[R] they say it's again my turn . DEXTER!?

[justin anthony torrent]

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justin threw his books into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. he hated school, really. he had no idea why he had gone into college in the first place. high school and elementary years were bad enough, especially since you were forced to do it. college was optional for him, and yet he took the chance. he sighed and walked out of the classroom. he was tired, there was no doubt about it. all this shit about notes and intervals and clefs and what not. it made his head spin. he always thought music was just a way of expression. he didn't know there was so much more depth to it that what you really saw. music theory was a class he had taken well over four times, both in high school and in college, but it still didn't hit him. he just didn't get it.

maybe he was a prodigy. he knew how to play instruments without reading the notes. it was all ear. but then again, he wouldn't be good enough for a job if he didn't go to college. he walked outside of the building and breathed in the fresh air. he liked it. it was a good thing that the dorms were only a few feet from the actual school building. he wouldn't need to drive or walk a mile or anything. he walked toward the building and thought of what he would do when he got in. he already had tons of homework, but for some reason, he really didn't feel like working on anything. what was wrong with a few F's, right?

justin opened the door to the entrance and walked down the hall, his hand reaching into his pocket for his keys, the other holding the strap of his backpack. he didn't really know why he brought a backpack along with him. after all, it was just a few feet's walk from the dorms to the school building. maybe he was just lazy. and it wasn't like he felt like carrying a shitload of stuff home every day. he thrust the key into the lock of his dorm room and he twisted. the same 'new room' smell entered his nose. he was actually lucky he didn't have a room mate. the office said he was an open candidate for one, but he really didn't want to think about what would happen if he did have on.

he threw his bag to a random corner and took of his shirt. he just wanted to sleep. he was tired. of everything, really. he wanted to go home. he missed his mom's cooking, and the scent of his father's cologne before he'd leave for work. he jumped on his bed and layed on his back, placing his hands under his head. he looked over and realized he forgot to close the door. he got up and walked over to close it.

[dexter payne elmontt]

A scream echoed out over the campus. The noise drifted solemnly toward the ears of young Dexter Elmontt. With a wince, the blonde boy glanced behind him toward the window he had just managed to escape without any scratches or bruises. There, starting back at him with what looked like a bed mangled hair and an angry expression was a junior he had just slept with that morning. Dexter was tempted to laugh, but the minute he watched the shoe nearly collect with his face, his pace quickened as he edged toward the closest dorm he knew. Scaring building and climbing in through and out of windows was something that Dex had nearly mastered. His landings were always differed upon how sober he was and if his body was being sluggish or not.

The blonde searched the wall as quickly as he could, trying to remember where Justin had told him where the key was. Once his gangly fingers wrapped around the soft metal to retrieve it from it’s hiding place, Dexter shoved the key into the door and stumbled inside. Wait. Why was he running again? Oh yeah. Some girl he had just slept with (name completely and utterly unremembered able now and probably every moment past this) was throwing shoes at him and hunting him down while he jetted across the campus looking for any sort of comfort in shelter where he would be safe. Okay, so having to climb up to the second floor of a dorm building because taking the stairs was too hard really could of put stress on a guys body. Needless to say, Dexter was now sore in more than just one place. He dragged his body through his friend’s dorm, knowing the rooms by heart.

When he stumbled to Justin’s bedroom, his eyebrow shot up when he noted that he was in fact alone in the dorm. Ah, what a lovely surprise it would be to find a naked Dexter in your bed when you came home. Can you say happy early birthday? Yes. With a wide grin spreading over his plush pouty lips, Dexter stepped off to the boy’s bathroom. He flicked on the lights and quickly shoved his fingers through his hair to provide as a brush. Next, he fixed his face from all the nights festivities. Recognizing his own toothbrush, he grabbed the pencil like utensil and turned on the water. He rushed it over it teeth and tongue, nearly gagging from his jerky movements. Dex hadn’t gotten a chance to look at the clock but he knew that school would be letting out soon. He cleaned up the sink quickly and dragged his shirt over his head. Finally. The sex he had been denied for far, far too long.

