Post by Sinneh on Dec 7, 2010 21:11:16 GMT -5
Middday, not a cloud in the damn sky, and with weather in the mid 70’s, it was almost perfect.
Almost.
Kyrian missed Chex right about now. He hadn’t seen him all day or last night, and today he had to stay at the beach until late afternoon. Right now a conventionparty promoting gays, lesbians & bi’s was on the beach, with several hundred people suspected to arrive but with only maybe half that currently present. Golden boy here was a week away form 17, 6’2 with the sculpted lean body most guys his age would kill themselves and other for. Tall and lean, the liger teen had found a secluded spot away from the beach on the boardwalk. He had a 20 minute break, but he had to stay mainly in his lack of attire. Cute little red spandex passed as a swim suit, but he didn’t mind. He had a pin attached to the back of it from the convention, and a thin red mesh tank cut off a few inches under his pecs. He honestly looked…mouthwatering. Enough for some of the lesbians to want a few minutes with him. Dirty blonde and golden locks was only slightly styled, since he’d grown it out to about his brows and it looked good natural. And besides, in his line of work sometimes the customers preferred styling his hair themselves.
He leaned against the railing, stunningly pale blue eyes focused on the water below. He figured his break was about to be up and he’d be due to the stage or platforms soon enough, so with a sigh he stood up and began walking back to the beach fun, the boards creaking with the weight of his bare feet hitting the wood. Once he was in the sand, he found his longer shorts, black this time, and hurriedly put them on. TO hell with his boss, he knew what the clientele wanted. And they always liked him stripping as a starter. Making his way back to the crowd, waving at some people with a crooked grin on his lips. Two guys came up to him then and fell into step. “Was wondering when ya’d be baaack.” He stretched his words, obviously a bit tipsy. It only took a moment before recognition set in and he remembered this guy as a regular of his. Black haired, a few inches shorter and at least 20 with suggestive green eyes. His friend however, surely had had more to drink than Chase, and at 5’7 and of the smaller in build variety he linked arms with Ky to try and slow him down. “Chase promiz’d yuu’d be hur fur the gud parts=” His slur was cut off by Kyrian laugh, and Chase linked Kyrian’s other arm and walked at a much slower pace. “Yeah, Chase told ya right. I was on my way right now actually.” He beamed, and the attention alone made the smaller guy catch his breath. “And who is your friend Chase? Hmm, he seems awfully interesting.” He winked at the pouting Chase. “Elijaaaa!” He giggled, “And we even bought one of your private group sessions Ky, you and Luke for when yall double tonight.”
Now it was Kyrian’s turn to pout. Tonight? He was sure he had the night off, and he wasn’t due with Luke until the weekend. WTH was up with his boss? “Kyrian, it’s Kyrian yall.” He corrected, and pretty much now they were within a few hundred yards of where Ky was supposed to be. Music, voices, laughter, the joys of the crowd. But Ky's mind was still on his adorable little uke, he still needed training. Damn, gotta get him outta my head until at least after the show.
He mentally coached himself. He couldn't work distracted, he already was about to piss off his boss for bailing tonight, better not give him something else to be pissy over.
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Character: Kyrian Saeran Montgomery
Muse: Woo!
Words: 712
Open to: Anyone yet again, 1-2 people
Notes: <33 Nightcore right about now, but damn homework is calling heh. 'nother w/e post, just a quick fun thread in the middle of a homo/bi convention LOL what could go wrong?
Almost.
Kyrian missed Chex right about now. He hadn’t seen him all day or last night, and today he had to stay at the beach until late afternoon. Right now a convention
He leaned against the railing, stunningly pale blue eyes focused on the water below. He figured his break was about to be up and he’d be due to the stage or platforms soon enough, so with a sigh he stood up and began walking back to the beach fun, the boards creaking with the weight of his bare feet hitting the wood. Once he was in the sand, he found his longer shorts, black this time, and hurriedly put them on. TO hell with his boss, he knew what the clientele wanted. And they always liked him stripping as a starter. Making his way back to the crowd, waving at some people with a crooked grin on his lips. Two guys came up to him then and fell into step. “Was wondering when ya’d be baaack.” He stretched his words, obviously a bit tipsy. It only took a moment before recognition set in and he remembered this guy as a regular of his. Black haired, a few inches shorter and at least 20 with suggestive green eyes. His friend however, surely had had more to drink than Chase, and at 5’7 and of the smaller in build variety he linked arms with Ky to try and slow him down. “Chase promiz’d yuu’d be hur fur the gud parts=” His slur was cut off by Kyrian laugh, and Chase linked Kyrian’s other arm and walked at a much slower pace. “Yeah, Chase told ya right. I was on my way right now actually.” He beamed, and the attention alone made the smaller guy catch his breath. “And who is your friend Chase? Hmm, he seems awfully interesting.” He winked at the pouting Chase. “Elijaaaa!” He giggled, “And we even bought one of your private group sessions Ky, you and Luke for when yall double tonight.”
Now it was Kyrian’s turn to pout. Tonight? He was sure he had the night off, and he wasn’t due with Luke until the weekend. WTH was up with his boss? “Kyrian, it’s Kyrian yall.” He corrected, and pretty much now they were within a few hundred yards of where Ky was supposed to be. Music, voices, laughter, the joys of the crowd. But Ky's mind was still on his adorable little uke, he still needed training. Damn, gotta get him outta my head until at least after the show.
He mentally coached himself. He couldn't work distracted, he already was about to piss off his boss for bailing tonight, better not give him something else to be pissy over.
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Character: Kyrian Saeran Montgomery
Muse: Woo!
Words: 712
Open to: Anyone yet again, 1-2 people
Notes: <33 Nightcore right about now, but damn homework is calling heh. 'nother w/e post, just a quick fun thread in the middle of a homo/bi convention LOL what could go wrong?