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[paris lamphier .]

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[/size][/i]ark Blue eyes glanced back and forth out his window, occasionally heading towards the trees, other times moving to the driveway, but never leaving the world that laid just outside his window. The atmosphere was considerably heavy for his dismal mood, his sister trumping and packing her suitcases next door, in plans for a trip to Colorado in which she would be attending with out him. Despite his better instinct, he was staying behind to focus on his sanity, among other things. At the moment, it was the other thins he was more concerned about. He’d done his duties as a teenager, and as the manipulative little asshole that he was, and had gotten his entire family out of the house, bar Vienna, who would be gone soon. This was not an easy thing accomplished for the young LamPhier boy, who had two others with his same appearance running around, but as long as he kept his motives under wraps, for the recent push for the two to spend the night at a friends house, then he was certain that they would oblige. His parents already had plans to attend a peace protest in downtown San Francisco that weekend, and his sisters trip to Colorado left the perfect opportunity for him to enjoy the very rare, and very valued time that he got to spend alone.

o[/color][/size][/i]nly he really didn’t plan on being alone.

t[/color][/size][/i]he corners of his mouth twitched upward at the thought of that time spent not alone, but more importantly, at the thought of who he was going to be not alone with. Paris was not a boy who was easily infatuated. In fact, it seemed that nothing was easy when it came to the youngest of the LamPhier triplets, everything a constant and never ending battle that could be compared to the battle between the Spartans and the Persians. He. Was. Difficult, and he made sure that everyone knew it. However, for the first time in a long time, he thought that simplicity was the way to go.

m[/color][/size][/i]ind usually racing with hundreds upon thousands of thoughts, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he felt perfectly content, body lapsed on his bed, legs sprawled out before him, just glancing out the window. The scene wasn’t pleasant outside, the long awaited rain finally arriving in Los Angeles, and casting the city with the most unruly sheet of rain he’d seen in awhile. It seemed as if it would never stop, the grey clouds in the sky going on for miles on end, and lightning gently cutting through the clouds every few minutes or so. Paris was a person who valued the rain over every other type of weather, and for that reason, he was lightened. The dim lighting that was cast in his room, through the storm, and through the way time had passed throughout the day, dusk now spreading across the city, at around seven o’clock, was nothing but relaxing, and he was nothing but content. Content was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Content was something that was foreign to him. Content was the new best feeling in the world.

h[/color][/size][/i]e wanted his guest to arrive now, at the moment, while he was still content. While he was still feeling the best he had in years. He didn’t think it could get any better, until the time came, when he heard his sister come into his room, give him a smile, and walk down the stairs, suitcase in tow. When he heard the door downstairs crack shut, he felt completely at home. He hadn’t thought too much in this visit, having to work that day from eleven in the morning, until five, and feeling a little more than tired, and a little more than ready to interact with someone worth his time. Anyone who knew Paris, knew that time was the most valuable thing to him- he was more than easily bored, and got along with few people. Granted, he did that on his own behalf because most annoyed and frustrated him in more ways than one, but something about this time had been different.

h[/color][/size][/i]e’d arrived home earlier, hopped into the shower, and left it at that, getting dressed in his general attire, a simple jeans and t-shirt, before retiring to his room, which he shared with his two brothers, for the rest of the night. Everything he’d promised for this visit, and more, he kept in his room at the ready. Alcohol and bud were two things he embraced in daily, for a variation of reasons, but tonight, he planned on indulging with someone else. It was safe to say, that Zeus Ledbetter, was quite possibly, the most exciting thing that had happened to him since he was fourteen years old. In what way he meant that, he was unsure.

h[/color][/size][/i]ours seemed to turn into minutes, as the clock ticked away on the wall, his breathing moving in sync with the noise that had once annoyed the piss out of him. There was no set time for his guest to arrive, and no set condition- clean or dirty, early or late, Paris didn’t care. As long as he did, in fact, show like he had promised. He was, however, a boy who couldn’t go an extended period of time with out doing anything at all, and it was for that reason, that he gathered up the energy to walk over to his desk- where the computer was, where he’d made the plans with the boy, and most importantly, where the newly bought bottle of vodka, supplied by his parents lied. He was none too eager to spin off the top, bring the cool glass to his lips, and take a heavy drink, trying his best not to loose it when the bottle left. He’d never had a taste for alcohol, only for those that he drunk it with, and for the side effects that occurred soon after. The bitter burn was none too appealing, though another drink was all it took for him to realize what he really had a taste for; anticipation was in the air, and he was eager.

h[/color][/size][/i]e exited his room, bottle in hand, and made his way to the kitchen, occupying himself with cleaning for a few moments, because it was all he could do to keep his sanity, and to keep his lips from pressing against the bottle once more. It was his nightly rutein, really, only he was wishing that someone else was there enjoying it with him. There was a certain loneliness about being in a home by yourself, one that he wasn’t found of, and one he wasn’t interested in experiencing anymore, because at the end of the day, one thing remained certain.

h[/color][/size][/i]e was a boy who knew what it was like to be alone, and he was fairly determined that loneliness would not come to him tonight.

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[zeus ledbetter.]

Soon everybody will ask what became of you, your heart
Was dying fast and you didn't know what to do .

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- - - - - -Thick fingers ran over the smooth orange velvet that kept Zeus' new found love warm. The one he planned on always taking care of had been residing in the Ledbetter estate for a little over two months was Zeus' one and only true friend, Icarus. Instead of ever opening up to the idea of a pet in the past Zeus had waited until his late teens to adopt. The young boy who was becoming a man quicker then he could ever even imagine had gathered up a massive amount of responsibility through out his life which only left a better life for the littlest Ledbetter. Icarus received top of the line treatment and was by far one of the most set felines in the world today. At the rate Zeus continued to pamper his pet cat, Icarus was bound to appear on the cover of America's number one cat magazine, Cat Fancy. Scratching behind his favorite fluff ball's ears Zeus smiled at the nirvana his friend had found for now as he purred in peace even as the twenty-one year old backed away.

