lets play a love game__RIVER

[isaac oliver hilton]

I'M ON A MISSION

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and it involves some heavy touching, yeah you've indicated your interest[/center][/color][/size]

There was a smirk on Isaac's lips as he signed off and shut down his laptop. This was going to be fun. He had wanted River since they met back on the first day of the tour, he had really wanted River. Strangely he hadn't done what he usually does when he decided he wanted someone. He didn't straight out corner the boy the very first second he could. No he had waited this one out. Maybe to see if he could actually wait for something or maybe because after about ten minutes of talking to the boy he realized he not only wanted him but wanted to be his friend as well. Eventually Isaac slept with most of his friends, that was no secret but the friendships that started with just sex never seemed to last.

He hadn't been lieing when he said he was just up. In fact he was still laying on his bunk with nothing more than his boxers on and trust me he had only starting wearing anything in bed on the insistance of his band mates. Clothes were probably this boys least favorite thing in the world. If it hadn't been so cold outside he would have just grabbed the booze he had promised to take with him and go as he was but he didn't really like the thought of the cold air and his skin. So it was with a slight sigh he rolled on a pair of his skin tight black jeans. A small laugh forced itself from the boys lips as he thought about his friends view on tight pants, you could see everything, and how true that was right now. Slipping his feet into a ratty old pair of converse that weren't even his he didn't even bother tieing the laces. Next to be arranged was transport of the bottles and cans. That came in the form of a large paper bag.

On his way out the door he caught a glimpse of himself in one of the mirrors that had been scattered around the bus, yes he was in a band that cared more about looks than music get used to it. His hair was a mess but it always was with Isaac. Sure he straightend it cause if he didn't it went curly but after that he would spend longer than any person should spend messing it up to look just right. A shirt might have been wise given the weather but honestly he couldn't be bothered putting it on. It was only gonna get taken off soon anyway so what was the point.

Stepping off the bus he cursed the cold and crossed his arms over his chest. Trying to keep in as much warmth as he could. There was a fine line between the kinda cold that would make someone giggle and the kinda cold that made people tell you to get the hell off of them. The walk to the talking to sidewalks bus didn't even take a minute and quite frankly if it had there was something seriously wrong with this kid. Stepping up onto the steps he took his free hand away from his body just long enough to knock on the door before pushing it open. Tonight it was too cold to wait outside and he had a feeling River wouldn't mind. "Honey, i'm home.

[/color]" He called out waiting to see where the other boy would emerge from.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[river "phoenix" mohr]

i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow

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River grinned a bit as he closed the im window and shut his laptop with a 'click'. What an interesting conversation that had been. Isaac was a very intriguing boy. But now River had a bit of a dilemma in front of him. Isaac had said he would be right over, and the Bone Palace bus was only a few yards away from his own bus. That meant he had less than five minutes to clean up, make himself pretty, and find Battleship in the huge mess that was the closet. He sat there for about a minute, contemplating exactly what he had to do, and then suddenly he was on feet with a garbage can in hand. He threw all the miscellaneous wrappers strewn all over the floor into the bin and then went for the counter, sweeping all the spilt cereal and half-eaten apples away. Once all the garbage was cleaned up, he started grabbing all the dirty laundry and chucking it into the bunk area. It was mostly River's own clothing; he tended to be a slob in his own living place. But there were also a pair of Mae's panties. He bent down to pick them up, but then he stopped and drew his hand back, making a face. He then grabbed an old newspaper and used that to scoop up the lacy underwear, holding it as far away from him as he could as he mumbled, 'Ew, ew, ew..', and chucked them into Mae's bunk, right onto her pillow. She would kill him later, but he wasn't concerned with that at the moment.

Now he had to find the game. He hurried over to the closet that the entire band shared and opened it tentatively. The moment the door was open, a bunch of shit came spilling out onto his head. He cursed and began to pick it all up, shoving it back in violently. He really didn't care if he broke anything. Battleship was stuffed on the bottom shelf amongst a sea of bath towels and other board games. He chucked Clue out of the way and grabbed the box, yanking it out with a celebratory, 'Ha!' and set it on the table before walking back to the bathroom.

He didn't look that bad, he decided. His hair could use a little bit of help, and his eyes had ugly black bags under them, but other than that, he was in good shape. He ran a brush through his hair a few times until it was soft and then pulled his hood up over his head. 'Cute,' He thought with a smile. But then there was the problem of his eyes. He walked out of the bathroom to the front of the bus and searched under the couch cushions until he found his sunglasses and he put them on just as the door to the bus opened.

