- - -demolition lovers- - -

[carson cain walker]

Who taught you those new tricks?
Damn I shouldn't start that talk,
but life is one big question when your starin at the clock
And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,
so I'll take that walk.

outfit

Carson closed his laptop with a groan. Going to Harding was a bad idea. It had to be. But it was difficult for Carson to turn down a free beer. Carson thought for a second about how he had gotten himself into that mess. He looked down, realizing that he was only in his boxers. That just wouldn't do. As great as the idea seemed... walking to Harding in boxers would probably get him raped. Rape was not on the calender for the evening. Standing, Carson let out a sigh, moving to his closet. There had to be something worth wearing. Finally he dug up one of Peter's old t-shirts that he had stolen and a pair of sweat pants. There was no need to get dressy just to go over for a beer. Carson, then fully dressed, realized he looked enough like Peter and enough like himself. That way he would make it off campus without getting hooked and hopefully make it to Kholden's dorm without getting mauled by angry Harding students. Though Carson could understand their contempt... he just really didn't want to be a part of it at all really. Whatever the schools did, well that was their business. He just wanted to be left out of it.

As Carson walked out the door he glanced down the hall, wondering where everyone was. Usually there would be people sitting in the hallway doing different shit, but no one was out there. Oh well. Carson shrugged and pulled a carton of cigarettes from his pocket. Ugh, it was his second addiction... and the only thing he was legally addicted to. Sticking the cig between his full lips, Carson lit the thing with his lighter. As Carson walked he took a drag on the cigarette. Camden usually didn't care much for smoking on campus, but Carson wasn't one to adhere to the rules too often. In actuality he should have gone to Harding with his brother, but that idea just didn't work too well for him. At the time Carson was sure that Peter probably didn't want him to go to the same school as him anyway. After the whole Alex fiasco, well, Carson's self-confidence and self-esteem plummeted. He had felt horrible about what he had done to his brother, but there was no going back. That had been the only way he could get Peter to see reason. In Carson's mind he was right for doing what he did. He was just lucky that he had a brother that wouldn't hate him no matter what he did. Then again... that was part of Carson's problem with Peter. The kid just wouldn't stick up for himself.

Carson had a lot of time to think between Camden and Harding. They were pretty much on opposite sides of Chicago. He figured he would walk as far as he could stand, then catch a cab or something. The night air was kind of relaxing. For the most part Carson didn't relax. He couldn't ever let his guard down or someone would end up treating him like most people treat Peter and that's just unacceptable. He finally finished his cigarette and that was when Carson figured it was time for a cab ride. Carson managed to flag one down and get in. One thing he did hate was taxies. They weren't clean and god did they smell horrible. "Harding University. Now." Carson wasn't very polite when speaking to people, but the way the driver just sped off without warning told Carson that he had managed insult the guy. Carson watched the city pass by his window. It was amazing, really, how much he remembered of Chicago. Most of the time Carson spent his time wondering the streets he had been piss drunk with some chick at his side. Honestly, that was no life to lead, but Carson did it without complaining. It wasn't like he claimed to be a saint or anything. Somewhere on the cab ride his thoughts managed to focus on Kholden.

Kholden seemed like an okay guy... which was the problem. Carson didn't think Kholden needed to be so freaking understanding. Why wouldn't the guy yell and bitch at him like everyone else? In so far Carson had managed to insult just about everyone he had spoken to... but Kholden was one tough cookie to crack. As the cab pulled to a stop, jerking Carson forward, he mumbled a few choice obscenities before stepping out of the cab and paying the driver. He walked toward the gates of Harding and licked his lips before walking confidently toward the dorms. It wasn't likely that anyone would call him out, but if they did, well, he'd just use Peter as an excuse or something. That might work. Carson nodded to a few people that actually did call him Peter. Of course Peter would be popular. He finally made it into the dorms, just glad that he was able to get that far. Walking past the door he knew to be Peter's, Carson made sure to speed up his stride. He had to get all the way to forty. Why did the guy have to get the furthest room he could think of? The walk was ridiculous. Carson finally reached the door. He knocked twice before leaning against the far wall. This was bound to be interesting. At least he would be getting free beer. There was no way that he could complain about that.

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

The sun is in the sky and it is gonna be a glorious day, huh
so pour yourself a coffee, put your clothes back on and tell me your name
now hearts are getting broken but i guess its what they call growing up.
We dont expect results because the kids around here dont give a

Bridge
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters at all
When all your dreams are shattered, everything is beautiful
nothing ever happens, they think we waste our lives but they're wrong, we're moving on

Kholden twittled around on the chatroom still after Carson said he was on his way. He made a face a bit, it wasnt that he didnt like C.J., but she just wasnt very ... talkative and she somehow managed to confuse himwith his own words. It was probably because he would say something and either she didnt undestand it or... well he just didnt know but they sucked at communicated with each other. Pete disappeared and so did that other kid.... Ashton or something like that. Oh well. He shut his computer off and got up, moving to his mini fridge he pulled out another beer and used his beer can opener to open it. That was the only pisser about New Glarius it couldnt make tops you could just screw off, no it had to be popped off. Oh well, it was worth it anyway.

