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K, so today is the big 2-1.
Here's the exciting-ness that was my 21st:
*Woke up early; wrote a research proposal about demonology
*Went to class
*Had dinner (Pizza Hut) with the parents
*Went to Presque Isle Downs and Casino with Matthew and got $10 and a free buffet...won $20 and tried to take a picture with the winning machine to put on myspace but some freaky dude came over and yelled that we weren't allowed to take pictures (why was not explained) then he wanted our last names and screamed how he "knew" us from Quality Markets...he was the gambling gestapo..and after we "met" him, I just wanted to leave because he gave off that creepy I'll-find-where-you-live-and-imprison-you-in-my-basement-to-do-god-knows-what vibe..but I wanted to get my free $13 buffet--except it was only good today and I wasn't hungry, so I got it anyway and got a drink and two pieces of cake...and to think: the photo would have been free adverstisement--and a hell of a lot better 'advertisement' than that creepy --emphasis on the INCREDIBLY CREEPY--guy...
*Followed the casino bus around the parking lot...
*Drove around Erie finding nothing to do,
*Stopped at Gabriel Bros. and I got a giant stuffed lobster:
(the dollar is in the pic to show how obnoxiously huge this thing is)
*Stopped by beer distributers to see if they had 6 packs of Smirnoff...they only sold them in 24 packs for $31!! I didn't buy any...
*Went to a bar in Edinboro where I got a grape Smirnoff for $2.75 and could--but didn't yet--get a 6-pack for $9 (it's cheaper in NY tho...)
*Went home and listened to my asshole neighbors yell...which brings us to now (10:00)
*I may nap soon if my neighbors shut their goddamn mouths
*Also I'm playing the annoying songs CD (of which I have 3 and Matthew gave me a 4th!!)Current Mood: underwhelmed Current Music: Annoying Mix |
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so its been many moons since i updated this...so i am compelled to write *something*
got a new job - 5 cents over minimum wage at a plastics shop. yay.
watched history channel 4th of july special; was quite disappointed in their portrayal of banastre tarleton, kinda left out some important info just to make his look more like a bastard...renewed my interest in him so i went back to the best site for ban research: www.banastretarleton.org
apparently, there's also a band by that name...
maybe i'll make some tarleton icons...
trying to sell shit on ebay to have money for otakon...buy my stuff...
making awesome jewelry to sell at later anime cons...(def. at katsu and maybe anime north)...cheap prices (probably nothing over $10, def. nothing over $15), great quality (i'm a perfectionist)
may start making parasols...those'd be more expensive...they take forevers
wanna do some collages, too...
anybody know any good sites for downloading j-rock/visual kei? i'm looking for aliene ma'riage among others... (you help me, i help you *wink wink*)Current Mood:  curious Current Music: hyde |
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Say you want something. You want something real bad. You are willing to sell your soul to get it. Okay, you go for it. Soul sold. Now what? Inevitably you are going to want something again just as bad. But now you don't have a soul. You don't have anything to bargain with. The Devil is just going to ignore you. But what if you could buy a soul yourself? Replace the one you already bargained away. At Secondhand Souls we have a soul for you. Now the Devil's going to take notice. We put the Devil on your other shoulder!
The problem is the cloned souls aren't that valuable to the Devil, let's face it. He knows it's a copy. Don't expect him to provide you with your biggest desire. The best you could hope for is maybe something small, maybe something like a sandwich if you're hungry. Of course, knowing the Devil, it would probably be a sandwich with thorns in it.Current Mood:  complacent Current Music: Brad's Song (Weiss Kreuz) |
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“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 18
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mcr_blue_canary
Rating: PG-13ish
POV: Matt’s
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^
Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14222.html
Chapter 13: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14446.html
Chapter 14: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14919.html
Chapter 15: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16118.html
Chapter 16: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16978.html
Chapter 17: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/17235.html
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The next day, I confront Jorginson, who already sports a few bruises. I tell him never to touch Sonny again—or else. He only nods feebly. I think by now he figured to leave Sonny be.
They both have ISS, but in different rooms, of course. Having had ISS before, I know what to expect; Mr. Wilson is there for about half an hour in the morning and half an hour in the afternoon—he also stops in to tell you when lunch is. Other then that, you can pretty much do whatever you want. So Sonny spent his days playing on the internet.
Soon enough, though, it is time for Thanksgiving. I’m excited to get some time away from school and some time alone with Sonny. For Thanksgiving dinner, it’s just going to be Mom, Sonny, Evan, Veronica, and me. I’m shocked they’re still dating, but whatever floats their boat. He plans to have lunch with her family then have her over for dinner with us. Pigs. It is also my sincere hope that mom and I can have a civil meal together.
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We sit around the table getting ready to eat.
Sonny smiles at me, “Oh, I’m so hungry,” he whispers greedily.
I nod.
“I have an idea!” Veronica announces, “Why don’t we go around the table and say what we’re thankful for…” She pauses as everyone, except for me, nods. “Ok, why don’t you start, Mrs. Good?”
Mom smiles, “Alright, let’s see…I’m thankful for Evan, and for Sonny, for Veronica, too, for the dog, for this house, for my job, and for this meal.”
I knew I was left off the list purposefully and I knew she never was thankful that I existed, but it still hurt. But, like good guests, we ignore our hostess’ rudeness.
“Your turn, Evan,” Mom continues, smiling.
“Um, I’m thankful for family and friends and a girlfriend.”
“Veronica?” Mom looks at her.
“My turn?” Veronica smiles, “I’m thankful for my family and my friends and for Evan and his family. I’m also thankful to be healthy and safe.”
“Sonny?” Mom says, purposefully skipping over me.
“Oh, I’m thankful for both my families and especially my roommate, Matt,” he hugs me, “It’s your turn, Matt!” he proclaims.
“I’m thankful for Sonny,” I stare directly at my mom, “and for poverty and privatized health care and for greedy doctors.”
“Matthew! Those are not things to be thankful for!” Mom yells.
“Well, that’s what I’m thankful for.”
“You are awful.”
“Aw,” Sonny interjects, “Don’t say that, you’re hurting his feelings.”
“He doesn’t have feelings.”
“Of course he does! Everybody does. He has feelings and they are hurt!”
My mom’s mouth drops, “Well, Sonny, you haven’t known him for long. Once you’ve known him for 18 years, you’ll change your mind.”
“I don’t think I will; I like Matt. He is nice.”
I realize something just now—Sonny has done something for me that no one else—not even my own brother—has ever done: stood up for me against mom. Evan and Veronica just watch in silence.
“He’s a horrible child! Oh, Sonny, I never should have put you in the same room with him!”
I’ve had enough. I get up and walk out. Sonny follows me.
“Come back and eat.” Sonny urges, grabbing my arm.
“No. I’m not hungry.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, you are.”
“No.” he lies.
“Oh, Sonny, just go eat the goddamn food!”
“You, too,” he says, pulling me back into the kitchen. My mother glares.
I put my hands on Sonny’s shoulders and shove him into a chair.
“Stay.” I mutter and turn to leave. As I attempt to walk away, Sonny grabs my waist and tries to pull me back. I try to push him away but he doesn’t let go. Undaunted, I try to hurry out, figuring he’d have to release me anyway. As I head toward the exit, I end up dragging him and we both fall, Sonny with the chair in tow, unto the floor.
I scowl at him, but he starts to smile and begins to giggle. I just smile and shake my head in defeat.
“Matt!” Mother yells, “Sonny did he hurt you?! Are you okay, Sonny?”
“No and yes…let’s eat, now, okay?” Sonny asks, “Please?”
I stand up and help Sonny get up and set the chair back upright. He looks at me with big eyes.
“Fine, Sonny, you want me to eat…”
“Yes!” he interrupts, victoriously.
“You owe me later,” I whisper in his ear.
“Other way,” he murmurs back.
Mom ignores me the rest of dinner and I’m glad she’s over her bitch fit. Veronica mouths ‘sorry’ to me, and soon conversation continues as if the incident never occurred.
“So are you guys going shopping tomorrow?” Veronica asks.
“Are you crazy?” Mom teases, “Not with all those crazy people out!”
“Evan and I are going to go, right?” she asks Ev.
“I guess…”
“Whipped,” I whisper to my brother, but no sooner do the words leave my mouth than I hear Sonny saying:
“Can Matt and I come too?”
“Sure, but you gotta be up early…” she informs him.
“Okay!” he smiles at me.
“You can go,” I whisper.
“And so can you.”
My brother makes a whip sound at me. Damn it. Just wait until we’re alone, Sonny, I’ll get you back…I smile maniacally at him.
We arrange a time to meet with those two, who decide that Veronica will just spend the night rather than come here at like, 4 or 5 am. Sonny’s excited about taking part in another American culture. I tell him it’s over-rated, but he doesn’t care.
After dinner and dessert, Sonny and I go up to our room.
“So, why do I have to go?”
“It will be fun.”
I glare. “Y’know, you’re startin’ to get a little pushy.”
“I am not!”
“Bullshit!”
“I just want to do stuff with you—”
“Whether I want to or not.” I interrupt.
“No…”
“Yes.”
“Fine, don’t come. I won’t bother you anymore.” He looks sad and dejected.
“Sonny, don’t get all mopey…” I rub his shoulders. He looks up at me. I try to kiss him, but he turns his head.
“I don’t want to force you to do anything.”
“Sonny, come on, geez…”
“What else do I make you do that you don’t want to do?”
“Uh, so far all I can think of is today…oh, maybe Halloween—”
His eyes get wide, his lip quivers and he starts to cry, burying his head under the pillow.
I stare at him, confused. Why the hell is he crying over trick-or-treating?
Then it hits me: he’s not crying over that; Halloween night was the first time we ever had sex. He thinks I regret…oh, no.
“Sonny,” I say, putting my hands on his shoulders. He shrugs me off, and I turn him around to face me.
“Sonny, you totally misunderstood me—” I wipe away his tears.
“No…it’s okay…I get it…I’m sorry.”
“No, no, no. I’m talking about dressing up not…sex, ‘cause that was great…”
“I never meant to force you to do that…”
“You didn’t force me to sleep with you, I wanted to.”
“You said yourself I’m pushy.”
“I was half kidding. I wasn’t being serious. I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” I say, kissing his cheek, “Besides,” I continue, blushing, “I kinda like it when you take control in bed sometimes…”
“You do?”
“Yeah…it’s sexy.”
“But you don’t like me out of bed.”