He heard Isaac's voice and grinned toothily as he went to greet the other man. Hey baby, he purred. He reached down and grabbed Isaac's free hand, pulling him up the stairs and into his arms in a short hug. Then he grabbed the bag and set it on the counter, peering in curiously. He smiled when he saw all the bottles of alcohol. Perfect. He turned back to Isaac and gave him a once-over, frowning when he saw that he lacked a shirt. Normally, River would be delighted to see him shirtless, but it was cold. The heater on the bus had quit early that morning, which was why River was wearing two jackets, sweatpants, and a pair of pink fuzzy socks. You shoulda brought a shirt, hun, He said, walking over and invading Isaac's personal space. I love seeing you half-naked, but our heater's broken. It's cold in here. He smiled slightly, eyes twinkling behind his shades.

status: finished
word count: 645
lyrics: 'starstrukk' 3oh!3
outfit: Hoodie + Pants
notes: lol, he's wearing sunglasses inside.

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[isaac oliver hilton]

I'M ON A MISSION

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and it involves some heavy touching, yeah you've indicated your interest[/center][/color][/size]

He was barely in the door but already he was being pulled around. Well this was going to be a fun night. If there was one thing Isaac loved it was the feeling of someone else controlling him, even if it was just for a moment. Control was one of those things the boy didn't like. Control made life boring. Thats why Isaac never made plans more than a few hours ahead. thats why he would go out and drink until he didn't even know what he was doing and thats why most mornings he would wake up next to someone who's name he didn't care to know. The other boy wrapped his arms around him and Isaac did the same, pressing their bodies close together for just a moment. Yes Isaac actually managed to let the other boy move away. He had waited this long and as he had been told a few moments ago waiting made it better in the end. It was a theory he wanted to experiment with.

There was no resistance to the other boy taking the bag, there would be no resistance at all tonight. He let out a small laugh as the other boy spoke. "I know.

[/color]" To some people this statement wouldn't make any sense but anyone that spent any time with Isaac, and knew about his massive ego would understand. Whenever heard words like perfect, amazing or fucking amazing he automatically assumed the words 'you' and 'are' came before it. His eyes worked their way over River's body, lingering on the hip area for just a moment longer than the rest of his body. Hips were the boys weakness. Boys hips, girls hips and even his own hips. It was a strange obsession that he couldn't really explain but it was his.

River was talking again, telling him he should have brought a shirt but he wasn't paying much attention to the boys words. No right now he was much more interested in the fact that they were getting closer again. This time he wasn't going to be so passive in letting the boy step away from him. His hands took their place on either side of River's hips. Thumbs tracing the shape of his hip bones through his clothes. Maybe he shouldn't have done that, he was already rather turned on from that little conversation they had just had and this wasn't helping.

The other boy continued talking as Isaac took a small step forward. His own pierced hips almost meeting with River's but he stopped himself before that could happen. "Well then you'll just have to help me warm up.[/color]" He said as he dipped his head slightly and brought his lips to the others neck. Starting from near the boys shoulder and working his way up stopping just as he reached his jawline and whispered. "Won't you?[/color]"[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[river "phoenix" mohr]

i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow

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River felt Isaac's touch on his hips and his mind immediately flicked back to their previous conversation. The other man was obsessed with hips, that much he knew. He wondered briefly in the back of his mind if he would approve of his own curves. River himself had never really been too fond of his body, but others seemed to like it, so he flaunted it as best he could. He frequently performed shirtless. His bandmates always rolled their eyes at him, but hey, why not take advantage of what you have?

Isaac kept inching closer, and River took the opportunity to step forward until their bodies were pressed together, hip-to-hip, chest-to-chest. He made a small noise of appreciation in the back of his throat as the other man mouthed at his neck and his jaw. I'd love to.. He whispered slowly, teasingly. But you promised me a game. You're not gonna break that promise, are you? He lifted Isaac's chin with the tip of his index finger until their eyes met and then put his best puppy-dog face into effect. His lower lip jutted out into a pout and his eyes got all wide and sparkly. He slipped his sunglasses off his face to give Isaac the full effect.

