sometime around midnight [ASHTON]

[CARSON CAIN WALKER]

THEN YOU WALK UNDER THE STREETLIGHTS, AND
YOU'RE TOO DRUNK TO NOTICE THAT EVERYONE'S STARING AT YOU, YOU JUST

DON'T CARE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE THE WORLD IS
FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING

<sup>What was even the fucking point of school? It wasn't like Carson did anything constructive. When he did go to class he was usually either hung over or felt like being a complete bitch about everything the teacher said. Was that really his fault? Carson told himself it wasn't, but he knew that it really was. He sat in his room, wondering briefly if his roommate was just scared of him or if there were another reason the guy was never around. It wasn't like Carson cared. For all he cared the guy could move out and fuck himself. It wasn't the Carson hated the guy it was that he didn't care enough to find a reason to like him.

Carson sat on his bed, staring at the white walls. He didn't like his dorm and he didn't like being in it. The room seemed more like a prison to him than anything. Carson glanced around the room. He needed something to do. It was starting to get late and he figured that he needed to make the best of his time. Carson stood, stretching his arms into the air. He moved to his closet, picking out a pale pink button-up and a khaki colored jacket. Carson changed his clothes, tossing the dirty ones in his closet in a hamper. As Carson finished buttoning his shirt he moved into the bathroom, proceeding to brush his teeth and put on some deodorant. Carson hated smelling bad almost as much as his twin brother did.

Once Carson was finished he headed out the door. It seemed he was just in time to catch Peter in the hallway. His brown eyes fell on his twin brother. Peter spoke up to him, saying hello. Carson glared, Don't talk to me, bitch. He said darkly. Peter didn't seem to take it personally. His twin only shook his head and said something about how he must be sober. Carson rolled his eyes, Mind your own fucking business. Carson kept walking, leaving his brother in his wake. He didn't cut Peter much slack when it came down to everyday confrontation. Carson was well aware that his harsh treatment hurt his brother's feelings, but he felt more like it did Peter a service.

Carson cared about his brother. It wasn't quite evident in the way Carson treated Peter, but he did care. He just wasn't the type of guy that would wrap his brother in a big hug and talk about how glad he was that he had a brother like Peter. That wasn't Carson's style. He had a more round-a-bout way of doing things. Carson pocketed his hands and moved toward the dorm exit. He still needed an idea about what to do. It was almost divine intervention when a short brunette girl came up behind him, taking him by the arm. By reflex Carson almost punched her, but he refrained. She asked him to come to a club with her and who was he to refuse a possible lay? Carson hailed a cab, though he was already starting to get annoyed by the brunette girl.

The girl kept on talking about how hot he was and how good he smelled and how she wanted to dance with him and she loved to dance. It was a bunch of shit Carson really didn't care to hear. The girl kept inching closer to him in the cab, causing Carson to lean away even more until he broke down. STOP THE MOTHER FUCKING CAB He yelled. Carson turned to the girl, If you're that horny go fuck the cab driver. Don't beg people it makes you look like a whore. I don't fuck whores, sweetheart, so try again next time. Carson opened the cab door and slammed it after he exited the cab. He didn't care that he could hear the girl cry from outside the cab.

Carson walked the rest of the way to a club that he knew of. He was granted entry without much of a problem. Carson had a rather realistic fake ID that he carried that said he was 21. He moved about the people in the club. At least it was one of those clubs where it was dark and the only light was from the bar and random strobe lights. Carson made his way to the bar, ignoring anyone who tried to talk to them. He hated most everyone in that club at the moment and there was no way that the would be able to even pretend to like any of them until he was at least a little drunk.

Raising his hand, Carson caught the bartender's attention. Strongest thing you got. Carson said harshly. His voice always had a certain amount of authority to it. When the bartender arrived with his drink Carson tipped him, then took a sip of his drink. The liquid burned his throat as it went down, but no one else would be able to tell that. Carson looked down to is drink, tilting the liquid in his glass slightly before taking another sip. Another night. Another drink. Another morning of not quite being able to remember what he had done.

» T A G G E D « ASHTON :]
» W O R D S « 8 8 9
» L Y R I C S « sometime around midnight by airborne toxic event
» N O T E S « lol should be interesting
» C R E D I T S « all of it to me xD</sup>

[ASHTON COLE JOHNSON-WALKER]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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Ashton shut off the computer and stood up. Whatever... he didnt need to be up here. He ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck. He then moved it up running his fingers down from the top of his head and down fixing the straightened pieces. Ashton hated when it curled. He remembered one time he didnt straighten his hair and it was kind of longer and so it had curled. All day he had random girls talking about his hair and how cute the curls were and how soft they looked and how they wished they had hair like his. He looked at thme like they were fucking crazy because... really. What the fuck! Girls were fucking psychotic!

It wasnt until his last period that one of those girls who sat behind him touched his hair. played with some of the girls. He snapped at her, telling her to leave him the fuck alone and if she touched his hair again he was going to crush her fingers to the point where they couldnt be fixed and the best she could do was get her hand chopped off and get it replaced by a fake one. He said it shouldnt be to hard, theyve designed shit like that for the handicapped. Of course hed gotten kicked out of class for that and now her and her friends act as though hes some loose canon ready to kill them everytime they get near him. She even changed classrooms. Ashton didnt mind though, the girl was annoying as hell. Besides she was blond. He hates blonds.

Ashton went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, washing it out with mouthwash after wards as well. He made sure his hair was in place, he hated when it was messed up. He wasnt vain but he also didnt like things being out of place. He noticed a potential spot that could flip up soon with just alittle bit of a breeze. He grabbed a come and ran it through fixing it. Better. He tilted his head leaning in closer just kind of looking at him self. He wasnt really sure what he was looking for or why. Scrunching his nose up he leaned back again and turned away walking back into the room.

