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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 4, 2016 0:08:46 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx Eli allowed himself to relax, like really relax as the buzz of talking and music swirled around him. He took in the dancing, the rough-housing, and the light of the bonfire. Here, no one cared who his father was, hell, no one but his closest friends ever noticed him. When he came to tailgates, he was just another teenage guy, longing for freedom and acting stupid to gain some. A song came on that he happened to know and he began humming quietly, so he wouldn't be heard over the ruckus. Eli's spine straightened however, when a familiar voice reached his ears. His blue eyes flashed to the white-haired man now standing before him. The arrival of Kurt put him on edge, for he'd been trying to get the guy off his mind the whole rest of the day. Involuntarily, his eyes slid down to check out the older guy and felt his cheeks color a bit at what he saw. Why did he have to be so damn attractive to him? Snapped out of his thoughts when his cup was grabbed from his hand, he appeared to be shocked. "I just-" he started to make an excuse for him being here but then stubbornly told himself that he doesn't need an explanation. "I can't get drunk," he said in response to Kurt's disgust over his drink. He thought calling it piss was unnecessary but wouldn't dare say that aloud. "What are you doing here?" Eli questioned, not in an unkind way, instead he appeared to be more curious than anything.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 4, 2016 0:37:01 GMT
"You can't get drunk?" Kurt asked incredulously, moving the slightest bit closer to be heard over the music. Also because he wanted to be closer. "Can't as in you have an incredible tolerance for alcohol, or can't as in you refuse to get drunk?" He moved and rested his right hand on the truck beside Eli's hip, letting his wrist brush against the boy's pants. At a glance, it was rather innocent of a gesture, but hopefully Eli was smart enough to see it for the true flirting device it was. "Why am I here?" He repeated and dropped his head a bit to look up at Eli through his lashes, "Actually, I was on my way to work when a little birdie told me about this shindig. Why? Are you trying to get out of here?" He pitched his voice lower, purring the flirty question in an almost corny way. To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure if he even had a chance with this kid, the only thing he could go off of up until this point would be the blushing when he complimented the kid, and the kid's wandering eyes, but that didn't necessarily mean Eli Kirk batted for the other team, now did it? Kurt needed something from the kid or he would end up giving up. He hooked his thumb of his left hand into the waist band of his own pants, pulling them out slightly so the skin of his hip showed, just in case Eli's eyes decided to wander again. Again, it was a rather innocent move on the outside with ulterior motive hidden underneath.
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 4, 2016 1:11:26 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx In response to what little Kirk here thought was a dumb question, he merely raised a single eyebrow. Then he realized he should verbally answer, since Kurt couldn't read his facial expressions as well yet, due to them having officially met for the first time today at the store. "My father," was all he said when he finally did speak up. When the wrist brushed his hip, the blush darkened on his cheeks and he felt more hot chills roll down his spine. He really was homosexual, damn, and just when he thought his life couldn't get anymore difficult. That voice drop almost had him squirming, his heart racing in his chest. Eli felt like he was going to die. Kurt attracted him in a way that no other had in his seventeen years of life. Sure, he'd dated girls but he'd never felt like this. The thought bothered him more than he was willing to admit. "No, I'm just trying to relax..." he admitted, though he sounded distracted. Blue eyes followed the movement of his hands and that flash of skin made heat and adrenaline flood his veins. Damn, he was acting like a horny teenager. Now, Eli was a teen but he prided himself in having his hormones under control. His eyes were dilated with need and as if he could sense it, he dropped his gaze to his feet, trying to reign it in. "Don't you have work or something?" he mumbled awkwardly, trying to keep from sounding breathless and failing. The kid was hopeless I tell you, hopeless.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 4, 2016 1:55:43 GMT
Kurt nodded knowingly before getting lost from the conversation. He found it easy to stare, almost as if he'd been put under a spell. Even though Kurt was the furthest thing from an artist, he found himself silently comparing the Kirk boy's blush to the color of fresh roses and his eyes to a clear summer sky. Kurt didn't even realize his hand had moved from the car to actually cupping Eli's small hip tenderly. He tuned back in quickly, even though it felt like he had been out for a millennia, "Oh you want to relax? I know the perfect way to relax... That doesn't involve that horrible excuse for beer." He murmured and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. It was cute, when Eli dropped his gaze and tried to send him away, but he wasn't deterred and he gently lifted Eli's chin with a finger, "Tryin' to get rid of me already? Sendin' me away without even a goodbye kiss? That's cold, Sawyer." He smiled, "That's real cold." He leaned a tad bit closer, so his lips brushed against Eli's ear, "Didn't your daddy ever teach you any manners?" It was a joke, of course it was a joke, and really it was only to rile Eli up a little bit more.