- - - - - -Bare feet soaked into the plush carpet that lined the boy's bedroom floor as he trotted toward the bathroom that also belonged to him. He wasted little time brushing his teeth and gargling mouth wash making sure his kisses would be considered acceptable when he showed up on Paris LamPhier's doorstep. The way the boy with the classic curls insisted that he wasn't the least bit picky about Zeus' appearance he still had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that he'd somehow disappoint the kid. Spitting out the foamy freshener Zeus wiped the excess from his chin and felt a slight stubble on his face. Rolling his eyes as he tried his hardest to ignore all those insecurities of his Zeus felt like he had no choice but to shave his face. Once his chin was scruff free, the boy didn't even think twice about a shower. He figured if his friend preferred him clean then he could help him in the shower whenever Zeus decided to show. Feeling guilty for already wasting so much time on his appearance the kid hung his head in shame as his feet dragged along the bathroom floor and continued their over dramatic step back to his bedroom.

- - - - - -It was almost as if Zeus couldn't let himself be happy after all he had been through lately. It felt nice to not constantly be reminded of the bad back in Canada that Zeus had struggled for several months up until June to walk out on. Since then he had been lying low back at his old house that belonged to his mother and father on one condition; he'd start school at UCLA that fall. Going back to school made Zeus nervous but so did the thought of being with another boy. For some reason it seemed so right when during the flow of the conversation the two had shared and Zeus didn't expect much to form from the situation anyways. It was obvious that the twenty-one year old wasn't looking for something long term when he talked to Paris considering the boy's current situation. He was heart-broken for the last time and as if that wasn't enough coming off the mass amount of drugs he had been using with in the country up north, a good mood really shouldn't be expected from the boy. Somehow Paris had got the guy to smile which only added to the list of reasons why Zeus should head to his home. Licking his dry chalky lips, his honey eyes landed on his suit case he had yet to fully unpack his bags since he honestly didn't plan on staying with his mom and dad forever. They had promised to purchase him a place of his own if he proved he could handle school responsibly once it came which required a bit of waiting on Zeus' behalf but he had faith in himself about this one thing.

- - - - - -Sick of all this anxiety, Zeus released a disgruntled groan before he picked out a pair of clean clothes and got out of his pajamas for the first time that weekend. Tonight was suppose to be worry free. No gloomy thoughts were going to bring the boy down. He had been upset for far too long and he really deserved to be happy for one night. Trying to spoon feed himself this bullshit belief, Zeus sucked the harsh humid air Los Angeles had to offer in through his crooked teeth. After dressing in some casual clothes that really weren't that much of a step up from his pjs at least he looked ever so slightly cleaner then he had when he begun working on his look. Still set on the notion to impress Paris as much as he could, Zeus broke out the body spray, dosing himself with a pinch of Old Spice spray before he left along with some dainty deodorant he had picked up on his road trip to home sweet home.

- - - - - -Figuring there wasn't much more improvement he'd be able to do with in this limited time, Zeus decided he best not attempt anything else. On his way out the door, his hands slipped inside the pockets of his khaki shorts and his toes wiggled freely with in their coach flip flops the boy had received from his aunt as a Christmas gift. Making sure he had his keys in hand as his left one worked on the knob when a cap caught the corner of his eye. Zeus sported hats all of the time and since his hair happened to be covered with a thick layer of film the boy covered up his noggin as he slammed the door shut behind him.

- - - - - -The car ride was like every other one Zeus took alone. It started out with the mellowest mixed cd he had ever made that consisted of a string quartet as the opening song. Flexing his fingers as they absorbed into the leather of his BMW's steering wheel Zeus ran into his first red light. It was a dull period for the streets of LA at this time of night since most were off work at this point and very few were headed out to the clubs when the night was so very young. Rubbing his chapped lips together once more Zeus couldn't help but find the thought of stopping by a gas station appealing. So of course, the rich boy had to pull over at the nearest seven / eleven to pick up a pack of Marlboros and Big 5 gum. Throwing more time out the window Zeus spent another five minutes hot boxing two cigarettes on his way over. The awful stench ate up his cologne and clung to his clothes as he cruised down the LamPhier's street. Letting the cool breeze work wonders on him while he rolled down the driver's window and popped a piece of mint gum passed his lush lips, Zeus parked at the right address. The size of the house was some what intimidating but he instantly remembered that everyone in LA that he had ever associated lived in some of the most luxurious areas.

- - - - - -Gnawing on the strip of chewing gum Zeus approached the home. He scratched his arm as he flipped and flopped his way to the front door. Clearing his throat Zeus knocked lightly on the wooden frame. His toes tensed up as he tried his hardest to peer inside but it wasn't working. He waited and waited as patient as can be before he gave the knob a slight twist. Zeus was aware of how rude and inappropriate on his behalf to intrude but he had been invited and Paris was expecting him. Plus it was unlikely that the boy would hear him anyways if he just been using the restroom. Running his tongue over the cracked corners of his lips, Zeus was in luck when he found out the house was unlocked. He wasted no time entering the home and calling out for his friend once indoors, "Oh Paris !" His deep voice that was like no other spoke with a softness as his sandals led him toward the base of the stair well. He took himself on a tour of the living room which looked like your average family room before he peered into the near by hall that connected the kitchen and that trade marked smirk of Zeus Ledbetter's flashed up on his face when his eyes landed on the ideal physique that belonged to none other then who Zeus had came to spend some time with. Forming a smile on his face Zeus entered the unknown territory as his eyes traced the males figure. "Well don't you just look darling !" Zeus insisted with a tip of his hat and eyes that shimmered once they glanced at the bottle of booze the boy was holding on to.

