If i just lay here. {will}

[Damien Ashford]

I whispered in her ear:
Fear me dear, for I am Death,
I'll take your hope, your dreams, your love,
Till there's nothing left

Today was what Damien would class as a nice day, sun shining but a cool breeze to ease the heat, they worked well together, except if it was sun and a warm breeze, then it was just too hot. Heat made people grumpy, they got thirsty, sweaty and annoyed, on hot days it was just better to stay at home and not talk to anyone, or for social people, go to the beach with friends and make irritating noise. Who needed lots of friends when you had yourself, All friends where was a way to get hurt, or maybe that was just him. Either way, he didn’t want any, not yet. Well, not until he knew them enough to trust them, then they’d be his mate. Friends to Damien where the people he would hang out with and talk to, but actually really can’t be bothered with them, either he has a secret hate for them and he’s plotting against them secretly, But his mates where the people that Damien Loved to be around and protect no matter what, Mates where people that he could trust. So far, in this school, he had neither friends nor mates, Sad Really.

Since it was classed as a nice Day, Damien had decided to go for a long walk and it was a weekend which made it that much better, sort of. Weekends meant kids wandering around, ahwell, he was invisible, no one noticed him, it wasn’t like this was his first day, he’d been going to class for almost a week, and still, un-noticed, not that he cared, being invisible had it‘s perks. Damien listened to the gravel make a crunching noise under his shoes, after a while the noise got irritating, so he simply stopped walking for a few moments to rest his ears, Brain, eyes and head, there where too many thoughts. Yet, not one of them made sense. How could he be silly enough to think that changing towns would change his life, at the end of the day, he was Still the same Damien that had to go through Rehab and a part of him wouldn’t let himself forget all the idiotic choices he ever made. The whole reason for this walk. When the thoughts spinning around his head seemed to much to take Damien started jogging, maybe a big truck will just happen to come along and squash him, or a comet will fall from space directly onto him, both sounded good, but both where also very unlikely, such a pity

Word Count: 424
Sorry, not so good, I hate starting
Finished

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My Bodies Acking
~Acking For Your Touch~
Cant You See, Its Slowly Killing Me. Your Love Is Like Poison

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The black truck's motor hummed like a kitten as Will pulled away from the school. He was all alone today, the sports teams were all playing after school, leaving the actor to drive his commute alone. Humming alone to the music his mind wandered. Today was a pretty poor day. The school gossip announced his homosexuality openly to the school. The questions were burning into his skull, making him feel like a social reject.

The truck came to an abrupt stop as the light turned red. The car in front of him came to a perfect stop to miss rather deep puddle. Getting annoyed by the other driver’s slow speed William pressed the all wheel drive button on the dash and pulled off the road.

Making his way quickly through the muddy back alley William forgot to slow down. He barrelled down the alley and quickly into the street, missing telephone poles by meters. “Fucking Cunt Mother Fucker.” The profanities rolled perfectly off the teen’s tongue, causing himself to blush. Swearing was a habit he’d picked up recently. It took a lot more than kind words to make homophobes leave him alone. Pulling the truck back onto the road Will drove methodically, practicing all the skills he’d learned in defensive driving.

Rolling down the window he sighed, the air was so nice. Spring had finally sprung. Taking the scenic route was just what he needed to unwind. Before long William found himself on old roads leading away from the town.

Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop. The rain started falling slowly, then it picked up. Speeding up was the worst idea, but Willaim really needed to get home before he started crying, today was not a very good day and depression was starting to overwhelm the teen. Turning one street over he saw a person jogging. A slim tight person, a person that Willaim would like to see naked. A person who’s name was Damien.

Will knew all about the new students, he was an elite. Pulling beside the moving Figure he rolled down his window. “Did you need a ride?” His tone was a little lighter that usual, he was trying to sugar coat this teen into his car. Not for a shag, but for a friendship. Maybe a shag a little later.
Pressing the heated seat button Will got the passenger side ready for the other teen, who would say no to shelter from the storm.