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 4, 2016 2:14:42 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx The boy could not have been any redder if he was a tomato. He definitely felt it when the hand moved to touch his hip. In fact, he tried to hold back a moan with everything he had. Eli couldn't stop the soft gasp however, which he admitted was better than the alternative. "It tastes fine to me," he protested weakly, his eyes locking on that bottom lip when it was pulled between Kurt's teeth. Damn if the kid wasn't wishing that could be his lip. Woah, there hot-shot. Cool it, he scolded himself internally, looking down at his cup briefly. Just as he was about to take another sip, he sputtered with indignation. "Kiss? And people only call me Sawyer when I'm in trouble, everyone else calls me Eli," he told Kurt, working really hard to remain focused. Then the white-haired man moved in a few centimeters closer and those lips brushed his very sensitive ear. A quiet moan did slip out then, but Eli trusted the loud music to hide it. "My daddy did teach me manners, he also taught me to avoid people like you. See how well that turned out?" he shot back, certainly being riled up. There was some fire in those blue eyes now, for he was frustrated with his attraction to Kurt.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 4, 2016 2:54:38 GMT
Kurt scoffed, if the kid thought that tasted "fine," there was much he had to learn. Though, it was possible Kurt could care less about the beer, considering he was thinking more about Eli's little gasp. What he wouldn't do to hear that sound again... Kurt let go of his lip long enough to grin a bit evilly, "What if I told you you are in trouble?" He mumbled, probably referring to that slight moan that made his skinny jeans all the more tighter, "See, I think you've been a bad boy. Real bad - down right naughty, if you ask me." He continued to whisper, keeping his lips against Eli's ear, considering it had been that that had given him that amazing moan to begin with, "Now, I'm kinda sad, though." He pouted a bit, "Know why? It's 'cause I gotta go to work. I can't take you home and punish you for being so bad, Sawyer... I guess you're gunna be in more trouble now." His pout turned back into a grin and he reached out to scrape his teeth against Eli's ear lobe, giving it the most gentle of pulls. Slowly, Kurt started to pull away, searching Eli's expression hungrily before letting his hand drop off the boy's hip, "Still no kiss, though?" He pouted again, this time in full view of those spectacularly blue eyes, his voice almost back to normal. "I guess I'll just have to wait..." he sighed and shook his head in mock sadness.
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 5, 2016 0:39:24 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx That evil grin set off alarm bells in Eli’s head but it was like watching a car crash. You didn’t want to see all the damage but you were unable to look away. Before he could catch it, another moan slid from his lips, for those words had set his hair on end. Yeah, Eli was in trouble. How could he confess to a priest, let alone his father? ‘Daddy, I got really hot and bothered over the town reject. To top it all off, I’m apparently gay and a masochist!’ Oh dear God Almighty. Those lips against his ear once more forced him to clench his jaw to avoid any more telltale noises, but his cheeks and eyes were enough to assure Kurt of his longing for sure. For a moment after Kurt admitted he had to go to work, Eli just kind of sat there, his blue eyes clouded with lust and now a bit of confusion. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly, cheeks flushed and lips parted. Teeth closing on his earlobe had a loud whimper escaping the younger guy, his fingers clenching around his cup. There was enough desire on that face as he watched Kurt pull away, the kid looked almost desperate. A frown set on Eli's face, not a very effective one however, as he watched Kurt pout and mention waiting for a kiss. Eli looked down at his watered-down beer for a long moment before he snapped his head up, apparently having gathered his wits. “Who says I’d kiss you?” he sputtered, trying to sound indignant. Embarrassment swamped him now and he had the sudden urge to curl up and hide.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 5, 2016 1:15:12 GMT
Kurt's eyes were sparkling as he watched Eli try and control himself, though he looked so desperate. It was inticing, to say the least, to watch the young man struggle internally. And, of course, because he was the devil incarnate, he pulled Eli flush against him by the waist, raising his eyebrows questioningly, smirking slightly. He debated for a second or two before moving both of his hands to rest gently on Eli's rump, looking rather innocent considering, as he lifted his gaze skyward. "You aren't going to make me work for it, are you?" His pout deepened, though when he brought his gaze back down, it was full of wickedness, "I could always call in sick." He offered with a shrug and what sounded like a heavy heart as he dropped his gaze once more, "Then I could stay here... With you... All night..." Kurt fluttered his lashes as he looked up through them again, biting his lip in an attempt to hide his smirk and keep his poor facade going.