- - - - - -It was now clear to Zeus that tonight was definitely worth all the trouble. No matter what became of all this he knew that what was planned for the evening would blow over well with him once he replayed whatever was bound to happen between the boys over in his head. A devious smile slipped onto his eager lips as he made himself comfortable by making a seat out of the counter, managing to lift himself up with ease; even with his eyes locked on the young male before him.

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begin this post. seriously pathetic.
words, 1586.
attire, flyin' high.
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[paris lamphier .]

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[/size][/i]aris had never felt uncomfortable in the house he’d lived in, even though he knew that it was such a sharp contrast to the rest of his school’s wealth in the form of real estate. Of coarse, even at his past high school, the poorer of the two rival schools, the homes had trumped his by ten fold, but still, he never remained self conscious. Looking at Paris, you would just assume that he was a normal boy, who never did anything particularly miraculous with his life, just as his parents before him had never done anything completely substantial as well. Granted, he knew appearances could be deceiving- the same could be said for the boy who had just made his way into his home, and the same could be said for him. Despite the humble home and attire he hid behind, the second-rate job at a pizza place he hated, the LamPhier’s did have money. Lot’s of it, stored away in numerous bank accounts and trusts, and some in will’s for no one ever to see until his parents died. Although the children in the family had laughed about it in their childhood, their father, and his father before him had been the first to bring the German Doughnut over to america, and there for, economizing it. His mother held a fair amount of wealth to her name, though when asked about it by her children, she simply refused to answer, and Paris- he held a great amount of fortune of his own, and it only grew day by day. He was a terribly cheap boy who found it hard to spend even a dime of his money. Years of child acting had been put into a bank account only to be accessed when he turned eighteen, but once he did, it seemed as if all the mistique had been stripped away. He only made one purchase- a new pair of Nike’s he’d wanted for half his life, and had left the rest of the money in the bank to build up interest.

h[/color][/size][/i]is parents lived a very different sort of life, based that you only had what you needed, and nothing more. There had been times when Paris had loathed that demeanor, but he quickly got over it during his teenage years, because something about smoking a joint with his mother, with out consequence, was just all the more rewarding. In short, Paris had had a more than suitable life for himself, with only one or two things that he wished he could take back. It only figured, that those one or two things, those one or two moments, were the one or two occurrences that had destroyed his life, and ultimately, destroyed him.

h[/color][/size][/i]e’d never had much of a stomach for alcohol, not because he couldn’t hold his liquor, but because he could never really enjoy it. He was a small boy, and while he’d built up a resistance to the drink, it still wasn’t a far drive before he was all kisses and giggles. When he’d heard the booming “Oh, PAARIS!” through his house, he swore that he nearly pissed himself. He swore that he nearly lost his mind and his stomach, and jumped from his seat in little to none. Granted, there was a comforting feeling that came soon there after, upon realizing who it was that had been calling them, as a small smile appeared across his cheek, a dark haired silhouette appearing in the door and approaching him. Shivers. He’d described them a few times to the boy, face flush with embarrassment from behind the computer screen, as a thing that pained him, but also as a thing that made his heart rush more so than anything else. Paris was a complex boy, and he hated that thing about him, but he also hated the way he was so easily effected by another human being. He loathed it.

"d[/color][/size][/i]arling?” Paris said, hardly satisfied with the compliment he’d gotten. Throughout his entire life, he’d been darling, cute, adorable, hundreds of things he didn’t want to be called. He was not ten, or twelve, or even sixteen anymore. He was nineteen, and really, too old to be getting such compliments, but he took it, because it was from Zeus, and that was something to be proud of. “You’re cute anyways, so I don’t even need to say it.” The boy had arrived in his home mid-shot, finishing the rest of the half-filled container before smiling. “I really have to stop. I got bored when you weren’t here so I just thought I’d- I’m a little boy you know but-” It didn’t stop him from reaching above his head to pull out another glass, filling it with vodka for the other boy. “We kind of do it old school here.” He said with a smile, pushing it across the table for him to drink at his own discression. “But I just wanted to let you know that you’re not leaving tonight. I really am not interested aobut hearing your car accident on the morning news, and then having the police arrest me tomorrow. I’d be upset enough about your dying.” And that was the truth.


"i[/color][/size][/i] have a really comfortable bed, or there’s the couch, whatever, but it’s pretty cuddle worthy-” He rambled on, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Paris was a very strange boy in deed. He did not like being touched unless invited, he didn’t like being touched at all, really. He didn’t like being close to people for any extended period of time, and he didn’t like appearing nearly as venerable as he did half the time. Paris didn't like a lot of things on the planet, but one thing had always remained very certain in the back of his head, although he'd probably never say it alloud. He did like Zeus, immsensely. He liked everything about him, his face, his personality- his body, most of all, it hard for him to comprehend that no one had ever been fond of it before, and he liked that Zeus liked him. Or so he said. He was never one to take the words of people into much account, and this was no acception. He'd believe it when he would see it, and since he would never see it, he was nearly positive he would never believe it. Paris LamPhier was a disgustingly complex boy.

"w[/color][/size][/i]hatever works for you." He stated, though the night was very young, and the rainclouds were starting to move in now, more than ever. He liked to get the important things out of the way. At that thought, he figured that it was time to get the most important one of them all over and done with. Standing up from his chair, he walked around the counter and stood behind Zeus, pressing a very soft, very Paris-like kiss on the side of his cheek, before smiling and heading towards the fridge. "Hungry?"




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[zeus ledbetter.]

Soon everybody will ask what became of you, your heart
Was dying fast and you didn't know what to do .

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- - - - - -This was the kind of relationship Zeus wanted. He didn't understand why any couple ever moved out of these young stages. It wasn't as if Paris and Zeus were boyfriend and ... boyfriend but it had entered the twenty-one year old's head. Knowing that there would mostly be more days of the negative then the positive if he were to enter a new relationship at the moment he wouldn't know what to do with himself if it were to fail. Certainly it wouldn't be as serious as half of the ones before it but Zeus would mold it into something nearly as special. The two shared a kind of chemistry and it could grow into something meaningful if Zeus was willing. Paris would, of course, have to cooperate himself and it was sort of absurd that Zeus was already weighing out his options and he wasn't even sure if the man in front of him literally liked him more then a silly school boy crush that he could easily push out of his head. Still it was nice to be praised by such a pretty boy. "Why thank you." The boy introduced his manners as he smoothed out his bulky shorts. Feeling like his hands need to constantly be touching something; his honey eyes looked straight forward while he straightened out his hat.

