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Post by jay on May 20, 2011 7:27:52 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, Love is just a silly game that everyone plays, Jay hadn’t been in love for a while for a few years, his last love interests Mylee and Sandra have both been exceptional lovers and now, for the past few years Jay had been in a slump just enjoying his Pokémon and really focusing on the goals he laid four years ago. It was bittersweet but he was currently getting to where he finally wanted to be in his life, walking into the club the veteran trainer felt as if it was time for his well-deserved break. Jay walked into the club and ordered a large drink of jager and red bull, quickly taking a sip, he swished his drink around and sat back down in the back of the club enjoying his time there, watching the little kids grind up onto each other and literally having sex on the floor.
Jay finished half of his drink before feeling the effects of the alcohol in his system; he was exceptionally intoxicated and just sat there with a dumbfounded look on his face. The Team Death grunt was still very much able to control his movements; they were now just a bit more sluggish. He was looking for anything to hit on at this point, the sexual frustration that built up in his body was unparalleled by any other. He was going to get laid tonight. [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center]
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Post by arionne ♥ on May 22, 2011 12:35:03 GMT -5
[bg=000000][cs=2][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500px,true]B l a z e F e r r i o firemasterofcheyenne | [rs=2][bg=2b2b2b][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] IT'S FUNNY HOW LIFE CAN BE, THE CIRCLES DANCE AROUND ME DRAWING A REMINDER OF WHAT I'VE DONE AND WHO I'VE BECOME Blaze wasn't sure why or how he had ended up in the club. Something to do with Team Death and Syl and needing to just get away. He was not the type to frequent these places, but once in a while, he needed to escape and just get a bit tipsy. Never that big of a drinker, and he cursed his asian genes for it, Blaze tended to stay toward the lesser drinks with lower alcohol content. But he was having a really bad day. Between trying to recruit new members and having to deal with the current ones, making sure everyone knew what their goal was, what their plan was, and then having Syl come in and destroy a week's worth of effort, it was frustrating, and Blaze just wanted to forget it for a bit. He was tired, and overheard that the club wasn't a bad place to get a drink and meet some new people. He was only interested in the first half.
At least in the ghettos, no one cared who you were.
Blaze sat alone, not really paying attention to his surroundings, his hands nursing a drink as he let the music wash over him. The place was crowded and a bit stuffy for his taste, and the smell of sex made him rather uncomfortable. He was still new to this sex business, and he tried to just ignore it and not feel too out of place. Did he reek of virgin? He hoped it did not show too much. His whole face already had a red tinge to it due to the drink, and this was one of the reasons he avoided the alcohol. He did not like losing control of his actions, did not like feeling exposed, and certainly hated appearing weak and vulnerable. As long as he didn't get tooplastered, he supposed he could allow himself to indulge just a little bit. It wasn't as if he was going to meet anyone he knew, here. Right?
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Post by jay on May 23, 2011 4:50:56 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, Club Verona was known for its extremely dubious ways, there had been a ton of suspicious people walking in and out selling drugs, doing drugs or even just whoring themselves outs to guys for copious amounts of cash. This wouldn’t change the way that Jay was going to act in this club. He finished his Jäger and red bull, drunk enough to blame it on the booze but not to blackout completely. Jay walked onto the dance floor and began to dance uncontrollably on the floor, he was grinding on some random stranger, and his lap had been right upon some other guy’s lap. Jay wasn’t normally into males but he could really care less about what he was going to nail as long as he got something. His body was swaying back and forth as he worked his left hand down some guy’s check gently stroking his abdomens and resting his hand right above this guy’s jeans. ”mmm.” he moaned as he nibbled on the guy’s ear before the song ended and they finished their little rendezvous with a small kiss and they dispersed, knowing that they wouldn’t ever see each other again.
Intoxicated Jay staggered his way over to the bar once again, his hands landed on the counter before sitting down and taking a small break. His head was really buzzing, as Jay wasn’t able to sit still, at all. ”Woah.” the Team Death grunt said as he saw Blaze sitting a few chairs down on the bar. ”Blaze, what are you doing here?” he stammered over to his superior before a huge drunken smile was plastered all over his face. mmm, he’s looking fine tonight. Jay thought as he slammed his left hand on the table, ”two shots of Vodka. Please.” he blabbed out as he got both shots in a few minutes. ”Let’s go Blaze. Take a shot with me right now. We’re going to let you have an awesome night tonight. I’ll take care of you promise.” he said as he grabbed Blaze’s hand and really promised him an awesome night, if he just let himself go. Jay took his shot quickly and started to laugh slightly. He was getting kind of handsy as he ran his hand through Blaze’s hair, ”when did you get this cute?” Jay said with a chuckle as he pinched his administrator’s cheeks waiting to see how he would take this.
