Soapy Land
Thread Topic: Soapy Land
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(oh god Rayson is gonna be like
I really shouldn't but
Ugh sexual frustration it's been two years okay
It'll be okay he wont find out)
"It's alright. I don't eat a lot, anyways, so." He sighed, resting his head in the crook of Drake's neck. "My mom's dead."
"..No. Why?" Rayson didn't know why he asked why, he knew why. And he knew that he was going to, too, because God, he really, really needed to. And there was going to be a baby in his hotel room later, and, I mean, it wasn't really cheating was it? -
"All the more reason for me to wish I'd brought a granola bar with me." He kissed the hair on Rosario's head, and, keeping his lips there, mumbled, "I know, Boo."
"Well, see... My wife and I are seperated, you know. Which means I don't really get to do any... Action." His hand nearest to Rayson came up behind him, slowly starting to push his shirt up his back. "And if you're not married, you must not either..." -
"Don't really care about her husband, but he went through all that and didn't tell the guy where I was.. And Elyan.. God, he probably didn't even know.." Rosario was amazed that he hadn't stared crying, but brushed it off as still being in a bit of shock.
"I don't," He muttered, moving back just a little. Making a rash decision, Rayson shed his shirt, pulling at the other's. "Just a quickie." -
The mention of all the people reminded Drake of their gored figures, eyeless or armless. He made a little sound and kissed Ro's hair again.
"Just a quickie," the man agreed, nodding, and quickly pulled his own shirt up and off. He stepped up in front of Rayson, and since they were about the same height, their eyes were about level. "But what's the rush?" He asked, figuring that if Rayson wasn't married there wouldn't be anyone waiting for him. -
(I spent four hours cooking that and now the dough isn't done and it's not edible and I'm so upset right now)
Rosario was going back into the same mentality he had been in when his father had raped him- He just wanted a distraction. He wanted to do something other than think.
"My nephew and his boyfriend are waiting on me," He replied. It wasn't a lie, but that wasn't the real reason he wanted to hurry. He ignored that, though, tugging his own pants off. "Are you a bottom, or a top?" -
(Aw :c I'm sorry boo)
Drake noticed the silence, and got a little worried. "You okay? Do you want to go to sleep?"
Anthony brushed off the excuse, deciding he'd focus at the task at hand. "I'll do either," he stated, undoing his belt quickly so he could shove his pants down. -
(I'm a failure at everything siiiigh
I'm going to be a horrible partner for whomever I marry)
"No." He wasn't sleepy, after all. "You can, if you're tired."
"..I'm normally a top, but I can do either. You choose," He kicked his clothes to the side, glancing the man up and down. He wasn't as nicely build at Arcelio, but he would do. "Are we using the bed?" -
(I mean
Right now I'm drinking and giving myself tongue tattos from fruit rollups
I am the lowest of lows)
"No, I've got to stay up and make sure we don't bounce around too much. And I don't want that guy coming back here while I'm asleep."
"Then that's what you're better at. I'll bottom." He looked at the bed, shaking his head. "No, my son would get pissed. Let's use the master bedroom."
Arcelio, in the car, was starting to get impatient. After Rayson not being back for five minutes, he got a little worried, and decided to call him on the cell phone. -
(Papa
oh my goodness
you are my role model)
"Hey, it's alright. I can make sure of that. And don't worry, I can take care of myself, love," He huffed, finding his hand in the darkness to wind their fingers together.
"Alright-- s---, hang on." He paused, moving the get the ringing cell phone out of his pants pocket. Arcelio. He flipped it open. "Hey. It's taking a little longer than I thought. Me and Drake's dad are, uh, having coffee. Talking about a couple things. I'll be there in like, ten minutes, okay?" He said all that without even giving him a chance to speak. -
(Never do what I do)
Drake shifted a little, trying to look at Rosario in the dark. "I don't think I'd be able to sleep if I tried."
Anthony kicked his pants away, then ran a hand through his hair, waiting for Rayson to finish his phone call.
Arcelio carefully adjusted the sleeping baby in his lap. "Well... Okay, babe, but did you find Ro? If he's not in there we should hurry a bit." -
(BUT YOU ARE EVERYTHING I WANT TO BE)
"Alright. Um.. I.. I wonder if there's anything in here? We should feel around." Rosario thought for a moment. "Wait. That sounded wrong."
"He's not here, but they probably went back to the school. Call and see if they're there now. Bye. Love you." With that, he hung up, setting the phone down. "I don't feel like moving all the way down stairs. How's the wall sound?" -
(NO I DRINK CHEAP ALCOHOL AND EAT CHILDRENS SNACKS THIS ISNT GOOD TBH)
"No, it's a good idea," Drake laughed, squeezing Rosario's hand. "Let's check. But... Stay close."
Arcelio huffed when he was hung up on, but immediately called the school. Only, it turned out Ro and Drake still weren't there, and no one had seen them.
Anthony thought, then nodded, kicked his pants away from his ankles. "Okay." -
(It's sounds like you're living the good life tbh papa)
"Mhm," He hummed, moving to stand. He took a second to get his balance, found the other wall, and counted his steps forward until he reached a corner. "Pretty big.. But also empty."
With that in agreement, Rayson moved, pinning the man to the wall. He didn't have any lubricant on hand, so, instead, he slipped two fingers into his own mouth, sucking.
What Rayson didn't know was that their position gave anyone on the street- And, in the driveway- a perfect view of their actions. -
(I'm really not ph
Rayson u stupid)
Drake stood up after Ro, and went the opposite way. He didn't find anything either, as he slid his hands along. "I copy that."
Anthony stayed still, obediant, since he'd already agreed that it would be quick.
Arcelio was just about to give Rayson another call when he looked up at the house. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he'd seen some movement, and sure enough, when he looked in one of the upstairs windows, there was Rayson- and Drake's dad. Naked, against a wall. He stared with wide eyes, and quickly, angrily punched Ray's number into his phone again. -
(But I wanna be like you when I grow up
he's not thinking man)
Rosario started to say more, but couldn't. The truck stopped, suddenly, and he flew backwards, hitting his head on the wooden floor.
When his phone rang again, Rayson sighed, and shook his head. "Sorry. Hang on." He answered with an annoyed tone. "What Arcelio?"
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