- - - - - -It didn't take long to make out the lean yet built cut of the boy. Trying to cover it all up with a layer of clothing Zeus spied with his little eyes that underneath that snug shirt Paris was teasing him with his fragile friend owned a beautiful body. Anxious to see what he was hiding, Zeus accepted his drink. Taking a single drink his entire body shook. He didn't want to look like a pussy and request a chaser so he let his stomach suffer by sitting through the harsh liquor's side effects all on it's own. "You know that's very thoughtful of you sir." A pleased looked stayed put on Zeus' smug face while he continued on. "I think I like my first option best! I really appreciate you cuddling, just for little old me." He batted his eyelashes as he looked Paris up and down with a deadly seductive stare. Zeus just so happened to be the exact opposite of Paris. As a child he'd been deprived of nearly all the attention your average boy may receive from his mother and father during the early stages of life. Now a grown man; the effects were still blistering and Zeus was doing his best to deal with the wound. The only way he ever felt at ease was when he was secured in place of somebody else's arms. It rarely mattered who that person may be until he had fallen in love but now that that love had left Zeus sought out cuddling with various partners. His snuggle buddy for the last two months had been his cat Icarus and tonight seemed like the first exciting night with in the two month period that he had gone with out his sweet Canadian Chatter box. Having real arms around him and being beside someone as he slept Zeus felt complete. He could never stay upset for long when in an embrace and he knew that tonight would consist of nothing but smiles as it unfolded which only caused his heart to flutter.

- - - - - -Struggling to sit still as the nineteen year old approached him, Zeus couldn't help but squirm ever so slightly as his toned figure brushed by his bare knees. Being able to see the boy up close was quite refreshing. It had been over two months that the single man had felt this kind of physical connection with another human being and he had been craving it for quite some time now. Any and all worries slowly wafted off him as his thumb gently stroked the rim of his glass. The pitter patter of Paris' dainty feet as they zoned in on him could be compared with one of the most genius pieces of music that moment to Zeus Ledbetter's ears. Awaiting Paris' every single move the older of the two observed the other's blue eyes. A very solemn stare clouded that pretty face of his but you could tell he had a smile in him somewhere. Instead of the giddy grin Zeus had expected when this close to the petite teen the boy said his salutations with a simple yet sweet kiss on the delicate skin of Zeus' right cheek. His heart rate increased almost immediately after Paris had slipped out of his reach. Warm sensations ran through out his entire body and the spot that Paris' lips had grazed against Zeus' cheek tingled. His breath still lingered and a very boyish grin stretched across Zeus' lips to their fullest potential. It was more then evident he was already interested in more with out even being the least bit buzzed.

- - - - - -Not feeling the least bit ashamed of himself for being attracted to another male, Zeus rubbed the back of his neck. It all felt like any other crush he had developed as he starred down at the clear liquid that appeared so very innocent. Rubbing his lips together as he pulled himself together for another gulp Zeus poured the cruel alcohol into his mouth and with in two tilts of his cup he had emptied half of what he had been served. Pursing his lips as the bitter liquid meshed with the acid of his stomach Zeus raised a hand to his burning neck before he cleared his throat and acknowledged what Paris had asked. Zeus had been smarter to come to Paris' with an empty stomach so he shook his head as if he had eyes hidden in those auburn locks that were layered ever so precisely. "Mmm - the only thing I'm hungry for is some loving." And with a small thud his feet fell to the floor and Zeus now approached Paris and grabbed a hold of his narrow hips showing off how he wasn't even slightly shy as he grew somewhat acquainted with the boy's body. "Would you happen to have any of that?" The boy questioned sounding cliche as can be.

- - - - - -The little booze he had drank clung to his breath as his clear eyes met up with his and he smiled sweetly. It felt like tonight had been the best choice Zeus had made in awhile. Not only was he going to get what he wanted finally but the day the two had settled on seemed perfect. In the humidity the summer of 2008 had brought was finally settling down itself and Mother Nature was showing she still loved Los Angeles by giving them a well deserved shower. Zeus had always found rainy days the best to curl up with somebody special on and there was no doubt in Zeus' head if he had spent his night at home alone he would've been setting himself up for a night of tears. Very thankful he'd be receiving something ten times better then that Zeus couldn't help but smile with a flushed face. Slowly releasing one of three LamPhier son's from his grip Zeus' adam's apple bobbed up and down as he prepared himself for this stupid question he felt the need to ask. "Can I kiss you?" The twenty-one year old asked like a true gentleman. He was rusty at this whole thing and hoped Paris would find his question a tad bit more cute then he did just plain weird. Looking at the nineteen year old who was in the glow of the refrigerators yellow light Zeus gave the guy a simple smile as he anticipated the next move.

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posts are taking me forever. D:
i promise you won't have to
wait as long for the next one.
words, 1289.
attire, flyin' high.
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[paris lamphier .]

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[/size][/i]aris was so simplistic in his thoughts and his expectations when it came to the world around him. Think nothing, expect nothing. People only gave less than they took, and they only were somewhat cordial when they wanted something in return. He’d learned to expect nothing, so when in the event of things less pleasurable, he could always say he was never disappointed. There were very few terrible feelings in the world for a person to feel, but he had always thought that disappointment was the worst of all the terrible feelings. Perhaps it was something from childhood, carried over into his young adult hood, or something far more interesting, he wasn’t sure. The main point was that perhaps, it was the thing that effected him the most out of all. He couldn’t recall how many times in his life, he’d sat in this kitchen, with one or two other people, from times he was very young, to times not so long ago, sharing the same drinks, and taking about other things so much more interesting, but none of those times compared to the one at hand. There was such a comfortable feeling that came with Zeus, that came along with someone else there with him, when no one else was around. A feeling he’d already gotten used to, and one he was quite certain that he would already miss. He’d always gotten attached to people far too quickly for his tastes, missing the memory of them after only seconds or hours or days had passed.

