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[teetheyes]

Nice party. Still a lot of asskissing with no stripper in sight. Who knew those guys had it in them.

Private to the Bluebird

Don't stand me up, hotshot.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I went into the wrong club.

[pause]

Yes, probably.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Stare.]

That would've been a great story.

[Standing up.]

On the bed. Band aids first.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks over]

It was a BDSM club. I was 1979, right before the AIDS scare, and it was attached to a jazz club that I had never been to. The bouncer let me in and said something odd about being a sweet looking cub, but you know, the jazz clubs are never very consistent with the way they talk.

[gets on the bed, shirt off]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I kind of figured the S&M part.

[Helping Blue to keep his shirt and jacket on though unbuttoned to expose the bandaged wound. Gesturing for him to lay down... under a straddling nightmare.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[lies down]

So then when I got in and before everything registered and I panicked, this guy grabbed me.

I tried to protest and he sort of ignored me and said something about bad boy, and the next thing I knew I was over one knee and this woman was bringing him a...very large leather strap.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

How did an innocent boy like you ever escape?

[Lick to Blue's stomach.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I flipped over his lap and took off for the door so fast.

[squirm]

Eyes?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I can do better.

[Shades off, he crawls higher to meet Blue's gaze.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[smiles]

Thanks.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[Lowering a kiss.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[kisses back, hands on Cori's waist]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Are you feeling well enough?

[Kiss to Blue's chin.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[low whimper]

Don't do that to me.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Do what?

[Another kiss under his chin, down his neck.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Ask questions that make you stall.

[lifts his chin, and squirms]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Make me stall from what?

[Smirk, hands to his sides, fingers dipping below the belt.]

Keep your clothes on.

[It makes for a better discovery at the cleaners. And he's off Blue to get the necessities.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[head back against the bed]

Not fair! Not fair!

[lies there, quietly for a moment]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Don't make me gag you.

[Returning with the lube, leaning over to lick his stomach again.]

I've always wanted to fuck a member of the band.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You'd like that.

[slides up to watch]

Here you are.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Like magic.

[A gentle kiss to the patched up wound, then he's turning Blue over.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[turns over quietly]

Prop me up, it pulls if I settle on my stomach.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Tugging at Blue's hips to get him on his knees. He has a better idea for his hands, guiding them to the top of the headboard.]

Better?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Much.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Good. I'm always looking out for number one.

[These days, No. 1 is Blue. He lifts his shirt and jacket up to kiss Blue's lower back while undoing his pants.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[relaxes into the position]

Feels nice...