new job - kyler

[Stryker Allen Simms]

December 2nd - 2:45 PM

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]840 WORDS FOR kyler; STRYKER IS WEARING THIS this could be interesting... LIVE [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Stryker followed the directions on the piece of paper which had been given to him by the one who had called himself a Reaper, eyes taking in all the new surroundings as he walked. He had been off to a bit of a rocky start in New Haven, he'd only arrived a couple of days before. After he'd been brutally murdered by his father. How horrid was that? Stryker had thought he'd finally gotten away from that trouble years ago, and after almost ten years, his father had caught up with him again. How pathetic did that make him? He looked back down at the paper as he passed another building, looking up to glance at the address. Nope, that wasn't it either. Well damn it, where the hell was he going? Was there anything beyond New Haven? If he got lost would he just keep going and going until he was trapped in some kind of ethereal mist of some sort? It would just be his luck. Like in that Stephen King movie Storm of the Centruy, just swallowed up by the beyond. Another shop, and he paused to look at the address. Holy shit. Stryker couldn't help but laugh as he stared at the shop. He glanced around briefly before he pocketed it. He took a final drag from the cigarette he'd been carrying and stepped back up onto the sidewalk and crushed the cigarette out on the sill of the window before he tossed it into a street-side trash can and moved into the little shop. He paused, looking at all of the artwork on the walls that represented things that you could get tattoo'd onto your skin if you didn't know what you wanted. He had never been able to do that, each tattoo on his body had some kind of individual meaning to him. Just getting a tattoo without meaning seemed... impersonal. He stood still, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket until he heard someone coming into the front room. He turned at this point, still slightly amused that the Reaper had said he could probably benefit from a job at a tattoo parlor. He stopped though as he saw the male in front of him. Dear god, he was fucking gorgeous. He could only stand there staring at the male. After a moment, he realized that the other male had actually been talking to him. He shook his head, stepping forward and pulling a hand from his pocket. "Sorry, I must've spaced there for a minute." He smiled slightly as he shook the other's hand. "My name is Stryker... I ah... I'm kinda new here, I guess..." He reached up, scratching the back of his head a bit nervously as he watched the other. "I was told that you were looking for some workers. Well, I've not had any real... you know... professional training... but... before.. I owned my own gun and was kind of an amateur tattoo person..." Why was he nervous? He had never been this nervous before, god, it felt almost like he was on the brink of starting to sweat. Shit, man. He shoved his hand into his pants pocket at that time and offered another smile. "I mean, I'm a fairly decent artist, I drew most of my tattoos. If you need me too I can go and-..." he frowned slightly at that point. He'd almost forgotten, he didn't have a sketchbook here, his sketchbook had probably been thrown into a box and thrown out when his apartment manager cleaned his place out after his murder. Or maybe sitting somewhere in an evidence locker in the police station. He wasn't entirely sure. Fuck. "Ah... well... I could draw something... if you want? Or if you want to take a look at what tattoos I have that I drew? I dunno... just hit me that I don't exactly have a sketch book I could show you..." Yeah, okay, that was just a little awkward. He looked back up at the other male and offered another smile. "Sorry, guess this isn't the best way to apply for a job, being all unprepared like this. To be honest, I didn't know that Reaper guy was sending me to a tattoo parlor when he gave me the address... but... like I said, I'm willing to give it a shot if you wanna take a chance on me," he told the other male. God, he really was gorgeous, it was hard not to focus on how sexy the other male was. Stryker wondered vaguely if he was gay... did he even have a shot with him? Was it professional to hit on your potential boss? Probably not. Well, maybe if he didn't get hired he could hit on him and not breach any etiquette. There was that bright side, he supposed... [/style]

