grazed the sensitive flesh just below the waistband of the male’s boxers, his other hand resting against Oliver’s hip. Seth nipped lightly at Oli’s tongue as it rubbed against the roof of his mouth, slowly allowing his tongue to tangle with Oli’s hotly, his own fingertips digging into Oli’s hip lightly.

Seth’s breathing was heavy as the kiss broke apart, a soft smile spread across his flushed lips as a soft shake of his head was given. Hotdamn, Oliver was good, that Seth was sure about; maybe Seth could learn a thing or two from him. A playful giggle slipped from his lips as he bent forward, his teeth capturing Oliver’s upper lip in a rough display of affection. Seth really did need to learn how to play nice, yeah? Small swatches of the fabric from Oli’s shirt were curled lightly in Seth’s fingers, as he leant back slightly; hell, if he was going down, Oli was too. There was something about Oliver that Seth found addicting, something that Seth just couldn’t get enough of. He chewed lightly at his lip quietly as he contemplated on what it could be, although snapping back to reality when the small, pained grunt fell from Oli’s lips. A brief frown was given before he glanced down, spying the boy’s freed hand, a devious smile given. So he liked the best of both worlds, huh? “Jailbreaks and make-out sessions, yummy.” A soft chuckle slipped it’s way past Seth’s lips as Oliver held his hands up, a small grin playing at his lips at Oli’s whispered words. “For you, at least.” Seth murmured playfully, pulling his hands apart to hear the metallic click of the cuffs’ links, before glancing down at his own hands, still captured by the metal circles; thinking briefly Seth yanked his hand backwards, his skin burning with pain as his hand slipped through the cuff, the pale skin unusually red. It took Seth longer than it had Oliver to get the other cuff loose from his other wrist, rubbing tenderly at the circular bruises that encased both wrists.

A light chuckle slipped past his lips as he tipped his held slightly at the tender butterfly kisses that were scattered across his neck, his eyelids fluttering closed softly. He so should not have been enjoying this, not with so much at stake with Aiden, but for some reason he couldn’t convince himself to stop. Oli was his new drug, and as far as Seth knew, there was no intervention. A soft sigh was ushered from his lips as the though of Aiden once more coursed through his mind, his gaze diverted to his hands in his lap, blinking confusedly as he felt Oliver’s warm palm cupping his chin, a light look of confusion presented. Why did Oliver care, it wasn’t like he needed to care. Seth wasn’t used to people actually caring about his feelings, and he had assumed Oli was going to be the same way. Seth had almost blurted out a confused “huh?” but refrained from doing so, instead he caught Oli’s electric blue gaze and studied him briefly. He could feel the warmth of Oli’s hand on his waist and the other sprawled across his cheek, the boy’s fingers smoothing over his skin. “It’s just that… Oh never mind, just come here kiss me, you idiot.” Seth’s voice escaping from his lips in a soft whisper, tugging at Oli’s shirt to bring the boy closer. He needed his fix and everyone knows that withdrawal’s a bitch.

ooc; finally done. it would've been done sooner, but i kind of got distracted. x3

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[oliver logan]

it's these substandard motels,
on the corner of Fourth and Freemont

Oliver emitted a high-pitched gasp as Seth’s hands broke through his boxers, grazing the tender skin below. He pressed his hand on the snug denim, blocking the boy from reaching any further. “You’re gonna have to work for that,” Oli breathed into Seth’s neck, snickering and sealing the deal with a kiss just beneath his ear. His fingers ran slowly up the other male’s sides, lifting his shirt along with it. Oliver didn’t get very far; he stopped at Seth’s ribs, where his glossy black nails pressed into the soft skin. His habit of touching every inch of Seth seemed to be paying off. Seth was toying around with Oli’s upper lip, closing it between his teeth every now and then. Oli would respond by nipping at his chin, covering it in warm saliva. They engaged in a battle of the tongues, each boy fighting against the other to make them both shudder and squeal. Oli was faring pretty well, rubbing his tongue along the sensitive parts of Seth’s mouth. But his opponent struck a weak spot when he rubbed his tongue underneath Oliver’s. Oliver inhaled sharply, his spine buckling. Inspired, he curled an arm around Seth’s waist, and drew the other one up his back. He let his fingers run through the boy’s jet black hair, feeling hairspray and other substances grating over his skin. Oli pulled Seth as close as humanely possible, sliding the boy up his lap until they were waist against waist. Nothing could have been more sensational at this point.

