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Post by eli on Dec 16, 2011 1:28:49 GMT
RUN BECAUSE THEY'RE CHASIN' ME DOWN ! It was probably a good thing that Eli had had enough common sense to keep the Instant Messenger window open while he attempted to order Charlie's... whatever-it-was. He had the warm drink in his hands - free of charge, of course - but he couldn't remember the name of it for the life of him. At least the coffee people knew what they were selling, though that was likely a requirement. Eli wouldn't have remembered the name of the drink if he'd logged off the computer and then gone up to the counter to order it. Luckily, it was fresh in his mind when he headed up, and only after the damn thing was safely in his grasp did he retract his business from the public computer and head out: back to the buses. All of the buses were around the same place, but somehow the bands still didn't all know each other. Then again, everyone had their own personalities, and even some rockstars were just unsociable. Eli wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but it would be a stretch to consider him a recluse, too. He got plenty of social interaction... even if there was a lot of it that didn't necessarily involve talking, just... noises and... exercise... but it was the thought that counted, right? Took two to tango and all that.
Speaking of two to tango, he had to wonder, on his way back to his temporary home, if Char had been serious about the whole thing involving his bed. He was fairly sure that she wasn't, but sometimes it was hard to tell with Charlie. He'd been kidding... for the most part. In his defense, it wasn't as if he could be completely joking. For one, he liked sex. It was a favorite thing of his, maybe even a hobby. And for two, Charlie was, well, gorgeous. He'd be lying if he said he'd never eyefucked her before. Surely he wasn't the only one, but she was picky about who she slept with... unlike Eli. The only time he was picky was when whoever wanted to sleep with him was a friend of his. That exact thing seemed to be happening lately: his friends wanting to sleep with him, and it was almost starting to get on his nerves. Maybe for some people, they could resist, but sex was still sex, even if it was with one of his friends. And, of course, Eli dared hope that maybe they wouldn't get attached to him. Even if they didn't, there was still that chance, and that was probably the only thing that kept him hanging on sometimes. Serious relationships and Eli simply did not mix. He always ended up fucking things up one way or another, so he'd just stopped having them. It wasn't as if he liked breaking hearts. It just... happened. The simplest solution was just to not have serious relationships. He could have tried not cheating or drinking less, not snorting anything, but those were all kind of... hardwired, almost. It was just easier this way.
Eli shook his head to himself as he reached Alpha Bravo Charlie's tour bus. He knocked once on the door and waited a second; it was like a warning, just in case anyone was up to something that may disturb one of the others' eyes. By knocking on the door and waiting for a few seconds, they had time to knock it off, clean up a little, whatever they wanted to do. The idea had come around after Emery had waltzed in on Eli and one of his "friends" fooling around with minimal clothing on the couch. He'd been mortified, and so they'd come up with the knock-and-wait rule as a guideline for one's own eye safety. Eli was fairly sure Char wasn't up to anything that would require the rule, but he always checked. For him, finding one of his friends nearly naked would just not end well. After all, he had urges just like anybody else. Granted, they were maybe just a little stronger and hard to control (because he'd never tried to do so before), but they were still there. And he really didn't need his hormones screaming at him to fuck his friends. No, it was best to avoid that.
So, after about a minute had passed, Eli opened up the door and headed inside, letting it fly shut behind him. Char was lounging on the couch with a movie playing on the small television set, and Eli flopped down next to her, passing the warm coffee over to her. "Special delivery for Her Royal Highness," he said in his usual dry tone, smirking faintly at her. He pushed his sneakers off, kicked his feet up onto the coffee table in front of the couch, threw his arm around her shoulders, and let his head gently knock into hers. Just like that, it was as if he'd been there for hours instead of having just arrived. Eli had a way of making himself as comfortable as he wanted to, no matter how uncomfortable it might have made anyone else feel. Not that Charlie would feel uncomfortable - by now, she was used to this type of behavior from him. Maybe it had been shocking the first few times, and that was probably due to the... somewhat... aversion he had to being in contact with people. Eli didn't even really talk all that much, let alone touch people (in a way that didn't mean sex later), so even his and Char's first hug had probably been rather unexpected. But now Eli was much more comfortable with her, which meant that he was more touchy-feely with her than he'd been at first... just not in a sexual way.