Ooc| way to not do anything at all.
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Post by arionne ♥ on May 24, 2011 23:34:11 GMT -5
[bg=000000][cs=2][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500px,true]B l a z e F e r r i o firemasterofcheyenne | [rs=2][bg=2b2b2b][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] IT'S FUNNY HOW LIFE CAN BE, THE CIRCLES DANCE AROUND ME DRAWING A REMINDER OF WHAT I'VE DONE AND WHO I'VE BECOME He wasn't drunk yet. Tipsy, perhaps, but drunk? After one drink? He wasn't going to believe it, despite his face already flushing red. Which is why, when Jay came by asking for two shots of Vodka and downed it without a second thought, Blaze did the same.
Everything inside him told him it was a stupid move, but he already felt the burn of the alcohol, sliding down his throat, telling him it was too late. Why had he done it? Because he didn't want to appear any less of a man in front of a Team Death member?
Jay... Blaze remembered him, vaguely. He had met the other trainer just a couple of times, such a long time ago. Heard about the trainer that was making his way through the gyms with dreams of becoming a master. Blaze didn't know he was part of Team Death back then, but it should have been obvious, with how close he and Syl were. Though Blaze never found out about Syl either. Something must have happened, for Jay to have never climbed up in the ranks. He left, probably, as Blaze did not remember seeing him around too much. But now, the trainer wanted back in, and 'cause he probably sucked Syl's dick, the redhead was quick to welcome him back in.
"'Don' need you takin' care o' me," Blaze said, already feeling the effects of the highly concentrated alcohol that was seeping into his bloodstream. He swatted the other man's hand away from his cheek, before pushing Jay away a bit. "What you doin' here? Shouldn' ya be on a mission or somethin'?" Blaze barely even looked at him, though a passing glance was enough for him to notice Jay wasn't looking terribly bad. Though that might also have been the alcohol speaking. He wasn't incredibly interested in spending time with the people he was supposed to be commanding and ruining his professional image. Especially not while he wasn't exactly in the right state of mind. He couldn't muster up his intimidating persona. Not with his blood alcohol level rising like this.
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Post by jay on May 25, 2011 6:48:54 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, The Team Death grunt mumbled something incoherent as he bit his lip and moaned slightly before he called the bartender over once again. ”Can we get two more shots of vodka and a screwdriver for me. Here.” he gave the bartender a $50 so that as he got deeper into his alcohol, he didn’t stop paying his dues. ”Thanks.” he said as he took a second shot of Vodka as his throat burned and his orange juice and vodka, also known as the screwdriver, slid down from the bartender helping Jay get drunk quicker. He took a small sip of his drink as he looked back to Blaze, ”I cn kinda tel tat u dn’t do dis much. Her’s nother one.” his speech was already starting to get slurred thanks to the alcohol. Jay tanked half of his drink; alcohol was never an excuse, especially after Jay feeling victorious and wanting to celebrate his good fortune and battle prowess. ”Jus celebratin, is all.” Jay said as Blaze tried to act like his superior, ”Jus relax. U don need ta act lyk mi superiah. Just let yourself go. Let mi hlp u hav a gud tim.” he really wanted to get Blaze to have an awesome time, finishing his screwdriver and his second shot of his night; he looked at the shot on the counter for Blaze to finish his shot.
Jay took a deep breath, as his mind was unclear and full of alcoholic dreams. ”Les go.” the team death grunt smiled as he pulled his administrator from his sitting position onto the dance floor. Jay stammered his way through people and landed on the perfect spot in the middle where the lights were flashing and the bass had been slamming hard. The drunk male pulled Blaze in, ”just dance with me, k?” he said really trying to dominate the situation by dancing behind Blaze placing his thigh right by Blaze really bumping and grinding on Blaze as his hands ran through the executive’s hair, ”just enjoy it.” Jay said as he continued to dance really grinding up on Blaze his hands slowly moving to Blaze’s side and sliding down his back. He didn’t want to make it too awkward yet, hoping that Blaze was drunk enough to just go for it. [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center]
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Post by arionne ♥ on May 26, 2011 23:08:55 GMT -5
[bg=000000][cs=2][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500px,true]B l a z e F e r r i o firemasterofcheyenne | [rs=2][bg=2b2b2b][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] IT'S FUNNY HOW LIFE CAN BE, THE CIRCLES DANCE AROUND ME DRAWING A REMINDER OF WHAT I'VE DONE AND WHO I'VE BECOME Blaze hadn't wanted to take the drink. He wasn't dumb, and he knew he couldn't take the alcohol, and tried to push it away. Te peer pressure, watching the other man take the drinks so easily and even paying for his drink. In the end, Blaze took the drink, but threw some money on the table as well. The alcohol burned and he could almost feel himself getting more and more drunk. He had to stop. He couldn't do any more. Even now he was regretting that last shot of vodka. His whole body was enflamed and seemed much more sensitive as he became much more aware of the light and sounds around him.