Seth’s moans spurred Oliver’s actions like wood to a fire. Oli tugged on Seth’s hair a bit roughly, while the other worked on caressing the boy’s leg. It was a naughty and nice sort of thing that Oliver liked to do, and that other people liked him to do. “Jailbreaks and make-out sessions, yummy.” Oli grinned at Seth’s comment, nodding gently as he dragged a hand up the back of Seth’s shirt. “Too bad we don’t have some Zinfandel,” He chuckled under his breath, filing in the back of his mind to pick some up on the way home. By ‘pick some up’ he meant ‘run like hell out the fucking store’ To Oli, burglaries were like vitamins. Two too many is just enough. With a soft groan of pleasure, Oli pushed his hips further into Seth’s hands, feeling the strange and exotic feeling of bone on bone. While Seth worked on his handcuffs, Oli was still busy feeling him up. The sound of metal ripping skin stirred him from his thoughts, and he glanced down at the red ring around Seth’s wrists. He pouted at the sight of the boy’s beautiful skin so damaged. Picking up his hand, Oli pressed his lips onto the area where the cuffs had suffocated him. He kissed both wrists until they were soaking wet, and then returned his gaze to Seth’s beautiful hazel one. His boyish face was still a little pink from the heat of their making out, and his upper lip was bright red from where Seth had been biting at it. Oliver loved it, though. It was one of those painful pleasures, you know?

“It’s just that… Oh never mind, just come here kiss me, you idiot.” Oli smiled as he felt Seth pull on his band shirt, the last part of “Norma Jean” swallowed into his fingers. “With pleasure.” His lips clashed with Seth’s, and he settled into a tender kiss. Oliver was more careful this time; he was slower, gentler… The calm before the storm, so to speak. Oli’s tongue slipped between Seth’s teeth in one fluid movement, immediately pushing against the latter. After a few moments, Oli leaned away for a second. He let his lips linger over Seth’s collarbone, just within reach of his delicious skin. Oliver exhaled loudly onto the boy’s flesh, and then inhaled just as deeply. Unable to stifle his desire any longer, Oli took Seth’s skin between his pearly whites and sucked on it for a minute or two. Then it was back to those butterfly kisses again; with a finger, Oliver pulled the collar of Seth’s shirt aside so that he could get to work on that warm, precious shoulder. It was almost certain that Seth would wake up with several hickies tomorrow. He was a clever kisser, and with a ravenous appetite for this boy. Almost like a starving tiger, Oliver migrated down to Seth’s upper chest area. But he pulled his lips away gently, as though retreating from biting off a chocolate covered strawberry. Mm, that sounded good right now. He raised an eyebrow at the heavily breathing Seth, smirking deviously. Then he raised his mouth to Seth’s, kissing his upper lip slowly. His hands were creeping under Seth’s belt to his warm flesh when he heard a clicking at the door. He didn’t think anything of it; he was too wrapped up in Seth. Literally. Oli’s fingers were very inside of Seth’s pants, but he decided to have some fun torturing the boy. He kept his touch strictly on Seth’s bare thigh, and nowhere else. But when the door opened, that’s when he pulled away, his hand still lodged inside of the boy’s pants. In the doorway, ‘Reg’ stood, gaping and wide-eyed at the boys. He slammed the door shut without another word, locked it, and started running down the hall with heavy thumps. “Larry, Larry! They’re going at it! The faggots are going at it!” His voice died away, and Oli shot his beautiful partner a look of disbelief. “I think we’ve worn out our welcome.” He breathed, leaning in for a last deep kiss before springing to his feet.

The doorknob looked easy to kick open. All it would take was a strong force to blow the thing off. Oliver backed up a step beside the door, supporting himself on the wall as he raised a leg. His aim had always been flawless, and this time was no different. The bottom of his Puma shoe kicked the old, cheap knob right off. It fell to the floor and rolled a little, with tiny bolts and screws laying around it. Oliver then released the lock from the other side, and pushed the door open. He looked over his shoulder, grabbing Seth’s hand, and started running. Just their luck, Larry and Reg and their reinforcements were waiting on the one end of the hall. Oliver grinned and dashed down the opposite hall, Seth in tow. He never let go of the boy, running his fingers through the other male’s. They burst into the food court, with the chubby cops a few yards behind. Oliver did his best to dodge the tables, but the more he tried the more things he seemed to crash into. He threw a smile at Seth, squeezing his hand as they headed for the mall’s exit.

