Strip club in Vegas? Oh the depravityredgineerFebruary 7 2010, 00:28:59 UTC
So he'd gone to talk to his cousin Mandy... he hadn't seen her at Christmas in years, it turned out it was because she'd done something almost more scandalous to the family than his having a boyfriend, and become a stripper! "Not all of us get college scholarships, Rob," She'd said, and she didn't seem very happy to see him at all, nor very surprised at his apparent homosexuality. "Coulda told you that years ago," She said, followed with some disturbing memories about his always insisting on holding hands with Tommy, though something good had come out of the conversation
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Apparently, the Redwoods had a streak. Robert was undeniably horny, this cousin was a stripper... Jacques flags a waitress for another beer, sighing. He had lost him to the stripper, and everyone else had left to enjoy Las Vegas, while he was sitting here in a strip club, not able to enjoy any strippers, expecting Robert to come back any moment facing a family crisis that he will have to report back to his mother and father...
The waitress drops off his beer and Jacques gives her an appreciative nod, sighing and nursing his beer. This is the least fun he's had in a strip club ever.
oh Jacques u so long sufferingredgineerFebruary 7 2010, 08:00:40 UTC
Rob makes his way through the club... ah, there he is. Looking for all the world like his puppy has died. Well, Robert knows how to fix that (or at least, he hopes he does!) It can't fail, it's a perfect plan, really. Jacques gets to see a stripper and he doesn't have to sit and watch awkwardly. He gets to be involved, but he doesn't have to do all the over the top sexy stuff, she can do that, she's good at it, and he can just be stoic and manly. It's so sleazy, but it's sleaze he's ok with because he knows a bit about her and she's reassured him it's just a fun game. And if he's reeeeally honest with himself, she's very pretty, and her waist does look very soft, and he thinks he might like to touch her skin, just to see what it's like.
She does a good job of approaching Jacques with a cheeky sort of walk... he holds back a bit to see if Jacques recognises his shirt.
nbd flu it's not like I ever wanted to sleep today anywayfyi_iamaspyFebruary 7 2010, 08:19:05 UTC
The cute blonde catches Jacques' eye not just because of her looks, but because she's one of the few in here wearing a shirt- and it's Rob's shirt, unless he's gone crazy. He sits up in his seat, looks her over twice and cracks a sly grin on his face.
"Eizer you 'ave just turned into a girl, Robert," The worst thing about strippers is you're not supposed to touch, but this girl wearing Rob's shirt- he realizes he should be concerned, maybe she beat him up and stole his shirt or something, but right now he's just terribly aroused. "Or somezhing is going on."
Once the hotel door is open, Robert hustles inside, slamming it behind him. Then he crams Jacques up against the wall again, breathlessly licking at his mouth to make him open it.
"I coulda done it right there, I really could have..."
The keys fall to the carpet before Jacques is pushed up against the wall, and his hips twitch as he opens his mouth with a breathy moan. His own tongue darts out, kissing him hard, trying to taste and touch-
"In front of zhe cameras, in public," he gasps quietly, hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt. "Just fucked me against zhe wall?"
"Oh yeah," He breathes, pushing his tongue inside in a wonderful sensatory explosion of spit and wet and warm and lips and breath. He wouldn't have done it, not really, but flirting with it, coming close to it, the idea of doing it where they could be seen turns him on in dangerous ways. To think that once he was so frightened of a mere kiss... though it was Jacques who gave him the taste for pushing the boundaries in public the day he crawled into his sleeping bag at Najat's house.
"Like I wanna do now," He says, hands going to Jacques' belt, eyes dark and pupils wide. He wouldn't be Robert if he didn't ask though, but he doesn't make it fair by rubbing at Jacques' crotch again.
Jacques curls his hand tight in Robert's shirt, the other going for the belt of his pants. "You do not even 'ave to ask; I want you zo bad, zut alors."
His own hips jerk up against Rob's hand, his eyes sliding closed, before finally finding a rhythm, grinding down with small gasps and quiet moans. It's incredibly dirty, this quiet, polite, short boyfriend of his pressing him up against the wall with all of his body. "Baise-moi."
in which Jacques attempts to treat an addict with a drugredgineerApril 21 2010, 03:03:14 UTC
[So here's Robert, in his room at Tommy's place. It's perfect, really, every Saturday night or so Tommy goes to visit Tony, and Robert gets the place to himself.
Getting the palce to yourself on Saturday night means only one thing, so he's nicely showered, and wearing a clean shirt, and he's gotten them some drinks and is sitting on his bed looking very expectant.]
Re: in which Jacques attempts to treat an addict with a drugfyi_iamaspyApril 21 2010, 03:20:37 UTC
[gnoingewaoh god I love sex addict Robert sitting there with drinks and there's Jacques "zhe daily grind..." nfeiwnafhahhaha
[He was tired. Tired. And sore. Good God his ass- and his mouth- cock- bones, muscles, everything. But still, when he walks into the bedroom, he's wearing his best bedroom eyes and best bedroom smile.
Jacques has a plan. He holds the rope up, arching his eyebrows up.]
Do we 'ave a chair? Somezhing you can sit on? I 'ave a surprise for you.
