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Post by mason on Feb 1, 2011 22:30:50 GMT -5
 -------------------------------- -------------------------------- Mason sat alone in the coffee shop. He’d woken up this morning to find his internet messed up in all places. And they wanted him to wait here days before they had someone out there. And he wasn’t about to sit around and wait. So he came to a local hot spot he frequented whenever he felt like it. His finger tapped away quickly over the keys of his laptop. He had nothing planned today other than riding around town. But he was going to a party tonight. If that’s what you could call it. Motorcycles lined along the street, traffic redirected because of all the people. And his preferred event, the racing. It was the thrill he lived for lately. He didn’t exactly have any plans for himself for the next few years.
He didn’t know where he wanted to go or what he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to sit here all day either. But it was what to do that he was sure of. So he finished up what he needed online, and shut down his laptop and put it in it’s case. Walking through the door he and the person entering wasn’t paying any attention. And he and the other person crashed completely into one another. The styrofoam cup was crushed and coffee went everywhere.
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Post by thyme on Feb 1, 2011 22:50:00 GMT -5
 Coffee wasn't his usual forte, but sometimes he just needed to escape campus. As much as he loved being Council President, the hassles of working with others took it's toll. Most of the time Thyme tried to just excuse himself and do his own thing, as he usually finished all his work well before the needed times, but sometimes working with others was unavoidable. And so he escaped to Starbucks. The deep aroma of ground Jamaican coffee beans usually calmed him down, and he often ordered something from the frappe range, hey he could admit he liked drinking the somewhat sweet coffee drinks, he wasn't ashamed. A hand rose and dragged through his hair, pushing the dark bangs away from his face as he crossed the street and approached the coffee shop, a waft of aroma drawing him close.
He couldn't help the smile that came to his features, but it faded as he entered and subsequently bumped into someone leaving. His first instinct was to throw his hands up, a familiar tug at his being as time began to slow, the edges of his vision becoming blurred as he watched the scalding hot coffee fly from the crushed Styrofoam cup and form little globules of liquid in the air. Still, he hadn't reacted in time for even though he had been able to slow the action down, the coffee still hit him and he stumbled back, coffee dripping from his hair and clothes. Slowly his vision returned to normal and everyone began to move at their normal speeds. Stepping back out of the store, Thyme brought his hand to his chest, aware that the liquid would leave some burn for a while, before his hands lifted to his hair, attempting to push the sopping strands away as he met the man's gaze, slowly taking in the person in front of him.
He was certainly attractive, anyone would be able to see that. But Thyme would never admit it, so he kept his thoughts to himself as he attempted to unbutton in shirt, revealing a dark coloured undershirt beneath that was wet also.
"Sorry..." he mumbled under his breath, looking away again.
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Post by mason on Feb 2, 2011 6:22:16 GMT -5
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Needless to say mason felt like a complete fool. How could he have been so careless as to not be in front of him? And crash right in to the person walking in. Though when he finally took a look at who he crashed into, he was no longer complaining about the subject. Seeing this person did however take the sting out of the burns he’d just inflicted on the two of them. But of all first impressions he knew this was not one he wanted to let stick in this guy’s head about him. But the only thing was to think of how to go about it. He’d already scalded the guy, and he did want to make it any worse. Though he sure as heck wouldn’t mind helping him feel better about it. and he was sure to give a good look over when the guy went to unbutton his shirt. Only to show that there was a wet shirt underneath it. Making it stick to his body, showing something of what was covered by it.
“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t paying any attention.” He smiled; the heat and sting had now disappeared. “Just so you know I’m not usually a klutz.” he laughed, now walking over to throw away the crushed cup. And a very upset looking employee was walking over with a mop. Mason thought it best to move out of the way. He looked from side to side to look for a bathroom. “One minute.” He spoke to the guy and he walked out to his bike. He had his pack strapped to it and he hoped he had what he needed. And fortunately he did. Riding through the rain had taught him to have a couple dry shirts handy. And he walked back in and handed him a white clean dry shirt along with one for himself. “Sorry, it’s all I got.” he laughed. He didn’t really know how else to apologize for scalding him.
