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| My Friend Of Misery; Rob and Jason | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: December 10, 2009, 5:32 pm (3,762 Views) | |
| Metic Girl | December 16, 2009, 11:00 pm Post #31 |
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Those pictures are really good inspiration. Damn. These Rob pairings are really making me think twice about our pretty bassist. For real. Still having a hard time thinking of Jay as a person of a sexual nature. If he ever gets a girl pregnant, someone's really gonna have to convince me it wasn't by osmosis. |
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| namenlos | December 17, 2009, 2:59 am Post #32 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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New chapter time! Pt. 5 Rob's POV Six beers, four Tequila shots, and three Jage Bombs later, I was pretty smashed. Jason seemed to be holding up quite well, but then I remembered what the band’s nickname was back in the 80s: Alcoholica. He had surely been a big part of that, and could probably drink me under the table. Chloe was gonna be pissed at me for getting so drunk, but it was a little too late to be worrying about that, now. I wondered what Jason’s reaction would be if I’d asked to stay in his hotel room for the night. As friends, of course, I quickly reminded myself. We’d agreed to take this slowly, and I was grateful for that. I was really starting to fall for Jason, and wasn’t about to let him become just another notch on my bedpost. “Chloe’s never gonna let me in drunk like this,” I lamented, hinting to Jason. The Tequila had really loosened me up. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my seat, waiting for Jason to respond. “You’re more than welcome to stay in my room, if you’d like.” Hook, line, and sinker. “Really?” I asked, eyes snapping open. “That’s not moving too fast, is it?” I asked meekly. “Who said anything about sleeping in the same bed?” Jason asked, smirking. I blushed. Right, I thought, feeling a slight pang of disappointment. “I’m kidding,” Jason said, reaching across the table to take ahold of one of my hands. “My room’s only got one bed,” he said softly, glancing up at me coyly. I shyly slipped out of his grip and grabbed my beer, not wanting anybody to notice. “Not here,” I whispered. “Alright,” Jason whispered back, his blue eyes gleaming. I leaned across the table, close to Jason. “You’re very handsome,” I admitted quietly, feeling my ears getting hot. I looked down at the coaster my beer was set on, suddenly finding the Jose Cuervo logo very interesting. Jason smiled, peeling the label off of his bottle of beer. “I think you’re very handsome, too.” |
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| Wishful | December 17, 2009, 5:37 am Post #33 |
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Cliff and Lars Lover
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Wheeeee nearly bed time
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| namenlos | December 17, 2009, 6:01 am Post #34 |
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You mean you want them to have sex on the first date?!? Claire, you naughty woman, you!
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| Wishful | December 17, 2009, 6:03 am Post #35 |
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Cliff and Lars Lover
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Ahh well what can I say
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| namenlos | December 17, 2009, 6:06 am Post #36 |
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Well... I don't wanna disappoint my fans...
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| Cliff Burton Lover... | December 17, 2009, 9:12 am Post #37 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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You can't leave us here, waiting!!!! |
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| Metic Girl | December 17, 2009, 9:58 am Post #38 |
Frantic
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LMAO!! Aww, that's so cute!! I like this story! It's really sweet. =D I wanna find out what happens next!! |
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| Rhia | December 17, 2009, 10:11 am Post #39 |
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And you are all I see...
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Aww, bless those two, so cute!
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| GibleTrujillo | December 17, 2009, 1:23 pm Post #40 |
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Johnny Sloth
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Nice pics Lori!
