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Offline erich hess  
#8901 Posted : 12 February 2024 10:20:21(UTC)
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"of fucking course he has." erich replies,his laugh full of mirth." like ,i'd have least respected the rat bastard if he'd approached me like the mortal foes we are. but no. he tries being all friendly.confused the fuck out of me,i'll tell you that." erich says,downing is rum and dr pepper. personally,he didnt mind.erich valued his time too much to actively pursue twitter fights like erica. but he enjoyed the occasional spat if someone sought him out. erich waves his hand to assure dusytn." i seriously doubt he did. if he did,i certainly wasnt paying attention enough to remember. it was more like some sad story like he misplaced your address and thought i'd give it to him. what a fucking dork."
erich screws up his face when dustyn asks about the corn. he did not expect follow up questions."um...no." he stammers." but we could have. the ratio of creamed corn to body fluid was heavily in corn's flavor. " erich states rather scholarly. erich chuckles at the mention of hot topic. erich was very punk rock,so he had to scoff at all things hot topic."oh i couldnt take mercedes away from the world to do something like music. i feel guilty taking her away for even a second. this must be how the mortal lovers of zeus felt..the consensual ones..if there were any." erich trails off. "i'd ask about you and dallas,but...i'll ask again after a few days on the duke." erich grins. seeing how much dustyn and dallas were to each other,erich just assumed they were always going at it. with the space available on the duke,there would be ample chance to make up for lost time.


"fine...fine." erich says,smirking at the near cartoonish but real accent."yeah..thank god you didnt have a blarney stone in the cave.just the...er,pot o gold." he chuckles. erich sort of sighs and shrugs in regards to cassie." she rules by such fear in the hess clan that nobody has actually seen her mad at any of us. but we're all scared for when it does happen." erich laughs. while cassie and karoliena are very much the moms of the group,karoliena is the one you would ask for dessert first. cassie is making you eat the vegetables.

"id feel a bit better about grabbing in the dark if you were wearing pants.too many round things in the dark." he cracks up before grabbing fistfuls of tiny bottles and piling them on the bed. he glances at some of the bottles as he does."i was trying to be a responsible adult,dust....also,peppermint schnapps? it'll be festive at least."erich giggles and lights up. "oh some oregeon spirit." he takes the mini bottle of absinthe and sets it aside." you saw nothing." erich looks up at dustyn's hand on his hair and nod. "damn straight. you know what happened to jfk? aint happening to me. murray's pomade holds tight!" he grins. certain sacrifices were made to have a pompadour like erich's. decent pillow cases and hair ruffles were right out.

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#8902 Posted : 12 February 2024 11:23:07(UTC)
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Dustyn exhales through his nostrils in exasperation upon hearing that Blake has also messaged Erich. It's no surprise to him but having it confirmed chronically churns his stomach. Blake being in contact with his loved ones just feels so icky. "I'm really sorry. Don't mean for you to be dragged in amongst it all. Hell, don't mean for anyone to get involved. Myself included. I just want to live my life. It's a pile of shite that someone's taken it upon themselves to intervene and make things difficult." Dustyn has never looked for a fight or any sort of drama. There are people who live for that type of stuff. Dustyn isn't one of them. He just happens to naturally find himself falling into it. The boy is like a magnet for weirdos. Present company and husband excluded, of course. "I know you won't and I totally trust you with my life but just want to reiterate...don't tweet anything out about me being on the ship, won't you, eh?" Dustyn taps at Erich's foot under the covers with his own as he speaks. A nervous jitter of sorts. "Just want to be totally off the map for a while."

Dustyn lets out a half-suppressed laugh as Erich alludes to him and Dallas making up for lost time on the ship. The sex is always great and very welcomed but it's the intimacy he misses most. "Oh we've got a bunch of catching up to do! He deserves it after putting up with all the bullshit I've brought to him." Dustyn speaks with a hint of venom in his voice, seemingly mad at himself. While he's not responsible for Blake's actions, Dustyn still feels guilty for ever getting involved with him in the first place and also becoming overly cautious and protective. He hasn't been himself the past few months and Dallas has adapted and respected his wishes without any qualms. "Even sharing a bed with just him and I will be great. I miss the real snuggles, you know?" With the pair of them sharing the bed with their boys, all that stuff is completely out of the question. "I miss his willy too." Dustyn chortles, lightening the mood again. "Speaking of meat...how were the steak and potatoes I made for you earlier? I never know if Dallas is being super kind about it because I don't eat steak myself and neither do the boys. Put my mind at ease, Erich. Am I really a wizard with a slab of beef?"