Without waiting for him to answer, River ducked his head and kissed his neck, just as the other man had done only seconds before. He kissed his neck twice, then his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, and let his lips linger there. Let's go get drunk first, yeah?

status: finished
word count: 259
lyrics: 'starstrukk' 3oh!3
notes: oh my god, it's so short. i'm sorry. the next one will be longer, i promise.

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[isaac oliver hilton]

I'M ON A MISSION

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and it involves some heavy touching, yeah you've indicated your interest[/center][/color][/size]

From what he could feel through all the layers of clothes that covered them he was going to like the set of hips he had his hands on. He wasn't sure how exactly to explain a good set of hips but this defiantly felt just like one. His own hips were just about perfect, but not quite. They were just slightly too narrow for his taste but then again they were his own so maybe it was better he didn't find them insanely attractive or that would lead to some rather strange moments. He had decorated them though. Along side each of his hip bones ran a small metal bar. To him this was a great addition to his body, some people would agree and others thought it was a strange, feminine piercing that he would be better without.

When River took that step closer, closing the minuscule gap Isaac had left between them a small shiver of excitement ran along the boys spine. And that little almost moan that lingered on the others lips just made it even harder for him to control himself. It took a lot of effort not to turn those light, soft kisses into teasing little bites but somehow he managed it. Just. The other boys voice rang in his ears even though it was no more than a whisper. Damn why was everything this boy did effecting him so much? This was not normal, not for Isaac who could have people crawling all over him and not feel more than a slight interest in what they were doing. But River was barely doing more than standing in front of him and the boy was transfixed. He was also very sure that River would love keeping him warm.

And then the but came. Isaac had all but forgotten about their plans to play battleship. Part of him had hoped that they had both forgot but he wasn't going to be an arse about it. He had no problem playing a game, he just wished he had picked one he was actually good at now. A finger rested under his chin and tilted his head so their eyes could meet. Well they would have meet if it wasn't for the dark glasses that covered River's. Some people might have thought this was a bit strange but Isaac had been known to wear sunglasses in nightclubs and when playing at night. He lent in slightly, his lips almost meeting with that cute little pout of the others lips but stopping just short.

He parted his lips, about to speak when he felt the other boy mimic what he had done just a moment ago. Instinctively he pressed his hips against the others and bit down on his lip. This boy was good. Again he had to use all his concentration to stop himself turning his head and pressing their lips together but they were coming in that direction anyway. Stopping just to the side. "I wouldn't have it any other way bitch.

[/color]" He murmured using his favorite pet name before turning just enough for his lips to meet for the first time. It was only for a few seconds but it was by no means a timid gentle kiss. Then he pulled back and headed over to the counter where the bag of alcohol had been sat. Pulling himself up onto the counter beside it he reached inside and took out two bottles of beer along with the small bottle opener her had flung in there at the very last second and popped the tops of with a certain ease that suggested he had done this several times before. Lifting one bottle to his lips and holding the other out to River. "Although, someone might think you're trying to take advantage of me.[/color]" He joked as he took the first swallow of his beer. Yeah like anyone could take advantage of Isaac.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[river "phoenix" mohr]

i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow

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Isaac wasn't the only one having a hard time controlling himself. River could tell he was struggling, and it took all his will to not throw away all his inhibitions and tackle the other boy to the ground. Isaac wouldn't protest, that much was obvious, but River's pride was on the line here. If he gave in to his urges, Isaac would realize just how much he wanted him. He had to control himself, play the game. It would prove that he had self control. But as Isaac moved his lips that half inch until they touched, River felt his will melting. Something jumped in the deep cavity of his stomach. This whole waiting thing was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

He bit his lip to keep the protest from spilling out when Isaac pulled away. He just wanted to touch the boy. Keep touching him until there was no piece of skin left unexplored. But then the promise of alcohol flashed back into his mind and it became easier for him to keep his mind off the inevitable. Isaac opened the bottles with ease; it was obvious he had done this many times before. River had, too. Alcohol was a necessity in life, in his opinion. The calming buzz helped to wash away the pains of everyday life. He wasn't really sure how all those little straightedgers lived; to never feel the warmth the drink induced, to never be able to let go in such a way that no sober person ever could. Alcohol was fun, freedom, all jam-packed into a beautiful little bottle.