“Of course I do. I love you all the time…I’m just kinda flustered right now, I guess…but I will go with you tomorrow; it’s just that I was making fun of Evan and then, yeah…”
“Don’t go; you don’t want to.”
“I’ll go because I know you’ll make it fun.”
“How will I do that?”
“Like you make everything else more fun; you just do.”
“Really? Are you lying?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I’m not lying; you’re just a fun person.”
“A fun pushy person.”
“Oh, stop.” I hug him tightly, cursing myself for starting this stupid fight. He hugs me back, but I know I’ve ruined something. I just know he’s not going to be as sexual because of my big mouth. If I could kick my own ass…
I kiss Sonny’s lips. He kisses back, but breaks it to ask:
“So do you want me to be pushy or not?”
“I want you to be what you want to be.”
“…Ok.” He hugs me. I kiss his neck. I then move us into a lying position on the bed. We cuddle and kiss, but I think I ruined any possibility for getting any action sexually.
Either way, I decide to push my luck; I move myself on top of him and slide my hand into his pants. He moans at my touch.
“Hey,” he whispers as I caress him. His arms wrap around me.
We hear my mother out in the hallway. I ignore her and keep kissing Sonny, until we hear:
“Veronica, do you have any tampons? I’m fresh out.”
Sonny starts giggling uncontrollably. Oh, god, shut up, Mom! I try to resume what I was doing, kissing his neck as he laughs.
“Thank you so much. Oh, Evan, don’t give me that look.” We hear Mom say. Evan says something about Midol and Sonny snorts. He pushes me off of him, holding his stomach as he laughs.
“I hate my family.” I mutter. “I’m surprised you even know what a tampon is.”
“I see TV,” he replies between bouts of laughter.
“We’re not gonna be doing anything anymore are we?”
“I don’t think I can enjoy it when that is in my head.”
“True...Oh, how I hate them so.”
We turn on the TV and watch some comedy and decide to go to bed before it gets to late, so we can get up and get going bright and early tomorrow morning.
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PS: Sorry it took so long to update; things have gone insanely out of control. I.e. reasearch reports, finals, and apparantly getting arrested without my own knowledge. Yep, apparently it ISN'T illegal for the cops NOT tell someone you've arrested them... Go American justice system...
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so i was arrested, however i was not there at the time of my arrest. my boss who wouldnt pay me filed disorderly conduct (for sayin' bad words after she mocked me and didnt pay me for 4 weeks) against me. i wrote to her boss, citing her as unprofessional, etc and now she filed a lawsuit against me a MONTH later 'cause i got her in trouble, and apparently, i was arrested nov. 30th at mcnerny hall, of which i was unaware. so apparently the NEWSPAPER knew about my arrest before i did.
so much for free speech.
i actually called 24-hour counselling services balling my eyes out. there has only been one time where i have felt this rotten, this worthless and that was when i was sexually assaulted. oddly, enough i feel worse NOW, maybe 'cause everytime i'm in a situation like this, i have no one to turn to, those i try to confide in are too busy, but probably 'cause i'm poor and in trouble for exercising my 1st amendment RIGHTS. but i guess the constitution doesn't matter any more, anyway
i'd love to charge her with 'pain & suffering'
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“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 17
Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: PG-13ish
POV: Matt’s
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^
Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14222.html
Chapter 13: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14446.html
Chapter 14: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14919.html
Chapter 15: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16118.html
Chapter 16: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16978.html
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“Who hit you?!” I demand as we enter the house.
“I got into fight.”
“Who?” I repeat. Sonny stares at me without saying a word. He just sits silently on the couch.
I sigh, “What happened?” I sit beside him.
“This kid—”
“Who?!” I insist
“Jorginson.” Evan informs me, eating an apple.
I look at Sonny who’s glaring at my brother.
“Go on.”
“Why don’t you have Evan tell you?”
“Sonny, please tell me what happened.”
“Then listen.”
I nod.
“Ok, well we were talk about US intervention overseas, and I asked why America go into other countries without good reason. And he said it was because America was better than all the other countries. He said it was America’s right and duty. And I said America was not better than the world. And he said they have more money, which is true, but it doesn’t make them better. I said there is also lots of crime here. And he mentioned the mafia. And I said at least they know of justice. He asked how and I said if someone kill a person without good reason, they die. Here they get ten years in jail. How is that fair? That victim’s live is over, yet the killer lives?! How many must you kill before you die? In the Don’s land, you kill, you die, you rape, it is cut off, you steal, you pay back double or lose a finger or two. That is justice—eye for eye. He said that was stupid and the Don was killer. I said there was good reason—is different. He didn’t see the different. So I gave him a example: My aunt got pregnant with her lover who was already married—but she didn’t know that. He didn’t want wife to know so he kill her. My mom went to the Don and told him. The next day, we receive gifts and he was dead. But if that had happened here, he could have paid his way out or gone to jail for ten or twenty years. That is not justice.
“Then he said that if my aunt wasn’t a slut…Typical American: blame the victim. But I got so mad I jump from my seat and tackle him on ground. I punch him and say never talk about my family. He shove me and we fight. We get in school uspension. I think mom will be mad at me.”
“Wow.” I’ll freakin’ kill this kid. I pet Sonny’s hair. “Don’t worry about it. Let me go get something for your bruises.”
I head into the kitchen. Evan follows me.
“Don’t start feelin’ all bad for him…”
“Why?” I ask, rummaging in the cabinets.
“Jorginson is like 6 foot. Sonny knocked him to the ground and started pummeling the shit outta him. It took him and another dude to get Sonny off! Only then, when he was on his feet, could he fight back. Yeah, Sonny got a few hits to the face and one to the stomach, but he gave out a ton more. He got a good crotch-shot too.”
“Jorginson got his ass kicked by little Sonny?”
He nods.
“Bull.”
“I got proof.”
“Good.”
Evan takes out his phone and shows me a video of the fight. He wasn’t lying. Sonny was pissed.
“Why didn’t you help?” I ask, smacking him upside the head.
“I wasn’t gonna get involved; plus he had it taken care of anyway.”
“No, he didn’t. He still got hurt.” I grab the cream I wanted and go back to the living room, Evan in tow.
“This’ll take away the mark.” I sit by him. “Close your eyes. I’ll put it on for you.” He complies and I put it on as gently as I can.
“There!” I say once I’ve finished. He smiles as Mom walks in.
“Matthew!” she screams, “What did you do to him?!” She raises her arm to smack me, but Sonny stops her.
“No! I wasn’t Matt. I got into fight at school.” He looks down and hands her the paper to sign.
I glare at her. Why am I always suspect number one? And why isn’t Evan number two?
“Matt, don’t teach him to fight in school!”
I knew this would somehow be my fault.
“No, see, it wasn’t my fault, he got into a fight because someone said something bad about his family. If someone said something bad about you I’d just laugh and agree.”
“You are awful.” She glares at me. I smile innocently.
“Sonny, fighting isn’t the answer.” She says, petting his hair.
“I know, but no one says that my aunt was dumb. No one blames her for getting killed—”
“What?!”
Sonny tells Mom what he told me. She decides that was a good enough reason, and not punish him (although, what could she really do anyway?). She warns him not to do it again. He nods and we go to the room.
I hug him and try to kiss him, but he’s not in the mood. He flops on his bed. I sit on the edge watching him.
“I miss my family.” He whispers.
“Call them,” I hand him my cell.
“But it’s long distance.”
“Not on a cell.”
“Really?” His face lights up as he dials the number. Soon he’s speaking rapid Sicilian. Some of which I’m able to pick up, due to our ‘lessons’ which have been going really well, actually.
While he chats, I go online. I talk to Derek on instant messenger and find out what he and Trav wanted to do yesterday evening: set off fireworks in the park. He said they saved ‘em for tonight and not to cop out or we’d miss them. He said they’d pick us up at 11. I tell him about Sonny’s fight. He, too, wants to see Evan’s video. I tell him I’ll have Ev send it to me. He says Ev can come along, so I invite him (via AIM ‘cause I’m too lazy to walk across the hall). He agrees and I tell him he better not be a prick or his ass is grass.
Sonny, Evan and I are standing outside ten minutes before 11, waiting. Sonny’s in a better mood, his head resting on my arm.
“You smell like love.” Sonny informs me.
“Huh?”
“You just do.”
He snuggles into me, sniffing my chest. I laugh.
“You guys are weird.” Evan raises an eyebrow at us.
“Do you want to smell him?”
“No, thanks, I’ve smelled his stinky ass for 16 years, thank you very much.”
Derek and Travis pull up in Derek’s mom’s van. We climb in.
“Ya good today, Matt, no raging erections?” Trav mocks.
“Ha ha.” I roll my eyes.
“Smuggling any squirrels in you pants?” Der adds.
“Yes, one for each of you.”
“Sweet,” Trav says.
“You go about your business when we left?” Derek asks.
“Hell yes! We made our own fireworks.” I wink.
“He’s lying.” Sonny announces. “We had sex instead.”
Everybody starts laughing. I give Sonny a weird look and he just smiles. Sometimes I really don’t get him.
We arrive at the park and start setting the fireworks up. Sonny’s excited and wants to make sure he gets to set some off. All five of us grab one and set them off at the same time. We set some off on the playground, just for the hell of it.
In the excitement, I lost Sonny. I look around the playground. I lean against one of those little tunnels kids crawl through.
“Ev, where’s Son?”
“He was right by you…”
“I know he was…”
Evan starts laughing and points behind me. I turn to see an eye watching me from one of the holes in the tunnel.
“Sonny, get outta there!”
I hear him giggling inside.
“Go in and get him!” Ev suggests.
Still inside, Sonny screams.
“Pwned!” We hear Travis scream from inside the tunnel.
“Looks like Trav already got him.” I say.
They both come out and we continue setting off the fireworks until they’re gone. Once they are gone, Sonny takes to the swings. Travis runs over there, Derek following right behind him.
“What’s the rush?” I ask as Evan takes off too. I walk over and instantly I realize what it was. There are 5 regular swings and 1 oversized baby swing.
“You cunts! Give the tallest one the baby swing, you asses!”
“You’ll fit,” Evan teases, “It’s for big babies.” I debate attacking my brother for the swing, but decide I don’t have the energy. I eye the swing, deciding to take my chances.
I shimmy myself into it as they laugh. I don’t quite fit.
“My ass is too big!” I inform them, standing back up. Sonny jumps off his swing and comes over. He plops into the swing.
