secretly in love with you - jagger

[Kuro Lavine de Morte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] i'ma pick you up tiny minded, two-toned suckers. same old faces make me shudder. countless times i've screamed "oh brother!" where are you? I need someone to be my lover. OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: jagger | WORDS: 697 Coming to the club to dance had seemed like a good idea at the beginning of the night. Kuro had not taken into account how high his libido got when he got drunk though. That had been the first mistake. The second mistake had been asking Jagger to dance. He just couldn't resist the urge to press close to his best friend. Pressing their forms together did not help his libido. The third mistake? Alcohol. Lots. And lots. Of alcohol. He couldn't even remember how many drinks he'd had, or what drinks. Which meant he was mixing liquors. The morning was going to be hell. This was the biggest mistake of all on Kuro's list. Because in his drunken stupor, he'd removed the hoodie he'd worn to the club and his shirt was rolled up to expose his midriff. It was so hot, but exposed skin seemed not to help his situation. And so now... he was grinding against Jagger. You heard it right folks. The sexy, blue-eyed, black-haired, flamboyantly gay, drunker than a bee on rotten apples, youth was grinding on the hottest piece of meat at the Cell. God damn Jagger was tempting. Beyond tempting, he was sinful. No creation of God could ever be so tempting, so surely his best friend was a gift from Satan. Providing, of course, that the yellow-eyed, red-horned demon truly existed in the beyond to punish those in life who gave in to such temptations as the gorgeous blond that he was grinding against. But for this... Kuro suspected he would gladly go to hell, if only he dared confess to Jagger how much he wanted him. How much that night years ago when they'd awoken in each others arms had meant to him. He reached down, placing a hand on Jagger's hip as they swayed to the music, pressing even closer against him. God he loved dancing, especially like this. If only Jagger were his, he'd be dragging the male off to fuck him ruthlessly against a random wall. Ah, damn. Kuro pulled back away from the other a bit. Those thoughts were getting him absolutely no where and serving no purpose then to frustrate him so completely beyond the realm of comfortable. The motions of their dance had already started turning them on, but god damn that one thought had been the end of it. The dead end. Now he wanted the male in front of him. Painfully so. He pulled back from the other male, offering him a slight grin. "Hey, come on, I gotta sit down a sec or I'ma pass out," he stated, speech slightly slurred from the drink. He tugged the other male towards the table where his hoodie was draped across a random chair and the table that was full of empty glasses and bottles. He lifted himself up into the seat and grinned at the other, reaching out to pick up his glass and down the contents in two swallows. Yeah, he was gonna feel that when he stood up. He looked over at Jagger with a grin. "You havin' fun?" he called out over the music to his best friend. They hadn't been in the area for long, but already it felt as though they'd been there for years. It was about damn time that they went out and had a damn good time, and Friday night was perfect for that. It meant he could spend the night in the bathroom floor and not really regret the night spent on a cold floor because he had to get up and teach class. "I think I'm getting hungry though," he stated with a slight frown and looked at the other. "What kind of food do you think they got here?" He didn't feel like going home yet... it was snowing outside, something that he wasn't keen to walk home in while wearing these particular shoes. Of course, he supposed he'd been asking for it, but oh well, shit happened. But he wanted food. DATE: november 4 - 12:35 AM NOTES: he's got it baaaaad

