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 Three of a Kind, Colton Spade
Abel Jensen
 Posted: Nov 30 2017, 07:54 PM
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How in the hell had it been so long since he and Colt had gotten blitzed and just hung out… or, fuck, maybe it just felt like it had been forever thanks to everyday bullshit. Pfft, he guessed it could have had something to do with the last time they got shit-faced, they'd ended up in bed together too. Mean, even if Colt wasn't about to admit he liked it, and he absolutely did, Abel knew that something like that wasn't going to drive a wedge between them when they'd been friends for, fuck, like twenty years almost? That was a long ass friendship. So, fine, he'd chalk it up to life being a bitch and the clumpy orange cast wrapped around his foot, ankle, and calve was a clear testament to that!

Abel was still a bit pissed that the twat-flap who'd hit him had gotten away unscathed and unpunished but being confined to the house and instructed to rest left plenty of time to reflect on how God damned unfair that shit was. Whatever. At least he'd gotten to the point where he was off the really heavy drugs and could drink again without feeling too guilty over it because he wouldn't be surprised if his liver was going into shock from lack of booze… Yeah, he drank that much but anyone who a problem with it could piss off because at least he could function normally when drunk… like it took a lot to get him obviously wasted.

That might have been his goal tonight, he couldn't really remember at this point if he'd intended to get that bombed or not but he was definitely feeling that familiar buzz numbing his consciousness. It was nice but he knew he could handle more and it was only, what, 11:30 or some shit? No way was he tapping out now. Nah, instead he popped the top of another can of beer and took a sip. They'd thought ahead on this, the entire case of beer had been pre-chilled so that it could be set on the table so neither one of them had to fuck with trying to get up every twenty or so minutes. The idea was especially handy since they had wound up settled around Abel's very outdated patio furniture on the back porch.

It was a cool night but not cold and the screened-in deck kept the bugs from being drawn to the light. Abel had slouched himself in one chair and propped his casted foot in another and Spirits, who had been dutifully by his side since the accident, was laying in the oddest position in against the exposed part of his cast. He rocked the cast a bit to see if the cat would wake up but she didn't, only twitched her paw. "This thing 's a fuckin' chick magnet." He said, looking gloomily at it and trying to shift his pants to cover his leg better. It had taken a while to even think to use breakaway pants, but they worked better than most and he could just leave the last few snaps undone on the one side to accommodate the cast. "Haven't even had it that long and still got soooo much sympathy pussy it's unreal." He wasn't entirely surprised by that though… what was that fuckin' saying? 'Chicks dig scars'… some shit like that he was sure. "Almost makes it worth it."Because, ya know, he didn't really need the cast to get a good fuck but still.


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Colton Spade
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At this rate Colton was fairly drunk. There was no buzzing about it. His medication mixed with any alcohol was a sure fire way to make sure he wouldn't be driving home. He'd driven himself over but without his keys being in his pocket (for they now rested on the hall table) it wasn't even a thought that crossed his mind. Besides, worse case senario he knew he could go bang on his uncle's door and have him give him a ride home. As it was he'd already planned to stay the night. Fuck, they'd probably end up crashing on the couches if they got too blitzed and boozed. Colton struggled with stairs even when he wasn't drunk- and now here he was picking at a spot on his pug shirt with a confused frown on his face, mistaking one of the printed specks for a bit of fuz or something. His eyes were red from both the mix of medication and drink as well as smoke.

"Pfffft,"
He dropped his hand and put his head back, "At least you could sex it up from the start." He narrowed his eyes at his friend, "My ass had to wait for two years for the okay for that." Not that he would have jumped into bed with the first woman who had shown interest- which had been a fair number, especially nurses. Just wasn't his usual. He pointed at the other, beer in the hand he pointed with, "And you fucking screwed that first up for me. Jerk." Not really. But he wasn't about to admit he liked it because he was, in no way, gay for Abel. There had been a gay moment but he was going to refuse to acknowledge it as enjoyable. Colt pulled his hand back and sipped from his beer, "Fucking...throw a hip out still..." He sure as heck could. Sex wasn't exactly easy when you had to constantly worry about throwing out your fucking hip. God what was he, like eighty? "This bites." He took a deep breath but the mood didn't settle over him- he was too blitzed to let a bad mood stay.

