Who Kay and Chess What Chess being Robinson Caruso and Kay testing the fact Chess hasn't been "close" since detox. WhereOn the 14 acres of the Enedrik Private Island Warnings Aim chat turned scene and language Status Still Adding
(1:31:23 AM) PittSoDeep: Kay kay kay (1:31:48 AM) PittSoDeep: I am awesome (1:31:55 AM) showmejazzhands: Are you? (1:32:06 AM) PittSoDeep: Yes. you won't believe what I finally did out here (1:32:20 AM) showmejazzhands: a successful cartwheel? (1:32:27 AM) PittSoDeep: well no not that. (1:32:31 AM) PittSoDeep: I mean what (1:32:38 AM) PittSoDeep: I do cartwheels just fine (1:32:47 AM) showmejazzhands: keep telling yourself that (1:32:50 AM) showmejazzhands: what did you do? (1:33:11 AM) PittSoDeep: I have made FIRE. Bwhahahahaha. BWAHAHAHAHAHA. (1:33:17 AM) PittSoDeep: without a lighter this time (1:33:35 AM) showmejazzhands: is that what you've spent the last five hours doing out there? (1:34:14 AM) PittSoDeep: no. well part of it. I'm making it bigger and have been gathering rocks for this huge bon fire. I'm totally Lord of Flies out here. (1:34:18 AM) PittSoDeep: ANDDDDDDDDD (1:34:21 AM) PittSoDeep: not only that (1:34:26 AM) PittSoDeep: I have speared a fish (1:34:29 AM) PittSoDeep: BOOYEAH (1:34:32 AM) PittSoDeep: BAM (1:34:45 AM) PittSoDeep: I'm going to cook it (1:34:51 AM) PittSoDeep: over the fire (1:37:28 AM) showmejazzhands: god you're turning into a caveman (1:37:43 AM) showmejazzhands: next thing you know I'm gonna have to shave that beard off in your sleep (1:37:56 AM) PittSoDeep: I'm not growing a beard (1:38:54 AM) showmejazzhands: good to know (1:39:03 AM) showmejazzhands: you should do me a favor (1:39:23 AM) PittSoDeep: what favor. you have to be out here by night fall too (1:39:34 AM) PittSoDeep: I'm dancing my rituals around the fire (1:39:37 AM) PittSoDeep: heheeh (1:40:00 AM) showmejazzhands: you should get your ass in here for five minutes and I'll show you a ritual that's much better than dancing (1:42:01 AM) PittSoDeep: really? hold on. let me get the fire really going. I don't want it to die (1:42:06 AM) PittSoDeep: I want it HUGE (1:42:16 AM) PittSoDeep: I mean no bigs (1:42:24 AM) PittSoDeep: I could totally make it again (1:42:27 AM) PittSoDeep: heh (1:42:29 AM) PittSoDeep: LOL (1:42:53 AM) PittSoDeep: also the crabs keep chasing Hooker (1:43:39 AM) showmejazzhands: very nice. now get your ass in here now, Chess Scott. (1:43:55 AM) PittSoDeep: Ok. I'm coming I'm coming. whooooooooooooo
(1:55:44 AM) PittSoDeep: Chess had come a hop, skip, and a jumping up to the cabin. He flung his lug of a frame in through the door wearing nothing but his swim trunks as he'd come to do almost daily, all day, everyday. His skin was oiled and already had a healthy bronze glow, his shoulders a little darker than the rest and little freckles had started to make their speckled patterns over them. He had a neck tie tied around his head like a headband and was still carrying his homemade spear that he'd just managed his first kill with. The sturdy stick was just a bit taller than him and he tied sharp rocks onto the end for the spearhead arrow and even took the time to sharpen them up. He really did look like an older version of something from the Lord of Flies. His tattooed legs marched their way proudly in and up to Kay. Then little Hooker seemed to trot in after Chess and found her way to her bed and curled up without further ado, fur full of sand. "Chess Caveman Scott, bringer of fire of boundiful feasts has mother fucking arrived." He was grinning that doofy ass grin he gets too when he's just too damn happy.