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[Jagger Liam Sparks]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] 'cause baby you're a firework it wasn't often that jagger let himself go out and have a good time and actually get out of his shell. while he loved to go out and have a good time, he had a hard time letting go until he was pretty far gone in the alcohol department. sure, kuro helped him relax enough to tolerate being danced on by random strangers and order his own drinks on occasion while he was sober, but it took him a few drinks before he was comfortable enough to actually get weird. jagger wasn't afraid to admit that he was a bit of a light weight, but even if he wasn't, he would be pretty toasty by now. he hadn't been totally convinced that it would be a good idea to go out and dance like an idiot when he was this far gone, but he trusted kuro enough to allow himself to go out and dance for a couple of songs. could this even be considered dancing? if anyone he knew saw him in such a compromising position at this point, jagger's life would become all kinds of complicated. tomorrow morning would come nice and rough and full of pain in the form of evidence from the night before, but he couldn't be bothered with the idea tonight. tonight, his mind was set hard on the way kuro's hips shifted to the beat of the music and how good he looked on the dance floor. jagger had always looked a bit awkward on the dance floor mainly because he was so tall and skinny and didn't quite know how to be sexy, but he tried. he wasn't entirely sure if it was a good thing that his best friend was grinding on him like this simply because of the effects that it was having on him, but he played it off pretty well. he was fantastic at playing stupid, after all. he could pretend as if this all wasn't phasing him, even though it was doing terrible things to him. kuro knew how to make him look good. running his hands up his best friend's thighs as he swayed to the music, jagger was getting lost in the beat and the others body. if it wouldn't hurt everything he'd ever worked for with his friendship with kuro, he would have made a move by now. hell, he'd have done a lot more than just make a move, but then again, jagger knew how shy he really could be when it came to situations like this. everything about jagger was a little awkward and slightly weird, but it was so much worse when it came to emotions. he noticed the way that kuro was so hot and cold, but he didn't make any comment on it other than leaning his nose closer to trail along the others nose in a slightly seductive way. a frown crossed his lips as the other male moved away slightly, but jagger quickly forced his lips upward once again at his best friend's words. that made sense, right? "you okay?" he called over the music, allowing kuro to tug him off of the dance floor and back toward their trashed table. was he having fun? well sure, he was having a blast so far, but he knew that he could be having so much more fun in another situation. his eyes slid down over kuro's hips greedily, though his gaze darted back up to his eyes quickly as he realized that he was being too obvious. he shifted to stand behind his friend, his hands moving to run over his shoulders lightly. "i don't know. i don't typically eat at places like this." he said simply, bring his mouth closer to the other male's ear so that he could hear him. "what do you want? my treat." it was probably the most he'd said all night, but he had every intention of treating kuro to anything he wanted. come on let your colors burst tagged kuro words ### outfit here notes he's feelin' flirty! credits irisheyes of C.20

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[Kuro Lavine de Morte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] i'ma pick you up tiny minded, two-toned suckers. same old faces make me shudder. countless times i've screamed "oh brother!" where are you? I need someone to be my lover. OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: jagger | WORDS: 540 Kuro looked over at the other male as he asked over the music if he was okay. "Yeah, yeah! I'm totally awesome. But I'm just getting a bit dizzy with all the head banging and hip swivels," he stated with a rather large smile directed towards the other male as they sat back down. He placed a hand against his chest, his heart was racing, he could feel it as if it were beating in his throat and he wondered vaguely if that was because of the adrenaline or if it was because of the raging hard on he was suffering from. He smiled up at his friend at this point, wondering if perhaps he should order them another round of drinks or not. "But yeah, I'm totally completely fine. I just need a little rest." He did notice, however, that the other male's eyes were moving over his body and he arched a delicate eyebrow before the other was getting up to his feet. He followed the other's movements, his own eyes sliding down towards Jagger's hips as the other walked with a slight sway. God, he was so fucking gorgeous, it made him want to whine. He closed his eyes slightly at the feeling of the other's hands on his shoulders as the other stated that he didn't typically eat at places like this. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry for food anymore. He opened his eyes, which had darkened just a small amount as he turned his head at feeling the other's lips near his ear lightly. He turned his head again, reaching up to gently grip the other's head to hold him still so that he could whisper into the other's ear. "What if I want a bite out of you?" He watched as the other male turned to look at him and before Jagger could react much, he pressed their lips together in a firm kiss. After a moment, he pulled away and he gave a soft sigh against the other' slips. "God you taste so fucking good, Jagger," he whispered softly against the other's lips as he opened his eyes to look at him. Damn, he hadn't even remembered closing his eyes during that kiss. He slowly moved to his feet, gripping the back of the other's head and kissing him again. "Fuck, Jagger," he growled softly, closing his eyes again as he nuzzled against the other's throat gently. His other hand moved around the other's hip, pulling their forms together and letting the other feel his erection. "I want to get out of here," he whispered softly, dragging his tongue along the other's throat. "God, while we were dancing all I could think about was throwing you into a wall and fucking you right there, you're so positively sinful," he hissed softly, kissing the other's jaw. "Please say we can go back to the apartment and screw like bunnies. I want to feel your skin on mine, please, Jagger. I was to feel you..." he pleaded softly. DATE: november 4 - 12:35 AM NOTES: he's got it baaaaad

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