"I'll keep my wanger under the covers, don't worry!" Dustyn giggles, speaking in a soft and whisper-like voice as he gives Erich a reassuring pat on the hand. Watching Erich lay the rest of the bottles down on the covers, he pouts his lips and nods in approval. More than enough for a great night. "I don't know what a bunch of these are to be honest. We just ordered random packs of miniatures from Amazon. I've never had peppermint schnapps myself. I usually down these things." Dustyn picks up a mini bottle of Malibu. Of course it's sweet and coconutty. Dustyn all over. His fluffy hair is exuding that scent right now. "Murray's Pomade holds WHAT?!" Dustyn widens his eyes comically and laughs, pretending to be offended by an innuendo that isn't even one.

He shuffles over towards the dimmer switch, thankfully staying under the covers this time and not giving his friend a private show. Reaching over, he turns the switch right now. "Ooh!" Dustyn blurts out as the room falls into complete darkness. Pitch black. There's no difference between their eyes being opened and closed at this point. They'll definitely get a sound sleep when the time comes but for now it's more like a case of sensory deprivation. Dustyn scoots back over to Erich's side. He feels around and takes hold of Erich's wrist in a supportive manner. "No need to freak out in the dark. I got you." Dustyn speaks in whispers as that seems to be the done thing once lights do down for some reason. After sitting in silence for a few seconds, he turns to Erich's ear. "You think Cassie is standing in the far corner?" He lets out a muffled mischievous giggle, the rising of his tummy causing many clinks from the glass bottles on top of the covers. He unscrews the Malibu he's had in his grip this whole time, getting off to an easy start as he actually knows what this beverage is.

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PUBLIC WARNING: BEAU • CARTER LEE • JAKE • MYLES • ZANDER
THE STAT NERDS: BRIAN • CHRISTOPHER
THE ZONE: BLAKE • CHRIS • JASON • LIAM

JOSHUA GRIMMIE • LINCOLN • LAYLA • MERCEDES • MICHELLE GREEN
ANDREA • DENEIL • CHICAGO NOBODY • BLOOM • SONNY • VICTORIA BLACK
REUBEN • ELLIE-GRACE SUMMERS • ALFIE SUMMERS • MICAH DELISLE
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#8903 Posted : 15 February 2024 12:13:40(UTC)
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Erich gives dustyn a wave of his hand to say everything is fine. "we've all had a psycho ex or something. look on the bright side,you wont be on a ship with your exes." erich grins,trying to let dustyn know it was cool and not to beat himself up over it. erich looks at dustyn and with the honesty of the little cartoon angel that sits on erich's shoulder,he says. "i will try my best. if not,i hope the old tweet and delete will be fast enough." erich talks a lot of shit so it could possibly slip out. in any case, there were no future shows booked aboard the duke,so the ship could be out at sea for months before it had to dock. only astronauts were slightly more isolated.



"yeah.the short amount of time i lived with a child... marlena would kick like a kangaroo in between ada and i. you really kinda become more friends than anything after so long of that. you guys need your couple time...., so anyway,so there i was doing blow with john saxon..." erich says with smile. he was in no position to give relationship wisdom when it came to family life. erich looks at dustyn and smirks.wagging a finger,"you know,in texas i think you could be legally jailed for mentioning gay sex and beef so closely. but yeah. you're a meat magician,dustyn a beef bro,a cow flesh jockey,a grand marquis of the grill. even more impressive if you dont actually eat it. if i dont eat something, i dont know how to work it. does one jar of mayo go on a sandwich,fuck if i know and fuck if i want to." erichs says gushingly. he knows dustyn loves cooking for people and erich wanted him to know just how much it was appreciated.