“Push?”
I smile, “Sure.” It’s been a long time since I’ve pushed someone on a swing. Oh, well, if that’s what he wants…I keep pushing him until, without warning he leaps from the swing. He lands on his feet, smiling.
“Ya coulda warned me.” I chide.
“Ok, I jump.”
“A little late now.”
We get home a little after 2 AM. Sonny fell asleep on the car ride home. I carry him up to bed and lay him down gently. He moans and opens his eyes a little. I kiss his forehead. He smiles and goes back to sleep.
I smile back at him.
Jorginson is a dead man.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is what inspired Sonny's beatin.'
Blind Patriotism: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16149.html
Also "fire works" translated into Italian came out as impianti del fuoco literally "systems of the fire"
Nov. 21st, 2006 @ 08:35 pm
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“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 16
Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: R/NC-17
POV: Matt’s
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^
Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14222.html
Chapter 13: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14446.html
Chapter 14: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14919.html
Chapter 15: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16118.html
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As we near Thanksgiving, mother seems in a festive mood. She bought a giant inflatable turkey for the front yard, and now it’s Evan and my duty to put the damn thing up. Sonny is excited; he wants to help.
“This is fucking stupid,” I mutter as we pull the damn thing out of its box. It’s 30 feet tall.
Evan smiles and says in a preppy voice, “But maybe we’ll be the talk of the neighborhood for two minutes.”
I roll my eyes, “Yeah, they’ll be all like, ‘what a cunt.’” I say, mocking mom.
“We don’t have an air compressor pump do we?” I ask.
“We have one for the bike…”
“That helps…Ah, this is so stupid!” I groan.
“So are you but we keep you around.”
“Blow me.”
“Like the turkey!” Sonny announces, gleefully.
I raise my eyebrows, “Oh…kay, Sonny…”
Sonny smiles happily.
“I’ll get the bike pump,” Evan declares, heading for the garage. I debate making a comment about a dick pump, but I let it pass.
Sonny flops down on the grass and stares up at me.
“Why are you so happy, huh?”
“I don’t know, but I bet that turkey will be fun…”
“Um, how?”
“How can it not be?”
“Whatever,” I walk over to him and put my foot lightly on his chest. “Now what?”
“Now I can make you fall down,” he grabs my foot.
“Don’t make me hurt you, little boy!”
He giggles, but doesn’t let go.
“Oh, don’t make me go all WWF on your ass…” I kneel down, my foot still in his grasp.
“This is uncomfortable,” I murmur.
“Your own fault.”
“I can so kick you in the face right now!” I inform him.
“But you won’t.”
“I know,” I mutter dejectedly, looking down.
“Awww…” he lets go of my foot, smiling.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” Evan asks.
I look over at him, “You get the air pump?”
“No, a gnome stole it on the way over here,” he holds the pump up and shakes it at me.
Sonny stares at us blankly, “Travelocity?”
I laugh, “You have been watching too much TV!”
“That’s probably the only gnome he’s come in contact with…” Evan mutters.
“Lucky; I hate them things…”
“Here,” Evan hands me the pump.
“You!” I hand it back.
“Me!” Sonny squeals, grabbing it.
“And just what do you think you’re going to do with that?” I tease.
“Blow the turkey,” he smiles.
Evan and I geek out as Sonny inspects the turkey.
“Where is the hole?”
Evan and I geek even more. I wonder if Sonny knows what he’s saying.
“Found it!” he yells, proceeding to start to blow it up slowly.
“I don’t know if it’s working…” Sonny mumbles.
“Well, is it in yet?” Evan asks.
I laugh.
“Yes, see?” He holds up the turkey.
“Doesn’t look like the turkey can feel it…” I add.
“No, I guess not,” Sonny stares at the turkey, “Come on, get big!”
Evan and I are laughing so much we’re snorting. Sonny gives us a confused look.
Mom sticks her head out the window, “What are you idiots doing?”
“Blowing a turkey,” I reply.
“Why don’t you use the air compressor?”
“I didn’t know we had one,” Evan says.
She rolls her eyes, “Come on, I’ll show you.”
The three of us follow her into the bowels of the garage and discover there is, in fact, an air compressor.
“Huh. Who’d a thought?” I ponder.
“Go,” she says, chasing us back out into the yard.
“Will this blow better and make him big?” Sonny asks excitedly.
Evan and I start laughing again. He has to understand the double meaning…
“You like puns, eh?” I ask.
“Pun.” He repeats.
“Never mind,” I sigh.
With our new weapon, it doesn’t take long to inflate the dumb turkey. After it reaches its full size, Sonny hugs it and, like the nerds we are, we take pictures with it. Sonny giggles, having fun bouncing off it.
Evan and I watch him, “He is such a dork,” I whisper.
“Just a bit.”
“Come on! Play with me!” Sonny announces loudly. I blush.
“Sonny!” I chide.
“Huh?”
“Don’t scream that!”
“Why?”
“Just don’t.” I walk over to where he is and ‘play’ with him and the turkey.
“Get your ass over here, Evan!” I yell.
“But I’m the photographer..."
“Now!”
We fool around with the turkey, until it gets dark and mom bitches at us to stop.
“You know,” Evan whispers to me, “We ought to take Son to one of them Thanksgiving festival things when they have a Dino Jump.”
“It’s be fun to fuck in one a those…” I mutter.
Evan gives me an odd look.
We go into the house and an overly hyper Sonny and I head to our room.
“What is with you today?” I ask.
“I don’t know.”
I hug him tightly, “Well, figure it out,” I tease him.
“You.”
I smile and kiss him, sitting with him on my bed, grabbing the stereo remote and turning it on. By now, there is really no point to us having separate beds (except, of course, for the, um, maternal reason...oh, how I hate her). We usually sleep in my bed, but we use both beds for sex. One needs a little bit of variety.
I have also since discovered Sonny is open to try new things in the bedroom. He can get a little crazy sometimes, but I love it.
Out of nowhere, he shoves me on my back and sits on my stomach. He pins my hands back and kisses my lips passionately. I don’t know what he’s planning, but from the urgency of his kisses, I’m sure it’ll be good.
He breaks our kiss. He smiles down at me and whispers, “If I let your hands go, will you be good?”
I nod fervently.
“That’s good,” he says, letting go of my hands. He moves himself down, sitting on my thighs. He undoes my belt. And, smiling evilly at me, he holds it in his hands, contemplating its usefullness. He decides against it and tosses the belt aside.
“You need furry handcuffs,” he teases.
“You do.”
“Shhh.” He puts his finger to my lips. I lick and suck at it. He smiles seductively as he caresses my growing erection through my pants.
He pulls his finger from my mouth and undoes my jeans. He smiles and kisses me through my boxers. I moan a little, wishing he would hurry. He moves the boxers aside, revealing my fully erect penis.
He moves his mouth closer to me; I can feel his warm breath on my skin.
But before he has a chance to go any further, there’s knock on my door.
You can’t be serious!
“Go away!” I yell.
“It’s me and Trav,” I hear Derek say through the door. Sonny puts my boxers back in place and zips up my jeans.
“No,” I whisper at him.
“Hello?” Trav calls.
He gets up off of me and motions to the door. Pissed, I walk to the door with him.
I open it and grumble angrily, “What?”
“Just seein’ if you wanted to go—” Derek starts
“No!” I hiss, cutting him off. I don’t want him to say something else Sonny would be interested in doing. “We’ll do it tomorrow!”
“We were just gonna go to—”
“No!” I snap again, pointing down to my crotch, “We’re busy.”
“Shit, Matt!” Travis, says, his eyes wide.
“Yeah, see ya later,” I reply, attempting to close the door.
“Where you going?” Sonny asks.
“No place,” I answer.
“We can do it later…” Derek suggests, staring at my pants.
“Yeah, later, thanks for the thought, bye!” I close the door quickly.
“We should’ve gone,” Sonny teases.
“No, no, no,” I grab his hand and drag him back to the bed. I lay down like I was before, pulling him on top of me. I unzip my pants.
He watches me, saying nothing.
“Where were we?”
“I don’t know if I want to anymore…”
“Of course you do!”
“Mood’s ruined.”
“No it’s not!”
“I don’t know…”
“Please, Sonny. You can’t do this to me.”
“Hmmm…” he murmurs, staring off.
“Pleeaaaaseee?” I whine.
He looks down at me without a word.
“Please, Sonny? I’m begging.”
He pokes my erection.
“Please? I need you…”
He moves off of me.
“Sonny, pl—”
“Shhh.”
I look at him with sad, pleading eyes.
“Take off your pants.”
I smile, and eagerly comply. I take my shirt off as well, and lay back down naked.
“I didn’t tell you take off your shirt…”
“Sorry.” God, if he doesn’t do something to me soon, I’m going to do something to me!
He’s having way too much fun teasing. He sits on my bed and kisses my lips tenderly. I kiss him back, slipping my tongue in his mouth. He makes no other move to touch me. Desperate, I begin to fondle myself. He smacks my hand away.
“No touch.”
“I need it. Please, Sonny?” I beg again. He smiles, placing his hand where mine was. I moan loudly under his touch. He moves down. Again, I feel his breath on my skin. He kisses the tip lightly. I want so badly to push myself into his mouth, or rather just push his head down. But I don’t dare to. I know if I did, he’d bite me. It happened before. He didn’t bite enough to really hurt (not that it was pleasant), just enough to get my attention and for me to learn not to do it.
Deciding he’s teased me enough, he licks the head. His mouth soon engulfs me, licking me everywhere. I moan rather loudly. Instinctively, I put my hands in his hair, being careful to force his head down; he really hates that. As he sucks on me, his hands explore other places in that area. He rubs his finger on my perineum.
“Oh god,” I moan breathlessly, “That feels so good.”
He can tell that I’m getting close and quickens his pace.
I moan loudly, pushing myself further into his mouth as I cum. I didn’t mean to, but he doesn’t bite me.
He sits up as I try to catch my breath. I pull him close and hug him tightly.
“I should have bit you.” He whispers.
“I’m sorry.”
“I would have bit you but it didn’t want to hurt you then.”
“Thanks.” I kiss him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He stands up. I whine, wanting to cuddle. He takes off his shirt slowly. I smile, watching his show. He takes off his belt and raises his eyebrows at me.
“Maybe I will tie your hands next time.”
“What if I tie you?”