He stepped out of his jeans, but froze when he listened to the door open and close. He watched at Justin walked past the door; keeping himself silent in prays that he wouldn’t ruin his plan. A grin slipped over his lips when he watched him leave again. The mocha coloring that filled his eyes scanned over the bare skin that was being presented to him unknowingly. With silent movements, Dexter managed to slip out of his boxers and tip toe to the bed. He slipped under the sheets an eased himself back against the head board. He stared forward toward the wall, grinning to himself while he allowed his eyes to flicker to the door in wait for the surprise he was about to supply. Oh yes. How daring and carefree he was. Slipping into his friend’s bed naked and ready for sex that he would probably always remember. Or you know, forget about by next week.

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WORDS 619 words
NOTES i have good timing.

[justin anthony torrent]

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for some reason, justin felt as if he was tired enough to pass out as he walked. the thought of himself being surrounded by school work weighed him down even more. he sighed as he pushed the door closed. something came over him then- a force of some sort. it scared the shit out of him. his half closed eyes opened immediately. nothing was there. there was a scent of some body spray, though. the nice kind. he liked it. he turned around to find a naked dexter on his bed. wow. this was unexpected. he stood there, wondering what to do.

he knew that dexter knew his secret. they've been friends for the longest time- it was just something that came natural for him. and he knew that dexter was into guys, as well. so it all fit. he found dexter attractive, though. in fact, from a scale from one to ten, dexter would be an abvioous three hundred. he was cute, and his body wasn't in bad shape, either. but of course, justin wasn't in love with him or anything. it was perfectly normal to like another's body. justin grinned. this waken him up- and something else, if you know what i mean.

is it my birthday or something? he asked, walking over, pulling down his pants. he wasn't really in the mood for sex. he really wanted to sleep. but for some reason, something in him was throbbing. throbbing to please dexter- to make him want more. his white boxers got tighter as he approached the bed. happy day, happy day. he laughed and sat next to him, rubbing his leg. he knew his was the one to be taken advantage by dexter. he was never the dominant kind with guys. with girls, even. sometimes, he made the girl do all the work. it was probably his mellow personality and what not. he just liked to please. it turned him on to find that the other was turned on by him.

he knew dexter was a man whore. he slept with every single person out there. he wouldn't be surprised if he was to be one of a million people to get mono from dexter. he didn't care, though. all that mattered right now was this. so frisky. he leaned into dexter to kiss him, smiling. he felt as if he were drunk. he didn't know right from left, nor did he remember if he had closed the door or not. then again, he wouldn't just pass up an oportunity as big as dexter. speaking of big- he went to examine dexter's artillery. his fingers crept down, from his nipples to his navel you don't mind, right? he asked, teasingly.

ooc gahh, sorry for the waitt. this is getting hottt. xD

[dexter payne elmontt]

When you made people that you didn’t even know stop and almost drop everything they were carrying when they walked by you, that had to mean that you were attractive didn’t it? The bad thing was, Dexter knew what he looked like and he knew the affects it had on people. Most of the time, he got special care just because of his looks, no matter what gender it was. He wasn’t saying that Justin happened to be an easy target, because really, he wasn’t. bad possibilities they had in this. Dexter didn’t want to ruin his friendship, but he had been craving sex with the boy for so long. He wanted to be able to just feel what he felt like; what his hands were like on his skin. Something that would satisfy him. And maybe, if Justin wanted more, Dexter might be kind enough to give him more that just one little get together. As his friend re-entered the room, he watched his reaction.

It wasn’t typical, since you know, it was Justin, but Dex didn’t really know what he was going to get from the boy. His eyes trailed over his attractively cute face features; feeling the devilish smile tweak at the corner of his lips. It was always amusing to see someone reacting to see a naked Dexter in their beds. Of course, Dexter never brought anyone home to his dorm. It was like they expected that that meant they had a get out of jail free card or something. His eyes scaled farther down the boy’s body, taking in his words with an even bigger smirk. “I don’t know. Is it?” He watched the pants fall to the floor, finally lifting his eyes back to the other’s face. Dexter had to hold back a laugh when his eyes fell to Justin’s boxers. It was amusing how easily the boy happened to get hard in his naked presents. But what could he say? He just had that kind of affect on people.