"wanger?" erich repeats,cackling afterwards he's lived a while,seen a lot of things in his time,but never heard it called that.erich laughs at dustyn's flavored rum and picks up an everclear. "see,i'm too punk rock to buy the flavored one. look,you're getting cheated on alcohol when they add the flavor. it'll say something like 35% or something instead of the usual." erich says,holding up the two kinds of rums as exhibit a and b. erich may have spent more than the gdp of his claimed mailing address of malta on booze last week,but he was DAMNED if anyone was shorting him on liquor. he takes taste of another coconut rum,smacking his lips. "it is tasty....fuck,peppermint schnapps are too. with the idea of being the sensible adult out the window,erich was in the mood to drink. he laughs at the barely there innuendo and repeats slowly and in the most porno of voices he could muster,"hard."

"oh god! masturbation has made me blind finally!" erich cries out when the lights go out. the joke was hacky,but so was he. erich bounces around on the bed as dustyn repositions. he does jump a little when he feels dustyn's hand on his wrist. he's seen that one monty python movie where death visits an isolated cottage. erich also whispers,since it would be rude to speak normally back to a whisperer on the dark. "thanks...god,we are going to wake up with so many little bottles in places there shouldnt be vottles."erich says when he hears the clinking o the oodles of bottles. he liked it as it seemed pretty damned decadent and he was always ready for some rockstar decadence. erich takes a drink of the everclear and coughs slightly."
the burn lets you know its working...nah. cassie is much more hands on. she aint watching." erich says with a laugh,picturing his and dustyn's eyes still being visible in the pitch black room like a cartoon.
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#8904 Posted : 16 February 2024 00:24:24(UTC)
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Dustyn downs his coconut rum in one, tilting his head back and emptying the contents of the bottle straight down his throat. He'd normally have most of these with mixers rather than straight but tonight he's on a mission to get drunk. It takes a lot to get Dustyn completely legless so there's a while yet before he becomes too Irish to understand. Hopefully with being in bed he'll be more inclined to pass out before hitting that wall. "Well, if he does make his way onto the ship then you have permission to push the cunt overboard." Although sounding farfetched, it's still a plausible scenario to Dustyn. Before Blake went completely off the deep end, there were still a couple instances where his ex tracked him down and cornered him in person.

"I'm even enjoying sleeping like this for the first time in months. With the boys around, I've been back in pyjamas. Shay's also 11 and really aware of things. Few years back he asked why Dallas' willy looked different from mine. Trying to explain circumcision was horrifying for all involved. So yeah, with the boys around all the couples stuff is out of the question. We're not creeps. We don't vote Fianna Fáil." Dustyn slips into Irish, just casually assuming that Erich would know the name of Ireland's conservative, centre-right party. He pauses for a second, just staring out into the vast darkness. "Who's John Saxon? Is that the guy Mercedes taught some martial arts to?" And indeed it was. Not that it can be seen in the black void of a room, but Dustyn blushes and grins from ear to ear when Erich compliments his cooking. "Thank you for enjoying my meat. And my potatoes too! I only ever make them for my American friends, not the band. Seeing Englishmen eat my potatoes triggers generational trauma." Dustyn loves his bandmates but every so often he gets a naughty voice from his ancestors in his head telling him to petrol bomb the bastards. "Anyone who eats mayo needs shot." Dustyn says flatly.

"Wanger is when it's all floppy and Chubber is when it's...you know...excited to see ya!" Dustyn giggles and playfully elbows Erich under the covers. "There's some words you can take back to The Duke." Feeling around the bottle, Dustyn has a good rummage to heighten the anticipation of what he's going to pick. He grabs a more cuboid feeling bottle as opposed to smooth and cylindrical. Taking a small sip, he smacks his lips together while processing the flavour profile before coughing a little as it fully hits him. "Fucking Hell, that tastes like lighter fluid and rotten melons." He lets out a disgusted grunt which is unexpectedly more gruff and manly sounding in comparison to his usually lilted, cheery everyday voice. "Hands on? H-hands on what, Erich? Hands on what?!" Dustyn shakes Erich's shoulder in an animated fashion, doing his best B Movie overacting and speaking in a freakishly accurate old-timey movie voice as he pretends to be scared of the non-existent lurking Cassie. In a split second, a brand new thought enters Dustyn's head and he instantly drops the acting and slips into his regular old self. "Oh by the way, you might get to see one of my brothers tomorrow. He's coming to help put some of my things into storage. He's straight and has a van, you see. Don't worry, Patrick's a nice one." Dustyn gives Erich a reassuring pat before he vows to fight someone. Though it could still be a case of Dustyn being too sweet and giving his brother the benefit of the doubt as he still hasn't seen much of him in the last 10 years either.
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PUBLIC WARNING: BEAU • CARTER LEE • JAKE • MYLES • ZANDER
THE STAT NERDS: BRIAN • CHRISTOPHER
THE ZONE: BLAKE • CHRIS • JASON • LIAM

