Dash

RP with Toki: Holiday

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 04:33:02 GMT

Dash meandered through the hallways after class. Not looking forward to going home. Too much of that strained silence and scared looks from Izzy. Like he was supposed to know what was going on between his parents. Christ. What a way to spend fall break. He raked a hand through his hair and leaned against his locker. He was antsy and didn't want to go home just yet. So where did that leave him now? Practice was canceled because of the weather, so that was left out. Kwan was over at Lancer's doing that... magic stuff.

He shook his head. Didn't want to think about Kwan just now.

So that left him to wander the hallways for just a bit longer.

Back from Vacation

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 17:36:39 GMT

He dropped the bags on the floor and flopped over on his bed. "Christ."

Two weeks, they said. Just two weeks out in the desert with creepy Aunt Florence. Somewhere, that had turned into two months. Well, yeah, he supposed it was a nice enough thing to do after she busted her leg like that out in the driveway helping them load bags. But... Christ! Two freaking months?

He wanted to see his friends again. Dash furrowed his brow as he lay face-down on his bed. What friends? He snorted. Shorter list recently than he thought. Kwan, definitely needed to get in touch with Kwan. Find out about that freaky explodey bit over the summer. Toki? He shivered and it turned into a shudder. Still not quite certain what to do with the runt. Especially after that little incident out in the desert... He shoved the thought away and shoved himself up from the bed.

He couldn't remember Toki's number anyway. He dialed Kwan's number instead.

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 17:32:08 GMT

Im in hell rigfht now.

And hell looks alot lik Arizona.

Whats all this crap about stuff blowng up in Amity? Dad got a call or something about a city block or somthng going up but it nevr made the news? Whats going on?

RP with Toki: Violin Lessons

Thu, 21 Jun 2007 05:08:18 GMT

School was almost over and Dash couldn't be more relieved. A few weeks since that last date with Kinmuno and Dash was still antsy when the passed in the hallway. The stupid peircing had healed, but everything else was still raw and nervous.

It probably didn't help that his mom had almost walked in on him and the runt the next morning. Cuddling. He was freaking cuddling Kinmuno when she started knocking on the door. But the other boy had been small and warm and fit in his arms. It had been... kinda nice, actually.

Which was sort of the problem.

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 06:51:10 GMT

christ in hell ive got a boyfriend

RP with Kwan: Tangling with the Sues

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 05:03:28 GMT

Dash shuffled his feet as he waited for Kwan to show up. He tried thinking about anything but the umpteen other dozen things they could be talking about instead of that damned gear mark on his shoulder. Oh, right, like spells and Kwan dating Danny. Right. The usual topics. He scowled and hunched his shoulders. School wouldn't be out soon enough.

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 04:54:56 GMT

Kwan, dude. redy to talk. where are you? answr you damned phone!

RP with Toki.

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 04:37:42 GMT

He didn't like lingering in the showers after class, but there was no way he was going to let anyone see that stupid marking on his right shoulder. Dash grumbled as he stood under the shower, hot water long since run out and voices still echoing against the tile outside the plastic curtain.

At last the voices thinned and Dash peeked out around the curtain to see only a couple of guys left, both yanking shoelaces tight and getting ready to leave. Dash snatched his towel, wrapping it around his hips, and made his way to his locker.

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 00:53:38 GMT

that mrk thing from the game is still on me. wtf?

HP +25!

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 04:40:33 GMT

Dash jerked back from the computer desk hard enough to tip his chair over. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, hardly daring to breath. Almost lightheaded from the sudden absence of his armor and sword, the sudden shift from blood pounding adrenaline to late night computer surfing lethargy. He pulled himself up, sweat palm almost slipping off the desk as he rose to stare open-mouthed at the computer.

His little character was doing the "level up!" dance.

He poked the computer screen.

Just glass.

Breath whooshed out of his lungs. Just. Dream. Just some weird ass dream. Dash swallowed hard. Felt like his mouth was full of cotton. Just a dream. He backed away from the desk and edged his way towards the bathroom. Christ. He could still feel the ache in his muscles from fighting. But he hadn't actually fought anything, right? Just the computer game. Dream. About the computer game. Probably just from where he fell out of the chair.

Dash leaned over the sink and turned on the taps. Splashed water on his face. Didn't help much. Pulled his shirt off. It was still there. Intricate swirl of clockwork gears etched neatly into the hollow just under his collarbone.

Still there.

