Soap with a Wolfie? :)
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Thread Topic: Soap with a Wolfie? :)
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(good s--- colorado sounds dope)
Blaine had taken to ridiculously rocking out to the vinyl track, grabbing his chihuahua every now and again in order to shake him playfully or grant him a tiny kiss on his wet little nose. The dog happily accepted these actions, offering small kisses to Blaine's cheeks whenever he managed to get close enough. It was a very loving relationship that the two of them owned. Though he loved his pets more than anything in the entire world, as soon as the notification sounded, the message he had received suddenly was a whole lot more important.
He navigated his way back to the string of messages, rereading those that had already been sent and read. He shook his head once again, laughing at himself for how uninteresting he seemed when actually reading the notes letter by letter. He looked to his dog for advice, but was only met with large, hazel eyes of question. Blaine shrugged, looking back to the screen with interest.
His eyebrows furrowed as he read the newest message, pondering the idea of having the other over so soon. The suggestive winky face meticulously placed at the end of the message caused him to grunt. Quickly, he made his decision, furiously typing away. He felt as though his response would be the most important part of their conversation, so when he hit send, relief bubbled in his chest.
I'm in downtown Denver, actually. And do you, now? I'd like that. :) He obviously was not as flirtatious as the other male. I'm in the Lex At Lowry apartment complex. Pretty decent neighborhood, I guess. It works for what I have and need. -
Yeah Colorado is gr8 m8
Jody sighed quietly as he walked around his home. It was old and kind of creepy. Even though it was merely a Saturday afternoon, Jody found himself lonely and creeped out by the estate. Most of the house was either hardwood or tile. The floors were creaky and old, adding to the ominous personality of the house. Some corners of the house were eerily dark. Like the hallway he was walking down. It lead to his dad's bedroom; the room where he died.
Many would think Jody was crazy to not sell the house. However, the house had sentimental value. He had many memories there and the house was where he grew up. Although it had the stain of his dad's death on it, it still meant a lot to him. Not many people would buy a house with a recent death, anyways. Perhaps he would fix it up and sell it. Regardless, the house needed some serious work and Jody needed a roommate.
Venturing back into the living room, he opened up his laptop and wrote a Craigslist ad for a roommate. After doing that, he checked his phone once more and typed a new message to his potential love interest.
Sure, when do you want me over?
His heart fluttered with excitement and the idea of spending romantic time with someone. Hell, the idea of spending time with an actual human and not his computer, his dog or his eerie house sounded like heaven. -
never been there, though i hope i can go one day
After growing tiresome of listening to the music and playing with his animals, he returned the vinyl to its cover. He scanned the home and his belongings for something that would be reasonable to pass the time as he waited for responses. His old, beaten, and worn cork cover sketchbook capture his attention. He greedily grabbed for it, flipping through it to reveal a variety of tattoo designs that he had done for other people. It was intriguing to find so many of the drawings he had forgotten about. If he thought long enough, he could recall who he had tatted with each design.
He dug up one of his expensive drawing pencils, taking a seat once more and beginning to drawing koi fish in the shape of a yin-yang. He sketched out the pre-planning lines, smiling as he realized he just may tattoo the design onto himself. It was a rather fascinating idea that brought many images to his head about what it would look like when it was done. He grinned softly, picking up his phone.
Anytime is fine by me. With that simple message, he clicked his phone off, his eyes widening as he realized he would need to tidy up. Or would he? He could only spot a few areas that would need a wipe down with a disinfectant spray and a towel. Nothing too difficult.
His room-- would they be going into his room at any point? He shook his head. Not on the first hangout session. That didn't happen. He sighed heavily as his dog began yapping away, making it much more arduous to determine what needed to be done. -
I like it lmao
Jody opened the text. It was quite vague. Downtown was only about fifteen minutes away, though, so he figured he wasn't in any rush in the first place. He texted back, asking the following.
Maybe I'll come by in about a half hour? Also what are you doing tomorrow? There's this cafe that just opened up by my house I'd like to take you to :)
He then rushed to his room in completely excitement, singing along to the 1975 playing in the background. He found a pair of ripped jeans and a tight pink hoodie. Jody styled his purple hair in a messy, knotted but cute fashion. He wondered if he should put in his violet eye contacts to disguise the fact that his eyes were different colors. Instead, he decided against it and put in a single white eye contact.