JOSHUA GRIMMIE • LINCOLN • LAYLA • MERCEDES • MICHELLE GREEN
ANDREA • DENEIL • CHICAGO NOBODY • BLOOM • SONNY • VICTORIA BLACK
REUBEN • ELLIE-GRACE SUMMERS • ALFIE SUMMERS • MICAH DELISLE
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#8905 Posted : 22 February 2024 11:54:09(UTC)
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"it'd be a damn shame to fall over. if anyone does fall over ,most likely they'd be sucked into the propellers and that'd be that. so hold on to your kids if we're outside." erich says jovially. while mostly safe,the duke on the open sea still contains possible death at every turn. in the dark,erich grabs a bottle and and cracks it open. he slurps it down and makes a coughing sound. "ew,rumple minze. i swear i keep getting the ancient alcoholic specials." erich cracks up."its like sneaking liquor at my aunts house. if only it was in cheesy and kinda racist decanters from the 60's" erich says.

"erich takes another drink of the rumple minze while he listens to the tale of dustyn and dallas having to sleep clothed now. at the mention of circumcision,he gets to thinking about his sons."i guess i never really thought about that. i couldnt tell you if micah and dean have been done or not." erich's laugh rings out loudly before adding. " i think it'd be weird to ask micah now. i guess i could have erica ask chloe." erich jokes,blissfully unaware of the nature of the relationship between his oldest son and chloe. he waves his hand dismissively,also unaware of the politicians name. "meh,i was never a big fiona apple fan. that beatles song she did was ok,i guess.." erich says before humming across the universe.. "john saxon? oh he was some guy that hung out with joe don baker. so he probably attended her martial arts classes as well." erich grins back at dustyn in the dark. "she once told me she knew the actual touch of death. i didnt ask to learn it from her,i'm too much of a hot head to have such power on tap. erich pats his stomach the mention of the meal. erich is the sort who usually just eats what he can find,so the meal from dustyn was very appreciated." careful with all the meat talk,i dont want an angry dallas bursting in here. its very good meat and potatoes,i'd be possessive of it too." erich jokes. he knows dustyn takes his potatoes seriously. the only thing erich took as seriously as dustyn takes potatoes, would be absinthe. " i appreciate your spuds. so i will warn you,we have an english aboard the duke." erich chuckles and continues. "but she tries her best. "erich says,teasing nina even though she isnt here. "mayo? i have a guillotine for that."erich states matter of factly. hes very proud of his antique guillotine that was gifted to him from karoliena."on the duke,i'll have to treat you to my famous pork." erich grins at the wording because he is terribly immature.

