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« All in a day's work |Thomas?| »
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All in a day's work |Thomas?| « Thread Started on May 20, 2009, 2:48am »
A soft glow shining from the screen of a notebook computer left on the coffee table, the soft sound of music escaping headphones that dangled off the couch, and the quiet of breathing all inhabited the living room of the modest apartment that Hunter Nelson occupied with his boyfriend and their dog. An old, well-used English book still left open was next to the computer with some crumpled paper and a miscellaneous pen crammed between the pages. Hunter had crashed on the couch debating topics for his research paper, the paper he needed to get done to pass the English class he’d been evading since he was in the real high school.
It had been a long day, setting up stage equipment for the most part. The Farmington Theatre had hosted some concert the night previous for some pop act Hunter hadn’t heard of before, so working today included mass clean-up and resetting the stage for the orchestra that performs there more regularly. Hunter’s job wasn’t necessarily difficult; he could lift a decent amount of weight pretty easily, but after hours of lifting and moving one could definitely find themselves to be sore. After work it was straight to the adult education building to go to his algebra class followed by United States history. By the drive home Hunter was already yawning, catching the elevator and rounding the hall, he wasn’t surprised to arrive home to an empty apartment – with his schedule so packed he was hardly home as it was, there was no reason to expect Thomas to form his schedule to suit himself.
The boy had wandered to their bedroom and took off the jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie he’d worked and sweated in all day. Made his way to the shower where he lazily got himself clean enough to be comfortable until he’d shower again before work the next morning, then dressed himself in his boyfriend’s green Trix t-shirt he’d grabbed from their closet and a pair of loose fitting black pajama pants. Stretching his arms as he wandered into the living room, getting his school junk organized to get some English work accomplished.
When his little study area was all set to go, Hunter yawned and made his way to the kitchen. Realizing he hadn’t eaten since the night before, the boy opted to microwave a cup of noodles. Heading back to the couch while he waited, he never made it back to the kitchen. Nope. This was when Hunter passed out asleep on the couch, absolutely exhausted. The dog eventually jumping up beside him and his cup of noodles sitting cold in the microwave long after they’d been cooked.
|ooc| Okay, I was bored so I wanted to write, I know you've been busy with school ending Tedra so no need to reply if you don't have the time to, I just wanted to dust Hunter off and start using him again (If you feel like replying there's no rush, I can reply pretty much whenever).
Re: All in a day's work |Thomas?| « Reply #1 on Jun 2, 2009, 9:11pm »
|| I'm warning you, I'm rusty. I've only been typing shit for journalism lately and it's not quite the same as this. ||
Balloons of many assorted fun colors, blue, red, yellow, anything that caught the eye, streamers that matched the balloons and a lot of nonsense took up all the room in a little beat up black Jetta. The bottom was turning into that horrible bronze color and people can pick out that it was slowly rusting a little bit and the overall color showing a lot of distress, obviously needs a little tune up... but in this economy who can really afford to do that anymore?
The day had been long. Thomas Dawl spent it cleaning up the apartment just a little bit, more so just putting away the mounds of clothing that Hunter and himself let just pile up cause they were always just too busy to do anything with it. He dragged himself to work, a receptionist at a salon, didn't he feel like the typical gay man; oh boy. Now, he was driving back home to a place where he could just curl up and rest, or better yet decorate! He had a surprise up his sleeve and he couldn't wait to just make it his own, it's been a long time since Hunter and him did anything really special and he wanted to get back in touch with that side, he wanted to feel the deep connection they hold for each other... he just wanted to be Hunter and Thomas; like old times.
The junkie Jetta pulled into his designated parking space where he just sat for a few minutes to finish off the song that was playing. The one thing about the boy that many people weren't aware of is his love for Elvis and Country music and as he sat in the car listening to the sweet sounds of the guitar, drums, and everything a normal mainstream band would own, just so much more soothing and a lot more care free; he felt his body go numb and just get absorbed into the melody.
