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| Yin Yin | Mar 22 2010, 03:58 PM Post #1 |
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Julian Butterfield After weeks of stony silence from his father, intermittently broken by his summer job, outings with his friends, and the painful, awkward brushes with his ex, Julian was more than happy to be heading off to college again. Sure, it was only a 45 minute drive away from the turmoil of home, but that cushion was the difference between him losing his sanity and moving forward in his life. Thus he found himself in the nearest grocery store to the University, buying those last few items he'd forgotten to stuff into his car whilst packing for his dormitory move-in. No matter how hard one tried, something would always be forgotten. So with a basket swinging idly from his arm, Julian unhurriedly sauntered down the aisles, at times plucking this or that item from one of the shelves and adding it to his steadily growing stockpile of “necessities.” In the midst of picking out a chocolate bar, a flash of red, glimpsed from the corner of his eye, captured the youth’s attention. Unfortunately, the blonde turned a moment too late and managed only to see the stranger’s back as he passed the aisle. With his interest piqued, Julian circled around to get a better view of this mystery individual and was, quite blatantly, floored by what he saw. Before him stood a man of such smoldering sensuality, Julian was nearly weak in the knees with it; everything about this person screamed masculinity, from his staggering height to the set of his broad shoulders and the confidence oozing from his obviously muscled frame. Though he could only see the other’s profile, it was obvious he had equally handsome features with lips whose suggestiveness caused the blonde to flush. The light touch of gray at the man’s temples, rather than diminishing the allure, seemed only to add to it, giving an air of experience and debonair charm. After a few moments of merely standing there and staring, Julian snapped himself out of it, red in the face at thinking how ridiculous he must look, standing in the middle of an aisle and gaping. To say the least, he hurried away as fast as his legs would carry him. But as his luck would have it, Mystery Man ended up behind him in the checkout lane. Painfully aware of the other’s presence, Julian stubbornly faced forward, hardly wanting to draw even more attention to himself. Of course this back-fired. As the cashier rang up his total, fate was not on his side as he fumbled with his money, dropping half of it and having to scramble to pick it up and pay. Julian practically ran from the store after that, face completely red in embarrassment. Safely in his car and away from any other opportunities to make a complete fool of himself, the blonde supposed he had one thing to be thankful for; he’d probably never see Mystery Man again. That seemed like a rather bitter-sweet thing to be glad about. Thankfully the bustle of moving in, setting up, and renewing connections with college friends distracted him from his supermarket humiliation. By the end of the day, he felt up to planning a morning jog on the track and getting back into the swing of things. It was good to be back. |
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| Gray | Mar 22 2010, 08:31 PM Post #2 |
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"Bloody 'ell," was the rather uncharitable thought given by a certain redheaded Adrian MacKinnon. He was currently in the University grocery store, trying to remember all the things he'd had on his list - which, of course, he'd left at home. Apples and bananas were easy to remember, as they were Adrian's favorite fruits; as was toothpaste, coffee and creamer, sugar, and something to eat for dinners. However, he'd also had some household cleaning supplies on his list, and couldn't remember for the life of him what they were. Frustrated and annoyed with himself for forgetting to bring his list, the Irishman paused for a moment at the end of the baking aisle, trying to rack his brain to think of the cleaning items he'd written down. Fortunately for him, he was entirely unaware of the way he was being watched, else he might have flushed uncharacteristically and stammered something that would have been asinine and completely idiotic. Finally, unable to recall exactly what he'd had on his list, the burly Irishman decided to just go to the cleaning supplies aisle and hope that something would jog his memory. After wandering up and down the aisle for a few minutes, he finally grinned and grabbed a bottle of laundry detergent, one of dishwasher detergent, regular dish soap, and some Pine-Sol. Satisfied that he'd gotten most of the items he'd originally written down, Adrian headed to the checkout counter and was more than a little amused at the pretty blonde