Asher Harris
human
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Post by Asher Harris on Aug 12, 2008 9:49:40 GMT -5
"Wow, I can get sexual too"
If he hadn’t already gone back to sitting back down, Asher probably would have fallen on top of Trenton when he suggested that they find out just how bad Asher could be. More importantly, Asher wouldn’t have minded this. If Trenton really wanted to find out how bad he could be, then he probably would have ended up on top of the other boy eventually anyway. It was almost a tragedy in Asher’s mind that he hadn’t let himself hover just that little bit longer so that he could do this, but maybe he would get the chance to make up for it later, so he didn’t let it bother him. For now, he just settled for a brazen grin and a slight wink. "Oh, I'm bad to the bone. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get the chance to see that for yourself." Yeah, it wasn't exactly sophisticated sounding, but who cared? Flirting wasn't all about poetic moments, and rainbows.
Trent's next statement almost made Asher frown. If he hadn't of been grinning so openly, Asher might have been a little confused as to how he could possible know that about him - for it was certainly true that he would never be able to hurt Trenton. Or anyone else for that matter. He just wasn't that type of guy. Not letting this slight throw off disturb him though, he let his mind wander for the right words to say, before he spoke in sultry tones. "It depends on where you want me to lay my fingers." As he spoke, he hesitantly placed his hand on Trenton’s thigh, letting his fingers run across the dark material of his inner thigh a few times. He couldn’t but get a little thrill out of this. He was tempted to let his hand roam up further then he should. It was official. Trenton had managed to make Asher’s dirty/playful side emerge. And now that it had come out, there was no saying whether they would ever be able to make it go away again.
[[So short, sorry. >_<]]
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Trenton Colville
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illusion teleportation time manipulation disintegration
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Post by Trenton Colville on Aug 18, 2008 8:27:19 GMT -5
"am I turning out to be too much for you?"
[/center] It was completely unintentional when Trenton let out a hearty laugh to Asher's words. Oh how he wished that the boy's words held an ounce of truth because he would absolutely love to find out. He sent Asher a disbelieving look, shaking his head slightly. Tilting his head to the side, he grinned widely in an almost 'I can't believe you said that' way. "Oh Asher," he said with a laugh, bringing up a hand to cup the boy's cheek. "You're too adorable. Did you know that?" Trenton let his hand fall away slower than he should of, his fingers ghosting over Asher's skin. For a moment, Trenton just stared at him, a strange urge to just... kiss him taking over. Cue eruption of butterflies in his stomach. Since when did he ever have tender and romantic thoughts about anyone? This wasn't him. But, for some reason, he wasn't really minding this whole romantic side of him. It was refreshing. It was different. It was caused by Asher. "It depends on where you want me to lay my fingers."Cue nervous gulp. Trenton was pretty sure it just got about 10 degrees warmer outside. How come he couldn't get this side of Asher out in the open earlier? And then. Oh God. He felt Asher's hand on his thigh, and he quickly looked down to make sure it was real. Since when was he the adventurous type? The type to make initiative? Trenton felt his stomach clench pleasantly in arousal, a shaky breath being extracted from his lips. He cast a glance at Asher's hand running up and down his thigh. He had more than half a mind to grab it and place his hand just a bit higher. Pushing aside that thought, he leaned forward, his own hand taking its turn to run up and down Asher's leg. "You know," he said, voice rougher than usual, hand trailing along his inner thigh, "You shouldn't tease me in such a way." He allowed his body to lean as far forward as he could without falling forward, a grin dancing over his lips. [/blockquote][/size][/color]
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Asher Harris
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ability to phase through objects or people
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Post by Asher Harris on Aug 19, 2008 8:59:51 GMT -5
"Baby don't be gentle, I can handle anything."
Ouch. Asher could almost cry. Here he was trying to be flirty, and Trenton was laughing at him and looking like he wasn't believing a word of what he was saying. That wasn't how this was supposed to work. He was supposed to be slowly wooing Trenton into his arms. Instead, he was just being laughed at. Maybe it was time he bid adieu to Trenton. Or better yet, just ran sobbing from the Courtyard to spend the rest of the night crying into his pillow. Would that be considered too extreme? Probably.