Dressed in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a deep blue t-shirt, he was quite comfortable. He grabbed the remote to his T.V. as he hopped onto his bed, moving so he was sitting up against the headboard. He took another drink as he flipped the tv, flipping through channels to see what was on. Licking his lips he finally settled on Dr. Who. He often found himself watching this show when he was not all there. It was the weirdest fucking show he had ever seen, it was so ... weird. He would shake his head and mutter about how messed up the british were. Then again they were ten times more awsome for putting stuff like that out. It almost rivaled the amazingness that was the twilight zone. That was a classic. His favorite was of course the one with the plane and the guy that sees the demon guy out his window.

Kholdens brows rose as it was the episode where everyone had gas masks growing from their faces and the little boy that kept going around asking everyone. 'are you my mummy'. Fucking creepy. Kids scared the shit out of him. They were so... freaky. Kids seemed to like him, but he would generally just kind of walk away, or avoid them all together.

Kholdens mind started to zone out when he heard a knock on the door. At first he was like, what the fuck who is that? but then he remembered that he had originally been waiting for carson to come over. Kholden was well aware of what was going on with the two schools, but he figured the guy could pretend he was peter or something. sure hed get stopped by some people, but then he could make up some excuse if he wanted to get out of there.

Getting up he took another drink. padding over to the door and opening it. He gave him a lazy grin. "Come on in, the beers in the fridge" he said, taking the opportunity to look him over as he walked in. He did look like peter, except there was a darkness about him, an aura that was not peter like. He closed the door and followed him in hopping back onto his bed and back to his original position against the headboard. "Hey get me one too while you're in there' he said as he drank the last of the one in his hand.

"So how was the trip over? Did you get mauled or harassed or anything?" he asked with a smirk.

[carson cain walker]

Who taught you those new tricks?
Damn I shouldn't start that talk,
but life is one big question when your starin at the clock
And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,
so I'll take that walk.

As the door swung open Carson took a moment to study the person he would be drinking with. If Carson weren't straight he would definitely want some of that. But the problem with that was that Carson definitely needed to believe that he was straight. Pushing those obnoxious thoughts aside, Carson stepped into the room. Carson raised an eyebrow as he was asked to grab a beer for Kholden. "What am I your personal slave?" He joked with a smirk as he opened the fridge and grabbed two beers. Carson grabbed the bottle opener and opened both bottles, handing one to Kholden as he joined the guy on the bed. At least things hadn't started off badly. Carson felt like he was in an okay mood. He was a lot easier to get along with when he wasn't having to keep up his act. Then again... Carson was beginning to wonder if it was an act anymore. He was just too good at being an asshole.

"Eh, nothing serious." Carson said with a shrug. "Mostly a million people thinking I'm Peter. I didn't realize he hugged so many people." He didn't like being greeted like he was Peter, but he figured that most people would make the mistake anyway. Carson glanced over to Kholden before taking a swing of the beer. "Force a good song into my head and getting through a hug isn't hard." Carson wasn't as cuddly as Peter. He wasn't a huge hug fan because they felt so awkward. "Tonight's tune was Crazy Bitch. Song won't leave me alone." Carson said with a sigh before drinking a little more. In his head he kept singing the song, but he wouldn't sing it out loud. Carson didn't sing anymore. Like Peter said... he had quit music. He refused to sing and he had smashed his prized guitar before going to Camden. Boy had Peter been pissed about that. But random songs did keep popping into Carson's head as if plaguing him for doing what he did. Music was his ghost just haunting him everywhere he went.

Carson glanced toward the television. "Doctor who? Heh..." It wasn't that Carson didn't like the show. He thought it was an okay show. It just... well, he couldn't complete the thought. Focusing his eyes on the television Carson took another large sip, bringing the content of his bottle to about half empty. "You're a little strange... you know that?" Carson was only getting started. Once he was drunk it would be better than that as far as not being able to keep his mouth shut. There would be no holding anything back.That was the bad thing about Carson getting drunk around people. He tended to drown his sorrows in alcohol and sure it wasn't right, but it felt good. Most of the time it made him feel like he wasn't even real anymore. He rubbed his stomach for a moment, thinking about all the roads this little meeting couldgo down.

None of the roads looked all that pleasant in the end. Carson tended to factor in the fact that he screwed just about everything up.

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

The sun is in the sky and it is gonna be a glorious day, huh
so pour yourself a coffee, put your clothes back on and tell me your name
now hearts are getting broken but i guess its what they call growing up.
We dont expect results because the kids around here dont give a

Bridge
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters at all
When all your dreams are shattered, everything is beautiful
nothing ever happens, they think we waste our lives but they're wrong, we're moving on

Kholden snorted and nodded. "you know it bitch' he said and would have leaned over to smack his ass, but he wasnt in reaching distance and he was too lazy to move again. Maybe hed get him later, make up an excuse or just tell him he owed it to him. Yeah that would work. It wouldnt have its full set about it, but it would do. Kholden was not ashamed for the fact he was completely checking his ass out. What? He would usually check peters out too, but peter was different peter and him were already on different levels. Hed already gone through the im going to make comments till you give in and do me. Now they had a comfortable friendship where they would flirt with each other sure, but it was harmless. Kholden definitely wouldnt mind trying to get in Carsons pants and it had nothing to do with the fact he was peters twin and looked identical to him. This wasnt peter he could tell that already. There was just a different feel about him and Kholden was thinking he kind of liked it.