in front of him who stammered at the clerk, flushed a charming shade of red, and promptly dropped his money on the floor, sending pennies, nickels, and dimes rolling over the tiles. Barely able to contain his quiet but good-natured laughter, the redhead set hid basket of food down on the conveyor belt and crouched to the floor to help the blonde collect his dropped change. With his large palms full of coins and a few dollar bills, Adrian stood up and offered the pile back to the youth. "'Ere ye go, lad. Ye migh' try hangin' on tae yer change a bit moore tightly, aye?" With a friendly grin and a saucy wink, he handed the lot over, then watched in growing amusement as the boy paid and nearly ran from the store with his face flaming. Shaking his head at the display and grinning at the clerk, he asked, "I'm nay tha' scary lookin', am I?" He bantered good-naturedly with the cashier as his purchases were rung up and his total given, and he paid the sum with his card. It was a good thing he'd decided to drive to the store that day, as he had more than a few bags and wasn't exactly in the mood to juggle them all on the walk back to his house. After he'd gotten home and put everything away - and discovered, to his consternation, that he'd forgotten toilet paper - he made himself dinner and relaxed for the evening, looking forward to his morning cigarette and daily run around the University's track course. By the time 6:30am finally rolled around, Adrian was already up, had had breakfast and his first cup of coffee, and had his second waiting for him in the locker room for after his run. His tennis shoes slapped against the rubberized track with a ceaseless rhythm as his powerful legs and arms churned and pumped to keep him going around the track at a steady pace. His oddly colored eyes were hidden beneath dark tinted sunglasses, and sweat dampened the mat of fine hair on his bare chest and darkened the waistband of his shorts. It was early, true, but it was shaping up to be a glorious day so far. |
| Humanity is a never ending loop of amusement for one reason or another; you just have to dig far enough past the bullshit and fake faces to find the true core of idiocy. | |
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| Yin Yin | Mar 22 2010, 09:54 PM Post #3 |
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Beep Beep Beep. Julian's alarm wailed insistently, each beep yanking him further into wakefulness and out of the comfort of rest. With a soft groan, he reached out and slapped the machine off, rolling out of bed with a stumble and a stretch. While not necessarily a morning person, years on the track team had gotten him used to rising at the crack of dawn and being at his best. A cool shower washed away the rest of his fatigue and left him bright-eyes and ready. On went his boxers, shorts, t-shirt, socks and tennis shoes. Curly locks were pulled back into a pony tail and off his neck. The blonde knew he ought to cut it shorter but his hair was one of his few vanities. A few moments were taken to stretch before Julian headed out at a leisurely jog; he'd purposefully chosen the dorms closest to the track field just for these morning excursions. But instead of having the track to himself as he was accustomed to, there was another figure making use of the gripping morning air and relative solitude. Long legs slowed their stride as he came to the familiar black. After a moment of scrutiny and a sickening lurch in his belly, the blonde recognized the other by his mountainous stature and unforgettable hair. It was none other than Mystery Man; Karma must really be after his ass. "Oh God." He nearly groaned aloud, the unwelcome memories of his "blonde moment" the other day flashing before his eyes and causing red to tint his cheeks. What the hell was he going to say? Maybe he'd be ignored or not remembered. It would be a mercy. Reluctant to stand around and make that awkward moment happen any sooner, he resumed his jog, dreading each moment that passed, expecting Mystery Man to call out to him at any second. But who was Mystery Man anyway? A student? Unlikely. A teacher maybe. Hopefully one he didn't have this semester. A peek over his shoulder told him the other had gotten closer. Julian's gaze was quickly snapped forward again as butterflies made free use of his stomach. He'd been too distracted by the remembrance of his mortification to notice the redhead was shirtless. That information hit him like a ton of bricks. To say that the sight was arousing would be putting it lightly. He'd always been fond of the masculine type and Mystery Man was most definitely that and then some. Quite unaccustomed to such sudden pulls of attraction, Julian was alarmed to find his mind already wandering down paths far more sensual than justifiable. Rather than scampering off and avoiding the redhead, he almost wished he'd walked right up to him, been confident and suave, pulled him down into a kiss and then some (then some manifesting itself as pulling Mystery Man down onto the track and riding him then and there). But he was getting ridiculously ahead of himself. Who knew if the other was even gay? A frustrated sigh escaped his lips. Julian didn't need to look down to know his shorts were tented. Would the humiliation ever stop? |