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::TAG:: Whomever Wishes
::WORD COUNT:: 408
::OUTFIT:: Click
::COMMENTS:: SOrry If Its all Over The Place, I Had A Bad Day
::LYRIC CREDIT:: Poison ~ Elise Estrada

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[Damien Ashford]

Take me, show me
The corners of your empty room
The trouble we could get into.

<sub>Without noticing Damien jogged to an area that he didn’t know, every thing looked so different, if only he’d remembered what way he had come, that would’ve been a great help. It didn’t matter, if he got lost and couldn’t find his way back, no-one would notice then he could just sit in a corner and rot, sounded fair enough, sometime ages later some stranger would find his bones, then they’ll ID him and realize that no one cared. That sounded about right.

Damien looked around trying to see anything that looked somewhat familiar, yet there was nothing, not even a car in sight, stupid town, stupid school, stupid everything. Feeling a burning sensation in his chest, Damien slowed down to a walk to catch his breath, then he’d start running again, to, anywhere, wherever the road took him, hopefully far from here. “mother of jesus.. Where’d the sun go.” Damien stopped walking altogether and sat on the gutter trying to figure out what his plan was, he wasn’t entirely serious about getting totally lost, he’d spent too long putting his life back together to let it all fall apart again, there was no way he’d let himself go down that road again, never.

It was on his face where he felt the first few drops of rain, at first it was only a few drops, but before long it was pouring, what was delaying that comet? Damien waited until water was dripping from his hair before finally deciding that it was time to at least try to find his way home, that started with jogging the way he’d came, but had he turned any corners? Gah, being lost sucked. At an easy pace, Damien jogged the way he came, not really caring where he turned or what street he was on, he figured he’d find his way if he wasn’t looking, but stuff like that didn’t happen to him.

Damien looked behind him seeing a car not too far behind, maybe he could just follow it then hide in someones garage until morning, that would be fun.. And cold. As the car pulled up beside him Damien started walking, he’d seen the other teenager around school a few times but he never really payed attention, the real question was, why was someone of his ‘standard’ be talking to someone like Damien? With the question in mind Damien listened to his question, it had a simple answer that was instantly in Damien’s head “sure, why not. it‘s better than getting wet.” Damien made his way to the passenger side and got in, he wiped the water from his face and turned to look at the other teenager. “soo, what was your Name?”

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My Bodies Acking
~Acking For Your Touch~
Cant You See, Its Slowly Killing Me. Your Love Is Like Poison

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The cold wind slapped me hard when Damien opened the door. The lack of heat sent spasms throughout my body, its natural affect to anything under forty-one degrees. Some heat returned as the teen pulled the door closed with his slender hands. I noticed myself admiring the other teen’s body as I began to slowly accelerate. He was slim and tight, his clothing tight for the most part, obviously a scene or emo kid. Venturing one look over I noticed that his nipples were making themselves noted from beneath his shirt. The friction from the constricting wet shirt and his running had obviously stimulated the soft delicate pink……holy fuck, was that a cat? I swerved the large truck into the ditch and back up onto the road. Maybe the distraction should be taken care of before I run us off the road. Reaching back I pulled out my coat from under my messanger bag. The long car coat was heavy and smooth to the touch. Draping it over Damien I grinned, problem solved. “Sorry for my inhospitality, Im William Weller.” I shocked myself at the behaviour I’d just displayed , was I really so distracted by his body that I forgot the question?


Shaking my head to get rid of the impure thought, and yes for once in my life I was trying to avoid impure thoughts. Ironic at the best of times, yes I know. I couldn’t help but imagine his body, it was so attractive, even from just imagining it. I could see it now, his slim tight body, covered by nothing but my own. FUCK! Why couldn’t I just focus on getting us home. “Just outta curiosity, where am I taking you? It just occurred to me that I was driving towards my own house instead of wherever this teen needed to go. Obviously was subconscious had itself in the gutter as well, now aren’t we all horny bastards? Honestly, what I wouldn’t give to be over this awkward teen libido stage. He probably wasn’t into guys anyways, well unless…..Reaching out I ruffled his wet locks. The dark hair splashed me with the rainwater from before. But he didn’t seem to move much, maybe he wasn’t so turned off by me. Or maybe it was my imagination, again. It had a tendency to do that, often. Hell the time it was just me and Junior in the parking lot I’d half taken off my clothes in front of him. I was changing for badminton anyways, but I wanted to see his reaction.


