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palace_jonJon sat back in the hard plastic chair and smiled at nothing and at the world in general. He was happy, no, he was incredibly happy, everything was finally coming together for him and he felt like he wanted the whole planet to share in his joy. He picked up his coffee and took a sip, feeling as if he was radiating, beaming . . . sending love and joy to the universe! There was no better feeling in the entire world!
Kate had been swinging her leg where it rested over the arm of the chair when her eye caught again on a dark man with the most amazing eyes she had seen. They made contact with hers and her panties went instantly wet as her heartbeat speed up like she was on a roller coaster. Like a panther, he stood up and began walking toward her. His gaze never left hers and she felt like she was going to melt right through the chair. "Oh my gawd. I want some of that."
Greek snuck another glance at the man at the next table. He had the most fuckin' gorgeous skin. Smooth and deep. IT would take ink like a fuckin dream. As he looked he suddenly knew, absofuckinlutely knew he had to touch it, to paint it. It would be a crime against nature for that skin to not have art on it. He stood and, holding the bottle of mustard in his hand squirted someone his palm and walked up to the man and placed a yellow hand print on his chest. "I wanna make you art." He said reverently. "My masterpiece."
Jacob tapped his fingers on the table, thinking about who he should... He took a deep breath, a warmth seeming to fill his chest. His eyes lit upon a guy he had barely glanced at earlier. Before he knew it he was on his feet and taking a step toward him. He stopped, needing to find just the right words to make this creature his.
Al looked down at the handprint on his chest and stood up, nose to nose with the man. "You want to make me art? That's the most amazing thing I've ever heard," he said, awed, stripping off the vest he'd been wearing and baring his whole chest. "Go ahead- anything you like. Show me- show the world what you can do."
Enjoying his lunch, Matt had been about to answer Sala's question about how he was enjoying living in Balize when he felt an incredible sensation roll through his body. Looking up, he saw Sala's eyes light up and shivered in reaction. Faintly, he whispered "oh gosh..."
Jon looked around at all the sudden upsurge of activity in the cafe. Palace, he thought, turning back to the view. Least everyone looked as happy as he felt.
Brad and Travis gasped in unison, than swung to look at the dark haired stranger. He was sending to them so clearly they could almost hear it. As one they got up and walked over to him. Pulling his chair out, they crouched on either side of him, nuzzling at his neck. "Brad." "Travis." "Marcus." He barely managed to get out before thoughts became past his reach.
Greek almost fell to his knees in gratitude and thanks. "You're perfect. Just fucking perfect." Grabbing the steak-sauce and ketchup he opened them and poured puddles on the tabletop. Dipping his fingers he begin to draw patterns on the man's chest, down to his waist and up over his shoulders. "I want to show the world what beauty is, what art is." Tears formed in his eyes as he saw the masterpiece begin to form under his hands.
Dwayne had his lunch on a tray and was wandering around looking for a seat when a warm rush of feeling flooded his chest. He stopped and scanned the seats nearest his, seeing Sala and Matt close by, staring into one another's eyes. He walked over to their table. "You should." he said, nodding and grinning. "Really."
Gary reached the table and grabbed the pretty lady with the dark hair and sexier than sin eyes and lifted her onto the table. I'm Gary and I can't stand to not touch you right now." "I'm Kate and shit yes! I knew I wanted some dessert today." She reached over and pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist and laying back over the table. Gary swept the dishes there onto the floor with a loud crash.
Al watched Greek, entranced, then stopped him, holding his hand out and stepping back a pace. "Wait," he murmured, undoing the tie to his silk pants and stepping out as they fell to the floor. "No restrictions- no boundaries. Just paint."
Jacob couldn't wait any longer. Forcing himself into some semblance of control, he sat next to the beautiful creature. "You deserve to be worshipped." He picked up Jon's hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it.
