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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 9:44 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ “We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.”
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Alaine's smile brightened as the male stroked his hair. Though he was weird about people touching him, touching his hair was one of the few things he would allow. It was always so comforting seemed to calm him down whenever he was feeling anxious. "That's sweet, but you do realize how much s**t goes into my body daily, right? It's not just one or two pills, and I'm through. It's a whole system that can be pretty time consuming, especially when it comes to this thing here." he replied, pointing to his stomach. Out of all his medications, test strips,and other things he did on a daily basis, nothing took more time than it did to mess with the needle in his stomach. He didn't know if it was just his body rejecting being pierced on a daily basis or he just wasn't putting it in right, but the needles seemed to absolutely refused to stay in his stomach. When he was first put on the pump, he thought it might be because he just wasn't used to the idea of having something like that sitting in his body all the time, but as time grew on and he because accustomed to having it in there, he realized that there was a very specific way to putting the things in and if they weren't inserted correctly, it wasn't going to stay in his body like it was supposed to. "So now that I'm out, what do you want to do?" asked curiously. Alaine was tired, but not enough to sleep. He was comfortable just lying there, but he wasn't sure if the male wanted to keep letting him use him as a pillow like that.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 10:52 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ “We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.”
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It was ridiculous how much medication he was on and to still be relatively young. He liked to think that it wouldn't be until he was old and gray when he'd be taking this much medication and seeing as many doctors as he did. He saw the male look over at the his pumps' tube. Whether he liked it or not, he wasn't sure, either way it mattered little. After all it wasn't like taking it out meant his health problems were just going to magically disappear. As nice as that would be, it just wasn't the case. He needed to get a better hold on his disease, he knew this. If he wasn't careful he could slip into a diabetic coma, or worse. He'd heard stories of other diabetics who let their disease get so bad that they had to loose parts of their body. For some it was as small an amputation as losing a finger, for others it was their entire leg or arm. He knew the risks he was taking, he tried to be careful. But it was hard at times, even harder whenever he had one of those ******** the world kind of days. Looking up at the male, he waited patiently to see if he was going to answer him. He watched the male lean down, smiling against the males lips as he kissed him back. Sitting up a bit, he turned towards the male, kissing him again. He was starting to feel more awake and much more at ease. Alaine still found it interesting how close he'd come to the male. In just a matter of days, Liam managed to gain the sort trust it took Samuel nearly four years to build. Slipping his arms around the males' waist, he pulled away from the males' lips to press a quick kiss to his cheek. Slumping back in his lap, he stared up at the male, waiting to see what he might do next.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:51 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ “We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.”
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Alaine laid contently on the male, using him like his own personal pillow. He let the male continue messing with his hair, not too concerned if it ended sticking up at some odd angle. It was more than likely going to end up that way when he went to sleep later. Glancing up, he gave a light shrug. "Don't know. I haven't heard from Sam since before his date. So I can guess he either got stood up and is drinking to pass the time. Or it's going pretty well and he's out on his date drinking. Either way, I predict he'll call with some lame excuse of being drunk or still at his dates place and can't come in." he replied, smirking at the thought. It wouldn't be the first time. They were both really bad at giving excuses as to why they couldn't come in to work, so bad they rarely even tried to lie their way out of work anymore. And honestly there was no need, they'd been in business long enough they knew how to run the place it had become a one man job. "What about you?" he asked. "I think I already asked, but I forgot. Should I set the alarm so you get home early and take care of your four legged friend?" Alaine closed his eyes again as the male ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't mind if they didn't talk, he was content just being close to him. The scent of his skin, the warmth of his hand, he could easily fall asleep just lying here in the males lap if he would let him.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 3:59 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ “We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.”