"t[/color][/size][/i]hen we’ll go with the first option.” Paris stated with a wry little smile, trying to meet the boys enthusiasm in somewhere around the middle. He was wildly uncomfortable with it, yes- but he’d always been one to say he’d try things once, for pain or for pleasure, just to say that he had tried it, and for no other reason than that. “You are the guest, after all-” He then added, fiddling around with the things on the countertop like some sort of neat freak. In truth, he was one of the messiest people by nature, and properly slow. For having to live the last nineteen years of his life, in a tiny bedroom with three brothers running around you night and day, Paris had the proper sense of décor when it came to that atmosphere. He was a boy of many quirks, but still being as simple as they came- when you looked at Paris, you saw Paris, for all his glitz and glamour, and for all his worst attributes. It was something about this straight-forward state of nature, the part of him that said not only could he be honest with everyone around him, but that he would be honest with everyone around him. He’d learned that acting got old, and at the end of the day, you had not your family, but your friends. The people who were with you on nights when you couldn’t go home, or that you just needed to run away with. The people who were left when family had all but given up on- Paris put his life into his friends- and never family. He never did claim that he was a happy boy.

h[/color][/size][/i]e stopped his fiddling, and turned his attention to the refrigerator, not wanting to see the look on Zeus’ face, to see if he had rejected or accepted his invitation for something more. Just what that something was- he was very unsure of, and terribly afraid of being pointed into the direction of, but he never gave the slightest hint of that. He’d established, after no longer than twenty five seconds, that not only was there absolutely no food in his home, but that he was an idiot for thinking that there might be even the slightest morsel of nutrition. His body braced up into a stand when he heard the legs on the chair behind him screech, and light-hearted footsteps march in his direction. It was only then, that in a cataclysm of moving hands and pattering feet, that he felt himself considerably close to Zeus Ledbetter, the inner-star of his morning daydreams so near to him, it was almost comfortable. Hands on his hips, that he couldn’t help but see were more narrow and petite than the other boys, he did not swoon. He did not make a move, and he refused to be taken off his feet- but something, what it was he couldn’t tell you-. But something inside him churned.

h[/color][/size][/i]e was a mixture of taken aback, and oddly comforted when the question left the Ledbetter’s lips, with hints of insecurity running through them and into the air, and for a moment, he was very unsure how to react. He was a boy who was very used to having things taken from him, not only with out permission, but also without want for them to be taken in the first place. It was to be expected, with Paris being such a naturally small boy in the first place, and with not much strength for a fight. Then, it was he who started to do the taking- but asking, for him, asking was something that was unheard of, but also like a dream long distanced, so much so, he had to take a step back to register what had just happened. Shock was something shooting through his body at a thousand miles an hour, and he struggling to understand what was going through his own head. Leaning his head against the refrigerator door, he let his eyes focus in on the face that was right in front of him, eyes soft and lips turning upwards into the smallest little cracked of smiles, hand reaching out to grab Zeus’, fingers intertwining, eyes moving down to them, to watch the cosmic little twitches between hand and hand before focusing back on the boy in front of him. “That was really nice of you to ask.” he said simply, even though his words hardly reflected how touched he was on the inside, like his heart had started smiling, and would never stop again. It was really all he found he had to say after the subject, before taking another step closer to make up for the one he’d taken back, hooking his thumb into the boys belt loop, leaving the one he’d been holding to hang loosely at his side, before inching his other to the boy’s cheek. “Really, very nice.” he stated once more, before embarrassing himself more than what was naturally possible, feet elevating onto his toes for what they both sought, lips pressing against Zeus’. And he couldn’t recall a time quite so memorable.


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[zeus ledbetter.]

Soon everybody will ask what became of you, your heart
Was dying fast and you didn't know what to do .

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- - - - - -Pleased by the image of the two would soon create behind closed doors and underneath the covers all Zeus could do was smile and drink in their honor. Life really couldn't get much better then a night spent with someone you adored. Scratching his clean cut face with fingernails his teeth had distorted over time he had no choice now but to raise his glass yet again. The vile vodka caused the poor kid to quiver as it rushed down his esophagus and plunged into the pit of his stomach. By now the twenty-one assumed his little friend had caught on to how weak he was when it came to drinking. Sure, the boy had a drink in his hand at the age of twelve but that didn't mean he could now handle hard liquor even after eleven years. Refusing to acknowledge Paris' next remark that caused his daydream to deteriorate thanks to the lack of enthusiasm in his most recent crush's voice. Pursing his lips in an unsatisfied fashion, Zeus really didn't think he'd ever grasp the concept of somebody finding a snuggle session unenjoyable. It didn't make much sense to him but he was a boy who found indulging in the warm embrace another being had to offer was more then comforting. Not only did it bring a light feeling to the floor it just felt like home. He considered the cuddle nothing but natural and for some reason it irritated him that Paris wasn't interested in curling up beside him in a bed of clouds. Determined more then ever to influence another's idea, Zeus would eventually pass his fixation for fondling onto his younger playmate before him. Whatever it required on his part Zeus would do his best to deliver. He would be nothing but consistent and patient with the boy until the day he admitted gaining a healthy appetite of his own for being in the arms of another. Even if the ten or fifteen minutes the two had just endured consisted of little conversation and actually felt slightly awkward Zeus had high hopes for the two. Aware that the last thing either of them needed was most likely a relationship Zeus assumed it couldn't hurt to dream. Plus it wasn't as if the thought of the two actually turning their chemistry into something was all that abstract. Still Zeus secretly prayed Paris had at least let the thought enter his head though either way the idea embarrassed the bigger boy.