Sure, his look was quite odd. But he liked it. Checking himself out in the mirror, he liked to think of himself as quite attractive and maybe even sexy. Possibly even stud-like? Flashing a small smile, he began to apply some foundation and light mascara. Nothing too crazy.
Wait. Was this a date? The question bothered him for about ten minutes before he decided to text the other boy about it.
Wait. Is this a date??
Blushing at the idea, the pale male decided to make his way to the garage. He packed a small backpack with a few essentials. Money, license, his phone, etc. Nothing much to obsess over. -
LUCKY DUCK
When Blaine decided that everything was in order and that an outward, over-the-top effort was not necessary on his part, he kept himself planted in his spot on the couch. He grumbled song lyrics to himself as he found that he was also becoming disinterested in the drawing. He closed the sketchbook, dropping both it and his pencil against the coffee table in front of him. He inhaled deeply, glancing out of his sliding glass door. It was peculiar to believe that sometime soon, his childhood victim would be outside.
He tilted his head to catch a better view of his cat, stroking her affectionately. She, on the other hand, grew very annoyed with the unwanted attention. With a flick of the tail, she meowed unhappily, jumping off of the couch. The feline bolted into the man's bedroom, most likely to cuddle up to his pillows. He grunted unhappily.
"Ungrateful p---- ." He laughed at himself, grabbing for the phone. His eyes squinted unsurely at the message. A date. He itched the back of his neck, growling in frustration. Technically, what they were going to do would classify as a date. On the other hand, Blaine did not wish to think of it as one. Unfortunately for him, he was always desperately trying to be the best man he could be, so against the reluctance of his mind's disapproval, he typed.
It's a date.
After hitting send, he groaned loudly, flopping against the cushioned surface of the couch. His teeny tiny pooch found the man's face, licking happily at his cheeks. Blaine's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls. Eventually, he lifted his head, grabbing for Rocko and hugging him close. He guessed it was alright to consider it a date.
He had swiped right, hadn't he? -
Oh yes lmao
He sent one final text to the other male.
Alright. On my way! See you then :)
He then piled into his expensive black car and drove towards the others house. His trusty GPS said his house was only ten minutes away, instead of ten. This greatly excited Jody. He wondered what this date would consist over. What would they talk of?
Perhaps his own career choices. As he was a drag queen and a stripper. For someone from such a wealthy and respectable family, it WAS quite the interesting career choice. He couldn't deny that. Why he gave up on writing was unknown to him. He lost his mouse, he supposed. This made him frown, so he pushed those thoughts away. Well. Blaine was a tattoo, right? Perhaps they could talk about tattoos- Jody certainly knew plenty of those. He had up to twenty on his body currently. Piercings were also an era of expertise for him. Today, he wore a silver nose ring, two lip rings, a pair of bone plugs in his lobes and his hip piercings. Perhaps they would talk about his own crazy appearance. Perhaps they would talk about their lives and where they've been and where they plan to go.
Or perhaps they'll talk about that forbidden topic.. Their past together. This made him frown even more. The memories came flooding back.
~
It was a freshman year. He was pushed up against the locker by the older male. He was taunted, called a punk ass f----- by his friends. Jody remembered beginning to cry as they made fun of him for wearing makeup and wearing crop tops and skinny jeans. Jody remembered being punched in the stomach. He remembered being slapped. This wasn't even the worst memory.
He remembered opening his locker to find notes that told him to kill himself. He remembered opening it to find notes that called him f-----. He remembered the notes that called him an unlovable rich b----.
The worst memory, though, came in flashes. Blaine had held him down as his friends stripped him naked and threw him in a pool, knowing he was unable to swim. He remembered struggling to breathe and swim to the surface of the ten foot deep chlorine filled pool. He remembered the toxic chemical fill his lungs as he gasped for breath but to no avail. He remembered seeing stars. Then it went black.
The next thing he remembered was waking up to finding himself beaten, bruised and bleeding on the cement next to the pool. He felt a stabbing pain on his side and had found Blaine's initials cut into his hip with a razor, which was laying next to him, bloody, on the ground. He also had evidence that he had been sexually assaulted by aomeone- God knows who- but he had found many used condoms and the entrance of his behind was aching.
