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Post by Reid Rutherford on Apr 30, 2012 1:45:03 GMT
*TIME JUMP TO END OF PRACTICE!*
Reid was both happy and sad when practice was over. He was happy because he had just spent several hours jamming out with his best friends. He was sad because it was all over. I loved when he got to see his friends, especially Alex.
"That was great guys. We need to do that again sooner rather than later." He smiled at his friends.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Apr 30, 2012 15:34:14 GMT
[/i] aren't leaving me yet though!" Brent demanded, "It's so lonely here by myself!" Brent decided that Alex and Reid didn't need to be enlightened on Brent's whole situation with the Old Hags. He put down Charlie as carefully as possible and walked over to the other band members. "What do you wanna do then?" he grinned at the the three younger men. Brent was going to make sure that he wouldn't have to spend another evening alone, it really did depress him.[/color][/font][/ul] |
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Apr 30, 2012 18:49:18 GMT
Alexander had whipped out a small handkerchief that he always kept on him and was dabbing his forehead. It had gotten rather stuffy in the room even though the window was open. But he was smiling manically nonetheless. That had been a great practice. After so long without doing it, it almost sounded even better than before. He had really given it all. Alex was itching to be able to play live some time.
The spaniard nodded in agreement at Brent while doing up the top buttons to his shirt. At some point he had undone them. It wasn't his fault that he got carried away at times. Alex was the kind that couldn't keep still while playing. He liked to jump, dance, bob about and smile, trying to tease smiles out of the other band members at the same time.
"Sounds good. I don't think I have work tomorrow so..." He shrugged, trailing off as he slid his Hagstrom into its hard case after wiping it down with a smooth cloth stuffed in the corner of the case. ""But I could do with some eats." Alex called from his kneel on the floor, looking back at the other three with hands resting on his hips.
"We could order something... I could even cook?" Alex loved cooking. It was one of his strengths. He couldn't really remember the last time he had cooked for anyone beside himself and the odd breakfast for someone that had stayed over.
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Apr 30, 2012 19:55:15 GMT
Chase laughed at Brent and walked over to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and kissing his temple. "Don't worry. I'll stay for a bit longer even if they leave." He whispered in his ear. Chase planned on staying after a bit anyways. He wanted to spend more time with Brent.
"I vote Alex's cooking!" Chase said rather loudly. Still holding onto Brent's waist because he simply didn't want to let go. This wasn't too lovey, was it? Chase didn't think so. They could be making out... But Chase was trying to contain himself. "He cooks the best food in the world! Hands down!" Chase said smiling at him widely from Brent's side, where he never wanted to leave.
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Post by Reid Rutherford on Apr 30, 2012 21:25:04 GMT
Reid gave a small laugh at Brent's statement. Of course his friend wouldn't want them to leave. He didn't believe for a minute though that he was as lonely as he claims. Reid knew that Brent and Chase spent a lot of time together. Between working together and dating, he doubted they went more than a few hours between seeing each other.
He watched as Chase held Brent and wished that he could do the same to Alex, but he knew he couldn't. He and Alex hadn't really done much and they hadn't even told the guys they were dating. "Soon." he told himself. Soon he would be able to hold Alex like that...or at least he hoped so.
"I vote Alex's cooking too. I love his cooking." He smiled at Alex. His little Spaniard was an amazing cook. Maybe one day he'd get Alex to make him dinner.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Apr 30, 2012 22:02:21 GMT
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Apr 30, 2012 22:35:14 GMT
So it was more or less decided. Alex was going to cook something. Brent's mention that he wasn't going to be able to muster up anything was replied to by a "pfft" noise and a wave of his hand. What did Brent know? And besides... Alex pretty much wanted to get out of the stuffy room anyway. And he could tell that Brent and Chase were probably getting a bit too snuggly for his liking. He glanced over at Reid and tried not to smile. One day they'd be like this. And it be Chase and Brent the ones feeling awkward, hopefully.
"Okay, well its settled then. I'll find something to make." Alexander breezed over to where Reid stood and grabbed him by his forearm. He almost grabbed him by his hand but caught himself just in time. "Come help me, Ree. I'll save you from the mushiness." Without waiting for a protest or agreement, Alex bounded away, dragging Reid with him and over to the kitchen.
When he got there, the Spaniard shut the door behind him gently and giggled lightly. Of course, he hadn't brought Reid to just help him cook. He actually didn't expect him to help at all.
"I thought that you'd prefer to be with just me for a while..."
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on Apr 30, 2012 22:59:56 GMT
Chase knew when Brent had mentioned there was nothing in the kitchen that he meant it. Brent couldn't exactly cook, and Chase didn't see him going and buying food. So whatever was in there would have to be from when Maryn last went shopping. Which was God knows when. Chase would have to drag Brent out sometime to shop.
"Hey! We're not being mushy! We could be mushier if you really wanted!" Chase yelled after the fleeting band mates. Chase thought he was being considerate when he barely did anything with Brent. Guess his friends didn't think so. Oh well.
"We're alooonnnneee now." Chase smiled down at Brent, who had put his head on Chase's shoulder in such a cute way. "I've misssssssed you. Hope you don't mind I came to practice a tad dirty... I didn't have time to shower." Chase laughed at himself.
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Post by Reid Rutherford on Apr 30, 2012 23:08:10 GMT
Reid was a little surprised when Alex pulled him into the kitchen but he didn't mind. He wasn't the best of cooks but being in here with Alex was a thousand times better than staying out there with the mushy couple.
