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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 20:48:49 GMT -6
"But I'm not.." He murmured, running his fingers up to Kenneth's shoulder, then down his arm. "I'm so broken, you don't even know Kenny.. That wasn't just a one time accident last night, that wasn't the first... I've hidden so much from you guys.."
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 20:55:47 GMT -6
"I've hidden a lot from you guys too.." He said quietly. The fact he was gay was a given. But no one knew about his life, how his parents hadn't wanted him, how they'd shipped him off. "I have a kid somewhere.." He mumbled, looking over at the TV. "When my parents took me back from my aunt and uncle, my mom found out that.. I like guys. She paid a girl to sleep with me, thinking it was going to cure me.. All it did was make me sick, and worry every day after when my mom told me she was pregnant.." He bit his lip, slowly running his hand over Jordan's back. "Everyone has secrets, Jordan.. Things they hide.."
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 21:12:03 GMT -6
"I'm sorry.." He whispered, touching his cheek, searching his face. "You all think it's just my brother that's made me this way...but he's the least of my problems... My parents died in nine-eleven... My uncle got custody.. He.. he took every chance to beat and rape us both.. If I didn't say grace for dinner, he would handcuff me to the table in front of Zain and do as he pleased.." He swallowed. "We usually slept outside in the rain."
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 21:43:01 GMT -6
Kenneth reached over, slowly running his fingers over Jordan's cheek. He hated knowing that he'd ever been hurt at all, and that he couldn't help it. "If I'm around, no one's going to hurt you, Jordan.." He said quietly, kissing his forehead gently. He hugged him close for a moment before he let him go, not wanting him to get scared.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 21:53:29 GMT -6
"Alright.." Jordan breathed halfheartedly, wondering how often that would really be. He searched his face, however, and couldn't hide his smile. He was just... happy. Couldn't explain it, had no reason. Except for Kenneth. And that was the only reason..
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 22:15:22 GMT -6
Kenneth smiled a sideways smile, reaching over to pinch his nose. "I'm going to go ahead and take my shower for the day. Be good." He teased, kissing his forehead before he got up and started up the stairs. He leaned over the railing on his way to his room, his shirt already off and his jeans undone. "You wanna put a frozen lasagna in the oven for dinner?"
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 22:35:30 GMT -6
Jordan complained gently. "I'm not a child," He whined, sticking his tongue out. He yawned and stretched, watching Kenneth go, and let his eyes wander as he came back. "Sure can," He huffed, getting up and slinking to the kitchen to pull it from the freezer, reading over the directions.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 22:38:49 GMT -6
Kenneth made his way upstairs and took his bath before he started back downstairs. He had on nothing but a pair of pajama pants barely hanging to his hips, and he didn't care. He ran his hands through his damp hair, starting into the kitchen for a soda before he walked into the living room to sit down.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 22:46:55 GMT -6
Jordan glanced at him from where he was sprawled on the sofa, playing with the bandage peeking from his loose shorts. He sat up for Kenneth when he wandered down the stairs, and curled up on one of the cushions instead of all of them.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 22:50:47 GMT -6
Kenneth sat down, propping his feet up on the coffee table as he popped the tab on his soda. He brought the can to his lips, looking over at Jordan curled up on one. He held out his hand, raising an eyebrow. "You don't wanna curl up over here?"
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 23:10:41 GMT -6
Jordan glanced at him, hesitant, but took the outstretched hand and used it to pull himself closer. His head found Kenneth's shoulder and he stretched his cut leg out on the couch, glancing at the TV.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 23:20:54 GMT -6
Kenneth wrapped an arm around him, holding the boy as close to him as he could get him. He didn't want to scare him, but he also didn't want to let probably the only chance the two had together go to waste. "When you gotta go back home?" He asked, looking over at him before he looked back at the TV, his hand running slowly up his side.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 23:26:41 GMT -6
Jordan shifted his weight some, trying to tell himself this was all okay, Kenneth wasn't hurting him. He finally managed to relax. "I don't really have a set date.." He shrugged. "Some time before we leave for tour, to get fresh clothes, but that's it."
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 23:39:47 GMT -6
"I do have a washing machine, you know. New Orleans isn't /that/ ghetto." He teased, kissing the top of his head. He heard his phone start ringing from where it was plugged up in the kitchen and groaned. "Fuck. Maybe I don't wanna get off the damn couch." He muttered, walking over to his phone. He answered it, talking to whoever it was on the other line for a few minutes before he finally walked back, sitting down next to Jordan, but not as close so he wouldn't get scared.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 23:50:51 GMT -6
Jordan smirked sheepishly. "True..." He huffed softly, watching him get up to answer his phone. When he sat down, the oven timer went off and Jordan groaned, hauling himself up and limping towards the kitchen. His gait wasn't nearly as stiff as before, though, and he stooped to pull the lasagna out.
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