He didnt bother changing, he was only going out. He didnt plan on doing anything or going anywhere so he figured the white t-shirt and black vest over it was suitable enough. He pulled his cabby hat on and then his black leather jacket on over that. It was still a bit chilly out. He pulled open a drawer and then pulled out a small chest he had. Moving some things around in it he lifted what looked liket he bottom of it up and then pulled out the baggy and the papers that were in there. Fixing the box back up he replaced it. He quickly pulled out a few wraps and then put what he needed in there. rolling them quickly he twisted the ends and then placed them in his pocket.

Ashton knew peter would be there soon and he wanted to be out before that. grabbing his lighter he headed out of the room. He didnt see peter at all so he figured he must still be outside. He went around back not wanting to chance running into him up front. Well... he just didnt want to feel the need that he had to talk to him, not that he did, but for some reason it was like... if he passed peter he had to at least say hi right? Well he didnt know... whatever. The point was he wasnt going to chance it. He didnt want to talk to him... or anyone. He just wanted to get out side and smoke.

He could feel the antsy ness in his body. His heart was starting to beat faster and his hands were starting to shake a bit. He licked his lips, a hand going down to his jacket pocket, almost as if he was guarding it. Once he pushed passed the doorway and the air hit him, he glanced around him quickly. eyes taking in the area around him and he pulled the joint out putting it to his lips and lighting it. He inhaled once... then twice. He could already feel it helping. His heart was starting to slow down. When he took the third hit he noticed his hands werent shaking anymore.

He cut through the grass coming around the front and made his way down the walk. He thought maybe he hit up a gas station. Get something to eat, or maybe something to drink. His mouth was parched. He took another hit, and then another. Ashton walked into the gas station. He grabbed a small bag of cheetos, those small grab bags that normal parents throw in their kids lunch box when they're younger. He grabbed a snow ball and then a bottle of water. After paying he headed out of the station turned, heading towards the park. He needed somewhere to sit. He thought about just sitting down on cement in front of the gas station, but there was a lot of gum all over and besides it was a gas station. God only knows how much gas was tracked there or how many people spit or spilled in the area.

There were several kids running around at the park and some people walking there pets, but right now all ashton wanted was his food. He ignored anyone that tried to talk to him or anyone that passed by him as he bee lined it for a picnic table in the area where they usually allow for picnics and even some grill outs. He tore open the bag of cheetos. He munched down several before opening the snowball. He took a drink of his water to rinse out the cheese flavor and then took a bite of the snow ball. He chewed it slowly his nose crinkling up.

Who the fuck thought of these! he pulled it away and threw it. It hit one of the small trees that had been freshly planted around. He heard a small gasp nearby and he turned to look at a woman her hands over her childs ears and a disapproving look at him. Ashton rolled his eyes. Oh save it lady. You honestly think the kid doesnt hear worse at his school or with his friends. Saving him from my one fucking curseword is going to do nothing. Hes already tainted. can t save a child from life, so get over it. he stood up. People are fucking idiots.. he growled as he moved over to the garbage can and threw the rest of his cheetos away as well as the snow ball. He honestly hadnt meant to throw the cheetos away but he was pissed and didnt think about it. headed back down the trail as he downed the majority of the water. It just wasnt hitting him though. He didnt want water. He wanted something else. Tossing the water bottle in the next recycle bin he found he placed his hands in his pockets as he made his way downtown.

He wanted to do something. Wanted something, he was thirsty. His eyes fell on a nearby club. Without thought he changed his direction and crossed the street heading over towards it. He pulled out his id when asked. He always carried around a fake I.D. They let him in. He needed to wash his hands first and then he would get something to drink. Shouldering his way through he finally got into the bathroom. There were several people in there, most of them pissing while a small group was in the corner near the sinks passing a pipe around. He washed his hands his nostrils flaring and he glanced over at the group. He really didnt like putting his mouth on what other people have before, but the smell was calling to him. He used his elbow to hit the button for the air dryer. Once his hands were satisfactory he moved over. People in groups didnt care. They passed the shit around not even noticing that someone else was there and if they did then they were usually like, hey the more the merrier man... enjoy ... this is great dude, whats up and all that shit. He stayed for a couple hits before he saw the mouth of the guy just before him and how nasty hsi breath was and... he needed a shot.

He moved out of the bathroom making his way to the bar. He needed something strong that would burn any kind of germs in his mouth. shot of everclear he said. It was one of the alcohols closest to 100 proof and it tasted like shit but by god hed rather do that then think about what could possibly be swimming around in his mouth right now. He downed it quickly actually surprised that he managed to keep it down with the way it burned his mouth and throat.

Next drink is on me. a, what ashton was presuming was a sexy voice, at least thats what she must be going for, said beside him. as she slid in next to Ashton. Ashton glanced at her his eyes taking in her top half and the extremely slutty number she was wearing. He wondered if it was even in her size, her breasts looked like they were about to pop out. He rolled his eyes upwards.

Ashton told the bartender what he wanted and after he got the womans order he went to make it. She smiled wickedly at him as she picked up the toothpick from her nearly empty glass, a cherry was stuck at the end of it and she popped it in her mouth sucking it off trying to do it in a very suggestive manner. Ashtons brows rose a bit and he grunted again. She frowned at first before she thought maybe he was playing hard to get. Im candice, but you can call me candy...she replied, running her tongue slowly over her cherry red lips, her blond hair hung like straw down over her shoulders. Clearly shed bleached her hair far too often.