He took the offered drink and pressed the tip to his lips, a small smirk coming to his face as the other spoke. He tipped the bottle back, letting the precious liquid trickle down his throat and warm his body. Who ever said that I'm not taking advantage of you? He said, gazing down at his beer with an amused expression on his face. For all you know, I could be some crazy rapist who'll sex you up, slit your throat, and bury you in some ditch beside the road. His face held the same expression as he turned away, swaggering over to the small table with his hips swinging in a whore-like fashion. He set the beer down and sat on the cushioned bench, reaching out to pull the board game closer. He lifted the lid off and set it aside before lifting the game out and setting it down in the middle of the table. Sit, He said, not looking over at the boy. He took his Jeffree Star jacket off and held it out. And put this on before you freeze. Underneath that hoodie, he had on a light-weight track jacket that matched his sweatpants. It probably wouldn't do much to keep him warm, but he'd rather be a bit cold than have Isaac's nipples freeze and fall off or something.

status: finished
word count: 493
lyrics: 'starstrukk' 3oh!3
notes: ---

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[isaac oliver hilton]

I'M ON A MISSION

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and it involves some heavy touching, yeah you've indicated your interest[/center][/color][/size]

He laughed as River asked the queastion. How did he know? Well it was safe to say it was near impossible to take advantage of this boy. If he dragged himself into a doctors office he would only be there for five minutes and they would be able to diagnose him as a sex addict. It was always on his mind and when he didn't get some he got cranky. Once he went a week without any sexual contact with anyone, not even himself and by the last day he was practically shaking and claimed he couldn't get out of bed. That was the last time Isaac tried to prove he could do something. Alcohol he could give up, he didn't need to party everynight but he needed sex.

"At least i'd die happy and while i'm still pretty.

[/color]" He said with one of his adorable little laughs as he lifted the bottle to his lips again and took an other, longer drink. Beer wasn't usually his thing but he could drink it. The only reason he kept some on the bus was because a lot of guys prefered it to the vodka and whiskey Isaac almost survived on. The same goes for that weird pink strawberry flavoured shit. Girls seemed to be into it and well Isaac was a very good host who would do all he could to make everyone very happy. He watched as River walked away. Well not so much watched as stared at his ass but hey it's almost the same thing, he was watching a part of the boy.

He wasn't asked to come sit by him, he was ordered. He liked that. Jumping down from the counter beer still in hand he wandered over in no great rush. Not that he had far to go. "Yes master[/color]" His tone was lightly sarcastic but also showed how he enjoyed being told what to do as he sat obediently by River. Isaac was a strange sort of boy who adored being controled but also enjoyed a dominant role. For him it was just a case of going with the flow. If the other person was the type to take control he would let them but he didn't have to think twice about stepping into the more powerful position when it was there for him to take. Either way he got his fun.

Looking on as the other boy removed his hoodie Isaac was slightly dissapointed to see that there was an other layer underneath. Dammit. Then the hoodie was offered to him along with the instruction to put it on. Well that was slightly unexpected but it was a little cold in here so he took it and pulled it on over his head. "I've never had someone tell me to put clothes on before.[/color]" He said in a voice that was almost soft as he let those converse that belonged to someone he couldn't quite remember fall off his feet and pulled his legs up under him, like a child trying to make himself look taller. His elbows rested on the table and his chin rested on his hands as he looked across at the other boy. "Not gonna lie, never played battleship.[/color]" There was a cute little smile on his face that was almost too innocent to belong to this boy but he was telling the truth.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[river "phoenix" mohr]

i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow

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He smirked as Isaac called him master. Yeah, that totally wasn't hot at all. He couldn't help but to imagine him beneath him like that, squirming, playing the role of a slave... Yeah, not hot at all. River's stomach jumped and he could feel the blood creeping into his lower extremities. He controlled himself, though, thinking of naked grandmas and cat throw up. Ew.

He honestly didn't know how he was going to last through this whole game, with Isaac looking at him like that. His eyes were all sparkly and pretty; River had a thing for eyes. I just don't want you to turn into an Isaacsicle. He said with a smile. Isaac's own smile was almost too much to handle. He looked like a little kid, but that's what made it so adorable. River's brain pretty much melted out of his head right then. He almost didn't register the words when the boy spoke, but he managed to focus long enough to force together a response. I.. you've never played Battleship?

[/color] he stuttered, slapping himself mentally at the hesitation. This really wasn't going to work out. Either Isaac needed to put a bag over his head to hide his attractiveness, or River was going to have to come up with a new strategy to keep his libido under control.

