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 friends can break your heart too, ollie!
finley hodges
 Posted: Feb 10 2018, 02:58 AM
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be the one be the one to take my soul and make it undone. be the one, be the one, to take me home and show me the sun. i know, i know you can bring the fire and i can bring the bones. i know, i know, you make the fire in my bones and make it grow.
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This wasn’t the first concert of Oliver’s that Finley had attended. The first one he had brought his nieces and nephew and it was likely the most exciting thing he’d done in ages, but this one? There was something different about attending the concert alone. He still had an amazing time--he didn’t have to worry about keeping track of four kids who could get trampled on or lost (his sisters would never forgive him), but regardless there was almost something more nerve-wracking about going alone. Maybe it was because Finley had been so entranced and smitten at the first concert, but had to keep track of other people...this time he was alone, and he could basically feel his stomach in knots as he was led back to where Oliver’s dressing room was (thanks to his VIP pass).

With a light knock on the door, Finley slowly pushed the door open and entered, ”Hey there, rockstar,” he greeted with a grin, ”I hope it’s okay I didn’t bring the rest of your fanclub today--you just get me.” He immediately found himself hugging Oliver as fast as he could get across the room to him--almost as if he hadn’t seen Oliver for years rather than a couple weeks. Their schedules were so busy right now, and Finley was just glad he was able to sneak away for the evening and not have to worry about getting up supremely early--it was a travel day, anyway. ”You did wonderfully, as expected.”


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oliver preston
 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 04:53 PM
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Pain don't hurt the same, I know The lane I travel feels alone But I'm moving 'til my legs give out And I see my tears melt in the snow But I don't wanna cry I don't wanna cry anymore I wanna feel alive I don't even wanna die anymore Oh I don’t wanna
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Oliver often times dreaded certain aspects of live shows. The crowds mostly, but things were different tonight. The atmosphere of the concert felt different, he just felt so much better and at ease knowing that his best friend was out there. The energy waving off him was phenomenal and by the end of the evening instead of feeling completely drained he found himself bouncing on his heels in his dressing room in anticipation. He knew that his best friend was coming, and it had been weeks since he had last scene him with his entourage of minions in tow. Oliver loved when Finley had the nieces and nephews with him, it also helped keep him in check. He had grown rather fond of Finley’s family over the months that he had been friends with him now and having little eyes and ears around helped Oliver keep his thoughts from wondering. His dreams had been explicit recently and he would be completely lying if he didn’t admit that he was overcome with lust every time he saw Finley since the dreams first started coming. Being on the road made it worse for him. Not seeing Finley every day made him put him on a pedistal in his fantasies, at least when he was seeing him every day, playing off their friendship he was bale to keep himself in check knowing that he wasn’t willing to throw away everything they had for just a moment of bliss.

Oliver had almost expected the line of family to be following Finley when he pushed the door to his dressing room open but when he saw his friend was alone his breath got stuck somewhere in his throat as he was wrapped in a welcoming embrace. ”You made it,” Oliver said grinning from ear to ear and feeling himself practically collapsing into his friends embrace just refusing to let go as he held tightly onto him, pulling away just enough from him so that he could look him in the eyes while talking. There was a fire within him and Oliver had wanted to both satisfy and put at bay this feeling simultaneously. ”You’re just my good luck charm, I swear I suck without you,” Oliver said with a grin making sure that his friend knew how much he appreciated his presence.
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finley hodges
 Posted: Feb 16 2018, 03:27 AM
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be the one be the one to take my soul and make it undone. be the one, be the one, to take me home and show me the sun. i know, i know you can bring the fire and i can bring the bones. i know, i know, you make the fire in my bones and make it grow.
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Finley was convinced that there was no possible way for Oliver to have a bad show and had enjoyed himself each time he’d gone. It was insane to see his best friend center stage in the spotlight like that, but he owned it like he belonged there and it made Finley burst with pride and adoration every single time. He grinned into the hug he had thrown at Oliver, holding him a few seconds longer and just laughed, ”Yes, of course I made it,” Finley laughed, ”I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” It was true, and many of his teammates were giving him a very hard time about it, teasing him relentlessly, but Finley couldn’t be bothered by it. If anything, he told them that either they were jealous or he intended to return the favor for them in the future which usually got them to shut up real quick.

