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Post by JACINTO ROSARIO on Jun 12, 2010 14:11:03 GMT -5
 
Residing in the apartment that he rented, the wealthy Jacinto rolled around in bed, suffering from the usual bad dream he always had. He had the phobia where he hated going to bed, and when he did, it always ended up with him having a bad dream. Why? Why did the man in the clouds have to give him this phobia? He'd rather much have the strangest phobia, which is fear of long words. Now that's better than having a fear of going to bed, which is utterly ridiculous. After all, humans need to go to bed so they are full of energy the next day, yes? The purple blanket that covered his bed was down on the floor, the paper white sheets wrinkled with his willowy body moving all over the bed. He was currently looking for some pill that makes him stay up for a night, which if it does, then he can take it every single day so he won't be able to tremble every time he approaches the bed so he can go to sleep. Yes, he knows that going to sleep is good for people, but does it mean that he really wants to go to sleep? With him being the CEO of his own company, he's constantly awake through out the night and sometimes doesn't even get any sleep until 6:00 in the morning, then he has to wake up an hour later so he can get to a meeting on time. Right when someone crashed into a trashcan while they were running, he bolted upwards from his bed, almost like a cat was caught in front of a car.
"Arcs-en-ciel et poneys ! Agh!" He yelled out, swearing that he woke up several, confused people from that statement, which literally translated into "Rainbows and ponies! Agh!" If he is ever woken up by anything, then he tends to say extremely random things, especially when it's around his friends and such. He messed up his already disheveled blond hair, which was in a mess on top of his head. The famous headband that he wore was lying on the table that supported the plasma screen t.v, along with the trust purple scarf, which was on the other side, next to a vase with red roses in it. The black pajamas that he wore were unbuttoned, showing that chest that everyone seems to come after so much. Maybe it was his sex appeal? He didn't pay attention to that. He just dresses the best that he can whilst trying to make himself look good. It was in his blood, after all. His father was gay like him, and he was glad to inherit the bloodline. A loud thump was heard as he slipped off the bed, walking towards the bathroom which housed the shower, planning to take one before changing into his clothes. He always changed in the open, seeing that rarely anyone came to visit him, but if someone did come, then he always has that sheet where it stands up and people change behind it. He grabbed a white towel and walked into the bathroom, turning the water on hot as he washed himself, the hot water waking him up after five minutes. He forgot to bring in clothes, and he didn't even have a shirt to put on over his chest!
But that was when someone came in. It had to be someone that knew the code that was on his doorknob. Quickly turning off the shower and wrapping the towel around his waist after drying himself off and brushing his hair to the usual blond look, he opened the bathroom door and walked outside, looking at one familiar face that he knows too well. "Oh! If it isn't Fakhir." He said, his hair soaked in water as the rest of his body was as well, waiting for an obvious reply which.. he was expecting.
TAG: fakhir baby~
MUSE: [/color] karma by bump of chickennnn..... WORDS:[/color] 656. CLOTHING:[/color] just a pair of black silk pajamas. and a towel wrapped around his lower section after the shower~NOTES:[/color] here's how the apartment looks like! oh my god this was rushed! CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size] |
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Post by KANAAN FAKHIR on Jun 12, 2010 19:05:55 GMT -5
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don't trip off the glitz that i'm gonna display
i'mma hold you down until you're amazed[/color] -------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] Today had not leaned into Fakhir's favor so far. His score on his last Literature quiz hadn't been as high as his overbearing sister would have liked and she had threatened to be all the more involved in his life if he didn't shape up. "You're smart, Fakhir! Stop pretending you're not!" Her voice was still a loud, obnoxious sound ringing in his ears. Though Nadia had told him she'd take away his motorcycle unless he spent more time studying, he'd immediately sped for the vehicle once she'd had her say. Luckily, she had also left out of town right after her angry lecture; off on a flight back to Cairo for a few days, thank god. But Fakhir had grown restless with the anxiety of the argument and had spent the past few hours just driving around the various districts of Tokyo on that beloved bike of his. He needed to take his mind away from family and from tension. Bratty as he could be, he actually disliked most conflicts. He didn't enjoy feeling uptight; didn't like how the muscles in his shoulders were knotted with tension. He needed something to take his mind off things. And as he drove through the district of Chiyoda, he knew just the thing.