Like all men the reaction was poor. Trying to distract myself I reached for the seat warmers, turning them on high. The leather began to heat. The least I could do was make sure he was comfortable, right?

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::TAG:: Whomever Wishes
::WORD COUNT:: 465
::OUTFIT:: Click
::COMMENTS:: SOrry If Its all Over The Place, I Had A Bad Day
::LYRIC CREDIT:: Poison ~ Elise Estrada

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[Damien Ashford]

<sub>Burn the sun
Burn the light
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand
Take my life
Take take take take take take it away


Damien leaned back into the seat, it was good to sit down after walking and jogging, not that he did much of that but seriously, being lost was hard work, it made you tired. Watching the rain fall outside the car was somewhat relaxing, yet at the same time depressing, in the time it took one rain drop to hit the ground, several people’s dreams could’ve been crushed. Damien turned his head away so he was looking at his lap, watching the rain was too depressing, the relaxing part just wasn’t worth it. Looking at his lap made Damien think of his seatbelt, maybe he should put it on but it was something he’d never cared about, ohwell, if Will asked he’d put it on, otherwise it can stay off. They where uncomfortable anyway, it could only save your life if you where in an accident, no big deal. Damien continued staring at his lap, not at all entertaining, but it was either depressing rain or stare at the driver, which would probably make him slightly uncomfortable, things like that could result in a crash, not exactly on his to-do list for today, maybe tomorrow. Why the car suddenly swerved, well that he didn’t know but why did it have to happen while he was thinking about crashing? Either way, without his seatbelt he was still flung to the side, Why did bad luck have to follow him everywhere? It wasn’t fair. Damien tried to straighten up after the car was going smoothly again, but while in hysterics, it was hard, how was a swerving car at all funny? It took Damien a few decent minutes to sit up straight and by then he felt Will put something over him, who cares what it was, it was warm. As Will introduced himself Damien nodded and grinned. “William, eh? Do you usually drive into gutters, or is this a one of thing?”

Damien chuckled softly and rested his head back, it wasn’t like they where going to swerve again, that would just be beyond bad luck. He looked at Will in the corner of his eye, it made him want to kick himself for not looking earlier, the guy sitting beside him was rather good looking why hadn’t he noticed earlier. Damien quickly looked back down at his lap, if he continued this way he’d be going down a very bumpy road. A Road he’d left behind and hoped to never be on again and the easiest way to stay off it was don’t get involved with anything, not even mates. Simple enough. Hearing Will’s question made Damien think, where was he going? Moment of embarrassment, how many people go for a walk and get lost in the town that they live, he really needed to get out more and fast. “ummm, honestly. I don’t know, and I really don’t care, just wherever.” Damien pondered on the thought for a little longer but still no answer to what way he was meant to walk to get home, meh, he’d find somewhere to crash…hopefully. Feeling Will’s hand on his head brought him back from his thoughts, although he didn’t mind, his only reaction a small chuckle followed by a playful nudge with his shoulder. Damien shook his head to get rid of some more water from his hair, where was a hairdryer when you needed one?

word count: 564...srry not good</sub>

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My Bodies Acking
~Acking For Your Touch~
Cant You See, Its Slowly Killing Me. Your Love Is Like Poison

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A grin played on my face, he didn’t care where he was going? Perfect, maybe tonight wasn’t going to be suck a waste after all. “Well, you can stay at my house for the night, we’re almost there anyways.” Even if he wasn’t into guys it would be nice to at least have someone over on a night like this one. The storm was enough to keep me up, but being home all alone was worse. The biggest fear was being caught helpless while someone stole all my items. I just couldn’t live with that. The other teen seemed to be preoccupied with his hair. It was dripping onto my seats still. The ink dark hair soaked the beautiful boy’s head. Water ran down his face. Coming to the stop sign I pulled my t shirt off from my head. Leaving my bare chest and treasure trove for the other teen to see. My lean body seemed too white against the black seats. The muscles on the stomach were almost perfect, except for the little scars from having my appendix removed. I could tell the other teen was looking as well. Whether in intrigue or disgust I could not tell.