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[Kyler Ian Haile]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] tonight before you fall asleep Kyler was alone in the shop, something that was a bit of a rarity. Usually there was one of the other workers there, or a customer; but, Ky had been unable to sleep, so he had opened the shop a bit early. Usually they did not open up until two in the afternoon, and they stayed open until midnight on weekdays, and three in the morning on Friday and Saturday nights, which would technically be Saturday and Sunday morning if you had to get technical with it. Kyler usually worked the closing shifts, mostly because he did not trust anyone else to handle the drawers and safes at the end of the night. He had slight trust issues; but, with the things he had gone through, it was no wonder. The young man hummed along with the rock song that was blasting out of the speakers there in the room, taking a drink of the Rockstar cola he had gotten out of the minifridge behind the counter after opening the place up. He was catching up on a bit of cleaning and bookwork while he had the time to himself, which he really liked. The receptionist typically took care of the bookwork and marking down the schedules as well as appointments that were called in; but, there were a few times he took initiative to do it himself. He was the one that had to approve vacation requests and the like, anyway. Ky was singing along with the radio when someone came into the shop and he looked up from the schedule book that he had been glancing over, seeing when everyone was due in after the bell above the door sounded. "Can I help you?" he asked the person, who seemed a bit lost, only to receive no answer. Ky arched a brow when he did not receive an answer because the guy seemed to be too busy staring. He was pretty sure it was because of the fact he was wearing makeup; that was why people often stared. So, he did not really think anything of it. He laughed slightly, though, when the guy finally seemed to come to, apologized and introduced himself. "Kyler," he replied, leaning over the counter a bit and reaching his hand out toward the other man to shake while flicking his hair back out of his eyes. The shop owner listened as Stryker actually explained what he was doing there. A job. Well, Ky could certainly use a few more people to help out. However, without formal training, the other man was a liability. It ran too much of a risk, even if a customer signed the proper release forms. If he had an unlicensed person inking someone else, that put him in danger of his job. "Here," he said as he grabbed a couple sheets of printer paper and a felt tip pen, setting them on top of the counter he was behind. "Show me what you've got art wise here. Are you willing to get official training and a license for this? Because if so, and I like what you show me, I could hire you on as help around the shop until you can get all the proper documents. I can't really hire a tattooist or piercer without the official training. It puts my job and shop at risk, and talent or not, I'm not willing to do that." Kyler, himself, had not been allowed to work at the initial shop he had worked at until he had been properly trained for the same reasons. He had already pierced his own ears, lip, and nose by that point (the later of which he randomly let grow back in and would end up re-piercing whenever he got bored again), but his boss had made him keep to secretarial and custodial work until he had that official licensing that he needed. It had been a little tedious, but worth it in the end. "I can take you on as an apprentice, but that usually takes a long while. If you've a bit of unofficial training, however, it won't take as long." Kyler crossed his arms over his chest and nodded a little as he flicked his hair back out of his eyes. His own apprenticeship had taken a lot less time than people had thought it would, since it generally took a few more years than the time he put in. However, seeing as he had been doing it (albeit illegally) since he was sixteen, it did not take nearly as long to go through the official training, though it really did help to refine his skills. He could do artwork by that point that he had never even dreamed of before his own training. i run my thumb across your cheek words; 792. outfit; here. tagged; stryker notes; ohai. let's start this stuff. XD Kyler's so work oriented, it's pretty amusing. XD his shop is his baby, though. -pets him- ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM

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[Stryker Allen Simms]

December 2nd - 2:45 PM

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]734 WORDS FOR kyler; STRYKER IS WEARING THIS this could be interesting... LIVE [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Kyler... what a great name. Though he was still unsure as to why he was suddenly so fascinated by the male in front of him. He had an interesting look, that was for damn sure. He returned the handshake easily, though was worried a little about getting a job there. But... anything was better than nothing right? He watched as the other male grab a few sheets of paper and a pen and place them on the counter. He offered a small smile as he unzipped his jacket, shrugging it off so that the sleeves wouldn't get in his way and lay it on the counter beside of him. He reached for the pen, uncapping it and he began to draw a small arm tattoo he'd designed for one of his friends previously. He paused, looking up at the other as he spoke and he nodded slightly at the question. "Yeah, I am. I just... I guess I didn't have the resources... before, you know?" he asked simply. Not many tattoo shops wanted to hire someone who'd been giving other people tattoos without the proper licensing, something about it seemed to irritate a lot of people, and he hadn't had the money required to just go to school to get a license without first having been an apprentice. As an apprentice, you worked under the license of your mentor, but again, not many people were willing to do that. Legalities and all, they didn't want to have any mistakes come back on them. He went back to the drawing, finishing off the tip of one lightening bolt before sliding it towards the other male. "I've not found a design or style yet that I couldn't replicate. I'm a good artist, and I've got a steady hand, I've already had a year's practice... well... outside of the shop, I guess you could call it," he stated with a bit of a cringe. "But like I said, I'm willing to do whatever it is that you need me to do..." He took the next sheet of paper then and drew the outline of a full-back tattoo he'd given one of his friends. It was remarkable to him how well he remembered the detail, all the way from the bricks on the castle to the scales on the dragon which surrounded it. It didn't take him long to finish it, it was only the outlining portion. "I did this one on a friend about..." he hissed as he thought about it. "Oh... three or three and a half months ago? I had just finished the final shading and coloring on it a few days before... I got here," he finished rather lamely. Was it ever going to get easier talking about his death as if it were nothing? He was having some issues. He gave a small nod as the other male stated that he couldn't hire him as a professional without the training, but then went on to say he was willing to make an apprentice of him. He smiled slightly. "I'd appreciate it," he stated easily, watching the other male carefully. He reached up, brushing a bit of hair from his own features, working the ring in his lip nervously as he waited for the other's judgement on his pieces that he'd drawn in a bit of a rush. "I've also done a few sleeves in my day as well... though I think my favorites are ones like that one..." He gestured to the larger piece. "You know the ones that take up the whole of someone's back? It's like a real piece of artwork then..." he stated with a small smile. [/style]

