stay with me, SYRUP

[simon a. davis]

i've never lived the easy way ,

Simon probably shouldn’t have left his room. He was a level three, supposed to be watched over every hour of every day, an orderly following him around like a lost puppy. He didn’t have an orderly with him though. He was completely alone as he walked down the hallway. His vans barely made a sound as they hit the linoleum with each step he made toward his destination. His hands were shoved into his pockets, his head down and his hood of his sweatshirt covering his eyes, mainly to hide him from an orderly he walked past that might’ve recognized him. He didn’t know why he was going to the library, especially when he usually followed the rules and stayed cooped up in his cell of a room. He just needed to…think. It wasn’t like his room wasn’t quiet enough - it was cemetery quiet in there all the time – it was just…too quiet. All he knew is that he needed to get out of there. He looked up, running his hand through his hair, fixing the hood that hung over his forehead before looking back down.

Finally the young man came to the two clear class doors. He pulled on them first, letting out an embarrassed snort – even though he was alone and no one saw his mistake – before pushing the door open and stepping inside. He looked around, taking a deep breath before heading towards the back. He figured any orderly that had spotted him missing wouldn’t be able to spot him if he was hidden behind a few bookcases and his nose was in a good book. He stopped by the fiction section, picking up the first book he saw and walking toward the back corner of the library. He sat down on the floor, sitting Indian style and opening the book. He read over the title page, recognizing it immediately, Lord of the Flies by William Golding, a book that he read back in 9th grade. He remembered sitting on his porch reading this book with Jack, him reading over Simon’s shoulder. He shut the book and squeezed his eyes shut, pulling his knees to his chest. He put his head in his hands, tangling his fingers in his hair. The tears came before he realized what was happening. He swatted them away, running the back of his hand across his eyes. He took a deep breath and picked the book back up. He was going to get through this book, even if he cried himself dry.

TAGGED; RIPLEY&KELLI || WORDS; 421 || OUTFIT; here || NOTES; SYRUP FOR LYFE<3

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown.@caution

[william r. james]

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Tears had clouded his vision, making it slightly harder to read. He kept brushing his hand across his eyes, trying to swat each tear away. It was frustrating crying over something as simple as a book. He tried to tell himself he was being silly for crying, and that he really should stop, but each was a failed attempt. He really wished he could just put the book down, go put it back down on the shelf and find a different book, one that wouldn’t make him cry. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop now that he started. He needed to finish this book. He didn’t know why though. All he knew is that a part of him wasn’t letting him put the book down. He sighed and lowered the book, wiping at his eyes with his sleeves before going back to reading. It was a short book, it wouldn’t take him that long to finish – at least he hoped so.

Simon got through the first few chapters easily. They were relatively short, and he could skip through most of it without a problem. It was the middle chapters that really got him. He didn’t know why, maybe that’s what part of the book he was reading with Jack and it was his subconscious reminding him or something, but it made the tears flow faster. After a moment he set the book down on his knees to bat at the tears, sighing slowly and dragging his hand across his eyes. He looked up, and noticed something out of the corner of his eyes, a boy about his age sitting beside him. He wasn’t there before…was he? Simon didn’t think so. He jumped as he saw him though, inhaling sharply and grabbing the book before it could slide off his knee and lose his place. He ran his hand through his hair, looking away, embarrassed by his reaction. He muttered under his breath, and hid behind his book again, unable to focus on any of the words though. He peeked over the top of his book at the boy, chewing on his lower lip. He was cute, although Simon didn’t want to admit that. He almost felt like he was betraying Jack by even thinking that. He ducked behind the book again, his face turning a light shade of red, embarrassed. He took a deep breath and scooted slightly away from the male. He hoped he didn’t notice, because what if the boy said something? God, he couldn’t handle a conversation with someone while he was happy, let alone sobbing. Plus with his stutter…he’d make a fool out of himself in front of this attractive male, and that was the last thing he wanted, no matter how guilty he felt about it.

TAGGED; RIPLEY&KELLI || WORDS; 461 ||OUTFIT; here || NOTES;SYRUP FOR LYFE<3

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown.@caution

[william r. james]

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Simon was shy, extremely shy. He was very socially awkward and always embarrassed, even if there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He didn’t know if they boy knew Simon knew he was there, but he wasn’t about to say anything. He stayed quiet, his head hidden behind the book, his eyes occasionally flickering over to glance at the male before back to the words on the page. They all seemed like a jumbled mess to him though, and he couldn’t read, even when he wiped at his eyes. He was too nervous and embarrassed to focus on the book right now. He wanted to get up and walk away and find a new hiding place to read. He couldn’t move though, he was frozen in place. He jumped at the sound of a voice, his book slipping out of his hands and falling to the floor. He lost his place and he sighed softly in frustration, realizing he was going to have to flip through each page to find where he last left off. He looked back up and blinked slowly, his mouth opening and then closing again. He didn’t know what to say…what could he say to him? The male offered his name so he figured he should do the same, at least. ”I’m S-Simon.” He muttered, and let out an exasperated sigh. There was that damn stutter. He’d tried to get rid of it years ago, but nothing helped.