- - - - - -Unfortunately, relationships never really turned out to be Zeus' thing. No matter what caused it the boy had suffered through his fair share of break ups and could count the many break downs that had decided to tag along on both hands. Back in the beginning all Zeus remember was how carefree he had been with girlfriends. He had led the life of your typical dirt bag of a boyfriend for the first five years he had experienced with some equally sleazy girl. He had cheated, lied, and pressured to his past partners to the fullest extent. Thankfully the boy no longer lived that way and couldn't say he was the least bit nostalgic in it's regard. Sure he once had the most beautiful women in his bed but nothing could compare to the next stage in Zeus' love life and that was when he experienced the powerful feeling that always prevailed! Of course now those first few times he had ever fooled himself into believing his heart belonged to another human Zeus now knew he never really fully understood it's ability until he had met his latest amour. It had felt like the ultimate failure when this very last one didn't end up the way he wanted. Two of the four years Zeus had spent in Quebec he had spent with a woman once year older then him by the nae of Chatter. She had enlightened him since day one and still caused quite the commotion with in his head. Zeus considered the relationship he had with her the most successful even though the end was probably the only legendary moment the two shared. Both cried crocodile tears for at least twenty-four hours straight but Zeus knew breaking up was for the best sometimes. The twenty-one year old really couldn't afford relapsing at this point and the only way he saw him staying straight was to cut his Chatter fix cold turkey.

- - - - - -Happily healed for the most part, Zeus Ledbetter really was interested in moving on. He was sick of heart break at this point in his life and had gotten so use to being loved that was all he really wanted. In Paris' eyes he could see a hint of the same sort of desire and smiled at the idea of gaining yet another amour. Certain he wasn't ready for that drastic change for the time being Zeus considered how wrong things had proved to be years before and it was only now that the boy saw one logical explanation for the numerous messes he had been forced to clean up thanks to ex girlfriends and his one and only ex fiance. Maybe they all revolved around the fact that those he was with at the time just so happened to be female. It was possible that he had made the same mistake many times and was just designed to be with a boy. Zeus had never really thought about it, the human body with in either form had always fascinated him. Males had caught his eyes in the past and he had even experimented with one or two during the last few years but he leaned toward women much more frequently. Both felt natural and at the moment he was completely blinded by what a girl could possibly possess that one would consider even the slightest bit better then a boy's. It only took one glance into those solid blue eyes of Paris' to notice how much he had been missing out on all of these meaningless years.

- - - - - -With a wrinkled nose Zeus slipped back into reality. Those iced eyes nearly made the man melt as he found Paris' hand. His fingers fitting so perfectly in between the other boy's and as Zeus awaited a response he raised the bundle to his lips a pecked the silk skin that covered the bones belonging to Paris' right hand. Zeus was always the one to make sure he did the little things. It really paid off - not only did they cause ohs and awes but they got him recognized as the hopeless romantic he really was. As much attention Zeus craved he was bond to receive the wrong kind. Everyone had memorized him being some sort of slut when all he ever seeked in the bed of another was that indescribable spark. Anxious for an answer even with Paris' hand in his the boy had his uncertainties. From that twisted look plastered on the boy's face Zeus was unsure what he was suppose to expect at this point. With in a matter of seconds all these insecurities drained from his head completely. Paris eventually got around to implying he was interested with a kiss. Unsure as to why Paris was so astonished by his polite ways Zeus was ready for this. His heart seemed to warm as the nineteen year old went on to thank the modern day god for asking permission. It was kind of cute that something so little meant so much to Paris and Zeus took this all in as he must feel some sort of attraction between the two. Smiling once the kid got slightly kinky and hooked his fingers through his empty belt loops the eldest didn't know what to expect out of this kiss now.

- - - - - -Nothing but pure innocence beamed from the boy's eyes as his hand met up with Zeus' pale face which put the Ledbetter boy at ease. Tender lips soon grew tried of hesitation and Zeus brought himself around to kissing the child in front of him. His hands had gotten busy on his fit frame and couldn't resist once the discovered the hem of his shirt. It didn't take long for Zeus to finger the velvet cushion the made up Paris' abs. Alcohol was on both their breathes and the bitter taste faded as their tongues got acquainted with one another. Every bit of the kiss was absolutely delicious and as much as Zeus didn't want it to end he needed a breather and an opportunity to wet his whistle one more time. But before Zeus even dared to back away from the boy his curiosity was getting the best of him. Greasy fingers gripped on to Paris' black tee as he gave it's owner an angelic stare as he apologized in advance. "I'm sorry but this is completely necessary."

- - - - - -And with that comment, Zeus' manners seemed to vanish. At least Paris was already aware of their existence and he was sure his sorry had made some sort of impact in his pretty little head. His hand quickly lifted up the end up Paris' top revealing that toned tummy. Entirely unaware Paris owned such a beautiful body that looked like it was on the verge of perfection Zeus couldn't control his mouth from falling open and entering a shock of his own. "Wow..." The boy muttered breathless as his other hand traced along the silky smooth skin. Blown away as to why a boy with some of the best looks he had ever gotten a good look at would be interested in him nearly sent the kid into cardiac arrest. "Why the fuck are you wearing this ?" Zeus insisted on knowing as he yanked on the black material covering up this unflawwed image. Playing up the puppy dog look with those big brown Bambi eyes and those lavish lips Zeus owned his fingers worked their magic on Paris' exposed skin and urged that the top be removed. "Can we please get rid of this ?" He asked in a boyish voice which was nearly impossible for Zeus Ledbetter consider he had a very deep and seductive tone that stuck to everything he said. Now gnawing on his thick lower lip, Zeus let his fingers enjoy themselves as they soaked in Paris' sun-kissed skin. Padded tips ran along Paris' pathetic excuse of a happy trail that consisted of merely peach fuzz. In a sense Zeus considered his lack of testosterone to be the cutest thing he had ever seen and smiled sweetly as he waited for Paris to be the first out of his clothes.