[seth matthews.]

I've been judging books by their covers,
You brought the color back into my eyes,
I'm ready to change, progress's made now.
But what will they say when they find,
I'm in love with you.

Seth’s eyes fluttered closed as the words were breathed against his neck, his teeth sinking into his lower lip at the kiss placed below his ear. God, Oliver knew what he was doing. As Oliver pulled away a small pout tugged at Seth’s lower lip at Oli’s words, a feigned sniffle given as he met the boy’s pale gaze, although a smile soon donned his features as his lips clashed with Oliver’s tenderly. “Awe… come on…that’s… not even… fair.” Seth’s words breathed in between kisses, reluctant to pull away, although as he felt Oliver’s warm fingertips trailing up his sides, a low moan slipped past his lips. Seth’s own hands slid beneath Oli’s band tee, feeling the boy’s porcelain skin sliding beneath his hands, another gentled moan slipping quietly past his lips as Oliver’s black varnished nails sunk lightly into his skin. Seth’s hands fled from Oliver’s body to gently cup his chin, playfully closing the boy’s upper lip between his teeth, the resulting punishment causing soft laughter to spill from Seth’s lips as his chin was bathed in Oli’s warm saliva. It was now a well known fact that Oli knew what he was doing when it came to making Seth desperately want and crave him, Oli’s tongue grazed over every sensitive spot Seth could have imagined, making the boy shudder and moan, although the boy’s winning streak was soon over as Seth struck gold. At the sharp inhale that could be heard and felt, Seth allowed his tongue to delicately stroke the underside of Oliver’s tongue, groaning softly as he felt himself being drug up the other boy’s lap. Seth was sure that he had an erection as he was pressed forcefully against Oli, not bothering to fight against the boy as he felt Oli’s fingers slipping through his hair, his own hand traveling upwards to tug roughly at the boy’s own dark filaments, encasing Oliver’s upper lip between his teeth gently and tugging roughly at it before running his tongue over the boy’s lip tenderly. Seth pushed his hips against Oli’s gently, another soft moan given.

Oli’s actions caused soft whimpers of pleasure to leak past Seth’s lips, his eyes closed briefly as he felt Oliver’s hand slowly caressing his small thigh. Seth’s eyes opened as he allowed his own hands to trail down Oli’s front side, his hands ending up in the other boy’s lap, his palms slowly running up and down Oli’s inner thigh, his fingertips dragging down the seam of the boy’s jeans slowly before deviously allowing one finger to trail over the boy’s zipper. Seth gently clamped Oliver’s upper lip between his teeth, treating the boy’s lip with more care than he had previously displayed, shuddering softly as he felt Oli’s hand dragging up his back. At Oli’s grin Seth barely resisted from drooling; he had only thought the boy had been gorgeous before, but smiling, Oliver was utterly irresistible. “Fuckk, you want me utterly blasted don’t you, darling?” A small grin presented, Seth knew good and well that if he got a hold of that Zinfandel he would end up totally shit faced, he wasn’t exactly an alcoholic, he just happened to have a problem saying ‘no’ to more liquor. Seth’s hands had returned to Oli’s hips, his black lacquered nails digging softly into the boy’s flesh, a soft shudder and low moan was given as he felt Oli pressing his hips into Seth’s hands, his lips meeting the boy’s neck and covering it in warm saliva before pulling away to begin work on his handcuffs. Oliver was making it very hard for Seth to concentrate on getting his hands free, the boy’s exploring hands causing Seth to shudder and squeal, soft giggles given as he captured Oli’s lower lip between his teeth, beginning to suckle lightly at the flesh before pulling away and ripping his hand free of the metal vice. The soft, wet kisses, caused soft laughter to fall from Seth’s lips, a free hand rising to rest on Oli’s cheek, titling the boy’s head upwards as he placed a series of gentle bites to the boy’s lip, Seth’s damp wrists locked behind the boy’s neck slowly.

