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Tweak says, "I've got a brand new pair"

Carson Sanders (ilevitate) wrote in badwater_rpg,
@ 2009-01-29 16:03:00

Entry tags:

carson sanders, dylan hayes, january, rated r

Who: Carson and Dylan
What: Serious business
Where: Carson's place
When: Tuesday afternoon
Rating: Violence! R.

Since his talk with Dylan and Brendan, Carson hadn't felt very well. He was a conflicted man, trying to choose between two very much assertive men who had both showed him kindness. While he was an older man it was hard to him to think like one, since his father had sheltered him so heavily all through his life. Socially he was still very much child-like in his ways and while he could make intelligent, informed and adult decisions on a day to day basis it was hard for him to know how to deal with people since his father had kept him from the general population.

Of course his father wasn't trying to take away anything from Carson's life when he sheltered the boy. He was actually trying to protect his son. The man worked hard to make sure Carson grew up happy, healthy and loved and Carson had, if a bit socially retarded. So he'd avoided Brendan's calls and hadn't contacted Dylan, deciding it was probably best he think things over on his own. After all, Brendan had hurt someone and admitted it! To Carson that was almost acceptable but taking into account what Dylan had done maybe it was okay.

With a heavy sigh he walked into his house with a bag of groceries in hand, Sparky at his heels. Kicking the door shut - though it didn't quite click - Carson made his way to the kitchen.

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pushit
2009-01-28 06:50 pm UTC (link)

There were so very many advantages to being able to fly at the speed of sound. One of them was, well, being able to move very, very quickly. And along with that, there was that mad inventor's invention - the ring, the shoe inserts. It meant that as long as Dylan was flying, he was a silent blur. It also meant that as soon as Carson opened his front door, Dylan was able to swoop right inside the house. He closed the door softly, and unzipped his heavy winter jacket. He was ever the picture of prettyboy jailbait (despite being very much eighteen), tight shirt, tighter pants, and he'd let his hair grow out just a bit. The only thing that kept him from looking like a complete wuss was the confident way in which he strode into Carson's kitchen, grabbed the older man's shoulder, and jerked him around so that they were facing eachother.

"Carson Sanders?" He asked, an ugly grin on his face. "I'm Dylan Hayes."

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ilevitate
2009-01-28 07:03 pm UTC (link)

Sparky, the Dalmatian at Carson's heels, turned and looked at Dylan. He growled a little even as the boy approached and Carson made a surprised noise as he was turned around, grateful he'd already put down the groceries. Faced with a young man - he now knew what Dylan looked like, swell - he offered a little nervous smile. Had the boy followed him in? Perhaps his entrance had seemed inviting and Dylan needed something.

Of course he was a bit taller than the boy, but he was lanky and confused. Sparky continued to growl.

"Sparky, stop it." He stated gently, looking at his dog before back at Dylan. "C-Can I help you with something?"

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pushit
2009-01-28 07:19 pm UTC (link)

Dylan reached out a hand to tightly grasp the older man's chin. He twisted it one way and then the other, apprasing Carson with a critical eye. "You stutter?" He asked, a mean look in his eye. He sidled closer. "I wonder why Brendan didn't pick you, then." He scoffed. "Probably because you're as much of a pussy as he is." With a sigh, but without letting go of his grip, Dylan posed a question to Carson, "You think your best friend would be upset if you were harmed?"

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ilevitate
2009-01-28 07:45 pm UTC (link)

"Only s-sometimes." He licked his lips nervously, flinching when Dylan grabbed his chin. Really Carson's stutter was never a constant. Around Brendan and other people he felt comfortable with it wasn't there but when he got nervous he stuttered like mad.

"Y-yes he'd be...upset. He l-loves me?" Carson wasn't sure why Dylan was there or why the young man was so close to him. Why he seemed dangerous. With a hard swallow he tried to step out from between Dylan and the counter.

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pushit
2009-02-02 10:07 pm UTC (link)

Dylan laughed, "You know, people call me gay but you are just a faggot, man!" He tightened his grip on Carson's chin and jerked the older man's head down towards him. "S-stop your s-stuttering. It's gonna be alright - I mean, assuming you're game for what I've got planned for you, 'cause otherwise, babe, you are fucked! Literally, figuratively, everything in between!"