"You need a man around here You can't do it all by yourself To me it's painfully clear That you could use a little help Someone to kill the spiders Change the channel and drink the beer Seems to me that you sure need A man around here"
Brad Paisley. Heaven. He turned off the car and gathered all his items in his hands, shut the door with his foot and started up the stairs to his own little piece of heaven. A dog he loved, a boy he loved and a place they all shared it. He reached their landing and the elevator opened. He walked out in a struggle with a his hands full. He put down the balloons which conveniently came with weights and the bags. He tried to handle first and the door slid open. He took the opportunity to walk in and just as he rounded the corner he saw the sleeping boy and quickly threw everything into the bedroom and changed into plain black shorts and a bright fluorescent yellow shirt with "Billabong" strongly vibrant in fluorescent pink.
Thomas' eyes scanned over the apartment and just smiled. It wasn't perfect but it was home. The laptop sitting on the table and the microwave beeping every once in a while to indicate someone was forgetting food in there. "Sexy man" he whispered softly, leaned of and put a kiss on the boys forehead. His moisturized hands gripped his shoulder with no force at all and shook just a little, he didn't want to wake him up in a scurry.
« Last Edit: Jun 14, 2009, 7:43pm by Thomas Dawl »
I hope to God I mean a little more then the sounds that escape your tired 4 A.M. lips And oh-how I wish I meant a little more then a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips
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Re: All in a day's work |Thomas?| « Reply #2 on Jun 3, 2009, 9:37am »
|ooc| lmao - its okay - I haven't really written like this much either. A whole sixteen weeks of boring essays though, so this was actually fun. And I'm glad you're replying, I didn't want to seem like another person... who used to rp here... who was dating your character and was a clingy suchandsuch *coughalyshacoughhack*
but I look forward to what you're going to write =}
Re: All in a day's work |Thomas?| « Reply #3 on Jun 14, 2009, 7:43pm »
|ooc| :] Yeah, I was just finishing a lot of articles for the school paper that my journalism class does, a new critical analysis criteria (which was mega bullshit), and essays up the wazzoo. Oh boy.
I hope to God I mean a little more then the sounds that escape your tired 4 A.M. lips And oh-how I wish I meant a little more then a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips
Joined: Jun 2006 Gender: Male Posts: 914 Location: Famington via 80/94
Re: All in a day's work |Thomas?| « Reply #4 on Jun 15, 2009, 1:26pm »
Normally, Hunter was a typical light sleeper but the boy managed to slumber through the noises of Thomas coming home and moving about. But a soft smile started at the sound of a voice his heart memorized, a feeling of lips on his forehead, and the almost non-existent pressure of hands on his shoulders. His eyes opening slowly as he peeked up.
"Hmm? You're talking about yourself again?" He teased, about the sexy man comment, voice light and quiet with post sleep-haze, his eyes blinking heavily a few times and a small yawn following, "How late is it?" He asked in a mumble, brown eyes finally focusing on his boyfriend as he stretched a bit. Slowly, and cautious enough not to kick their dog he sat up and grabbed Thomas into a slow, sleepy, tight hug.
"How was work?" His voice was still a bit hushed and hazy, and his eyes were still moving between in focus and adjusting to the light in the room. Certainly he couldn't remember when he'd last had an eight hour sleep, most days it was the shrew, blaring alarm that woke him up way too soon, and it was true that more often the not he woke up with dull aches from lifting at work. But this, this was quite possibly the best way to wake up. Sure he'd merely gotten a nap in, and he was neither rested nor ready for jumping jacks but he was smiling and it felt perfect.
Hunter loved where his life was, okay, maybe that was only half true. He loved his relationship, his home, his small family so to speak - his boyfriend and their dog; he loved they were capable of independence from their families, and that they could have their own little world. On the other hand, he hated the hours they both had to spend working and being apart, and he hated the brief moments he had doubts and that he wished things were like they were before jobs and grown up responsibilities. Those times, the negative times, thankfully never lasted long, and in the end he couldn't feel more wrong about his doubts.
Smiles, soft words, Thomas' voice and touch - this was all Hunter needed to smile, this was better than any Motrin at relieving his aching head and bone structure. In more simple terms, this was all Hunter needed to survive.
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