He giggles, shaking his head. He discards his pants and underwear and climbs back into bed with me. I put my fingers in my mouth, my other hand caressing his back. I take my fingers from my mouth and kiss him. While we kiss, I slip a finger inside of him. He moans into my mouth as I insert another finger.
I attempt to shift my body so that I’m on top. Sonny won’t have it, pushing me firmly back down. Still kissing, he reaches behind us and grabs the lube (of which we now have a good supply). I take my fingers out of him and he moans, breaking our kiss. He sits up on my thighs. He pours some on his hand, rubbing it onto me. I moan as he does this. Once, I’ve been generously lubed, he hands me the bottle. I put it on the dresser behind me. He positions himself over me, sitting on my erection. We both moan loudly as I enter him. He situates himself on me, getting used to it. I try to sit up to assist, but he pushes me back down, keeping his hands on my chest. He moves his hips up and down, trying to find which movements feel best. I move my hips in time with him. He seems to like this, so I keep it up. I caress his erection; by now he’s almost screaming. He’s never quiet during sex (thank god) but he’s especially vocal today, which just gets me more turned on.
I smile up at him. God, he’s gorgeous. I’m mesmerized by the way his body moves, as well as how his body feels.
His legs start to shake a little, as my hand gets a little wet with pre-cum.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
“You are too,” he manages between moans, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Sonny.”
He starts to move faster; so do I. He grabs my free hand and holds it. I smile. He attempts a smile back, between his screams of pleasure.
I’m getting close; I try to hold back. I don’t want to finish before him. Luckily, he’s pretty close too.
He cums onto my hand with a loud scream. I follow soon after, causing him to scream again. He collapses unto my chest, exhausted, with me still inside of him. I hold him for a few minutes while we catch our breath. Then I pick him up a bit and pull myself out. He moans, cuddling into me.
“You’re loud today,” I comment, petting his hair
“Maybe it was all the teasing.” He pauses. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be! I thought it was hot.”
I smile as he yawns. I pull the blankets over us.
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The next morning, we wake up to the sound of Satan, my alarm clock.
“Goddamn.” I mutter, yawning. He moans, shutting it off. He gets up, still naked, and stretches. I watch him, waking up. I smile, pulling him close to me and touching his member.
“Not in the morning, Matt.”
“It’ll wake you up…”
He groans, “We’ll miss the bus.”
“No, we won’t.”
“No.”
Undaunted, I keep touching him. "Aw, come on..."
“No.” He says again firmly. Deciding he probably means it, I stop.
We get dressed and head off to school, were we talk about pilgrims and how great America is. Yay.
Unfortunately, I’m late getting on the bus after school (I almost missed it) and the seats next to Sonny and Evan are taken. So I sit up front with the uber nerds who are discussing Star Trek. Oh, how I hate them.
I get off the bus first, followed by those two. When I turn to face them, I see Sonny has a black eye. I can also see a bit of dried blood under his nose. I am livid pissed. No one hurts him. No one.
Nov. 15th, 2006 @ 04:15 pm
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most botched quiz ever:
''You are 100% Ready for a child"! "Start The baby machine"
You would be a #1 Mom or Dad, go ahead and start making babys!The stork awaits you!
Should you have kids?
Make a Quiz
I said that I wouldn't change a diapar, would let it cry all night 'cause I ain't gettin' up, that I'm too poor anyway, and that I hate kids, WTF?!
Plus pregnancy see id like my #2 fear (death is #1)...
I lol'd but now now I wanna punch this person in the face.
Nov. 14th, 2006 @ 07:11 pm
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| » rpg |
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y'know i would join a rp community but i don't have aim anymore...maybe i'll get it again...hmm..maybe i'll do it now...
i got aim back... i'm druid kindersex if anyone cares....
Nov. 13th, 2006 @ 05:02 pm
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| » Blind Patriotism |
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Alas, I thought the days of blind patriotism were pretty much over.
I was dead wrong.
My fellow students in the 20th Century history course have proved this to me. Not, all of them are bigoted; mind you, but about half. (!)
I'd had seriously thought we, as human beings and as Americans, have moved past this state in life, but apparently not all have made the journey.
We were discussing Jamaica and Colombia.
Colombia in the 1980s had a really big drug trafficking problem so the government asks the US for help. We give them guns and armed helicopters. We also request their drug traffickers be sent to the US for trail. This pisses off the drug lords and plunges the country into a war-like state. We offer no more assistance. It isn't until later, under a new leader, that the Colombian government solves the problem itself, by offering a truce to the traffickers. One Colombian lady said she didn't want US involvement, because it's not like the US is free from crime and corruption either. A classmate thought she was stupid for not loving and appreciating the US intervention--even though we solved nothing! The same classmate also believes he is never ever wrong, even when its painfully obvious.
In Jamaica, Michael Mannley instituted a system of democratic socialism. He taxed the wealthy more and used the money to build schools and shelters for the poor. He also favored Cuba. Oh, no. The US gets nervous and then decides to pull all aid and tourism money from the poor country. After Mannley, the country turns to capitalism, ridding the poor of their new schools and shelters. US aid and tourism money flows back in. I think the Jamaican people have a right to be angry at the US' complete disregard for their sovereignty. They have a right to associate friendly with whatever country they choose. They were not hurting the US in any way. Jamaica was not and is not a threat to the US at all. The US could have simply choose to negotiate with them instead of pulling all its' investments. So in response to my comment about the US pretty much acting like a schoolyard bully, this girl in my class makes an analogy that if I gave her money would I want her spending it with my enemy? Because obviously the government is run by poor starving families, they are one and the same.
My fellow students also believe the governments in these areas should be more capitalist, hyper-capitalist if you will, because that's worked so well for the US, we have no poverty, right? And all communists are poor and evil. They also think the US should build factories that will pay these poor people just enough to survive on, because that would make them happy. Everyone loves to be exploited!
These people, at least ten of them in the class-I was virtually alone, think that it is the United States' job--no, the US' right, to police the world, because we are superior to those other countries. They honestly believe this, like some sort of pseudo-nazi ideology! Often people look down on the German people for letting the whole Nazi thing happen-but we have not changed much since then. It is clear this blind patriotism is still prevalent and that Nazism could happen again, even, no, especially, in the US.
But, why not we deserve it. We is the master race.
Nov. 13th, 2006 @ 04:08 pm
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| » "Vivendo il sogno americano" Chap 15 |
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“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 15
Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: R/NC-17
POV: Matt’s
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^
Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14222.html
Chapter 13: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14446.html
Chapter 14: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14919.html
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I wake the next morning because of Sonny’s fidgeting in his sleep. He finds a comfortable spot on my chest. I smile and pet his soft hair, remembering last night.
Not long after, he wakes up, yawning.
“Morning, love” I whisper. He cuddles into me.
“What time is it?”
“Close to noon, sleepy-head.”
“Ok,” he sits up and stretches, the blankets falling off of him, revealing his chest. I sit up as well and kiss his cheek while he yawns again.
“I have idea!” he says.
“Hmmm?”
“Let’s take a shower together,” he smiles brightly.
“Alright,” I get out of bed. Sonny whistles at my nakedness. He’s still lying on the bed. I grab his arms and pull him out. He giggles. He scurries to the dresser and grabs his clothes and some towels. I pick out my clothes, too.
We head into the bathroom, depositing the clothes and towels on the floor. I kiss his lips.
“How hot do you want it?”
“Hot and heavy,” he winks.
I smile, “I meant the water.”
He climbs in the tub and plays with the temperature. “There!” he says successfully. I get in the shower with him, kissing him under the water. My hands begin to wander his body. He moans under my touch.
He turns around, his back against my chest, and looks up at me, his arms up loosely on my shoulders. I kiss his neck while stroking his semi-erect penis; my own erection poking at his backside.
I wait until he’s fully erect before initiating anything further. Once he is, I grab the soap, figuring it will provide a useful lubricant. As soon as my hands leave him, he moans dejectedly, looking up at me with pleading eyes. Apparently, I’m taking too long with the soap.
“What?” I tease, a wicked grin on my face, as I apply the soap to myself.
“Matt…please?” he whispers.
“I know what you want. You’re awfully anxious, aren’t you?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Sonny,” I kiss his neck, setting the soap aside. I put my hands on his hips and position myself at his entrance. He smiles up at me as I push myself into him. He moans loudly, his hands gripping mine. I move slowly, letting his body get used to the situation. He loosens his grip on my hands. I then move one of my still mildly soapy hands to caress his member; the other arm rests around his waist.
Surprisingly, I find the soap to be much better than the actual lube. Sonny’s face shows no signs of discomfort like he did last night. I’m relieved. I move in and out at a rather quick pace, trying to find his pleasure spots again.
His moans are turning into screams of pleasure, which is only turning me on more. His legs start to shake, as he gets more into it. I wrap my arm more tightly around his waist so he doesn’t slip.
“I got you,” I whisper. He nods, breathlessly.
Sonny pushes back into me as I move into him. It feels great and he keeps it up, his legs getting weaker and weaker. I am aware that it is mostly me that’s supporting him, but I don’t mind.
We’re both getting close now. I’m moving as fast as I can without hurting him, my hand stroking him in tune with my other movements.
Sonny screams out in orgasm, his liquid spilling on my hand. I follow soon afterwards.
Sonny’s breathing heavily, his legs like jelly. I pull myself out and turn him around to face me. Supporting him, I kiss him on the lips passionately, my tongue darting inside. He wraps his arm around me, trying to regain his stance. I hold him protectively until he’s sure he’s able to stand on his own.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes.
“For what?”
“For making you hold me up.”
“It’s ok,” I say, nuzzling his nose, “I’ll hold you as long as you need me to. Besides, you had fun, right?”
“I did. A lot,” he smiles, blushing. We kiss again.
“You think we should actually get cleaned up now?” I tease.
He nods, grabbing the shampoo. He stands on his tiptoes and puts it in my hair. Worried, I place my hands on his hips, just in case. Luckily, he doesn’t slip.
I shampoo his hair as well. Once this task is completed, I run the soap over his body. When I finish, he does the same for me.
After we’re clean, I shut off the water. I pick up Sonny and put him down carefully on the bathroom rug so he doesn’t slip. He laughs at my paranoia. I climb out as well.
“You think I will fall?” he asks.
“I don’t want to think about that. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
He smiles and hugs me tightly. We towel off and get dressed.
We go downstairs to get food. Evan and Veronica are already in the kitchen.
Evan smiles evilly when he sees me, “Looks like I’m not the only one who got action last night.” He raises his eyebrows at Sonny and I.
