Soap with a Wolfie? :)
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Thread Topic: Soap with a Wolfie? :)
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Possibly but that might make Jody a masochist
Jody shrugged. "Well. First off you're quite attractive and I'm sure you're aware of that. And I also figured what the hell? I'm lonely, you're lonely. We could be fun together. Plus, I decided long ago to live on from all that happened to me while I was in highschool. I forgived you long ago but never forgot you because of this.."
His eyes wavered to his hip, taking his hand and pulling down his pants and boxers enough to show off the scar that the older male had given him so many years ago. He supposed, in a way, that part of him belonged to the other male. Jody thought of the scar as a branding mark, as a signature to show that he was his.
This showed off Blaine's dominance. And he couldn't help but wonder if Blaine was still so dominant. He couldn't help but wonder if- if this relationship were to get off the ground- if he would belong to Blaine in more than one way. Or had Blaine changed to be less dominant?
Jody had no clue. He knew that he had changed vastly from highschool. Why couldn't Jody change too? -
os--- only if he likes gettin dat pain
Blaine concentrated deeply on the words coming from Jody's mouth, finding it completely true that he was lonely. He'd spent an earlier portion of the day already dwelling on how alone he felt a majority of the time, so hearing it come from someone's else mouth was comforting. The idea that Jody had forgiven him made his mouth open in a fit of astonishment. How someone could forgive the vile, dastardly deeds was disturbing. He shrugged it off, finding that the mark he had inflicted on the other was of much more important.
He eyes examined it for a moment, flicking to make eye contact with Jody before returning back to it. He frowned distastefully, turning his head away. A recollection of the moment threatened to present itself, but he repressed it, deciding it was a memory for another time. He apologized gruffly, cracking his neck in discomfort. Rocko jumped on Blaine's legs, his wagging tail smacking his side. The older gentleman gave him an affectionate pet on the head before setting him on the ground.
"I'm obviously a much different person than I was back then." He said this with only a pinch of doubt. He thrived off of the idea that he had completely altered his personality into someone a small child could look up to. But, upon given the opportunity, he was frightened that he would be the same old Blaine Ambrose, attacking others for the same thrill one might have on a rollercoaster ride. He clenched his jaw.
"Well, since this is a date, I'm sorry I didn't prepare much. If you want, we can order some food. And I don't have cable, because I don't watch television, but I do have some movies if you're looking to do that. There's some restaurants nearby if you want to do that, and a park a couple minutes away. But it's about to rain, I think, so that might be silly. All up to you, I guess." -
Hmmm he might
Jody shrugged off I guess. "Well do you have much in the fridge? I can probably make something for us." Over the years, Jody had became quite the able cook. He had worked at many upscale bars that required bartenders to know how to make high class food as well. Not only did Jody's food taste good, though, he also found that it looked pretty. He was also decent at baking, but that wouldn't help him much at all.
For a moment, he smiled a bit at how weird the date's small talk had been. Showing off the scar your date had given you years ago didn't really seem to brighten the mood, now, did it? The found himself rather uncomfortable at his own inappropriate behaviour and crossed his arms. He frowned a little, his different colored eyes uncomfortably staring at the floor.
Perhaps this was a mistake after all? Dating the individual that terrorized your childhood and high school years didn't seem like the best of ideas. But part of him figured it didn't really matter. Julian had bullied him but Jody found it to be manifest that he had loved him. Julian had told him, crying, on multiple occasions. Wishing that he could leave his friends, but didn't want to be subject to the same type of torture that Jody was.
He understood. And perhaps this could be similar. He wasn't sure, but maybe. His eyes moved up to meet Blaine's, his frown still apparent on his face. However, he managed to alter his expression to one much more neutral. -
well s---
Blaine laughed, shrugging uncertainly. "I don't know what I've got. Lemme go check." It was a very opportune moment to separate himself from the other male for the moment. He hurried to the kitchen, yanking open the refrigerator's door. Peering inside, he sifted through the various drawers and shelves, his eyebrows raising in a shocked manner as he came to the stark realization that he actually had a decent amount of products inside. Typically, it was empty with only the bare necessities such as eggs, milk, beer, lunch meat, and bread.
