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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Oct 20, 2013 6:16:57 GMT
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| Angelo often didn't go to parties for fact that he didn't want to walk all the way home intoxicated, or stoned, or tripping. While he had never touched acid in his life, he wasn't exactly opposed to the idea of seeing things. So when he found out, from one of his friends in his grade, that some college kid was hosting a party - while his parents were away - at some big mansion, hell yeah fucking yeah was going to be there.
When he got there the party was in full swing, drunks to the left, drunks to the right, drunks in boxes, and drunks with foxes. Before long there was a red cup in his right hand, and he eyed a circle of people at the top of the stairs passing a bowl around, and that's what he wanted to do.
There were several people chatting about Satan knows what, but Angelo's eyes fell upon one. This one was pretty than the others, and also happened to have the bowl in hand.
"Eh, do you mind if I... join, that's the word, you?" And perhaps it was the bad tasting cheapo bear talking, but Angelo started to hit on the other. "I couldn't stop staring, you have eh, a pretty face."
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what did i even-
ps don't worry there are no drunks w/ foxes unless u want i was just going ghost dr seuss
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Oct 20, 2013 19:50:01 GMT
| He curled his tongue up to his teeth, held the smoke in his mouth, breathed it in deep, and let it out with a giggle. It rose like a cloud, and he watched it disappearing into the hazy air. He looked back down when someone said something - mouth fallen open in an o, a hand pressing to his chest - who, me?
Of course him. "I know." He grinned, leaning into the boy, slinging an arm around his shoulders and tilting his head to rest on his shoulder. "You're pretty too. Here." He said earnestly, pushing the bowl into his hands.
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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Oct 27, 2013 6:00:20 GMT
Good. It was good to know that the other knew they looked good. Angelo had been told many times before that he was handsome, he was growing up so well. He supposed he was growing up to be a fine looking man. "Thank you." He smiled and took the bowl, brought it to his lips, held in smoke, and exhaled. It was a not-so-graceful technique. He passed it back. He looked to the blond in question, Angelo touched his head, weaving his fingers through his hair. Angelo liked the feel of other people's hair against his fingers. "What is your name?" He asked. coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Oct 31, 2013 1:09:02 GMT
Angel took the bowl back for another hit. He liked college parties - nobody seemed to really care whether he was supposed to be here or not, and it was a nice change to fuck around with people his age.
He blew out a slow stream of smoke in front of the guy's face - he was dressed funny, Angel realized with a bit of delay.
Usually he hated people touching his hair, but hell, he was in a good enough mood that he didn't mind it now. He just laughed at the feel of the fingers tickling his scalp. "Angel." He replied, licking his lips and staring back expectantly.
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also literally listened to sean paul while writing this
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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Nov 11, 2013 19:32:28 GMT
"I am Angelo." Angel like his but without the O. Oh man, that was funny - not funny enough for him to laugh aloud even though he was starting to feel the effects, but funny nonetheless. He kept running his fingers through the other's hair, it felt nice. "Eh," conversing in English was never really his strongsuit, but he desperately racked his brain for the right things to say. He liked the other, purely on vanity but he liked him nonetheless. So rather than struggle with words, he placed a kiss on the other's cheek, more of a greeting than a sign of affection but whatever. "Nice to meet you!" coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Nov 15, 2013 1:37:19 GMT
"Angelo." He let the name roll from his tongue, the final syllable coming with a bit of delay. What a coincidence. He'd probably remember the name, only because it was so similar to his own.
"Mm-hmm," he let out a contented sigh. Yes, nice to meet each other, good, nice, great. His head lolled onto Angelo's shoulder.
"Hey, it's so loud here." He said. "Wanna find somewhere... quieter?"
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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Nov 18, 2013 17:37:33 GMT
Angelo wasn't stupid. Even with the language barrier he could guess at what Angel was hinting at. He wasn't going to deny Angel, probably because he was so shallow and the other male was very pretty. He blinked a few times, and a smile appeared on his face in no time flat. "Sure." He grabbed the other's hand. "Wanna take one of the bedrooms, yes?" Or they could get out of here, Angelo didn't care. coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Nov 19, 2013 2:53:03 GMT
Angel noticed the accent, but he couldn't place it, he didn't care to. It was sexy and exotic and a language barrier had never kept him from sex before.
Angelo seemed to get the point anyways, and Angel nodded, squeezing his hand before he started moving through the crowd, pushing past people with a stumble in his step and a smile on his face, holding tight to Angelo. It wouldn't do to lose him and not realize until he got there - Angel may or may not have done that before, but he had learned from experience. If he wasn't too drunk to forget experience.
He led Angelo up the stairs, pushing open the first door they reached.