I played it all the time when I was a kid. It was like, the only electronic form of entertainment we had. I didn't have the internet or tv or anything. He started to set up the game, placing all the little pieces in the correct spots and switching the power on. It made a little noise and the boards lit up. I'll teach you how to play as we go along, yeah? He started to set up his board, placing all the little ships in different places. Okay, so, first, you're gonna want to set all your ships up. Just put 'em on random places on the board. And don't let me see where you put them. You gotta kinda bend down a little bit so that you can't see the other person's board. He hunched his back, leaning over with his forearms pressed to the table. Once he finished setting up all his ships, he glanced up at Isaac with a small smile. Got 'em all set up yet? He asked. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

status: finished
word count: 394
lyrics: 'starstrukk' 3oh!3
notes: ---

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[isaac oliver hilton]

I'M ON A MISSION

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and it involves some heavy touching, yeah you've indicated your interest[/center][/color][/size]

Isaac was what you would call a natural flirt. If there was someone around him he would be flirting without even noticing he was doing so and if there was someone around him that he was actually interested in well he still didn't really notice he was doing it. He couldn't help it if every other word that came out of his mouth could be taken in a very sexual way and he defiantly couldn't help that adorable little grin of his that made his pretty blue eyes sparkle. Eyes were one of those things people always tended to notice in people but Isaac wasn't most people. You would only catch him looking into someones eyes if he really really liked that person. As in i think i might want to stop humping on everything that moves for you kind of like. It had been years since he looked into anyones eyes.

Laughing gently he pushed some of his thick black hair off of his face. "I'm too hot to freeze sweetheart.

[/color]" It was a joke but neither of these boys could say that they didn't believe it. Well Isaac believed it maybe River didn't but as you might have guessed Isaac's ego was massive so as far as he was concerned River knew he was hot. After all he wasn't here for his battleship skills and he was pretty sure that not too long from now this hoodie would be getting taken off again. Or maybe he was just being overly confident there. But hey a night with one of his best friends, that was gonna be fun with or without nudity.

He shook his head slightly as the other boy spoke. "Nope, never.[/color]" Isaac had never really played any boardgames growing up. He had them all, of course he did but he never had anyone to play them with. He was an only child after all with parents who were busy building their business. Yes young Isaac spent a lot of time alone and some would say that is why he is like he is now. The life and soul of every party and the one who never went home alone at the end of the night. He would deny that of course. Isaac was Isaac because this was how he wanted to be. Maybe he was wrong but even if he was he would never admit it.

Sipping on his beer as he listened to the boys explanation. This seemed easy enough. "How do i cheat?[/color]" He asked with a laugh lent over his bored and started pushing the little pins into the slots. At first it was in a random order but then he decided that it looked kinda ugly so he started to arrange them in the shape of a heart. Yes that was much better, well it would have been if he had enough 'ships' to finish the shape. Oh well it would do. "Okay, I'm ready." He said looking up with a smile as he shifted his legs out from under him, stretching them straight out in front of him under the table to rest on River's knee. It wasn't actually meant to have any effect on the other boy, this was just how Isaac sat. His legs were either tucked under himself or propped up on whatever was in front of him.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[river "phoenix" mohr]

i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow

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River had a habit of biting his nails. It was something he had developed during school, a vice to pass the never-ending time. He usually had on nail polish to prevent himself from biting at them, but today his nails were bare. He had taken all the polish off last night and passed out from exhaustion before he could put another coat on. As Isaac arranged and rearranged his pieces on the board, River raised his hand to his mouth and began to pull at his thumb nail with his front teeth, completely unaware that he was even doing it. He picked and picked and picked until suddenly he let out a little gasp and glanced down at his hand. He had ripped the tip of the nail off, along with a bit of skin, and now it was bleeding. He cursed under his breath and got up from the table, going to wash the blood off in the sink. It wasn't like, spurting blood, but every time he wiped it off, more oozed out of the cut. He grumbled more profanities and grabbed a paper towel, wrapping it around the finger. He then sat back down to the table, scowl on his face. If you ever see me biting my nails, smack me. It's a bad habit. He said, glancing over at Isaac. And cheating is easy. All you gotta do is peek over at the other person's board... You wouldn't cheat, though, would you? The scowl was then replaced with a teasing little smirk and he assumed his previous position, leaning over the table slightly, paper towel still wrapped around his thumb. The way the words came out of his mouth made it obvious that he meant the question in all possible contexts.