He was about to give her a sarcastic comment about it probably being her stripper name or something when the bartender came over and set their drinks down waiting for payment. The girl pulled out a small wad of cash from the top of her chest in her bra. Seriously? Are you kidding me? God.. could she be more of a disgusting whore. That was so goddamn tacky. hE wouldnt be surprised if she had a wad in her g-string for christ sakes.

Ashton stirred his drink and then took a drink. She turned to him again waiting. Finally when he didnt look at her or speak she leaned in close her hand going to his thigh and she ran it up squeezing at the top of his thigh. So whats your name suger? If he had been sober he would have probably knocked her on her ass right away, but since he wasnt exactly sober he gave yet another grunt, shaking his head and he leaned back with a slight sigh, his head falling to the side to give her a look. Moving his hand to her wrist he lifted it off of his thigh flinging it back to her like it was a piece of contaminated trash that he wanted away from him as fast as possible.

How bout... none of your fucking business... and dont call me sugar again.. he told her. And if i wanted to be touched by a mangy nasty ass whore then i would have gone to your corner and asked how much you were charging then i would have considered if it was really worth a lifetime of disease and contamination just to let you touch my dick. Plus im not desperate so ... thanks for then drink but i think you're in the wrong place. he turned back to his drink. satisfied with the way her mouth had dropped. She scoffed and then brought her hand back and slapped his arm as hard as she could since he wasnt facing her enough for her to slap his face. She then grabbed her purse and stormed off.

Ashton smirked into his drink as he ttipped his head back taking a long drink. He finished it off ordering another.

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[CARSON CAIN WALKER]

THEN YOU WALK UNDER THE STREETLIGHTS, AND
YOU'RE TOO DRUNK TO NOTICE THAT EVERYONE'S STARING AT YOU, YOU JUST

DON'T CARE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE THE WORLD IS
FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING

<sup>Nine times out of ten alcohol kept him grounded and made him feel like he didn't have to keep his defenses up so high. Carson was still a blunt asshole when drunk, but most of the time he lightened up. After finishing his first drink a skinny blonde took her place at his side. Her hair was long and silky and the way the bar light hit it there was a bit of a shine to it. She looked at him with an amused smile before motioning for another drink. Carson kept his eyes on her, his brown eyes narrowed. He was always suspicious of people who bought him drinks. He never knew exactly what they wanted out of it. Carson took the drink the bartender brought before the girl could do anything. He licked his lips, not bothering with a thank you before he tossed the drink back.

Carson slammed the empty glass down on the bar. He didn't look back at the blue-eyed blonde until she spoke. What would it take to get you into that back room with me? Hm? The girl asked, her voice low and husky. Carson shook his head for a moment. About three more drinks. He said. Carson had been sarcastic, but he noticed that she was already ordering three more drinks. Oh well. That was three free drinks for him. Carson tossed each drink back as quick as he could. His head felt a little fuzzy, but he didn't really care about that. Carson turned toward the girl. He pulled her by her wrist to the edge of the dance floor. Carson yanked her close, his hand moving to her waist, You want me in the back room, eh? Well, Carson smirked as he moved in, pretending as if he were going to kiss her. He stopped just before his lips would be touching hers. You aren't going to get that, blondie, better luck at the end of the night.

Pulling away Carson felt satisfied. He moved away from her, leaving her standing at the edge of the dance floor like a statue. Carson walked back toward the bar. More than likely the alcohol was messing with his head already, but for some reason as Carson walked toward the bar his eyes fell on a boy. Now Carson spent a good bit of time convincing himself that he was straighter than an arrow. He didn't want to admit that he wasn't really attracted to any of the girls that he slept with. Most of them were just there so that he could have a good time and not think about it. This time a guy had caught his attention and Carson mentally chided himself for thinking even for a moment that the guy was attractive. Carson walked to the bar thinking that there was no way that guy was attractive. He was far too skinny and bony.

Carson still couldn't figure out why he was still moving closer. He reached over, taking a drink from the tray of one of the waitresses. Carson slowly took a sip as he drew closer. He kept his eyes trained on the back of the guy. Why the hell was he so focused? Carson shook his head as he got too close to be creepy. He had seen a girl leave the seat after slapping the guy. The whole scene made Carson want to laugh. Girls were much too easily offended. Carson watched the girl storm past him. He raised an eyebrow as he walked toward the free seat. Carson sat, motioning for another drink. He didn't look at the guy, only waited for his drink. You've got quite a way with the ladies I see. Carson said with a smirk as his drink finally arrived.

Carson took the drink in his hand, taking a sip. Man, he was just powering through drinks for the night. He was already working on his sixth. Carson knew that he needed to stop after this one too. If he kept going, then he was sure that he would be passed out. He turned toward the guy with a raised eyebrow. Say, if I touched you the way she did would you call me a nasty whore? Hm? Would you tell me thanks but no thanks? I'm not buying you a drink by the way. Carson didn't really know what he was saying. Words were spilling out of his mouth really before he could stop them. He tilted his head as he waited on the guy's answer. Hopefully this would be interesting. There were too many times that Carson thought things would turn out interesting, but they'd be just as boring as before.

Upon tossing back the rest of the drink Carson slid the empty glass down to the bartender who caught it and put it away. Carson was a pretty regular customer. He usually came and drank his life away while smoking a cigarette. SMOKING! That was what felt so wrong. Carson fished his pack of marlboro unfiltered cigarettes out of his pocket along with his favorite zippo lighter. Carson flipped the lighter open and lit the cigarette that he had gotten out of the pack. He slid the pack back into his pocket, but he kept his lighter out. Carson inhaled some smoke as he flipped his lighter open. He exhaled through the corner of his mouth since both hands were preoccupied. Carson mindlessly ran his palm over the flam a few times. It didn't really hurt to him.

