Daniel Foster (stayinshadow) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-05-20 02:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ethan drake, felix harlow |
Who: Ethan & Open!
What: The Official 20th B-Day Sexay Marathon
When: Somewhere after Round 19; Noon; May 20th
Where: The Rails!
Rating: Mature Sex Talk; Alternative B-Day Tradition
Status: Ongoing ;]
Ethan could whip out a smile on a dime if need be. The act of being ordinary too deeply ingrained to keep the thief from second guessing his instincts about social cues. But as he crawled his way up the bed and out from underneath the covers there was nothing faked about the look on his face. Jaw still aching slightly from his prolonged and detailed efforts, but he hadn’t really minded when she squealed his name so prettily. Figuring that she deserved a little extra attention considering that out of all of his lays so far in the week long shag-a-thon leading up to his 20th birthday Number 19 had truly shown her expertise by giving Ethan one of his best blow jobs the month. Hell, maybe even this whole fuckin year. The corners of his mouth pulling back into a ‘cat-that-made-the-canary-sing-for-mercy’
A man with a loophole obviously, which led them out of bed bare as the days they were born and still horny as hell into the shower. The water on, but getting clean the farthest thing of either of their minds as Ethan wholeheartedly partook of the ‘Post-Sex Shower Non-Penetrative Climax Clause.’ Leaving Number 19’s apartment a whole other hour later with bright eyes, wet hair and a flippin skip to his step. Damn nearly whistling into the not particularly pleasant blue sky. Lips still tingling from remembered pressure as he walked to his favorite bagel shop on automatic. Mind going back to day one, May 14th, when his annual birthday tradition had finally kicked in. Ready to start appreciating another year with some familiar booty calls, random hookups and adventurous sex until he’d screwed enough people to represent his new age. A four year old tradition steeped in sweat, adrenaline and repeated bouts of mind numbing bliss that had proven a better substitute for nonexistent birthday cards or cakes. Feeling like a damn near genius when he’d thought of it at the tender age of 16, which had admittedly been a tough year to get it started. But Ethan was, if nothing else, a persistent bastard.
Now he was practically all of 20 and going strong. Everything that could and had been bogging down his mind and attitude lately purposefully discarded along with the dull ache in his chest. An absence he rarely let himself feel these days as years put more distance between them. The future leaving the past and those buried in it behind. Not that there had been a body or even a grave for a poor, nameless orphan boy who’d exploded in a ball of light nearly 7 years ago. No one left to care or even miss Danny now except Ethan. While the thief was far from that near suicidal kid back in that alley that hadn’t known what to do, much less how to live without his brother, Ethan couldn’t help but be struck at how insignificant the world had seen them. Hell, how it still did considering that if he walked in front of a bus today only his boss would be the wiser, but even then he’d just assume that Ethan had bailed. Then he’d rehire another mechanic and that would be the end of that.
Luckily Ethan had some very particular requirements concerning his own demise. Not planning on going out with anything less than a bang. But that wasn’t what today was about as he ordered his usual, a blueberry bagel with cream cheese and a cup of dark brew coffee, and winked gallantly at his cute male cashier; Number 12. No, today was about getting in his 20th lay for his 20th Birthday and he was gonna enjoy every minute of it. All he had to do was find someone he hadn’t screwed already within the last seven days, sadly repeats were against the rules, but first something to keep his engine going. Ethan plopping down into a chair at an empty metal table outside of the bakery. Not wasting another second as he chowed down on his bagel.