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| namenlos | December 29, 2009, 6:38 pm Post #41 |
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Sorry this update has taken me so long, girls. I plan to have more done by the end of the night. Pt. 6 Jason’s POV Fuck. Nervous. Fucking nervous. Nervous. Fuck. Alcohol doesn’t do shit to calm my nerves anymore. I need weed to do that. My sweating hands were having a hell of a time gripping the steering wheel. I fiddled with the radio, finally slipping a CD in the player instead. I didn’t even know what it was, I just played whatever I grabbed first. “Greetings, loved ones…” came Snoop Dogg’s opening words. I sighed in relief. I could handle listening to Snoop right now. I focused on the first song, feeling it mellow me out, making me really wish I had a joint. I glanced at Rob, and smiled when I saw him grooving along to the music, bobbing his head to the laid-back beat. I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to touch him. Anywhere. I just needed to touch him. His face, his arms, his hair… oh God, his beautiful hair. Somewhere along the way, Rob’s hair band had come undone, leaving his long, dark hair to cascade over his shoulders in ebony waves. I chewed on my lower lip and focused on the road. A single touch would be pushing it too far. I was pretty drunk, but not too drunk. Or not drunk enough to get away with it, I should say. “You like Snoop?” I asked Rob, attempting to make conversation. I needed to keep my mind out of the gutter. My thoughts about the man next to me weren’t exactly innocent at the moment. “I grew up in the ‘hood, holmes,” Rob joked, grinning. “Of course I like Snoop. I even met him at the MTV Icon show we did. He’s really cool, really laid-back. ” I smiled, remembering the first time I’d met Snoop. Sparked up several blunts with him after one of his shows and got completely bombed. That was certainly a fun night. “Yeah, I’ve met him, too. Fucker got me wasted on some good shit.” Rob chuckled. Fuck, what a sexy mouth, I thought, looking at Rob out of the corner of my eye. I wonder what he’d do if I pulled over right now and ravished those pretty lips? I squirmed in my seat and discreetly loosened the crotch of my slacks. The CD drowned out my resulting moan, and hopefully he hadn’t seen my adjustment. Fuck, can’t I reign it in for just one second? I thought. But it had been far too long for me, and I was feeling kind of desperate. “You okay?” Rob asked, glancing at me. I think he saw me. |
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| Cliff Burton Lover... | December 29, 2009, 7:49 pm Post #42 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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He saw him? He understands what he did? What is he going to do???? MOREMOREMOREMOREPLZ............ |
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| Mrs Ratfield | December 29, 2009, 7:59 pm Post #43 |
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great sequel your description of Rob's hair made me melt away like ice in the sunshine Soooo curious to know what will happen next!
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| namenlos | December 30, 2009, 2:55 am Post #44 |
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Thanks for reading, girls. Here's a short update:Pt. 7 Rob’s POV Holy shit, the tension, I thought, feeling beads of sweat beginning to form on my face. And of course, Jason stood right next to me in the elevator, so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I knew Jason was struggling to keep himself in check, because I’d noticed him trying to adjust himself in the car. “Would you like another drink?” Jason offered when we finally got to his hotel room. I flopped down on the bed and completely sprawled out. “Naw, man…” I drawled. “I think I’ve had enough.” I toed my shoes off and sighed in relief. “What a day! Rock and Roll Hall of Famers, can you fucking believe it?” I turned my head to look at Jason, who sat down at the table and began rolling a joint. “It’s pretty fuckin’ amazing, if you ask me,” Jason said, licking the edge of the Zig-Zag and sealing it shut. “I can’t fuckin’ believe it either.” Jason lit up and took a toke. Then he held the joint in my direction, but I shook my head. “Not a smoker, man,” I told him. I sat up with a groan and took off my satin shirt, carelessly dropping it to the floor. I peeled of my wifebeater and flopped back down on the bed, fully aware of Jason’s eyes on me. I unbuckled my belt and undid my slacks, but that was as far as I got. I was too lazy to get up and actually take them off. “You grew up in the ‘hood, and you’ve never smoked weed?” Jason asked me, a playful glint in his eye. “I ain’t saying I never did it…” I answered, trailing off. I closed my eyes and nearly dozed off when I was snapped out of it by Jason’s fingers sliding beneath my waistband. I looked up just as he peeled off my slacks, and I groaned at the realization of what was happening. Well, I don’t think friendship was going to be that important of an issue for us tonight. Yeah, I’m all for getting to know Jason, becoming good friends and all that. But I really don’t think we’ll be able to get together much as friends, anyway. So, one night stand? Bring it on. I won’t regret anything. |
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| Oh Hell | December 30, 2009, 3:08 am Post #45 |
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Outlaw Torn
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YES! I have nothing more to say! So, imma sit right here and
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Claire, you naughty woman, you!
Here's a short update:

4:49 AM Jul 11