Kholden chuckled a bit. "yeah... petes a hugger. Maybe I should have pretended I thought you were pete. I could have at least got a pretend hug out of you" he winked at him playfully as he took a drink from his beer. "mm.. good song. at least you had some entertainment to get you through all that hardship' his tone remained light and teasing. "but hey... its totally worth it is it not?" he asked with a quirk of his brow as he lifted the beer up indicating that he now was getting free beer in exchange for a couple of hugs. 'good stuff too.' he added.

Kholden gave a small nod as he turned his attention to the tv. "Yeah... its really fucking crazy. But there isnt shit on tv right now, so..' he shrugged. "are you my mummy' he repeated in a creepy childlike voice and then chuckled. 'gives me the willies man' he shivered and shook his head. When carson said he was a little strange, Kholden snorted. 'You think so?' he asked. "How come?" he was regarding him with curious amusement.

He personally didnt think he was too strange. He thought he was pretty normal compared to some people. Granted he said some wonky stuff, but hey... it was cool. Sometimes his mind connected quickly to things and his mouth just followed suit. Could be useful in some situations he always thought.

[carson cain walker]

Carson shook his head at Kholden's reply to his slave comment. "Yeah, yeah." He replied, waving it off. The idea of beign someone's personal slave wasn't that great. In the sexual sense...then maybe it wouldn't be half bad. But in the literal sense? If he didn't know that it was just a joke it would have been on. But Kholden was lucky. Carson was in a pretty decent mood, which to most people was still a little rough around the edges, and he had alcohol. Alcohol made Carson a lot more bearable. There were some people that would give Carson alcohol so that he would just be a little nicer. On the other hand... sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. He was a little unpredicatble as far as his moods went. Sometimes he was in good moods, but the occasional bad or super bad mood would set in and it would all go to hell. Sometimes Carson felt sorry for those that got the worst... sometimes. He didn't make a habit out of feeling sorry for people.

Kholden continued to talk about how Peter was a hugger. Carson rolled his eyes. "You say that as if I would actually let you hug me." He took a sip of his beer, glad to hear that Kholden agreed with the song choice. Wait- what did he care if Kholden didn't agree with the song choice? Carson shrugged, "Hey, it's free beer. I think I can brave a few million hugs to get free beer." Boy was that the truth. Carson was a drinker at heart... well, sort of. It had all started when he had met his former best friend. After meeting Alex Carson had sort of fallen into the dark side. Alex wasn't the one that forced him to become the asshole he is, but Alex definitely gave him the drinking habits and the smoking habits to boot. Obviously Carson didn't want to come out of those habits or he would have already. It suited him just fine ruining his life. Life sucked anyway.

Carson laughed when Kholden immitated the kid in Doctor Who. "Damn, don't do that. It's fucking creepy." He said, looking back to the tv. It was creep enough coming from the tv. Carson finished off his beer and turned his head to let his darkened eyes fall on Kholden. "You're strange because..." Carson trailed off, not sure how to put. "I don't know. I just don't know what to fucking expect from you." Carson didn't like it much when other people were predictable, but somehow it just worked on Kholden. There was a healthy mix of predictable and unpreditable. It was the unpredictable that always threw him off. "I mean, think about it, man. I don't treat you any different than those other fuckers and yet here you are giving me beer and letting me into your dorm." Carson shook his head, "So what's your deal?"

Essentially Carson wanted to know why Kholden didn't treat him like he was the scum of the Earth like everyone else did. Most people just couldn't handle how intense his personality was. Kholden, on the other hand, just really seemed to not mind anything that Carson said or did.

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>Kholden shrugged. "you never know..' he said and then chuckled. "maybe next time' he smirked. I could rope you into it. I could use my awsome suaveness to pull the wool over your eyes and then BAM!... You wouldnt know what hit ya.' he waggled his brows, his hands kind of moving in karate chop motions. To be honest he wasnt so sure of what he was really talking about. He figured whatever, he tended to ramble at times, though he thought that if he was on the receiving end some of what he said was quite amusing. He wondered briefly if he fell under that category with Carson or if he was under the annoying one. Then again maybe he wasnt in any but the 'a bit strange' category.

"Besides you did admit you would brave a few hugs for beer and what if i held the beer hostage. It would be free and you could have all you wanted, but not till i got a hug from you. And not just any hug a full on awsome Kholdens hugging me hug.' he nodded firmly. "It'll be amazing. No one gives hugs like I do. Well no thats a lie. No one would remember my hugs I dont even really hug people. But the prospect of hugging you when you hate them... Dont ask why but i just love a challenge." he smirked.