Snow Day

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 05:13:06 GMT

Izzy had been the only one who asked why Dash was home early form detention. Which was fine by him. Less questions and less answers. He was on short supply for that last. What the hell had happened there? It couldn't be blamed neatly away on spells or impulse or global warming. He'd wanted it. Wanted Kinmuno.

Didn't matter.

Just school and hallway and ready to drive home. Other people meandering in the hallway, but emptying fast. Dash slammed his locker shut and started towards the exit. Saw Kinmuno and froze.

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 04:48:30 GMT

First of all Im not mad at you so don't start.

Last weekend sucked.

Bigtime.

You did some stuff you didn't mean to and i did some stuff i did mean to. even if I didnt want to mean it. That doesn't make shit sense but I do't care right now.

Not mad at you. Just what happened. So if you see me in the hall or something and i don't even talk to you its not cause I hate you all of a sudden. I screw it up whenever i try to talk, so I"m gonna figure out what's going on before I talk anymore.

So yeah I'm gonna talk when I figure out what to say.

But i don't hate you idiot.

No Izzys a dork so there.

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 01:23:18 GMT

Changed the password on this stupid thing so Izzy can't get back in it. Gotta good haul this year from Christmas, except for the usual socks and stuff from dad. Collectible from Kwan (thanks man been looking for that one for awhile!), used video game from Izzy (sucks but the thought counts and yeah i know your probably reading this brat), and a new fanbelt for the Lumina from mom. Didn't expect that last one. But cool.

My stuff to other people is gonna be late this year. Deal with it. And if you read this then don't cause this is where i'm keeping the stupid list until I get everything.

Mom and Dad: Glove stuff. Those fuzzy ones mom likes so much.
Izzy: One of those Neo thingies. and quit reading this brat.
Kwan: You'll freak. I swear. And quite reading this.
Other people: stuff.

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Why I Am A Dork

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 05:20:11 GMT

I collect teddy bears. One of them is blue. Three are green. I want to be a teddy bear when I grow up.

Tue, 19 Dec 2006 02:55:39 GMT

Havent been updating this stupid think like im supposed to and the damned therapist is riding my ass. So a quick version of why life sucks right now. Mom and Dad are fighting. Izzy's being an ass magnet like usual and not going away. Barely surviving grades. Got em up and all, but not hwere they need to be. I still have to ask kinmuno to the stupid dance so i don't get kicked off the team. ALready played the game (we won!) but i can't risk next season. A ffotball scholarship is my only way out of Amity and away from all the wierdness. Not that normals so hot anymore.

The Experiment

Wed, 22 Nov 2006 05:04:08 GMT

The internet was a scarier place than Dash remembered. Of course, last time he looked, there were pixilated breasts involved, not... Christ, not the shit he was finding. But that didn't stop the sullen burn of arousal that crept around the edges of his mind. Didn't like it. Didn't like the way it felt, the way it slipped so insistent past his instinctive habits of picturing happy bouncing cheerleaders. Gay porn. Why in the hell did they have to suggest gay porn?

And Lancer was supposed to be a teacher!

Dash pushed away from the computer after about two hours of searching and watching grainy videos. Eyes hurt. He stumbled towards his bed and collapsed on the rumpled sheets. Didn't solve anything. Didn't fucking solve anything! Dash punched his pillow and curled onto his side. Never solved anything.

He tossed and turned as he slept. The blankets twisted rudely about his legs and Dash groaned softly. He rubbed against his sheets, cheek brushing against his pillow and hips thrusting restlessly against his mattress. Dream. Oh god. That girl. Mei. He murmured in his sleep. Words lost. But... the girl.

She caught his gaze from across the room, giving him a sly smirk before she moved to the door. Silently, she beckoned him to follow her. Once outside the party room, she leaned against the wall by the doorway and waited to see if he would join her.

He followed without question, puzzled look drawing into a hungry smile. Dear god she was gorgeous. Long, lean legs. Smooth mocha skin. Dark glossy hair and bright, bright eyes. Oh yeah. He'd follow.

Mei grinned when the ninja came into view. "Hey there, handsome," she said as she pushed off the wall and stepped toward him. "What's a good lucking guy like you doing at this party by himself?" She placed a hand on his arm, feeling the firm muscles beneath the black fabric.

"Waiting for a girl like you," he replied smoothly. So familiar. Like he'd known Mei most of his life or something. Like a beautiful deja vu. "You wanna ditch this place?"

