One on One With lovedmcs1414

The blogger was on a high. Eyes half-lidded and musty. Breathing laboured. His tongue fought
for dominance as the other had slipped it in, the corners of his mouth upturning as he smiled
into the kiss. "Mmm...sounds like...a plan," he said in a whisper, placing chaste kisses along
Louis' jawline as he paused between his words. He flushed as he felt the older man's fingers
skim across his stomach, leaning into the soft touch. "You know...I'm really happy...I'm doing
this with you," he muttered breezily, staring up at the singer's sea-green eyes, smiling like
an idiot.

Eleven? Seriously? I would have thought older. .o.
~~
Brett was already panting, gasping for whatever air he could get. Perhaps he needed to work out
more after this...? His grasp around Louis tightened significantly as he continued to nip the
other's neck, sucking and licking around the marks he made. He breathed heavily, his heart felt
as though it would jump out of his chest, it was pounding so hard.
All thoughts of doubt had vanished by the point. All that mattered was that he and Louis were
together, and that they were doing this, and it felt so, so right. Wrong, but right. He dropped
his hands down to the older's front-side, tracing patterns on Louis' taut stomach with his
fingertips. 
After all these years they had been dating, they never once got this far. It was time, he knew.
And so, when the other brunet had begun stripping him of his clothes, instead of thrashing and
pushing him away, he helped the other, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it to the
bathroom tile below.

Should I be worried that I'm a twelve-year-old writing this? orz
~~
A million-and-one things were going though Brett's mind as he was being dragged to the bathroom
stalls. What were they going to do in there? It? In a public place? The restrooms, no less?
What if someone walked in? What if he wasn't any good? Out of everything, that was what worried
him the most. Would he be any good? He hadn't done anything like this. Ever. He was pretty
innocent-- as innocent as a twenty-year-old could be. What if he looked weird down there?
That'd be embarrassing. And how long would he last? He clenched his teeth, exhaling through his
nose. 'Stop thinking, just stop thinking.'
Brett moaned at the friction between him and Louis, the latter continuing to grind on him. It
felt really... good. As much as he hated to admit it. Everything felt amazing. The older man's
tongue flicked across his lip, his limbs felt like jelly. His hand slipped into his pants, and
he couldn't believe the sensation it brought. Oh, God. He was getting hard, really quickly.
They couldn't stop, now. Right?
The brunet leveled himself with Louis, wrapping his arms around his neck as he began to kiss
and bite and nip and lick all over. He was filled with an entirely new feeling, one he'd never
felt before-- lust.
~~
Brett could feel his cheeks heating up again. "Your singing is only just one of the things I
love about you," he muttered bluntly, suddenly very fascinated by the ends of his sleeves. Oh,
yes-- all the fibers and whatnot. Obviously that was a cover. He'd said love. Love. And, he
really did love this man, this brown-haired, sea-green-eyed man beside him. But, it was just
awkward. The word.
When they arrived, the vlogger shifted to open the door, only to find that his (amazing,
handsome, terrific, beautiful, breath-taking,
everywordintheenglsihlanguagetodescribeawonderfulthing) boyfriend had opened it for him, and as
he climbed out, he found that their hands were intertwined. He glanced down at them, smiling
softly, as they walked toward the bar.
The door opened, and the smell of alcohol promptly hit his face.
~~
.o. Justin Beaver? //ikidikid I like some of his stuff. Not his old stuff. 'Cept for 'Love
Me'.

"Mmm, sounds good," the vlogger nodded in return, grabbing his keys from the side-table and
locking his door as he exited. There had been a few reports of robberies. Better safe than
sorry. He followed the older brunet to his truck, and pulled the door open gingerly. He always
thought that the door or something would break if he opened it too roughly-- he was paranoid
like that. As he climbed in and shut the car door beside him, he leaned over and planted a kiss
on Louis' temple. He surely had it made-- what with a boyfriend like him. He was beyond
perfect, in Brett's mind, atleast. He had just finished buckling his seatbelt when a Justin
Bieber song had come on over the radio. He laughed openly, quiet, none-the-less, as was his
nature. Even more so as he saw his boyfriend singing along, grinning wildly.
~~
((Oh, psssh. I've done a hardcore roleplay before. I don't think I'll be uncomfortable. XD;;
))