Kholden took another drink of his beer and laughed rubbing his chest a bit. "it really is creepy huh.' he shook his head. "I think the gas masks are creepier. LIke seriously. Then again... i mean gas masks are pretty wicked. What if you had one just fused to your face. You could really freak some people out. Think it would be somewhat worth it hmm?' he raised his brows a bit taking another drink. "yeah you dont have to answer that. I dont even know half the shit that comes out of my head. I think im a bit twisted... ' Kholden licked his lips a bit. "and obviously my mind does tend to be in the gutter a lot'

When carson started to talk about why he thought he was strange, Kholden regarded him with curious interest. A smirk turned up the corner of his lips and he raised his brow giving an innocent shrug. "I really dont know what you're talking about man' he said. "I kind of dug what I saw, so why not?" he said. "not every ones filled with fluffy bunnies and rainbows. he added. So you're rough around the edges. You're still sitting here drinking my offered beer and I dont feel like strangling you and im sure if you felt like strangling me youd either be gone or be strangling me, so... I think taking a chance seems to be going good so far.' he wasnt sure if that made sense or if it appeased Carsons mind at all, but it was all he could come up with at the moment.

He finished his beer and slid off to get them some more. He grabbed a couple. it would stay cold he was sure it wouldnt take long for them to drain them. He handed two to carson as he hopped back on the bed agian with his own. And what about you? Whats your deal?' he smirked teasing him lightly.</sup>

[carson cain walker]

No- Carson didn't think Kholden could ever wrap him into being a slave for anything. But Carson wasn't going to say anything about it. He did raise an eyebrow in response to Kholden's little karate chop maneuver. "Ohh, I'm so scared." Carson said sarcastically with a smirk. "You wouldn't know what to do with me if I were your slave." The only kind of slave he would consider being would be a sex slave, and that was not something he would do for any guy. Actually, Carson figured he probably wouldn't even let a girl have that control over him. It seemed like every possible slavery possible was out of the question for Carson Walker. Besides... Carson tended to lean more to the wild side. He would be a hard on to control. Luckily conversation progressed. All that slave business was starting to make Carson think dirty and that just wasn't a good idea.

Carson laughed, "So you think you can hold the beer hostage and force me to give you a hug?" He considered it for a moment. The idea would probably work depending on Carson's mental state, but he wouldn't let Kholden know that. "Well, here's your challenge for the night." Carson said, glancing over to Kholden. "You try and get me to hug you... without holding the beer hostage." For good measure Carson took another large sip of his beer. "You love a challenge, now you've got one." Carson was all too sure that he would win the challenge. Well, there would really be no telling after he was too drunk to care if he hugged someone or not. "I'll even let you come up with your own terms. If you manage to get me to give you a hug, then what do you want from me?" Well, Carson was a gambling man.

Finishing off the rest of his beer, Carson raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, possibly a bit twisted." he shrugged. "I dunno, though. I think gas masks are pretty hot. Well, only in certain situations." Carson huffed, "Then again... maybe I'm the twisted one." Carson really was twisted in ways that Kholden didn't even know. Hell, there was a way that Kholden could get him to give in to a bit more than a hug. Carson would never share that information willingly, but still. Pain was Carson's weak spot. All Kholden would have to do is cause him a little bit of pain. It would drive Carson crazy drunk or sober. Sad really. How do you satisfy someone with a penchant for pain other than hurting them?

Carson watched Kholden react to what he had said. He licked his lips, considering what Kholden was saying. Somehow Carson found it hard to believe that Kholden could really accept him the way he was without any conditions. Carson glared at the empty bottle before moving to throw it in the garbage. He was never one to make a mess... not even in someone else's room. "Who knows," Carson countered, stretching his arms into the air, his shirt lifting above his belly button. "The night is still young man, who knows who will be strangling who by the end of it." with Carson's random mood swings it would be easy to think that.

When Kholden asked him what his deal was, Carson shrugged, as he sat back on the bed next to Kholden, taking one of the beers that Kholden had gotten for him. "I don't have a deal." Carson said with a shrug as he popped the lid off the bottle. "Well, I take that back. I do have a deal. Most things are better left unsaid, though."

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

The sun is in the sky and it is gonna be a glorious day, huh
so pour yourself a coffee, put your clothes back on and tell me your name
now hearts are getting broken but i guess its what they call growing up.
We dont expect results because the kids around here dont give a

Nothing really matters, nothing really matters at all
When all your dreams are shattered, everything is beautiful
nothing ever happens, they think we waste our lives but they're wrong, we're moving on

Kholden snorted and nodded. 'Oh yes I do.' he said. "Id make you give me beer all the time so i wouldnt have to get up.' he nodded as if that was the most obvious answer in the world. TO be honest he could think of several things hed like to with carson... well turn him into a slave of. Carson kept saying he was straight, but there were times when Kholden didnt think he was completely 100% so. Kholden smirked inwardly. He didnt think he was some sex god that could change anyone, but he would be lying if he wasnt the reason why one or two people changed their preference. He always joked, Once you go kholden you dont go back. It didnt have that suave of a ring to it as some other sayings, but it would do. He wondered if hed be able to charm Carson enough. Part of him wanted to try, give himself a little challenge. he loved challenges even against himself, but the other part of him was telling him that carson didnt want that so he shouldnt push it.

Kholdens attention was brought back to Carson as he commented about him getting a hug by him without holding the beer hostage. He quirked his brows amused as Carson then proposed the challenge. Kholden laughed at that. He couldnt help it. "Well you definitely got me' he said. I do enjoy challenges. he took another drink. We'll lets see. If I win... you have to go to that gay club and pole dance while stripping. You dont have to get down to your skivvies, but at least the shirt and your pant buttons' he nodded. ... and what do you want if You win?" he asked raising his brows. He knew his was lame, but hey, whatever he thought it would be amusing as hell. Probably very out there for the bet they were having but it worked.