Instead he grinned and put his head back again, using his left leg, bumping his shoe against the cast mostly gently. He could be mean spirited when he wanted, but hadn't done it nearly hard enough to inflict any real pain. "I hope that shit hurts every time you thrust."



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Abel Jensen
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The downside to drinking as often as he did was that it had added up to having a tolerance for alcohol. Whatever. At least the break he'd taken from the stuff had dropped him back down a bit but it wasn't something he recommended… the drugs weren't worth not having booze. Liquor had always been his preferred vice, weed was alright but it was something he only indulged in rarely and pills were just… bleh, the rest of that illegal shit was barely even on his radar. Not like he gave a fuck if anyone else chose to do whatever so long as it wasn't forced on him. Peer pressure could fuck off, he wasn't falling for that crap.

Colt had smoked but Abel had declined to do so and instead stayed with a bottle or drink in his hand because he wanted it that way. Pre-injury, the two had many nights like this with the only difference being that now he couldn't carry Colt up the stairs to the guest bed but that was fine too… the couches had never been too good for either of them before. A perk of being shit-faced was that a person could really sleep anywhere in that state. Whatever… he wasn't that trashed, not yet at least but give him time and he fuckin' would be.

"Pfffft, at least you could sex it up from the start. My ass had to wait for two years for the okay for that." Abel visibly cringed at the words and shook his head. "Fuuuuuckkkk tha'." Seriously, he'd have gone crazy without sex in that time. "And you fucking screwed that first up for me. Jerk." Abel smirked widely at the accusation, giving a bit of a laugh at the end. "Filly, you loved every second of it." He took great joy in reminding his friend of that fact. "So don't you go pointin' at me like ya didn'." He knew Colt was straight but that all went out the window when the guy had tequila in his system… nah, the fucker was as straight as a damn curly fry then. Of course, Abel'd had his fair share to drink that night too so it wasn't like he'd taken advantage.

"Fucking… throw a hip out still…" That wasn't helping. After another sip from his drink, he smirked at his childhood bestie. "Don't worry, babe, ya c'n bottom fer me anytime… you know I'll be gentle." Colt wouldn't ever live that shit down, and the best part was Dor knew too so poor Filly was teased on both sides. Abel wasn't being totally honest though because he really wasn't that gentle in most cases, but he didn't feel the need to express that to Colton. The nudge to his cast had earned a glare from Spirits, who'd been somewhat disturbed by the bump, but Abel just chucked a beer tab at the other. "I hope that shit hurts every time you thrust." Part of Colt probably did mean that but Abel didn't take shit to heart so… screw it.

A shrug was his initial response as he reached over to stroke the fluff of the cat's belly. "A sacrifice for the greater good." He added, lazily flopping back against his chair. "'Sides, it's more of next day thing… like, ya don't really notice if the sex 's good…n' it's always good with me." Pffffffffft. Okay, so he had a fuckin' ego… but he wasn't exactly wrong, he was a, uh, generous lover? Nah, it wasn't that sappy, 'attentive fucker' maybe? Whatever he was he knew his partners left satisfied… it was also how he knew Colt had enjoyed that fuck, well and the fact that he'd all but moaned the shit out. "Last chick was totally worth a little pain the next day, real freak that one…" Mmhmm.

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Colton Spade
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"Ya ya ya ya yada yada yada," Colt tried to talk over Abel for the duration of time he spoke about.. you know, that camping trip and what they had 'shared'. Nope. Nah. Uhn-nuh, not going to happen. He refused to even listen to it and only stopped when he thought Abel had moved on. Spirits looked slightly annoyed by the sound of it and stretched out again, yawning before rolling onto his back.