Throwing the dark blue material over to the other teen I grinned, he was not the only one who could have hard nipples. I was sure he was staring now. “Here, at least dry your hair hun.” How come my flirting seemed motherly. My tone was wrong, maybe the cold was effecting me more that I thought. Turning my attention back to the road I continued to methodically drive. Riding my brakes more than usual. The perfect storm was coming. Trees on the side of the road were bowing to the wind as if it were a superior power. Will’s S.U.V did not bow to the wind. The dark vehicle cut through the powerful howling wind like a knife.

The rain started to become hail. Turning on the fog lights Will bit his lip. Maybe they’d have to wait it out, in the truck. The thought lingered for about a slow block until a little button on the dash caught his eye. Pressing the all wheel drive button made the engine roar with power. The sleek panther that usually sounded for the engine became a large bear. Growling with power and authority.

My arms tightened on the wheel, making the muscles through my torso and arms stand out. Was I starting to become cocky of my body? Well maybe, but Damien’s expressions weren’t helping. Even though I was catching them out of the corner of my eye I knew he was staring at me. He seemed to be almost mesmerized at me. Damn, if he didn’t stop looking so damn cute I was going to jump in his lap and ride him right there. Lucky for him I couldn’t see his lap, cause if there was any bulge in his pants I would’ve fucked him right there. Long, hard and dirty. Feeling our bodies become one.

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::TAG:: Whomever Wishes
::WORD COUNT:: 508
::OUTFIT:: Click
::COMMENTS:: SOrry If Its all Over The Place, I Had A Bad Day
::LYRIC CREDIT:: Poison ~ Elise Estrada

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[Damien Ashford]

Staying at another teenagers house sounded rather good, it was a lot better than moping around on his own doing shit all, at least this way he had a distraction, a very cute distraction. But lets not go there, not yet anyway. Right now it was time to focus on the big problem, it was too likely that now it had been wet, his hair would go frizzy, no-one actually knew the time he spent on his hair everyday, and now it was destroyed by stupid rain, another example of his perfect luck.. Not. With all the thought on his hair, Damien realized that Will had messed it up, then he’d made it worse by shaking his head, almost instantly Damien went to work, fixing and straightening it until it was acceptable. What else would this day throw at him, obviously not what he wanted, he was still waiting for that comet, either it’s having some serious delays or it’s not going to come. Damien looked around as the car stopped, he watched Will take off his shirt in the corner of his eye. To make it easier to see, Damien turned his head slightly, he could see every little detail of Wills Toned body. Probably wasn’t the best thing to be doing, but at least it was entertaining. Before embarrassing himself Damien turned away slightly, but not totally, he still wanted to look, just in a more subtle way.

It wasn’t until the blue shirt was thrown his way, did he realize how far into his thoughts he’d drifted, it was amazing how just the site of another teenagers body could make your own quiver. It was either excitement, or his nerves, but he couldn’t quite be sure, whatever it was, it was throwing him off. Drying his hair was an excellent idea, less Frizz, and he would be too busy to stare at the shirtless teenager beside him. With that in Mind, Damien started to carefully dry his hair, he didn’t want to mess it up too much or make it go afro. Damien grinned as he finished and put the shirt on his lap, he relaxed back into the seat with his eyes half closed, listening to the wind made Damien frown slightly, it somehow reminded him of his fathers bad temper.

As the Hail started Damien quickly opened his eyes properly and looked out the window as if he was making sure that what he heard was hail. Afterwards he relaxed again and forced a weak smile, he had to silently laugh at himself, too many sounds made him jump, at first it was amusing but now it was just annoying. Damien turned his attention to the trees, the way they bowed down to the wind was almost the same as how his mother acted around his father, well how most people acted around his father, even him.