The little old lady touched Jon lightly on the shoulder, smiling warmly at him. "What size are you, dear? That color you've got on doesn't suit you at all- I'm going to knit you a lovely warm sweater- teal I think," she said decidedly.
Jon's eyes near-bugged out of his head. He'd begun to think of himself as accustomed to the 'Palace ways' but this was rather . . . forward, even for Palace! "Erm. Thank you?" He tried. Someone tapped his shoulder and he got to his feet when he looked and saw a little old lady standing behind him. "Sweater? Why, thank you." He looked around, confused but delighted.
Kevin had just spotted the little religious when he felt a glow over his body. Stepping closer, he gently reached around an older woman to stroke Jon's face. "You can have free drinks at the bar tonight if you want. I'll make you a really good steak sandwich too."
Greek sobbed in appreciation and dropped to his knees. Reverently he grabbed the bowl of tartar sauce and drew moons around the beautiful man's groin. Using mustard he made bridges of constellations crawling around his canvas on his knees. "The world will adore you."
"That's, umm, very nice of you." Jon was beginning to feel a little hemmed in. He tried to move, to get himself some space, but the chair was in the way.
Brad and Travis slowly lowered Marcus's chair to the ground, each trailed their mouths and hands over him. Marcus arched up, completely at their mercy and loving every second. Tangling his hand in their hair, he kissed first one, than the other, tongue pressing deep into their mouths.
Matt found himself sitting in Sala's lap having the breath sucked out of him. Moaning, he rocked his body harder against the huge guy. Tearing his mouth away to breath, he almost screamed when Sala bit down on his earlobe.
Jacob saw none of the others, his eyes were solely on his love. He laid his cheek in Jon's hand. "Let me treat you as you deserve to be. Taken care of, cherished."
"Yes- teal I think- a nice cable knit- something to keep you warm. You look thin, dear- are you sure you're eating enough?" Mabel Dickson said, peering up at Jon, her brow furrowed in concern.
Elijah walked down the hall past the café-studying the pages in his hands. Harry had told him to have the final figures ready by that afternoon and Elijah was almost finished, he was proud oif the job he had down on the report and smiled. As he flipped a page he stopped, staring at the chart. It was incredible. He hadn't realized how perfect the numbers summed up this years intake. He clutched the report to his chest. It was perfect. He laughed, it was the best work he had ever done and Harry was going to be thrilled.
"Cherished? Umm, yes, thank you. That's very nice." Jon looked at the old lady. "So nice of you to worry." he told her, looking around with a little more desperation than before.
Guy strolled into the cafeteria, filling up a cup of coffee and heading over to the cash desk. Huh. Looks like Marcus's met Travis and Brad, good for them he thought as he looked up briefly, looking down and cursing as he spilled a bit of coffee on his hand. Wiping it off on his pants, he looked up again. "Wow... go Kate. Damn- orgy in the cafe and no one invited me? I'm insulted," he said to himself, grinning, then freezing momentarily.
What the hell was Jon doing in the middle of an orgy- and Jesus FUCK I forgot how hot his lips are! Guy thought, moaning aloud and setting his coffee down, making a beeline for Jon. I've felt this before- I know I've goddamn it anyway, I'll just pin him up against the wall and fuck the hell out of him, and then I can drag him out of here and protect his virtue-- no! Damn it, Guy- focus!
Jon looked around the room, seeing people kissing and . . . Oh my! And there was somebody over there painting someone else with sauce! The happy feeling began to slowly fade away, driven out by his mounting confusion as more people approached him, all wanting to give, or touch or . . . something. This was very weird. He was beginning to panic, the number of people surrounding him growing more oppressive by the moment and Jon looked around again for a means of escape. There was a woman and a man and they were . . . ! He looked away quickly, spotting Guy through the crowd and giving him a wide-eyed silent appeal for help!
Jacob blinked, looking at the hand held in his. He let go of it, backing away as he saw the alarm in the man's eyes. He looked around, a sudden shiver coming over him.