Carson then pocketed the lighter, drawing his cigarette from between his lips and exhaling the rest of the smoke. Smoking was like Carson's escape from the real world. Being able to light up a cigarette kept him sane during the week when he couldn't get drunk. Carson held the cigarette between his pointer and bird fingers and glanced once more to his skinny companion.

» T A G G E D « ASHTON :]
» W O R D S « 1 0 0 2
» L Y R I C S « sometime around midnight by airborne toxic event
» N O T E S « lol should be interesting
» C R E D I T S « all of it to me xD</sup>

[ASHTON COLE JOHNSON-WALKER]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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The bartender set some peanuts up on the bar. Normally ashton did not trust them, but they were fresh and no one was really sitting right next to him now that the stupid broad had left and he was getting really hungry. He reached over popping some in his mouth. He wasnt a big nut fan, especially cashews, but whatever it would do. Some places had popcorn, but it seemed as though this place did not and usually bar pizza tasted like crap. He wasnt even sure if this place sold stuff like that. He glanced around for maybe a grill or a pizza oven or something but something like that could be easily hidden.

Ashton shook his head, whatever, didnt matter. He licked his lips the salt from the peanuts making him really thirsty. He took a large drink. The condensation from the glass making a mess of his napkin and the bar top as well as his glass before then requesting a new napkin. Once the bartender gave him it he set it under his glass again. He could feel someone sit down next to him but he didnt look at him right away. At least not until the guy addressed him.

Ashton glanced over at him and smirked. What can I say... Im a natural. he replied with heavy sarcasm. He played with his straw, stirring his drink and stabbing at the ice cubes a bit. Ashton was surprised to see peter here. He had thought he was going to take a nap. Maybe hed changed his mind, or maybe he had but then got up and decided to go out. He tilted his head a bit. Something was different about him, though he wasnt quite sure what.

Of course at Peters next words Ashton had to give a double take. Was peter... he tilted his head a bit. he really just didnt take peter for someone that talked like that and he seemed so confident. He glanced at the glass in front of him. He was drinking. Again that just.. seemed weird but whatever, right now ashton wasnt really going to dwell too much on that. This was interesting. He ... kind of liked this. He then remembered earlier that peter had asked if he wanted to go out with him tonight. Huh so this is what he had planned on... well.. he was kind of glad he ran into him. It was definitely something to see peter like this.

Ashton snorted though and shrugged. sorry but I dont do things for free. You cant cop a feel unless you buy me a drink and if you do buy me a drink and decide to take your turn, its not until you do it that you'll find out if I break your hand and tell you to fuck off... he gave him a wide smirk at that. so its up to you. he told him lifting the glass to his lips and taking a sip from it. He kept his eyes on peter as he did so. wanna see if you're special? he asked and 'heh'd' after that. He wondered if his remark would freak peter out or not. Honestly he was just messing around, he was sure peter would get that. He thought.

Ashton watched as he reached in his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Ashton wasnt a smoker, but he had no room to tell people not to smoke. Whatever they did with their life was their business just like he did. So people couldnt tell him how to live his life either. He set his glass down. Though... he really never recalled peter to be a smoker. Then again he didnt know peter all that well. The guy could have several secrets up his sleeve. huh... he mused some.

Ashton tilted his head in a bit of an alluring way without realizing it. He wondered how peter would do this. If he would be like that girl or if he would shy out, or if hed actually... do something. he wasnt sure what he was hoping for really, but with the way peters been acting to night he really kind of thought the last option would be interesting.

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[CARSON CAIN WALKER]

THEN YOU WALK UNDER THE STREETLIGHTS, AND
YOU'RE TOO DRUNK TO NOTICE THAT EVERYONE'S STARING AT YOU, YOU JUST

DON'T CARE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE THE WORLD IS
FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING

<sup>Carson wasn't an idiot. He used sarcasm enough to be able to pinpoint when someone else was using it. Either this guy didn't care to be a hit with the ladies or he really just had rotten luck with them. No matter which it was Carson still had the advantage. He figured that as long as he had the advantage nothing would be wrong. There weren't too many guys out there that Carson was genuinely interested in just by looking at them. Of course, it was just the lust vibe at the moment. Carson was also drunk and there was no way he could trust his baser instincts at the moment. He was trying to be aware of the fact that he's not supposed to be gay or bi or whatever the fuck he was. Carson didn't really know.

As the guy answered him Carson raised an eyebrow. He had a feeling that this guy had no idea about who he was talking to. Carson figured that the guy would regret saying what he just had because Carson was going to take that as a challenge. There was absolutely no way that he couldn't. Carson motioned for a shot after the guy had finished. He thought about tossing it back before he made his move. Carson was giving him a little bit of time to mentally prepare himself for what was going to happen. Not that the guy could really know what was about to happen. Poor guy. Carson pushed the shot back, saving it for later as he turned to face Ashton. That's not for you, don't get any ideas. Carson warned.

Carson shook his head slightly with a smirk. You want to see if I'm special? Hmm well, I happen to be willing to test that. He said, his voice lowering. Carson reached out, pulling the mystery boy to him by his shirt collar. He let the guy's shirt go, one hand moving to the guy's thy just as the girl had done before. Carson moved up gently like she had done, but a devilish smirk appeared on his lips as he dug his fingertips into the guy's thy and drug them downward. His other hand rested at the guy's waist, his fingertips digging in just as he had done on the guy's thy. Carson didn't really think that this guy was going to be breaking his hand or anything. Even if he did Carson would consider that a turn-on more than anything.