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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Nov 20, 2013 8:03:10 GMT
Angelo was happy that Angel knew exactly what he meant and seemed so eager to get it on. Maybe he'd forget about his fight with Clem this way too. Sex seemed to take his mind off of a lot of things, this being one of them. Luckily the room was empty, and within moments, Angelo had his lips pressed up against Angel's hard, and his hand groping him through his pants. notes: fade to black whenever you want bbu coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Nov 27, 2013 5:15:29 GMT
As soon as the door shut behind them, they were flush against each other, kissing hungrily, hands wandering. Angel didn't waste any time in undressing, him and Angelo both. They were both here for the same reason, there were both desperate and drunk.
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Angel woke up naked, wrapped in a set of unfamiliar bedsheets. He opened his eyes a crack, and the morning light hit him hard. A few seconds of delay, so did memories of the night before.
The college party had been a bust, as they tended to be - someone had called the cops and they'd both left not entirely satisfied. It seemed natural to find another place, and keep going.
He shut his eyes against the dizziness, and when it passed enough, he slipped out of bed, pulled on his underwear (was it even his? the closest pair he could find), and went to find a fucking bathroom.
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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Dec 7, 2013 14:54:18 GMT
In all actuality, Angelo didn't remember anything that had happened the previous night. He had completely blacked out, so when he woke up in his bed, with some strange man beside him and a pain in his rear he was startled. He let him sleep, and a bit panicked, he ran off to the bathroom. What if Clemente found him? What would he do? Would Angelo have to dump this guy's body somewhere? What if he looked outside, and the sun was purple, or the birds, they were killing people. What if the zoo had released all their lions? What if Angelo was pregnant? "Oh my god, I am pregnant." He yelled almost panicking. He fell to his knees in the hallway. "Oh my fucking god, I'm pregnant I'm gonna die. I don't want a baby, I hate children, please oh my god." He started to ramble off into Italian, fearing for the worst. coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Dec 10, 2013 18:16:54 GMT
He definitely hadn't been here before, stepping into the hallway to see a vaguely familiar guy at the end, on his knees, screaming pregnancy.
Angel's eyes widened – he put two and two together and rushed over, dropping to his knees in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to shake him out of his hysteria – Angel wasn't even sure what he was saying any more.
"No. Fuck." He gave Angelo another jarring shake. "I'm not gonna be a dad." His voice was beginning to get loud and shrill, as if he sounded insistent enough, the night before could be undone. "I have a boyfriend. What the fuck is he gonna say? You can't." His head was hurting even worse now.
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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Dec 31, 2013 4:52:07 GMT
Angelo had started to cry at this point, and it wasn't a pretty sight. His face turned red, and mucus started to drip from his nose which he wiped away with the sleeve from his shirt. He supposed he was too high to bother taking the thing off, or whatever, he didn't remember. "Fuck your boyfriend!" He screamed in his accented English.
"Stupid... pretty boy!" He choked out in between sobs, wiping his face with his sleeve when the tears and mucus and whatever was on his face was too much. Angelo wanted a shower. "I have... Clem, what is... he going to think about this?" Angelo's heart sank. He didn't like that idea. "What if he's home?" Oh god, what if he heard Angelo's crying? What statues were going to be broken?
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Dec 31, 2013 21:41:15 GMT
The boy was crying, and Angel was caught between shaking him until he stopped and pulling away, not wanting to get soaked in his tears and mucous. He took his arms from Angelo's shoulders, cringing when he screamed.
He didn't even care about the strange compliment at this point. "Who the fuck is Clem?" Had he just fucked around with some guy with a boyfriend? Nevada was the kind of boyfriend who wouldn't do a thing but look hurt, but most guys weren't like Nevada. "Fucking... goddamn... shit... fuck! I'm... I'm just gonna go." He realized that he hadn't told Angelo anything but his name anyways. Maybe he'd never see him again. Maybe he'd just move off the island with Nevada. He stood up, stumbling backwards, remembering he was still undressed.
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Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Jan 29, 2014 9:27:08 GMT
Maybe if Angelo was ever rational he would have figured out that he is, in fact a man, and incapable of caring a baby unless he believed one of those movies staring Arnold Schwarzenegger, and he never lied!
"Clem, well, he's my-" He didn't really now how to put it. It did however, stop him from crying, trying to think about it. "My caretaker, my older brother-" And he's really pretty, but Angelo decided to keep that part out.
"W-Wait, where are you going?" He gets up, wipes away his tears. "I-I could have you, you, killed for this you know! So you're staying right here." God he forgot his name. "Pretty boy!" That'll be his name. He doesn't need another name as far as Angelo is concerned. "Man up!"
Wait man, man up? "Wait a minute-" Angelo touched his chest, remembering that he doesn't have breasts.
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