Simon barely noticed the band aid until the male, Ripley, started picking at it. Simon ran his hand through his hair and let out a slow sigh, trying to calm himself down while Ripley was distracted by the bandage. He wiped at his eyes quickly, realizing he had stopped crying. Thank goodness for that. Crying in front of a stranger was embarrassing, even though this stranger already had seen him cry. It was still embarrassing. He looked back up as he started talking again, and nodded slightly. He didn’t exactly agree, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it. He was too shy and quiet. He could barely get out his name without embarrassing himself. He let out a choke at the male’s last words, and swallowed hard. His whole face turned bright read and he ducked his head slightly, pursing his lips. What was he supposed to say to that? He couldn’t talk, even if he wanted to. He let out a sort of squeak as he looked back up, chewing on lower lip. ”U-um, t-thanks.” He managed to get out. Maybe this stranger hadn’t noticed his stutter yet…there was always hope.

TAGGED; RIPLEY&KELLI || WORDS; 436 ||OUTFIT; here || NOTES;fff this is so cute<3

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown.@caution

[william r. james]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] looking for a victim of disease. There was no way Ripley couldn't notice the stutter in the boy's voice once he'd spoken the second time. He hadn't really put much thought into it when the teen introduced himself, but hearing his tongue trip over the words a second time caught Ripley's ears. He smirked, chuckling softly to himself "You're quite welcome, mate-Simon," Ripley licked at his bottom lip, reaching out to playfully punch gently at Simon's chin "The stutter suits you, by the way." Ripley knew exactly what he was doing now. He was being complimentary, a rough and tumble badass who was showing what some might call a "sweet side." It was all an act for now, though. Ripley found the guy attractive, sure, but he wasn't about to get all mushy and tell him he liked his stutter-that was weird. In all honesty, the stutter would probably get on Ripley's nerves after a while; make him want to scream "SPIT IT OUT, GOD DAMNIT." Ripley scrunched up his nose slightly, the annoyed feeling bubbling up inside of him. His eye twitched just slightly as he tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind, they could be used as fuel for another day. Right now, Ripley was focused solely on adapting to his surroundings. He wanted to get inside this boy's head, he wanted to know everything that he could use against him if need be. Ripley wrapped an arm around his own legs, letting his eyes scan the boy up and down a few times. "Where are you from, Simon?" he asked smoothly. It was a simple question, and an easy one at that. He hoped Simon could at least give him an answer to basic conversation starting questions; if he couldn't Ripley wasn't sure if this was going to get anywhere at all. Well, no, he had to take that back. On the off chance this boy couldn't answer his questions, Ripley would have to escalate the plan a bit quicker than normal and use his body as his weapon to get what he wanted; by the looks of this boy, he wasn't going to fight off Ripley's suave advances. Ripley smirked and chuckled to himself, tugging at a string on the leg of his jeans as he turned his head to give his full attention to Simon. Eyebrows raised, Ripley's ears perked up, ready to initiate a conversation, that would hopefully get them both on the same track. tag: arieee/simon word count: 409 outfit: here! notes: yes, ugh, syrup love. <3

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Simon wasn’t used to this. No one ever told Simon he was attractive, not even Jack. He was never come on to by someone, never looked at like he was being looked at now. It made him uncomfortable in a way, embarrassed, but at the same time flattered. He smiled faintly, chewing on the inside of his cheek, and glancing up to the male as he lightly punched his chin. He reached up, rubbing the spot where he was punched, almost like he was afraid this man had only touched him to put something embarrassing on his skin. Like ink or something like that. He glanced at his hand before wrapping his arms around his legs, and ducking his head again. No one ever told him that his stutter suited him. He didn’t really know what to think of this man’s words, not sure whether to be thankful or embarrassed. ”T-thanks…a-a-again.” He stuttered out, looking down to his lap. His cheeks were still a bright red, but he didn’t think that was going to change much.