Go ahead, break my hand. Carson said, his voice still low. Rough me up. Call me a whore. Carson wasn't entirely sure why he tended to get off on that kind of stuff. The idea of someone he thought was attractive treating him like shit was sort of appealing to him, though he didn't expect the guy to follow up on it.

» T A G G E D « ASHTON :]
» W O R D S « 4 9 5
» L Y R I C S « sometime around midnight by airborne toxic event
» N O T E S « lol should be interesting
» C R E D I T S « all of it to me xD</sup>

[ASHTON COLE JOHNSON-WALKER]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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Ashton glanced at him as he ordered a drink, brow raising, but then peter said it wasnt for him. Was it weird that Peter was kind of turning him on with the way he was acting. It was just so unlike him. Then again maybe it was the drugs and alcohol talking, Ash didnt really know, but it didnt matter. He snorted and rolled his eyes a bit but said nothing. Well alright then, he wasnt going to assume that Peter was actually going to get him a drink to try and make a move on him.

He finished his drink off and ordered another. His attention was brought back to peter and he shook his head. no thats for you to find out... not me. he said. When he said he was willing to test that, Ashton smirked yet again. Really now... Maybe Peter was going to play the game. He gave an indifferent shrug though he wasnt sure if it made too much of an affect as he was then grabbed by the front of his shirt. His brows rose as he was let go and a hand was put to his thigh, going up just like the girl had. The only difference this time was that the Peter gave him one the hottest... devilish grins hed ever seen and then dug his fingers into his thigh dragging it downward. He then added to it by putting his hand to his waist and doing the same thing.

For fucks sake, hed be lying if he said it turned him off. In fact it did the exact opposite. He licked his lips, eyes darkening and he gave Peter his own little smirk, his lips curling up at the corner. Rough him up eh? Peter actually wanted him to do this? well he wasnt the type to say something and then back down from it especially since it seemed peter was challenging him. Hed show him. God he never knew peter could be so... guess he didnt give him credit enough. He remember describing peter as sweet like a guy fumbling trying to please, but... he wasnt sure if it was the alcohol... no it must be. it had to be the alcohol... it turned peter into ... this dominating... challenging.. just... hot...

Ashton reached down then his hand gripping around peters hand in a vice like grip pulling it off of his thigh twisting it away from him as he reached out grabbing the shirt front of his shirt this time drawing him nearer, eyes glinting dangerously as they were only about an inch apart. I said.... You had to buy me a drink first. If you cant follow the rules then you cant touch. he tightened his grip on peters wrist even more before he let go with a bit of a shove letting go of his hand as he did so. He then turned back to his fresh drink. Try again? he said.

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[CARSON CAIN WALKER]

THEN YOU WALK UNDER THE STREETLIGHTS, AND
YOU'RE TOO DRUNK TO NOTICE THAT EVERYONE'S STARING AT YOU, YOU JUST

DON'T CARE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE THE WORLD IS
FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING

<sup>Carson’s style of flirtation usually revolved around a series of mind games. He absolutely hated being obvious and he didn’t like for the other person to believe they had any cards to hold. Usually Carson found random girls in the club who wanted nothing more than to sleep with him. He would lead them in, be obnoxiously charming, and then drop them last minute. There was something about girls that hung around a club for a quick fuck that just made Carson think they were trash. He didn’t really settle for that.

There were only a few exceptions for when he had been so drunk he just couldn’t remember what had happened. He was sure that on those nights he might have broken his no club girls rule. That was beside the point. The point was that at the moment Carson had his sights set on a club boy. This was different mostly because normal club boys worked the same standards he did if not slightly stricter. That, and Carson was still very much in the middle of convincing himself that he wasn’t gay at all. Of course he was coming onto a guy so that really didn’t help his case much.

It was so far so good though. The skinny boy seemed to react the way Carson expected to his touches. Carson raised an eyebrow as he gripped his hand. It was a pretty hard grip for sure, but Carson had a high tolerance for pain. He could take large amounts of pain without reacting too heavily to it, though even Carson had his limits. It did hurt when he twisted his arm, but Carson wasn’t about to let that show on his face. Instead Carson shook his head. If you wanted to hold my hand you should have just said so. Carson said sarcastically.

He let his arm fall to his side as he studied the guy. It just didn’t work the way the guy was saying. Carson didn’t just go around buying people drinks. He didn’t do that kind of flirtation. That would be like paying the boy to react to him. Those kinds of business transactions were on the top of Carson’s “never do this ever” list. It was really kind of hot how this mystery guy had gripped his waist almost as tight as he had gripped his hand. To anyone with a normal sense of pain, they would probably be reduced to tears.

Let me tell you how things work in my rule book. Carson said as he turned back to the bar. Unless you’re a whore, you wouldn’t be asking for payment. Don’t say buying a drink isn’t payment. Anything money is put into is a payment. He glanced over to Ashton. So, are you a whore? Or are you just not confident enough that you can satisfy me? Carson smirked as he picked up his cigarette and took a drag. This was an interesting exchange.

Carson had to admit that he wasn’t disappointed with his approaching the guy. There was still a ways to go, though, before the night was over. Carson still had time to really make his mark on this guy. Carson could easily leave an impression with people. He never promised a good impression. He wasn’t sure that he was capable of an entirely good impression. If it is the latter, then I suppose I could try and understand, but I don’t really feel like an understanding guy at the moment.