(2:09:04 AM) showmejazzhands: To be completely honest Kay hadn't done much of anything at all since they'd arrived to the island, the first day he'd slept the entire time, catching up on the rest that he hadn't gotten in Detox with Chess and sometimes of a night when the other was sleeping he crept outside and just sat out on the stand, listening to the natural sounds and the complete silence of anything artificial but other than that he'd just watched Chess have fun with whatever it was he was doing. Oh Kaydence wasn't a complete fool, he hadn't missed the way that the older male's sexual antics and jokes remained the same as usual but unlike usual, Chess Scott had made no attempt to act on them, it was definitely odd considering that before his time in the clinic Kay had practically had to beat the man off with a stick just so he could make it out the front door still wearing his clothes. His mind was a turmoil of thoughts, he had worried from the moment the musician declared that he was going to get clean and sober that he'd come out of it and realize he could do so much better than the sarcastic asshole of a artificial red head, that he'd take a moment to look at him and not see what he once had and the fact that Chess seemed to be detouring or avoiding any sexual contact, something that Kay normally wouldn't have cared about wasn't at all helping the thought process currently travelling through his mind.
So, he'd decided once and for all to figure it out, to find out for certain because he was too damn selfish and impatient to wait any longer. When Chess made his way inside dressed as he was, Kay arched an eyebrow at him, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, put down his coffee and rose to his feet. "We still need to add a Lordship to that title." He told him as he approached, taking in his appearance, not stopping as he reached up and took that spear from his hand, let it fall to the floor and backed the musician right up against the wall, hands coming to rest against it either side of his head.
(2:24:30 AM) PittSoDeep: Chess saw Kay approach too and was still grinning like a fool, especially hearing more about that Lordship. He really really really liked that idea a lot and he was glad it was Kay that kept bringing it up and not him. He really didn't like to have to ask Kay for things if he didn't have to. But then the spear was taken and dropped and Chess's face started to change not sure where Kay was going with it, still wearing that humorous but confused look. But the red-head's next move had Chess stumbling back and ended up completely pinned against the wall. Chess turned his head to see each side, each hand next to his head, flat on the wall. Then he licked his lips and rolled them in on each other as his eyes turned to meet Kay's, so close to the color of his own, windows to the soul they say, and the view was so simliar, but the parts that were different, were so different, mysterious. Chess noticed every color, he always had. "Admit it Kay. Caveman Chess turns you on." He snarked out still trying to be a little funny, but obvious nerves were on display, his breathing changed and his own legs were moving like he was part grasshopper trying to play their chirping violin songs, but really the automatic arousal that happened each and every single time Kay approached him like that, dominating the situation. His shallow breaths asked, "Will you call me Lord Chess?"
(2:32:15 AM) showmejazzhands: "Shut up." Kaydence growled out, he could see that nervousness as he stared right back into the musician's eyes but damned if he was going to let Chess wriggle his way out of this one, he'd let him squirm and distract himself out of their closeness thus fair and quite frankly he'd had enough of it. Sure, a normal person might have sat their lover down and been understanding as they talked about it but Kay never had been a normal, talkative person, instead he opted to just go for it, to force it on the older male, knowing that his ultimate reaction to it all would let him know in the end the answer to the question that had been playing on his mind ever since he'd been with Chess in the parking lot outside of the clinic. "No. You don't own any land in Scotland yet." He told him simply, bluntly and in a tone that was almost cold, knee coming up between them, forcing the other's legs apart when he started to fidget them up and down, body moving closer, hips pressed against hips, pinning him in place so he couldn't move, so that there was no room of escape before his arms came down, hands locking tight around the musician's wrists, forcing his hands up high above his head and pinning them to the wall there.