I give him the death glare.
“Relax, mom ain’t here. So how was it?” he says looking at Sonny, “How bad is my brother?”
I flick him off and sit down.
“Are you—Do you mean—?” Sonny stutters, getting red. “Sex?” he whispers.
Evan nods.
“Well, it was really nice. It was romantic and loving. I liked it a lot.”
“Wow, I didn’t think you were serious about Matt being gay…” Veronica chimes in.
“I don’t feel the need to be classified either way. I love Sonny for who he is, not his body.” I reply, remembering a similar speech Sonny had given to me, Travis and Derek. Sonny squeezes me, smiling cheerfully.
“That’s sweet,” she says. She had better keep this a secret.
I rout through the fridge for some food. I find a couple microwave pizzas and throw two in for Sonny and I.
“We’re eatin’ pizza,” I inform him. He nods, happily.
We resolve to eat with them. After we finish our pizza, Sonny and I decide to wander around town with Derek and Trav.
As we leave the kitchen I whisper in Evan’s ear, “He swallows.”
His eyes get big as Sonny and Veronica wonder what I said.
We head over to Derek’s. Travis is already there.
“Hey, guys!” I greet happily. I want to tell them about Sonny and I. I hesitate.
“Can you guys keep a secret?”
“No,” Travis replies.
“Damn it!”
Derek laughs.
“I’m serious, Trav.”
“I’ll tell my clique.”
“Derek?” Sonny asks.
“Yes, Derek…” Trav says looking down.
“Sonny and I are dating.”
“I told you! I so thought they were!” Derek announces staring at Travis.
“Seriously, you already knew?” I mutter dejectedly.
“I had a hunch.”
“Well,” I continue, “We just had the most amazing sex ever!” I smile proudly. Sonny blushes a little and hugs me. The other two clap.
“I knew you would share our joy,” I joke.
“So, Sonny, how was it really?” Derek asks.
“Oh, fuck off!” I retort.
Sonny giggles, “It was really good.”
I nod, matter-of-factly.
“Can we look at after Halloween sales?” Sonny asks, excitedly, changing the subject.
I look at those two who shrug.
“We can take my mom’s car…” Derek suggests.
“Shotgun!” Trav calls.
“Backseat!” I yell, grabbing Sonny.
“You do anything nasty back there, I’ll crash the car!” Derek threatens.
“The threats only turn me on,” I whisper raising my eyebrows.
“I’ll make sure he is good,” Sonny says, smiling.
With that, we head out on our shopping escapade.
Nov. 12th, 2006 @ 10:30 pm
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| » I quit my fucking job. |
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my 'boss' is an unfathomable bitch, hereforafter known as the cunt. i have not been paid for 9 hours. i was supposed to be paid two weeks ago, but they can't do math. so i was to be re-embersed today. i wasn't, i'm pissed so i go talk to the cunt about this. i'm supposed to calm down 'cause it's not a big deal that they're not paying me, like i'm some sort of retarded child. um, excuse me?! she also tries to lie to me about things when i was there when it happened, um, i kinda know you're full of shit when i was there at the time. so anyway, i say i want my money, she says--i can't make this shit up--"do you want me to pay you for 9 hours out of my pocket so you'll be quiet?"
at that point i lost it. i've been patient with her shit long enough (including getting paid only 18.70 for 5 weeks work), i told her i fucking quit! this is bullshit. i was so pissed i was crying. turns out everyone hates her--including faculty. i'm gonna write a letter to her boss complaining.
i'd like to see her bitch ass not get paid and be okay with it.
it's not ok.
p.s. i was the math tutor on campus.
Nov. 10th, 2006 @ 03:03 pm
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I've decided to keep a list of all my fics/writings...I'll add a fic only when it's completed.
The list is small now, but it will grow, dammit!! ^_^
FFTL:
"Dream World"
Travis x Derek, Matt x Sonny, Travis x Sonny
Travis takes pills and enters a dream-like world...
(http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/15229.html)
"Perceptions of Reality"
Matt x Sonny
The psychological ramifications of Sonny's adoption...
(http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13335.html)
MCR:
"The Price of Love"
Gerard x Mikey
Gerard, who's been in love with his brother for awhile, finally decides to persue it...
(http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/781.html)
OTHER:
"Ode to You, O ________"
Poem
(http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/2826.html)
"The War on Women"
Sociological Essay
(http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/5945.html)
"We is the master race: blind patriotism"
The prevalence of blind patriotism in the US...ona college campus...
(http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/16149.html)
Nov. 8th, 2006 @ 11:26 pm
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“Dream World”
Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: R/NC-17
POV: Travis’s
Pairing: Travis x Derek, Matt x Sonny, Travis x Sonny
Summary: Unable to deal with the stress and anger, Travis turns to drugs. The pills he takes are his escape from reality, his own personal gateway to a dream-like world.
Disclaimer: NOT true. This is a pretty dark story. I’ve been feeling odd lately, so I took a break from writing my other fic ('cause its too happy right now), to delve into something much darker…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^
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I was going to quit. I really was, but I just don’t think it would be a good idea right now. I need the pills.
So here I am, meeting Rodrigo in a dark alleyway. He hands me the little bottle and I get out my money.
“It’ll be $40 more this time,” he informs me.
“What?! Why?”
“Because this batch is 35 mg instead of 30.”
I glare.
“Fine,” he says, grabbing the vile from my hand, “You don’t have to take the offer.”
“No, no, I’ll pay,” I sigh. He smiles as I hand him the money. I take the pill bottle and shove it in my pocket. Damn him, I really need a new guy. My money’s running out.
Oh, well, even if they don’t exactly come from the pharmacy, I’m convinced they improve my health. When I take the pills, I lay down, close my eyes and I’m off into some other reality, some sort of dream world. In this world, everything feels real but it isn’t, so when I wake up everything’s the same. I’ve flown, I’ve investigated shipwrecks at the bottom of the ocean, I’ve been a soldier and princess; I’ve done amazing things; and it all seems real and plausible at the time.
But that’s not the reason it’s important. Sometimes I get so angry; I feel almost like I can’t control it, but then I take the pill and dive into the dream world. In the dream world I take out all my anger. In this world, I’ve beaten my closest friends and family, sometimes, way too sadistically. But when I wake I feel all better, it becomes easy then for me to reconcile things. And no one really has to get hurt. I mean, I’d feel awful if I really injured them. I know the difference between the dream world and reality, which is why I just completely let lose in the dream world, purging myself of all my evil fantasies that I’d never ever do in real life.
So that’s why I need this. After the whole Ateryu incident, I’ve been really angry, especially with Sonny. Derek knows how pissed I can get…
Tomorrow, we’re gonna try a little mini tour around the area to see how Sonny’s voice holds up.
I head home and pack my bag. I put in on the foot of the bed, strip down to my boxers and go to sleep.
The next day, Derek comes over to my place and we head out to meet the other two from here.
“I have a distinct feeling this won’t work,” I tell Derek.
“Aw, don’t worry...we’ll work something out…”
“The band’s fallin’ apart! We’ve got no bassist and lead singer that can’t sing! You and I should just start a Color of Violence tour!”
“What about Matt then?”
“Matt’s just Sonny’s bitch. Seriously.”
He laughs, “Don’t be a dick.”
“Fine, if you insist,” I say, kissing him.
We meet up with Matt and Sonny at the tour bus. Not long after, we’re on the road.
That night, Matt and Derek head off to get some ‘booze and groceries’ aka barhopping. I decide I could use some alone time. I figure Sonny’ll probably tag along too. I was wrong.
I head to my bunk and start to re-organize my things. I pick up a pair of my dirty jeans, the pill bottle rolls out of the pocket. Sonny walks in and sees it.
“What’s this?” he asks, picking it up.
“Medicine.” I say quickly trying to grab it from him. He moves away, inspecting the bottle.
“This isn’t medicine…”
“Yes it is. Give it to me.”
“No, it’s drugs!”
“Gimme it!” I yell.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just give me the bottle, Sonny,” I say through clenched teeth.
“No! I don’t want you to get sick or die or something!”
“I won’t get sick and I won’t die.”
“You could. This shit is dangerous,” he states matter-of-factly.
He is really getting on my nerves.
“It’s not your concern.”
“Yes it is; you’re my friend.”
I try to grab them from him, but he runs. I chase him. He darts into the bathroom and starts to dump them in the toilet. I grab his hand causing the few remaining pills to scatter on the floor. With his free hand, he flushes the toilet.
“The fuck’s your problem?!” I demand, still clutching his hand.
“I’m sorry,” he hugs me, “But I’m worried about you. You don’t need those pills; you’re strong enough on your own.”
Glaring, I shove him out of the bathroom. I lock the door and he tries to get back in. I pick up the few pills that missed the toilet. I put them in my pocket and open the door.
Sonny stares at me, “I’ll help you quit,” he offers.
“Just let me rest.”
“O-okay…”
I want to go to the dream world…so I go to my bed, take one of the pills and lie down. I close my eyes…
The next moment I open them. I get up and go into the living room.
“You okay?” Sonny asks.
I smile evilly at the object of my anger.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re a useless little asshole, y’know that?”
“Trav?”
“Shut up. You are useless. You’re a singer that can’t sing.”
“My throat’s getting better!”
“The only reason you’re in this band is because you’re Matt’s little bitch.”
His mouth drops.
“Yep,” I continue, “And I wonder what he even sees in you. You’re not that pretty.”
“I—” he starts.
“No, you are a worthless pawn. We don’t need you anymore.”
“What’s your problem?!” he questions.
“I wonder what he sees in you,” I mutter, looking him over. An evil grin crosses my face. “Why don’t we just see?”
By now, Sonny’s gotten pretty nervous. He backs away. I grab his arm before he can escape. My other hand grabs his hair. I drag him by his hair to the bed. I slam him down.
“T-T-Trav…?” he says, scared.
“We’re gonna see if we can figure out what Matt sees in you,” I say, ripping his shirt off.
“Travis, stop it!” he screams.
“I don’t think Matt would mind if I borrowed his little toy.”
“Yes, he would! An—”
“Oh, that’s right, you’re under the delusion that Matt actually cares about you…”
“H-he loves me!”
“Yeah, sure.” I roll my eyes.
Undaunted, I continue stripping him. I tear his pants and boxers off.
Shaking, he yells and hits at me, a futile attempt to get away. He is lying on his back, his arms flailing about frantically. He punches me a few times.