Simon tried to relax. He took a deep breath, and ran his hand through his hair, pushing the hood off of his head. He didn’t bother fixing it, he couldn’t really try to hide anymore. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as the male asked another question, and looked up to him. ”S-sarasota, Fl-florida.” He muttered softly. He licked his lips, as they were getting rather dry. His mouth was getting dry, really. He swallowed hard, nervously and ran his hand through his hair again. He kept his eyes down. He really just wanted this to be over. He didn’t want Ripley to leave, no way, but he was so nervous and so embarrassed at how he was acting he wouldn’t be surprised if he did leave. He let his legs fall from his chest, crossing them Indian style and wrapping his arms around his middle. ”W-what about y-you?” He looked up to him, forcing a small smile. He was going to be friendly, even though he was so embarrassed and shy and nervous and awkward.

TAGGED; RIPLEY&KELLI || WORDS; 354 ||OUTFIT; here || NOTES;~~~~~SYRUP

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown.@caution

[william r. james]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] looking for a victim of disease. "London, England" Ripley was quick to answer the question, smirking and quirking an eyebrow from over his sunglasses. People here in America loved the English, right? Ripley had American tourist girls falling at his feet left and right when they stopped him on the street for directions. He was the attractive bad English boy, with his cigarette dangling from his lips and his sunglasses black as night. They basically lost it when he opened his mouth. It was a shame he didn't like girls, so he was hoping since Simon here was pretty close with the way he was blushing, it would work the same way. Simon was one of the few terribly attractive people Ripley had found here. That was of course excluding the delicious gay Doctor Faulkener. When Ripley found someone attractive, naturally he wanted to get down and dirty with them. He didn't want any relationship bullshit, he just wanted some fooling around, some pleasure, maybe occasionally someone to just hold and talk to about whatever he pleased. He decided right now that Simon was going to be his favorite little play thing. Sure, there were other attractive boys he could try and get, but little Simon seemed so terribly innocent and naive, Ripley wanted nothing more than to corrupt and ravish him. Ripley let his mind wander as he stared at the other teen, biting his lip. He imagined his eyes were glazing over, but what was a moment of awkward silence when you were fantasizing over some American boy you'd just met? Ripley's mind went to dark places, harsh places, his places. He'd never been what you'd call "sexually adventurous" but needless to say, what with the sociopathy and self harm, he was no doubt a bit of a sadist. Snapping back to life momentarily, Ripley furrowed his brow and pushed his sunglasses up onto his head, pushing back his messy curls. He scratched his chin, tilting his head back slightly as he watched the blushing male. The other teen seemed terribly innocent, and Ripley almost felt bad that he'd be exposing him to such terrible things; almost. Ripley smirked, leaning closer to the boy, brushing his fingers against the side of the teen's thigh. "Pretty pale to be living here in, what do you call it again? The Sunshine State?" Ripley observed his pale hands, reaching out to rub the pad of his thumb against the back. "It's nice, though, to be pale. Makes all the cuts and bruises show up better, even under your clothes," Ripley bit his lip, smirking at the other boy seductively. "Eh, mate?" tag: arieee/simon word count: 436 outfit: here! notes: unf unf unf horndog ripley.

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Simon figured the stranger was from England but he didn’t want to assume. He heard the accent in his voice and couldn’t help but melt. Everyone loved English accents, they just sounded fantastic. He never wooed people with a Floridian accent. It just sounded American, and people didn’t enjoy an American accent as much as an English, or French, or Irish accent. He wished he had an Irish accent, but then again he didn’t. He would probably sound ridiculous with an Irish accent and his stutter. No one would be able to understand him, and every conversation he managed to have would end in disaster, not that they already didn’t. He nodded and ran his hand through his hair. ”I’ve n-never b-been.” He shrugged, sighing slowly. He always wanted to go to England, but his parents never had the money. They spent all of their savings sending him here anyways, so it was a long shot that he would ever get to go.

Simon glanced up at the male, watching him for a moment. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts, and he thought that the stranger might’ve lost interest in Simon. He hoped so for a moment, and then he realized that he really didn’t want the male to walk away. He watched him for a moment and sighed in almost relief as he moved, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. Simon got a good look at his eyes for the first time and practically melted. They were gorgeous. And so was his hair. Simon just wanted to run his hands through it, and grab at it, and…His eyes darted away, down to his lap, as his cheeks turned scarlet yet again. He had blushed more times in the few short minutes he had been sitting here with this man than his entire time here. Simon felt something brush against his thigh and he looked down, his eyes wide. His skin tingled beneath his jeans and he squirmed slightly, pulling his legs back up towards his chest. He played with the cuff of his jeans, pulling at a loose thread. ”I p-prefer t-the indoors.” He nodded, chewing on his lower lip. He rested his palms against the carpeted floor, so it wouldn’t be obvious to how badly they were shaking. He felt Ripley run his thumb against the back of his hand, and his skin tingled again. He swallowed hard, taking a deep breath and forcing a short, nervous chuckle. ”I do prefer being pale.” He nodded, the tips of his fingers digging into the carpet. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take before he exploded.