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[/size][/i]aris was not one for loving. He wasn’t one for putting himself out there, and he was not one for acting like he cared, when really, he didn’t at all. In fact, it was shocking how a boy who looked and seemed so innocent, could gain such a terrible reputation amongst his peers throughout school, and even into his adult life. He’d be the first to admit it, he was not a nice person, nor did he ever have any desire to be. He was fully convinced that the only people that were ever nice, were people that either wanted something from you, or were fake. There were no pure motives in his life, but he was fairly certain that he’d much rather be truthful, than nice. He said things that were mean and uncalled for, but at least he said them- some sort of beacon in truth in a city that was based on nothing more than lies and deceit. There was nothing self-righteous in this act. In fact, Paris was possibly the most humble person on the planet. He was not nice, he was not good looking, he was not funny, and he was not a fun person to be around. He was mean, decent-looking, painfully dulcet, and as boring as they came, and he accepted this. Not everyone could be a shining star, and either could he. Fortunately for him, he was more than comfortable with his spot on the bottom of the richter scale, and he prayed that he would never move. He did not like change. Granted, this wasn’t anything special to his own little mindset- many people hated change, and many people avoided it as much as possible, but Paris loathed change. When he was a child, he would cry and throw tantrums when it came to the smallest of things- changing his clothes daily, eating a different food for dinner, attending school only five days a week- quirks were what he went on, and it was more than safe to say that for the first ten years of his life, he wore the same clothes, ate the same meals, and went up to school seven days a week, or else all hell broke loose. As he matured and got older, he embraced change a little more, discovered a thing called shopping, and taco bell, and stopped going to school all together for a long period of time, but change was something he still thought would be one day, the ultimate death of him, so he tried to keep things the same.

i[/color][/size][/i]t was such a shame, that keeping things as they always had been, and once the only thing he relied on for happiness, was now the one thing that was slowly turning him into a different person entirely.

h[/color][/size][/i]is nights were spent in routine, as well as his days- he woke up, he went to work, he came home, and he collapsed into what was his life at the moment. A drink or two, before bed- the type of boy who woke up to cocaine and asleep to xanex, and only functioned properly if he did so. It wasn’t a physical addiction of any sort- in fact, he was fairly certain that physically, it was next to impossible for him to crave anything, noticing the lack of addictive tendencies from his very first time smoking a cigarette. Six years later, he had not had a single craving for the nicotine. It was more something of a mental addiction, a need to stick with the same things over and over, because if he didn’t- well, he didn’t know what would happen, and he was honestly far too much of a coward to find out. Besides, a straight-edge life always seemed so uninteresting to him. He didn’t understand why people wouldn’t want to try things, if they were in fact, right in front of you, like they normally were for him. He was a boy who loved narcotics, because narcotics had always loved him back, and that was the end of that.

h[/color][/size][/i]and in hand, with his lack of change, was his unwillingness to commit. He couldn’t count how many times his mother had begged him to find a girlfriend in his later life, he only staring at her for a moment before walking away. It wasn’t important to get into that conversation with her, and he didn’t desire to, either. His parents knew about as much of his sex life, that they did about their son himself, and for that reason, he chose to keep many things to himself. It was terribly sad, that the one thing he wished he could have locked up and thrown away, was the one thing his parents hung over his head on a daily basis, one too many “How are you todays?” and “Feeling alrights?” by week one. He held a certain respect for his parents, high above his head for the various things they did- raising three boys and a girl, all with in a year of each other, tolerating them and making sure they came out as fully-functioning adults capable of being able to take care of themselves, but when it came to actually liking his parents? He found it terribly hard to even be able to breathe around them with out choking, or getting sick to his stomach. There were some things that were completely impossible to forgive, and he was sure that they’d committed every one of them.

h[/color][/size][/i]e often thought of his parents in the house he was at now, the one that he’d been in since childhood, and the one he was fairly certain he would be in when he was much older. How much longer in his teen life, he’d be a guest, he was unsure- though apartment hunting had become just that much more desirable in light of recent events. Of coarse, it was hard to think of parenting and all things gone wrong when lips were pressed against his own in the manner in which they were. It was hard to think of anything really- he’d never been a romantic, and he’d never taken relationships like the one at the moment to be anything more than serious, but then again, he’d never been anything functional at all. He didn’t like being touched, in fact- he hated it, but he did like Zeus more than he would ever admit, and that was why only one uncomfortable shift of weight came from his body when hands explored it, face flush and hiding in the crest of his playmate’s neck, tender kisses being placed there in a manner that only the LamPhier boy could accomplish. He craved air with all of his body, but he craved the boy in front of him all that much more.


s[/color][/size][/i]hock and amusement came along moments later, when his voice, deep and soothing filled the air, and a hand touched the muscles of his stomach, them lurching underneath his fingertips. It was only then, that notions of why he was wearing the shirt filled the air. His mind said “because it’s cold” but his lips allitered perfectly, with the most intense amount of control known to man, “Because you haven’t taken it off yet” hands intertwined with Zeus’ maneuvered the boys hands into the hem of his shirt, lifting the clothing up and over his head in something of a cinematic notation, that he’d only thought could happen in the movies- and in rooms where Paris LamPhier was located. Little laughs escaped his lips, at the boys language- normally it was he who held the vulgarities to heart, but it was more than comfortable with someone else sharing the same speech patterns. “Now, I’m not sorry at all, but this is still completely necessary.” He said, quirking an eyebrow, bare skin feeling incredibly naked in the air around him, as he pushed his hands against the boys chest, and out of the kitchen into the living room, looping one hand back into the belt loops, and locking lips once more, before a hand made it’s way behind his head, and two bodies made their way back over the arm of a sofa.


a[/color][/size][/i]nd for the first time in a long time, everything was almost comfortable, and he was almost smiling.