This was sophomore year. He went to school the next day, ashamed- with a black eye and many other bruises.
~
Regardless, Jody found himself pulling into the driveway of the man who did him so much harm. He knocked on the door, excited, with his backpack in his left hand. -
bro i wish i had your response time capabilities
also thank you for truly outlining how much of a piece of s--- blaine was im glad you did
As he waited patiently for the other individual to arrive at his apartment, he was left alone to dwell on all of the cruel, demeaning acts he had performed. He was left to wonder just why the male would find it in his heart to join him despite all that he had done. A part of him assumed Jody was being genuine, deciding that perhaps Blaine was a relatively good person after all the years spent apart. His other half warned him, however, causing him to believe that the night would unravel into a disgusting, hellish revenge plot pulled straight from a Lifetime movie.
He shrugged at the thought, completely aware that if such a thing were to unfold, he would deserve every last second of it. Though he had altered his personality to become more likeable, something that a person would have no worries about, his past was still there to remind him how rotten he was at his core. It physically sickened him, and for a moment, he believed he may vomit. Fortunately, he was capable of keeping his breakfast down.
Rocko had taken notice of his master's rather melancholy mood, so he took it upon himself to snuggle closer to the man's chest, licking the bottom of his chin in feverish attempts to make him happy again. Thankfully, much to the pooch's happiness, Blaine lightened up to a degree, his eyes opening to peer at the animal. Rocko's tail wagged rapidly, smacking against Blaine's bare chest.
His bare chest.
He stood hurriedly, rushing off to his bedroom to find a suitable shirt to pair with the jet black jogger sweatpants he was clad in. His closet was a wreck, something he would be sure to keep hidden from the other male while he was over. Eventually, a stroke of luck hit him as he found a clean long-sleeved sweater from a Slipknot concert he had attended. He yanked it over his head, sliding his arms into the soft fabric as a knock echoed through the apartment.
He ran to the front door, ruffling his own hair and pulling in a deep breath. Rocko and Selena were at his feet, their heads rubbing at his ankles in interest. Frustrated, he grabbed both of them, one in each hand, and set them on the couch. Once this task was complete, he opened the door, offering a stylish beam to the man at his door.
"Welcome-" he was rudely interrupted by excited barks from Rocko, who sailed off of the couch, landing directly in front of Blaine. He began sniffing Jody's shoes, panting and bolting back into the house when he did not recognize the new person. Blaine apologized, opening the door a bit more so as to offer Jody to walk inside. -
I know lmao I'm bored. I really didn't wanna write about it but I had to Tbh
Jody smiled a bit awkwardly. He was a bit afraid of dogs, despite owning and living one. However, he figured that these dogs were nothing to be afraid of anyways. He glanced around the place, finding his way to the couch. He said, making himself comfortable.
"Wait, so you're a tattoo artist right?~" The boy hummed, smirking. He blinked his eyes at the attractive male, checking him out. Indeed, he was quite hot. If it were up to him, he would love to see the man shirtless. However, it might be too soon for that, so Jody did nothing about it. "If it's not too much trouble, there is a tattoo that I've been wanting to get.." He trailed off. He didn't want to make this date seem like a business deal.
This could be his own potential partner.
His jaw almost dropped at that idea.
This could be his potential lover.
Holy s---. -
you want his shirt off? i gotchu bruh lemme set dat s--- up
Blaine observed the other male as he entered the apartment, his eyes trailing after him for just a second longer then they most likely should have. He pulled in a deep breath, closing the door with Rocko pawing at his leg for him to pick him up, much like a needy child would have done to a parent. The man peered down at him, examining the small dog's eyes with a twinge of guilt as he knew what he was going to do next. He scooped the animal off of the floor, clutching him like a baby as he made the journey to his bedroom door. Once there, he set the dog inside, closing the door as quickly as he could.