Seth felt the gentle pressure of Oliver’s lips against his lips, the tender kiss much different from the rough and passionate one that they had shared before, although the amount of passion in this gentle and deep kiss was no less than before. His hand rose, his fingers sprawled across Oli’s porcelain skin, the other splayed scandalously over Oliver’s waist. At the sudden invasion of his mouth, Seth bit down lightly on Oli’s tongue in a playful demeanor, his tongue rolling against Oli’s own slowly before lightly grazing the underside of Oli’s tongue temptingly, a soft whine of protest given as the boy pulled his mouth from Seth’s. Seth blinked curiously as a soft tingling sensation fleeted across his skin, the boy’s breath warm and comforting against Seth’s already warm collarbone, the loud exhale the swept across his skin caused slightly nervous laughter to spill from Seth’s lips, unsure of what the other boy was planning. A soft inhale was given as he felt Oliver’s teeth latch gently onto a section of his pale skin, his eyelids slipping closed at the gentle sucking that was taken up by Oli’s mouth, a soft moan given at the pleasure that swept through Seth’s core. The tender butterfly kisses to his neck caused Seth the shudder involuntarily, his grip on Oli’s shirt tightening as he pressed himself softly against Oli. As Oliver went to work on Seth’s shoulder, Seth’s own lips worked softly at Oli’s own neck, the flawless skin suckled upon lightly, beginning to work on his own series of hickies to be scattered across Oli’s neck. As Oliver began his way down Seth’s upper chest, a breathy moan was exhaled onto the boy’s dampened skin, Seth lightly gripped small potions of Oli’s skin with his teeth, nibbling at Oliver’s delicious porcelain neck.

As Oliver’s lips were removed from Seth’s skin, Seth did the same, Oli’s actions kept breathing at a quickened state, a soft smile given at the devious smirk that lined Oli’s lips. Oh what was that boy planning now? The soft kisses to his upper lip caused Seth to close his eyes, his own lips caressing Oliver’s bottom lip tenderly before beginning to nibble softly. A sharp gasp was sucked in, and he barely refrained from ripping his upper lip from Oli’s mouth as the boy’s hand could be felt slipping into his jeans, Seth’s hips lifting softly as his eyes slipped closed once more, his lips pressing to Oli’s own deeply. The soft click barely registered in the back of Seth’s mind, much too busy trying to process the welcoming warmth of Oliver’s hand slipping into his jeans, a low groan given as he felt Oli’s palm against his naked thigh, the boy’s smooth skin a tease. Seth’s spine buckled slightly when he felt Oliver’s hand moving and the door swinging open, his teeth sinking into his lower lip at the forbidden pleasure, pushing himself into Oliver’s hand softly before realizing the guard standing wide-eyed in the doorway, a panicked look shot towards Oli wordlessly. The officer’s words registered faintly in the boy’s mind, his attention more-so focused on his partner in crime, a faint smile tugging at his lips at Oliver’s words. “That, and maybe made someone a tad jealous.” His voice dripping with sarcasm before allowing a palm to cup Oli’s chin as he accepted the last, deep kiss before clabbering to his feet and giving the room a wild eyed looking over, as far as Seth was concerned, the boys were trapped.

Whilst Oliver was examining the door Seth trembled with adrenaline by the small oak desk in the center of the room, his hands nervously tugging at the cord which threaded through his jacket’s hood nervously, spying the pair of handcuffs so carelessly discarded on the floor, Seth stooped, scooping a pair up and examining them briefly. They might be useful later on. A devious smirk was given as he stashed the cuffs into his pocket, nervously stepping up behind Oli as a loud bang could be heard as Oli’s shoe connected with the door. Seth’s hand grasped Oliver’s, feeling a slight reassuring feeling build in the pit of his stomach, sprinting after the boy easily. A daring smile was flashed towards the group of chubby officers, ‘Reg’ still blabbering on and pointing towards the interrogation room, using wild hand gestures. He almost looked sick to his stomach, well, it served the bastard right. Seth’s shoes skidded slightly as the pair burst into the food court, the loud murmur of the growing crowd assaulting his ears of the quiet, interrogation where the only noises had been the boy’s own heavy breathing and moans. Glancing over his shoulder briefly Seth noted the cops a few yards behind them, looking back just in time to barely dodge a chair that had somehow managed to jump out in front of him. A bright grin was now pasted across Seth’s features delightedly, this was much more fun with a partner. As Oli glanced over his shoulder and flashed a smile to Seth, Seth laughed and shook his head, returning he light pressure to Oli’s hand, giggling madly at the frantic way Oliver attempted to dodge things, yet seemed to run into them instead.