Before he could seriously decide whether he should make a hasty retreat or not, Trenton made Asher's mind stop. Just one touch of his cheek and a few well spoken words, and Asher completely dismissed any ideas of leaving as time seemed to freeze around him. It made no sense for him to leave when he was getting to experience the loving touch of this boy whom he could seriously fall head over heels for. He just wanted to sit like this forever, and it almost felt at that moment like he could do that.
Asher was struck by the reality of time almost immediately though, when Trenton slowly dropped his hand. Before Asher had time to be disappointed by this removal, Trent's hand had instead moved to his own leg. It was almost like Trenton was punishing him for daring to be so forward with him - only a good kind of punishment. It made him falter a little, inhaling deeply. Asher couldn't help but stop his own stroking, his hand halting just short of the place his mischievous fingers begged to touch.
As Trenton leant in closer, Asher found himself mirroring Trenton, and moving in forward, his ears loving the sound of his voice. "Oh, really? Why is that?" He let his head fall slightly to the side as he eyed Trenton's perfect lips. "Are you planning on paying me back for this somehow?" Their faces were now so close that if he wanted to, Trenton could easily head butt him if he had wanted to. That wasn't what Asher was hoping Trent would do though. Instead he hoped that Trenton would make use of those lips that he couldn't tear his eyes away from.
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Trenton Colville
wizard
illusion teleportation time manipulation disintegration
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Post by Trenton Colville on Aug 20, 2008 8:48:11 GMT -5
"I'm gonna prove that I'm everything you have ever wanted, plus a little bit more."
[/center] This wasn’t like him. He didn’t get butterflies. He didn’t get nervous. He didn’t blush. He wasn’t romantic. He wasn’t tender. Well, he wasn’t. But now he could see himself being this way. All because of Asher. Trenton watched, slightly amused, to Asher’s reaction to his hand upon his cheek. The way he took a deep breath made his stomach flip. The way his hand stopped stroking his leg made him smile slightly. Maybe, just maybe, he did something right. Actually, he did something right and it was with Asher. His head was unable to wrap around the pure idea. “Pay you back?” Trenton questioned softly, a smile tugging on his lips. “Just possibly.” As Asher leaned forward into him, he felt his cheeks warm significantly. Why was he so damn nervous about this? It wasn’t like he hasn’t ever been this close to a guy. Especially a guy as attractive as Asher. Hell, he doesn’t think there was honestly a guy more attractive than him. But these thoughts would never be spoken, let alone brought up to the front of his mind. Asher’s words were so tempting the way they dangled from his lips. Maybe… maybe if he just… He wasn’t thinking. His eyes darted from Asher’s lips to his eyes and back again. Would this be alright? Would he be pushed away? At the moment, he couldn’t think straight and he didn’t care. The way the boy looked under the moonlight, beautiful and innocent, it caused him to lean forward, closing the small space between them. Trenton let his eyes slip shut as his head tilted slightly to the side. The moment their lips touched, God, he couldn’t even describe it. No, of course he’s kissed other people before. But… None of them were like this. He felt a blush cross over his cheeks as he pressed only just a tad harder, his stomach flip flopping this way and that, the back of his mind begging Asher not to push him away. [ so short. sorry. D': <3 ] [/blockquote][/size][/color]
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Asher Harris
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ability to phase through objects or people
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Post by Asher Harris on Aug 25, 2008 1:56:55 GMT -5
"and he kissed me 'til the morning light"
Just possibly. The words themselves weren't exactly promising, but this mattered little to Asher. All he cared for was the adorable smile that danced like music on his lips, and the touch of pink that had washed over his cheeks. He was even almost sure that he could feel a cloud of nervousness hanging in the air, and what was more, he was certain that it wasn't all caused by him. These factors all spoke in volumes turned up much higher then his words. It did nothing to calm any of his anxiety, yet it did manage to make him feel just a little more confidence in the situation.