Kholden chuckled some. "A bit..' he nodded and then shrugged. "oh i dont know. That My chem video for teenagers had the cheerleaders in gas masks. It was kind of hot. So.. what other weird fetishes do you have" he asked his tone teasing. "if gas masks is hot to you, then i can only imagine whatelse gets you going' he took another drink.

Kholden shrugged and then a wicked grin stole across his lips matching the glint in his eyes. "Well in my opinion I hope one of us is being strangled. In fact I wouldnt be opposed to being the one. Gives a nice little flare to play time' he smirked. He had a little image of Carson holding him down his hand around his throat tight enough to leave marks his thumb pressing the spot that could close his windpipe at anytime. Good lord but the image was hot to him.

Kholden was no innocent when it came to the bedroom. He liked to do some freaky shit but at the same time he knew how to make it sweet and loving. He liked it all really, the rouch and raw sexual energy and the slow sensual kind. Kholden didnt frown, his face remained the same but he nodded instead and yeah this is true. he shrugged. He shook his head and gave another lazy grin as he took another drink.

[carson cain walker]

Carson shrugged, "Well, in that case," He mused with a smirk, "As long as I'm paid in alcohol your slave I will be." His voice held a natural sarcastic edge to it. Sometimes Carson said things that he meant in a joking manner or just to say something for conversation and people generally took it the wrong way because of that hard edge. Carson licked his lips, enjoying the aftertaste on his lips. He wasn't sure he had the will to actually be someone's slave. Obviously Carson is too much of an asshole to really bend down to someone else's rules. The thought was amusing, though. It sort of made him curious about what else Kholden would have him do. Surely the guy couldn't have a slave and only make them bring him beer. At least Kholden was a lot more tolerable than some people he had come across. Surprising... Kholden wasn't at all the kind of guy he would expect to see at Harding. The guy didn't seem artsy at all. Just sexual.

Raising an eyebrow at Kholden's terms, Carson laughed. "Alright, if you win I'll pole dance and strip." He narrowed his eyes thinking about what he could possibly want out of the arrangement. "I'll save my term for when you lose the bet." He said confidently though it was really just because he couldn't think of anything. "I'll let you be surprise." Carson didn't think that Kholden would win the bet... unless he completely caught Carson off guard. That wasn't likely, but Carson could never be sure. He would need to think of what he would want out of Kholden, though, since he didn't plan on losing. It was possible, and Carson hated that it was, but it was possible that Carson could end up doing a poll dance at a gay club. He wished Kholden hadn't been that specific, but at the same time... Carson was pretty confident that wouldn't happen.

"Mm," Carson mused with a smirk, taking a sip of his beer. "My other fetishes will remain a mystery. Couldn't have people know the secrets of getting into my pants now can I?" HE could think of a lot of things he thought was hot. Things from uniforms to singing in a whisper. Most of all pain was his big turn on. He loved pain for some reason. Of anything that could ever get him off pain was the best. "What the hell," Carson said, finishing off his second beer. "It's not like you would use it against me." Or maybe Kholden would. Carson was a beer or two away from not really caring. "There's one thing that gets me off more than anything else." Carson grabbed another beer, popping the lid. "Wanna know what it is?" He shook his head, taking a large sip of the beer. "I'll think about telling you... later."

Carson raised an eyebrow as Kholden really seemed to hit the nail right on the head. The whole concept of strangling... especially the idea of someone strangling him... it was hot. REALLY HOT. He licked his lips, glancing over to Kholden. "Funny you say that." Carson said with a smirk. "That's it. Well, you know, not strangling, but pain in general is a huge turn on for me." Just imagining stuff would get Carson in the mood. Hurt him and he would be putty in your hands.

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>kholden laughed a bit and shrugged. "Dont think its all a free ride' he winked. "I can be a very demanding master. he continued with a nod. "and I am not above punishment if you refuse anything i ask of you. Kholden smirked as he took another drink. Kholden leaned back some his eyes going from the tv the pictures he had up on a tag board on the wall there. They were black and white shots of things like sunsets and insects. One of a dog sniffing the face of a little kid who was laughing at it and some others like that. They were all pictures hed taken himself some of his favorite ones and some he just hated but reminded him how much hes improved and what not.

oo... he shook his head. 'Dont worry you're pretty little head over it' he smirked. "I wont lose. he gave a nod and a wink before finishing off his beer and reaching out for the other one hed brought, popping hte cap and letting it settle just a bit before taking a swig. 'Though Im seriously thinking of losing just to see what you can come up with.' it was no lie, he loved challenges and he loved winning them but he also liked just taking them and betting and sometimes he didnt care about losing, just because he was aslo very curious about people and how far their minds could take them. it wasnt as if he was the most out there thinking guy, he sucked at that, but he liked ot hear what other people could come up with none the less.