Greek sneezed and looked down at his hands. ' What the - " Condiments. He looked up a the rather large, erect, apparently ketchup covered cock three inches in front of him. "What the fuck.'" He said, blinking and looking up at the man to whom the erection belonged. "Hello." Greek said.
Al opened his eyes wide, staring at the man on his knees in front of him. "Umm- could you hand me some napkins or-- actually fuck the napkins, just my pants. Now would be really great." he added, staring at his condiment covered body, hoping that it wasn't the ketchup that was causing his arousal.
Greek handed the man his pants. "Yeah sure thing." He said and stood to leave then turned and handed the man his card. "If you ever want non-food art. Call me." He ducked his head and hurried from the room.
Dwayne put his tray down on the table, looked around the room and thought, something's not right here. He glanced at Sala, who appeared to be trying to dine on the kid he was with and gave his friend a rough shaking. "Hey!" he said. "Time and place, man."
Dazed, Matt opened his eyes when Sala carded his hand through his hair. "Matt? Mattie?" Matt looked up to see Harry's pet rock peering at him. "Ohgoshohgoshohgosh, are we outside?"
Kate was moaning as Gary's big hands rubbed and teased on her nipples. She opened her eyes and blinked to realize she was in the cafe. Surely, this wasn't a good thing, was it? But Gary's erection ground against her and she closed her eyes again.
Gary lifted up and stared down at the woman under him. "Holy shit, this is not a good place for this. You have a room?" Actually uncomfortable for the first time in her life, Kate put her shirt back together and slithered off the table, grabbing Gary's arm and pulling him after her.
Guy fought through the crowd of people, and grabbed Jon by the arm, noting the feel of his smooth skin against his- "Dammit Jon- stop doing... whatever it is you're doing, cos I don't have time to stop and fuck you right now if we're gonna make it out of this crowd!"
Jon blinked as Guy grabbed him. "Me?" he stammered. "I didn't . . I haven't. Please just get me out of here. Guy, please." He clutched his friend's arm like it was his only lifeline.
"I'll just do the sweater up and leave it at the desk for you, shall I dear?" Mabel called after Jon, still smiling pleasantly.
Dwayne looked around. Everything seemed to be heading back to normal and he scratched the side of his head, wondering again what the fuck had just happened. There were only one or two . . . or maybe three. He wandered over. "Guys." he said. "Guys!" Louder when they failed to heed him. Three sets of glazed eyes looked up at him. "Get a room." he told them.
Marcus came back to himself with a start, pulling back to look at the two men he was kissing. He could see the confusion in their eyes that he knew must be in his. Than he smiled, beginning to chuckle. "Something tells me you two are way out of my pay range. But I thank you for this."
Brad and Travis looked at each other, the same smile spreading over their faces. "We could make an exception." Brad sat up.
"We do need someone to practice on. Work out our....'techniques." Travis stood up, helping the other two up.
"Than I think I can be of help. Photographic memory." Marcus winked. "Can tell you what improves each time."
Fixing the chair, Brad laughed. "Than we have to talk."
Elijah looked at the report and frowned. "Shit, it isn't perfect. Good, but right there - the level eights, one of the figures is wrong." Mumbling and shaking his head, Elijah headed back to his office to fix the error.
"Why were all those people centered in on you then, and goddamn but you look sexy when you open your eyes all wide like- GAH!" Guy yelled, shaking his head. "Okay, lets move along a little faster, shall we, Jon?"
"Umm, yes, thank you." Jon spoke over his shoulder as he followed Guy who was pushing through the crowd of people surrounding him. He looked right and left, eyes wide with shock at the sights he was seeing, until they were outside the cafe doors and he was free to let go.
He collapsed back against the wall, eyes closed now, clinging to the plaster as he'd clung to Guy, as if it were the only thing holding him up. Guy's words came back to him and he opened his eyes to see Guy regarding him with folded arms and a raised eyebrow. "What?"