He had a beer tab thrown at him and Colt smirked, flicking it off his leg and sighing afterwards, dropping his head back. "'Sides, it's more of next day thing… like, ya don't really notice if the sex 's good…n' it's always good with me." He closed his eyes, then laughed and pretended to inflate his head with his hands, expanding them outward slowly inch by inch. "Watch that, you'll pop." He bobbed a bottle at him after, resting it on his knee after that. "Last chick was totally worth a little pain the next day, real freak that one…" "Oh?" Colt lifted his head back up, stupid grin on his face. He was fucking buzzing something good. "You just going to drop it there?" He looked at his friend again, "I'd hazard a guess at who it is but you fffffftt," He looked away, "Fucked half the people in Lochland. Man-ho. You and D-Do-Dorien both." Blah.


God.

His Mama would slap his mouth if she knew he were talking like this.

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Colt was such a bitch about their perfectly acceptable night on Pickle's farm when the drunkenly screwed around. Alright, so he had done more of the screwing and Colt had done all of the taking but that wasn't the point. Nope, point was they banged and Filly was trying to polish that notch out of his bedpost. Good luck, Colt, he was not going to let that go away… Pffffffft, and Dor knew too so it was definitely would be a joke forever. He considered telling his friend to suck it up from behind a smirk but let the moment pass because he knew the guy's mood could get into a sulk if he picked too much and that was fine.

His describing a chick he banged had gone over considerably better, pulling his friend's interest enough that his head popped back up. "Oh?" He nodded, still wearing a wide grin to match the one on Colt's face. Dorien had been a few days before that too, but he knew Filly wouldn't want to hear about that even if it had been hot as fuck! "You just going to drop it there? I'd hazard a guess at who it is but you fffffftt, Fucked half the people in Lochland. Man-ho. You and D-Do-Dorien both." He laughed, shaking his head while he did because Colt hadn't the slightest clue about the number of partners him and Dor shared. "About a fifth of them we fucked together." He couldn't resist throwing that tidbit out there.

"Not this chick though, don't worry." Nah, he wouldn't have shared her with Dor. "She was real pretty though with a body like…" he shaped a particularly curvaceous female figure in the air in front of him. "Damn! Ya know? Tits ya just wanna bury your face in… or dick, whichever." Yeah, he'd done that for a little bit too but titty fuckin' wasn't a finisher for him. "She was rocking these crotch-less panties…. Fuck…" He'd need to be careful because he was getting riled just talking about it.

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"Ack!" Colt held up a hand, "Man, damn it, I didn't need to hear that!" Seriously. The less he knew about his brother's escapades- or Abel's for that matter-- the better! But seriously, he also wasn't exactly surprised by the news. He was momentarily distracted by the speck on his shirt again, earning another brush down his chest as he tried to dislodge the printed sprinkle on his shirt, then looked up in time to see the shapely female form Abel was drawing in the air. "Damn! Ya know? Tits ya just wanna bury your face in… or dick, whichever." "Yea?" Colt tilted his head back, grinning and giving just a slight chuckle as he flicked his lighter a few times, "Love a good rack." Fuck yeah. Fuck. Damn it. He needed to find his fucking sexlife again, just preferably not with Abel.

"She was rocking these crotch-less panties…. Fuck…" He groaned a bit, tossing his lighter at his friend, "Fuck... pass me a beer." He leaned up a bit and put his empty bottle on the ground, then flopped back with a content sigh, "Geeze, fuck'n..." He looked around, paused, "The fuck is m'lighter..." No, wait, where the fuck was his joint? Crap. "S'where'd you find that one?" He joked, sitting back again, "'n She got a sister?" Oh, there. After patting himself down he found his joint in the wrinkle of his shirt on his lap, then went on the hunt for his lighter again before he leaned back and looked to Abel, "Fucking could use some company in my bed."

Seriously. His bed was noticeably colder these days. He didn't exactly mind it so much before, but now that he was starting to get into the swing of hanging out with Abel, fucking... sex came up in the conversation all the fucking time. He needed a good lay. But wasn't exactly willing to break his usual rule for one night stands for it. There was already one Spade Ho.