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[Kyler Ian Haile]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] tonight before you fall asleep It would have been hypocritical of him to turn away someone for that, considering it was something he did. His own mentor had taken a chance with him, so he was willing to take a chance on someone else. Especially when he could see that the other man had a steady hand and he was a good artist. Ky nodded a little when Stryker stated that he had not had the resources to do things officially before. "The only reason I did was because I got lucky. My mentor found me when I went in to just buy the ointment for new tattoos. I had no interest in making it official, but he did not let me leave until I signed on as his apprentice," Ky said, smiling faintly at that fond memory. The man that had done that for him had become more like his father than his own father was. Some might have found it sad; but, Kyler did not. It was what it was, and he missed the old man that had turned his life around. He listened as Stryker talked about the different things he had done before. Ky was not sure if he believed it, but once he saw the other man try his hand at inking a peach or some leather, he'd make a final decision on that. Stryker could draw, yes; that did not mean he was actually gifted with a tattoo gun. Many artists tried and failed at becoming tattooists. It took a bit more patience. "Sleeves can be pretty difficult, but they're worth it in the end, in my opinion," Kyler stated with a nod. His own sleeve was a work in progress, and it was not one fluid piece. It was pretty much just random, meaningful designs that he was eventually going to have a friend piece together, but for the time being, it was just a scattered mess. A few of the pieces he had done himself, but most of them had been done by a friend, either before or after he had arrived at New Haven. Kyler looked over the designs that Stryker had drawn out and nodded a little before smiling a bit. "I think you could do well here with a bit of training," Kyler nodded a little as he spoke, grabbing a small booklet between the bookends on the desk behind the counter to hand to the other man. "You'll want to know that book inside and out. It's got all the terminology you'll need to know, as well as the names for everything you'll be dealing with.

[/b]" As he spoke, Kyler moved out from behind the counter, gesturing over to one of the work stations that was not occupied, which was obvious by the lack of photos or stickers on the mirror and objects on the counter top. "You'll be working there once you're deemed ready to actually work on customers." Kyler's own work station was easily identified not only by the Batman stickers, but the photo of himself and the shop manager from around the time the place opened. Plus, his cigarettes and Batman lighter were sitting there and a few empty Rockstar and Mtn. Dew cans. "Some of the guys near the windows won't care if you use their station if the customer would rather look outside than at the wall of the shop, but don't use the one on the front right side of the shop. He'll kick your ass." Kyler nodded a little, trying to remember if there was anything else he needed to tell the guy before actually starting anything. He would not do any of the training that day. There was too much to do. He had a returning customer showing up in about an hour and a half for some touch up work, which if he did the tattoo (or someone in the shop did), it was free to do touchups. Then he had a few younger customers coming in to get some piercings. Typically, he would not allow anyone of their age to get something; but, considering the lot of them had been fourteen for more than enough time to technically be of age, he would not think on it. It was difficult to get into that state of mind, however, thinking that just because someone looked twelve did not mean they were. He was still thrown for a loop when his ID stated how long he had been twenty one. It was just... odd. "So, uh... any questions or anything?"