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OOC: Many cheeky thanks to the muns-of-mayhem: Jay,Jess,Renee and Lex.
Kate had been swinging her leg where it rested over the arm of the chair when her eye caught again on a dark man with the most amazing eyes she had seen. They made contact with hers and her panties went instantly wet as her heartbeat speed up like she was on a roller coaster. Like a panther, he stood up and began walking toward her. His gaze never left hers and she felt like she was going to melt right through the chair. "Oh my gawd. I want some of that."
Greek snuck another glance at the man at the next table. He had the most fuckin' gorgeous skin. Smooth and deep. IT would take ink like a fuckin dream. As he looked he suddenly knew, absofuckinlutely knew he had to touch it, to paint it. It would be a crime against nature for that skin to not have art on it. He stood and, holding the bottle of mustard in his hand squirted someone his palm and walked up to the man and placed a yellow hand print on his chest. "I wanna make you art." He said reverently. "My masterpiece."
Jacob tapped his fingers on the table, thinking about who he should... He took a deep breath, a warmth seeming to fill his chest. His eyes lit upon a guy he had barely glanced at earlier. Before he knew it he was on his feet and taking a step toward him. He stopped, needing to find just the right words to make this creature his.
Al looked down at the handprint on his chest and stood up, nose to nose with the man. "You want to make me art? That's the most amazing thing I've ever heard," he said, awed, stripping off the vest he'd been wearing and baring his whole chest. "Go ahead- anything you like. Show me- show the world what you can do."
Enjoying his lunch, Matt had been about to answer Sala's question about how he was enjoying living in Balize when he felt an incredible sensation roll through his body. Looking up, he saw Sala's eyes light up and shivered in reaction. Faintly, he whispered "oh gosh..."
Jon looked around at all the sudden upsurge of activity in the cafe. Palace, he thought, turning back to the view. Least everyone looked as happy as he felt.
Brad and Travis gasped in unison, than swung to look at the dark haired stranger. He was sending to them so clearly they could almost hear it. As one they got up and walked over to him. Pulling his chair out, they crouched on either side of him, nuzzling at his neck. "Brad." "Travis." "Marcus." He barely managed to get out before thoughts became past his reach.
Greek almost fell to his knees in gratitude and thanks. "You're perfect. Just fucking perfect." Grabbing the steak-sauce and ketchup he opened them and poured puddles on the tabletop. Dipping his fingers he begin to draw patterns on the man's chest, down to his waist and up over his shoulders. "I want to show the world what beauty is, what art is." Tears formed in his eyes as he saw the masterpiece begin to form under his hands.
Dwayne had his lunch on a tray and was wandering around looking for a seat when a warm rush of feeling flooded his chest. He stopped and scanned the seats nearest his, seeing Sala and Matt close by, staring into one another's eyes. He walked over to their table. "You should." he said, nodding and grinning. "Really."
Gary reached the table and grabbed the pretty lady with the dark hair and sexier than sin eyes and lifted her onto the table. I'm Gary and I can't stand to not touch you right now." "I'm Kate and shit yes! I knew I wanted some dessert today." She reached over and pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist and laying back over the table. Gary swept the dishes there onto the floor with a loud crash.
Al watched Greek, entranced, then stopped him, holding his hand out and stepping back a pace. "Wait," he murmured, undoing the tie to his silk pants and stepping out as they fell to the floor. "No restrictions- no boundaries. Just paint."
Jacob couldn't wait any longer. Forcing himself into some semblance of control, he sat next to the beautiful creature. "You deserve to be worshipped." He picked up Jon's hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it.
The little old lady touched Jon lightly on the shoulder, smiling warmly at him. "What size are you, dear? That color you've got on doesn't suit you at all- I'm going to knit you a lovely warm sweater- teal I think," she said decidedly.