» T A G G E D « ASHTON :]
» W O R D S « 5 8 2
» L Y R I C S « sometime around midnight by airborne toxic event
» N O T E S « lol should be interesting
» C R E D I T S « all of it to me xD</sup>

[ASHTON COLE JOHNSON-WALKER]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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Ashton snorted. ah.. and I thought you liked the more direct approach. he replied just as sarcastically. Ashton took a drink. He looked over at peter. He was still trying to get used to this new peter. As much as he was enjoying this new peter, he almost kind of was disappointed. The peter he knew, he wanted him to stay the way he was. He had an allure about him, that innocent but... something in his eyes also said he wasnt as innocent, but just... he didnt know. He couldnt explain and really why should it matter. Peter was just his room mate. He shouldnt even be caring about how peter really was or not.

Again he had to give him a second look from the words that came from his mouth. Something just wasnt adding up. He thought maybe it was just the alcohol or.. maybe it was the drugs. Maybe he smoked something bad and now he was imagining this. Maybe this wasnt peter at all maybe peter wasnt here. maybe he wasnt talking to anyone and people were probably thinking he was crazy.

Why would he be imagining peter anyway? Why would he imagine him like this? Maybe a part of him wouldnt mind if peter were like this at times, but again his thoughts of peter being like this and not like he really was. God why was this so fucking confusing. He rubbed his head a bit his brows furrowed some in concentrated frustrated slightly confused look. He looked at the drink in his hand. Maybe he should stop. He took a drink anyway. Or maybe he should just see how this goes. Maybe peter was messing with him.

He looked back at Peter again. eh.. well he could play along too. He shrugged some smirking again. well... I guess Im screwed either way. he said. If i were a whore you wouldnt pay for me and if i thought I just wasnt good enough then you're not in the mood to be understanding. he said. Then again the fact you only gave those two options... you dont think it could be something else? he said. Though I think we both know that it cant very well be the latter. he moved close to carson. Im pretty sure we both know I could satisfy you and then some. he gripped the front of peters shirt and pulled him forward the rest of the way to close the gap his lips claiming his lips in a hard kiss.

Normally ashton didnt do pda, but this was different and he was fucked up so rules changed.

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[CARSON CAIN WALKER]

THEN YOU WALK UNDER THE STREETLIGHTS, AND
YOU'RE TOO DRUNK TO NOTICE THAT EVERYONE'S STARING AT YOU, YOU JUST

DON'T CARE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE THE WORLD IS
FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING

<sup>Carson raised an eyebrow at the guy's comment about the direct approach. He wasn't quite sure about how this guy just talked like he already knew him. Oh well. Carson figured that in the end it would be worth it. He usually didn't want to flirt with guys. Carson was in quite a bit of denial about the fact that he did occasionally think some guys were attractive. It was usually just a fleeting sensation. Usually as soon as Carson spoke with them the attraction would go away. Carson didn't mind it as long as it never became anything that made him full blown bisexual. There was nothing wrong with being a little bit insecure about sexuality, though Carson would like to play it as safe as possible. In the end... it was probably going to be whatever would get him laid.

It'd be a lie if Carson were to say that he didn't enjoy having this kind of interaction. Carson liked the constant push and pull kind of seduction. This was really something he thought he could get used to. He knew that this whole situation as probably a result of how fucking drunk he was. Carson figured that it wouldn't go beyond harmless flirting. Well, maybe a little more. Hell, Carson had a hard time holding back when he was drunk. This was just a good example of why Carson should never leave his room to get drunk. There was really no telling where he might end up at the moment. Carson's mind worked to try and process what was happening, but none of it seemed to stick very well. That was more than likely because Carson didn't care to let it stick at the moment.

Carson smirked when the guy was going on about his logic on the situation. It was interesting to hear it put that way, but basically Carson had really left no free option. He raised an eyebrow, though, when the guy began to move closer, saying that the latter part was incorrect. Carson should have known this was going somewhere that he didn't need it to go. Before he knew what was happening the guy had pulled him by his shirt collar into a kiss. It was a hard kiss and Carson had to admit that was so attractive. He was into the hard stuff. Carson had a tendency to lose interest easily when people kissed him with those lovey-dovey soft kisses. He wasn't the gentle sort and he liked being treated rough.

At first Carson was tempted to pull away immediately, but he felt himself settling into the kiss. Carson moved his hands up the guy's chest, clawing his fingers down as he kissed back. He finally did pull away, pulling the guy's lower lip with him and sucking on it a bit before letting it go. Carson raised an eyebrow, Hm, that could POSSIBLY be satisfying. Carson teased, his voice low. He leaned back, But- you can't just kiss me. I need proof. I need you to prove that you are worth my physical attention.

» T A G G E D « ASHTON :]
» W O R D S « 5 2 9
» L Y R I C S « sometime around midnight by airborne toxic event
» N O T E S « lol should be interesting
» C R E D I T S « all of it to me xD</sup>

[ASHTON COLE JOHNSON-WALKER]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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Ashton was too fucked up to even think that this wasn’t something he would normally do. Usually he was the one pushing the people away. They seemed to think he was just playing hard to get. Derek was like that. Always touching him in some odd way. He didn’t let him get away with it unless he was fucked up because then... the touching was nice. Ashton usually got touchy and a bit of a loose mouth when he was fucked up. Depending on how bad he was depended on how much he remembered in the morning. Sometimes it was nothing and sometimes it was more then he would like to remember. Of course the fact that this was peter probably gave reason for why he was so inclined to tease or take it so far. He wasn’t sure what it was about peter that just made him like to see how far he could get him to go. Whenever he was talking to peter he immediately wanted to bring sex up just because Peter always seemed uncomfortable with it. It was interesting because most peoples lives or conversations centered around that. It normally annoyed the fuck out of him. He didn’t see the point in that. Why sex with such a big deal. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was a virgin himself, but really he’s never found the allure to sex that most people seem to have with it. He liked to think that it was because he was the most sane person able to not let society and the media control him like the rest of the sheep. He was not a follower. He had his own thing and that was that.