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Post by thyme on Feb 2, 2011 12:04:16 GMT -5
His thoughts were a bit messy at this point in time. Had this man seen him use his powers? Was he another demi-god, or had he just risked exposing himself to a human in an attempt to avoid getting coffee spilt on him? He didn't know, and he didn't want to ask in case the man really was human and then questions would be raised and he'd never be left alone. Still, he couldn't deny the fact that he didn't seem to mind so much that he'd walked into someone after noticing exactly who he'd bumped into. There were most certainly worse people who walk in to outside of Starbucks. As he watched the other man carefully, he was glad to notice that the coffee no longer burned, and his body was relatively cool.
"I'm sorry," his eyes flicked towards the employee as he noticed him approaching to mop up the coffee he'd half helped spill everywhere before his attention returned to Mason. He couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be smiling in response to the other's own smile on his lips. Though he couldn't help but flush deeply when Mason's eyes slowly moved down his body, his own eyes dropping to notice that the coffee had caused his shirt to cling to his body. Shifting uncomfortably on his feet, he remained silent as Mason walked across to his bike before his eyes began to follow Mason's movements, lingering perhaps a little too long on the broadness of his shoulders and the narrowness of his waist.
When Mason returned with what appeared to be a clean shirt, Thyme couldn't help but look a little concerned. He didn't want to cause any trouble. "I... don't really want to cause any trouble. And it was partly my fault for the coffee..." he replied, kicking at the ground with one foot as he mumbled softly. Something he often did when he was nervous. But, after a while, he reached his hand out and closed it around the material being offered to him, a weak smile on his lips.
"Thank you..." Thyme's voice seemed to be growing stronger, and he looked up at Mason again. "I'm Thyme... and yes, I am well aware that it is a very weird name."
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Post by mason on Feb 2, 2011 22:58:14 GMT -5
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“Mason.” He replied, giving his name in response. But he let the guy’s name roll over in his mind. “And don’t worry; it’s really no problem to fret over.” He assured with a smile. But he continued to hold out the shirt to him. He wasn’t going to move till he took it, and fortunately he did. “Uh, we could change in there I suppose.” He said, nodding in the direction of the bathrooms. He wondered just how he’d react to the offer of changing in a public bathroom with Mason in there to boot. Then again he could have taken him home. Maybe they could have an even more entertaining time. And several thoughts of just how much fun they could have went through his mind. But he was brought back to himself when Thyme moved. And while he followed behind he started thinking of what to do. To make his move on him. Wondering if a direct approach would be best or something a little more indirect.
Mason walked into the bathroom after Thyme. Needing to change his shirt before it got all sticky. But he quickly had Thyme pressed against the door, holding the door shut, held tightly by his own body, and pulled him in to a kiss. And moments later he broke it. “Sorry, just thought I’d make you pay for that coffee a little.” He grinned sinfully. And he kissed him again. This time he was a little gentler about it. But to his liking Thyme was exactly resisting him any. And it sounded more like he was enjoying it. he stopped again and backed away. “Sorry……..again.” he smiled and walked over to a sink where he could face himself in the mirror.
He pulled off his jacket, which thankfully was dry, and quickly changed shirts. He wasn’t exactly sure how Thyme would react. What he just did was nothing more than sexual assault. But what happened next was completely up to Thyme. There was no way to tell how his would go.
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Post by thyme on Feb 3, 2011 22:19:10 GMT -5
The young son of Chronos was silent as Mason pointed out the bathroom they could use to change in. True, he needed to change. And Richmond was a good half hours walk away. And he didn't really want to be walking home in a sticky shirt with possible burns. Even if it meant changing in front of someone. Someone who was really attractive. Feeling his mouth run dry, Thyme nodded slowly before he turned, not knowing if Mason was going to follow him or not. But when the door to the bathroom closed behind him, a small shiver ran down his spine. He turned to speak, but never got the chance as he soon found himself pressed to the bathroom door, Mason's arms pulling him hard before the older man's lips claimed his own. It was brief, and deep, and Thyme had no idea how to react except to half push against Mason, his cheeks flushing red when the other finally pulled back just enough to speak before his head descended again for a second kiss.