Seth’s legs stretched out slightly, his stride growing a hair larger as he caught up to Oliver’s side, a single hand extended as it collided with the glass paned doors, the dull orange glow of sunlight blinding his vision momentarily. As the two boy’s exploded outside, Seth chanced a glance over his shoulder, noticing that the officers had slowed down to a lazy jog, and so he pulled Oliver behind one of the rather large bushes that had been planted alongside the mall. As the pair ducked behind the plant, his arms encased the other boy’s waist, giddy giggles still emitted through labored breathing, his lips briefly connecting with Oli’s own. “Ohmygod, Oli, you were fucking amazing!” Seth’s words squealed playfully as he leant back against the beige colored walls of the mall, his panting beginning to calm as he drew Oli’s mouth back to his own in a tender kiss, his tongue tracing the crease of Oli’s mouth slowly. After a few moments Seth pulled away, blinking up at the boy wordlessly, a devilish smile given as his hands trailed over Oliver’s sides cravingly. “Your place or mine?” His words murmured gently, soft laughter bursting from his lips.


ooc; ahaha. seth is so totally a horndog. i sorry for the suckage of le posto.

[oliver logan]

appealing only because
they’re just that unappealing

Oliver was having trouble with the obstacles in his way. It was odd, considering he was usually such a graceful person. Every movement me made always looked as though he were floating on air; and now, oh-so-panicked, Oli was the exact opposite. But Seth was faring a little better, so Oliver decided to follow his lead. Once Seth caught up with his hasty stride, Oli clenched his hand a little tighter. He smiled back, his eyes glittering even more than usual. Adrenalin was shooting through his veins like a good dose of heroin, and he loved every second of it. The moment they burst through those exit doors, Seth suddenly took charge. It was really hot, actually. Oli followed willingly, dangling from Seth’s hand like a freshly caught bass. They dove into a bush, where Oli got a scratch or two on his forearm, and a few leaves in his hair. A groan rose from his stiff mouth, the furrowed brow indicating that his shower earlier was pointless now.

Seth’s hands around Oliver’s waist suddenly made everything better. A wide grin surfaced on his lips, and he struggled to get closer. Seth’s giggles were adorable; they made Oli want to fuck him right then and there. The thought lingered on his mind for a minute or two, making him a little dazed and leaving him with a smile. Seth quickly kissed Oliver, which made him that much happier, before complimenting his dashing efforts. ““Ohmygod, Oli, you were fucking amazing!”” Oli smirked, shaking his head as he hooked an arm around Seth’s neck. The other one rested closely by Seth’s crotch, as a subconscious tease. He was a big tease, and he knew it. “You’re the fucking amazing one.” He murmured, flashing a quick, bright white grin before relaxing into the yummy kiss Seth offered. Oliver shuddered pleasantly as Seth dragged his tongue along his lips, doubling back and nearly crashing into the bush. Breathless, he only smiled again; Seth was a smart cookie. He could guess what sort of kinky, dirty things were on his mind. Oli united their lips again, keeping his tongue quiet on the bottom of his mouth. He was going for a softer appeal, now. The rough stuff was for later.

Oli whimpered painfully when Seth broke their kiss. It had been so good, too. “No,” He mumbled, trying to lurch forward once more. But he stopped when Seth started to speak. It was hard to stay away from his body, so Oli channeled his desires by putting that hand near Seth’s crotch to work. He put pressure on it for a moment, raising his brow at Seth as he spoke. “Your place or mine?” Oliver grinned, laughing that cute, boyish laugh of his. He withdrew his hand from Seth’s leg, and used it to brush a stray lock of hair from his eyes again. There, He thought to himself, satisfied. Those hazel irises were too pretty to hide. Cupping Seth’s chin, Oliver closed his lips around his lower tongue, moving very, very slowly. When he pulled away that mysterious smirk was tainting his mouth. “Baby, we could fuck in a bathroom or on the street. I don’t care.” Oli grinned, chuckling and pulling himself into Seth’s lap. He imitated the boy’s earlier actions by straddling him. However, he curled his legs around Seth’s waist, making the soles of his Prada shoes meet behind his lover. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Oli purred, his hand creeping down Seth’s pants again. The familiar warmth of his thigh was sensational, and was turning him on even more than before. Which was nearly impossible, to tell the truth.