“That’s it,” I mutter angrily, grabbing his hair and flipping him on his stomach. He screams out as panicked tears start to flow. I unzip my pants. Then, out of nowhere the screaming stops. I pull his head up by the hair, curious. He’s trying to yell, but he can’t. He’s ruined his voice. All he can manage are hoarse whispers.
“Please, don’t,” he begs
Tired of his whining, I shove his head into the pillow. I lift his hips up and he starts to struggle again.
“Fine, Sonny, if that’s how you want to be, it’s gonna hurt you more.”
I don’t have the time or patience to keep countering his struggles—this also means I don’t have time for lube either. Too bad, he brought it on himself.
Without any preparation, I shove my erection inside of him. He body shakes as he tries to cry out again. Tears begin to pour out.
He is surprisingly tight—well, perhaps that’s due to the lack of preparation. I bet it hurts like hell without any lube.
I slam into him. I have no interest in being gentle; I want it to hurt. I want him to bleed. Hell, he probably already is. I push myself in as far and as hard as I can. He actually feels quite good. Aside from the whininess, I can see why Matt likes him.
I watch his body react, sometimes when I hit a particularly sore area, his body jumps and he unconsciously lets out a yelp of pain. I make sure to direct my efforts to these spots. I bet he’s never had rough sex before; Matt is way to gentle on him. This should’ve been Matt’s job to break him in, not mine. Either way, I’m enjoying myself.
The closer I get, the harder I fuck him. At this point, all he does is cry. But at least he’s doing it quietly.
I moan loudly as I cum inside him. I sigh as I pull out of him.
“Matt should’ve broken you in more.” I say, zipping up my pants. I grab a cigarette and head to the living room, stopping first in the kitchen to eat that cheesecake. I grab the cheesecake, a knife and a fork. Sonny runs into the bathroom and takes a shower. I smile; that’ll teach him to touch my shit. Sonny stays in there until Matt and Derek come home.
When he hears them he peaks out of the bathroom.
“Hey, Son,” Matt greets happily. He comes out.
“Matt,” I say, “You are not gonna believe what happened when you were gone. I went to take a nap and I was woken up by Sonny’s screaming. Turns out he was gettin' fucked by some other dude! He even lost his damn voice from it!”
Matt looks at Sonny, “Is that true?”
He opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt, “Why else would he bathe?”
“Did you sleep with somebody else?”
“I-I…” Sonny whispers. Then he bursts into tears, hugging Matt.
“You did!”
He cries harder.
“I can’t believe you!” Matt smacks him across the face hard. Sonny falls to the ground as Matt storms out angrily.
Derek stares at Sonny and me. “I think I’ll go talk to him…” he says, following Matt out.
I smile at Sonny. He stares at me crying, mouthing the word ‘why.’
“I told you Matt doesn’t love you.”
In a fit of pure rage, he grabs a lamp and swings it at me. I snatch the cheesecake knife from the table as the lamp shatters on my side.
“You little shit,” I yell. I thrust the knife at him, but he jumps back. I charge him again. He tries to hit me again with the lamp’s remnants. I knock it from his hand and plunge the knife into his chest. He gasps as I twist it around inside of him. Blood pours from his mouth as he collapses dead on the floor.
My eyes widen as I stare at the scene before me. I’ve had enough of this dream world. I’m not mad at Sonny anymore. I try to wake myself up like I’ve done so many times before.
It doesn’t work. I panic. What have I done? This can’t be real. Why can’t I wake up? It must be because that pill was an extra 5 mg, I reason. That has to be it!
Well, if I’m not doing anything in this dream world, my psyche will get bored and I’ll wake up. I go to my bed, change out of my bloody shirt and lay down. When I wake up, I can reconcile the whole thing with Sonny.
I wake up to Derek’s shrieking. I walk out into the living room area of our bus. I hear Matt scream, too. I go into that room and see Sonny lying bloody on the floor. Matt is holding his body, crying and apologizing. Oh, shit.
Derek pulls out his cell phone. I can’t let him call the cops. I run over to Derek in a panic, ‘accidentally’ knocking the phone from his hand and ‘accidentally’ breaking it under my foot.
“What happened?”
“Call the doctors!” Matt screams.
Derek and I stare down at the broken phone.
“Shit, sorry, I’ll get mine.” I run to where my bed is, grabbing my cell phone and my gun. I cock it, just in case.
I come back out; maybe I can convince them of my reasoning…
“We can’t call 911.”
“Why?!” Matt cries out.
“They’ll think we did it.”
“No they won’t! Just call!” Derek chides.
But Matt understands me too well, “You?! You killed him?!...Why?”
No turning back now. I can’t spend the rest of my life in jail. I pull out my gun and shoot Matt it the head. He falls back, still clutching Sonny’s body. It’s all very poetic really…
“Travis!” Derek says fearfully.
I stare at him. I never wanted to kill Derek, but I have no choice now. He’s a witness to murder.
I point my gun at him and, with a sad look in my eyes, I pull the trigger.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as the bullet penetrates his skull.
I stare at the bloody bodies of my band mates. “Tell them it was all supposed to be a dream…” I whisper.
I shake my head. I can’t stand here being all sentimental; I gotta get outta here, fast! I grab my bag and hastily pack some of my things. With this in my hand, I flee from the bus. I hail a taxi and head home; I need a few more things before I flee the country.
Once I get home, I place the bag in its token spot at the foot of the bed and start packing a little more. I need to change my clothes; I strip down to my boxers.
All of a sudden my body’s racked with fatigue. I become so tired, as if on some sort of anesthesia. I lay down on my bed. Oh well, one night won’t matter much, I’ll leave first thing in the morning, I decide. Soon I am fast asleep.
The next time I wake, it's to a knock on my door. I look around. I’m in my house. My bag is at the foot of the bed. Is this the bag I plan on taking on tour or the bag I plan to flee the country with? Did I really do those horrible things?
Again I hear the knock. It can only be two things: Derek coming to get me for the tour or the police coming to take me to jail.
I get up and walk to the door, my palms sweaty, breathing heavily.
I get my destination. I pause for a brief second.
And, holding my breath I open the door.
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So, who was it Derek or the police?
Nov. 8th, 2006 @ 11:14 pm
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“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 14
Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: R/NC-17
POV: Matt’s
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^
Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14222.html
Chapter 13: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14446.html
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Luckily, this year Halloween falls on a Friday. Sonny’s been excited ever since we got home from school; he keeps checking the time, afraid he’s gonna miss it, as we sit in our room.
“Sonny, geez, quit it!”
“What?”
“Checkin’ the time! You’re not gonna miss Halloween, don’t worry.”
“Aw, Matty,” he says hugging me, “It’s going to be so much fun!”
I pet his hair, “You’re such a kid.”
He kisses my lips.
Soon enough, it’s time for us to get dressed up. Sonny grabs his maid outfit and his fishnets and runs into the bathroom. I roll my eyes and strip down to my boxers before donning the pink gown. And after much struggle I get the flowered nylons on as well. I look in the mirror, turns out I am pretty scary…I look at the pink high heels on the floor, I really don’t want to wear them…
“Hey,” Evan says, waddling into my room,in his costume, “How gay do I look?”
“As gay as I do.”
He laughs at me, “Let’s see you in them heels, boy!”
“Fuck off!”
“I hope you know, I’m passing up parties to be here.” He informs me.
“Why do I care what you do?”
“Just sayin.’”
“Aw, poor you. You’re still gonna have your girlfriend”—I say ‘girlfriend’ in my most mocking voice—“over and get laid.”
He smiles, “Yep.” Him and Veronica are now dating, which surprises the hell outta me; I thought they would’ve gotten tired of each other within a week, but it’s been almost two weeks. I’m not pissed or jealous or anything because I’ve got Sonny, whose more than just a pretty face.
“Ta-da!” Sonny announces, as he emerges from the bathroom, in full costume holding a hand-duster. He dusts my face.
“What do you think?” He asks after my face has been thoroughly dusted. I spit a feather at him. He giggles, hugging me. He grabs my crown-hat-thing and puts it on my head.
“You look cute,” He nuzzles my nose, “So do you, Evan.”
“As far as circus clowns go,” Evan mutters.
“Veronica might like it!” I tease.
“What is she going to be?” Sonny asks.
“Playboy bunny,” Evan says with a smile. I shake my head. Figures.
"Yeah, she's coming over later tonight."
Sonny puts on his black heels and looks at me, pointing to the pink shoes.
“I’m too tall,” I try.
“No! You wear them! They are your size!”
“How’d you ever find shoes that big?” Evan mocks.
“Same way you find condoms that small, lotsa searchin'”
“Fuck off, Matt!” He glares. Sonny stares blankly at us. I explain what a condom is.
“But if it is small, then it would break,” he says, not understanding.
Evan smiles, “Remember. Matt, he’s seen mine before.”
I glare. Damn him. Sonny looks at us, confused.
“Never mind, baby,” I say, kissing his forehead.
“Shoes.” He whispers. Damn it. Defeated, I put on the shoes with a two-inch heel. Sonny smiles up at me.
We grab our pillowcases to hold the candy in. By now, we know the right neighborhoods to go to. We’ve always gotten at least five pounds of candy apiece.
We set out on our quest. Much to surprise, we discover Sonny can run in heels. It is a task just to keep up with him. We find a house with a bowl of candy sitting out. I dump the whole bowl into my bag. I love the bowls.
“Fuckin’ pig!” Evan says, angry he didn’t get there first.
The next time there is a bowl; Sonny pours it in his bag, following my lead. I am proud.
We find the house that gives out money and the house that gives out Play-doh. We also got a ton of comments/questions about being “too old” or being “big kids.”’
One old guy in particular gave us a hard time.
“Aren’t you kids a little too old for this?” he asks.
“No.” We all respond.
“You should be at the parties…”
“Trick-or-treat!” Sonny tries again.
“This candy is only for little kids,” he chides attempting to close the door.
“Excuse me,” I say, angrily, “I’m 6’2 and wearing heels, I think I deserve some damn candy!”
“Not with a mouth like that!”
“Whatever,” I mutter, grabbing the bowl and dumping all but one piece into my bag. I hand it back to him, “Learn some damn manners.” We turn and quickly make our exit.
He stares at us wide-eyed and calls me a hooligan amongst other things.
“That guys was mean, but...” Sonny pouts, as we head to the next house.