[It's after an exhausting day and dinner that Robert and Jacques turn in to their room. Thankfully his family had money; it wasn't the usual child's bed of a race car but something on the side of a queen that they could both share. He sits down on the bed, pulling off his shoes and tossing them into the corner.
He's tired, bone weary. Conversations of the past, memories, talk of college... Jacques unbuttons his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly, and then off goes his pants. It's the normal going to bed ritual, put in slow motion from his lack of general enthusiasm.]
[Robert feels much the same, with the added constant twinge of anxiety of being around Jacques' father. The man is intimidating, he's been getting the constant impression that he couldn't give two hoots about his presence, and barely one about Jacques'. He sneaks a glance at Jacques as he slides into bed, wearing singlet and shorts... god, they've become just like adults. Weary and drained... it's wrong, they're young, they're meant to be having the time of their lives.]
[Jacques gives Robert a sidelong glance, smiling faintly as he swings his legs over and slides into bed.]
Zhis day never seems to end, does it? [He scoots over close; Robert is terribly warm under the sheets, and mostly naked Jacques is wrapping arm and leg around him.]
[Robert wraps himself right back... god, but he's been wanting to do this all day, to hold Jacques close somewhere warm and private that isn't a car anybody could look into. The door is shut, they're on their own and he tangles them together- arms, legs, the works.]
The rest won't be like this. First day's always the hardest, I bet.
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The waitress drops off his beer and Jacques gives her an appreciative nod, sighing and nursing his beer. This is the least fun he's had in a strip club ever.
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It can't fail, it's a perfect plan, really. Jacques gets to see a stripper and he doesn't have to sit and watch awkwardly. He gets to be involved, but he doesn't have to do all the over the top sexy stuff, she can do that, she's good at it, and he can just be stoic and manly.
It's so sleazy, but it's sleaze he's ok with because he knows a bit about her and she's reassured him it's just a fun game. And if he's reeeeally honest with himself, she's very pretty, and her waist does look very soft, and he thinks he might like to touch her skin, just to see what it's like.
She does a good job of approaching Jacques with a cheeky sort of walk... he holds back a bit to see if Jacques recognises his shirt.
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"Eizer you 'ave just turned into a girl, Robert," The worst thing about strippers is you're not supposed to touch, but this girl wearing Rob's shirt- he realizes he should be concerned, maybe she beat him up and stole his shirt or something, but right now he's just terribly aroused. "Or somezhing is going on."
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"I coulda done it right there, I really could have..."
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"In front of zhe cameras, in public," he gasps quietly, hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt. "Just fucked me against zhe wall?"
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He wouldn't have done it, not really, but flirting with it, coming close to it, the idea of doing it where they could be seen turns him on in dangerous ways.
To think that once he was so frightened of a mere kiss... though it was Jacques who gave him the taste for pushing the boundaries in public the day he crawled into his sleeping bag at Najat's house.
"Like I wanna do now," He says, hands going to Jacques' belt, eyes dark and pupils wide. He wouldn't be Robert if he didn't ask though, but he doesn't make it fair by rubbing at Jacques' crotch again.
"Will you let me? Jacques, I want to, so bad..."
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His own hips jerk up against Rob's hand, his eyes sliding closed, before finally finding a rhythm, grinding down with small gasps and quiet moans. It's incredibly dirty, this quiet, polite, short boyfriend of his pressing him up against the wall with all of his body. "Baise-moi."
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sad sex during paris trip OR bondage after the Redwood's vist tiem plz?
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How about both? :B You start the former, me the latter? :D
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Keep them all in this post? Also, action, which may or may turn into log depending on what we'd like?
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Getting the palce to yourself on Saturday night means only one thing, so he's nicely showered, and wearing a clean shirt, and he's gotten them some drinks and is sitting on his bed looking very expectant.]
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[He was tired. Tired. And sore. Good God his ass- and his mouth- cock- bones, muscles, everything. But still, when he walks into the bedroom, he's wearing his best bedroom eyes and best bedroom smile.
Jacques has a plan. He holds the rope up, arching his eyebrows up.]
Do we 'ave a chair? Somezhing you can sit on? I 'ave a surprise for you.
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[His eyebrows raise too, and he smiles a quirked, happy sort of smile. There's his desk chair, in the corner over there, and he stands up]
...a surprise? I'm real shocked by this change in developments.
[How could it be a surprise if they'd talked about it?]
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He grabs the chair, pulling it over so it's in the middle of the floor. Plenty of room for him to tie him up, give him a nice lap dance-
and leave him to deal with the boner.]
Go ahead. [He gives him a firm push, smiling wickedly.] Sit down.
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He's tired, bone weary. Conversations of the past, memories, talk of college... Jacques unbuttons his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly, and then off goes his pants. It's the normal going to bed ritual, put in slow motion from his lack of general enthusiasm.]
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He sneaks a glance at Jacques as he slides into bed, wearing singlet and shorts... god, they've become just like adults. Weary and drained... it's wrong, they're young, they're meant to be having the time of their lives.]
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Zhis day never seems to end, does it? [He scoots over close; Robert is terribly warm under the sheets, and mostly naked Jacques is wrapping arm and leg around him.]
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The rest won't be like this. First day's always the hardest, I bet.
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