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 5, 2016 2:04:07 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx Eli nearly fell apart as he was pulled flush against Kurt’s body, having never responded to anyone like this. He felt the sudden need to run his fingers through white hair but kept the urge down, trying to gain his composure. People would soon begin to notice the two and then all hell would break loose, quite literally. Another needy moan pushed past his desperate restraint for there were now a pair of hands on his bum! Gritting his teeth, he managed to glare at Kurt as he spoke to the sky. Control was a thing Eli prided himself in having but it had slipped because of this man. Then he had to hold back a groan as his new found weakness peered up at him through his lashes. “N-No, you have to go to work,” the teen was tempted to add ‘idiot’ at the end but refrained from speaking his mind. Even his ears were a bright pink as he began to squirm a bit against Kurt’s hold. Eli was angry with himself for reacting the way that he did and frustrated with the bartender for bringing the inner slut out in him. Then he wanted to hit his own face. He'd just called his own self a slut. Damn, it's not like he slept around, hell, he was a virgin! What was Kurt doing to him? Get yourself together, Kirk. You can do it. Right. Then he looked into those pale eyes. Nope, I’m screwed.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 5, 2016 2:27:01 GMT
Kurt laughed, "I guess I do." He murmured and started to pull away, "It still hurts that you're kickin' me out." He admitted a bit shyly before letting his hands drop from Eli's backside. He gently took the boy's free hand and brought it up to his lips, grinning, "Until next time, preacher's boy." He said suavely and gave the back of his hand a kiss, before flipping it over and kissing - suggestively running his tongue along - Eli's wrist and pulse point. He smiled and started backing away for real, giving a half-assed salute before turning around and dissapearing into the crowd.
Shitty reply~
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 5, 2016 3:09:43 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx Eli let out a childish squeak when a wet tongue raced across his wrist. Then, before he could make his muddled brain form a response, Kurt was gone. The preacher's son fell back against the truck bed, his heart thundering in his chest as he buried his head in his hands. He needed to calm down, like immediately. After all, this was the town's screw up. Not that Eli saw him this way, but at the same time he was aware that Kurt probably wanted nothing more from him than sex. As appealing as that was, Eli was no casanova. He didn't trust himself not to get emotionally attached. To sum up, he needed to forget all about how the white-haired man made him feel. Hell, they had an eight year age gap! Feeling worked up and stupid, he guzzled down the rest of his drink before grimacing. Not enough alcohol. Within a split second, the normally responsible boy came up with the decision to get himself drunk. Not overly, but just enough to help him get his mind off of a teasing bartender. "Harvey?" he called to the friend that had driven him here. The dark skinned boy raised an eyebrow and turned in his direction. "Get me a beer, Harv?" he asked, praying to God that his blush had disappeared and he didn't look so desperate. The chocolate brown eyes of his friend raked over him slowly, curious but did as asked and got Eli a beer. After his first sip, the kid didn't stop until red solo cups were littered around him. He'd had about five drinks, which since he was a light-weight, meant he was incredibly drunk. "I LOVE THIS SONG!" he yelled, making all the girls who were huddled around him scream with laughter. "Okay, time to cut you off. Looks like I'll be taking you home tonight, can't let your father find you like this," Harvey said and lifted the smaller boy up by his armpits. Eli giggled and squirmed, his limbs flailing. "STOP. Hawvy, I'm ticklish there!" he squealed, causing more amused laughter. Harvey set him down in the Jeep before going to find his keys. While his friend was preoccupied, the drunken boy let himself out of the car and stumbled away from the party. He fell and ended up crawling at some point, barking like a dog at random intervals. Then he fell over and whined