He glanced down, surprised, when he felt the heavy weight of Isaac's feet on his knees. He smiled, though; he didn't mind. He would gladly serve as Isaac's personal foot rest any day of the week, if Isaac wished it so. Honestly, at this point, he would do anything for the boy. River was like putty in his hands. And although he knew it was wrong, and that he really should try to stop, he found himself falling farther and farther with every glance they exchanged. It was like he had stepped off a cliff, knowing that there were sharp rocks at the bottom, but honestly not caring. That was how devoted he was. And he had only met the boy a few weeks ago.

Okay, so, I think you already get the basic concept of the game: you're trying to sink all my battleships. To do that, you have to say a letter and number coordinate out loud, and then I'll tell you if it's a hit or miss. If I say it's a hit, then you mark that with a red pin on this board, He tapped the part of the game that was sticking up vertically. And if I say it's a miss, you mark that spot with a white pin instead. Also, whenever I hit one of your ships, you stick a red pin into one of the holes on the ship. First person to sink all the other person's ships wins. You ready bitch? He smirked, using the name that Isaac was so fond of. C3.

status: finished
word count: 556
lyrics: 'starstrukk' 3oh!3
notes: this post's much better than the last one, if i do say so myself. :]

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[isaac oliver hilton]

I'M ON A MISSION

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and it involves some heavy touching, yeah you've indicated your interest[/center][/color][/size]

He watched as the other boy got up from the table. Isaac hadn't been paying attention as to what had happened to cause it but still he watched intently as he took an other drink from his beer. At this very moment he was trying as hard as he could to fight the urge to get up and follow him. What he wanted to do was get over there, wrap his arms around the boys waist, maybe rest his chin on River's shoulder which would most likely lead to an other string of kisses along the boys neck. Thats what he wanted to do but he somehow managed to stop himself. He had promised a game and dammit he would play the game. No matter how hard it was for him to focus right now. Going over there would only distract them both and not that he had it set in his mind he was going to do this he would be pissed off with himself. Soon though his companion came back. "Ok but don't be mad if i suddenly start thinking i'm seeing it and you end up with a hand print on your ass." There was a playful tone in his voice and a smile that could make hearts in just one glance.

Would Isaac cheat? Now that was a question. In a game, most defiantly. Games started out ad just fun but Isaac had a habit of getting competitive, he wanted to win and he would do so anyway he could. In a relationship, well yes. Every relationship this boy had been in had ended when he cheated on the other person after a few months. Yes he had cared for each of those people in someway or an other but lets be honest. The boy was a hoe, he could try and change that but it was like second nature now. Thats why he had promised himself he wasn't going to get into an other relationship unless he was sure he wouldn't hurt that person. "But i can't win if i don't cheat." He said in that sweet, innocent little voice of his that seemed to wrong coming from this boy.

River was the kind of boy Isaac could find himself liking. Well he did like him but i mean, like liking. That scared him slightly although he would never admit that. Liking him could only ever end in the boy hating him. That was always the way it went and he didn't want River to hate him. If he started to really like his friend he would have to come up with something. A plan to make sure neither of them got hurt, and that River would never know about Isaac's feelings. That is if they were to develop. If they weren't already.

Listening and nodding along as the game was explained to him it seemed simple enough. "Oh i'm ready sweetness.

[/color]" He replied with a smirk, that statement could be taken in many many ways. Fingers hovered over the little pile of pins as he waited. C3. Looking closely at his board. There was no ship. "Yay, miss.[/color]" His voice was almost an excited squeal but he made no effort to disguise that. Yeah sometimes he was a strange hybrid of a little boy and an annoying over excited girl. His foot slid further along the inside of River's leg. It was only partially planned but it was also just because it was comfier like this. "Is it my turn? E... 9.[/color]" Looking up with a smile and a sparkle in his eyes. This was kinda fun.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[river "phoenix" mohr]

i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow

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Battleship was quite an easy game to understand. Really all you have to do is say a letter and number and stick the pins in the holes. After that, the only thing you can do is cross your fingers and hope you get lucky. Because that's all it is. A game of luck. River, however, liked to boast that he had become an expert at it over the years. It was true that he beat his little brother in most of the games they played, but that was probably only because Tomas had terrible luck anyways, the poor thing. River didn't know if he would win or not. Isaac had as good a chance as anyone to beat him. And River would hold true to his promise of the letting the winner top, but honestly, he had a feeling he would end up with that duty no matter who won tonight. Not that he minded at all. No, he was totally fine with that.