Jon's eyes near-bugged out of his head. He'd begun to think of himself as accustomed to the 'Palace ways' but this was rather . . . forward, even for Palace! "Erm. Thank you?" He tried. Someone tapped his shoulder and he got to his feet when he looked and saw a little old lady standing behind him. "Sweater? Why, thank you." He looked around, confused but delighted.
Kevin had just spotted the little religious when he felt a glow over his body. Stepping closer, he gently reached around an older woman to stroke Jon's face. "You can have free drinks at the bar tonight if you want. I'll make you a really good steak sandwich too."
Greek sobbed in appreciation and dropped to his knees. Reverently he grabbed the bowl of tartar sauce and drew moons around the beautiful man's groin. Using mustard he made bridges of constellations crawling around his canvas on his knees. "The world will adore you."
"That's, umm, very nice of you." Jon was beginning to feel a little hemmed in. He tried to move, to get himself some space, but the chair was in the way.
Brad and Travis slowly lowered Marcus's chair to the ground, each trailed their mouths and hands over him. Marcus arched up, completely at their mercy and loving every second. Tangling his hand in their hair, he kissed first one, than the other, tongue pressing deep into their mouths.
Matt found himself sitting in Sala's lap having the breath sucked out of him. Moaning, he rocked his body harder against the huge guy. Tearing his mouth away to breath, he almost screamed when Sala bit down on his earlobe.
Jacob saw none of the others, his eyes were solely on his love. He laid his cheek in Jon's hand. "Let me treat you as you deserve to be. Taken care of, cherished."
"Yes- teal I think- a nice cable knit- something to keep you warm. You look thin, dear- are you sure you're eating enough?" Mabel Dickson said, peering up at Jon, her brow furrowed in concern.
Elijah walked down the hall past the café-studying the pages in his hands. Harry had told him to have the final figures ready by that afternoon and Elijah was almost finished, he was proud oif the job he had down on the report and smiled. As he flipped a page he stopped, staring at the chart. It was incredible. He hadn't realized how perfect the numbers summed up this years intake. He clutched the report to his chest. It was perfect. He laughed, it was the best work he had ever done and Harry was going to be thrilled.
"Cherished? Umm, yes, thank you. That's very nice." Jon looked at the old lady. "So nice of you to worry." he told her, looking around with a little more desperation than before.
Guy strolled into the cafeteria, filling up a cup of coffee and heading over to the cash desk. Huh. Looks like Marcus's met Travis and Brad, good for them he thought as he looked up briefly, looking down and cursing as he spilled a bit of coffee on his hand. Wiping it off on his pants, he looked up again. "Wow... go Kate. Damn- orgy in the cafe and no one invited me? I'm insulted," he said to himself, grinning, then freezing momentarily.
What the hell was Jon doing in the middle of an orgy- and Jesus FUCK I forgot how hot his lips are! Guy thought, moaning aloud and setting his coffee down, making a beeline for Jon. I've felt this before- I know I've goddamn it anyway, I'll just pin him up against the wall and fuck the hell out of him, and then I can drag him out of here and protect his virtue-- no! Damn it, Guy- focus!
Jon looked around the room, seeing people kissing and . . . Oh my! And there was somebody over there painting someone else with sauce! The happy feeling began to slowly fade away, driven out by his mounting confusion as more people approached him, all wanting to give, or touch or . . . something. This was very weird. He was beginning to panic, the number of people surrounding him growing more oppressive by the moment and Jon looked around again for a means of escape. There was a woman and a man and they were . . . ! He looked away quickly, spotting Guy through the crowd and giving him a wide-eyed silent appeal for help!
Jacob blinked, looking at the hand held in his. He let go of it, backing away as he saw the alarm in the man's eyes. He looked around, a sudden shiver coming over him.
Greek sneezed and looked down at his hands. ' What the - " Condiments. He looked up a the rather large, erect, apparently ketchup covered cock three inches in front of him. "What the fuck.'" He said, blinking and looking up at the man to whom the erection belonged. "Hello." Greek said.