He almost tripped when he was pulled into the dance floor, the bodies writhing all around him, feeling the temperature rise from the energy and excitement. His whole body shook with every beat of the base and Blaze felt like his heart was going to rip through his rib cage. The feeling was surreal, and somehow in the process, he felt the other male rutting against him while hands moved across his body. He jerked away just a bit, before his alcohol-induced mind told him to just relax and enjoy. He let his body move naturally, swaying with the music. He was a terrible dancer, but he managed to make himself look a bit less of a fool by imitating some nearby clubbers and letting his body go. The heat of Jay's body, so close to him, definitely felt good. It reminded him of the fire he was so attached to, reminded him of the warmth of another body he didn't even know he craved. The heat surrounded him, comforting him, radiating off the other trainer's hands while the bass made his whole body tremble from the inside out.
Is this what he had been missing out? His head was light, and letting go of his control was so much easier. And the heat was just exhilarating, surrounding his body. He leaned back a bit, pressing himself closer to Jay, close to the fire. In the back of his mind, a voice told him that this was a bad idea on so many levels, but any arguments were drowned by the loud music, blaring in his ears until he couldn't hear himself think. Besides, Jay was going to take care of him, right?
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Post by jay on May 27, 2011 6:26:31 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, Drinking never really brought anything good after but when Jay was drunk his best escapades always happened when he had been drunk. Blaze was beginning to turn into putty right in Jay’s hand waiting for Blaze to follow the Team Death grunts every action. A quick smile from Jay brought them right back to what they were doing. He had been extremely drunk after the shots and the mixed drink; it was exceptionally amazing that he would even remember half of what he was doing tonight with his boss. It was strange, Blaze was also known for his shoddy attitude. A real tight-ass when it came to everything Team Death, a stickler for the rules and the apparent fire master of Cheyenne, even though he never really finished the route. Unsure of anything at this point, Jay continued to grind upon the male switching from behind Blaze to right in front their faces practically touching each other.
Jay’s hand slid through Blaze’s hair once again as he moved in and nibbled on Blaze’s bottom lip opening up the administrators mouth and sticking his tongue inside. He was definitely being the aggressive type of kisser really made passionate lovemaking when they were drunk and that just made it so much better. The bass had been slamming in both of their faces as Jay slowly worked their way to the edge of the club. The beat continued to bump harder on their faces, Blaze had been pushed onto a table with grab hands Jay just feeling up Blaze’s muscles. He was really being dominant toward Blaze wanting to take the admin to a place he had never been before, Jay was an excellent lover and would prove that tonight with Blaze, if he just trusted in Jay. ”Mmm. Im so rild up rite nw. U wnt nother shot or r u gud?” he asked really quickly before asking another question, ”U willin 2 cum ovr 2o mi plce 4 a bt? Go to a plce jus a littl moe prive?”
Ooc| btw, Jay moved them to the side kissing them, Blaze was put on a table and Jay whispered in his ear, before asking if he wanted one more shot and to head somewhere more secluded. & it's short cause I didn't want to godmode TOO MUCH.
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Post by arionne ♥ on May 29, 2011 0:57:58 GMT -5
[bg=000000][cs=2][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500px,true]B l a z e F e r r i o firemasterofcheyenne | [rs=2][bg=2b2b2b][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] IT'S FUNNY HOW LIFE CAN BE, THE CIRCLES DANCE AROUND ME DRAWING A REMINDER OF WHAT I'VE DONE AND WHO I'VE BECOME Blaze wasn't really used to be put into this position. He was the one usually in charge, the one that took the initiative. This was very different than what he knew, what he was used to, and what he expected. His mind was spinning, and somehow, he found a strong, aggressive mouth on his. It was a shock, something he did not expect, and something he had never experienced before. His previous relationships had been shy, gentle, and nothing his passionate. It made his whole body flush, his blood rushing down south. He blamed it on the alcohol, he blamed it on his inexperience, and he blamed it on the man whose hands set him on fire, wherever he touched.
