Masquerade [Amary & Hideki] (Private)

[-Hideki-]

Cole Stoneworth

Gender: male

Age: 24 years

Height: 1,81m

Eye colour: grey

Hair colour: blond

Sexual Orientation: homosexual

Occupation: law student

Biography:

Cole whose father died while his mum had been pregnant with their third kid grew up in a household with an alcoholic abusive mother who thought that he was cursed and at fault for what had happened to her husband. Mistreating and neglecting her kids Cole and his siblings got taken away from her by the government when the boy had been five years old.

Not only got he separated from his siblings but it followed a history where he was passed from one home to another in the foster care system, had to spend time in an orphanage, then got into foster care again and with this circle establishing itself in his unstable, unsafe life without a home or someone to care for him the boy formed other bad habits too, many of which as protection mechanisms.

 

At the age of 13 he was rebellious, had bad grades in school, skipped school altogether and regularly got into fist fights, got caught stealing things because he wouldn’t get them from his foster parents and was on his way going down the wrong path in life.

It was a blessing for the boy though when he had to attend an appointment with his social worker because she had to find him another family once more as he had been thrown out of his current home for having beaten up his foster brother. He had too been lucky that she yelled at him with an open door as to why he made them trouble all the time and him shouting back at her that it wasn’t his fault when this prick of a foster brother had verbally and physically attacked him for being gay and that he had merely defended himself because this had been overheard by a gay couple, a neurosurgeon and a policeman, who had wanted to adopt a baby originally but then decided after some reconsideration that they’d give the mistrusting, foul mouthed, troublemaking teenager a chance.

 

And although Cole had cost them a lot of nerves at the beginning it was getting better as the teen who had moved into their large, beautiful home, a home in a way the boy had only ever seen them in movies, was starting to trust them more when he realised they indeed had good intentions, didn’t mean no harm and wouldn’t mistreat him. His grades got better, his behaviour and attitude as well and although the trauma he had suffered remained he tried to be a decent son and deserve the care and love he was suddenly shown unconditionally and he felt a lot of pride when he was able to tell his dads that he had made it into the elite university in their city what was also practical because he could still comfortably live at home and there’d not be any additional expenses for an apartment or a place in the dorm.

 

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There was a faint, pathetic blow of wind entering through the ripped open window of the large, neat house in the wealthy part of the city. A grunting noise came from the young man who was sitting behind his desk lying face down on his law book. He startled, taking his blond head up rapidly, the sweaty pale skin sticking on the pages of the book making an icky noise when skin and paper was separated. Cole Stoneworth rubbed his light grey eyes and wiped his mouth realising that he must have collapsed onto his book from exhaustion. His eyes wandered to the clock immediately, seeing that it was already late afternoon. It was Sunday. A hot Sunday. Damn it why did it have to be that hot outside? It didn’t make focussing and learning and being energetic any easier when your boxers were sticking on your arse and your arse was sticking on the chair.

 

The law student had studied and done work for university all Saturday until he had granted himself some hours of sleep but as soon as he had gotten up again he had disappeared in the bathroom for his morning routine and had then gone back to the books and the studies. He hadn’t done his hair, which was a complete mess for that reason and he had even turned down his dad’s blueberry pancakes, not having the time to have breakfast with his fathers. Ultimately the pancakes had magically appeared on his desk anyway and were now taking away quite some space but when he had seen them it had made the blond smile widely nonetheless.

 

And now his eyes moved back to those pancakes knowing that it wouldn’t lead anywhere if he tried to continue without a break at that point. Having passed out on his book definitely was prove of that. He needed a break. And he wanted to change residence into the refrigerator. Seriously, how had he ever survived without air condition before? Theirs had been broken since three days now and it was driving them crazy. His dad had made an appointment with a technician who had been supposed to repair it but his father had gotten impatient and had tried to fix it himself and by doing so had fucked up the thing even more, thus when the technician had arrived he didn’t have what he needed to fix this disaster with him anymore and they had to make another appointment with him because he had to order the correct items first. It had been a mess and now they were roasting in their own home, brilliant.

 

Cole got up from the seat and went to the window for a moment, leaning outside. It didn’t help one bit. Just that the bloody sun was burning on his skin additionally. Disappointed he turned his back on the view into their garden with the pool, the barbecue area and the summerhouse and not to forget Cookie’s dog house. Stepping away from the window he turned on the TV and grabbed the plate with the pancakes letting himself fall onto his bed wearing just his boxers and some tank top which, considering how hot it was, still seemed too much. Sitting there eating his breakfast in the afternoon the blond allowed his brain a break for a moment, following some dumb show that was playing on the TV screen sloppily feeling a sting of guilt for not forcing himself to keep studying.

 

His ambitions were high. He wished to become a judge one day and if he wanted to achieve that, to play a part, to make a difference, to have an impact, he had to do the best he could. This however wasn’t the main reason as to why he was being over the top, he too didn’t want to disappoint his dads, he wanted that they could be proud of him. Wanted to become a man worth of the chance they had given him, worth of what they had and were investing into him. They were paying the bills for him to go to university after all and he was incredibly grateful for that hence he shall not only give 100% but 150%. But it was taking a toll on him. Not only the sleep deprivation but his social and private life too! He hadn’t gone out in …. well… when had he gone out with his friends the last time anyway? While his friends were enjoying themselves, attending one party after the other he had been declining one invitation after the other until no one had asked him anymore assuming that his answer would be ‘I’m sorry, I’d love to but I need to study.’ as usual.