Considering the way they'd been talking, though, how long that lasted would remain to be seen. Eli didn't want to think about that right now, though - leave it for later... or never. Preferably never. Friends with benefits deals never ended well. He'd seen enough movies, read enough books to know that, and that was why it was something he avoided at all costs. Or, at least, whenever he could. It wasn't like he was a difficult person to persuade. When it came to sex, Eli was probably one of the easiest people ever to get into bed. It wasn't really something he was proud of, but hey, he was the one who was currently winning in his and Grey's competition of "who can sleep with more people". There was a whiteboard in the kitchen area to keep track. And, okay, so Eli wasn't winning by much, but winning was winning, and he was totally going to have to remember to rub that in Grey's face later. music,, glass to the arson by anberlin.words,, 1,124.tag you're it,, charlie/jazzie! <3lyrics,, i just wanna run by the downtown fiction.notes,, bleh. rambly post is crappy. D: also, if allie happens to stalk this thread and that isn't how emery would react, then i'm sorry for making inferences and let me love you? <3 at least i don't have to apologize for the competition between greyson and eli because i already got confirmation that that would totally happen. >D |
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Post by charlie on Dec 18, 2011 21:30:42 GMT
 YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHESTCHARLIEADAMS[/size] NOTHING'S TOO EXCESSIVE WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT[/center]
Charlie was just relaxing on the couch watching a movie. She had just finished talking to Eli online and was patiently awaiting his return to the bus with her coffee. She was so excited to finally get some. They always forgot to buy some for the bus, and always just bought booze. She liked coffee when she wasn’t in the mood to drink. And right now…she didn’t want to be drunk. She just wanted something to drink other than water. As she sat there, she thought about their conversation. She was a flirt. Online, offline, that’s just how she was. She never cared who it was when it came to flirting. Sex was another story. She was as picky about guys as she was with shoes.
She had, of course, thought about it. Who wouldn’t? Eli was really cute, and sweet, and just generally fun to be around. She had thought about it, but never really acted upon it. She knew that Eli didn’t like sleeping with his friends, and she didn’t really want to sleep with anyone in the band. The only person she had was Lexi…but that’s only when the two get drunk together. They were just really close friends and all. No one really seemed to mind, since the rest of the band was guys and they usually just watched and get hard. Stupid guys. They could never just ignore two hot drunk girls alone when they were making out.
Then their IM conversation happened. She was sort of joking around, but a part of her was serious. She wouldn’t mind sleeping with him. He knew she was picky, but she could change that for him. Like…it was Eli. She figured that he thought she was completely kidding and she was thinking about making him eat his words or…thoughs rather. She smiled slightly and got up, going over to where her things were. She changed out of her “relaxing” clothes and put something cuter on. Some black leggings, her pink so-so happy taco sweatshirt, and some black heels. Of course, she didn’t have anything underneath the sweatshirt, just a bra. She was going to make this fun.
When she heard the know on the door, she knew it had to be Eli, and made her way back to the couch, making herself comfortable again before he came in. She liked the whole knocking-before-coming-in thing. It saved her a lot of times of seeing someone’s ass when she didn’t want to. That, and kept the others from seeing her naked (while sober) after she took a shower when no one was around. She ran her fingers through her bright pink hair and smiled when he came through the door. She laughed as he spoke and handed her the coffee. “Why thank you, dear sir,” she said, still smiling. She took a sip of it and let out a content breath. It was so yummy.