It didn't take long for him to park his motorbike in a spot in the underground lot, though he almost seemed a bit shaky when he dismounted. To ease himself back into balance, he tugged pointlessly at his favorite purple shirt and shook his hips a little to feel a bit looser in those tight black pants of his. He was glad he'd decided to wear purple again today. Jacinto Rosario seemed fond of that color. After a few more minutes or casual grooming -- raking fingers through his hair, flicking his dangling, gold earrings -- Fakhir decided that, yes, this was a good idea. His thirst for intimacy seemed unquenchable, especially when he'd been pushed into an uncomfortable mood for the day. He wanted to be distracted... wanted to be numb with sensation. No, not numb. He wanted to feel alive; wanted to immerse himself in heat, rhythm, and the intensity of everything he constantly seemed hungry for. As confident as Fakhir most certainly was, he often loved feeling overwhelmed. He knew not what sort of mood he'd find Jacinto in today, but he decided it'd at least keep him occupied for a few hours. The man was interesting and eccentric; a welcome distraction even if an encounter didn't result in a tumble between the bed sheets.
The Egyptian made his way lazily up to the apartment. There was no need to rush, no need to hurry... He liked walking at a languid pace, even while his vexation towards his sister still tugged persistently at the back of his mind. He looked through the messages on his phone as a way to keep himself from thinking too much while he went, vaguely taking note of a text he owed Aubrey and that he still wanted to call Teru at some point soon. For now, though, he wasn't really in the mood to think about people who might be a good way to keep his mind off things. He wanted to be around someone who would be a distraction right now. So, tucking his phone back into his pocket, the exotic blonde stepped up to Jacinto's door and pushed in the code to unlock it.
He entered unannounced. Why spoil the surprise? The foreigner slunk through the door and pressed it closed behind him, finally smirking for the first time that day as he inhaled the welcome scent of the man's well-furnished home. He'd always been a very sensory person, delighting in the simple details of tastes, sounds, sights, touches, smells... Even just standing in the entry was enough to settle him back into his usual mindset. Ready or not, Fakhir's here to play. His smirk broadened when he heard the shower turn off abruptly. Oh, had he interrupted? What a shame. He would have liked to walk in on that sight, oh yes. Undaunted, though, the Egyptian sauntered towards the bathroom in question, still with that sly little smirk teasing the ends of his lips. He'd been about to rap playfully on the door when it actually opened, revealing a very wet, nearly naked Jacinto. Well, this was nice. Very nice. Fakhir could certainly get used to walking in on this more often. Crossing his arms lazily over his lean chest, the blonde regarded him with amusement in his kohl-lined, lilac eyes and with the slight tilt of his eyebrow. "Who else would it be? Or is it often than you hand out the combination to your lock? And here I was, thinking I was special."
He chuckled and eyed him up and down, shamelessly admiring him. But his eyes were quickly drawn back to the man's face while he grinned a grin to rival the Cheshire Cat's. "I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd drop by. Pity I didn't drop by a little bit sooner, though. I would have gladly joined you for that shower..." Sometimes he really did enjoy being such a bold flirt. And the purr in his voice made that all too obvious.
tag; jacintoooo <:
notes; well, here you go. don't worry about rushing, btw. take all the time you need since i usually get so distracted when i write posts. D: and, uh, enjoy fakhir the manwhore.