about being tired and rubbing his eyes. When he looked up, he spotted the neon sign of the bar. This was the bar Kurt worked at! How the kid could still figure that out is beyond me. Eli pulled himself up and waddled into the bar, ducking around a few people. He nearly collapsed on a pool table and the guys all turned to stare at him. Thankfully there happened to be no one from their town in there tonight, all from the next town over. At least this drunken escapade wouldn't travel around Red Orchard, he had a reputation to uphold. "I'm.... I'm looking..... f-for someone," he said in between beer induced giggles. One of the guys steadied him with a hand and woman came up and gave him a smirk. The woman attempted to hit on the cute boy but he just shook his head and rubbed his eyes again. "I-I'm tired... I want Kurt...." he began to whine, almost looking like he was going to burst into tears. His lower lip even wobbled. The guy looked nervous and kept glancing at the bar, wondering if that was the Kurt the boy meant. Eli kept rubbing his eyes and whining about how he was sleepy and wanted Kurt, looking like an absolute baby but not too bothered. He was totally and completely drunk.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 5, 2016 3:50:17 GMT
Kurt had been having an amazing night. He was floating on a high that lasted even hours after he left the preacher's boy at the party. What made the night even better was that his manager didn't chew his ass out for being almost an hour late. Even though he was a bartender and had a stunning degree in mixology - thanks to his decade abroad - he felt unused here at this mediocre job. The most he mixed up was a cosmo and almost everyone wanted beer. That didn't mean his job was boring, though; in fact, he had to break up a scuffle or two a night. Most people didn't believe that he was anything intimidating because he looked like some yuppie from California that had never been in a fight long enough to break a nail, let alone a rib or two. What most people loved to forget was that he was born and raised in Red Orchard and his daddy was one of the meanest hard asses around. Kurt learned his "speech about civility" from the old coot. And kept it within reach under the bar at all times. So yeah, he had to use his "speech about civility" maybe once a week, sometimes once a day. The good thing was that each person that got the bad end of the speech never forgot it or caused another lick of trouble in Kurt's bar. Tonight was different though. The people were actually being civil without a push in the right direction. Just as things were slowing down and Kurt got to wiping the bar down, someone flagged him down and pointed him in the direction of the pool tables. Kurt, expecting to have to break up a fight, grabbed his bat and headed on over. The scenario that awaited him, though, he didn't quite know how to deal with, "Sawyer? What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded, moving closer and pulling the boy into his arms. The white-haired man shook his head, brows furrowed, though honestly he was relieved Eli was ok. A few dirt and grass stains on his jeans, but he was ok. He shook his head again and hooked Eli's arm around his neck to give the young one support as he called out to his manager. His shift was almost over anyway. He led Eli to the doors of the bar carefully, though quickly. It would take about fifteen minutes, maybe more, to get home, so he flagged down a co-worker who had just gotten off twenty minutes prior and was smoking to pass the time and asked for a ride. She complied and Kurt struggled to get Eli in the car. After the five minute drive, it didn't take long to pull the boy out. "You're staying here tonight, no arguing." He grunted, though he was more than sure there wouldn't be any arguments. If the man thought getting Eli in the car was hard, getting him into the bed was horrible. The boy refused to let go of his shirt and lay down. He had to wrestle the Kirk boy out of his outer clothes and shoes amd under the covers but somehow, he managed it. Completely wore out, Kurt kicked off his own shoes on his way to the couch and dropped his pants before shedding his flannel, leaving him in his cute pink boxers and wife beater. He grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch and used it to cover up as he settled in, falling alseep almost instantly.