"Hm, good looking and smooth," she said, grinning up at him. "Where shall we go?" She ran her hand up his arm, sliding it over his shoulder and down his chest. Such firm, strong muscles, he had.

He slid an arm around her slim waist and tugged Mei closer. "Someplace private," he whispered into her ear. Something nagged at the back of his head about the girl, something about her smile that he recognized, so familiar. But what? Never mind that.

She pressed against him, hands fisting in the black fabric of his ninja costume. "That sounds very entertaining," she whispered. She leaned her head up just enough to brush her lips over his lips.

The noises of the crowd faded away into a distant buzz. He deepened the kiss with a hungry groan. The fabric of Mei's costume slid smoothly beneath his palm, skin sliding smoother when Dash slipped his hand under her shirt.

Mei gasped into the kiss at the ninja's touch to her bare skin. When had he done that? Her mind had little time to ponder that as she prodded his lips with her tongue, grinding her body against him.

Oh god. Not enough. Not nearly close enough. Dimly aware of moving somewhere, stumbling down a hallway, lips never leaving the Mei's. Skin. Contact. He sucked on her tongue, trying to memorize her taste.

She moaned, lips moving against lips as her tongue explored the inside of his mouth. Her back pressed against a door, and she pulled the ninja closer. Bodies never losing contact with one another. But not comfortable. "Perhaps we should continue this in a more comfortable place?" Mei suggested in a soft whisper against his lips.

"Yeah," he muttered. "Now." Hot. Getting hotter, even the thin fabric of his ninja costume clinging to his skin. Hard to breath and hard to concentrate, but why bother? Her breasts were firm against his chest and he traced every curve of her body with greedy hands.

She reached behind her, hand wrapping around the doorknob and giving it a twist. The door swung open, magically revealing a bedroom behind it. She grinned as she pulled the ninja into another kiss and dragged him toward the bed.

Something caught the back of his knees and he tumbled backwards onto a bed, dragging the girl with him. He landed with a grunt and Mei on top of him. Dash wheezed a sharp bark of laughter before capturing her lips in another kiss.

Mei straddled his body and bent her head down to meet the ninja's lips. Her hands ran over his chest, quickly working the pull fabric apart and expose his muscled chest. Smooth skin. She moaned softly, pulling away from the ninja's lips to suck on his throat.

He tilted his head back to allow her better access. Dash tugged at the buttons on her magician's shirt. Then bra. Then nipples. Oh yeah. Then a hand sliding up her skirt and down her panties.

She groaned, biting into his neck - not too hard, of course. Skin burned where the ninja touched, but it wasn't enough. Needed to feel more. Needed to be filled. Mei reached a hand into his pants and wrapped her hand around his cock.

He groaned low in his throat and thrust up into her hand. "Oh god..." His hands clenched her ass and ground her down against him. "Please." Begging. For what? Teeth grazed his throat and he moaned. "Kwan, please."

"Please what?" Kwan asked in a teasing voice, licking up Dash's throat as he sat up slightly so that his friend could see his face. His hand stroked up and down Dash's cock, and he released a groan of anticipation of what these actions were leading up to.

A sudden shift and he recognized. In some faraway corner of his mind, he recognized what had happened. Recognized that something changed, something shifted. And didn't care. Never mind it, never mind it. Just let go of the fluid dream logic. He wrapped his arms around Kwan's neck to draw him back down and lock him into that kiss.

Kwan met the kiss eagerly as he pushed down the pants of Dash's costume. Once that was done, he worked on wiggling out of the rest of his costume, leaving both of them naked. Hot flesh against hot flesh; Kwan groaned as he rocked his hips against Dash.

Smooth muscle flexing beneath his palms. Bucked up against Kwan, against the firm weight pinning him down. Pushed a thigh between Kwan's, something to rock against, something to thrust up against. "Please." Begging. For what? Closer. Needed closer.

"Please what?" Kwan asked again, smirking against Dash's lips. He ground his hips down hard against his friend's body. "I can't do anything if you refuse to tell me what it is you want." Lips dragged over flesh, and he nipped at Dash's chin before laying kiss along his jawline.

"Inside." The word is quick and hard and desperate and hissed between groans. "Now." Dash ground up into Kwan. It wasn't contact he was begging for, something else. Not now, didn't care. Skin and warmth and touch. "Now."

Kwan's grin widened at the words he heard from his friend. Lube appeared from nowhere, coating his fingers. He reached a hand down and ran a finger lightly over Dash's entrance, watching him squirm before he let the finger slip into his friend's body.