He would never admit it, but he'd never kissed anyone before. His heart was thumping in his chest and his throat felt constricted, but as Mason's lips pressed to his a second time, he couldn't help but notice a jolt that ran through his body. Almost as if Mason's touch was waking something in him, he felt himself begin to melt into the embrace, his fingers clutching at Mason's shirt as he parted his lips and responded to his kiss, a soft noise of delight leaving him only to be muffled between them. And yet, the kiss was over far too soon. Cheeks blazing red, and chest close to bursting, Thyme looked up at Mason then stepped back, forgetting he was already backed up to the door and hit the back of his head. Wincing, he raised his hand to rub the spot that had made contact, before his eyes shifted to Mason as he apologised.
A frown came to his lips and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment at responding so eagerly to Mason's kiss. He felt his eyes drawn back to Mason as he pulled his dirty shirt off, eyes slowly taking in a lean torso and broad shoulders, though he looked away when he felt mason's gaze on him. He tilted his head, meeting Mason's gaze slowly before he tugged his own shirt over his head and let it hang on the edge of the sink before pulling on the one that Mason had given him. It was a tad too big, but Thyme didn't mind. It meant it wasn't clinging horribly to his body. Unlike other males who enjoyed walking around shirtless, Thyme's figure was slender, with lean muscle, and pale. On more than one occasion he'd been compared with a girl, and ever since he'd refused to go out without a shirt on.
"I hope you don't think this will happen every time we meet..." he murmured as he looked away, glancing in the mirror to fix up his semi dry locks of hair with a frown. Of course, Thyme did want to kiss him again, but he was too shy to admit that, and wanted to be sure that Mason wasn't just interested in a one off thing, something he was completely against.
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Post by mason on Feb 4, 2011 23:24:09 GMT -5
Mason was still trying to put himself together after attacking the guy. So he kept his gaze towards the mirrors. Wondering just how he was going to handle this. He’d felt just so alive when he had him against the door, taking possession on his mouth. But his gaze had shifted as Thyme walked over. And shot a glance at the mirror next to him. Taking in the site of him changing shirts. And he took in the image of him. He wasn’t what he was used to. But he was so beautifully different. He resisted the urge to pin him against the wall again. And his eyes went down when the shirt he’d given him covered him. And he was thinking to himself, just how and why he’d acted that way.
He shot him a look when he spoke his comment. He expected the guy to freak out completely on him. Demand to know why he mauled him against a door without consent. He expected some kind of outburst. But he didn’t even consider that Thyme would have said what he had said. And he turned to look at him. So, he had enjoyed the experience. And Mason locked gazes with him, stepping ever closer him, leaving maybe a few centimeters. His hand raked through Thyme hair, wet or not its length suited him. And Mason leaned down, as if to kiss him again. But he held himself just before letting the lips meet. “So. I get the hint. I’ll get to see you again?” he spoke, keeping his lips just a breath’s distance from Thyme’s. Keeping they’re eyes locked on each others he stared completely into Thyme’s dark brown eyes, hints of hazel glinted there as well.
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Post by thyme on Feb 5, 2011 10:07:12 GMT -5
Thyme couldn't help but shiver as Mason returned that smoldering gaze of his to his own curious eyes. Why had he said that? He certainly didn't ever want to see Mason again, right? Right? Taking a moment to collect himself, he barely had time to think before the older man approached him again, and he let out a slow breath as he felt Mason's fingers tangle through his hair. Tilting his chin up, he was ready for another kiss, but was ultimately dejected when Mason's lips barely brushed his own. His brow furrowed and he lifted his hand, knocking Mason's aside before he stepped back sharply, trying to put as much distance between them as he could as he brought a hand to his face, half covering his lips as his cheeks flushed.
"N-no..." he shook his head, trying to get his breathing, and his heart, under control as he stared at Mason, his eyes just lingering on the man's lips. "What? You think because you're cute and you're a good kisser means i'll want to see you again? Well, forget it..."