Al opened his eyes wide, staring at the man on his knees in front of him. "Umm- could you hand me some napkins or-- actually fuck the napkins, just my pants. Now would be really great." he added, staring at his condiment covered body, hoping that it wasn't the ketchup that was causing his arousal.
Greek handed the man his pants. "Yeah sure thing." He said and stood to leave then turned and handed the man his card. "If you ever want non-food art. Call me." He ducked his head and hurried from the room.
Dwayne put his tray down on the table, looked around the room and thought, something's not right here. He glanced at Sala, who appeared to be trying to dine on the kid he was with and gave his friend a rough shaking. "Hey!" he said. "Time and place, man."
Dazed, Matt opened his eyes when Sala carded his hand through his hair. "Matt? Mattie?" Matt looked up to see Harry's pet rock peering at him. "Ohgoshohgoshohgosh, are we outside?"
Kate was moaning as Gary's big hands rubbed and teased on her nipples. She opened her eyes and blinked to realize she was in the cafe. Surely, this wasn't a good thing, was it? But Gary's erection ground against her and she closed her eyes again.
Gary lifted up and stared down at the woman under him. "Holy shit, this is not a good place for this. You have a room?" Actually uncomfortable for the first time in her life, Kate put her shirt back together and slithered off the table, grabbing Gary's arm and pulling him after her.
Guy fought through the crowd of people, and grabbed Jon by the arm, noting the feel of his smooth skin against his- "Dammit Jon- stop doing... whatever it is you're doing, cos I don't have time to stop and fuck you right now if we're gonna make it out of this crowd!"
Jon blinked as Guy grabbed him. "Me?" he stammered. "I didn't . . I haven't. Please just get me out of here. Guy, please." He clutched his friend's arm like it was his only lifeline.
"I'll just do the sweater up and leave it at the desk for you, shall I dear?" Mabel called after Jon, still smiling pleasantly.
Dwayne looked around. Everything seemed to be heading back to normal and he scratched the side of his head, wondering again what the fuck had just happened. There were only one or two . . . or maybe three. He wandered over. "Guys." he said. "Guys!" Louder when they failed to heed him. Three sets of glazed eyes looked up at him. "Get a room." he told them.
Marcus came back to himself with a start, pulling back to look at the two men he was kissing. He could see the confusion in their eyes that he knew must be in his. Than he smiled, beginning to chuckle. "Something tells me you two are way out of my pay range. But I thank you for this."
Brad and Travis looked at each other, the same smile spreading over their faces. "We could make an exception." Brad sat up.
"We do need someone to practice on. Work out our....'techniques." Travis stood up, helping the other two up.
"Than I think I can be of help. Photographic memory." Marcus winked. "Can tell you what improves each time."
Fixing the chair, Brad laughed. "Than we have to talk."
Elijah looked at the report and frowned. "Shit, it isn't perfect. Good, but right there - the level eights, one of the figures is wrong." Mumbling and shaking his head, Elijah headed back to his office to fix the error.
"Why were all those people centered in on you then, and goddamn but you look sexy when you open your eyes all wide like- GAH!" Guy yelled, shaking his head. "Okay, lets move along a little faster, shall we, Jon?"
"Umm, yes, thank you." Jon spoke over his shoulder as he followed Guy who was pushing through the crowd of people surrounding him. He looked right and left, eyes wide with shock at the sights he was seeing, until they were outside the cafe doors and he was free to let go.
He collapsed back against the wall, eyes closed now, clinging to the plaster as he'd clung to Guy, as if it were the only thing holding him up. Guy's words came back to him and he opened his eyes to see Guy regarding him with folded arms and a raised eyebrow. "What?"
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OOC: Many cheeky thanks to the muns-of-mayhem: Jay,Jess,Renee and Lex.