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| Gray | Mar 22 2010, 10:31 PM Post #4 |
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Adrian was vaguely aware of someone joining him on the track, but was too involved in his own run to pay much attention to who the newcomer was until he was finished with his run and slowed down to a walk to cool his muscles down. At the slower pace, he was able to take the time to observe his sudden companion, and one thick, ginger colored eyebrow rose in appreciation as the blonde jogged past him and the Irishman was treated to the lovely sight of a pert, bouncy rear-end in clingy running shorts. The long blonde hair spilling down the slender back in a ponytail looked vaguely familiar, but it wasn't until the youth was further away and rounding the far corner of the track that he recognized the boy from the grocery store. A grin spread across Adrian's lips at the remembrance of the youth's flustered state, and he sent a friendly wave to the boy when he began jogging back toward the redhead to complete his lap. His gaze was unintentionally drawn to the tent in the youth's shorts, and though he was highly intrigued by the sight, he knew that it was a common reaction. Exercising created endorphins which would make the boy's body feel good. It was only natural to have such a reaction, but the Irishman couldn't help the wistful hope that the lovely sight might have been caused by him. He doubted it, but the thought stroked his ego, anyway. Turning, he left the track to the youth and made his way into the locker room for a shower and to change his clothes. When he emerged, smelling clean and fresh, his earthy, musky cologne tinging the air around him, he sat down on one of the benches and sipped his coffee contentedly until he felt as though his heart rate was back to normal. Pulling his pack of Marlboro Light cigarettes from the back pocket of his jeans, he exited the locker room and stood beside the track, his oddly colored eyes watching the blonde continue to run until he made his way over to exit the track. With his cigarette dangling between full, sensual lips, the large, broad shouldered redhead crossed his powerful arms over his tee-shirt covered chest and peered over the tops of his shades at the youth. (Honestly, he might not have even been wearing a shirt, considering the damp from his chest was seeping into the material and turning his basically transparent.) "'Ello," he purred quietly. "I dinna s'pose ye remember me. From th' grocery store yesterday? I helped ye pick up yer money when ye dropped it on th' floor." Jerking his red head toward the track, he said, "I come tae th' track ev'ry mornin', an' I dinna recall seein' ye here before. Are ye new tae these parts, then?" |
| Humanity is a never ending loop of amusement for one reason or another; you just have to dig far enough past the bullshit and fake faces to find the true core of idiocy. | |
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| Yin Yin | Mar 25 2010, 12:43 AM Post #5 |
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That fantasized moment of dread never came about and aside from an amiable wave, which Julian returned shyly with eyes averted, he was left to run in solitude. Without an audience, his stride became more fluid and comfortable… at least until Mystery Man returned to watch from the side-lines. When the blonde noticed this, it seemed inevitable that he’d stumble and nearly fall, making a fool of himself yet again. For the rest of Julian’s jog his cheeks burned a cherry red with embarrassment; all the while he cursed himself for a hopeless klutz. To delay the inevitable exchange of words, Julian took an extra lap around the track but eventually he came to terms with the fact he couldn’t, literally, run from his problem forever. When the youth finally left the field, muscles burning with the sweet ache of exertion, a light sheen of sweat on pale skin, he resigned himself to further mortification. And sure enough, he was engaged in conversation the moment he got in earshot from the other. As the Irishman spoke, the blonde had to tilt his head up to make eye contact, so much was the height difference between them (Julian wasn't short, per say, but he felt utterly dwarfed standing next to Mystery Man). Almost immediately he was enraptured by the mismatched eyes and the rumble of the other’s voice; it resonated through him, leaving a pleasant tingling at the edges of his nerves. “Ahm, no, I remember.” He answered softly, almost proud he’d kept a stutter from his voice. Pathetic. “I’m not usually such a klutz.” Julian added with a rueful shake of his head, tucking back strands of gold that had escaped their bondage. “But, ah, actually, I’m not new. I live in the dormitories over there.” He said with a gesture in the building’s general direction. “Since I’m on the track team I like to jog in the mornings to keep myself in shape.” With a tilted head and a tentative smile he continued, “If anything I should ask you if you’re new. I’ve been coming here for two years and haven’t seen you before." Oh!” The blonde exclaimed with a blush. “My names Julian, by the way.” He put his hand forth to shake. |