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[Stryker Allen Simms]

December 2nd - 2:45 PM

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]816 WORDS FOR kyler; STRYKER IS WEARING THIS this could be interesting... LIVE [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Stryker nodded slightly as the other male stated that the only reason he had the training was because he'd gotten lucky. He wished he'd been lucky in life, of course the other male couldn't have been too lucky considering that he'd arrived here. "Sounds like a stubborn man with a good heart. Don't come across many of those in my personal experience," he stated simply, looking away from the other male. What no one knew about him was the fact that he'd been doing illegal tattooing for a long time. He'd stolen a gun from a guy who hadn't wanted to give him any tattoos... and had ordered the rest of the shit online with his mother's card. She'd never missed it, really. So long as he left enough for her to buy her cigarettes, liquor, and drugs. His first few attempts had been really shitty. Luckily, as he'd gotten better he'd covered up the worst of them. He'd had to get over the sight of his own blood pretty damn quick though... even going so far as to do tattoos on him in the mirror to hide the bruises that his father gave to him. Of course, that meant that for a while they were scabbed over a lot from where his father hit him and broke the scabbing process. But that had been years ago. When he'd been of legal age, he'd gone and had a professional redo everything. It had taken a while to do them all over again, with him sitting there telling the tattoo artist exactly how everything was supposed to go. But with all the practice on himself, he'd been pretty damn good on other people. He figured that Kyler would be surprised and pleased with how well he actually was. He nodded slightly as the other stated that sleeves could be difficult but were worth it in the end. "Yeah, they do look pretty cool, and like I said I've done a few before... I've not done many full sleeves, only one from shoulder to wrist that I've done. But it was still a long process." He shrugged slightly at the statement. He wasn't sure if the other male was actually just giving him the benefit of the doubt or just waiting for him to fuck up. Was he getting the job out of sympathy or because the male actually thought he had talent? He wasn't entirely sure, but there was one thing for sure... he was damn well attracted to his damn boss. He smiled as the other said he'd do well there with a bit of training. "Awesome," he stated easily, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants. When the other handed him a booklet, he reached out, taking it and began flipping through it and nodded slightly. Great, homework. "Memorize the book. Got it," It was a good thing he'd always been good at book-learning! He then noticed the other was moving out from behind the counter and dear god, that ass. He could have whined at the injustice of it all. He was looking even better now, but he forced himself to listen to what Kyler was saying and not how great his ass looked in those pants. He nodded as the other showed him where he would be working when he was deemed ready, smiling slightly. Better than an office cubicle any day of the week. Of course, the thought that someone would kick his ass for using his station made Stryker roll his eyes. Right. He'd like to see anyone try to kick his ass. He was a pretty good fighter... when the opponent wasn't his father. As the other male turned back to look at him and asked if he had any questions, Stryker couldn't help himself. He smirked slightly, resting a hand on his hip slightly. "Yeah, what is your policy on employees screwing around with one another?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Cause I'll tell you right now, Kyler... if you've got an issue with me thinking you're probably the hottest piece of ass I've seen in a good long time, then you probably don't want to hire me," he stated bluntly, watching the other male for his reaction. "To be totally honest, I've been thinking on how best to get you out of those clothes since I walked in the store and saw you," he added honestly, wondering if the other male would actually choose to fire him now. If he did, it would suck, 'cause this job seemed perfect for him, but he didn't want to be accused later of being some dishonest peeping stalker or something. Best to be upfront with his attraction... and his sexual orientation. [/style]