It was perhaps thanks to this newly found confidence that when Trenton's eyes closed and he moved in forward to close the last five or so inches that separated their faces, that Asher didn't pull back or show any misgivings. Instead, he let his own eyes close before kissing Trenton back, albeit a little clumsily. He blindly sent his hand sailing over Trent's shoulder. There his fingers tangled themselves in his hair, holding him there as if he was worried that Trenton might back away from the kiss.
While Asher's lips grabbed almost desperately at Trenton's, his mind was bombarded with thoughts of passionate kisses, private rendezvous, and secret touches. None of this was realistic. For the last two and a bit years he had barely even spoken to Trenton, and now they had only shared a brief, although admittedly flirty, conversation and Asher was already placing his hands on parts of Trent that he probably shouldn't be touching, and kissing him as if he needed the other boys taste in his mouth to be able to continue living. He was being stupid, he knew, but that didn't make him want this any less.
Finally the kiss broke, Asher's lips trembling slightly as he pulled away. They still tingled slightly in remembrance of their union with Trent's mouth, but mostly they just felt cold. Asher almost pushed his face back onto Trenton's just to feel the lovely warmth that he had felt while they had been joined. He restrained himself though. Even in this eager state he knew he needed to keep his head. He was all too aware of the life that had come to his groin, and Asher knew that if he didn't control his urges now he would be likely to attempt for something much more physical and intimate then just kissing.
Reopening his eyes, Asher once again took in the pleasant sight of Trenton - his vision slightly obscured by his hair falling carelessly over his forehead. Ignoring his hair, Asher let a playful smile come over his face as he eyed Trenton before speaking in a light tone. "What's your boyfriend going to say about that?" He was nearly 100% sure that Trenton didn't have a boyfriend, but he figured it was probably better he checked. Besides, he thought that he had asked it in a way that Trent would probably assume he was just playing anyway. So he waited for what he hoped would be a playful reply, trying not to think of what he would do if it was revealed Trent already had someone he didn't know about.
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Trenton Colville
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illusion teleportation time manipulation disintegration
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Post by Trenton Colville on Nov 2, 2008 0:16:47 GMT -5
”never did listen that well always crave to kiss and tell“
[/i] As he finally pulled away, Trenton couldn’t quite douse the small pang of loss referring to Asher’s lips leaving his. He pressed his lips together, as if in complete disbelief, trying to recreate the feeling. But it was all in vain. Asher’s lips were one of a kind. He wasn’t going to lie. Asher was possibly one of the most attractive people he’d ever laid eyes on. And the fact that he just kissed him? The idea seemed a little far fetched, even for him, but if it had really happened? Then… well… he was pretty damn happy about it. He opened his eyes to see Asher’s still lightly closed, his hair in his face. Trenton carefully reached a hand up, brushing away the few pieces of Asher’s hair that had fallen into his eyes. He smiled lightheartedly, tilting his head at his question. Boyfriend? Like Trenton had one. Sure, he slept with people, but they didn’t mean a thing. He didn’t even remotely like those people. They were just friends or acquaintances. And the mere mention made him feel slightly dirty now that he thought about it. “That depends,” Trenton mused, staring at Asher for a moment. He let a moment pass, pretending to think deeply on the question. He could take this in any direction he wanted to. Keyphrase, if he wanted to. Even though he was sure that Asher was joking, what if he really did want a valid answer? Was it just him, or was he thinking this over too much? “What would you say?” Trenton asked, eyeing the boy in front of him, waiting to see how he would take the simple statement. Inside, he was really starting to wonder which way Asher would take it, because thinking back on it, those four words could mean anything. But what did Trent mean by them? He let out a sort of awkward cough, adverting his eyes for a moment. “I meant,” he muttered, trying to sort out his thoughts. “Actually,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “I don’t know what I meant. I mean, I do, but if you took it offensively, I didn’t mean it that way? Wait, was it even offensive?” Trenton felt his heart drop and his cheeks flare with heat, emphasizing his embarrassment. Let it be known: This was probably the first time Trenton Scott Colville was ever nervous because of a single person. Well, it was the first time in his mind, since the first real time didn’t matter. But this was a phenomenon, and if he were able to speak without rambling, he probably would tell Asher that he was the first person to ever make him really nervous. Probably. He let out a nervous laugh, sighing in defeat as he gave up trying to explain himself. “Just… uhm… nevermind,” he muttered, looking away for a moment. His mind was racing with things to say, but none of them seemed to save himself from the situation and would only result in more humiliation. So, instead, he settled for silence and sulking in his mortification. I bet that if Asher didn't think I was an idiot before, he sure as hell does now.[/size][/blockquote][/color]
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Asher Harris
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Post by Asher Harris on Nov 10, 2008 4:28:48 GMT -5
"So what are you doing here? You know exactly what I'm doing here."