”Oh, please, I doubt it,” Finley said, unable to help the blush that washed over his face. ”I’m pretty sure you do amazing every single night whether I’m here or not,” he pointed out, ”Though I appreciate the thought.” Really, it meant more than he wanted to admit--but Finley wasn’t going to just...say that. To be Oliver’s good luck charm would be a literal dream come true, so he was content with just seeing him have a phenomenal show, and just being there was more than plenty for him. ”Although now you’re making me wonder--does this mean I have to go to every single one of your shows now? I’ll have to tell the rugby league to reschedule,” he teased lightly before finding that while Oliver did pull away somewhat...they were still pretty damn close, which didn’t help the blush that had already tinted his face before, nor did it help the stupid grin he had. ”I don’t think they’ll let me do that though, so I’ll have to make it up to you?”


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oliver preston
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 04:01 PM
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Pain don't hurt the same, I know The lane I travel feels alone But I'm moving 'til my legs give out And I see my tears melt in the snow But I don't wanna cry I don't wanna cry anymore I wanna feel alive I don't even wanna die anymore Oh I don’t wanna
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Oliver felt comfortable and safe wrapped up in Finley’s embrace. It was as if the rest of the world had stopped turning and he was exactly where he was meant to be right now. The comfort his best friend brought him was far more important than any other feelings that had bubbled to the surface and intensified over the last few weeks they had been away. ”No I mean it, last week I swear they were about to start throwing tomatoes,” Oliver said easily able to joke with Finley. It wasn’t necessarily true, he was comfortable enough on stage to pull through a show, but it all seemed to flow muhc more comfortable when he was there, it was easier to make it through the set knowing that he’d have him here, in his dressing room, in his arms, like he was right now.

”Honestly the league will just have to understand won’t they,” Oliver said with a grin on his face that fell when he said that wasn’t possible. Oliver never really thought it would be, but his next words were what had his head reeling. He looked between his friends eyes and his lips, his eyes darting in a triangle shape a few times as the seconds ticked for what seemed like hours. ”I think that can be arranged,” Oliver said quietly still looking between his friends eyes and his lips before leaning in shortly and laying a kiss on his friends lips softly testing the waters and feeling a prickling sensation wash over his skin in waves of excitement. When there was no resistance from his friend he leaned in a little more intently cupping his face with his hand and pressing him closer to him with a hand on his lower back. Oliver didn’t know what to say so instead of making his mind work and try and find words he kissed his friend. He kissed Finley like his entire life depended on this exact moment, that this exact kiss was a matter of life or death between them.
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finley hodges
 Posted: Mar 2 2018, 04:37 PM
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be the one be the one to take my soul and make it undone. be the one, be the one, to take me home and show me the sun. i know, i know you can bring the fire and i can bring the bones. i know, i know, you make the fire in my bones and make it grow.
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Finley couldn’t help but scoff at the notion that someone, let alone a whole crowd, would throw tomatoes at Oliver during one of his shows. ”I highly doubt it--I’ve read some of those signs people have,” Finley stated, as if he were some sort of expert on all things related to throwing tomatoes, ”And I think the last thing they’d be throwing at you would be rotten tomatoes.” It was true, and Finley saw no sign of something not enjoying the show, and it wasn’t as if Oliver put on a bad show any of the times Finley had seen him live, which couldn’t be much different from the shows he hadn’t seen. ”You definitely need to give yourself more credit--not many people can pack an arena like this.” It was true--especially in terms of musicians and Oliver was a damn good one at that.