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[Kyler Ian Haile]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] tonight before you fall asleep "No, you really don't, not anymore, anyway," Kyler agreed with a shake of his head. It was sad how the kindness of people in general had deteriorated even over the short years that he had been alive. Sometimes he felt like he had been born into the wrong generation, but what could you do? Ky was not the type to give someone a job out of sympathy. The shop was his baby, and like hell was he going to risk its reputation on sympathy for a stranger. No, it did not work that way. If Ky had not been at least slightly impressed by what he saw drawing wise, he would not have agreed to officially train the other young man. It put his own license at risk. He had learned not to trust stories people told him, though, not until they were proven. Once he saw what Stryker could do on a piece of leather or a peach, he would be more apt to believe what the other man said he had done. It was not that he did not think the guy could do it; it was just that, well, Kyler had trust issues. His trust issues were just that much more extreme when it came to his baby. "Yeah, what is your policy on employees screwing around with one another?" At the question, Kyler's brow rose. Was he being serious? He was rather startled by the question, mostly because he had expected something a little more to do with the apprenticeship or something. "S'long as personal matters don't interfere with work, I don't care," he answered honestly. The only time it bothered him was when someone would continually expect the person they were messing around with to cover their shifts, or would hide a wrong-doing. As long as a professional relationship could be maintained in front of customers, it was whatever. The shop owner could not keep from laughing a little as Stryker continued, flicking his hair out of his eyes while crossing his arms over his chest. He always liked when guys were forward. It just made things that much easier since he never really knew how to approach people. He had not even had a moment to really think of Stryker that way, but after the man was fully honest, Ky took a moment to really look the other guy over. He had a very striking appearance, one that was unique and unforgettable. He was undeniably hot on top of that. Kyler was the type of person who more often than not had a bunch of flings and one-night stands. He was not fully sure if he should cross that barrier with a new employee, though. Stryker was really hot, though, and it had been quite a while since he'd hooked up with anyone. Ky absently toyed with his lip ring for a moment, flicking his hair back out of his eyes once again before saying, "With the door locked it probably would not take much. The back rooms have to have some kind of real use." Ky personally had never used the back rooms for anything like that before; but, he was not stupid and knew a few of his employees did. As long as there were no customers in the shop, he did not care. i run my thumb across your cheek words; 552. outfit; here. tagged; stryker notes; we'll pretend that wordcount is not terrible. ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM

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[Stryker Allen Simms]

December 2nd - 2:45 PM

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]662 WORDS FOR kyler; STRYKER IS WEARING THIS pretend the wordcount was better LIVE [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Stryker gave a faint nod as the other male stated that they really didn't come into contact with good men anymore. It really was a shame the downgrading of the character of people was going through time. It was very rare to find someone who wasn't cynical or just an outright asshole. It was hard to find anyone worthy of even a grain of trust anymore. At least everyone in New Haven had a single bond that they shared, whether they knew one another or not. They had all died, one way or another, they knew this and had accepted it enough to move on. Without family, previous friends, or anything of that nature. It was a big change for anyone, especially the younger ones, those still in school who were used to living with family. To suddenly be thrust into a place where you knew no one. It was hard on a kid, yet they all had made the most of it. Stryker's attention moved back to Kyler as the other arched an eyebrow at his question about employees screwing around with each other and he let his smirk cross back over his features, arching an eyebrow in return to the other male. He laughed at the answer that he got. "That's good. I'll be sure to mark that in my guidebook." Well, at least there was that, but now for the other half of his statement. Would the other male tell him to get the fuck out and never come back? A lot of people reacted to men with a sexual attraction to men like that. Especially other men who did not have a sexual attraction to men. Though as the other male seemed to debate over the issue in his head, Stryker found himself getting a bit more relaxed. If he had intended to send him away, surely it would already have been done, yes? He watched as the other toy with the lip ring that he was wearing, and it only made Stryker want that much more to pin the other male to a wall. And the other's habit of flicking his hair back was a bit teasing as well. As if the other male was just begging for him to grab hold of said hair and kiss him without thought or hesitation. And then he stated that if the door were locked then it wouldn't take much for him to get Kyler out of his clothes. His smirk broadened slightly as he stepped forward, glad that the two of them were pretty well matched in the height department and he leaned in, raising a hand to stroke over the other's cheek with the back of his fingers. "That's probably the best news I've heard all damned day," he stated with a faint laugh before he moved away. With that, he flipped the lock on the front door and turned the sign on the door so that no one would be pissy because the sign said that they were open. He turned towards the other male at this point, slowly striding forward as he reached down, tugging on the hem of his own shirt, easily pulling it up over his head as he strode towards the other male, pressing him back against a wall and crushed their lips together firmly, feeling the cool metal of both of their lip rings pressing against his mouth. He pulled away at this point, grabbing hold of Kyler's wrist and then proceeded to drag him towards the door that lead into the back room. Once behind the closed door, Stryker pushed the other male back against the wall once more. "Now, I suppose the only question I have left, boss is this: he kissed the other once more before pulling away with a smirk. "... do you prefer to drive or do you prefer to ride?" he asked with a smirk. [/style]