listening to; for your entertainment by adam lambert. pfft. 8I
muse; what's this? i actually have muse? egads, inform the press! |
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Post by JACINTO ROSARIO on Jun 12, 2010 19:42:12 GMT -5
Well, wasn't this a surprise? He walked in on him nearly naked, with a towel wrapped around his mid-section, covering that thing between his legs which he kept sacred. "Wearing purple again, hnn?~ It looks good on you." He spoke with teasing malice, running his fingers through his own blond hair as he fixed the towel around his waist, grabbing another one to dry off his face and shoulders, then his hair, making it the signature disheveled kind that a person would get when they wake up. He was still extremely wet, but at least his face and hair were half dry for the moment. It took him two minutes to do so, though, sprinkling water everywhere like a dog. "Should have brought me one of your shirts. I could use another style in fashion~" Oh yes; he always looked for different styles of fashion, and with Fakhir in front of him, he was the sole definition of that. Arabic, someone from Egypt. Who can he ask better for than a person like that? He knew well Fakhir takes quite the interest in him, as well as he himself does. Well, maybe thing will turn out great today, even if it involved getting hot in bed. "I don't give the combination to my lock to anyone, but you are the first~!" He replied, moving over to the t.v stand to grab his headband and scarf, putting them over his shoulder as he went to grab his set of clothes, while walking in his apartment, in front of his interest, half naked. Yes, does it look like he cared?
"Oh? Then I should do the same; when you're about to change out of your clothes that is." He replied, the signature haughty grin teasing his entire face, putting even the evilest smiles and grins to shame. "So... what's today's "Arabic phrase?" You always teach me such interesting words." He replied, grabbing a long sleeved t-shirt out of his closet and a pair of white skinny jeans, including a comb to brush his hair into the style that he wanted. He then looked over at Fakhir, looking him up and down with sincere interest. Jacinto forgotten to take off his purple contacts in the shower, which they are all ruined now. That was sad. He took them off without the need of a mirror, blinking for a second as the rare moment of his best friend seeing his blue eyes emerged, a true contrast against the colors that represented his personality and looks quite well. "You should have brought a serviette, Fakhirry. After all, I take showers three times a day! Oh; maybe you can join me those two times." He exclaimed, going behind that curtain Japanese people use so it made their body darker, just to tease Fakhir, pulling the towel off of his waist as he pulled the jeans onto his legs, putting on the black t-shirt over his chest. As for that, he wrapped the headband around his head and twirled the scarf around his neck, walking into sight only to stop and smile yet again.
"Fakhir Fakhir... What do you want for dinner?~"
TAG: fakhir baby~
MUSE: [/color] karma by bump of chickennnn..... WORDS:[/color] 526. CLOTHING:[/color] morty's usual outfit, mofo. 8I it makes him sexy regardless. NOTES:[/color] here's how the apartment looks like! jesus i have a lot of muse! CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size] |
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Post by KANAAN FAKHIR on Jun 12, 2010 21:43:34 GMT -5
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don't trip off the glitz that i'm gonna display
i'mma hold you down until you're amazed [/color] -------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] Fakhir didn't hide the interest in his eyes as he watched the man dry himself, looking on with something of a lustful daze. Was Jacinto aware of how hot he was? Tch, clearly. That's why he was being such a damn tease. Not that the teenager was really complaining. He enjoyed spending time with men who played this game as well as he did, after all. It kept him on his toes; kept him on the edge of his seat, eager for more, more, more. He was so caught up in oogling him that he'd nearly missed what was being said. Something about looking good in purple? Well, of course. It was probably Fakhir's favorite color, though that may have been quite typically gay of him. He liked the color because it was soothing and sensual, matching his violet eyes quite nicely and even complimenting his caramel skin tone and sandy blonde hair. As uninterested as he was in most things to do with fashion, he knew how to keep a stylish eye out for clothes that would accentuate everything he had to offer. Confident? Why, yes. I should say so. "Does it? I didn't notice." Such was said with a sly purr, his smirk all the more curved across his mouth. Oh, yes. Let the games begin.