“Hey, we said ‘trick-or-treat,’ and he did not comply with our demands.” I pet Sonny’s head. He has gotten the hang of things quickly; when he thinks he sees a bowl he bolts after it; leading Evan to bitch because he never has a shot at a bowl. We follow Sonny up to a house and he pours the bowl in Evan’s bag, smiling.
“Aw, thanks, Sonny,” he glares at my greedy ass. On the way to the next house, I ask Sonny why he gave it to Evan.
“Milk Duds,” he whispers. I laugh my ass off; everybody hates those things! Even the foreigner!
After trick-or-treating is over, we head back home, munching the whole way.
“What’s with all the damn Milk Duds?” Evan whines. Sonny and I laugh.
When we get back to our room, Sonny flops on my bed, kicking off his shoes. I say to him, “Let’s get this shit off!” I take off my shoes as well. I pull off the hat and his fishnets fly across the room. I smile and fight my way out of the stupid nylons. When I look up, Sonny lying on the bed still wearing the maid outfit.
“You gonna take that off?” I ask.
“You want me to?”
“Unless you’re sleepin’ in it.” Which he better not, because he sleeps on me, and that lacy looks really itchy. I struggle out of my damn dress, which takes a bit of time. Once it is off, I see Sonny laying naked on the bed. He blushes. I smile, taking in the sight. He is beautiful, his penis partially erect.
“Wow,” is all I manage to say, I move quickly on top of him and kiss his lips passionately, my tongue darting into his mouth. His arms wrap around me, as I run my hand down his chest. I touch his manhood and he moans loudly into my mouth. I can feel myself getting hard. His hands move to my boxers. I break the kiss to take them off; I watch his reaction closely as I reveal myself. His eyes get wide and his mouth drops.
“You are really big,” he says, hugging me. I smile and kiss him again, letting my body rub against his. He smiles, putting his hand on my chest and pushing me on my back. I let him. He looks at my erection, and touches it. He moves himself downward and puts his mouth around the head. I moan, watching him intently. Our eyes lock as he takes my length in his mouth. He can’t fit it all in, but he got most of it. My hands go in his hair. He concentrates mostly on the head, which is where it feels best, his lip rings rubbing the ridge. Since he focuses mainly on that, he uses a hand to stimulate the shaft. It feels wonderful. He does the most amazing things with his tongue, putting pressure on my sensitive areas. I moan loudly.
I reach behind me on my desk, my hand shakily fumbling around for the stereo remote. I find in and turn on some music; I don’t want to whole house to hear. His lip-rings caress me and I drop the remote. I’m close already, which usually I don’t get this way so soon, especially from just a blowjob, but it’s been a long time and he is incredible.
“Sonny, I-I-I’m gonna…” I whisper. He quickens his pace, hitting all the good spots. I throw my head back, moaning noisily, as I cum in his mouth. He swallows it. I watch him take me out of his mouth and lick the tip.
“You taste good,” he says hugging me.
I pull him up close and tell him, “You’re amazing. That felt so good.” I kiss his lips, tasting myself on his tongue. I touch his now fully erect penis. I kiss his neck down, playing with each nipple. He watches me move down and, without giving him much warning, I put his whole length in my mouth. He moans cutely as I move up and down. I’ve never done this before, so I try to mimic what he did. I focus on the places that felt the best on me, hoping they’ll also feel good to him. My tongue plays with the tip. He seems to like that. I tease and suck at the head and soon I have his length again in my mouth, making sure to lick every little spot. As I shift my focus back to the head, I put my fingers in Sonny’s mouth. He sucks on them greedily, and I start to taste pre-cum. I quicken my pace a little and take my fingers out of his mouth. Still sucking on him, I take one of those fingers and push it inside him. It shocks him and he almost screams. He is really tight. I finger him in time with my other movements. He seems to like this, as his moans grow louder. He tries to move his body to give me better access. I give him a thumbs-up with my free hand to stop his fidgeting. He does and I slide another finger inside.
“I’m close,” he whispers almost inaudibly. I move a little faster, sticking a third finger inside him. I feel his muscles tighten as he orgasms with a sexy scream. I lick up everything and kiss the tip. Fingers still inside him, I move up and kiss his lips. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly, breathing heavily.
I realize something: we’re gonna need some lube. Shit. I don’t wanna attempt this without any, that would hurt Sonny…Wait a minute…
Without removing my fingers, I take my free hand and search through my desk drawers. Sonny watches me, lips parted. I feel around for it. Aha! I grab it and show him. It is a heart-shaped bottle of peach flavored lube. (A gift from my ex-girlfriend, in hopes it would get me to go down on her.)
He nods, not bothering to ask where I got it from. I pull my fingers out as he moans. I pour some of its contents onto my now full erection. I rub it generously over myself as Sonny watches. Once I’ve finished with it, I put the bottle back on the desk and put my fingers to his lips. He licks off the excess rather quickly.
I position his body, my head at his entrance. “You ready?”
He nods and I push myself slowly inside of him. He cries out, clutching at my back. He is still really tight and I don’t want to hurt him.
Worried, I ask, “Are you ok?”
He nods, wrapping his legs around me. I try to get a little more of myself inside of him. He moans. It looks like he’s hurting.
“I’m sorry,” I say genuinely, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he mutters, taking his length in his hand and caressing himself, his other arm still around me. Rather than try to fit it all inside at once, I decide just to use what I already have in him. I move slowly in and out of him, trying to be as gentle as I can. As his body relaxes, this starts to become a little easier, so I push myself in a little more. I repeat this process until I am fully inside on him. I still try to move slowly and gently. It looks like he’s about to cry.
“Are you still ok?” I feel awful for hurting him.
But he nods and whispers, “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
He smiles, “I want this.”
Relieved, I continue, carefully speeding up my pace, until I’m at a comfortable speed. He moans. I hope I can find his good spots. I want him to enjoy this. Sensing everything seems to be ok as far as pace goes, I shift my focus to finding these spots. I watch his reactions carefully. I push myself as far into him as I can, he screams out my name, pulling me closer. More concerned with my movements, his hand rests idly on his stomach. I move faster, making sure to repeat this. It’s become easier to move and I am moving in and out at a quick pace. Sonny’s moans have become screams of pleasure; both his arms are around me now. I’m glad he’s now enjoying this. As one arm rests on my back, his other hand caresses my hair. I’m getting close, but I try to hold it back for him.
I’m moving as fast as I can, trying to hit all of his good spots. He’s getting close as well, which is good because it’s becoming hard for me to even try to hold back. His muscles start to tighten, as he gets closer.
Unable to hold back, I cum inside him, moaning loudly. Not long afterwards, Sonny screams out my name as his seed spills onto my stomach. I kiss him passionately, as I pull myself out. He moans into my mouth. I wipe off my stomach with a sheet, throwing it on the ground when I’m done. I lay beside him, cuddling into him.
He hugs me tightly. I grab the remote and turn off the music. He looks into my eyes.
“I love you,” he says, smiling. My eyes widen. No one has ever said that to me before. Ever.
“Sonny,” I whisper squeezing him, “I love you, too. You mean everything to me.”
We cuddle in perfect silence, before I ruin it.
“I love you,” I whisper again, wanting to hear him say it again.
“And I love you,” he pokes my nose. I smile.
“You mean it?” I tease.
“Uh-huh.”
“Tell me again.”
“Oh, Matt, I’m in love with you! I’m in love with you! I’m in love with you!” He laughs, catching on.
I hold him close, laughing myself. “Hey, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Not a lot. I liked it. It was my first time with a guy.”
“Me too!" I smile. "…No wonder you’re so tight.”
He blushes. I pull the blankets over us and we cuddle again. He falls asleep on my chest. I watch him, petting his hair softly. I smile. I have never been this happy in my life. The person I love more than anything loves me too.
My world is perfect.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got up this morning (read: noon-ish) and decided to write, so I get to the part where Matt's sucking Sonny and I randomly decided to go for a walk to get batteries and eat at Valerio's while staring at the map of Sicily. Then I took a nap. I kinda thought about submitting this chapter unfinished at that part. But I didn't 'cause that's mean. But seriously, how much would you guys have hated me? :p
But yeah, it was started around noon and finished around ten...
Nov. 5th, 2006 @ 10:11 pm
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Matty actually answered one of my messages on myspace!!! That so made my day!! Here's the screencap:
Nov. 3rd, 2006 @ 03:36 pm
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“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 13
Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: PGish for now (implied naughtiness)
POV: 3rd person, Matt’s
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^
Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
Chapter 12: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/14222.html
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‘thoughts’
“Hey, Sonny,” Evan whispers during study hall, “I gotta talk to you; let’s go to the library.”
Sonny nods and, upon procuring the teacher’s permission, the two head off to the library. They try to find the least populated area and sit at the table there.
“Why’ve you been avoiding me?” Evan asks.
Sonny looks down, “I’m stupid.”
“Seriously, how come?”
“Because,” he whispers, still looking down, “I like Matt. I, mean I like you as friend, but I like Matt as boyfriend…”
“Matt?! As in my brother Matt?”
Sonny nods.‘Oh, please, don’t hate us!’
“Why? He’s an asshole.”
“No, he is just misunderstood. He’s really nice.”
“Uh-huh. So when did you discover this?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want you to be hurt. I’m sorry.”
“Does he know you sucked me off?”
“No,” Sonny replies almost in tears, “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt anybody!” As much as he tries to hold them back, the tears begin to flow, “I’m sorry! Please forgive me…” ‘He hates me!’
“Aw, Sonny don’t cry,” ‘you little whore. Matt can keep you.’
“I’m sorry,” he sobs.
“Ok, ok, I forgive you.” ‘You better just hope to hell Matt does, too’ “But the person you’re really gonna hafta talk to is Matt…”
“I know,” he says, wiping his tears away. “I will…I want to be friends with you. I don’t want you to hate me.”
“I don’t hate you,” ‘I just think you’re a slut’
Sonny smiles meekly.
“Just don’t hurt Matt, ok?” ‘He’s fragile, dammit.’
“Ok!” His smile widens.
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When we got home from school, I’m still feeling like shit.
“I have a idea!” Sonny announces excitedly.
“What?” Evan and I respond in unexcited unison.
“It is close to Halloween; let’s go get costumes! It’ll be fun!”
My brother and I look at each other.
“Please?”
“Ev has to procure the car,” I say ‘cause that damn bitch won’t let me touch it.
Sonny stares at him hopefully.
“Fine. I’ll ask.”
“And it shall be granted,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.