After a few minutes watching the trees started to get boring and irritating all the same. He shifted in his seat and sighed softly, sitting still was something he wasn’t good at, probably why he hadn’t really travelled much. Damien looked back at Will, he had to be the only thing in view that wasn’t depressing, or maybe Damien had a talent of seeing the bad in things and ignoring the good. If that was true , he certainly wasn’t doing it about Will, but then again, how could he. For someone good at pointing out the bad, he wasn’t finding any. Another good thing was the shirt across his lap, why did Will have to make it harder not to look? “how far is your place?”

word count: 609. not good -.- srry

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My Bodies Acking
~Acking For Your Touch~
Cant You See, Its Slowly Killing Me. Your Love Is Like Poison

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The metallic taste of blood was now caressing my taste buds. Stressing about the conditions outside was affecting me more than usual. Glancing in the rear-view mirror I noticed the small pools of blood boiling and seeping over where my white teeth had just rested. I had to find a way to calm myself before I ruined my wonderfully poutey lips, the only good thing about having a more square set face. Few things could calm me, reading, poetry, alcohol, and music. I had to pick one of them, and seeing as most were not quite what would come off at ‘healthy while driving’ the only choice was music.

Turning the radio on I quickly pressed the C.D button and pressed play. Slowly the piano started to bless the Bose sound system with its beautiful notes. Then the music started, the women’s voices collided upon one another in a fiery passion. The music gathered speed and volume. Soon the beat was hitting its peak. Slowly the song died under my fingers. The volume became low and incoherent as I flicked the volume button. Tatu’s ‘30 Minutes’ was probably one of my favourite songs for letting stress and emotions fade away. Then Damien’s voice rang from beside me, startling the fuck out of me. Really, I was in the zone for a minute there. My driving wasn’t even remembered, it seemed like the last three minutes ceased to exist except for the music. “Erm.” Really, this was priceless. I’d forgotten how close I was to the house. “Not far….I think? Well this was perfect, didn’t look like I was sane at all. My erratic driving and horrid sense of direction really must be impressing this rather good looking boy. Cause everyone likes a crazy, yup I was fucked for a chance to fuck him now.

Coming to the next stop sign I laughed to myself. I was less and a hundred meters from the house. Signalling left I check for vehicles on either side of the truck, it wasn’t like anyone was going to be out on the roads in this weather at all, but playing safe was always a good idea. Silently the truck pulled from the stop sign and into the driveway.

There stood the pride and joy of my mother. The tall grey brick house stood elegantly against the others in the suburb. Although looking quite the same Weller manor was bigger by at least another 3,000 square feet.
The pool was also an addition. Not many other houses in this upper middle class grouping had a pool because of the tonnes of red tape and forms needed to obtain the permissions. Lets just say my mother could get around if she needed to. Letting the Suburban idle for a minute I pondered how we were going to get inside without getting pelted with ice.

We could drive into the garage, but the truck was a little too tall. I’d rather take death than pull onto the lawn to be closer to the door. Letting a few more random ideas float around my brain I could only see one possible way. He’s run like hell and not look back. “On the count of three we run to the door, kay? My voice was a little raspy, the weather affected my moods when I wasn’t at home or somewhere that I knew I could stay safe and warm until mother nature had quit PMSing. Slowly I took the key out of the ignition and put my hands on the door handle. “Three…..Two…..One”

Pulling on the silver handle I ran the hardest I think I ever had. My long toned legs carried me at a almost blistering speed towards the door. Hail pounded off my shoulders and bare chest, causing my body to start stinging from the dime sized ice. Although the length from the truck to the house wasn’t far it seemed to take an eternity to get to the deep mahogany door. Spinning on my heel I pressed the alarm button on the key. The horn honked and the lights flashed. I stared out to see Damien, but he didn’t seem to be in site. Probably hidden by his black clothing. The night and him seemed to be one entity. I could almost see sadness and anger brooding under the surface of his emotional guards sometimes. Even from just observing him out of the corner of my eyes I could sense a story being untold.

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::TAG:: Whomever Wishes
::WORD COUNT:: 751
::OUTFIT:: Click
::COMMENTS:: SOrry If Its all Over The Place, I Had A Bad Day
::LYRIC CREDIT:: Poison ~ Elise Estrada