"Tch. I don't think you'd be able to fit in one of my shirts. Not comfortably, anyway. Might be a little tight." To this, he shrugged his shoulders lazily, shifting his weight a little as he observed him with those cunning eyes gently lit with an amused hunger. He pulled at the cropped hem of his own shirt, as though to emphasize his point, intentionally drawing attention to his narrow hips and slender waist, which he shifted from side to side just once. And, as always, there was emphasis on a word that didn't have to be dirty... but could certainly sound very suggestive when sliding off the Egyptian's naughty tongue. He continued to watch as Jacinto went about collecting clothes and accessories, disappointed only in the fact that he was covering up that delicious body. Oh well. He was certain he'd have a taste sooner or later. Besides, it'd be nice to savor it all slowly... take his time. And there were still more clothes for Jacinto to find before he was completely clothed. Fakhir still had a few minutes to admire him in all his half-naked glory. He raised a skeptical eyebrow when told he was the only one with the lock code, though, openly scoffing at him. "Me? The first? I doubt that. But if you feel like flattering me, by all means, continue." He tilted his head back a little and opened an arm as though to make it clear he was eager to accept further sweet talk, always content to have his ego stroked a little... among other things.
The Egyptian rolled his eyes with his own smirk still in place, all the more amused with every word that came out of Jacinto's mouth. He was quite glad he'd decided to pay the CEO a visit. While his other friends could certainly offer distractions, they didn't seem as enigmatic as the man he was still oogling without shame. He needed a little spontaneity to cheer him up and, already, it was doing a good job of doing so. He'd nearly begun to forget about Nadia and her insistent scolding. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Too bad you don't have a key to my house, huh?" Despite Fakhir's attempts at being mature, he often gave in to his many immature impulses. He stuck his tongue out at Jacinto while grinning like a kid who'd stolen the last cookie from the cookie jar. His arms were crossed over his chest again after a moment, though, and he was back to his usual, "smooth" self. And Jacinto kept putting on more clothes, which wasn't what he'd been hoping for, but oh well. He'd just have to make due. He tapped a fingertip to his chin in thought as he heard the man ask him of a new Arabic phrase, recalling that he'd begun to humor the other blonde with a few dirty sayings the last time they'd met. Well, if he wanted to learn the language, what better way then to learn from the ground up? Fakhir was a native Egyptian, after all. He often claimed he knew what was and wasn't worth saying. "Today? Hm..." He paused for a moment, eyes downcast, then glanced back up at his face with that sly, fox's smile on his face. "Repeat after me: Aiza ta'mili hagat wiskha ma'aya? [/b]" And, after another pause, " Roughly, it translates into... 'Would you like to do dirty things with me?'" He was fiddling with one of his earrings as he said this, as though perfectly innocent despite his vulgarity. " Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Suave as always, Fakhir. It wasn't every day that he saw his companion without those purple eyes he seemed keen on maintaining. His own eyes - exotic, lined in kohl, and lavender - were naturally that color, but Jacinto seemed to have blue eyes instead. Huh... He hadn't known that. He seemed to be learning new things about the eccentric CEO every time they met up. This was such a change of scenery for Fakhir, who was used to figuring people out instantly and then growing bored of them after a few rolls in the sack. But Jacinto... Jacinto was a rare little treasure indeed. Again, there was that telltale raise of his eyebrow as he considered what he was being told. That playful smirk, though, had yet to dislodge from his expression. " Don't call me that, moron." And, yet, the Egyptian was chuckling. Really? Fakhirry? Well, he'd heard worse... " I'll hold you to that, you know. I always appreciate a nice, hot shower." It just never ended. Mm, he enjoyed these games... these teasing glances and knowing smirks. His eyes did not leave Jacinto as he slipped behind the screen, just taking note of the movements of his body no matter how well the details may have been hidden. It was when he emerged that those crafty eyes lit up again and he approached him, toying with the collar of his shirt with a coy smile. " Mm. Besides you? I'm not sure... What do you have to offer?[/b]"[/size][/blockquote][/justify]
tag; jacinto~ <:
notes; lololol this is fun, haha. and the arabic's pretty rough, but oh well. i tried. xD
listening to; for your entertainment by adam lambert. pfft. 8I
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