I want your babies, / BRENT

[james xavier rune]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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I WILL SHOW YOU HOW ALL THE BITE MARKS IMPRESS.
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Most of James' time was spent in his dorm, his mind always being occupied on trying to find a way to entertain himself. He avoided going home as much as possible, but for some reason his dad always wanted him to come home and spend his weekends 'with the family.' He didn't always mind since his brother's girlfriend was over all the time-- she was pretty cool -- but there was just so little tolerance for his father and brother that it wasn't even worth it. This week he wasn't going to go home, instead he'd go to all of his friend's houses at least once. Of course, all of his friends translates to all the friends that he really is close to.

It was friday afternoon, around four PM, both Brent and himself were out of school for the weekend. Brent was pretty much the only guy friend, other than maybe Bentley, that he actually talked to on a daily basis. Did he think of him as just a friend? Not always. Sometimes James thought he noticed things in their relationship that normally didnt occur with just guy friends. He didn't know which way Brent swung -- although he hoped for both -- but he probably wouldn't be able to score someone such as Brent anyway. Regardless of his little crushing business, he was over at his house right now, following the slightly older male as he gave him a tour of his house. They got back to the main living room, he looked around and nodded, not having much to say.

He had made several little comments during the tour, they all pretty much counted towards his outlook on the house. None of them were bad, some were a little weird, but good nonetheless. He sat down on the couch and looked down at his socks, one was red and the other was black like the rest of his clothing. He flicked his head back a tad to move his sidebangs out of his eyes, just to let them slide back in their original place. "So, there's this game I used to play with my friend. Its like..a really, effing intense game of tag." He said, grinning while pausing for a second to think of what exactly you had to do. "Its kind of like hide and seek too. Count to 20, blaah blahh blah... that kind of deal, But, you dont tag them... you either, tackle them and get 'em or sacrifice them by like.. letting them go once but then when you get them the next time, you win."

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VELVET BURNS WRISTS WHILE OBSTRAINING, YOU BLUSHED.
DANCE AND EXPLODE

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YOU BLUSHED AND SMILED, AND SAID YOU WOULD STAY.
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( STATUS )[/color] finished ,
( TAGGED )[/color] brent ,
( WORDS )[/color] idc ,
( MUSIC )[/color] none actually ,
( OUTFIT )[/color] right here.
( CREDIT )[/color] NIKKI SYX ?! of caution2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]

[brent lucas dash]

It was so rare that Brent brought people over. It was like exposing a secret life he lived. Still, James had proven that he was definitely worth sharing a secret with. The two had been spending a lot of time together recently, and Brent wouldn’t have had it any other way. Although there was that ‘years age difference’ that so many teens seem to think is the end of the world when having a friend, Brent didn’t notice it. James as far as he was concerned the same age as he was.

When the two had actually arrived at Brent’s house he felt a bit awkward. This was one thing he didn’t share with anyone, yet here he was exposing it to James. They had after all become pretty good friends, although Brent’s heart told him that he’d rather something then just friends. He kept that bit quiet, seeing as neither of the two’s sexual orientation had ever come up in conversation before. What if I’m hitting on a straight guy? Brent always thought to himself, knowing that would be awkward as all hell. There were butterflies in his stomach throughout the entire tour, although it wasn’t just because his secret way of living was exposed. There was something about having James in his house and away from so many people that made his stomach twist and turn. These feelings weren’t negative, but excited and curious as to how things may play out.

Now that the tour was over Brent could relax a little. When James sat down Brent sat himself down on the carpet close to it, sitting Indian style. Thank god he hadn’t worn tight pants today, but rather a looser pair that he owned that allowed for a good amount of movement. He had been watching Jame’s face intently once the tour was done, and he spotted the mismatched socks. That happened to him all the time, and nowadays it seemed like most people would rather mismatch their socks then match anyways. None the less, spying the difference he had to smile. Once James spoke Brent’s eyes moved up to his face. Brent didn’t play a lot of games, but a contact game with James might prove fun. It was rather obvious he was enjoying the idea with the smirk on his lips.

”Okay! So, who’s going to be it?” At least this way now that Brent had shown James the house he couldn’t get lost... Well he could get lost but hopefully it wouldn’t be that bad. Scratching at his chest through his Avenged Sevenfold shirt, he waited to hear more about this game. Yes, this was definitely going to be fun. He was also grateful that nobody was home, otherwise he might be told to ‘take it outside’ of which he probably wouldn’t have anyways.

[james xavier rune]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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I WILL SHOW YOU HOW ALL THE BITE MARKS IMPRESS.
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Here's another thing about James: he doesn't seem to think much about where his friends come from, what they do when he's not around, excetera. The main thing he's always concerned about is what they act like when they're with him. Not when they're with other people. Not their background. The chemistry between them. His father was dirty stinking rich, big houses weren't exactly new to him, thanks to having a succesful novelist for a dad. Sometimes he just assumed that everyone he knew lived like this, just because their area seemed so previlleged.

James brought his legs up and sat indian style on the couch, he didn't mean to copy Brent's position, it just happened like that without him realizing it. He shrugged his shoulders and switched positions as fast as he had before, standing up this time. He did a silent game of eny meanie miny mo and it landed on Brent, so he gave him a little smile then said "You?"

