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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 3, 2012 0:43:08 GMT -5
Markus' clenched his leg tighter than before. What sick fuck would leave their daughter to fend for herself and drag their son off to make a decision that could change his life forever like that? "I Finally confronted my father about what he was doing to my mother when I was thirteen. I wasn't really looking to fight. But we did fight. He threw me down and hit me along my spine with one of the heavy frying pans. "Did something to several of my disks. Mother called 911. I had to go to therapy and they gave me pills to keep the pain minimum....." He stopped, pained by the memories. He worked so hard to go back home healthy just to be sick on oxycotin. At first it was just to numb what ever little pains he had in his back. Then he was taking it every four hours. And the time margin seemed to get smaller and smaller. And now....... "I got hooked. I haven't been able to get off since. I string myself out as long as i can to wheene myself but that's all I can do for now....
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 3, 2012 10:17:54 GMT -5
Ari's eyebrows drew together in a glare as he listened to the man's story. What the fuck? Sure, his own father had sold him in to slavery slash prostitution and threatened to do the same to his sister, but the man had never physically hurt either of them himself. As for Markus... Ari tilted his head slightly as he looked at the male, letting his green eyes roam over him. For once, it wasn't in a sexual manner, just curiosity. "Do you want help?" He hadn't meant to ask the question, but once he had he decided that he did, indeed, want to help. After all, it may work in his favor...While he waited for the male to decide whether or not he needed help, he went on with his own story. "My father sold me into prostitution. It was a few months ago, though it seems like years." He looked back down at his hands, rubbing them together again. He'd never realized how often he did that when he was talking about something he really didn't want to talk about. "I didn't find out he was the one to do it until a few months later. By that time....." His voice trailed off as he went silent, images of his not so distant past coming to mind.
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 3, 2012 10:52:08 GMT -5
"Do you want help?" Markus blinked and looked to Ari; was he offering to help him with his addiction? Was he asking if Markus really wanted to get off the pills? To be free of it...... That was something he dreamed of all the time. Something he had always dreamed of. Going home, completely healthy. Seeing his mother smile at him with pride and his sisters hug him. It's what he wanted. It was absolutely what he wanted. While he was thinking, Ari relayed what his father had done to him. And it made Markus sick. It seemed that they both also had fathers who were sick fucks. But what could be done? You couldn't choose your family... "People like that...... That do those sorts of things.... They make me sick to my stomach," the dark haired adult said, "They start or fuel addictions. Keep their victims under. I don't want to be under.... I want to break the surface. I want to get off of the medication. I want to go home, proud of myself."
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 3, 2012 10:59:58 GMT -5
Ari smiled at the male's answer. Good. At least he wasn't stuck rooming with someone who didn't want to get off. Drugs, at least. Ari looked down at his lap, surprised to see that the bulge that had been there was gone. Well. That's a first. He shrugged and stood up, walking over to the male. He knelt in front of him so that they were eye level. "If you want help, then I'll help you." Exactly how, Ari had no idea. But he couldn't just let the man suffer. Besides, he was cute for someone older...
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 3, 2012 11:08:02 GMT -5
Ari stood after Markus gave his answer and knelt in front of him, saying that he would help him. Markus was grateful for the help. Maybe another person wouldn't be so bad.... Then again, where Ari was made him feel just a bit uncomfortable, shown in the slight blush that cane to his cheeks. "Well.... Uh... I can help you too. With your addiction. It's the least I can do...." The cute shyness was back, evident in the slight fidget and fingers touching each other softly.
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 3, 2012 11:12:22 GMT -5
Ari blinked, his expression clearly showing his surprise. He didn't remember saying that he was addicted to sex. Then again, the way he'd practically dry-fucked the man after coming to the room kind of made it obvious, didn't it? Ari smiled, his face softening slightly, making him look like a normal seventeen year old boy. "Thanks....But I don't think kicking a sex addiction is quite as easy as kicking a drug addiction..." With that, Ari ran his eyes over the male again, his smile turning into a slight smirk at Markus's cute fidgeting and blush.
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 3, 2012 11:21:40 GMT -5
"Why not? An addiction is an addiction right?" Markus asked, "Besides..... You're offering to help me out so I want to do something to help you.... Maybe if we work together.... We can win the battle." Ari had gone from being a complete stranger to a friend in no time at all, a bit of a creep and pedobait it would seem but a friend nonetheless. So Markus wanted to help him too. They were both in similar circumstances; both had sisters to get back to. Maybe their similarities would out weight their differences. And help them reach a common ground.