He scurried back into the living room, beginning to list off the foods and beverages he had stored away in the space. "Long story short," he eventually said, "I've got plenty of stuff, so if you want to make something, you're more than welcome. I could help, if you need it, though I kind of only know the basics."
By basics, he meant he could perfectly toast two pieces of bread and could flawlessly execute a microwaved egg. He smiled awkwardly, looking to Rocko, who obviously had no pieces of advice for the man. He stood, trotting off to the bedroom just as Selena was exiting.
Blaine assumed that it would be in both of their best interests to make the time as enjoyable as possible. On an afterthought, he gestured to his case of vinyls. "I've got a decent amount of bands and artists if you'd like some music. Just let me know and I'll let you pick." His grin molded into something much more natural, his kinder, softer side coming about. -
Right right
Also I'm gonna make Jody a vegetarian BC I think it fits him
Jody nodded, swallowing hard. "Well, what kind of bands do you have?" He asked, pursing his pink lips together. For a moment, a random thought popped into his head. That thought? He had wondered if Blaine had noticed that he was wearing makeup.
He uncomfortably fidgeted with his nose ring. "Hey, do you have any piercings?" He asked, tilting his head. This caused some purple hair to fall into his face. He blinked his eyes uncomfortably, still weirded out with how awkward this experience was. It'd be a story to tell, he decided.
He wondered what Blaine's intentions were with seeing him. If this was a date, was he actually interested? Or was he merely interested in f---ing around with his feelings in a sadistic method of torture? Jody's pupils shrunk at that idea, his eyes widening at that thought. Part of him really needed reassurance that that wasn't the case.
He figured he had the potential to really like Blaine. After all, he seemed to have changed and he was very aesthetically pleasing. He could stare at Blaine's perfectly sculpted countenance forever. -
good decision
Blaine shrugged, attempting to recall what bands he had actually taken the time to purchase. "I've definitely got Slipknot, Metallica, Def Leppard, AC/DC, Van Halen...They're my favorites. But then like Panic! at the Disco maybe, probably one 1975 album, maybe The Beatles." He wondered if Jody's taste in music was anything like his own. He assumed that most people enjoyed what he took to listening to, but he was most likely horribly wrong. He wanted the other male to be as comfortable as possible, and he felt the music would be a great place to start.
"If those aren't your style, I can hook my phone up to a speaker and you can choose whatever you want." The next question that was directed in his direction was an easy one. He fished the answer right out of the front of his brain. He grabbed at it, throwing it into the conversation.
"I have absolutely no piercings on my body. Would you believe me if I said it actually scares me to even think of getting one?" He sat there for a moment, laughing fairly soon. "Just kidding. They aren't scary, I've just not decided to get one. How about you? You seem like the type. Excuse me if that sounded rude, actually." He looked away, unsure if what he had said was offensive.
A filter had not needed to be exercised for a very long time as he had spent so much of it in isolation. Now having to watch what came from his mouth was frustrating-- something he would not deal with if it were any other person. Because it was Jody, and because he had done so many awful things, he wanted to treat the other as kindly as possible. -
Thanks boiiiii
Jody smiled a little. "I love the 1975!" He exclaimed this quite loudly, his flamboyant side showing. Once those words escaped his mouth, Jody turned a poppy red and covered his mouth in utter embarrassment.
Once the conversation shifted to piercings one more, he grinned. This was something he was comfortable talking about. Not only was he knowledgeable, he liked the topic and was experienced with it. "Yeah, I've got a lot of piercings. I don't wanna go off on a complete tangent with all my piercing stories but.. I have my nostril, septum, monroe, double lip on each side, daith, double helix on each ear and my ears are stressed. Perhaps my most scandalous piercings, though," He winked, "Are my hip piercings."
When he had pulled down his pants earlier he had exposed his hip piercings. Part of him wondered if Blaine had noticed the sparkly white balls erupting from the flesh of his hip. Part of him really wanted to doubt it, as his hip was quite close to.. other parts of him- obviously. -
aye
Upon taking note of the fact that Jody was a fan of The 1975, Blaine sauntered over to his case of records. After opening the top, he searched through the vinyls, eventually stumbling across the band's self-entitled album. He let out a gasp of realization, snatching it up from the its place. He meticulously placed it upon the record player, smiling when "The City" began to play. He returned back to the other male in order to continue their ongoing conversation.