”I’m sure my body would thank me for it, but not sure anyone else would,” Finley laughed. As dangerous and rough the sport of rugby could be, it was what he was good at and he thoroughly enjoyed every minute of play time he had, even the days following a particularly physical match when his body was covered in bruises and ached to just breathe too much. ”I think I could be more persuasive in the off season when we aren’t worried about nationals.” It was true and was usually the time that the starters got a bit more of a break from playing as much. Sure, they still had practices and played some minutes in the matches, but it was nothing like when the friendly matches turn much more serious. However, it was only seconds after Oliver spoke that Finley’s entire world seemed to stop around them, including his heart. As he was kissing Oliver, it was almost as if every fiber of his being was sighing a contented finally and after the moments of chasteness, their urgency seemed to pick up as Finley found himself being pulled even closer to Oliver, and one of Finley’s hands went to clutch at the front of Oliver’s shirt as the other wove around him as if they could possibly get any closer. Of course, the moment had to end at some point because unfortunately breathing was a necessity, but instead of pulling further away, Finley rested his forehead against Oliver’s, eyes shut as he took a few breaths before a sly grin broke out on his face, ”Sorry, I don’t think I caught that?”


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oliver preston
 Posted: Mar 28 2018, 09:06 PM
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Pain don't hurt the same, I know The lane I travel feels alone But I'm moving 'til my legs give out And I see my tears melt in the snow But I don't wanna cry I don't wanna cry anymore I wanna feel alive I don't even wanna die anymore Oh I don’t wanna
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Oliver was overwhelmed. The concert went great, Finley was there, they weren’t playing entertainment for the nieces and the nephews and Oliver had completely gotten carried away with that. His heart beat in his chest drumming rhythmically which each word that his friend spoke. His eyes were distracted by the movement on his lips and the craving to just press his own against them once more. He hummed along before Finely mentioned that he didn’t quite catch what Oliver had said either. With his head spinning he didn’t really know what to repeat or what he had been saying just moments ago anyways, so he didn’t think it was that important. ”Oh fuck it doesn’t matter,” Oliver said crushing his lips against Finley’s again. The first part had been tentative, he was hoping to not get pushed off but now that he knew that he wasn’t going to be he was driven by craving.

Oliver took a few steps backwards tugging Finley by the waist with him knowing it was just a matter of inches before he was going to feel the couch in his dressing room against his legs. When he did it didn’t take long for him to do a weird maneuver that would end up with Finley on his back on the couch and Oliver hovering slightly over him. ”I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Oliver murmured just above a whisper as he felt himself go hard. He was craving being close to Finley and nothing he did was going to be good enough he just knew it. Finley was to good for Oliver and while he was craving being close to him right now he knew in the long run this wasn’t going to end well. A part of Oliver knew that this was going to be a disaster, but he couldn’t help himself. Pulling away ever so slightly he looked down at Finley and blinked for a moment. His lips were tinged pink from his own having pressed up against his and there was a sparkle in his eye that made even the darkest parts of Oliver shine like a star. ”You’re fucking flawless,” He said sincerely looking down at Finley and wanting in some way to will the emotions he was feeling into the heart of the other boy.
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finley hodges
 Posted: Mar 30 2018, 05:25 PM
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be the one be the one to take my soul and make it undone. be the one, be the one, to take me home and show me the sun. i know, i know you can bring the fire and i can bring the bones. i know, i know, you make the fire in my bones and make it grow.
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Finley was having a hard time wrapping his head around what was currently happening. In his defense, it was so sudden and honestly it wasn’t something he was opposed to even remotely. If anything it was almost as if he had been waiting and craving for this exact thing to happen. It was almost impossible for Finley to think coherent sentences or words, let alone say them, so he had no problem finding himself holding onto Oliver as if his life depended on it, the tentative nature of their first kiss long forgotten and had now been replaced by an intensity that Finley had only dreamed of until this point. Before he could even realize it, he was on his back, on the couch with Oliver hovering above him which was enough to get Finley’s heart pounding so hard he was sure that everyone could hear it, mumbling a breathy, ”Me too,” because it was true--he’d wanted to do this for ages upon ages and now that it was happening it was as if it meant to, as if all the pieces were falling into place.