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Abel Jensen
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Abel loved teasing Colt, it was like a damn pastime or some shit and he was way worse about it when him and Dorien were together but they did it out of love or some shit. Right? Like you only fuckin' pick on the people you love because you know they can handle that shit. Colt was a good sport about it most of the time and could give it back just as well as he got it and that was a big part of why they had gotten so close. Pfft, because Abel didn't have to walk on fuckin' egg shells around the guy and could just be himself. Which was exactly what he was doing by heartily laughing at his friend's disgust. Gross Filly out with some sexual remark about his older brother was just part of their game.

He figured he more than made it up to the guy by telling him about the chick with the bomb ass rack that he'd screwed all too recently. "Yea? Love a god rack." Abel grinned, having no problem in letting Colt live a little bit vicariously through his sex-capades if that's what the guy wanted. Mean… hell, he was pretty sure that the last action Colt had was him and though he knew he was damn good, he also knew that Colt was into chicks unless he was borderline blackout drunk. "Dude, she was damn near perfect."

A lighter was tossed at him and almost expertly snatched out of the air… he was just tipsy enough to have his reflexes dulled some. "Fuck… pass me a beer." Abel snorted and reached for a bottle. "Say please, what would your momma think?" He teased but passed the bottle anyway because he really didn't give a shit aside from giving his buddy a hard time, which was exactly why he didn't say anything about the lighter that Colt was now searching for.

Where'd he find her? "They find me." An amused chuckle filtered through his answer and turned into a full blown laugh as Colt asked if she had a sister. "Fuck, Filly… you can always call me," he said with a wink as his laughter faded. "She does have a sister though… Two actually." He was purposefully leaving his friend out on of the joke for the time being. "They're all pretty damn hot… Shit. I wonder if they'd be into a group thing." He could totally handle three women at a time and that confidence had nothing to do with him being a bit inebriated, right? Pffffffft… maybe.

"Seriously, this chick was…" What? He had to pause to find the right words to describe his latest bedmate. "…like me but with tits out to here," he made a gesture to indicate a very full chest, "n' a tight ass pussy." Yeah… definitely getting riled up. Was Colt drinking tequila tonight? He was kinda hoping he was but a glance at the beer bottles littering the table said no. Fuck. "Damn I gotta give her a call…" Finishing the last bit of the booze in his bottle, he set the glass down and finally held up the lighter to show Colt he'd had it but made no motion to hand it over. "Gotta make sure ya could even handle her sister…" He teased. "Wanna see a picture?"

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Colton gave his friend a 'look' when he'd teased him about saying please. "You just want to hear me beg for it." He playfully jerked the beer bottle from the other, "Since I won't be begging you for other things later." He sat back and cracked the beer open, took a long swig, and threw side-eye at Abel as he chugged while the guy talked about his latest lay. Sound sounded like a catch. One that, Colt was sure, Abel didn't consider past her looks. But she had a sister. Yeah, two of them. If he'd been sober he might have caught the way Abel's lips curled or the squint in his eyes-- he was being lead right into a trap and didn't even know it. "Pfffft. Call you to be a wingman." He rolled his eyes, coughing slightly as he'd spoken after his minichug. With a look down to his beer he flopped back into the seat again and sighed heavily.

"Sounds fucking amazing."


Ah-ha! His lighter! Fuck, wait, where did he put his joint?? Oh, right, right there. With joint recovered again, he snapped his fingers at the lighter in Abel's hand, "Gimmie dat-t-that." Beer didn't usually do the job for him, but looked like tonight it was doing it's job well enough. Or maybe it was the pot, of which he'd had...a fair amount of. Regardless, Colton was feeling good. He grinned at Abel's description and then pointed, "Lighter. Now." Trying to sound more authoritative and probably failing at it as he ended with a slight laugh, "Yeah, show me." He wanted to see Abel's latest catch and release.

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"You just want to hear me beg for it. Since I won't be begging you for other things later." Abel snorted with a fair bit of amusement and smirking. "C'mon, Filly, we're friends," He paused to sip from his own beer and give the other a playfully flirty smirk. "I wouldn't make ya beg, just ask nice." He finished with a wink just for effect. Yeah, yeah, he knew the guy was straight but give him enough damn tequila and he was up for anything and he could say that from experience.