He snapped. He never snapped. It must have been the stress. As soon as he said it, however, he clamped his lips together and looked away, his entire face going pink as he glanced to where his shirt sat behind Mason, before glancing towards the door.
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Post by mason on Feb 6, 2011 6:18:50 GMT -5
Mason was just welling in this moment. He enjoyed feeling the heat that was emanating from Thyme’s face. The guy was must have been nervous from what he was putting off. Mason understood that. He wasn’t exactly acting out of the norm here. He was taking what he wanted. Just walking up and claiming it as his own. Just as he father had obtained his queen. And the vile emotions about that built up inside. He was not his father. And he would not act in accordance like him in any way. But something about Thyme just brought that out. The suddenness, the want, the desire, it all swarmed him in the guys presence. But mason knew he was strong enough to resist if he tried. Just one last kiss before he stopped is all he wanted. He wanted so bad to feel the warmth of those lips again. He show his desire for this person in the most simplest of ways. And it nearly drove him mad. But he caught the subtle sound before anything else. The rattling of glass and metal. An earthquake, well more like a minuscule tremor to be exact. Nothing that would have been noticed by anyone other than himself. Even his powers were reacting. But they stopped and Mason snapped back into reality.
Thyme had knocked his hand aside and had backed away from him. And now something else had found its way into Mason’s mind, fear. He was scared that he had scared the guy past the point. But one look at body language told him differently. He smiled and he spoke. Thyme’s voice was betraying him a great deal. And he wondered how he would respond to him. And he thought of a way to perhaps change the way he approached this. He stepped up to him yet again as Thyme turned his head. And the tilted his head to face him. Leaned in, and kissed him again. This one held the same gentle and light feel as the last one before it. And upon breaking it he looked into Thyme’s innocent eyes. “Tell me to stop, and I will. And I won’t touch you again, unless asked to.” He promised. But where would he go from there. He wasn’t sure what he would do. Ask him out? After what he been doing to himself he was well within his rights to tell him off and shoot him down completely. But he stood and what, backing away ever so slightly. Giving Thyme some room, but at the same time staying close.
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Post by thyme on Feb 7, 2011 1:47:39 GMT -5
For once in his life, Thyme had no idea what to do. He never listened to his heart when it came to situations like this, and most of the time they ended up for the better. But now... his heart and his mind were battling the front that Mason had produced. One part of him wanted to leave, to never even look at Mason. And yet... The younger man tilted his head to the side before Mason kissed him again. This time, he seemingly melted into him, but it was over before he could really do anything about it, and he felt his cheeks flush as Mason met his eye. Now was the ultimatum. Tell him to stop, or let him do what he wanted. Thyme swallowed hard, taking a deep breath before he lookde up at Mason again.
To hell with rationality. He might have just met him, but he could already feel some sort of connection with Mason. And he didn't want to lose that just yet. Not before he could fully explore what that connection might be. A part of him even wondered if Mason was human, or a demi, like himself, and if so which god was his parent. As he watched Mason, his hands lifted and as before, the world began to go fuzzy at the edges, Mason's own breathing slowed and their movements seemed to slow to a crawl. As his slowing of time took effect, Thyme let his fingers connect with the back of Mason's neck, and he pulled him close at the same time as he leant forward, locking their lips together in a deep embrace.
Never before had he actually initialised such a thing. He knew he was being bold, but he didn't care. Mason had started this all by kissing him first, and he knew that he had to attempt something before he drove another off with his shyness. His eyes closed and let his fingers tangle through Mason's hair as he deepened the kiss, a soft noise leaving him. And then, his hold on time was lost, and it all began to speed up. Now Mason would know exactly who he was, for time had simply been slowed for the world around them. Slowly, he pulled back, licking his bottom lip as he once more met Mason's eye, before shifting and giving the older man a weak smile.
"Don't spill coffee on me, next time," he said plainly, as if that was the answer to everything. Though now, he was glad he'd kissed Mason.