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 3, 2012 11:27:43 GMT -5
"Why not?" His smirk grew a little. Why not, indeed... He stood, hooking his thumbs into the front belt loops on his slacks, tilting his head to the side. "Its more than an addiction. Its a need. If you really want to help, though..." His voice again trailed off. Slowly, he lifted one of his hands and wrapped it around the back of Markus's neck, leaning down and pressing his lips to the other male's. If the man really wanted to help Ari, then they would both be naked right about now.
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 3, 2012 11:36:18 GMT -5
"It's more than just an addiction. It's a need...." A need? A need to have sex. Markus didn't understand. The only time sex was involved was when he had needed pills but it was only to fuel his addiction. Other than that he didn't have time for it. He had sisters to raise and take care of, his own problems to battle and struggle with. So maybe it was more than just take a seven step program. "But if you really want to help..." Markus did. He really really wanted to be of some use.....? Suddenly his lips were pressed to the other boys, warm mouth over his own. This was....... strangely comfortable. It wasn't scary or frightening in the least. Just gentle, even pressure against his lips. His body seemed to shut down, brain made stupid by such a small act. What was going on? What was happening to him? He hadn't ever been kissed prior to this had he? This gentle....?
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 3, 2012 11:44:31 GMT -5
He wasn't fighting. That fact both surprised and pleased Ari. So, he wasn't as quite shy as he seemed... Ari increased the pressure just a little, pulling the other man's head closer by the hand he still had on his neck. It occurred to Ari that this was the first time that he'd willingly kissed another person. Every other time, he'd either been tied down to some piece of furniture, whipped into submission, or was just too exhausted to fight whoever it was off. His grip tightened just a little at the memories. Ari pulled back a little, giving them both time to breathe. He looked into the other man's eyes and tried to gauge his reaction. If he started to freak out then he would stop...But if he didn't..... Ari's eyes dropped to the other man's lips.
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 3, 2012 11:57:03 GMT -5
The feeling was pleasant. It didn't hurt, even when Ari squeezed a bit tighter or pressed his lips a bit harder. He didn't feel as if he was suffocating. No.... It didn't feel bad at all. The oral contact was gone after a minute or so and Markus breathed, not realizing that he had been holding it in. His eyes met with Ari's and he blushed. "I.... I didn't know it would be...... That kind of help....." he stuttered, "And our age differences.... You're still a minor...." That could cause some serious problems later on.....
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 3, 2012 12:04:21 GMT -5
"My age has never stopped anyone before." Nor would it now. He pressed his lips against the other man's again, a bit harder this time. He hadn't freaked out. In fact, he'd talked as if he actually wanted to 'help' Ari. Ari opened his lips a little, sweeping his tongue across the other male's, seeking access. Open for me... he thought. His need was growing with each passing second, becoming harder and harder to ignore. Markus's shyness wasn't helping either...
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 3, 2012 12:32:55 GMT -5
"My age has never stopped anyone before." Well.... Yeah with his type of background of course not. The only people he had been with were pedophiles and Markus was not a pedophile. But those lips.... They just pulled him in. He couldn't help but kiss them back, the pressure getting harder this time. Something wet swiped against his lips and he gasp a bit in surprise. The kiss was getting more intimate now, it was getting scarier. But the hand on his neck was gentle, relaxing. It was calming his nerves, his mind. Markus' lips opened and he felt something wet go in. It was a strange taste, like every other French kiss had been. But it didn't taste bad of cigars, tobacco or drugs. It was just strange. Foreign.
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Post by Ari Damon Darellis on Dec 3, 2012 12:39:58 GMT -5
Ari almost couldn't stop the soft moan that wanted to escape when he felt the other man's lips open under his. He slid his tongue into the man's mouth, sweeping it over the slick walls. He tasted....Ari didn't know how to describe it. Not like any of the other men who had shoved their tongues down his own throat. He...liked....how Markus tasted. As the kiss continued, Ari slowly slid both of his arms around the man's shoulders. How was it that he would meet the one person who he would actually want to fuck his brains out after being dragged to this godforsaken island?
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Post by Markus Wish Erinston on Dec 3, 2012 19:21:02 GMT -5
Things were getting intimate. Much more intimate then Markus was use to. He could feel Ari's tongue slide against his own; he still couldn't quite decide if he liked it or not. Ari's hands travelled to his shoulders, causing Markus to pull away slightly. This was happening all too fast. First it was touching but it would evolve into something more sinner or later. "W.... We should stop....." he said between their lips.
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