Oliver pressed his lips to Seth’s after a few seconds, nostalgic for his taste. Oddly enough, he tasted like sex. Hot sex. Oli’s legs began to shake in want, but he kept himself under control. The calmer he was, the more wild Seth was bound to be. He pushed himself further into the boy’s lap until they were crotch against crotch, which was Boner City at this point. Oli giggled girlishly, wiggling the hand until it rested on the inside of Seth’s thigh. Now, he couldn’t help his tongue. It was as far into Seth’s mouth as physically possible. He pulled it along the roof of his mouth, hoping to get that wonderful, shocked reaction from Seth. “Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.” Oliver whispered into Seth’s lips, squeezing the fragile skin of his thigh. He grinned, the two boys’ teeth clashing momentarily. Aw, that poor boy. Oli was torturing him with that hand of his…

haha. they're adorable. xD

[seth matthews.]

I can speak when I want to,
Employ my voice till it burns,
Through the core of my own throat,
Speak until the demands gone.

As Oliver struggled to worm his way closer to Seth, more soft, childish laughter escaped past his lips. A soft shake of Seth’s head was given, obsidian locks falling unorthodoxly over hazel eyes, one arm remained curled possessively about Oliver’s waist, the other allowing one hand to stroke the inside of Oli’s thigh teasingly. At the vague grin that lingered on Oli’s lips, a brow was raised curiously, his lips pressing warmly to Oliver’s own, nibbling only once or twice at the boy’s upper lip, although he pulled away only moments after their lips had connected. His words had been breathed with the zeal of a girl trying to catch a certain boy’s attention and possibly get laid after the homecoming football game, now an absent sort of smile overtook the boy’s lips as his mind went to work, courting the thoughts of various kinky things that would most likely happen within the next hour – if not sooner. Seth blinked rapidly as Oli hooked an arm about his neck, the placement of the other boy’s hand causing Seth to tremble lightly in anticipation. “Honestly, if it wasn’t for you, we’d still be locked back in that weird ass interrogation hell with fat security guards locking us on opposite sides of the room, darling.” His words purred softly before lacing their lips together once more, his tongue slowly gliding along the crease of Oli’s lips teasingly, an array of soft licks adorning Oliver’s upper lip, giggling softly as the other boy pulled back. “God, your so fucking delicious.” Seth’s words were murmured hotly against Oli’s lips as the other boy leant forward to unite their lips once more. In all honesty Seth was a bit surprised that Oliver insisted on a softer, more gentle kiss, but somehow it felt just as kinky as all their previous licking and biting. He loved it.

Pulling away, Seth heard the pained whimper the graced Oli’s wonderful mouth, a soft chuckle expelled at the boy’s mumbled protest, leaning back slightly as the other boy attempted to lurch forward. It was all Seth could do to refrain from leaning back into those luscious lips and getting caught up in once of Oli’s amazingly delicious kisses. As Oliver put his hand to work, a loud moan broke from Seth’s throat, his eyes slipping closed and his head tipping back, his teeth sinking into his lower lip in an attempt to keep himself quiet. If Oliver didn’t quit teasing him, Seth was going to fuck him right here in the bushes beside the mall. It was with a trembling voice that Seth spoke, only to be greeted by a gorgeous grin and adorable laughter, a brow rose in question at Oli’s own words. “Since my place is yet to be unpacked, I say it’s your place baby, because as flattering as fucking you in the nearest bathroom seems, I like the thought of a nice cozy bed.” His own grin flashed to the other boy, whimpering softly in pleasure as Oli pulled himself into Seth’s lap, his arms once more winding about Oli’s waist, pulling the boy as close as humanely possible, one hand stroking the boy’s leg softly, black varnished nails sinking softly into Oliver’s denim incased thigh. “I’m not half as gorgeous as you, honey.” He moaned softly into Oliver’s ear, his back arching lightly as Oli’s hand was felt creeping down his pants once more, Seth’s hips pushed forward unconsciously, his tongue slowly meeting the boy’s pale neck, a warm trail of saliva snaking it’s way across Oli’s skin.