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[zeus ledbetter.]

Soon everybody will ask what became of you, your heart
Was dying fast and you didn't know what to do .

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- - - - - -When Zeus had moved back to Los Angeles the past month he had figured he'd be looking at a lot of bullshit being dished out at him just because he was moving back in with his parents. The idea had really sounded undesirable as thoughts can get when Zeus began to consider it but once there was no possible way to pick up the million pieces of his broken heart the twenty-one year old went back to his bed that had the batman bed spread. Zeus was still clueless as to why anyone would think black sheets were acceptable for a growing boy yet alone a young man who considered himself full grown. Secretly Zeus absolutely adored the fact that his house keeper had actually kept his childhood sheets and rotated the super hero on the blankets once a week all for his amusement. He supposed it was what that woman was getting paid for but he liked to believe the older woman with the loud achy joints switched out his bed spread because it made him happy. As ridiculous as that may sound Zeus liked that explanation much more then the honest truth. He had expected so much more embarrassment to tag along with living with his mother and father but nobody seemed to mind. Plus they were the ones who should be ashamed of how much money they got out of their moms and dads. Zeus had at least lived off his own pay check for awhile there. For three full years he had built up a business and life had been good. Unfortunately all good things came to an end and life seemed to have rewound back before Zeus had decided to ever go to Canada. He was sad like he had been his senior year of high school yet everything felt slightly better thanks to the accurate amount of pills he was forced to swallow each morning.

- - - - - -As uncomfortable as he was when it came to drugs now, Zeus trusted his doctor's prescription. He had a past history of taking too many and even exploring the most toxic of substances. Unhappy with himself for ever getting involved in that world Zeus trusted himself to never allow it to get as bad as it was before he came back to Los Angeles. Obviously unaware of the kind of things Paris strived off of or else there would be little chance of Zeus actually making an appearance tonight. The twenty-one year old had no desire of falling back into that mess once more, the boy avoided most users. He was down with the weaker drugs i.e. mary jayne, a few pain killers, and one or two others. It all depended on the child's mood. Still it'd cut close to home when he heard about an addiction problem a person he admired had developed.

- - - - - -That familiar sensation called for a fix with in Zeus' body. However, he didn't crave a single drug though it felt as dirty as any desire for narcotics as Zeus' teeth sunk into the pink plush flesh of Paris' lips. Both boys knew exactly what they wanted and weren't about to waste anytime. It felt nice to be back in somebody else's arms, to hold another human being so near wasn't even the best part of it all. Losing track of his surroundings, Zeus set his drink down before he was completely spellbound to the boy before him. Soon Paris' breast were bare and he couldn't help himself when it came to touching his flawless frame. There wasn't a single pesky chest hair in the mix of soft skin. Green with envy over those matters Zeus was also thankful that for tonight this was all his. As fingers traced over the goosebumps forming thanks to the lack of temperature through out the room, Zeus smiled and braced himself for what was about to happen. It made things all the more merrier when you were as sexually deprived as poor Zeus had been these past weeks that made up the months of both June and July.

- - - - - -Things were moving fast and it was clear that neither boy was about to stop to smell the sweet passionate surroundings as Paris put his muscles to use. He started with a small shove but Zeus knew exactly where this was leading. Pacing himself off of Paris' lead the boy was forcibly worked into the living area. Soon his body hit the cushioned couch and Zeus let out a smell yelp as his body flopped onto the soft pads below him. That seductive stare stained his face as Paris made his way on top of his weary bones. It was probably best they'd made their way to a seat seeing that Zeus' knees had morphed into jelly. Feeling weak as their lips found each other once more, Zeus couldn't help but smile. His hands were still exploring the nineteen year old's developed body and tried to not feel guilty about what he had to offer the other. Zeus' body was far from fit, he wasn't one to watch his weight and rarely worked out though he had been interested in getting healthy lately. Still two weeks of swimming laps and substituting greasy dishes for a salad hadn't helped too much. Insecurities had always been Zeus Ledbetter's tragic flaw and he'd never be able to rid himself of them. Not wanting to cloud his mind with disgust due to his chubby frame Zeus turned his attention back to Paris. His vampire qualities had been revealed at this point as Zeus pulled up from the crease in the of curly head's neck.

- - - - - -A tainted smile consumed the older male's cheeks as his fingers fell past Paris' belly button. Even that piece of the boy came across as perfection in Zeus' golden honey eyes. Even it came across as muscular to him as his fingers brushed right by it's innie cuteness. His look was locked on the lower half of the boy's tantalizing body and eventually his hands were running along the waistband of designer underpants Paris obviously intended on flaunting that lovely evening. Zeus found it a bit twisted that a male in this situation would ever slip inside such a dark pair of boxers but Zeus had noticed that Paris' entire ensemble had been very neutral shades unless you counted the few designs on his t-shirt. Apparently Zeus wasn't all the observant considering Paris' vibrant shoes that turned that mournful attire into something with a bit of positivity.

- - - - - -Hair now hatless, Zeus propped himself up ever so slightly on the couch. It was difficult to do with such a strong boy on top of him but he managed. Sucking on the inside of his left cheek, Zeus gripped on to Paris' belt firmly. Maneuvering the buckle with his thumb and and gently easing the leather out of it's loops, Zeus suddenly grew uncomfortable with their location. The front door was adjacent to their spot on the couch that they were sinking deeper and deeper into. Clearing his throat ever so slightly as his sweaty palms clenched Paris' thin thighs. Being a bit of a push over, Zeus put aside any of his unnecessary requests. And with a small peck on the lips he showing his sweeter side rather then the sluttier him who had just allowed himself to be straddle by a young boy he really didn't know all that well. "You're just full of surprises Mister Lamphier!" The enthusiasm from Zeus' words stuck to the air surrounding the two as he played with a piece of Paris' pants. His cheeks were flushed and he looked plenty pleased as he straightened out the curve in his spine and smiled.

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