River wasn't too worried about missing on the first guess. That was pretty normal. It was rare to get a hit on the first try... But then Isaac guessed E9, and River made a face. He slipped a red pin into the spot. Hit. Lucky bitch.
All this time he had been taking little sips of his beer. The bottle was already almost a third of the way gone. It took a whole lot more than that to get River drunk, though. Just one bottle wouldn't do it. He was gonna need two or three, at least. Or maybe a shot of jack. That sounded nice right now. It would have to wait, though. He needed to focus at the moment.

He took the paper towel off his thumb to examine the injury, making a face at all the blood that had culminated. It seemed to have stopped bleeding, so he crumpled the towel up and tossed it at the garbage can. He missed. Making an annoyed noise, he looked back at he game. He would pick it up later.
Oh, right, sorry, my turn. Erm. B2.
Isaac's foot was slowly sliding up River's leg, and it would be a terrible lie if he said it wasn't distracting. He could feel his thigh tremble slightly. This game was so not going to last very long if Isaac kept doing that. River glanced up for half a second, catching Isaac's cute little expression, and he bit his lip to hide his smile as he looked back down at his board. Was it possible to die from overexposure to adorable? Seriously, this boy was something else. His eyes were so bright, and his smile was so perfect. What more could one ask for?

status: finished
word count: 455
lyrics: 'starstrukk' 3oh!3
notes: wheee.

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[isaac oliver hilton]

I'M ON A MISSION

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and it involves some heavy touching, yeah you've indicated your interest[/center][/color][/size]

So he hadn't really meant it when he had said they would be playing battleship but he didn't really mind now. River was a friend after all and he did actually enjoy spending time with him when they had their clothes on so why not just make them both a little less sluttish and play a game first. Like one game of battleship could make Isaac less sluttish. The bottle of beer had been raised to his lips again when River spoke. Hit. Ohhhh yeah. Inside he may have been doing a happy dance but outside he kept himself calm. Slowly bringing the bottle down to rest on the table again a small smirk crossed his lips. "Not just a lucky bitch, you're bitch.

[/color]" Yes it was impossible for him to turn that part of his brain off. No matter what he was doing Isaac was always, well Isaac. Right now he had just wanted to remind River that tonight he was his, anything he wanted Isaac would gladly do. He was sure that the other boy would be quiet pleased about that.

B2. Crap. "Damn you, you hit me.[/color]" His blue eyes took on a puppy dog like look and his smirk turned into a little pout. It was over exaggerated just like everything else about this boy but there was some truth in it. He was the type who would get way too into things sometimes not that he was really upset or anything. He just wanted to win. His foot slid further up the inside of River's leg. This time much more deliberately as his eyes reverted back to their usual pretty blue selfs. By now he much have been nearing the boys thigh. Luckily, or maybe unluckily for River Isaac's legs were only so long and this was as far as he could reach without sliding so far down in his chair he would fall off. Although this was something that should have effected River a lot more, and hey maybe it did it was annoying Isaac immensely. He wanted to go further. He wanted to hear the other boy gasp in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Screw it, he wanted River.

He had promised to play and they had played. Sure they game had only just begun but they had played it for just a few minutes and that was enough to keep Isaac happy. If it really bothered River they could revisit this later but as far as Isaac was concerned the real fun was about to begin. One last sip from his bottle and he got up. Casually but with his goal still very much in the front of his mind as he walked around the small table and almost gently slid himself onto the other boys lap. That cute little smile of his crossed his lips again before he lent in and let their lips meet again. It wasn't the same as the last time. This was no peck that lasted just a few seconds. A pierced tongue ran across the others lips and teeth occasionally scratched at them. Isaac pulled away but only because it was necessary to keep breathing. That little smirk came back to him as he stood up, close enough to be grabbed and dragged back down if that was what the other boy wanted to do. "Want to start over?[/color]" his voice was as calm as it could be in this situation as he gestured towards the board which he could now plainly see. But he wasn't really talking about the game now.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[river "phoenix" mohr]

i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow

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Isaac pouted, and River decided right then that it was, indeed, impossible to die from overexposure to adorable, and that it would ultimately be his downfall. This kid was just too fucking cute. River had always been a sucker for blue eyes. They were so deep and colorful. He found his own eyes to be bland and boring; they were a milky blue color, what most would call gray. He sometimes wore colored contacts just so he could feel prettier. He smirked in triumph as Isaac announced the hit. Second time is a charm. He picked up his bottle and took a long drink of it, downing at least an inch of the liquid in one gulp.