(2:57:50 AM) PittSoDeep: Oh God it was insane. Chess wasn't one to falter or stammer or hesitate in bed. God he felt so hard and if it wasn't for the rubbing of Kay's knee between his legs to cover, that swimtrunk might not have left much to the imagination. He let out a whimper when his hips involuntary on autopilot seemed to buck and grind them both together more. That move led to one that was far more deliberate and needy. With his arms locked the way they were, it would so be a Chess move to fight against it to gain control, but he didn't. He stayed there across from him and let himself be pinned. He couldn't help it. He rocked his pelvis so deseperate and so needily, even greedily against the other. The half-lidded eyes were branded with desirous want of the other and there was no way in Hell Kay couldn't tell when Chess was turned on like this. The sounds weren't just his usual pleasure groans out though. His hips were rocking up against Kay's leg like he couldn't live another second without contact and he wanted to fucking cum so dam bad. But, there was something heavily contradicatory with how Chess moved to show he was liking it and wanted it, practically humping Kay's leg, and the complete anxiety he tried to hide was there on his sleeve too. His eyes told the tale before he ever did. It just wasn't the same tale Kay thought it was. Chess wasn't so simple "So fucking get me some" He spouted, true to his word. He wasn't ready to cave yet. Not this time. He just... he wasn't a good liar. His eyes told too much.
(3:08:43 AM) showmejazzhands: Kaydence watched him closely, as close as he'd watched him every time the musician had drifted into sleep after he'd had his seizure, he'd been so terrified that he wasn't going to wake up again and yet there they were on their island and there was Chess, right in front of him, pinned to the wall, his body acting as usual but oddly enough not fighting for the control he normally loved to take and his face, his eyes telling the younger male something completely different than his body. His leg stilled where it had been rubbing the other through his swim trunks, his body moved back slightly but his hands stayed where they were on the wall and with a sigh his forehead came to thumb against the wall between his right hand and Chess' head. Oh he wanted to do it so badly, he wanted to just take what he wanted from the other and hope that in the end it would all be the same but some small part of him remembered what it had felt like that day when Chess had told him he didn't remember, he recalled how dirty he felt, like in some way or another he'd raped the older male. "Forget it." He finally breathed out after a long moment of silence, pushing himself up off of the wall and away from Chess and he turned around and headed straight out the cabin door, one hand roughly shoving his hair back away from his face, the other reaching down in a vain attempt to adjust himself in his now too tight around the crotch jeans.
PittSoDeep:
As Kay pulled away Chess felt his stomach sink. Kay had a way of pulling back and away just to tease him all the time, but this... this wasn't it. Kay just walked off and Chess could tell he was hurt. "Fuck" he uttered under his breath as the door swung shut and Chess picked up his spear and pointed it at Hooker and said, "Why didn't you just tell me to talk him huh? huh?!" He always seemed to use Hooker as his imaginary Jimminy Cricket, his conscious that never really spoke back. "Yes I know he'll never let me live this down. I am not punking out. You just don't get it Hooker." He said as if the dog spoke to him. He used Hooker to sort out his own feelings a lot. But, now he was angry at himself and his poor little dog had a spear pointed right it. It's big bulgy chihuahua eyes just blinked at him unaffected. The dog didn't fear him. Chess sighed, "God damn it's a good thing you're cute." And yes somehow Chess actually auto-flipped these conversations in his mind and thought it was a good thing he, himself, Chess Scott was cute or else he'd really be in for it. And yet Kay was the one going to therapy? "Fuck. I gotta fix this." He looked Hooker right in the eyes hard and gave the most adamant and crucial nod as if they were conversing over something as serious as running out into a battlefield and putting himself on the front line. But, to Chester Clementine Scott his relationship with Kay was life or death because Kay was his life now. There was no other way to say it. And not just because Kay was all that was left after most his world was murdered and dead, but because Kay made him feel alive again, after hiding behind a dark cloud for so very long.
He regripped the spear and jogged out the door and had his eyes on the back of Kay's red hair like he was honing in on a target and had limited ammunition and only a real bullseye would do. Anything less would be meaningless. Strike hard. Strike fast. But then another phrase went through his head as he ran to catch up. 'Never give in. Never back down.' Kay had these words inscribed on the back of Chess's new guitar and right then he knew that meant not backing down to whatever held him back in his own head too. Right then though he thought Kay needed to live by the same philosophy. So he tossed the spear and shot and skewered itself into the sand and staked itself in an upright position hard about 3 feet away from Kay at the same time Chess called it out, "Never give in. Never back down." But, he didn't stop there. He shouted, "That means on me either. You got that?" He demanded.