He pushed Alex against the door and looked into his eyes. "I would prefer to be alone with you all the time, especially since we have to be alone for me to do this." With that he kissed Alex. It was a long, passionate kiss. Give the man a break, it had been a few days since he saw him.
He pulled back and smiled at the Spaniard. "I've been wanting to do that all night. Now, let's find something for you to make for dinner. Sadly I won't be much help. I'm not the best at cooking."
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Apr 30, 2012 23:36:48 GMT
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 1, 2012 4:22:29 GMT
Alexander drew a quiet, sharp intake of air when Reid pressed his back against the door. He opened his eyes and a faint smirk tugged at the corners of his lips after a kiss filled with ardor. If it were for him... he would of carried on. But this wasn't his kitchen.
"Don't worry, I didn't really bring you down to help me." Alexander said sauntering over to the cupboards, opening them and closing them with a bit of noise. Brent was, like, totally out of food almost. And his kitchen... well, it wasn't the cleanest Alex had ever worked in. He'd give it a little clean... just a little one. There was no way he'd be able to walk out the kitchen door knowing the state that he was leaving it in.
"I wanted your company." Alex smiled, pulling out a packet of dry pasta. "And don't you want to see me cook?" He chuckled, going over to the fridge and opened it. Alex recoiled on seeing the inside and muttered a profanity in Spanish. Okay. He was definitely getting some cleaning in before he served up any food. There was a packet of sealed, cured ham. That would of kept. And there was some cheddar cheese. One of the corners was bad but... Alex could save it.
"Someone should really come and take care of Brent or something.... have you seen this kitchen?" Alex placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he looked around, grabbing what was left of a loaf of bread as he did. Guessing that he had no choice, the Spaniard quickly set about making some ham and cheese pasta casserole.
Once the oven was warming, the ham, cheese, bread ready and the pasta boiling, Alex leaned against the counter, one hand on his hip and the other curling up at Reid in a "come hither" gesture, a smile on his face.
"We have about ten minutes before I make the casserole."
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Post by Chase McKinney-Jackson on May 1, 2012 4:34:39 GMT
Chase wrapped his arms around Brent's waist yet again, but from the different angle this time. Chase pulled him forward a bit so their bodies were pressed as hard together as they would go. It was the way Chase wanted it.
Mumbling "I love you too," back quickly before Brent's lips pressed against his was hard. Brent really hadn't left him much room to say it back. Chase smiled into the kiss either way. Kissing Brent always made him smile. Always made Chase happy on the inside. They had such amazing friends. Letting Brent and Chase have a bit of time together alone while Alex found something in the kitchen to make.
Chase deepened the kiss after they had been kissing for a little bit. Brent was just too irresistible. Chase kind of hoped that Alex and Reid wouldn't come back in anytime soon, but it wasn't like Chase cared too much. They both knew Brent and him were dating. It wasn't like it was a secret.
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Post by Reid Rutherford on May 1, 2012 4:49:24 GMT
Reid laughed to himself as he watched Alex try to find something to make. He knew that Brent didn't eat here much since he was at school most of the time. Plus the man couldn't cook to save his life so Reid didn't really expect there to be much there.
But Alex was a mastermind when it came to food so surely he could put something together. Which is exactly what he did...with a few spanish swears thrown in the mix.
He walked over to Alex, stepping in between his legs, trapping him where he was. "Ten minutes you say. Whatever will we do for all that time." He smirked. He knew exactly what they would do. He put his hands on the counter on either side of Alex and leaned in. His whispered in Alex's ear. "Oh my sweet Jay bird, we had days worth of kissing to make up for." With that he proceeding to kiss the brains out of Alex.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on May 1, 2012 14:52:12 GMT
[/color][/font][/ul] (OOC: Shuddup. Me tired.  ) |
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 1, 2012 15:46:01 GMT
A faint tremor jarred the spaniard's body on feeling Reid's voice brush his ear teasingly close. With a small blush, he chewed his bottom lip. Reid had something that easily captivated him.
Alex made a small noise in the bottom of his throat when they began to kiss hotly. He'd missed Reid terribly even though it had been only a couple of days. Much too long for Alex. Sure, before he could of gone a week or so without seeing a single hair of his friend but... things were different now.
"I don't think we'll have enough time to make up." Alkex murmured, pulled away for a moment, nipping his bottom lip.
The pasta was ready much too fast for Alex's liking since it meant wriggling away from Reid for a few moments. He could easily do it with his wand but the young man felt as though food prepared by actual hands tasted better. It was one of those things.
"I'll just be a moment." He purred with a demure smile, twisting out of Reid's embrace against the counter. Alex quickly drained the pasta, added the cheese cut into cubes and ham, mixing it all in with some mayonaisse, a bit of pepper and parsley that he had found. He poured it all into a large dish and sprinked lots of crumbled bread ontop, adding a few slivers of cheese that was left over too. Alex popped it into the preheated oven and sauntered back over to Reid, trailing his hand along the counter as he went.
"Twenty five minutes now." He smiled, slipping back into Reid's arms. "And where were we?" Alex chuckled, leaning forward, eager to feel his friend's lips again on his own. Chase and Brent were the last people on his mind right then. When he was lip locked with Reid everything else, except the casserole, melted away. He knew he'd never get bored of this. Ever.
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