Instinctive reaction. He arched his back and pushed against the invading finger. Dash's hands clenched tight on Kwan's shoulders. He squirmed. "More."

"Patience," he warned his friend as he wiggled his finger inside Dash's body. Kwan tugged on Dash's ear, sucking and nipping at it as he prepared his friend's body. A second finger slipped, and a third followed after that. The fingers worked together to stretched the entrance.

Still squirming. Let go of Kwan's shoulders, hands fisting into the bedsheets. Breath caught in his throat, escaping in pants and gasps. Just a few fingers, christ, not enough to cause this not enough, but that tongue hot against his ear, Kwan's weight still pinning him in place. Oh yeah.

Kwan pulled his fingers out of Dash. He quickly coated his cock with the lube; then he positioned himself before his friend's entrance. Slowly, so very slowly, he pushed into Dash, groaning as the tight heat wrapped around his erection.

"Ahhh!" He yelped, blue eyes going wide. Dash let out a low breath. Oh god. Inside. Inside. Could feel Kwan inside. He rocked his hips up against Kwan. "Move. Move. Move now!"

"So impatient," Kwan mumbled against Dash's neck. He grinned, almost laughing at his eager friend. Pulling back just as slowly, he waited until only the head of his cock was left inside before slamming into Dash.

Dash cried out again. The noise that escaped his lips startled him, a fierce sound of want and need. He wrapped his arms around Kwan's neck and trapped him in a kiss.

Kwan thrust into his friend, grinning against Dash's neck as he sucked on it. A hand slipped between their bodies. Wrapping his hand around his friend's erection, Kwan stroked the cock in time with his slow thrusts, teasing Dash.

He bucked up against Kwan, still strugging to find his place in the strange new rhythm between them. Blunt fingers clawed at Kwan's back and urged him on harder and faster. Dash hooked a leg around Kwan's waist, trying to draw him in deepr.

Kwan shifted his angle as he thrust in harder. He groaned out, losing his control and ramming into his friend. "God, Dash," he moaned before seizing Dash's lips in a searing kiss.

There! Oh dear god, there. Something inside, something, oh god touched something inside. Dash shuddered from head to toe, clawing at Kwan's back. "Again, do it again."

Kwan pounded into that spot, arching and grunting with effort. So tight and hot around him. "So good," he moaned, quickening his stroking upon Dash's erection.

Calloused hand wrapped around him, hard cock pounding into him. He felt like unraveling and dissolving, like falling and fading into the raw sensation coursing through his veins. He came with a grunt, hot seed spattering against his stomach, muscles clenching instinctively tight around Kwan.

Oh god, there was nothing that felt better than this. Tight muscles wrapping tightly around him; Kwan continued pounding hard and fast into Dash, the heat coiling in his gut, until finally he reached his limit. He came, spraying his hot seed into his friends body. He thrust a few more times, emptying himself before pulling out and collapsing on top of Dash.

Hot and sweaty and heavy and there was no way in hell he was going to ask Kwan to move. Dash ached. His muscles stretched in unfamiliar places and he had to gasp for breath. He nuzzled Kwan's neck, tiredly mumbling his name.

Kwan couldn't wipe off the silly grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around Dash and snuggled up against his friend's side. "Love you," he mumbled sleepily, kissing Dash gently before drifting off in sleep.

Dash woke up with a scream.

((ooc: dream sequence co-written in an rp with kimu))

First Day Jitters

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 07:14:47 GMT

It occurred to Dash, when he woke up choking on a scream, that there were better ways to start the morning. He flung off his blanket and stumbled out of bed. A horrified stare was directed down at his boxers as though they were woven of crushed cockroaches rather than 100% polycotton blend. A wet spot, still warm and sticky, lay primly on his crotch.

"Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream," he muttered rapidly to himself, remarkably clear despite the desperation in every word. Dash sagged against his bed, burying his face in his hands. Wet dream. He had a fucking wet dream about--

No. Oh hell no.

Not the runt.

...smug grin and flashing crimson eyes staring down at him. wirey body and calloused fingers touching in all right places, stroking and insistent and so fucking close to

Bad enough, bad enough, bad enough! Damned Kimuno was bad enough he didn't want to remember the rest where--

Dash grabbed a random bundle of clothes and made a run for it to the bathroom. Cold shower. Cold shower. Cool tile beneath his feet. Underwear flung in a corner. Hot water. Too hot. Colder, colder, too cold! Water spattered down on him. Stupid upstairs showerhead. Lime buildup. Yeah. Dash rested his forehead against the shower stall. Had to grab his backpack. School supplies in it and crap. Lather, rinse, repeat. No pencils, though. He'd have to grab one from

Kwan.