Kholdens brows shot up. "A mystery huh? ... Please you're playing to my interests. I like mysteries. Makes me want to solve them... he wiggled his brows then. "makes me wnat to figure them out he chuckled a bit though when Carson started talking again and asked kholden if he wanted to know what it was, kholden gave a small shrug then nodded. W ell yeah of course he would like to know... fuck for some reason the way Carson was going about this was really hot. Kholden mentally shook his head, was he really this easy. Yeah okay he was easy this was true. Oh yeah? what thing is this?' he took another drink. He hoped it wasnt something like every one else he talked to. He found a lot of people had the same kind of fetishes, not a whole lot of people had different ones, but carson... Well kholden had a feeling carson would be different. But of course then Carson had to say hed think about telling him later.

Kholden groaned and shook his head. "Such a tease' he leaned back again, having leaned towards carson a bit as he wated for him to tell him.

Kholdens raised his brow when Kholden seemed to like what he had said. "oh?' he asked, his smirk turning to a fairly decent sized grin when Carson admitted to pain being a huge turn on for him. '"Oh really? so ... if i punched... or slapped you right now.. youd like... pounce me or something?? maybe stick your tongue down my throat?' he asked his grin turning to a devious little smirk.</sup>

[carson cain walker]

Carson had to bit his tongue to keep from answering in a completely sarcastic manner. The way Kholden made it sound it wouldn’t be a free ride now, but later it could be. When Kholden brought up punishment Carson licked his lips before biting his lower lip. The idea of punishment sounded hot. No- it sounded incredibly hot. Carson could just imagine, though. It was the mental image that was about to drive Carson crazy. He could imagine Kholden grabbing him by the throat, pushing him against the door to block his escape, and applying so much pressure that his throat would begin to bruise under the touch. He could also imagine Kholden leaning in close and talking in a low, raspy growl, calling him rude names and disciplining him for his disobedience. Carson shoved the image out of his head, not needing to think like that so early in the game. There was no way Car could honestly convinced himself that was a good idea.

Kholden seemed pretty confident that he would in the challenge. Carson wasn’t so sure about that. He was pretty sure the he could control his hug giving, but there was always the slight chance that something could go wrong. Thinking about that slight chance made him rethink his plan. Not that Carson was afraid of losing. After that previous mental image he wasn’t so sure that being Kholden’s slave would be a bad thing. The bad thing was that Carson would never be obedient if there were promises of punishment. Carson shrugged in response, not wanting to give away too much about his thinking. There were times when Carson was a man of few words, and those were the times when the voice in his head would drive him insane. At the moment Carson’s inner voice was telling him that this was a challenge that Carson wouldn’t want to win.

Carson finished off his beer and grabbed another from the few that Kholden had already brought to the bed. “You like mysteries, huh?” He mused, popping the cap off. He smirked, liking the fact that he had something to hold over Kholden’s head. It probably wouldn’t last long at all, but Kholden didn’t know that and Carson relied on that. He chuckled when Kholden called him a tease. Kholden honestly had no idea about how much of a tease Carson could be. In his head Carson told himself this wasn’t happening. He was straight. He had to be straight. Alex had to be the last straw in the bi-sexual area. Carson sighed. He had loved Alex, yeah, but he had respected the fact that Alex and Peter had a thing going until it seemed necessary to light a fire under Peter’s ass. So Carson had to pretend that he didn’t care for Alex… that he was using Alex for his own selfish deeds. Carson didn’t think he would love anyone again. He would only end up using them.

Carson shrugged, “Depends on how hard you hit, but that’s the idea. I’d say if you punched or slapped me or even just a pinch if it hurts enough.” He took another sip of his beer. “The reaction really depends on how much it hurts.” If Kholden were to leave a mark, then it would definitely turn into something that would be very uncomfortable for Carson the next day. Carson was always bluntly honest about things, but he didn’t really stop to think that sometimes that might now be a good thing. Especially when talking to a guy about sex who refers to his “pretty little head.”

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>He nodded I do... he smirked. I like that about you..' he nodded again. "Among other things. Even though I dont know you fully, theres just something about you... he gave a shrug and took a swig from his beer. He reached over and pulled out his camera smirking and lifted it up taking a quick shot of carson. You've got good angles you know that..' he said quirking a brow at him as he readied his camera again. He wasnt so sure Carson would let him do it again, the first one had been quick, but now that carson knew he had the camera he fully expected him to tell him to stop or get the camera or something.

Kholden raised his brows with curious interest at Carsons answer to about him hitting him. kholden thought for a moment before nodding. "Alright...' he said. "I think i feel ya on that..' he leaned back finishing his beer, tipping his head back to get all of it. He leaned over and tossed the beer bottle where hed put the rest of the bottles. He then sat back up and turned to carson. Pain. Hard pain. He really wanted to see just exactly what Carson would do. He couldnt help it, things like this just begged to be tested.

He looked at Carson again. If he really hit him and Carson decided he would flip out on him instead of make out well really it was carsons fault for even saying that he would do that. He would then call him a liar, but he had a feeling that Carson would be as good as his word. He moved so he wouldnt crush his camera. A slow smirk came to his lips and he reached over and punched his shoulder really hard. Hard enough that it would leave a bruise. He didnt even hit the side of his shoulder but the front flat part of it.