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| Gray | Mar 26 2010, 11:52 PM Post #6 |
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Adrian watched with barely disguised interest as the youth in front of him flushed yet again - goodness, he wasn't that intimidating, was he? - then murmur something about being on the track team and running for two years. Up until that point, he'd been entertaining lovely ideas about getting to know this boy more, perhaps eventually seduce him, and then introduce him to the wonders of flaming faggotry; that is, if he wasn't already gay to being with. However, as soon as Adrian was provided with the information that the youth before him was a runner and had been on the track team for two years, the redhead immediately began to amend his viewpoint of the other. This boy was likely going to be his student when the semester started up again, and it simply wouldn't do for a teacher to be seen making eyes at one of his future students. Unconsciously, the Irishman squared his broad shoulders slightly and adopted a more casual if respectful stance. "Ah, me name's Adrian. It's pleased I am tae be meetin' ye, Julian. I'm th' new track coach, tae be honest, but I've been runnin' this track fer jes' about th' entire summer. I dinna ken where ye've been, lad, bu' it wasna where I was, tha's fer sure an' fer certain." Not wanting to wear out his 'welcome' before school even started, Adrian turned to go with a friendly wave over his shoulder. "Take care, lad, an' I'll see ye in class on the' first day o' school, aye?" With a grin and a wink, he called, "Bye, noow." |
| Humanity is a never ending loop of amusement for one reason or another; you just have to dig far enough past the bullshit and fake faces to find the true core of idiocy. | |
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| Yin Yin | Apr 8 2010, 11:47 PM Post #7 |
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The redhead was, if possible, even more breathtaking up close. The basically see-through shirt bared every detail of Adrian’s muscular frame to the student’s appreciative gaze, a gaze that wandered as discreetly as possible along the man’s considerable attributes. Heat tingled along Julian’s limbs and made him shiver. Ice-blue orbs finally returned to the Irishman’s face as he began to speak (Adrian’s deep voice and Irish brogue charmed him). Oh! those lips, how they beckoned to him, enticed him to simply lean forward and sate his fierce attraction for the other man. There was, however, a hint of trepidation amongst the maelstrom of emotions coursing through the blonde; was he really so desperate as to throw himself at the first sexy man to cross his path? And so soon after Thomas… The older male hardly deserved to be a rebound, assuming things might not work out. If this musing didn’t serve to cool his loins, the sharp disappointment that followed most certainly did. Julian had a keen eye and, as soon as he mentioned his status as a student, he saw the subtle changes of demeanor in Adrian; from almost playful to an amiable formality, a stance that clearly had him at arm’s length and then some. Then the final blow to his wistful hopes was given; the redhead was none other than the new track coach. The youth tried not to visibly deflate at the news. What retched luck. Of all the men in the world who could have rekindled his interest for a relationship, he had somehow managed to be drawn to one of the few he couldn’t have; it was obvious Adrian wanted nothing to do with a future student. The coach’s goodbye was met with a meek wave. One more lap, a hot shower, and a night out with friends helped distract him somewhat but he knew the moment he went to sleep, he’d be visited by forbidden desires. He purposefully began his runs later in the morning, catching Adrian at the end of his and keeping awkwardness at a mere minimum. It wouldn't be until the first day of school that they'd be in eachother's company for more than a few minutes. (( Get on soon, Gray~ Send me a message if you want me to add more. )) |
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| Gray | Apr 15 2010, 11:26 PM Post #8 |