Shit, it wasn't like Colton didn't know that his buddy was one of the biggest hos that Lochland had ever seen… mean, he knew that limits didn't fuckin' exist for Abel anyway. So, ya know, with the right amount of booze he could probably have another shot if he was that worried about it but even if Colt had been a good lay it wasn't like Abel had made it a priority to do again or anything. Nah, right now he was more interested in boasting about his latest romp and wondering if she'd be down for something with her sisters.

Colt wanted in on the action, or so he thought. "Pfffft. Call you to be a wingman." The words preceded a small coughing fit that earned a stare from him. "You're a mess, you need an awesome wingman like me." He teased once Colt had recovered.

"Sounds fucking amazing." Didn't it though? Abel wondered if his buddy would feel the same once he knew who the chick was but saw fit to tease him with the lighter first. "Gimmie dat-t-that." Pffft, easy for him to fuckin' say, right? "Lighter. Now." He sorta hoped that wasn't Colt's 'cop' voice and just rolled his eyes as he grinned at the other before sliding the lighter across the table towards Colt… he didn't trust him to catch it. He'd almost made a comment about the other needing dom lessons but got distracted when he agreed to see a picture.

"Shit… hold on." He shifted awkwardly in his seat to pull his phone out of his pocket and took several more moments to find the most appropriate inappropriate picture he had of the woman. A few were purposefully scrolled past because, though he enjoyed screwing with Colt about his siblings he wasn't trying to scar the other either. "Here's a good one." The picture didn't actually show anything risqué but it was enough to suggest the woman was naked and it was one of the few that had her face in it which was the whole fuckin' point. He handed the phone over and waited for Colt to realize it was one of his sisters.

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Everything was momentarily dismissed as the lighter was slid across the table. Thanks to the wonderful high he had going on attached to the buzz from alcohol; Colton didn't even flinch as he leaned forward at the waist, snatching the lighter off the table with a playful flourish at the end. Normally leaning forward as far as he had would have been entirely out of the question- not only was it painful but it ran the risk of a hip popping out of place. But clearly he was a little too inebriated to give a fuck. As he flopped back a relaxed sigh pushed past his lips and it took Colt several seconds to realize the phone was being held out to him. He uttered a half hearted 'shit,sorry' and took the phone, but didn't immidately look at the image. Instead he dropped his hand and squinted at Abel, shaking his head, "How the fuck have.... do you keep finding people in this town you haven't screwed?" He didn't exactly keep like... a fucking list of the people Abel had and had not screwed, but somehow (mean clearly he's asked a few times), he managed to know a fair number of the people Abel had screwed. Like... knew, knew them. And sometimes it was just strange enough to hit him in the middle of a conversation that this person had slept with Abel. Like... fucking... He couldn't shake that stupid statistic out of his head that Abel had probably slept with ten percent of the population at the least

And when you take into consideration that ten percent was by one fucking man, that was.... Jesus. No. No. He wasn't going to start thinking about that now. He sat forward on the strappy vinyl seat and took another hit from the joint he held, and finally looked down to the glowing phone in his hand. For a moment he looked confused, his head cocked to the side, his shoulders came back, and Colt held the phone up and away from himself, brows pinching. Somehow by the grace of the Pot Gods, Colton didn't choke himself up. But he did suddenly toss the phone at Abel--- and by toss it was really more of a fling, and it was at Abel's crotch. A good ole' nutcheck. He exhaled as he did this, looking more like an angry puppy than a fire breathing dragon. Mean, he could look angry. But being stoned and drunk? It was amazing he could make any other expression at all, "Ffffppppffft! Freddy?! Really?! Can you just pick a Spade already!? Damn you!" He put the joint out, leaning forward as if ready to stand up, "My fucking baby sister you hoe as ...pfff- slut." That last word was rolled far too playfully in a sarcastic tone for Abel not have gotten that it wasn't seriously said. But yes, he was upset that Abel had slept with his younger sister.