He nodded after each piercing was listed, relatively fascinated by the extensive amount that the other owned. He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow in question. "What made you want to get all of them?" he queried out out pure, invested intrigue. Most of the time, he could have cared less about the whens, whys, wheres, hows, whos, and whats, but where Jody was concerned, he desired to know more. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the other was the first company he had been exposed to over an extended period of time. Maybe because he had another individual to speak with other than his pets, he was thriving off of the conversation.
He almost permitted himself to fall into the beat of the music, finding it rather. He didn't, however. Dancing in front of the old acquaintance was not something marked on his agenda for the day's events. Instead of dancing, he allowed his foot to tap along discreetly to the rhythm. -
Yo
Jody paced his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge before answering the older male's question. The fridge was, indeed, quite stocked. He wondered if Blaine would mind eating vegetarian- he sure hoped not. "Well, I got the daith piercing because I'm a chronic migraine sufferer. Like- I take medication for it. It's relieved the pain a lot and I take a lot less medication now. I got the monroe piercing when I first started doing drag, it added to my persona. My hip piercings I got to make myself- erm..sexier, I suppose. The rest were just spur of the moment, drunken or high decisions. Mostly because I thought they looked cool!" His face lit up at the conversation of piercings.
Jody smiled a bit. He then began to open the cabinets to see what there was. He wanted to make something more gourmet, in order to impress his date. "Also, how soon do you want to eat?" He asked. He was unsure of what to do, but he knew he had plenty of options for meals. Depending on how soon Blaine desired to eat, of course. He, himself, didn't mind waiting to eat.
This was because he wanted to spend as much time as possible with Blaine, shockingly enough. The older boy intrigued him, he supposed. He couldn't figure out how in the hell someone could've changed so much in a few years. -
i think i found the person i want to marry xD jkjk but ralph sepe has got my heart
It was a bit upsetting to hear that the other male had such an issue with migraines. A small sigh escaped his lips as he thought about what life would be like with something so irritating and painful as migraines. He'd had only one in his entire life, and he recalled it as one of the worst experiences he had ever been forced to deal with. He remembered taking a handful of pain medication in order to escape the feeling.
"Damn, that sucks. It's good that the piercing helped, though." He let out a few 'ooh's and 'ahh's upon being informed of the final reasons for all of the piercings. "Sounds fun. I never thought they'd look good on me, so I decided against it. But I'm sure when you have them all in, you look great." It was a lame compliment, sure, but it was a compliment, something he didn't hand out very often.
"We can eat whenever you want. I don't usually have an appetite. I just kind of eat because I know I have to." He looked behind himself for a moment when Selena rubbed against the back of his legs. He resisted the urge to pick her up for only a few seconds, finally deciding to grab her and hold her against his chest. The feline purred softly as he stroked her underneath of her chin. With the animal there to help him think, he smiled.
"You're lookin' good, by the way, if I haven't said it." -
Awhhh ya don't wanna marry me? Rude jkjk
"Thank you!" The male smiled brightly at the compliment. Although he received a lot of compliments from boys and girls alike through his club, it meant especially a lot from Blaine. "I've started to hit the gym more. You know, my jobs require me to stay pretty fit. Muscles, flexibility, abs, a nice ass. All required to stay paid the way I am."
"Do you have a French press? I make a killer coffee." Jody doubted the older bachelor would have a French press. Like a stereotypical gay, Jody was great at cooking and loved making coffee. Therefore, he had all of the supplies he needed and more at his own home. However, Blaine didn't strike him as a stereotypical anything.
No, Blaine was different. Unique. Words couldn't describe how odd his childhood bully had become. Jody bit his lip, not sure whether that was a good- or bad- thing. He shrugged it off. He supposed that they were all weird and different in their own little ways. Just some people were more than obvious about it. -
of course i'd marry you ;)))))
Blaine was pleased with the positive reaction he had managed to pull out of the younger male. It was satisfying to know that he was capable of making some smile. He had spent so much of his life hurting others for joy that he hadn't come to the realization of how nice it felt to make others joyous. His eyes softened upon seeing the smile spread across Jody's facial features.