As Justin came to the bed, his heart rate started to excel against his chest. The pulse of lust dripped into his veins, making his whole body start to run hot. This was new; but it was easily ignored when he watched the other drift closer to him. Instantly, Dexter closed the distance from their lips. Attacking the other pair with his own in a scuffle of what seemed like a hungry and greedy kiss. His teeth grabbed onto Justin’s lower lip; dragging it forward into his mouth and sucking on the lush flesh. Only when he had to speak did Dex let go. His eyes opened again to peer up at the other with the same rendezvous smile displaying on his face. His chin dipped down in a nod, allowing the other to know his acceptance. “Of course. The merchandise is all yours.” The corner of his lip jerked up into a knowing smirk. With the speaking out of the way, Dexter carried on what he was doing.

His hands lifted to grab at the other boy’s hips, dragging him closer to his lean body. The muscles in his lower stomach pulsed; awaiting that touch he wanted to be familiar with so badly. When just his hand had been trailing down his skin, Dexter had been pleasured by the warmth it gave him. The blonde leaned up, taking the other’s mouth again in a slightly more eased kiss instead of being so forceful. His hips leaned up some, begging for the touch on his growing arousal. His spider like fingers slipped under the band of the white boxers, dragging them down past Justin’s knees. There, his own knee lifted and nudged the fabric down and off. With a flick of his foot, they were off the bed. Another skill mastered. Dexter pulled his leg back, intertwining their legs.

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WORDS 645 words
NOTES sucks. but hot. SCHOOL IS RUSHING ME. IM SORRY IT FAILS

[justin anthony torrent]

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although he felt happy, excited and what not, he couldn't help but feel confused at the same time. what was dexter doing this for? was it fate? he had just come back from class, wanting to take a nap, and now he was going to have hardcore sex with the school's manwhore. okay, maybe that explained it. jasper moaned in pleasure. maybe that's why he was so good. he probably had a lot of practice. justing wondered what he was doing right before he got in hear. or why he had chosen justin in the first place. he smiled to himself as dexter sucked on his lip. he liked it, as much as it kind of hurt. he really didn't care. things were heating up, and his conscious mind started to drift away.

the adrenaline was taking over. he kissed dexter hard as he felt his foot take his boxers off. it was like a dance. dexter lead, his followed. dexter had such amazing dance moves. he was now completely naked. he felt a bit chilly, but he knew he would be sweating soon enough. his hands were well on their way to rain forest wet. he didn't know why his hands were sweaty. for some reason, it always happened when he least expected it. even when he wasn't nervous. he rubbed dexter's stomach before he proceeded to what was below that. he liked the happy trail leading down to heaven. he ran his fingers up and down the trail until he got to dexter's boxers.

he stretched the elastic just over his balls so he could see his machine. he opened his eyes and escaped his lip lock and looked down. it wasn't bad, really. in fact, it would've probably made his top five. not that he had seen that many, of course. we are talking about a secretly bi man. he nodded and smiled. not bad, if i don't say so myself. he started kissing him again, placing his hands on his face. he shoved his tongue into his mouth, and searched around it. it tasted like morning breathe with a dash of lipstick. he was definately fooling around with someone before this. but he really didn't care. it sort of turned him on, altogether.

his hands slip down, once again, and his fingers played with the lines of pubic hair standing around his cock. it turned him on. he wasn't a big fan of the really hairy guys, with hairy chests and backs. actually, he hated it. but those guys with snail trails and pubic hair that matched their hair color- it was hot. and he often found himself always looking whether the curtains matched the carpet during shower time in the boy's bathroom. he gestured to dexter's boxers with his head. take those off. he said, kissing him once again, his breathing, uneven and extremley audible. he waited for him to act.

ooc i'm soooo mad. D:< i totally had the best post ever until i accidentaly hit the close button. nevertheless, voila. tell me if i'm going over board on the imagery. :P

[dexter payne elmontt]

Dexter was a whore. That’d been clear ever since the first week he had started college and managed to sleep with three people in just that one week. If you wanted a party, Dexter was the guy to call. He was always the life of the party, no matter what you happened to be doing. It was easy for him to communicate with a complete stranger because he had really good people skills. Okay, so he had good people skill in and our of the bedroom. It wasn’t hard to tell that he liked sex. I mean, who didn’t? Was it really a crime for him to crave the feeling of his body losing control and just acting on impulse when it came to that point where nothing around him or any of his problems mattered? Sex was like a rehab to him and his own personal drug at the same time. It was so dangerous to tamper with, but Dexter had found the way to get around the hardship of it and become a master at it’s games.