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Though Adrian was slightly disappointed that he didn't get to see Julian in the morning anymore, he couldn't deny that he wasn't surprised by the youth's absence. He'd seen the slight deflation in the younger male's stance when his own had become more formal, and had concluded on his own that the pretty blonde had indeed been entertaining thoughts on a similar thread to his own and had thus been disappointed with the revelation that Adrian was a teacher. The Irishman continued with his daily runs at the same time anyway, not wanting to intimidate the youth or make things more awkward that they currently were. He thought he caught glimpses of Julian in the university's grocery store and around the campus every now and again, but he didn't call out and, with the speed with which the blonde figure disappeared from his sight each time, the thought perhaps that Julian didn't want to be seen by him. Thus, on the first day of classes, Adrian steeled himself against the sight of the petite blonde walking into his gym. He kept his broad shoulders back, a polite smile on his mouth, and his oddly colored eyes constantly on the door. Every class was greeted the same way, with the same papers being passed out that included the class rubric for the semester and the supplies or equipment they'd need for each class. Adrian tried hard not to stare at Julian when he finally walked in, but he couldn't help the slight softening of his smile to something a bit more friendly before he nodded his shaggy head in amiable greeting and began his class as per the usual. "Greetin's tae ye. Me name's Adrian MacKinnon. Coach works jes' as well, as does Mr. MacMacKinnon er e'en Adrian. I dinna care wha' ye call me as long as ye mind yer manners an' ye're nay disrespectful an' ye remember who tis tha's teachin' the class. Aye? Noow... here's yer schedule an' rubric fer th' semester. While ye're handin' these oot amongst yerselves, are there aneh questions afore we get started?" |
| Humanity is a never ending loop of amusement for one reason or another; you just have to dig far enough past the bullshit and fake faces to find the true core of idiocy. | |
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| Yin Yin | May 16 2010, 12:02 AM Post #9 |
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With each day that passed following their awkward encounter at the track field, Julian steadily became resigned to the unfortunate situation and the need to put his silly crush on the back burner. By the time class was scheduled to start, the blonde felt confident his loins had cooled enough to keep him from distraction. Even so, he swore his heart beat just a bit faster as he made his way to Adian's classroom and took a seat near the front. Once everyone had settled and the class rubric had been passed out, Julian felt a surge of courage as their new Coach introduced himself in his lilting, Irish drawl; clear blue orbs intrepidly met Adrian's mismatched ones. "Could you tell us about yourself, Coach?" The slender male murmured, voice quiet yet with a quality that carried across the room. He rested his chin on a cupped palm and directed his attention completely on the other man; Julian would feel some satisfaction if he made the other squirm beneath his scrutiny. |
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| Gray | May 16 2010, 12:18 AM Post #10 |
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Half expecting Julian to completely avoid him, Adrian was slightly surprised when the boy took a seat in the front row and, after the papers had been passed out, quietly asked him to tell the class more about himself. What was he to say? That was as gay as the day was long and had harbored a rather fierce attraction for a certain student all summer and he'd been in constant battle with himself over it? "Oh aye, an' ye'll send th' lot o' 'em runnin' if ye jes' announce it," he thought to himself, disgusted by his own lack of self control. Squaring his shoulders, he spoke to the room at large, though his mismatched gaze rested often on the pretty blonde in the front row. "I'm Irish, if ye couldna tell. I studied at St. Mary's University in Northern Ireland, an' once graduated, went straight tae work at Wallace High school as the track and field coach, as well as the P.E. instructor. There I thought for nigh on tae se'en years. When me parents died, I left Ireland an' came here. Took a few years off tae do me grievin' and travelin' in peace, an' noow, here I am." Spreading his powerful arms wide, he grinned and winked, then motioned with his head. "All righ'... noow ye've heard me story, let's do some runnin'. Everyone oot tae the track. We'll no' be racin' taeday. Pace yerselves. I'm after seein' wha' sort o' stamina ye've got." |
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