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Being too drunk to care about anything was a relatively accurate description of how Abel lived his life and he didn't see much problem with that either. Colt wasn't always so blitzed but the clumsy way he was moving at the moment was a clear indication of just how out of things the guy was. Abel could have guessed that his buddy would be feeling all of that tomorrow but pointing it out now wouldn't do any good… not to mention his own level of intoxication was… pfffft, enough of a reason not to notice too much of those little details either. Mean, shit… he'd barely even registered the length of time that it had taken Filly to grab the phone from his hands.

A cursed apology was uttered when the device finally exchanged hands followed by astonishment on Colt's part that Abel could even still find new people to fuck. The question earned a proper laugh from the ex-SEAL as he considered some teasing reply about how someone new turns eighteen every day but eventually decided that might be too pervy. "Dude… the population fuckin' doubled since I left." Sure, he'd been back periodically but his short visits home had only been so long. "Just… fuckin' makin' up f'r lost time… or some shit." It probably didn't help that him and Colt knew a ton of the same people and that helped make it look like he'd boned a larger group of people… not that he really needed the help but still.

There was a noticeable smirk that pulled at Abel's lips as Filly adjusted the phone in an effort to understand what he was looking at on the illuminated screen. When the guy finally put all the pieces together the phone was chucked back in the direction of Abel's crotch, where it landed and earned a soft grunt because he was not fucking coordinated enough at the moment. "Ffffppppffft! Freddy?! Really?! Can you just pick a Spade already!? Damn you! My fucking baby sister you hoe as ...pfff- slut." Pick a Spade? Where was the fun in that? He snorted in response. "Not my fault y'all all want me." Pffffft because that was totally the case, right? Mean, it wasn't like he had fuckin' forced himself on any of them but persistence was something he was good at too. Still… the Spade clan did have as much of a weakness for him as he did them. "You're just jealous you never got to bang my baby sister." A clear note of humor in his tone.

"Mean, you should be proud of Fred… she's a woman now, ya' know? And she coulda done a lot worse than me." This was all kinda a big joke to him but really he just knew that Colt wouldn't hold any of that shit against him.

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Colt was only somewhat bothered these days that he had never had a shot with Maria. Well. Maybe he'd had a shot, but out of respect for his friend he had never invested much time into it and missed out. But he still wanted to reply with that he still had plenty of time to go sleep with Maria and that he doubted she would turn him down--- except the idea died before it could even be given words because 1. Colton was too slow on the uptake of what he had said and 2. his mind had skipped right to the comment of Fred being a woman now.

He lunged at Abel with surprising speed-- surprising if only because for someone so high he had moved realitiviely fast, and also surprising considering he hadn't gone down to one knee in pain after launching himself out of his lawn chair. The plastic chair he had been in clattered to the ground behind him and Colton had his hands on Abel's trapezius ( the area between the neck and shoulders) in a mock choke. Or maybe it was just mock because he didn't really have the mind to really choke Abel. He wanted to on some level, but this was also far more playfully. He growled, "Stop fucking my siblings!" He shook the other if he'd managed to get hands on him, entirely intending for this to develop into a wrestling match.

Now. Sober, Colton would have known he didn't stand a chance against Abel in a wrestling match. Abel had been taught the actual rules and moves to wrestling. While they both had been given different further trainings for their respected fields of work, Colton wasn't about to trump a Ex-Navy SEAL. It just wasn't possible with his skills. It also wasn't possible because of his injury. But was that going to stop him from being his old self for a fraction of a second and at least attempting it? No, not really. There was also a high chance that Abel's chair was going to fall back in this whole skuffle Colton had started, Spirit would be dislodged, some beer would be spilt, his joint probably lost. But it'd make for a good fucking laugh at the moment.


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Abel was already feeling pretty fuckin' proud of himself for 'deflowering' the youngest of his best friend's siblings. Mean, fuck… this had made three of them that Colt knew about now including the man himself and the former SEAL was just rubbing it in because they were both bombed enough that it would be… what? 'Well received' wasn't exactly the right word phrase but Filly wasn't going to be overly upset about, right?