Finley could practically feel how breathless the entire ordeal had already left him, which was mildly embarrassing, but those thoughts had been quickly shoved to the back of his mind as his face erupted in a light pink color. Truthfully, Finley had been called many things in his lifetime, but flawless? Never, and by someone who made his heart race? Absolutely never, heart fluttering a bit, staring up at Oliver lovingly for a moment before ever so slowly sliding Oliver’s shirt off of him, tossing it aside before suddenly pivoting the two so that he was the one hovering over Oliver, ”If I’m flawless, then I hate to tell you that you’re a masterpiece,” he murmured, voice low as he tore off his own shirt to pull Oliver into yet another heated kiss, elbows resting on either side of Oliver’s head in order to get them pressed as close together as possible, and yet it still didn’t feel close enough.


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oliver preston
 Posted: Jun 24 2018, 11:40 PM
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Pain don't hurt the same, I know The lane I travel feels alone But I'm moving 'til my legs give out And I see my tears melt in the snow But I don't wanna cry I don't wanna cry anymore I wanna feel alive I don't even wanna die anymore Oh I don’t wanna
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Oliver felt a complete desperation to be near to Finley right now. He wanted to feel every inch of himself pressed against him to meet the burning that was touching his entire body. He felt that he could explode at any moment as his shirt was slipping from his head. Admiring the boy below him for just a moment before feeling himself be placed below he stared in adoration at his bare skin best friend above him. Every bit of him was desperate to feel closer as Finely was kissing him once again. He secured his hands across Finley’s hips and ass rubbing his body below his hands and pressing them closer. Bucking his hips upwards at a slight angle he felt waves of relief release across his body feeling his own throbbing bulge pressed against his friends. The lust in his eyes was apparent and he was pretty sure that nothing could stop him from going all the way right now.

Just as that exact thought crossed his mind his was tore from the present hearing his dressing room door open. He felt himself jerk forward trying to scramble to get the two semi presentable, and failing, just in time for his manager to walk in the door. Oliver was fighting to get his shirt turned right side out when he heard his names and looked up with a deer in the headlights look. It wasn’t really like his manager could do or say anything he was an adult and was free to sleep with whomever he wanted in the privacy of his dressing room. It was just uncommon for anything like this to happen when Oliver was on tour. After a moment's hesitation he balled up his shirt and pressed it into his crotch, which he knew from the throbbing beneath his tight skinny jeans was rather obvious what he had been hoping for just a moment ago. ”Tour bus leaves in 30 minutes,” Was all the manager said before leaving and shutting the door behind him. Oliver felt a sigh of relief ricochet through him despite his aching crotch his anxiety was pulsing to hard for him to even think of getting back into the situation they were just in. Giving Finley an apologetic look he couldn’t even think of what to say to him right now as he was mortified and humiliated.
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finley hodges
 Posted: Jun 29 2018, 03:23 AM
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be the one be the one to take my soul and make it undone. be the one, be the one, to take me home and show me the sun. i know, i know you can bring the fire and i can bring the bones. i know, i know, you make the fire in my bones and make it grow.
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It was as if everything went from zero to a hundred in very, very few seconds, not that Finley was complaining. If anything, he was incredibly thankful that he had opted to come alone this time around because...well this would be incredibly awkward if his nieces and nephew were here. Finley had been able to peel his own shirt off as well, subconsciously flexing (because when he was entirely enamored with someone, he wants to show off, after all). Although, he’d be lying if he didn’t feel like he was drowning in lust at this point, whining as Oliver was pressed down against him, the friction actually killing him, and he;d even moved to loop his fingers into Oliver’s belt loops, pulling him impossibly closer, and was literally seconds from flipping them over again (or at least make moves to start kicking pants off) when a knock sounded.

It was almost as if it was in a television screen rather than happening in real life, and likely would’ve been just fine ignoring it had Oliver not jerked up as his manager walked in. Finley hadn’t bothered to leap up in search of his shirt right away, finding a blush dusting over his face as his manager made his appearance, said whatever and left, causing him to run a hand through his hair and giving Oliver a sheepish grin before laughing. ”Well that’s a bit of a downer…” his voice trailed off as FInley got up to figure out where his shirt ended up on the floor, picking it up before pulling it back on and at least making it pretend like he was going to be presentable. ”Which I guess is my hint to leave…” he approached Olive again, reaching a hand to his cheek before leaning forward to give him another kiss, far more innocent than the ones previously, ”I’ll Facetime you from my hotel?”


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