Asher almost recoiled away from Trenton's hand when he reached out to brush the hair out of his face. He was afraid of letting Trenton touch him. He was worried that if he let there be contact between them again, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from throwing himself back on top of Trenton, and as appealing as that seemed, he was determined to not let his hormones control his actions.
So as Trent's fingers skimmed lightly across his forehead, he tensed up, holding his breath. He waited till the brief contact of Trenton's fingertips on him was broken. Only then did he exhale, and let himself relax enough to enjoy the beautiful sight of the boy before him.
He had only just settled back into his station of happily watching this boy that he barely dared to believe wasn't some kind of illusion, when he was thrown off again.
What would he say? Trenton's meaning of the words escaped Asher. He knew what he would like the words to mean, but he doubted that Trenton actually meant that. The only way he could possibly mean what he wanted him to mean was if he was suffering from some kind of head injury.
Oh God! Maybe, that was it. Maybe he did have a head injury! That would explain everything. The number one explanation being as to why someone as good looking as Trenton could kiss anyone as plain as he was in the first place.
Convinced that this new theory of his must be right, Asher listened intently, trying to find some for of confirmation in Trenton's next set of words.
To his surprise, he didn't find the proof he expected. Sure Trenton was rambling in a way that was very unlike him, but his words all seemed coherent, and somewhat relevant. It was with a confusing mixture of pleasure and bewilderment that he accepted that maybe Trenton really was meaning to say the words he wanted him to say so badly.
This dilemma out of the way, Asher focused entirely on what Trenton had said. The rambling, it was cute, but it so un-Trenton-esque that he hated it. He didn't want him to be any different around him to how he was with others. He liked him the way he normally was. He had to stop Trenton from becoming this new, cute, bumbling thing. He had to distract him somehow...
Bringing his hand up, Asher's index and centre finger were placed across Trenton's soft, moist lips. This was immediately followed by a slight blush, as he realised the moisture he felt was most probably caused by his own saliva. He didn't allow himself to dwell on this thought. If he did that, then he wouldn't be able to get around to saying what he wanted to say. He wouldn't get to distract him by replying to his lovely words.
"Hush, boy," he muttered in a voice that was nowhere near as sexy as he would have liked it to be. "I would say..." He paused, appearing to ponder what he was going to say, when in reality, he was just trying to gather the courage to speak the words that he was dying to voice. It wasn't like he had ever had the chance to say anything like he wanted to say to anyone as beautiful as Trent before, so he had to be careful to make sure he did this right.
"I would say," he started again in what was close to a whisper, "that I'm yours. For as long as you want me." He would have liked to have left it that, but he couldn't help himself, he was unable to stop himself from speaking again and showing his doubt. "If you want me..."
He wished that he could have spoken more casually. He didn't want Trent to know how much this meant to him. If he knew how much this meant to him, then he would also know how stupid he was being - for he was definitely being stupid. It was completely ludicrous to want somebody so badly when you know so little about them.
But he did want Trenton. That was all that mattered to him. Whatever he learned about the other boy later, he would take it as it came.
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