Blaze's own hands were kind of frozen, unsure of where to put them. Finally, he placed his hands on Jay, sneaking them all over his chest, feeling the fire. He wanted to feel it more, he wanted to be engulfed by the heat. His fingers gripped Jay's shirt as he hung on for dear life, feeling that mouth, that tongue. He felt he hard, cold surface of the table pressing against his back as Jay's hot breath could be felt on his ear, on his neck, asking for them to move somewhere more private. He wanted to, but he couldn't. He couldn't. At the back of his mind, the thought of Jack, the boy he wanted to share a relationship with, and he felt horrible that this was happening. He needed to stay loyal, to stay true. But everything just felt so hot and amazing, and Jay was so different.
He shook his head, closing his eyes and trying to focus. His head was throbbing, though, and between the music and the alcohol, he couldn't concentrate, he couldn't think. "Can't..." His hold on Jay's shirt turned into a flat palm against his chest, pushing him away a bit. He wasn't using anywhere near his whole strength, or even a large part of it, but it would be enough for Jay to perhaps understand that he just couldn't. He had to escape from the heat, let go of the wonderful, intense, and intoxicating flame that was Jay.
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Post by jay on May 29, 2011 5:24:18 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, Four years of adventuring and journey brought a real sense of ease to Jay as the music continued to blast right into his ears. He was real, when drunk the Team Death grunt really brought a compassionate yet fiery attitude to whatever situation he was placed in. He took a moment to just admire Blaze, the TD admin had been on the table as Blaze clutched at his shirt, the compassion and real sexual frustration was in the air really driving Jay up a wall, if he could he would’ve taken Blaze right in the club, on the table and it would have been pure lust. The alcohol was still on his breath as he wanted more, this wasn’t enough for Jay but he didn’t want Blaze to have anymore, it seemed that he had reached his limit. On the table as they were grabbing for each other Jay lifted his left hand in the air calling over a waitress, ”one more shot for me please?” he panted as he pulled himself away from Blaze for a bit to make his order. Back into play Jay went back in before feeling Blaze’s grip loosen and turn into a slight nudge away. ’What the hell’ Jay thought as he jumped a bit fixing his jeans and pulling his shirt back down. He had no idea what he wanted, Blaze seemed like he wanted it and Jay didn’t want to push the fact, but fuck, this was called blue-balling and Jay wouldn’t have it. He wanted it and it was going to happen regardless if Blaze wanted it or not, he was just that persuasive.
The waitress came back and Jay took the shot quickly letting the alcohol burn this throat as it slid its way down, Jay would be good for the rest of the night now. He knew his limit, and he was just pushing consciousness. A seasoned veteran, he knew just exactly how much he needed for a good night. Rihanna’s catchy S&M began to play as he looked back at Blaze with a disgruntled grin on his face, ”feel this.” Jay said as he grabbed his fling’s left hand and put it right over his heart. ”Can you feel that?” he asked, as his heart continued to beat quickly, each heartbeat was as if a large dose of endorphins and sex-crazed hormones were being pumped through his veins. ”Just, let go. No regrets. Just give yourself to me, for this one night. What do I gotta do for you? Just trust me.” Jay asked once again as he was going to try once again. His hands went for Blaze’s side as he rested his head on his admin’s neck as he began to just engulf Blaze’s aroma. Nibbling on his neck, Jay moaned as he slid himself right into the Team Death admin’s legs, his hand slowly worked their way down his body before they stopped at his pants just resting there as Jay continued to suck on Blaze’s neck. ”you like that?” he whispered just loud enough for Blaze to hear it, this was driving Jay insane and all he wanted was a go from Blaze to start the best night that the Admin would ever have.
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Post by arionne ♥ on May 31, 2011 0:12:15 GMT -5
[bg=000000][cs=2][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500px,true]B l a z e F e r r i o firemasterofcheyenne | [rs=2][bg=2b2b2b][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] IT'S FUNNY HOW LIFE CAN BE, THE CIRCLES DANCE AROUND ME DRAWING A REMINDER OF WHAT I'VE DONE AND WHO I'VE BECOME Jay downed another drink and seemed to give up on him, fixing his pants and shirts. Blaze let himself breathe and try to get his breath evened. The adrenaline was still pumping, making his whole body throb with the beat of the music. His hands clenched and unclenched as he tried to regain control and cool down, for just a little bit. He kept telling himself he couldn't do it, he had to get away, get his mind cleared, and forget this had ever happened. It was just so hard to pull away, and even harder to stay away. His mind was foggy, his heart told him it was wrong, he had to stop, but his body... his body was pushing him forward, telling him to press against the other one, to forget about common sense and to let himself enjoy it, let himself go.