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Post by mason on Feb 8, 2011 3:51:59 GMT -5
Mason had kept his gaze with Thyme. He just stood there, waiting for his answer to come. And it scared him more than anything that he would tell him to back the hell off and walk away. But he wouldn’t blame him if he did. After all, Mason had launched something of a surprise attack when he had him against the door. But unlike his dad he wasn’t going to make someone love or even like him. It just wasn’t who he was as a person. And should he want mason to continue, he would try and make up for putting him in this kind of situation. Though the question there was how he would go about doing such a thing in making up for it. But he would find a way to do so. He didn’t want Thyme thinking he just attack men in bathrooms by kissing them.
Though what had happened next and how was a shock. Thyme was returning his kiss. He could feel the guy’s fingers in his hair. So he curled his arms around Thyme’s waist, pressing his body against his. Needing to feel the heat he was putting off. But he didn’t loosen his hold when Thyme pulled his lips back. Now that he knew he wanted him, he wasn’t letting him go till Thyme no longer wanted him. And he laughed softly when he spoke what he did. It was weird how one small accident had led to this. “Don’t worry.” He smiled. And he leaned in the kiss him again. But this one he let last. Even continuing on when everything rumbled slightly. He wondered how this guy affected him so. Even his powers reacted in response to him. He let his tongue trace the edges of Thyme’s lips before pulling away.
“Hm. How do you feel about Italian?” he asked. Wondering if he was hungry. Though Mason was just trying to find a way to make this last a little longer before letting Thyme out of his sight.
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Post by thyme on Feb 10, 2011 7:49:06 GMT -5
Thyme let himself respond to Mason this time, unabashadly returning the passion that had been ignited. He had no idea what it was between the two of them, but he didn't want to let it go. Not yet. Not when there was still so much to discover. Fingers tangled through Mason's hair, deepening the kiss as he felt the older man's arms move around him, pinning him against the door but also against a warm body. A soft purr of delight left Thyme's lips, and he felt the world begin to slow down around them again. Damn. He couldn't control it. Speeding up time was fine, it was slowing it down. And now... it seemed his response to Mason seemed to be triggering it. But that wasn't all. he could feel a slight rumble. It was only brief, too brief to be an earthquake of natural means. The demigod of time pulled back as Mason chuckled, and he looked him over slowly.
"You're a son of Hades, aren't you?" he asked with a distinct curiosity as he felt Mason's fingers along his spine, sending a shiver through his body before he smiled. "And I love Italian..." With that, he slowly pushed back from Mason. While he enjoyed kissing him, he still had a problem with personal space, and didn't want their connection to be ruined by that. "But I need to go back via Richmond high and change my clothes, if you're ok with that?"
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Post by mason on Feb 13, 2011 5:32:15 GMT -5
Mason let his fingertips flex and pull at Thyme’s skin. Even through the shirt he was wearing he could feel and he was just welling in the moment of it. Were this not a public place he would have been a little more sexual about this. But he would still have contained himself. No matter how difficult it would have been for him. But he was a bit taken back at what Thyme had just asked him. And he just smiled. This definitely made making a relationship easier. Having someone know just what he was would keep a few things smoothed over, so he figured that Thyme was a demigod as well. But he was curious as to what gave that away. “That I am. Now I have to guess who you are.” He grinned. And he thought about his next question. “I have to know, what gave me away.” He asked with a smile. And he hoped like hell it wasn’t him being as possessive as his father. He prayed it was his powers and not the latter. He spent a great deal of time trying to be different from his dad.
He grinned when he spoke about loving Italian. He knew the owner of a wonderful place. And he thought of how to play this out. “Hm.” He paused, letting Thyme have his space. But his entire body screamed when they parted, not agreeing with it at all. “How about this? I can drop you off at Richmond and come back to get you at say 6:30. That way we can both get changed and such.” He smiled. He also wanted to shower and make himself a little more presentable to Thyme. If he was taking him to dinner, he wanted to do this right and show him he wasn’t a sexually driven deviant. Even if that’s what being around Thyme turned him into.
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