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 9, 2016 4:04:47 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx When Kurt had taken him in his arms, Eli whimpered pathetically and snuggled his way into the broad chest behind him. His eyes fluttered as though he was struggling hard to keep them both open. The noises of the bar faded until all he could hear was that alluring heartbeat beneath his ear. It had been so long since he'd heard another persons' heartbeat, ever since his mother passed away. This caused a few tears to fall from his eyes before he yawned and forgot all about his grief. The boy climbed up Kurt's body and wrapped his legs around the other man's waist, so that he was clinging to the bartender like a child clings to it's mother. Eli was so out of it that he barely noticed when they arrived outside and couldn't help playing with Kurt's hair. "It's like snow," he whispered softly, then giggled a bit but his brief good spirits disappeared the moment his body got near the car. Then he began to squirm and whine, but still clung to the "scum of the town" for dear life. "No, Kurt, car is bad," he whimpered, some part of him afraid to be taken back home to his father who would kill him if caught in a state like this. After being forced into the car, he sang along to all the songs, sitting on Kurt's lap. He'd moved there as soon as the door closed behind the older male, swinging his feet back and forth in some sort of childish glee, flash of panic forgotten. Once they got out of the car, Eli began nodding furiously, then squealed and called his hands, tightening his legs around Kurt's waist to support himself. "A SLUMBER PARTY!" he cheered, then paused, tilting his head questioningly. "Kuwt. I don't have jammies!" he pouted, twisting his hands in the front of his shirt. His eyes wandered around the place and he patted Kurt's cheek slowly. "Pretty," he approved. Then he got all sweet and sleepy, resting his head back against the sternum of Mr. Kinsella. With Eli however, there's always a catch. This happened to be when Kurt tired to place the kid in the bed. He pitched a temper tantrum and kicked out his feet in protest. Still, he ended up tucked under the covers. The teen tossed and turned for a few minutes before bursting into sobs. "Kurt!" he wailed loudly, slipping out of bed and dragging the blanket behind him. He saw his host sleeping on the couch in nothing but those pink boxers and calmed his cries into hiccups. He rubbed his eyes and cuddled onto Kurt's chest, nuzzling his head into his neck. Finally comfortable, and listening to that rhythmic march of the snow-haired man's heart, Eli fell into a deep sleep.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 10, 2016 1:30:00 GMT
It was easily past noon when Kurt found himself stretching awake, sore from having slept on the couch. His mind was not fully caught up with what was going on, the most he realized was that he was swealtering and there was a heavy weight on his chest. Something was in his mouth and he turned his face away, trying to get it out. Slowly but surely, he ended up opening his eyes and blinking to clear his vision, looking around the living room before his sight fell on the mop of hair that was all but in his face. He took his free hand and pushed some of the hair back to see who it was laying on top of him. It took a moment to realize that it was a boy and not, in fact, a man. It took another second for Kurt to realize that it was Eli, the preacher's son. Kurt blanched and thought back to the night before, before he relaxed. He hadn't slept with the kid. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure how the kid had ended up on his lap, but he knew the kid had been plastered and would be waking up to a killer headache as soon as he woke up. Kurt would have liked to get up, maybe stretch properly, get the kid some Advil and flat Ginger Ale to help with little Sawyer's headache, but Eli was like a boulder - unable to be moved. That may be because his right arm, the arm trapped underneath Eli, was completely numb and unusable.
Mmmmmmmm </3 Sorry its a crap post </3 I can maybe add a bit more if youd like?