It wasn’t unusual for Dexter to know other peoples secrets. It just happened to be the fact that he always happened to butt in at the wrong times and people didn’t notice who was all really listening. But with Justin, it had been different. He’d found out a long time ago that the other was bisexual. Obviously Dexter held that same name, but he was into guys more. Girls were okay, but he hated their personalities. Every once in a while he got a guy that should have been born a woman. But, those were rare and normally short little quickie sex sessions. This was Justin’s dorm room. It wasn’t like he could just leave right after he had sex with him. Hell, he didn’t even know what to expect from his friend. Dexter was normally the one that was always in charge when ti came to fooling around. He liked control, but he also liked being taken control of. Either way, if he got his sex, he was happy.

A soft hiss of approval sunk from his throat and to his lips as to where Justin’s hands moved. His eyes peaked opened, watching the other look down. The relentless smirk edged toward his lips and he rolled his eyes at what his friend said. The back of Dex’s head clashed with the headboard the next time that Justin came toward him with his mouth and his tongue. It made a loud ‘clunk’ noise, making him flinch. “Ow,” he slurred with the smirk, trying to get the word out past Justin’s tongue. His mouth hollowed some to suck on the muscle as it explored his mouth. Dexter lifted his hands, latching onto the other’s hips to hold him in place. And of course, as payback for making him hit his head on the headboard. It wasn’t normal for Dexter to be getting hurt; it was normally the other person. But then again, they had time to even the score still.

With a wide grin spreading over his face, Dexter forced his weight forward and to the side, pushing Justin’s body down against the bed. He moved quickly; grabbing the boy’s wrists and holding them against the pillow that his head was placed on. Dexter pulled his mouth away, grinning devilishly downward. “Why don’t you?” He cocked and eyebrow up and held Justin’s eyes with his own. When he broke the stare, he leaned back down and kissed at Justin’s neck before his teeth pulled some of the skin into his mouth. Needless to say, a few seconds of vicious sucking presented a dark bruise on the other’s neck. Dexter pulled back, grinning to himself while he kissed down Justin’s throat to his collarbone, nipping at the skin. His mouth lowered to his right nipple; running his tongue over the hardening surface eagerly. Condom. His jeans. Fuck. He groaned to himself, resting his forehead on Justin’s chest. “I need my jeans.”

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WORDS 669 words
NOTES it's slash. you can never get too discriptive with slash [=

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this was getting intense. not that it wasn't intense the moment he turned around and found the naked man whore on his bed. but now, he couldn't think straight anymore. not that he could think straight in the first place. he was tired, but for some reason, he had all the energy in the world. it was probably, and most likely adrenaline. the mix of the smell of dexter's sweat and his spit made his head whirl. not that his sweat smelt bad. he had a pretty good layer of body spray. he liked that. he wished he had showered this morning. he, on the other hand, smelt like shit.

he laughed when dexter hit his head on the head board of his bed. it had happened to him before, maybe because he slept so close to the head of the bed. he really didn't find it too amuzing when it happened to him, but for some reason, dexter's face made him giggle. aww, shit. are you okay, man? he laughed, finally figuring out why dexter had jumped. it was his fault, afterall. before he could apologize, dexter had already sucked him in for more. he knew he was going to get hickeys. dexter was a rough one. but he could always tell everyone it was from a really hardcore chick with a nose ring, right?

he moaned when dexter pulled him in closer to himself. he hadn't exactly had sex in a while. it would've had to been at least a year since he did it with someone. and his last time was a girl. it was just school and all that. okay, that's what he wanted to think. reality was, he was just too chicken to ask someone to fuck. and he wasn't much of a flirt, as well. his last time was a girl who wanted to. and he called it quits right before he climaxed. she was pissed. the sudden feeling of greif overwhelmed him when dexter just stopped. what? he wondered why he would need his pants all of the sudden. he moaned in irritation. why do you need your jeans? he asked, rubbing his eye from the sudden exhaustion.


ooc seriously, the worst post i've ever done. i can't do sex posts with three year olds running around me -____-

[dexter payne elmontt]

coming. bare with me. i'm sick .___.

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