TAGGED; RIPLEY&KELLI || WORDS; 445 ||OUTFIT; here || NOTES;oh goodness xD horndog ripley and horndog simon.

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown.@caution

[william r. james]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] looking for a victim of disease. Ripley scooted closer, obviously noticing how tense the boy was. His plan was working, and he was damn proud of it. He wasn't even trying as hard as he could be, but this boy was melting in the palm of his hand. Ripley could tell he was going to easily have this boy wrapped around his finger in no time. "Well, I suppose the indoors is always nice as well," he smirked, running his fingertips along the side of the boy's leg again, slowly this time so it was almost terrorizing. "Not much sun in England, the outdoors is just as dark as the indoors." Ripley hummed softly, still dragging his fingers up the fabric of Simon's jeans. He turned his head just slightly to the side, chuckling as he noticed the issue he was causing. He leaned in close, brushing some stray strands of hair away from Simon's face, half smiling. He put all of his emotion into his eyes, letting them bore into Simon's for a moment when they made eye contact. After a moment, Ripley pulled away just slightly, moving to turn towards Simon fully. He quirked his eyebrow, giving his signature smirk as he watched his magic unfold in the boy's reaction. Ripley loved watching people react to everything he did. It wasn't an attention thing, really, more of a psychological thing. Ripley liked being in people's heads, he liked to know their thoughts, feelings, mannerisms. Really, if he hadn't come out of everything so messed up, he could have studied psychology and ended up working here rather than being a patient. Ripley sat on the thought for a moment, letting his seductiveness melt for a split second before he realized he was losing character. He quickly turned his smolder back on and reached out to rest his hand on the other teen's knee comfortably. "So, Simon," he mused, "What do you think about this hellhole we now are forced to call home?" Ripley smirked just slightly, licking at his lips, "It's a shame we're all cooped up on our own, and when we're not, there's always an orderly lurking around. Doesn't leave much room for...fun, does it, Si?" Ripley hoped the boy was catching his drift, but he slid his hand onto Simon's thigh, just in case his words weren't enough. Ripley knew he had this Simon hook, line, and sinker. There was no question Ripley had found his perfect little puppy. His friend with benefits, possible boyfriend for the sake of appearances whenever his family rolled around. Simon was going to be Ripley's new favorite toy, and Ripley was going to play with him until he was broken-either by prolonged use, or a fit of rage. tag: arieee/simon word count: 453 outfit: here! notes: IT'S GETTIN' HOT IN HERE, SO HOT, SO TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES. -Ripley.

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Simon watched as the male scooted closer, pursing his lips slightly. He took a deep breath, his breath caught in his throat as the stranger’s fingers brushed against his leg again, slower this time, torturing the teen. If Simon wasn’t so shy and nervous and completely terrified of making any sort of movement, he would’ve pounced on this boy the moment he sat beside him. He took another deep breath, chewing on his lower lip. ”I’m n-not a f-fan of t-the h-heat. I’d r-rather l-live s-somewhere c-cold.” He managed to get out, although it was probably too quiet for anyone to hear. It was a good thing Ripley was extremely close to Simon now then. Simon wanted to move away, he wanted to tell him to stop, because in his heart he felt like he was truly betraying Jack. But his body wouldn’t allow him, and neither would the growing problem in his pants that he was sure Ripley had noticed by now. He let out a sort of embarrassed groan and pulled his knees closer to his chest, but kept his arms by his side. Simon was looking everywhere but at Ripley as he brushed the hair from his face. He swallowed hard and glanced up, his eyes making contact with Ripley’s for a brief moment before he looked away again.

Simon sighed in relief as there was moment of silence between the two of them. His shoulders relaxed briefly before they tensed up again as Ripley’s hand rested on his knee. A jolt ran up his thigh and he inhaled sharply, chewing on his lip. He tasted blood in his mouth, and rubbed at his lip, glancing around the room, anywhere but at the man beside him. ”It’s u-um….a-alright. N-not a-as g-good a-as h-home.” He nodded, and sighed slowly. His eyes widened as the male’s hand went to his thigh, and immediately he knew what he meant. He looked over to him, meeting his eyes for a moment before looking away again. ”N-no…I s-suppose it d-doesn’t. It’s a-a sh-shame.” He ran his hand through his hair, swallowing hard, his mouth and throat extremely dry. His hands were clammy and the position he was in was starting to get uncomfortable. He straightened his legs out slightly, only slightly, to ease the pain but still tried to keep the problem that Ripley had caused hidden as best as he could.

