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Monday, July 6th, 2015 06:02 am.
Don't make me cry, you bastard. Don't break my heart.
Don't make me cry, you bastard. Don't break my heart.
Monday, July 6th, 2015
White Noise - C/Z (NC-17)
Monday, July 6th, 2015 10:07 am.
White Noise
by Serai
The steam makes tiny, shining droplets on Zeke's wrist as his hand slides down his waist, along the treasure trail to slip under the brass button of his 501's. The water is a pounding roar canceling out everything beyond the bright sizzling of the bathroom tiles. He barely notices the rough scratch of denim along his shins, then he dives into the hot waterfall.
Skin. The steam opens him up, opens his pores, his sinuses, he can feel himself hungry again by leaps and bounds. The tips of his fingers salivate; even his hair is ravenous. Wrists in his hand, arms bucking. He wonders if he could let his mind go, if the hunger could stand in for thought. Sweat in his mouth from the nape of a pale neck. Usually a fast, efficient scrubber, now Zeke absently slows his movements, distracted. Sounds.
With a gasp, he shakes himself out of the moment, out of the bright stream of images glittering behind his closed eyes. His dick strains, hard under the spray. He takes it in hand and leaning against the tile wall, jerks off quickly, with as little pleasure as he can manage, not wanting to waste any of the heat. Wanting to make it last.
His hair is still damp as he leans against the window of his second-floor bedroom, looking up the block. He watches as Casey crosses the intersection and starts towards the house. He thinks about pale skin, and how deceptive Casey's body is, how much strength waits coiled under all that shrinking passivity. He feels himself hot, poised in his tight skin, in his studied relaxation, happy. Yes, happy.
As Casey walks up the driveway towards the front door, Zeke twirls the handcuffs on one finger, and starts to grin.
Chapter 4 of High Contrast
Chapter 5
White Noise
by Serai
The steam makes tiny, shining droplets on Zeke's wrist as his hand slides down his waist, along the treasure trail to slip under the brass button of his 501's. The water is a pounding roar canceling out everything beyond the bright sizzling of the bathroom tiles. He barely notices the rough scratch of denim along his shins, then he dives into the hot waterfall.
Skin. The steam opens him up, opens his pores, his sinuses, he can feel himself hungry again by leaps and bounds. The tips of his fingers salivate; even his hair is ravenous. Wrists in his hand, arms bucking. He wonders if he could let his mind go, if the hunger could stand in for thought. Sweat in his mouth from the nape of a pale neck. Usually a fast, efficient scrubber, now Zeke absently slows his movements, distracted. Sounds.
With a gasp, he shakes himself out of the moment, out of the bright stream of images glittering behind his closed eyes. His dick strains, hard under the spray. He takes it in hand and leaning against the tile wall, jerks off quickly, with as little pleasure as he can manage, not wanting to waste any of the heat. Wanting to make it last.
His hair is still damp as he leans against the window of his second-floor bedroom, looking up the block. He watches as Casey crosses the intersection and starts towards the house. He thinks about pale skin, and how deceptive Casey's body is, how much strength waits coiled under all that shrinking passivity. He feels himself hot, poised in his tight skin, in his studied relaxation, happy. Yes, happy.
As Casey walks up the driveway towards the front door, Zeke twirls the handcuffs on one finger, and starts to grin.
Chapter 4 of High Contrast
Chapter 5
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Thirty Years Gone - C/Z (NC-17)
Monday, July 6th, 2015 10:22 am.
Thirty Years Gone
by Serai
"What's this?" Renee asked, and Casey turned to look at the box she'd pulled out from the bottom shelf. It was plain cardboard taped up, its lid thick with dust. He stepped closer as she crouched down over it, brushing at the lid and then clapping her hands together to clean them off. Now the writing hastily scrawled in black marker were clear, and she read it out loud - NIK N5 w/cs VIV 10+2p LNS 6 FIL.
Sometimes you know, he thought. Sometimes a moment comes and ( you just know. )
Chapter 5 of High Contrast
Chapter 6
Thirty Years Gone
by Serai
"What's this?" Renee asked, and Casey turned to look at the box she'd pulled out from the bottom shelf. It was plain cardboard taped up, its lid thick with dust. He stepped closer as she crouched down over it, brushing at the lid and then clapping her hands together to clean them off. Now the writing hastily scrawled in black marker were clear, and she read it out loud - NIK N5 w/cs VIV 10+2p LNS 6 FIL.
Sometimes you know, he thought. Sometimes a moment comes and ( you just know. )
Chapter 5 of High Contrast
Chapter 6
Tasty - Drabble, PG-13
Monday, July 6th, 2015 10:49 am.
Tasty
by Serai
Zeke Tyler has an absolutely luscious neck.
There’s a teenaged tenderness to his skin, hot with a slight, constant rime of sweat that makes him glow like honey. I can feel the scent rising up off his nape, sharp bristles of hacked-off hair clinging together in the warm salt dampness, and that shell of clammy moisture against my fingertips, heat underneath my nails. He smells like ocean wrack and warm bread, soft mouth twisting in a wicked grin that says he doesn't care which way it goes, so long as he ends up on top.
You’re mine now, Zekey boy.
Tasty
by Serai
Zeke Tyler has an absolutely luscious neck.
There’s a teenaged tenderness to his skin, hot with a slight, constant rime of sweat that makes him glow like honey. I can feel the scent rising up off his nape, sharp bristles of hacked-off hair clinging together in the warm salt dampness, and that shell of clammy moisture against my fingertips, heat underneath my nails. He smells like ocean wrack and warm bread, soft mouth twisting in a wicked grin that says he doesn't care which way it goes, so long as he ends up on top.
You’re mine now, Zekey boy.
Anybody around who knows Photoshop?
Monday, July 6th, 2015 07:09 pm.
I'm messing around with some icons, and I'd like to take one image and make it semi-transparent so I can lay it over another image and get a double-image effect. Anybody know how to do that? I'm using PS7.
I'm messing around with some icons, and I'd like to take one image and make it semi-transparent so I can lay it over another image and get a double-image effect. Anybody know how to do that? I'm using PS7.
Midnight Media Cafe - Picture in a Frame
Monday, July 6th, 2015 10:44 pm.
Was listening to this song earlier today, and heard it in a whole new way.
Picture in a Frame - Tom Waits
The sun come up, it was blue and gold
The sun come up, it was blue and gold
The sun come up, it was blue and gold
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
I'm gonna love you
'til the wheels come off
Oh yeah
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
Those of you who've been squeeing with me over the last couple of days - doesn't this sound like Ethan? (The song, not the voice, obviously.)
Can't you just imagine him lying in bed with Brona while she was dying, murmuring this for a lullabye?
Was listening to this song earlier today, and heard it in a whole new way.
Picture in a Frame - Tom Waits
The sun come up, it was blue and gold
The sun come up, it was blue and gold
The sun come up, it was blue and gold
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
I'm gonna love you
'til the wheels come off
Oh yeah
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
Ever since I put your picture in a frame
Those of you who've been squeeing with me over the last couple of days - doesn't this sound like Ethan? (The song, not the voice, obviously.)
Can't you just imagine him lying in bed with Brona while she was dying, murmuring this for a lullabye?