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Alaine couldn't help being cat like, it was part of his charm. If he was comfortable enough to start curling up to you, then somewhere in his mind he was able to push aside his obsessive caution and other odd habits and liked you for you. In short, don't screw up. Once a person was in his good graces, it was very difficult to find your way back once things turned sour as Alaine was quite the stubborn person and prone to be very unforgiving. For the moment he was more comfortable with Liam than he was other people and didn't feel like moving. Glancing up, he smirked as the male seemed rather surprised that their big bad boss actually had a social life. "Yeah, apparently he's been seen chatting up with some regular. Rumor has it's he's a local photographer and came into the club with some clingy bimbo that was causing a scene. After she stormed off Sam was the one to console the photographer while simultaneously threatening to ban the woman from ever entering our club again." he replied, laughing a bit himself. He honestly wished that he was there to have witnessed it. Sam took more of a physical approach when it came to consoling someone. It was hard imaging him actually just talking face to face and while comforting someone, somehow getting a date in the process. It just didn't seem his style. Samuel was the very stereotype of a business man with too power. He was cocky, impatient, flirtatious, and liked to believe that colleagues, lovers and business partners worshiped the very ground he walked on. He nodded as the male told him about working and needing to be up, making a mental note to set the alarm before crashing. He laid there for a few minutes enjoying the feel of the males fingers running through his hair, shrugging at the males question. In all honesty he didn't feel like moving but knew if stayed like this it would only cause him troubles later. "Fine." he said, sighing and rising from his spot. Standing up from the couch, he raised his arms above his head as he stretched. Smiling a bit down at the male he lead the way up to his room, not bothering turning out any of the lights as he went. Mostly because of his paranoia, but also because in the dark he was an absolute klutz.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 10:54 pm
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ “We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.”
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He hadn't even thought of trying to cover up the scent of Sam's cologne. He was just so used to it, it was like the cologne had become something akin to his own scent and he hadn't realized. Since Alaine spent so many hours either around or in office with the other male, he was almost positive the smell had clung to just about everything he owned by now. He glanced at the male from the corner of his eye as he crossed the room to his bed. He was now curious if that would smell like Sam too if the rest of the room smelled like him. After all, it wasn't like the idiot bothered taking off his clothes or showering before just diving into his bed. It wasn't like anything happened between them, at least nothing out of their usual routine of Alaine using the bigger man as a pillow and sleeping like a log. If Liam wanted to be jealous of that then more power to him. It wasn't like Alaine was going to lie about him being over, Sam came over a lot, even more if he was bored or drunk. Samuel was as much a part of his life as Liam was. Nothing was going to change no matter how much the two disliked each other. Crossing the length of the room, he pulled back the covers and made himself comfortable in bed. He pulled his pump from his pocket so he could lie more comfortably, placing it off to the side where neither of them were likely to roll or tug on it during the night. Though he was supposed to wear it all the time, Alaine mostly preferred using his pump only when he was at home. The thing wasn't cheap and he'd be pissed if he ended up breaking it while he was at work or somewhere out in the city. Turning to his alarm clock on the night stand, he picked up the device, holding it awkwardly as he tried to set the thing. Alaine wasn't a morning so needed a rather loud and annoying alarm clock. His clock was one he both loved and hated, it was called clocky. A Japanese alarm clock with wheels that sounded strangely like R2-D2 and would run amuck around his house until he got up to turn the thing off. "Is 8 o'clock okay?" he asked, knowing the male said he wanted to be up early, but also seeing no reason to get up at the crack of dawn.
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 12:43 am
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Ạᶅαιие ᴄɦɋмβеяѕ “We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.”
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Alaine was grateful the male didn't ask him any questions. He was too tired to explain how and why Samuel's scent was not only in his room, but his bed as well. Though he had nothing to worry about, he knew how Liam felt about him being alone with the man. He couldn't blame him, his past was suggestive to his actions and would make any sane person suspicious. Nodding to the males reply, he sent the clock back on the nightstand and rolled over so that he was facing the male. Moving closer to him, he sighed softly, closing his eyes as he laid there. Night." he mumbled into his pillow. As he lay there quietly, he soon found himself growing drowsy, sleep not too far off.
Right on time his alarm sounded. Alaine glared at the thing as it spun and sounded. He swore one of these days he was going to chuck that thing through a wall. Laughing a bit as the clock rolled off his nightstand, he shook his head, turning to his boyfriend. "Liam......Liam," he said soft enough he wouldn't shock the male, but loud enough he could hear him. "Hey, your alarm is heading downstairs. You might wanna go grab it before it gets too loud." Leaning over the male, he pressed a small kiss to his cheek, smiling to himself as he rose from bed, stretching.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 1:32 pm
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Pure Acid Dreamer Captain
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