Brett had been curled up on the leather sofa in his living-room, covered by a thin blanket,
surfing through the channels until finding one to his liking-- the Science channel. Yes. He
rested his arm on the armrest, placing his head in his palm as he watched with child-like
interest on how Thanksgiving might have been infiltrated by aliens and ghosts and ghouls. The
show had just started when he heard a knock from the front door. The brunet jumped from his
place on the couch and shuffled his feet across the carpet flooring to the door. He reached for
the handle and felt a shock-- it was funny, really, how dragging your feet across carpet could
shock you. It seriously intrigued him, and so he would do exactly that any chance he could get.
He through open the door to find his boyfriend's (sparkling) face (that was so kawaii desu). He
blushed slightly as he kissed him on the cheek. "Hello~."

College RP
Name:: Andrew "Andy" Colgrove
Age:: 19
Appearance:: http://weheartit.com/entry/29355306/via/Pokeymanz (I just woke up. Here's a
picture.)
Personality:: Andy is a big ray of sunshine. Full of gumdrops and rainbows and unicorns and
everything good in the world. He loves to smile and enjoyed making others smile.
Talent:: Music -- Symphonic (He's pretty good with the French horn. He knows how to blow well.
C; )
Other:: Adding on to my above comment-- He be gay.

JournalistGirl and Myself

Name:: Alexander "Alex" Testone||Katherine "Katie" "Kate" Anderson
Age:: 17||20
Looks:: ariscool.com/JetStar||ariscool.com/JetStar
Weapon:: Alex has a small hunting knife as a birthday gift from his father, five days before
the zombie outbreak.||Katie, being the coward that she is, refuses to pick up a weapon. She'd
rather use her brains.
Persona:: Cunning, sly, sarcastic, easily holds a grudge, easily provoked, (overly)
protective.||Excitable, easily-impressed, able to read the mood, squeamish.
Other:: Alex has a bit of a sailor's mouth. He is determined to kill all zombies, as they
killed his father-- he knows it's far-fetched, but it's worth a shot.||Kate is deathly afraid
of roaches. If she so much as sees one, she will freeze up.

HighSchool RP Open Group

The brunet walked swiftly to his locker as the halls dispersed, leaving only handfuls of
people conversing. He brushed past a few girls, accidentally grazing---
"Hey, you just touched my boob!" Called one of the girls, eyebrows (that were clearly drawn on)
furrowed (the best that they could possibly be). The other gasped at the boy.
"I'm sorry, Barbie. Won't happen again," Don answered calmly, turning to leave the girls.
"It'd better not! I'm telling daddy!" He scoffed to himself as the girls huffed and stomped
off. 'I'm gay, anyway, dollface. Don't get so excited.' He rolled his eyes, hurrying to his
locker to gather his things, and to his next class. Science. 'Oh, God.'
He made it just in time, ducking in as the bell rung once more.

Tornado Family

"Took you long enough," he muttered to himself, walking over to a counter and placing the
orange down. He shuffled over to a drawer and pulled out a butter-knife, bringing it back over
to the fruit. He struggled to slice the orange in half, let alone quarters. That said, it came
with a minour set-back.
"Ow!" he yelped, followed by a few curses under his breath. He pulled his hand back and
hesitantly looked down.
There was blood, just a few drops, but it was there, and he was scared. What if he bled to
death? Or what if he had an anxiety attack because he was worried about if it would kill him,
which would also, in fact, kill him? Or what if... What if...
"Ugh!" the boy clenched his teeth as he held his head with both his bloody hand and the other.

((So, I'm trying to make it seem as if he has problems. Am I doing well so far?))

The Midnight Game

Xavier jumped at the girl that had joined him at his booth, but ultimately calmed down as he
realized it was only his friend, Nicole. He smiled softly, cocking his head to the side. "Hey,
Nicki."

((Gawd. I'm m a be slow replying. Just saying.))