While he said it he was looking in multiple directions, trying to figure out which way he'd run first. He only remembered where a few rooms were and was really likely to get lost. Admittedly, he paid more attention to his 'friend' more than the tour and where was where. The age difference to him was hardly even there, plus, he liked his men older. If he dated a girl he liked them to be younger, it went both ways depending on what gender he dated, crushed on or flirted with. With Brent though, he didn't really risk him being straight and flirting, but sometimes he accidentally sent messages that said he was pretty attracted to the guy.

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VELVET BURNS WRISTS WHILE OBSTRAINING, YOU BLUSHED.
DANCE AND EXPLODE

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YOU BLUSHED AND SMILED, AND SAID YOU WOULD STAY.
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( STATUS )[/color] finished ,
( TAGGED )[/color] brent ,
( WORDS )[/color] idc ,
( MUSIC )[/color] none actually ,
( OUTFIT )[/color] right here.
( CREDIT )[/color] NIKKI SYX ?! of caution2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]

[brent lucas dash]

Brent had been busy talking and waving his arms about during the entire tour that he hadn’t really thought to see if James had been paying attention. This little game they were going to play was going to prove interesting however, because if James had been paying decent attention he stood a chance. Otherwise the house was a maze and was easy to get lost in. Sometimes even Brent didn’t know where he was going around the house and it left an unsettling feeling inside his stomach. The place still didn’t feel like home, but it was one of those awkward feelings in the pit of your stomach you eventually got used to.

Having failed to notice James copying of sitting position, Brent appeared to be a bit zoned out. It was one of those times where he was actually happy and his mind allowed for a quick shut off that left him with a rather dorky but adorable look on his face. When he did snap out he was just in time to hear that he was the one being voluntold to be it. Not being able to help it, Brent rolled his eyes but had to smirk. Well, at least he’d have an excuse to tackle James. Wow, he shouldn’t think those kinds of thoughts with other people in the room.

”I’ll count to ten then...” There was a playful smirk on his lips like he just couldn’t wait to chase down James like a fox chases a rabbit. ”I’ll even close my eyes... Ready?” Brent waited a brief moment to see if James was going to get up or not. He didn’t want too long, and began counting down. ”Ten, nine, eight, seven, six , five, four, three, two...” He didn’t say the numbers fast, he left enough of a pause that it didn’t seem like he was dragging it out or going too fast. ”ONE!” He yelled, listening to the house as though it would give his friend away.

[james xavier rune]

Was it weird that James didn’t want to tackle him—well, he did—and that he wanted to be the one tackled? Something about that question leaned towards yes when he asked himself it in his head. He had a playful, large, and somewhat goofy grin across his face which itself read his mood. Glad that Brent hadn’t just turned the ‘offer’ to ‘let him go first’ on him, James nodded and raised a brow. He had said twenty, but he wasn’t about to bring that up, it wasn’t that big of a deal anyway was it? Just ten seconds less to get lost in Brent’s maze of a house.

He unfolded his legs and hopped up, checking to make sure Brent’s eyes were closed before running off in a random direction. five . Shit, five seconds went by fast, didn’t they? James looked around panicky; he was only a room or two away from Brent, probably the easiest place to be guessed. He was unsure which direction was which, thanks to being the most observant tourist ever. Cursing himself for not paying attention he continued to trot into a different room, one that looked like a dining room or something of the works. ONE!

Normally in this game, when you heard the ‘It’ say one, you were supposed to run for your life. But no, James figured that he could stop for a minute and let Brent closer, to make the game hit the climax. He would tire himself out anyway if he wasted all his energy now, then what would he do when he was face to face with Brent? Yeah, not fun. So he decided that being face to face with him and having all his energy—which was always relatively high, thank you—was the best decision. Plus, the sooner the climax hit, the sooner the ending result came… and why was the ending so special? Duh, he’d have sex on fire tackling him, on top of him…

So there he stood, in the middle of some dining room in front of a table. He listened for footsteps, would Brent even come the right way? He wouldn't start running until he saw him, but he'd still need at least five seconds preparation beforehand unless he wanted to be caught head on. That'd ruin most of the game, though.

[brent lucas dash]

Brent really hadn’t paid much attention to the rules. All he knew was that he was going to get to tackle James and he was going to love it, for as brief as it may be. Wow, that sounded really pathetic. The anticipation was growing in his stomach as he continued to count down. Had James paid enough attention while he was giving the tour to find a good hiding spot? Brent hoped not, because this place was huge and it was a rather difficult place to navigate around if you were looking for something that was lost… Or hiding really.

Unsure if he should take a running start, Brent crept around for a bit. This could give James a little bit more time to hide. When he moved around a hallway he spotted James and smirked. So the wolf had the rabbit within it’s line of sight. No doubt James had spotted him by this point and the two were barreling around the house, trying to avoid and catch each other.

Aside from his regular jogs this was probably as much exercise that Brent had in a while, however short it was. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d run full tilt after someone, or something. Good old James was fun to be around though, and although Brent was usually a serious grumpy pants he found himself being more light hearted around James then most people he’d known his entire life.

It wouldn’t be long before one of them eventually slipped up. Either James would turn into a room that had no exits or Brent would turn the wrong way and lose James. If Brent did happen to lose James he’d just have to backtrack as fast as he possibly could so that he could continue hunting his pray.

If only his mother could see him right now. She’d wonder where her son had gone and who they’d replaced him with. It was also a very good thing neither parents were here or this game might not even happen, due to the strict house rules. But come on, every house deserved to have a game of tag played in it once in a while right?