As he threw his arm around her and rested his head on hers, she just cuddled into him. That was how she liked it. The first time he hugged her was quite awkward, but she was just glad that he warmed up to touching people, because now she could just relax with him and do whatever. She drank some more of her coffee as she thought about how she was going to go about the whole situation. Eli was an easy turn-on, so her options were pretty must limitless. She smirked slightly and took another drink of her coffee and set it down on the table near her. “So,” she said, moving slightly until she sat on top of him. “What would you like to do?” She smiled slightly and ran her finger along his chest, running it down to his waistline and back up. It was a simple start, but a start nonetheless.
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Post by eli on Dec 30, 2011 6:32:20 GMT
RUN BECAUSE THEY'RE CHASIN' ME DOWN !Really, he shouldn't even be deliberating this, not at all. It shouldn't even cross his mind. As a matter of fact, when it was brought up, he should have just said "no" and gone on with his life. Nothing would have changed, and they still be bandmates, and they'd still joke around with each other, Charlie would continue to try to make him associate with people when they went to parties, and everything would be normal. Well, the kind of normal he'd gotten more used to over the last few years. His and the rest of Alpha Bravo Charlie's normal wasn't exactly most people's normal. To be honest, he still wasn't sure how he felt about that. It seemed like just yesterday they were trying to figure out whose house they were going to practice at now that they were a band. Granted, that was before they'd been a legitimate band, before they'd even had a singer. It still seemed like it wasn't that long ago. Hard to think that it was a whole five years prior to now. Or maybe not hard to think, just... funny, in a way. They were famous now. People knew their names. They had albums out. They weren't a group of clueless teenagers playing about what they thought they knew, not anymore. Things could change so much in such a short amount of time.
Maybe that was a sign of sorts, though. Maybe it was telling him that it was okay to fuck Charlie, just once, since he'd missed his chance when they first met, because she had those pesky moral things in place. Eli had morals too -- morals that told him not to fuck his friends. Luckily, he could forget his if he could talk himself into believing that it was really okay. For example, with Charlie, he could start off with that, though she didn't have meaningless one-night-stands like he did because she wanted to fuck someone who was worth her time, she didn't get attached so easily. In turn, that meant he didn't have to worry about the development of feelings on her part, which was precisely why he didn't sleep with his friends in the first place. After all, once they'd witnessed his dazzling personality (yeah, right), they were just goners after they'd had sex with him. He didn't want to have to put up with breaking hearts, he'd done that enough times for it to be old and just make him feel guilty instead. He also didn't have to worry about himself developing feelings, because Charlie, while his friend, was just another person to fuck. They could go back to being friends afterwards because she wouldn't develop feelings -- she didn't get attached easily like that, and because Eli wouldn't develop feelings -- he had none. Well, he could feel affectionate. He could dislike people. Not once in his life had he been in this so-called "love" that lustful young couples felt.
Lust was a different story entirely. He'd felt plenty of that, sometimes even on a daily basis. He used to have friends that were fond of joking about his testosterone overload, and they were probably right. Eli probably had way too much testosterone for his own good. So much so, that if he were to be diagnosed with being addicted to something, it would probably be sex, not coke. Seeing as he wasn't addicted to cocaine in the first place -- he could stop snorting it anytime. Really. That was another matter completely, though. All of these thoughts made it seem like being a rockstar was an expensive lifestyle. At least, it would be if he had to pay for things. Sure, he had to pay for the coke when he wanted it, but the sex was plentiful and free. To have this amount if he hadn't been famous, he'd have needed to have have a line of personal hookers waiting around or something. Well... maybe not that drastic, but when on tour with a bunch of musicians, people were apparently more than willing to forget about any of the inhibitions they would have around normal people. Girls, especially, were like that. That wasn't to say that Eli didn't have his fair share of male fans that were thrilled to attempt to please him, because he most certainly did, it was just a matter of finding them -- but the girls were definitely more common. Sadly, too many of them weren't quite eighteen, and he wasn't about to be put on trial for statutory rape or something of the like, so he had to avoid those ones, going by the code that if they didn't look old enough, they weren't. Sometimes it was a hard call and he needed second, third opinions. That was when bandmates really came in handy.