Kholden leaned back some and looked back at carson again, brows raised expectantly as he waited to see just what Carson would do. He actually was looking forward to see just what carson had. What he hadnt been lying, carson had something about him that he just seemed to be drawn to. this was the perfect opportunity and the funny thing was they had just met. He rarely had even this much connection with someone. Maybe it was all in his head, but whatever. Let his mind wander.</sup>

[carson cain walker]

Something about him? Carson wasn't so sure he liked the sound of that. What was it about him? He didn't understand what was mildly attractive about him. To Carson he might as well be as ugly as his personality. He didn't really consider himself attractive, though he was able to get random hook ups and such. But the way Kholden talked... it wasn't about looks or anything like that. It was about something else. But what? Carson lifted his beer to take a sip. He was bringing the bottle back down as Kholden held his camera up and snapped a picture. Rolling his eyes, Carson shook his head. "Good angles? I don't think so." Carson commented, raising an eyebrow as Kholden brought the camera back up. "No more pictures." Carson muttered, "I'm not the most photogenic person in the world." Carson would rather take a picture than be in one. There just weren't too many pictures of him floating around. The one that had the most was Peter, but Carson was sure Peter wouldn't share any of those with Kholden. Some of them were embarrassing.

Carson nodded, finishing off his beer. He would really need to slow down on those before he got tipsy too early. He licked his lips, deciding for the moment that he wouldn't reach for another beer. Instead, Carson threw his empty bottles away and sighed, leaning up against the headboard. It was kind of nice to just sit there drinking and talking. Carson watched as Kholden moved up to throw away his bottles. He wondered what Kholden was up to when he stopped and turned to look at him. Carson wasn't sure what was happening, but he was sure that it probably wouldn't be a good thing. He didn't really suspect anything drastic, but it was kind of an awkward position to be in. Carson thought about asking what Kholden was staring at or telling him that he had already taken a picture he could just use that, but Carson kept his trap shut. There was no way he would bite the hand that gave him free beer. Biting his lower lip, Carson raised an eyebrow as if trying to figure it out still. When Kholden began to move Carson's expression changed into a more curious one.

Kholden seemed to move his camera out of the way, which really had Carson confused. Just then, Kholden threw a punch, landing it at the front of his shoulder. Wincing at the pain, Carson raised his hand to where Kholden had punched. He kept his head lowered so Kholden couldn't see the expression on his face. After a minute Carson looked back up, his dark brown eyes burning with something that hadn't been there before. He didn't look at Kholden right away. Carson stood, his short, skinny fingers balled into tight fists. His shoulder was still throbbing and Carson knew there would be a bruise there later. That made his reaction all the more important. Anyone that didn't know what was happening might think Carson looked enraged... so angry he couldn't even speak... but that wasn't what Carson was feeling at all. After all, Carson was a man of his word. He rarely ever lied about anything like that. Slowly, Carson lifted his head further, his darkened eyes landing on Kholden. There was a fierceness about them that wasn't there earlier. Most people who didn't know Carson would get scared seeing the look on his face. Honestly it looked evil.

Carson slowly walked around toward Kholden. He stopped next to Kholden's place on the bed. Reaching down Carson grabbed Kholden by the shirt collar, pulling him up roughly and shoving him against the wall. Sure Carson was small, but he had some strength to him. He was no wimp like Peter. Kholden had asked for it. He had been told what would happen if he hurt Carson and it was his own damn fault for having to test it out. Carson had Kholden pinned. He wouldn't be letting go any time soon. Without hesitating for even a second Carson crusheD Kholden's lips with his own. Of course it was a hard kiss. Coming from the boy who enjoyed and got off on pain... what else would Kholden be expecting? Carson's fingers no longer gripped Kholden's shirt, but his right hand pushed Kholden's right shoulder, keeping it pinned to the wall while his left hand curled around the back of Kholden's neck, his finger tips digging roughly into Kholden's skin. It was hard to believe how much of an effect one punch had on Carson. But that one punch had been enough. He wanted a little more... physical or even verbal abuse... Carson needed it.

[kholden phinneaus jackson]

<sup>He nodded. Yeah... good angles' he reached back to get his Polaroid camera, and took a picture. "For demonstration..' he told him and then set the camera back where hed gotten it after taking the picture out and setting it on the bedside table. "you know shaking those things doesnt really make a difference... he commented with a shrug. Kholden smirked a bit. "we are all our own worst critics' he said. You know for a guy thats as hot as you, you sure have a low self esteem. he shrugged. "most beautiful people do though i suppose. he tapped his chin. Unless your one of those douche bags that are so full of themselves... he shook his head waving the conversation off with a hand.

Kholden had a look in his eyes as he watched the way carson looked at him. after that little confession carson should know what Kholden was going to do, but by the look on his face Kholden was happy to see he didnt. He threw the punch and then sat back, watching carson. At first he wasnt sure what to expect. Carson was touching where hed punched, his head lowered. Kholden was at a feeling of anticipation, relaxation, and ready to spring if needed. And when he thinks spring its not in the sense of running away but more like attacking. He has a feeling it if got down to him attacking it would be more of the thrilling attack then the actual defensive attack.

Finally carson looked up, not directly at him but kholden could see the intensity in his eyes. He thought for sure hed lunge at him but instead he got up. Dark brown eyes followed Carsons movement with the same anticipating curiosity. Carson looked angry, enraged, but kholden was surprisingly not afraid. He really wasnt. He just had this feeling that it was going to be completely different, that if he did run and back down he would regret it. No he definitely wouldnt be doing either any time soon, he wanted to see this wanted to experience whatever was about to happen. He just had to see what carson had, see what was in store for him. Kholden was a man that loved challenge and danger and excitement, and Carson has so far proved to be all of those and more. Kholden felt like a child at christmas time seeing the big box wrapped up with the big bow and knowing that underneath the wrapping he was going to find something amazing.