TAGGED; RIPLEY&KELLI || WORDS; 400 ||OUTFIT; here || NOTES;simon is totally getting naked in my head now. yep.

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown.@caution

[william r. james]

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[simon a. davis]

i've never lived the easy way ,

Simon knew he couldn’t contain himself much longer. One part of him wanted this to stop and for him to get up and walk away, but the other part of him, the much more dominant and extremely horny part of him was not going to allow that to happen. He felt the male’s hand start to massage his thigh, and the growl under his breath paired with that sent him nearly tumbling over the edge. He took a deep breath, looking up to him with hooded eyes. He bit his lower lip gently, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to contain himself much longer. But would he be able to make the first move? He doubted that. He wasn’t the ‘first move’ kind of guy. He was that submissive and inexperienced and shy type of guy. Simon felt his hand move up towards his hip and his breath caught in his throat. His eyes closed, and he took a moment to let his breathing go back to normal before he answered his question. ”Th-there a-are p-plenty of th-things I’d d-do f-for f-fun. Th-things th-that w-would n-not b-be a-allowed, especially n-not in a l-library.” He mumbled softly, leaning into the other male as he rested his head on Simon’s. If he had no self control he would’ve kissed him right then and there, but he didn’t have the balls to do it, scared of rejection although he was sure there wouldn’t be any.

There was a moment of silence between the two before Simon heard the male snarl under his breath. He thought he had said or done something wrong at first, as he felt his hand squeeze his thigh roughly. His eyes widened slightly and he glanced over to him, waiting to get scolded or slapped or something. He didn’t move and just waited, and without warning he felt his head turn to face him and Ripley’s lips on his own. It definitely caught him off guard and it took him a moment to let the shock fall away before he reacted. He kissed him back and his hands went up to the male’s hair, running his hands through it and grabbing at it roughly. It felt even better than he had imagined, the kiss and the male’s hair. Simon tugged on his hair, letting out a sort of groan into his mouth. The forcefulness of the kiss and Ripley’s actions hurt, but definitely not in a bad way. Simon had always been a sort of a masochist in a way, but never really acted on that, and now was his chance he figured. He pulled the male closer, shaky hands running down his chest, grabbing at his jacket. He didn’t know how far this was going to go but he definitely wasn’t planning on stopping it until he absolutely had to.

TAGGED; RIPLEY&KELLI || WORDS; 475 ||OUTFIT; here || NOTES;the feels i cannot simon is just fffff

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown.@caution

[william r. james]

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[simon a. davis]

i've never lived the easy way ,

Simon wasn’t even controlling himself any longer. He knew that someone could walk in on them at any moment. He knew that they could be caught and that they could both be in serious trouble. But that just fueled him. He pulled Ripley even closer, dragging his nails down the male’s neck and letting out a sort of growl into his mouth as he felt him bite down on Simon’s lip. This wasn’t like him, he wasn’t usually so easily seduced or so willing to make out with someone he just met, especially not in the back of a library where someone could easily see them. He stretched his legs in front of him, his pants getting uncomfortably tight now. Simon felt his hand move under his jacket and shirt, letting out a sort of gasp as the male’s nails dug into his skin. He tugged on his hair, the feeling of skin on skin, even just Ripley’s hand on his side, made a shiver run up his spine in delight. He licked his lips as Ripley pulled away, biting his lower lip gently as he looked him over slightly before meeting his eyes. He was breathing heavily, and his heart was pounding in his chest, his face probably flushed from their encounter.

Simon really was putty in the man’s hands now. He was long gone, pushed over the edge with no chance of coming back any time soon. His eyes slowly closed as he felt the male’s hand run through his hair. He let out a sort of sigh as he heard his words, especially his tone. His lips turned into a sort of smirk as he looked back to him, licking his lips. ”Good.” No stutter, thank goodness. Simon closed his eyes again as he felt him bite down on his neck, groaning quietly and running his hands through Ripley’s hair again. He pulled him back up to his lips and kissed him hard, his hands moving to pull at his jacket, wanting it to come off but too nervous to actually take it off, plus he still wasn’t sure how far Ripley wanted to go, or himself. They were in a library, and he knew he wouldn’t be quiet, so he was definitely nervous about that.

TAGGED; RIPLEY&KELLI || WORDS; 379 ||OUTFIT; here || NOTES;simon is totally wanking off in the back of my head xDDD

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown.@caution