Dissatisfied whimpers came from the room, causing Blaine's stomach to drop for a moment. They faded as easily as they had started, however, drifting off like a distant siren until the room was completely quiet. He let out a puff of air, heading back to the living room in order to join Jody. In response to the query pertaining to his profession, he nodded, letting out an 'mhm'. He stood near the coffee table, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, it's a good business around here. Though I'm obviously not covered in tattoos. I've only got three, and you can't see them with the outfit I'm wearing and most that I do. So people walk into the parlor, and I'm not what they're expected. And I'm like 'you don't have to be tatted up to tat up' and then they trust me." He smiled playfully. "But enough editorializing. What're you lookin' to get?" -
Alright alright
Jody gazed at his childhood bully with eyes full of wonder. "Wait, where are your tattoos then?" He scanned Blaine's body in curiosity. For a few seconds, he said nothing, as his eyes traveled the body of the older male. Then he glanced back up, saying, "I was thinking of getting a tattoo related to the Rocky Picture Horror Show. I'm not sure what though. That's the issue I have no real clue what I want just a concept." He shrugged.
The only tattoos that were currently visible on him were a few Roman numerals and then a Latin phrase. The Roman numerals were the Roman numerals that meant eleven and those were on his left collarbone. The Latin phrase, which was actually just a word was vivere. It was written in pretty cursive and was on his right collarbone. What did the word mean? Live. These tattoos meant a lot to the gay guy and he rarely told anyone what they meant to him. Especially not the Roman numerals. Even the tattoo artist who did them on him didn't know.
Jody patted the seat next to him. He wanted Blaine close to him. He was feeling oddly affectionate and the prospect of being romantic with another human being greatly interested the man. He wanted to cuddle close to him and hear his heartbeat. He wanted to hold his hand and kiss his cheek. But perhaps that was too much for a first date.. -
yee booiiiiiii B)
Blaine almost laughed, but refrained, not desiring to make it seem as though he was already falling back into the same humiliating, mocking individual he once was. "They're under my shirt." He shrugged, listening in on the man's explanation. A small 'ah' was emitted from the very back of his throat, his head nodding in fascination. He could vividly recall tattooing a very seductive Magenta onto a woman's leg. It was one of his more peculiar appointments. Characters were always relatively enjoyable to do, especially due to the fact that upon being given permission, he was able to put his own spin on them.
"That sounds like a good concept. I could probably work with you if you wanted, maybe find a design specific to you." He rolled his neck, walking towards the other male before settling himself on the spot next to him. He basically melted into the welcoming surface, but readjusted himself so that he did not appear rude. "Some of the guys in the studio I work at love Rocky Horror. Not sure why though. They don't really seem like the type." He chose not to admit that he didn't particularly hold much knowledge of it. It was not because he didn't think he would enjoy it, he just had not obtained a chance to sit and watch it all the way through.
A bark and an annoyed meow sounded from the bedroom, but he avoided them, aware that they would stop soon enough. Much to his expectations, they did. He looked to Jody, trying to determine what his response might be. -
Sorry lmao I fell asleep
Jody nodded at the fact that the tattoos were under Blaine's shirt. Once more, though, he found himself wondering what the man would look like shirtless. He didn't find these thoughts very appropriate, so he tried his best to push them away. But to no avail, of course. Jody wasn't exactly a master at self control in any aspect.
He smiled at Blaine once he sat down next to him. "Yeah, that'd be cool if you were to work with me on it. As for the guys at your studio who love it, it's a classic. Who wouldn't love it?" His smile faded into more of a sassy smirk, his signature facial expression.
He had become much more sarcastic and sassy from when he was a child. Perhaps the terrible events that he experienced had taught him to be confident in yourself regardless, that there's always going to be people who judge you. And perhaps the best weapon against those people is to love yourself and be who you are. He found doing that was rather a slap in the face to the haters.
He glanced at Jody a few times. However, for some reason, he had found himself quite shy and without confidence. This wasn't much like Jody. He was usually very social and flamboyant. He was usually find with taking risks and flirting- and rather enjoyed doing both. Jody bit his lip as a small, fearful thought entered his mind.
Was it possible that Blaine- his childhood bully- sucked out all of the confidence out of him?
Was it possible? -
all good my dude
The older individual leaned back against the couch, coming to the conclusion that it was, in fact, his property, and that he could, in fact, act however he pleased. He yawned gently, finding that even though he had only spent a few hours at the parlor, he was tired from the day's work. He had been forced to deal with a skinhead that wanted a design that just would not effectively work as a tattoo, an overly dramatic housewife who wanted her kids names on her side, and a fifteen year old girl who wanted a larger piece of work than most grown men that entered his establishment. It was eventful, to say the least, and one of those days where a nice, cold beer would have been in line.