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	ilevitate 2009-02-02 10:14 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm n-not, though. I-I l-like girls." He swallowed hard, whimpering as Dylan jerked his head. The man tried to back up but only hit the counter. He lifted his hands to try and push Dylan away. "P-please...d-don't hurt m-me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pushit 2009-02-02 10:17 pm UTC (link)
	"Liars go to hell." Dylan taunted, reaching out his free hand to grasp a fistful of Carson's show. "Burn burn burn, burn burn burn. Haven't you heard the song?" He laughed, cleared his throat, shoved Carson's protesting hands away with his elbows, and crushed his lips to the older man's. Dylan had been hurt. Hell yes, he was going to hurt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ilevitate 2009-02-02 10:20 pm UTC (link)
	"Mmm! Mm mm!" He shook his head, trying to get away from the kiss. Maybe he had a few inches on the kid but god he didn't have the strength. Again he tried to push Dylan away, losing his balance and falling to the floor. Sparky was growling, snarling at this point, standing in a defensive position. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

pushit
2009-02-02 10:24 pm UTC (link)

The hand that had clutched Carson's chin moved along his neck to grip his hair tightly. Dylan tore his lips away from the struggling man's with another laugh, and turned his attention to the dog. "Shut up, mutt." He sneered, and aimed a kick at the dog's chest that sent it flying into the far cabinet with a whimper. Dylan's attention returned to Carson, "You pick, fag, your bed, that cute couch, or right fucking here."

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ilevitate
2009-02-02 10:26 pm UTC (link)

Sparky yelped and just slumped down, knocked out for the time being. Carson watched in horror from the ground, trembling madly.

"I'm n-n-not g-gay!" He cried out, practically in tears. Why was this being done to him? What had he done to deserve this? Bed, couch, floor...how was he supposed to choose? If he actually voiced an opinion then it would make it sound like he wanted it but if he didn't then Dylan would hurt him, there, on the cold floor.

"I c-c-can't c-choose!" Carson scooted back away from Dylan from where he was on the ground.

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pushit
2009-02-02 10:29 pm UTC (link)

Dylan glared down at the stuttering man. He was furious. All of his frustration with the world, with Evan, with Bill, with not feeling in the loop about what was going on. He was angry because Mao confused him, angry because Evan had manipulated him, and angry because Emil wouldn't speak to him. Unfortunately for Carson, all of that anger became directed at him. "Shut up!" He half-shouted, "You fucking choose! Now! Or I will fucking kill you now and save myself the trouble of getting my dick out!"

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	ilevitate 2009-02-02 10:32 pm UTC (link)
	"B-bed." Carson sobbed, using the counter to help pull himself up off the floor. He was shaking terribly and god all he wanted to do was use his ability to smash a toaster into Dylan's head but he couldn't focus. Everything was all scrambled up in his head. He couldn't fight back. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pushit 2009-02-02 10:35 pm UTC (link)
	"Stop whimpering! You make me sick." Dylan snarled. Finally he released Carson's hair, but it was only to grip the back of his neck tightly. "Get moving." He snapped, and when he wasn't immediately obeyed, he kneed Carson in the back. "Now!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ilevitate 2009-02-02 10:36 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes! Yes." He yelped and hurried forward into the bedroom even if it was hard for him to walk. It hurt because he was shaking so badly. He stumbled into the bedroom. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pushit 2009-02-02 10:39 pm UTC (link)
	Dylan jerked open the zipper of his jeans as he stalked after Carson into the older man's bedroom. Getting excited for this sort of thing wasn't going to be a problem. This kind of violence was what Dylan liked. "Get your pants off, no! - Don't you bother with your fucking shirt! Pants! Queer!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ilevitate
2009-02-02 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Carson hadn't done this before, not fully. He'd had one girlfriend who he had sex with once and never again. Then there was Brendan who had only touched him. Now Dylan was barking commands at him and the man was sobbing and shaking, undoing his trousers. Though he was hesitant to shove them down, merely digging his fingers into the hem.

"I d-d-don't w-want t-to!" He sobbed.

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	pushit 2009-02-02 10:43 pm UTC (link)
	"You want to die or do you want to get your ass fucked?" Dylan asked savagely. "Because I will fucking strangle you with my bare hands, cocksucker." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ilevitate 2009-02-02 10:44 pm UTC (link)
	Pushing down his pants and his boxers he stood there naked from the wait down in front of Dylan. The man was trembling horribly, his cheeks stained with tears that kept falling. He wasn't hard in any way; this was nothing like what Brendan had done. At least Brendan had given him pleasure. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pushit 2009-02-02 10:55 pm UTC (link)
	"Hold still." Dylan said, his voice suddenly dangerously calm. So he did it, he raped Carson, because he was angry and because nothing was going to fix anything, so he might as well lash out at everything. When he'd finished he was sitting on the side of the bed, zipping his jeans back up and re-buckling his belt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ilevitate 2009-02-02 10:56 pm UTC (link)
	Carson was slumped on the bed, shaking, crying. He could feel blood sliding down his thighs. He hurt from the inside out. All he could do was lay there and cry. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pushit 2009-02-02 10:58 pm UTC (link)
	Finally fully dressed, Dylan stood up with nary a backwards glance. "Better put some ice on that." He said blithely, and then left. (Reply to this) (Parent)