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[Kyler Ian Haile]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] tonight before you fall asleep He was not exactly sure how exactly he got into the situation he was in, but he could not seem to mind it in the slightest. Stryker was actually a really hot guy, and if the guy wanted a go... well, he would be a fool to pass that one up. He supposed it was not the most professional course of action; however, he had never claimed to be someone who was really professional. He laughed softly with a slight smile as Stryker said it was the best news he'd heard that day, somewhat surprised at the touch to the side of his face. He was not sure why it surprised him, but it did. He liked the feeling of the other man's touch a lot; though, that could have partly been because he had not actually been touched by someone in a long time in a way that was not purely platonic. It had been before he had arrived in New Haven. He had been much too much busy with the shop to really worry about things like that. It was practically impossible to find time to breathe, let alone worry about relationships or flings, between all the stuff he had to do and worry about. "Glad to make your day better, then," he commented with a slight smirk as he watched Stryker lock the door and turn the sign. Kyler flicked his hair out of his eyes as he watched the other man removing his shirt. Stryker's tattoos were pretty impressive, he noted. Guys with tattoos had always been a been a bit of a weakness for Ky. It just made them that much more attractive in his eyes. He grunted a little as his back it the wall, and he hummed faintly as Stryker's lips bressed against his own. He rested a hand on the back of the other man's neck to pull him even closer, only to laugh faintly as the kiss broke and Stryker began to lead him to the back. Kyler easily followed the tug on his wrist to the back room and he smirked as Stryker once again pinned him against the wall. He absently smoothed a hand over Stryker's chest as they kissed once again and he could not help but chuckle a bit when the newest member of the shop's question was asked. He leaned in and nipped at Stryker's lower lip, tugging on it lightly for a moment before releasing again. "'M a much better rider," he commented, nodding a little. "Think I'd really let you pin me against a wall twice if I wanted control?" If Kyler wanted more control in the situation, he would take it. He was not the type to often want to be more dominant, but there were occassions. Typically, to him, sex was about letting go of that control he had on basically everything else. He knew what he wanted and he went for it without hesitation. Sex was the only aspect in life he tended to let someone else get the upper hand or try to control his actions. "Think you can handle that?" Kyler smirked a little as he ran a hand over the other man's chest again, moving the hand higher up to rest his arm on Stryker's shoulder and toy with the other man's hair. i run my thumb across your cheek words; 554. outfit; here. tagged; stryker notes; ugh. word count will get better. >.< ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM

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[Stryker Allen Simms]

December 2nd - 2:45 PM

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]827 WORDS FOR kyler; STRYKER IS WEARING THIS this could be interesting... LIVE [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] Stryker had always been the kind of guy that everyone was attracted to. Even before coming to New Haven, he'd never really had a problem getting a date. Of course, he rarely gave second dates to anyone, he didn't get close to many people at all. However, for this hottie in front of him, he'd definitely stick around. Even the male's laugh was hot. God, just the sight of him had Stryker aching to see what lie beneath the other male's clothes. If it were legal, he'd walk around naked all the time, clothes were far to... constricting. He smirked slightly as the other stated that he was glad that he could make his day better. Stryker couldn't stop the slight chuckle, pressing more firmly against the other male with a low growl. "I guess I'll just have to repay the favor," he whispered against the other's ear. The feeling of the other's hand on his chest was rather delightful. The feeling of warmth. It had been far to long since he'd been able to be with someone. Even when he'd been alive, he'd been so busy recently that he hadn't had much time to go out chatting people up and bringing them home. Who would have thought that the first person who got into his pants in New Haven would have been his new boss five minutes after meeting him? God but he was hot. Stryker pressed their forms together again and smirked as Kyler nipped his lower lip and stated that he was a much better rider. Stryker smirked slightly at the next question. "You never know... sometimes people like to do both." He smirked slightly as he reached down, fingers toying with the hem of the other's shirt. He pushed his hands up over the other's clothed chest to push the other's jacket off of his shoulders, pulling it from the other's arms and tossing it onto a random fold-out chair. He tugged on the other's shirt once more and backed away enough to pull it up and over the other's hair, careful of the other male's hair and make-up. He took a moment to appreciate the other's torsoe before pressing their bare chests together once more, placing a hand on the smooth expanse of skin as he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against the other male's, pushing his tongue against the other's teeth fingers playing at the waistband of the other's pants - [/style]

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