In a few minutes, Evan comes back with the car keys.
“Lemme guess,” I interject before he can a word, “Don’t let your bastard brother drive,” I say in a whiny voice.
“Yeah, kinda…Sorry, dude…but you get shotgun…”
“Yay.”
We head out into the car and climb in. Sonny sits in the backseat.
“We have to talk,” he says, “Nobody be mad, ok?”
“Shoot,” I reply.
“Well, Evan and I went out on a date awhile back, but I only can see him as a close friend, then I am dating Matt, who I see as boyfriend. And I’m sorry.”
“Huh?” I look at Evan, “You went on a date with Sonny?!”
“Awhile ago, yeah, when you were dancing in the rain.”
“What happened?” I mutter.
“He spits,” Evan whispers. My eyes grow wide.
"You mean he...you..."
"Uh-huh." What the hell? He hasn’t even done that for me!
“And you kiss me afterwards?!” I say, disgusted
“I brush my teeth with lots of mouthwash.”
Evan laughs. I glare at Sonny.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt anybody…besides you said you would forgive me.”
“Ah, when?”
“Last night, when you came home from your date.” Oh shit; he’s got me there.
“But I didn’t…” I make a series of random hand gestures to indicate my point.
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want Evan to be disappointed.”
“And me?” I ask.
“I don’t want you to be disappointed either.”
"Do you actually like me?" I ask.
"Oh, yes! Yes, very much so!"
I look at Evan, “What do you think, bro?”
“Your call.”
I smile dejectedly and turn to Sonny, “You only date me, ok?”
“Ok!” he replies with a smile.
“You only kiss me.”
“Yeah.”
“You only—” He cuts me off by giving me a peck on the lips.
“You’re okay with this, right, Ev?” I ask.
“Sure.”
“Hey, if you’re looking for free no-strings-attached sex—” I add.
“I’m listening.”
“Call up Veronica. She needs someone to fuck her and make good ol’ Danny jealous.”
“I hate that douche.”
“Want her number?”
“Yes.” I grab his phone and add her to his contacts.
We soon arrive at the Halloween store, much to Sonny’s excitement. I go inside and Sonny darts around examining everything in the store.
“Oh, Matt,” he teases, “You could be a cheerleader!”
“No.”
“It be cute!”
“No.”
“Aw, try it on!”
“How about,” I say, “You pick out my costume and I’ll pick yours.” I’m probably gonna regret that.
“Ok!”
“And me?” Evan says.
“I can pick out yours and you can help Matt pick mine…”
“Alright.” Evan doesn't seem to care at all.
“Yay!” Sonny squeals and runs off happily.
Evan and I wonder the store discussing the whole situation. He thinks Sonny's a whore and he tells me to be careful. He says Sonny's not worth the trouble. I say Sonny's just confused, but I still like him. Either way, we agreed that he won't be pissed that I'm dating Sonny and I won't be pissed if he gets with Veronica. We also vowed never to tell mom, or anyone else.
An hour later, Sonny has come up with a pink princess for me and an inflatable cowboy riding a horse costume for Evan. We came up with a little skimpy French maid outfit
“That won’t even cover my privates!” he complains.
“Wear underwear.” Evan retorts.
Once we get home, I’m still not feeling any better. Does Sonny think I only want sex? But then why, with my brother…?
I flop down on my bed. Sonny comes over and sits on the bed.
I get an idea. I’ll give Sonny a little test to see if he thinks all I want is sex.
I stare at him, still lying down, and say, “I’m not feeling that great. Cheer me up.”
He thinks for a moment, “Ok,” he says, leaning in and kissing my lips. “Right back.” He whispers.
He runs off to the bathroom as I wait. He comes back and dumps the figures from the tub unto the bed.
“You pick first,” he says with a genuine smile.
Nov. 2nd, 2006 @ 05:43 pm
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“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 12
Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: PG-13ish for now
POV: Matt’s, 3rd person
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^
Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html
Chapter 10: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12754.html
Chapter 11: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/13309.html
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Sonny whirls around, smiling, his hand behind his back, “Let’s take bath together!” He says excitedly, stretching out his hand to show me his Disney Princess bubble bath.
I laugh, nodding. I walk behind him and wrap my arms around him, kissing his neck.
“I go run water,” he whispers, breaking away from me. He scurries into the bathroom and I see him turn on the water from the doorway.
As I watch him, my thoughts begin to wonder. I’m glad I have the room with the big bath. I remember when I was little, when we first moved in. I ran around the house, looking everything over. Then I saw this room and I started jumping up and down whining that I wanted this room. Mom sighed and said if I got that room, I had to stay in it and not come out and bother her—aside from getting food. I said I would. Now that I think about it, I guess this was the only perk to being loathed by my Mom. Stupid bitch. Stupid family.
“Matt?” Sonny questions, bringing me back to the present.
“Sorry.”
“Why? Anyway, water is almost ready.”
I walk in the bathroom and hug him. The bathtub is almost completely engulfed in pink bubbles. It smells like flowers.
“Don’t overflow the tub!”
“I am watching,” he says, waiting a few more seconds before turning off the water.
“That better not overflow.”
“It will not. If it does a little, I clean, ok?”
“You better,” I reply, my hands up his shirt.
“Don’t be naughty.”
“When you learn that word?” I tease.
He glares, “Get your bedclothes.” He points to the door.
“Fine,” I go out and grab a t-shirt and boxers.
When I get back in the bathroom, Sonny tells me, “You get in, I’ll be right back, ok?”
“Ok?” I wonder what devious things he’s up to. He walks out shutting the door behind him. I undress, and climb in the tub.
Sonny knocks on the door. “I come in?”
I debate being sarcastic, but instead say, “Sure.”
His hands are full, and he closes the door with his foot. He drops two towels on the floor.
“Here,” he says dropping toy figures into the tub.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Bath toys.”
I pick up Sora.
“I pick first!” he announces.
“Why don’t you go get my Inu-Yasha figures?” I joke. He runs out. I laugh, staring at Sora, and feeling around for the other figures. So much for intimacy.
Sonny comes back with Inu-Yasha, Kagome, and adult Simba. I almost forgot that I had Simba toy. He drops them into the tub as well.
“Who all did you bring?”
“Sora, Riku, Kairi, Aladdin, Jasmine, Cloud, Sephiroth, Vincent, Donald, and Goofy.”
I nod.
“I need to take my clothes off,”
“I know!” I say, overexcited.
“No! You don’t watch! Here,” he states, putting a towel over my head.
“You have got to be kidding…”
“You don’t take it off until I say.”
“And if I peek?”
“You bath alone!”
“Ok,” I sit in submission, trying to see through the towel but failing. I hear rustling clothes and I hear Sonny get in the tub; obediently, I wait for the ok. I feel him moving in the water.
“Ok!” he says quickly. I take the towel off and toss it aside. I look across from me and see nothing but a giant pile of bubbles with two eyes watching me in the middle. I laugh as the eyes disappear into the bubbles. Sonny soon pops up with a screech.
“You’re crazy.”
Sonny smiles, still covered in bubbles.
“Ok, I pick first.” He says picking which figure he wants, Sora. “Your turn!”
We ended up with him having Sora, Kagome, Kairi, Cloud, Donald, and Aladdin, while I had Inu-Yasha, Simba, Riku, Sephiroth, Vincent, and Jasmine. We share Goofy.
The basic plot-line became that Riku wants Sora, Kagome ‘owns’ Inu-Yasha and Simba, who randomly mauls people from time to time, Vincent and Sephiroth both sexually harass Cloud, Jasmine is a floozy, with Goofy as her angry father, while Donald and Aladdin are gang-bangers. Needless to say it is amusing. I haven’t have this much fun with figures since I was little—hell, maybe I’m even more amused now.
I don’t know how long we spend in the tub, several hours probably. A plethora of hilarious quotes came out of it, though, such as ‘Your characters can not rape my character!’ and ‘Stop tryin’ to own me!’ to name a few.
Sonny puts down the figures, cups his hands to hold the water and pours it on my head. He repeats the process, and I do the same to him. He grabs the shampoo and puts some in my hair. I take the bottle from him and return the favor. We give each other awesome hairstyles.
“I feel like hairdresser!” Sonny announces cheerfully.
“Make me pretty!” I say in a gay voice.
Eventually, he gets bored with this and, without much warning, dunks my head under water. I pop up quickly and splash him. We have a splash fight until all the shampoo is out.
Sonny stretches his arms up, “Want to go to bed?”
“Yes!” I agree in an overly excited voice.
“Not like that, pervert!”
I pout, “Aw, meanie!”
“Yes,” he replies, reaching out to grab the towels. He puts one over my head.
“Damn it, Sonny, are you really that shy about your body?!”
“No.” He says getting out of the tub.
“Than why all this?”
“I dunno.” I hear clothing rustle. What a tease.
"Like hell, you don't know!" I mumble.
“Ok, your turn.” He declares, leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
I get dressed and drain the water, not bothering to pluck out the figures. I walk into the bedroom only to find him wearing my t-shirt, lying on my bed.
“Well, aren’t you sexy?” I walk over to him.
He smiles and hugs me tightly as I climb into bed. I pet his hair. He makes himself comfortable laying on me; I don’t mind. I’ll sleep well tonight.
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The next day arrives and I know I’m gonna have to talk to Veronica…maybe I can just avoid her…I decide on this approach at school.
“Hi, Matt!” she says, hugging me, “Is your grandma ok?”
So my plan failed.
“Uh, yeah, she’s ok, nothing broken…” I lie, “Um,” I sigh, “I can’t deal with a relationship right now…I don’t want to date anybody right now…”
“Well, that’s ok,” she says as if almost secretive, “As long as we look like we are.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, Matt,” she says, “Ya see, I knew you wanted me, so I figured you wouldn’t mind…”
I am thoroughly confused.
“Ok, see, Danny and I broke up and I know he still likes me, so I figured if I were ‘dating’ you, he’d get his act together, y’know? I didn’t figure you’d mind, because we would’ve…well, you know, in my room…”
“Oh…well…I just…don’t have-the-time…” I say, walking away quickly, “Gotta go!”
Great. So she was just using me. But it’s ok, ‘cause she woulda let me fuck her?! Ah, no. Do I come off that skeevy? Does she honestly think that was the whole reason I liked her? Is that what Sonny thinks; that all I want is sex?!
Well, thanks, I feel like shit now.
Oct. 30th, 2006 @ 11:25 pm
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