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 13, 2016 18:24:57 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx Nearly an hour after Kurt woke up, Eli finally began to stir. He let out a groan and tried to snuggle himself closer to the source of all this warmth. Unlike the white-haired man beneath him, the boy wasn't hot or uncomfortable, in fact he was very cozy. Slowly, he stretched out his limbs and let out a shuddering breath of contentment. If he was a cat, he would be purring in this moment. Then he began to feel it, the hangover that is. An ache spread in his head, causing him to wince and clench his eyes tight. Damn, what did he do last night? Slowly, images of Kurt whispering in his ear, drinking, and laughing with people came through, but he couldn't remember what happened after his friend tied to cut him off. Eli wanted to die, he had meant to get a little buzzed but not wasted. "God damn it," he said aloud, rubbing a fist in his eye as he tried to sit up. It wasn't until this moment that he realized he was laying against warm skin. His eyes shot open, only to be met with a hiss of pain. Hell, he really did drink way too much last night. When he could focus his gaze, he found a familiar face peering back at him. The kid blinked a few times, then opened his mouth to say something. However, in the next second, it closed and he just nodded. His face was rather blank, but all the color had quickly rushed out of it. With the most calm he could muster, he sat up and turned away from Kurt's gaze, his hand coming up to cover his eyes. "Okay. Alright," he said, his voice wavering for a moment before he stood and noticed he was only in his boxers. "Okay," Eli said again, as though in a trance. He stood there, with his back to Kurt, in only his cute little boxers decorated with penguins. Eli's breath noticeably began to speed up a bit and he put threw back his head to look at the ceiling, almost yelping in the process due to the terrible hangover he had. "I'm going to Hell. My daddy is going to chase my ass down with a gun. I am so dead. I never wanted to die like this, I haven't even gotten out of this town yet! I was supposed to go to college, possibly even the military. I was going to live as far away from the town as I could get. I wanted to get a dog! Daddy refused to ever get me a pet but I want one so bad. Now I'm going to die before I get the chance!" at this point, he was pacing, which is quite impressive for someone so hungover. He threw himself across a recliner and buried his head in his hands. "I'm going to die a virgin!" he said this part quieter but with more despair.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 14, 2016 12:25:23 GMT
Kurt had found himself very nearly falling back asleep by the time Eli was waking up. The thing that kept him from fully falling asleep, though, was Eli’s need to move closer than he already was against Kurt’s body. The white-haired man frowned and body twitched a bit, his zombie-like arm feeling rather painful as a bit of blood started to pool back in it. It was still dead as a doorknob, but it was trying to wake up. If you ask anyone, they will tell you that is a painful process. The muscles of said arm did not at all work, so there was no pushing the kid off, only letting him wake himself up. It was at this moment Eli decided to become aware of his hangover and winced, sending something pointy – an elbow or knee, maybe? – into Kurt’s stomach and he grunted in response. When Kurt felt Eli sitting up, he blinked his eyes open for the second time that morning, letting his gaze adjust to the bright light shining in his face. It was only after Eli pulled himself off of Kurt that the man actually felt how bad it hurt with his blood rushing through his arm, trying to get to his fingertips. The man flipped over on the couch, tossing the rest of the blanket off of him and letting air hit his sweaty back, he dropped his dead arm over the side of the couch, trying to get the blood through his arm as quickly as possible. He had only half-heard what Eli was ranting on about and decided to close his eyes and try to get back to sleep. His muscles ached from sleeping on a couch, his butt hurt from the lumpy couch and his arm and chest hurt from the kid that had slept on him. Involuntarily, he stretched his legs back, trying to work out a bit of the stiffness before relaxing once more. When the boy’s rant was over, Kurt decided to give a little rant of his own. Granted, it was slightly mocking and rather rude, but all in all it was supposed to cheer the boy up. “I’m going to Hell too. For a hell of a lot of other reasons than just being gay, of course, but hell, I’m going to hell. I sure hope it isn’t as bad as some people say it is. That’d be horrible: being really hot and parched all the time. No, the Hell I’m going to will be like a summer country club. I hope there will be Margaritas, Tequila, and lots of beer on tap. Hot pool boys wearing only Speedos as they fan me with giant leaves. Also, no one in Hell will be a virgin. I mean, maybe when they get to Hell, they could be a virgin, but with so many hot bone-able people just walking around… Mmm…” Kurt chucked softly and opened his eyes before craning his neck to look over at Eli, “Hey, Sawyer?” He called gently, an evil smirk on his lips, “If you want, you can call me Daddy. I’ll get you a dog and make sure you aren’t a virgin when you die.” Kurt then winked and shoved himself to his feet, stretching his long arms over his body, making his boxers ride a little too low, before turning and heading into the kitchen, “Listen kid, make up a lie; you do have friends who would lie for you, don’t you?” He asked seriously but curiously. It took a few moments, but Kurt made his way back into the living room and tossed a bottle of pain-relieving pills Eli’s way before sitting back on the couch and handing over a bottle of Ginger Ale. Kurt uncapped his own bottle and sat back on the couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, “I’ll be making breakfast here in a little bit, any special requests?” He asked, and with barely a breath, continued on in the same manner, “You also crawled around in a bunch of mud, so your clothes are ruined.” And then he took a sip of soda.
Kurt is hilar
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