He had barely taken a few breaths when he felt Jay's hand on his, making his heart race once again. His hand was placed onto the other male's heart, and the heat simply radiated into his palm in waves, matching his own speeding heart. He couldn't take it. The mouth on his neck, the hands, the body... everything was driving him crazy, his lust and want building. He let the side of his head fall onto Jay's shoulder as he panted, mouth open, breathing loudly, still trying to gain some semblance of control, while exposing more of his neck. The sounds Jay made, the noises that escaped from his mouth, his throat, was just so hot. He nodded. He liked it. He loved it. His hands gripped onto the other man, feeling the strong body underneath his fingers. He wanted more.
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ooc breeding post 11 growlithes
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Post by jay on Nov 29, 2011 3:01:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS: 200 OUTFIT: CLICK TAGGED: ARI NOTES: LOL REVIVED The music was strictly house music and all Jay could wear was a stupid drunk smile, he felt out of it and just wanted to dance with his superior. Moreso, Jay wanted to rip off Blaze’s shirt and feel his muscles under his skin and claw at the man’s back as he pushed deep within him. Biting his lip slightly Jay grabbed onto Blaze’s arm and pulled him from his chair onto the dance floor. Wrapped his arm around the guys waist he began to toy with Blaze’s hair with his other hand. Moaning every so often he just let the music control his actions as he went into his neck and began to nibble softly on his ear and worked his way down, there was no way to say no at this point. ”This feels so good.” he said as he could feel himself getting aroused in his jean shorts, rubbing himself against Blaze so he could realize how turned on the Team Death grunt was at this time, he wouldn’t stop at this point. With the buzz he was feeling, he smiled at Blaze and spun around letting his ass be rubbing against Blaze’s jeans. This was just too sporadic and Jay was loving every minute of it. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by arionne ♥ on Feb 11, 2012 2:36:36 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] Blaze tried to tell himself that he had to think, that he couldn't just act irrationally. The environment just wasn't conducive to that, and Jay really really wasn't helping at all with this. Suddenly, he was pulled to the dance floor and he didn't even know how he got there. It must have been the other trainer, because Jay hadn't left his side yet, still running his hands everywhere, both too much yet not enough. The air was suffocating, making it hard to breathe as he moved to the beat, suddenly glad that he did have older sisters and whywashethinkingaboutthem ohmygod what was that rubbing against him. He didn't know what to say, his throat constricting and unwilling to form any words.
Was this really happening? Oh god, he was twenty one and this was actually happening and it was too much, too much, nothing like what he had expected. Reality was so different than what he had heard about, what he had read, what he had wanted for himself. No no no no this wouldn't happen here, in front of everyone. "N-not here!" he managed to gasp out, unsure if his voice would carry through the sound of the bass, making his body vibrate with every beat.
ooc REVIVED AGAIN trolololololololo we're fading to black if you want anything more than pg13 to happen :C
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Post by jay on Feb 23, 2012 3:51:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS: 330 OUTFIT: CLICK TAGGED: ARI NOTES: LOL REVIVED The Team Death member was enjoying every moment that he was manipulating his poor admin, it was fun to see a person with such power in his organization squeaming uncomfortably under his grasp. His hands were everywhere, from Blaze’s ass to his back they explored the admin’s anatomy quickly wanting to rip his clothes off right here and show him what a good time really looked like. A bit more thrusting of his hips against Blaze’s thigh and it would be over; Jay just had to get it in tonight. Biting his bottom lip, he looked sensually into Blaze’s eyes and had a look that just said let’s just fuck, please. It was hard for Jay not to just disregard all these people but what would that say about him? That he was sleazy, if anything; Jay was at least a classy bitch. Taking a deep breath Jay stepped back just a little just as a tiny voice escaped from Blaze’s soft lips.
The Veteran trainer gave his partner a weird look almost as if Blaze had already finished doing the deed from those quick hot moments. The people around them continued to move their bodies but Jay stood there motionless with a weird look on his face trying to figure out what happened. ”What do you mean not here?” he asked as his mind had taken control of his body once again. Jay grabbed for Blaze’s hand and motioned with his head that they should go to somewhere a little quieter, a place where they could plan a quick getaway. ”Like in here or, do you want to go to a motel?” Jay knew a cheap place a few blocks from here that still looked quite elegant for a cheap price, only $50 for a small room that was trimmed with ivory decorations and a small luxury bag for their guests. It would be the perfect place; all Jay had to do was get his boss to say yes. these dry bones cry for you |
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