River kept waiting for Isaac to announce another coordinate, but it never came. Instead, the boy stood and began to circle the table. River leaned back on the seat and watched him intently, a content and slightly amused look set on his features. He looked Isaac up and down, lingering for just a moment on his ass. Okay, adorable had just officially transformed into incredibly sexy. Isaac was heavy in his lap, but River didn't mind one bit as their lips came together in a passionate kiss. He held back a noise of affection as he felt the tongue ring against his lips and on his teeth. Oh, this was heaven. Unfortunately, heaven ended way too soon. As Isaac pulled away, River sat there with his mouth hanging open slightly, a very dumbfounded, yet very turned on look in his eyes.

He saw Isaac's lips move, but his brain didn't register the words. Instead, he stood up quickly and grabbed Isaac's hips, pulling their bodies together and crashing their lips again. He let his tongue lick against the boy's bottom lip, asking for permission, and then carressed the other boy's tongue with his own. One hand slid up Isaac's side slowly, coming to rest behind Isaac's neck. The other hand gripped his hip, tightly, possessively. When the need for oxygen called, he pulled away no more than an inch and let his mouth hang open, panting slightly. His eyes slid open and he whispered, Fuck the game. I want you. He touched his lips to Isaac's once more, softly, and then pulled back and waited to see what the boy would do.

status: finished
word count: 389
lyrics: 'starstrukk' 3oh!3
notes: -fangirls-

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[isaac oliver hilton]

I'M ON A MISSION

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and it involves some heavy touching, yeah you've indicated your interest[/center][/color][/size]

As much as Isaac loved girls, loved being with girls he had always preferred kissing boys. It was the only thing he had a preference in when it genders. Girls lips always had that weird sticky coating that quite frankly he couldn't stand. On a few occasions he had actually stopped everything and asked the girl he was with to go wipe it off because he just couldn't bare it anymore. Boys lips however he could never get enough of. River's in particular were quite nice but that was a big understatement. Yes Isaac was sure he had found the perfect set of lips and he was going to make sure he would be kissing them often.

For a moment he let his eyes rest on the other boy. Everything about him was exciting right now. The way his lips were slightly parted, that look in his. Damn even the way his soft reddish hair was falling across his face. No one had ever had such a drastic effect on him. Not this early anyway. Isaac was the the boy who could control himself for longer than even he thought possible most of the time but not around his boy. Maybe it was because he had made himself wait for what seemed like a very long time. And then River did probably the most perfect thing he could have done at a moment like this. When he stood up it raised no more than a slight smirk from Isaac. This was going well but then he felt it. River grabbing roughly by the hips and pulled him closer. Fuck there was no way, no matter how hard he tried he would have been able to control that little groan of both surprise and pleasure.

River's tongue ran across his bottom lip and Isaac parted his lips obediently allowing their tongues to meet. Naturally Isaac's hips found themselves pressing forward against Rivers and his hands found their way to the small of the boys back. His fingers pulling not so gently at the fabric that covered the boys body. Delighting in that first little hint of the boys flesh. I fact he was enjoying this so much he didn't realize that moan that slipped from his lips straight onto Rivers. God he could not get enough of this boy and that would bother him later but right now he didn't care about anything outside this moment.

Of course just like before oxygen was required at some point. Although Isaac did think this would have been a particularly nice way to go but thats not the point. His breathing was heavy and his heart was beating just slightly faster than it normally was after a kiss like that, except it had been a while since he had had a kiss like that. One that made him feel connected to the other person. River's hand was still on his hip and that was just driving him insane. Seriously his knees felt as if they were ready to give way and he was barely able to contain himself. Then River had to go and say those three words Isaac always wanted to here. I want you. Even biting down hard on his lip was not enough to stop him from moaning just at the sound of them. Without even thinking about it his grip around the boys waist tightened and he took a step forward sort of half pushing, half guiding River to make sure he took a matching step backwards and pressing him against the table. "I'm yours.

[/color]" He murmured against those perfect lips of River's. It was true. For tonight and any other they happened to find themselves together Isaac his, completely.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]