Of course he was wondering why he was trying to push peter tonight when it seemed peter was taking and giving just as much as Ashton was. He should be put off by this. He should be telling peter to leave him alone.. fuck off or something. Instead he was still here. Actually intrigued a bit by this different peter. This bold and sexual peter. It strange how much the whole dark, mysterious, and just raw sexual aura came emanated from him right now. Maybe it was the alcohol and drugs talking but he didn’t care. Not this time. He thought about how many people must see the same thing he does and that thought didn’t set well with him. His stomach did a weird kind of twist and he got an ugly feeling in him, something he wasn’t used to. A feeling he’s never felt before. It made his hold on Peter tighten. He didn’t like this new feeling. He tried to push down the thoughts of someone else approaching peter and peter actually taking them up on whatever
they were offering. He wanted this feeling to go away, besides... peter was here right now. With him. He wouldn’t want to go to anyone. He would make sure he wouldn’t.

He liked the way peter was kissing him back. When they had kissed against the tree that one night, he thought peter had been satisfying regardless on his slight unsureness. He caught on very fast and they seemed to move well together. That poor slop of an ex had no idea what he was missing or had given away. What hed discarded. He would never know either. Ashton would laugh if the asshole tried to come back because he honestly wasn’t sure if someone could just get rid of peter and not some day realize what they’d done and try to get him back. No peter was a lot smarter then that. He would never let that happen, regardless how much seemed to try and do things to keep people happy. Right now though. Right now peter was moving with confidence. Like he knew exactly what he had to offer and he was just giving Ashton that taste of it to let him know that he would be the one holding the cards. Like he wanted to tell ashton that he wouldn’t be able to deny this because it was so good and he had what Ashton wanted.

Part of ashton wanted to laugh at that. He wouldn’t be controlled. He could easily say no to peter. He could and would and has said no to everyone else, why would he be different. The other part of him was against that. The other part of him wanted to take this at least once. Wanted to do whatever it was peter wanted just so he could have him once to see what all he had to offer. He wanted one hell of a long night with this boy and he knew damn well it would probably be the best hed ever have in his lifetime whether it would be the only or not. He doubt anyone could measure up to whatever he had. He wanted to explore everything with peter... He wanted to try everything that the sexual universe could have to offer, well minus a few things, but for the most part. He knew if anyone could be able to give him this and actually satisfy him it would be him.

Ashton thought these thoughts were absolutely ridiculous. What was wrong with him? Why was he even thinking this way? Why did he even need to ask. He knew it was just everything he’s had. He needed to stop acting as if this was his normal thoughts. His mind wasn’t itself right now. That’s all the excuse he needed. In the morning... if he remembered. Hed have an ice internal laugh about it. Maybe some internal bitching at how he carried on, but still at least hed be in his right mind\then.

When Peter pulled away, taking his bottom lip with him he couldn’t help but let a small deep throaty groan slip out. He wasn’t a noise maker usually. He could admit to jerking off once and awhile. He hadn’t for the longest time. Touching himself seemed weird and he always got this weird feeling when he did it. He barely even liked to hold himself when taking a piss. He closed his eyes one time and just did it. It was a time when he was curious. When all he ever heard around him was sex and living with his parents, well that kind of stuff was forbidden. He was almost afraid to do it the first time. Afraid that something horrible would happen. He would strike someone down dead by touching himself. His parents put so much shit in his head. He done it though.

The first time he realized his draw to Andy was because he actually liked him was the first time he powered through his very first jerk off session. It had been really hard, hed nearly been shaking uncontrollably by the end of it and hadn’t felt good about it at all. He wasn’t even sure hed finished himself off. He was sure it had been because of all the lies his parents had told him that he was just so freaked out about it. A few weeks went by and when he realized nothing had happened, that no one had dropped dead, that his palms didn’t change color or grow hair. That he wasn’t visited by the devil in his dreams, that his soul wasn’t ripped from his body or any other insane and downright ridiculous thing hadn’t happened, he tried again. This time it was a few days before the incident. He had managed to get completely through this one, but his reaction wasn’t any better. In fact he realized he had silent tears strolling down his cheeks and he could barely stand. He was in the shower, afraid his mother would some how find out if he did it anywhere else. Part of his body did feel good, but not enough to overcome the complete disgust and phantom pain that seemed to course through his body.

He couldn’t explain why he felt the way he did. Maybe he just wasn’t like other kids. He’s heard the boys in gym class. They talked about it like it was a drug. They talked about the things they thought about or looked at when doing it. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe he needed his mind else where. The last time hed ever done it, had been a while after the incident. He had actually bought himself a magazine. Oddly enough. He barely even got hard off of it. The pages littered in beautiful women doing things to each other, themselves, and to men. He just couldn’t see the attraction that people found at looking at this stuff. He tossed the magazine and got a video. Maybe the actual watching of it would help. But again... he just didn’t get it. Instead he ended up critiquing the video. Making comments about their technique about how some of the things they did just weren’t possible. About how a person couldn’t really constantly touch themselves that way and continually feel like it felt good. How someone could really go that long, or how trying to do so many things at once could really not seem like it was just a job and you were just throwing sounds in there to make it sound good. He critiqued the looks of the people, everything. And he still had no idea how someone could find that a turn on.