Blaine listened politely, nodding to signify he was still listening. "It's no big deal, and I'll give you a discount because I know you." He smiled widely. "A discount at my parlor is rare, so feel special." He glanced out of the sliding glass door, noticing that a few drops of rain had begun splattering onto the wood that made up the balcony. He groaned silently, unhappy as the weather forecast had predicted only sunshine. They were obviously wrong.
Another howl came from his bedroom, causing his eyes to widen angrily. He jumped up from his spot, heading to the bedroom to see what the huge deal was. He flung the door open, finding Selena on top of Rocko in a very intimidating position. He chuckled slightly, heading over and lifting the feline off of the helpless chihuahua. Rocko had other plans, obviously, as he raced from the room, jumping right up to the arm of the couch. He eyed Jody with his little pink tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Blaine apologized feverishly as he returned, stating, "It's like I've got two kids that can't leave each the f--- alone. Selena is a b----. That's Rocko, by the way, and I suppose he likes you or else he would be in a ball in the corner. He just came right up to you both times." He shrugged. "He doesn't bite." But I do. He nearly exploded into laughter because of his childish thought, but held it down, not wishing to scare Jody off or anything of the sorts. -
Yea
Jody merely just nodded at the words that came out of Blaine's mouth. He found himself rather unsociable in the presence of the older male. However, he forced himself to make small talk. And the first thing that came out of his mouth caused him to cringe. He hadn't really thought about it before he said it, but once he did he had regretted it greatly.
"So, why'd you swipe right on me in the first place?" He tilted his head, rather confused that his childhood bully found him attractive. He was even more confused, though, because Jody distinctly remembered Blaine being straight and having many strings of girls during their highschool years.
In fact, he remembered Jody being a huge player back in the day. Many girls strived to be with him even for one night and worshipped him like a good. Rumor was that he was rather good in bed, which excited Jody to no end. He wondered, perhaps, if Blaine was truly gay or merely bisexual.
As for his own highschool dating life, Jody had a few boyfriends in secret. One was one of Blaine's best friends, Julian. They had seen each other in secret on and off for about nine months while Jody was a sophomore. However, Jody broke it off because Julian wasn't willing to stop bullying him in order to keep his friends. -
:-)
could it be that blaine is a SADIST
because he purely just likes hurting others
Rocko had taken the opportunity to discreetly wedge himself between the two men, his tail wagging happily at finally being free from the bedroom. Blaine would take to petting him every now and again, finding the conversation to be a bit awkward due to the prolonged silence. He nearly choked when Jody begged the question, his hand reaching up to itch his cheek uncomfortably. It was no secret that he had a level of interest in the other. He found him to be relatively compelling, an admirable figure.
"I swiped right because I found you to be pretty intriguing. Your hobbies aren't what I expected, though. I guess that's why I did it. I want to know more about you. I think it's more investing to know why you would swipe right on me, however." He rose his eyebrows, turning so that he could make full eye contact. He searched for some hint of a new emotion, not coming across much. He itched behind Rocko's ear as he waited, dwelling on the moments he could recall.
He remembered his high school days, how he was on the highest pedestal possible. It seemed like everyone, no matter in which social class they belonged, wanted to hang out with him at least once. It was always mind-boggling, in his opinion. But as more and more people expressed their desires, he found himself becoming wrapped up in the gratifying feelings that came with being so popular. Sure, there was a multitude of rumors. Were they ever bad? No. Perhaps that was why he allowed them to spread across the school like an untamed wildlife. He sighed at the thought.
But then he remembered the many things that he had done that he, himself, deemed unforgivable. It was no flood of memories, no hurricane, but a tsunami of deeds that he had at least had a minuscule part in. It made his head spin and his stomach churn when he recalled how overjoyed it had made him to be so cruel. The old saying, "They only hurt you to feel better about themselves," came to mind, but that did not pertain to himself. He had always felt great about himself, kind of like a king above peasants. Nobody had touched him inappropriately, abused him beyond forgiveness, or even verbally tortured him. He'd always had the good life.
And so sitting there next to Jody, one of the people he'd hurt a on a variety of occasions, he wondered just why he'd taken so much pleasure. Would he still?
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