The oh-so familiar feeling of Oliver’s lips against his own caused Seth to tremble with want and need, Seth’s teeth roughly capturing Oliver’s upper lip, the bites, although rather rough, were far from pain causing. After the rough tug of war with Oli’s upper lip, the boy’s lip was delicately incased by Seth’s lips, suckling softly at Oli’s lip in a sort of apologetic manner, as If trying to make up for the abnormally rough biting. As Oliver’s legs began to tremble, Seth pushed one hand down gently over Oli’s crotch, a gentle, kneading action taken up by the now busy hand. As Oli pushed himself further into Seth’s lap, Seth moaned deeply, his hips rising and falling softly to apply gentle pressure against Oli’s crotch in a manner of teasing foreplay. As Oliver moved his hand to Seth’s inner thigh, a sharp gasp was given, his eyes slipping closed as he felt Oli’s lips against his own, allowing the boy’s tongue to slip into his mouth with out hesitation nor a fight. Oliver had went to work furiously, his tongue scavenging Seth’s mouth like there was some type of wonder drug hidden somewhere in there, although at the moment Seth was no better. His tongue ravaged in Oliver’s mouth, grazing over any possible spot of pleasure to make the other boy moan and tremble like Oli was so doing to Seth at the moment. When Oliver drug his tongue over the roof of Seth’s mouth, A soft gasp was given as he shuddered with pleasure, rubbing his tongue over the underside of Oliver’s tongue, trying to the same spot he had earlier in the interrogation room that would make Oli go wild. At Oli’s whispered words, Seth shuddered at the boy’s liquid voice, ignoring the short lived pain that shot through the boy’s mouth at the colliding of their teeth, his own bright grin given. “Amazing, amazing, amazing, amazing boy.” He purred softly against Oli’s lips, groaning loudly at the pleasurable sensation that overwhelmed Seth’s body at the tender pinch to the sensitive flesh of his thigh, playfully pinning Oli to the ground. Seth’s body pressed down ontop of Oli’s own, his hands encaging Oliver’s wrists and raising his arms above Oli’s head, his lips meeting Oliver’s in a long, deep kiss.

After several long, heart stopping moments Seth reluctantly pulled his lips form Oliver’s own, sitting up and studying the sky briefly. It wouldn’t be long until dark. Somehow Seth managed to clamber to his feet, stretching softly, his hands stretched above his head, a face made softly as he glanced downwards. Thank god he wasn’t somewhere important, because there would’ve been no way of covering up what Oliver was doing to him. He stooped slightly his hand taking Oli’s, and his fingers lacing slowly through Oliver’s and pulling the boy to his feet, his arms slowly encircling Oliver’s hips and pulling the boy against himself. “Come on, let’s go to your place. It’ll be so much more interesting there.” Seth rubbed his body against Oliver slowly and teasingly, before puling away, one arm still looped about Oli’s side as he stumbled drunkenly back through the bush and into the sidewalk. His hand found it’s way into Oli’s back pocket, his fingers flexing softly against Oli’s ass. He stood there momentarily, blinking thoughtfully as he studied the now nearly full parking lot. Where the hell did he park, anyways? He scanned the rows and rows of cars, quickly spotting the green mustang and glancing towards Oliver deviously, his tongue grazing over the boy’s cheek affectionately. Seth began leading Oliver to his car, pressing the boy against the side of the hunter green car and pressing his lips against Oli’s tenderly, going for a softer approach on the kissing, not wanting Oliver to think that Seth was all that predictable. After a few long moments he pulled away, reaching into his pant pocket to pull out a set of keys and unlocking the doors, before slipping around to the driver’s side and crawling into the small car.

Once inside the vehicle and Oliver placed next to him, he turned the car on, and putting the car into drive, his hand then reaching out to rest on Oli’s thigh, his thumb dangerously close to the boy’s crotch. “Mind giving me directions on where the hell I’m supposed to go?” He asked and glanced towards Oli, a brow rose questioning before turning slightly and pulling Oliver’s lips against hi sown, Oli’s bottom lip trapped between Seth’s tenderly, sucking slowly and deliberately at the boy’s lips before pulling away and grinning slightly, his hand placed on the wheel as he accelerated, heading towards the mall’s exit. This was ending up being quite the interesting night.

ooc;hehe. they are actually totally adorable together.

[oliver logan]

i'm going to reply to this at olly's house. :]]