A strangled sob died in Dash's throat and he sank to the shower floor. Didn't want to remember. Didn't want to recall those phantom caresses. Didn't want to

strong hands pinning him down. gentle smile and warm, dark eyes. want to touch, yank him down and wait. lips brush against his own, coax them to part, and finally, finally contact and deep kiss, hot and demanding and heavy weight holding down and he doesn't care, just contact, contact, hands skimming lower and

Enough of the damned shower.

Out. Dressed. Didn't matter. Backpack, downstairs, gulp down breakfast, ignore his mother's concerned look. Out the door, go, go, go! Car wouldn't start, oil low, kick it and go. Traffic jam, shit! There's school, out, run, backpack split open, and fucking Calvin Wilson driving through the goddamned mud puddle and splashing it all over his fucking letterman jacket!

Dash finally made it to school, his busted backpack slung over his back and his letterman drapped over his arms like a wounded pet.

All in all, the first day of school was really shaping up to suck.

RP with Jazz

Sun, 24 Sep 2006 03:46:13 GMT

Lancer knew about Dan. But Lancer was a teacher, and thus, automatically not to be trusted.

Danny probably knew about Dan. But Danny was a dork who didn't even like Dash in the first place.

Kwan would know about that bet with Dan soon enough. But Dash had enough problems now to begin worrying about that yet.

While not entirely clear to his concerned family, it was otherwise quite apparent why Dash Baxter was having something of a bad week. They were going to find out. They already knew about that... date... with Kinmuno, so how much longer until they knew exactly what that little bet had been about in the first place? Dash tried shuffling through the facts another time, to see if anything connected.

Danny probably knew about Dan. Okay. Let's follow that.

Danny's parents are ghost hunters. And ghost hunters know all about ghosts.

Therefore, Danny should know at least a little bit about ghosts. And they had a truce thing going on anyway.

Dash swallowed what was left of his pride and dialed the Fentons' number, hoping it hadn't changed since his tutor session with Jazz.

Hey Shithead!

Fri, 22 Sep 2006 00:24:27 GMT

You know who you are. I asked the runt on a date and he said yes. Got that out of the way. Your turn to hold up your end of the deal.

((ooc: dash thinks he's been clever and locked the post so only dan can read it. dash is very, very wrong.))

Benderz, yo? RP with Danny.

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 23:56:11 GMT

Dash sat sulking at the Nasty Burger. None of it made any sense. What had happened? It had been just a stupid conversation, a talk between best friends. Then yelling. But it wasn't like they'd never done that before. But the kiss?

Kwan and Dash had never done that before.

Poking sullenly at the soggy fries didn't help either. And what was with that odd lightheaded feeling? Right after running out of the hotel, then wham! Like one of the laws of physics had been repealed or something.

Dash looked up. Saw Danny come into the restaurant.

And grinned.

She was so gonna kick her ass.

Verbally, of course.

RP with Kwan

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 19:19:40 GMT

He was at the point where he wanted to throw the phone across the room. Dial and dial and still the same. "This is Kwan. You know what to do after the beep." And he did. Numerous times.

"Kwan, pick up man. This is Dash. Where've you been?"

"Your parents are freaking out. Call me. Or call them."

"Dude! Phone! Answer it!"

"If you're doing this to piss me off, fine! Just pick up the damned phone and tell me off already!"

He dialed again.

Entry 1.

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 04:34:28 GMT

Okay. Run one geek's underwear up a flagpole and all of sudden everyone thinks youve got "misplaced agresion issues".

I was at training camp. That parts okay. I get a couple of weeks out of Amity Park and get to brush up on basics over the summer. Dont' wanna loose my touch just because it's vacation. But back to the geek. Its there fault for putting a stupid band camp so close to the practice field! So there making all sorts of noise and we're trying to practice. So I flagpole him. Its classic.

Until the counsler gets pissed off and says I need to work on anger management. Whatever that means. And the camp counsler tells Couch Hopkins and now I hafta see a therapist over the summer. Couch is pissed. So if I don't pull that off and dont get some decent grades in summer school he said I might as well kiss quarterback position goodbye.

So here's my stupid journal for stupid therapy. Does anyone else in Amity park even have one of these stupid things?