After that ashton had given up. He obviously wasn’t like everyone else when it came down to that. He was unable to jerk off without causing his body to turn to shambles and nothing seemed to really turn him on. Maybe he just wasn’t a sexual person. Maybe he just wasn’t born with that in him. At least that’s what he used to think. Even with Andy. His mind knew he liked him, but he never got any kind super wanton feelings from kissing him that one time. He had just gone with what he felt he should be doing and yeah it had been nice to kiss him, and back then he had thought that was gold. But now he grew up and had kissed people since then. Andy had been his first so it was different, but no one else seemed to really make his mind go blank or make him want to just... do things. Make him want to carry a kiss on. No one seemed to do that. Until now.

Both times that he’s ever done anything with peter he’s seemed to make his mind kind of lose thought. Make him want to keep going and going. Make him want to rip his clothes off. He’s actually had a reaction in his nether regions. It was so... strange, but whatever it was that peter had, Ashtons body seemed to respond to it. Whether it was innocent Pete, or this new Pete. And by god the way he pulled and sucked at his bottom lip, seriously he wondered if there was anything better then that. Ashton ran his tongue over his lower lip then and smirked. His eyes darkened several degrees from all of this. That was another thing. Ashton rarely noticed physical features of a person. Unless it was for identifying reasons, but never for attraction reasons. Peter though... peter had these eyes. They were so large... so goddamn dark it wasn’t funny. If any eyes could turn him on, they would be those. He didn’t even know what it was about them. But even before and especially now, it just... was ridiculous. They were just eyes for christ sakes.

Ashton moved back some taking a drink from his glass. Really... and what is it you want that is going to prove this? he asked. Maybe ill think about whether or not you’re worth the try then. he said. Peter was so damn confident tonight. As hot as it was, he wasn’t going to just lay down like any other fool probably would. He wasn’t going to be the only one giving in this. Peter would have to prove something too then. Even though Ashton knew, and probably peter did too, that he didn’t need to. Then again what peter didn’t know was that he probably wouldnt have sex with him, as much as they talked about it and as much as it seemed that’s what peter... may want tonight. Ashton wasn’t sure he could do that. He had never let anyone else touch him before, but he didn’t want to take the chance that hed end up a ball on the floor, shaking like a fucking leaf and bawling like a baby. At least he hoped that peter didn’t make him forget that. He almost had a feeling if peter were doing something in the state of mind he was in he would forget his head until it was too late for him to put a stop to it. He hoped not. He didn’t want anyone to see him like that. Though hed liked to think maybe hed grown out of that. He just... didn’t want to test that. Maybe... maybe one night when peter wasn’t home, hed give it ago again. Just to see where he stood on that.

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[CARSON CAIN WALKER]

THEN YOU WALK UNDER THE STREETLIGHTS, AND
YOU'RE TOO DRUNK TO NOTICE THAT EVERYONE'S STARING AT YOU, YOU JUST

DON'T CARE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE THE WORLD IS
FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING AROUND YOU. FALLING

<sup>Sometimes Carson didn't know what was wrong. He just had these moments where he realized that maybe he came on a little too strong and others where he figured that he didn't come on strong enough. Carson couldn't find a medium. It often seemed like his only judgment was based off whether or not he was going to sleep with someone or wasn't. For whatever reason this wasn't one of those times. Carson knew right away that this boy he was talking to was worth talking to. He didn't know how to react to that very direct feeling other than just to talk it out and see what might happen. That was the only thing he could do it seemed.

It was as if this guy just wanted to provoke him... make him do things that he otherwise wouldn't have thought of. Every word hit Carson's ears as a challenge... a very bold challenge. Carson wasn't one who liked to turn down any challenges. He wasn't really sure why that was, but it was like he felt like challenges were there so that he could prove himself. Maybe he was proving to himself that he was worth more than he was. Carson didn't know a lot of things about himself. Sometimes he acted before he thought about what that could mean. That was a bad thing most of the time, but Carson had to work hard to try and even think about what he meant by things. Shouldn't people know themselves?

Carson could pretend all he wanted, but there he was kissing this boy who just seem to captivate his attention immediately. Sure Carson was drunk, but he still knew what he was attracted to. Carson also knew that if he didn't start pulling away, then it would become some sort of one night thing. This guy just didn't appear to be the kind of thing that Carson wanted to be just a one night thing. No, Carson needed this experience to be more than that so it was necessary that he pull away. Of course, Carson almost regretted that when he heard the sound that Ashton made when he did pull away. Carson liked hearing that people were satisfied and those sounds couldn't mean anything else. The guy wouldn't have made that sound had he not been irritated that Carson had pulled away and irritation meant that he was in the clear on this guy being satisfied with the way that he did things.

Carson smirked at what the guy was saying. He wasn't going to give any hints as to what he wanted. Carson wasn't the kind of guy who just lay himself out for the taking... often. He thought for a moment before shaking his head. Tisk tisk, I can't give you all the answers now. Then there's no game to play. Carson tilted his head. You think perhaps I'm not worth the try? Hm, well, you know what I'm capable of now. You already have what you need to decide that. Carson winked before motioning for another drink. After the bartender brought his drink he raised the glass. Cheers. He said blandly as he moved away from the bar.

» T A G G E D « ASHTON :]
» W O R D S « 5 5 5
» L Y R I C S « sometime around midnight by airborne toxic event
» N O T E S « lol should be interesting
» C R E D I T S « all of it to me xD</sup>