It was bright, comparable to sunshine. It gave off the same warm, comforting vibes as the gigantic yellow star. It owned the ability to mesmerize Blaine, even if just for a few seconds. Selena mewed softly as if to capture the man's attention, but when she did not receive what she desired, she swiped at his face. An obscenity escaped his lips as he dropped her to the floor, the feline swishing her tail in a sassy fashion before sashaying away. She thankfully hadn't broken his skin, but she most definitely had left three bright pink stripes on his cheek.
He shook his head, frustrated. Upon hearing the question, he itched the back of his neck, shaking his head. "I've got a Keurig," he stated, laughing. "But I've used it about two times, and only for hot cocoa. I'm sorry." -
Good goood
Also did you seriously just use the term sashay away
"Damn! I'm gonna get you a French press for.." The boy tried to recall the nearest holiday. "Saint Patrick's Day?" He tilted his head, laughing at his own, awkward self. Jody found the ability to laugh at yourself quite important. It was how he got through his young adult years. When he turned eighteen, he wasn't very confident. But being an English major, you have to learn confidence in order to speak and write the way you want to.
His dorm mate, Billi, had taught him a few tricks to staying confident. The first was to realize that people can only judge you if you let them. The second was that being real to yourself is much more fun than being something that everyone else is. Being monotone isn't fun. The third was if all goes wrong, turn to drugs and watch fear and loathing in Las Vegas.
Sure, his dorm mate wasn't exactly the run of the mill designer dorm mate. However, despite his quirky sense of humor, he taught Jody a lot. He taught him the secrets to creativity, confidence and philosophy. He also taught him about the 70s drug culture, but that was a very different story.
Jody smiled at the thought. He glanced over to the keurig, frowning. He thought it would have to do. He searched among the keurig pods and found two nutty caramel pods. He enjoyed the taste of caramel, so he popped a pod in and started the keurig. -
sorry I haven't responded much. rough day. i'm heading to bed after i respond to the soaplies i need to.
Once he heard the amusing statement, Blaine snorted softly, a string of chortles following suit. He covered his mouth for a moment, glancing down at the carpet. The man shook his head, returning his focus to the man that had once been his victim. "I would absolutely love a French press," The man snapped his fingers, winking, "And not the coffee kind."if you're confused, just kind of refer to the top definition for French press on Urban DictionaryHis face went blank for a moment, his lips emitting an apology. "Too far?"
Blaine shrugged. As he was beginning to grow more comfortable with Jody, he was aware that his sexual innuendos would begin to flow more freely. He felt as though Jody would be one of the individuals that found the jokes to be hilarious, but he decided that assumptions would not be of any aid in the relationship.
He thought about the many instances in which he had joked around in the tattoo parlor, often earning many disapproving stares directed at him by his coworkers. They usually ended their death leers with a slight chuckle or slap to the knee, which was never truly satisfying in Blaine's opinion. And when he went home, it was not as if he had someone to replay the punchlines towards. Cats and dogs only listened. They never talked back.
But now Blaine had someone that would talk back, standing inside of the parameter of his kitchen, fiddling around with his appliances. It was a new feeling, once that made his stomach churn uneasily. The man had never been shy, and he wasn't about to start, so he shoved the nauseous feeling aside, making the executive decision to remain quiet until convinced to do otherwise. -
All good my dude
Jody chuckled a bit at the joke. "No, no. Not too far. Remember I'm a stripper. Sex is my job. I used to be a hooker too. Had a corner and everything. It was fun." Jody shrugged it off, deciding he would make a vegetable soup so he wouldn't have to spend so much time in the kitchen.
He started by washing off all of the vegetables and straining some black beans. He also got some vegetable stock and poured it into a pot. After Jody had the broth and vegetables together, he put them both into a pot to let them cook. He turned the heat on the stove down and then turned to Blaine.
"I'll check on it again in thirty minutes to an hour or so. Until then, I'm all yours." He winked, smirking.
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