That was what he had thought and it might have gone down like that except for Abel's overshare of Fred being a woman now. The words had inspired a reaction from the older man that he sure as fuck hadn't been expecting. With a speed that he would have guessed beyond Colt's capabilities, he found the other man lunging from the other chair and into his lap. The chair that had been vacated clattered backward and Abel found himself having to grip the edge of the table to avoid his own seat tipping completely over. "Holy sh-." The mock choke and his friend's words cutting him off from finishing his surprise.

Being told to stop sleeping with the other's siblings only earned a stifled laugh from him as the hands around his neck began to rattle his head about. Shoving his arms between Colt's he pulled them apart and grabbed at one of the other's wrists, the other hand going straight for the man's ribs, only his intention wasn’t force. Nah, Colton was ticklish as fuck and Abel knew it. "Gonna let me fuck you instead?" He teased, his fingers dancing over the other's side as a wide smirk curved his lips.

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"Holy sh-." Ah-ha! He'd taken him by surprise! Having underestimated his speediness when his sister's honor was at stake (or something like that), Colton had managed to pounce the other, tip their chair, and rattle him about before Abel expertly dislodged his hands from his throat. "Gonna let me fuck you instead?" Grt-! Colt jerked back as his ribs were suddenly accosted by Abel's fucking fingers and he recoiled, trying to squirm away and off his friend. Until he made the comment about fucking him instead. Colt aimed a smack at Abel and tried to keep from laughing, although he was failing miserably in both his escape and his defense, "N-No!" He aimed a much harder hit on Abel's left shoulder, although it were ...well... not the strongest of hits, it still might have hurt. He managed to fall over while laughing, which he was struggling to not, and growled at Abel between his laughing and gasps for air, "Stop it!" He smacked at Abel again, "'M not fucking with you!" Smack smack smack "Ever again!" More smacking and lamely thrown punches or jerking away from being tickled, "Stop bringing it up!"

He twisted, making a face as he tried to wiggle backwards out of Abel's grasp, and growled again in frustration as the onslaught continued. "Damn you!"

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 Posted: Jun 14 2018, 02:21 PM
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Honestly, none of this should have come as a surprise to Colt since he knew, and often commented, about Abel's inability to turn down sex. But here they fuckin' were with Filly having lunged from his own seat and into Abel's with a force that toppled the chair backward. Mean… neither one of them was taking this little 'spat' too seriously and that was evident by the fact that Filly wasn't throwing any real force around and Abel was fuckin' tickling him. No one tickles in a real fight!

Somewhere between the half-hearted hits and having his weakness exploited, Filly had tried to tell Abel to stop screwing his siblings but that wasn't going to happen unless he was volunteering to fill in for the Spades he was trying to take out of Abel's proverbial 'little black book'. "N-No!" Even the firmer hit that accompanied the protest couldn't keep him from letting out a sharp laugh. "'M not fucking with you! Ever again! Stop bringing it up!" Yeah yeah, this wasn't anything he hadn't heard before from his buddy and it would have the same effect now that it always did.

"Admit ya liked it an' maybe I will." Pfffffffffffffft, no he wouldn't but it would have been so damn worth it to hear Colt say he'd liked it even if it was plenty implied the night of. He was smirking wide as hell as he watched the other squirm and wiggle atop him, struggling for steady breath and failing at managing a serious tone for laughing. There was no mercy to be found from his persistent tickles or commentary that was intended just to make things more awkward for his friend. "Stop hittin' me." He sacrificed one hand from tormenting Filly to grab one of the assaulting hands. "Unless you're tryin' t' get my dick hard." Another laugh came with the words and he rocked his hips playfully upward against Colt. He wasn't really turned on or anything but it was just to see if he could get more of a reaction from the other. "Ya know I like it rough." That was true… and probably more than Colt really wanted to know but it couldn't have been worse than seeing a provocative picture of his sister… right?

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