"It was of no inconvenience, m'lady," he replied at her next words, smirking faintly. It was a little rare, honestly, to see an actual smile on the guitarist's face. If his lips ever went upward, it was, more often than not, in a smirk. It wasn't that he never smiled -- everybody did sometimes, did they not? some people more than others -- it was just that he didn't usually see a reason to. There were more things that were mildly entertaining than things that required a full-blown smile and joy. One thing that almost required a full-blown smile was the outfit Charlie was currently sporting. The sweatshirt itself never failed to bring forth a tiny, tiny smile from Eli, and now it was unzipped just enough to make him wonder if she was even wearing anything underneath it. What a tease, he thought to himself, a little bemused. If she wasn't, that threw any doubt that she might have just been joking around out the window. It didn't really help that none of their bandmates or crew were currently on the bus, which, of course, led Eli to think that perhaps, just perhaps, Charlie wasn't joking with him.
His suspicions were furthered as she took a seat on top of him and ask what he wanted to do as she ran a finger down his chest, then back up. His eyes followed the culprit. He knew she didn't even need him to answer the question. Charlie knew full well what he wanted, and it looked like she was going to give it to him. You couldn't always judge by looks, but Eli really hoped he could take Charlie seriously and that she wasn't really teasing; she was going to let him do what he desperately wanted to, right? She should. It would just be cruel if she didn't, especially seeing as there was a, erm, certain part of him just jumping at the chance to say hello. "Easy turn-on" really was almost giving him too much credit. "Well, I wonder," he murmured, leaning forward just slightly and brushing some of the bubblegum pink hair from her face before looking quite obviously at her lips, then back up to her eyes -- like a silent question of her permission. Even though he really wanted to kiss her, Eli really wasn't kidding when he thought to himself that Charlie could take care of herself. He didn't particularly want to risk getting hit or something like that because she was just playing with him... even if it was completely mean to fuck with his hormones like this. music,, i am the walrus by the beatles.words,, 1,235.tag you're it,, charlie/jazzie. <3lyrics,, i just wanna run by the downtown fiction.notes,, sorry for being ridiculously slow to reply. xD |
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Post by charlie on Jan 11, 2012 18:31:29 GMT
YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHESTCHARLIEADAMS [/size] NOTHING'S TOO EXCESSIVE WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT[/center]
Charlie smiled. She knew it really wasn’t. Hell, he was at the café when she asked. She’d understand if he couldn’t get one if he was somewhere else, but he wasn’t. And she always was happy to get him or her other band mates something yummy from the cute little café they had here. She was a nice person like that. But then again…her band mates were the only ones she’d do that for. She couldn’t help but smile up at him when he noticed her outfit. She obviously didn’t bother with putting a shirt on under the sweatshirt and she could tell he noticed. She had it unzipped just enough, so she couldn’t blame him for staring.
She figured that he was still having doubts on whether or not she was just joking with him. Sure, she joked with him about it before and never did anything but cuddle with the boy, but today…it was different. She wasn’t joking at all. When she sat on him, a small grin played on her lips. She wondered if he still thought she was joking now as her finger ran along his chest. She wasn’t really expecting an answer to the question she gave him, but felt like asking. Maybe he’d actually have something in mind that they could do, but different ideas would come out once they started. She was sure of it.
She had thought about completely being a tease to him and not really do anything, but that would just be rude. Especially to his…”friend” and she couldn’t do that. She may not his parts, but it sucked to get turned on and then left alone. It was not a pleasant feeling. So she wasn’t about to do it to one of her friends. Her face heated up slightly when he brushed some of her hair out of her face. She licked her lips slightly, and bit her bottom lip playfully. When he looked up at her eyes, she could see what he wanted. She had been wanting it for a while. She leaned closer to him, getting rid of whatever space that was left and closed her eyes as she pressed her lips against his.
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