Carson wasnt a big guy, so when he stopped in front of kholden, grabbing his shirt color kholden couldnt help the tingles that went through is body, the thrill that made his body hum and the sly grin that came to his lips as he felt his back slam into the hard wall. God this was hot, even if carson decided to punch him, this was still so hot and the look in carsons eyes... seriously. its like he went into his mind and picked out all the things that turned Kholden on. Well really it didnt take much to turn kholden on, but there were certain things that just turned his body to fire and these were some of them.

Then Carsons lips were crushed to his own. Kholden made a little noise a cross between a groan and a grunt. He could taste a bit of blood from his lip getting banged into his lteeth but he didnt care. One hand slid up into carsons hair just above the bask of his neck. Carsons fingers digging into his neck now and Kholden returned it by gripping his hair a bit tightly, pulling the strands, his other hand gripping at his waist.

Kholden opened his mouth biting down onto carsons bottom lip a bit hard before delving his tongue into his mouth. He wanted to taste his blood now too.</sup>

[carson cain walker]

<sup>Carson rolled his eyes after Kholden took another picture. He didn't think that he had very many good angels, but then again... he wasn't exactly thinking about outward appearances. It was in part due to a low self esteem issue. Carson found it difficult to think much of himself when no one else had been there to tell him these things. It wasn't like his father spent a lot of time patting him on the shoulder, saying he looked like his beautiful mother. Nor did his father ever take the time to say his name. In nineteen years Carson had never been called by his actual name by his father. Pretty sad actually, but Carson never really thought much of it. He had grown up thinking every family was like that... then he discovered that there were happy families out there and he started hating himself. He simply shrugged at Kholden's next few comments, figuring they didn't exactly matter. Carson was set in his beliefs. He wouldn't let one boy's opinion of him sway a lifetime of insecurity.

Kholden's sudden act of violence against him had sort of taken Carson by surprise, but then again he had basically begged for it giving that he had broken down and told Kholden what his weakness was. That may or may not have been as mistake. Pretty much, after someone would physically or verbally abuse him, Carson would take care to hold his reaction in the best he could. But this time... he knew that Kholden was trying to bring it out in him. It wasn't a smart move on Kholden's part, but Carson would go along with it for that sole purpose. Kholden wanted to play that game and Carson was going to fight fire with fire no matter what kind of hell he went through to get there. But the thing about Carson was that when operating under the whole pain thing... that was all he wanted. There were times, surprisingly, when Carson would have sex and would be maybe a little gentle, but not too often. He really liked the hard, pain causing stuff. Many people have told him that it's a sick way to look at things, but Carson didn't care much about what they thought about it anyway.

Having Kholden pinned against a wall hadn't been Carson's original intention at all. He was supposed to go to Kholden's for a few beers and a bit of relaxation. Sure he had already downed more than a few beers, but this was not even in the same area as relaxation. As Carson felt Kholden's fingers at the back of his neck, Carson wondered if Kholden was going to turn out to be one of the gentle types. Carson didn't think that entirely fit Kholden, but Carson had learned early on not to judge styles. He had come across some pretty innocent looking people that were total freaks in bed and come across some people who looked like sluts, but didn't even know how to give head. What a crazy, mixed up world. But Carson felt Kholden pull his hair and the fingers digging into his waist... well... it really seemed like there wouldn't be an end to it. If Kholden kept hitting pressure points then Carson would lost his cool and he just couldn't afford that at that moment. As if he hadn't already lost it to begin with.

Carson wasn't expecting the next part. When Kholden bit down on his lip, Carson actually winced in pain. It felt god awful and wonderful at the same time. That was a mixture of feelings Carson wasn't award existed, but Kholden managed to bring it like a pro. Carson could taste the salty, metallic flavor of blood. Normally people would think that would be a good stopping point, but it just egged Carson on. The moment Kholden drew blood it was game over. Carson knew that he would be a gonner from there on out. When Kholden's tongue made way into his mouth, Carson made no move to protest. Instead he allowed his tongue to move against Kholden's, undoubtedly some blood going with it. Carson wasn't going to stop because of a little blood. That would be stupid. But as Carson began to work Kholden's tongue he tasted a different taste, but of the same texture. Nice... he had brought blood in Kholden too. Carson assumed it was from the first kiss, but he wasn't going to stop and ask. It was kind of a strange taste, the two blood types mixing together like that, but again, Carson couldn't care less.

Carson's fingers trailed from Kholden's neck, down along his side, clawing the whole way. He was the kind of guy that didn't mind leaving a bruise or two if he needed to. Bruises were something that Carson was used to anyway. They were no big deal to him and naturally he assumed they were no big deal to anyone else. Carson soon grew tired of feeling just the clothe of Kholden's shirt. He lifted his hands under Kholden's shirt, his fingernails clawing along the bare skin and his finger tips digging in. He just let his hands do most of the work as far as that went.</sup>