When bumped by dustyn's elbow,erich gasps in the dark. "god i hope that was your elbow and not your...chubber." erich says with the tone as your grandma trying to say the latest slang for that thing...you know the thing. erich pictures using his new words with his english girlfriend before quickly shaking his head of the idea. "you're honestly telling me you use these words? like not just you and dallas?..fucking hell." erich laughs,thinking the term is adorable. when he hears dusty's reaction,he pats his back. mainly because that seems to help in movies. hearing the description of the bottle and the taste,erich grabs fo dustyn's hand. " that could be hill's absinth. and if so,is on par with an assassination attempt and you may be entitled to compensation." erich says with distaste. erich cackles with laughter when shaken by dustyn. "dust. dust." erich says,sounding like hes talking through a flanger. "she has a grip that....."erich giggles trailing off.depending on how much they drink,erich may divulge the rest of that story. erich momentarily bristles at the mention of dustyn's brother. to his knowledge all of dustyn's family were assholes. but he does relax when the brother isp vouched for."an...irish brother named patrick. if he is a ginger,i reserve the right to ask about him being a leprechaun."
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"How are things going in regard to the whole long-lost son saga, by the way? He seems like a lovely guy." Dustyn pauses for a moment, feeling around for a fresh new bottle to drink. "God knows where he gets that from." Giggling, Dustyn unscrews the cap and gingerly sips after the trauma of the last one. Tastes like a spiced bourbon. Not too bad. Dustyn often forgets to check in when it comes to Micah and that whole can of worms because Erich's son genuinely seems like no trouble at all. That might not be the case though. Dustyn might have to kick some serious ass. Or at least have a real good bitch about him. "Oh I'd love to see an angry Dallas." Dustyn lets out a dirty chuckle, playfully nudging Erich's legs under the covers. "Actually, I've only ever seen him real mad once. Was scary. Not that he was threatening or anything. Just felt real unnatural. It'd be like hearing Lincoln swear or Cher sing in tune." If anything, Dustyn is the more fiery one of the two and even he's as sweet as they come. They seemingly live as a picture perfect couple. Even the Blake thing is handled with as much grace as possible. "I don't know who the Hell you've been talking to or what you've been reading on the men's room wall but I don't just put anyone's pork in my mouth. Good day, sir!" After sitting quietly in the total darkness for a few seconds, Dust pipes up again, dropping his faux annoyance. "Actually, I wouldn't mind trying it."

"It's not a chubber!" Dustyn gasps, whispering at the loudest possible volume for it to still qualify as one. He laughs along with Erich's bewilderment of his terminology. "We never talk in real terms here. Learning what a wanger is? That's the least of your concerns. Try asking an Irishman for directions. It's all feckin' riddles and limericks. To get to the Tesco you've got to twirl round the Bush of Kildare three times then head past Jinty McGinty's joke shop. Take a left and cross the pixie's palm with silver. If you're successful, she'll let you proceed. Head over the hill, keeping the crooked Church of St. Bartholomew's to your right. If you go past the leprechaun's wishing well, you've gone too far." For whatever reason, Dustyn sounds more Irish than ever when mimicking a local. It goes to show that his regular voice and cadence is actually toned down for the benefit of Erich and his husband. "A grip that what? Oh, she didn't yank off yer wanger and feed it to the dogs that guard that cursed rock of Fibber McGee, did she?" Dustyn continues leaning into the exaggerated folklore and thick accent.

He giggles at Erich's assessment of Patrick. He's well aware his family are one huge stereotype. Dustyn only has a slightly fancier name because it was in honour of a family friend who died at the time sans the 'y' in place of an 'i'. Otherwise Erich would be staying over with Kian Blue-Conners, not Dustyn. "Nah, Paddy's brunette. He's..." Dustyn pauses and shuffles slightly, arching his back a little. He lets out a long and deafening fart right next to Erich. Lasting a good 7 or 8 seconds, Dustyn then resumes normal service. "He's the nicest and the closest in age to me. Just remember, it's Patrick or Paddy, not Patty. Yuck." Dustyn still hasn't batted an eyelid, not mentioning or apologising for the ungodly noise and vibrations he just created.
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WEEKEND: BILLY • DUSTYN • OSCAR • RILEY • SCOTT
PUBLIC WARNING: BEAU • CARTER LEE • JAKE • MYLES • ZANDER
THE STAT NERDS: BRIAN • CHRISTOPHER
THE ZONE: BLAKE • CHRIS • JASON • LIAM

JOSHUA GRIMMIE • LINCOLN • LAYLA • MERCEDES • MICHELLE GREEN
ANDREA • DENEIL • CHICAGO NOBODY • BLOOM • SONNY • VICTORIA BLACK
REUBEN • ELLIE-GRACE SUMMERS • ALFIE SUMMERS • MICAH DELISLE
JAMIE JACKSON • KONSTANTIN • FAYETTE • SAYYID

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