 

And then there was another thing he too hadn’t done in an eternity, leaving him kind of horny and pent up all the time not to mention that he had nowhere to take out the stress. Heck, he hadn’t even properly jerked off in a while. If he did it was more like:”I have no time for this shit, let’s get it over with so I can focus on my work again.” As if drawn by the realisation that he was probably the most sexually frustrated guy in his class he was putting away the empty plate where the pancakes had once been on that had disappeared in his stomach in no time and was picking up his phone from the bedside table, opening that app he had downloaded eons ago.

 

He saw that he had had some notifications and quickly brushed them over. It wasn’t as though Cole thought that anything would come from checking that app again nor did he take that dating app kind of thing seriously. The blond man just had his moments, mostly when he was sitting down in front of the TV, where he grabbed his phone and casually swiped and scrolled through that app.

This had never led to anything and between dick pics, empty small talk, offers to pay him for sex, offers of having sex and hilariously awkward dirty talk he knew that nothing was to ever come from that thing but at least it was entertaining.

 

Maybe if he had been different this would have actually gotten him what he needed right now. Some rough fucking session, to leave out his stress and frustration on some bloke’s luscious arse but there was a problem, Cole was not the type for anonymous sex or one night stands. He couldn’t do that. He mistrusted people he didn’t know too much to be that close to them physically, to have them touch him. It would freak him out. Alarm him internally. Set him off. Even if he knew nothing bad would happen. He had to know the person he slept with. Know who it was and consider him trustworthy enough to be comfortable around him. Hence what he actually wanted was a real relationship, a boyfriend, a connection again. Well, that was the ideal. It’d also be enough to have a friends with benefits type of situation, really, he just needed to fuck.

 

Scrolling through the app he stumbled upon some man’s profile and he just randomly clicked on it. He was hot, no doubt about that. He seemed to know that he was too judging by the picture that he was seeing there. It was the profile that actually managed to spark an interest though. It was witty. Witty and rather charming. He honestly had not expected that. The blond had expected something flat and shallow. Well, that much for one shall never judge a book by its cover. He almost felt ashamed for thinking this guy was all about the muscle but not brain just by looking at him. Grinning at rereading the profile he figured he could at least try. There was nothing to lose after all.

 

And then he waited laying the phone next to himself on the bed looking back at the TV show where some shy high-school guy was asking out a pretty girl and was turned down with a hysteric laugh. Talking about signs of destiny? He felt and it left him chuckling, shaking his head. Then there was a sound coming from his phone though and he took it back up, staring at the display – it was a match!

[AmaryllisRose]

Please forgive any mistakes and the length; I may have gotten a little carried away and went off on unnecessary tangents D:

 

 

Name: Cedar A. Ripley

 

Gender: Male

Age: 22 years

Height: 5’7.85” (He’s almost there!)

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Black

 

Sexual Orientation: Gay

 

Occupation: Pre-vet student

 

Personality: Generally very outgoing and someone who actively tries to connect with other people. Although he is about 70% extrovert, he does enjoy his quiet, alone time as well. Has a bad habit of running his hands through his hair 10 times a minute when he’s nervous. Working on his self-confidence.

Likes: Animals (that’s why he wants to spend a lifetime saving them), desserts and a good debate

Dislikes: Narcissistic assholes, the cold, pineapple

Hobbies: Drawing, hiking, baking and photography

 

Background:

 

He’s always had a difficult relationship with his own body. It doesn’t help that his whole step-family are all stunning blonds while he had been the only one to inherit his late mother’s dark hair and pale, often sickly looks. His step-family is extremely kind to him and treat him like he belonged, and he appreciates it a lot, but growing up with a family of people who don’t look like him, and for the most part don’t act like him was… different, to say the least.

 

There were phases in middle school when he tried to eat more so he could grow as tall and healthy looking as his athletic step-brother Sawyer. It didn’t work; just made him sick from overeating. Then in the first few years of highschool he began to experiment with bleaching his hair. Another disaster. Whatever cheap box-dye bleach he was using gave him a terrible skin reaction and he was rushed to the hospital with half bleached, straggly hair. The doctors hacked off half of it to make sure more of it didn’t irritate his skin.

 

In the summer after his sophomore year he decided to join a sleep-away, outdoor camp where he, a group of other highschoolers and the counselors spent close to 3 months in the wilderness, living life amongst nature. They climbed rocks (more like huge boulders and small cliffsides), which he swore helped him grow taller, went hiking and swam around in a river with the clearest water he had ever seen. Campfires were lit and fishing commenced. Those days were the greatest and happiest; it was before all the busy preparations a junior in highschool had to do for college apps, and then finally the stressful college application days of senior year.

 

There he met one of his closest friends to this day, Landon Angier. Handsome. Blond. Great smile. There he had finally realized his sexuality; when the sight of other guys playing around in the water, their bodies shimmering with moisture made his heart pound like a drum and a certain heat gather below his stomach. There he had found out that Landon was like him, and it took away the scariness and suddeness of the discovery by maybe half.

 

When he had returned, it was time for school again and he really was carried away by all the things he had to do in preparation for college. He worked his ass off because he had finally decided on what he wanted to do as a future career --become a veterinarian-- on that trip when the group stumbled upon a dying red wolf, an endangered species, body embedded with the multiple bullets of some souless person.

 

After getting accepted into the school of his dreams, with a partial scholarship for the tuition as well, he was ecstatic. Although his parents were initially concerned about him being so far away from home (a few hours by plane), he reassured them that he would be responsible and this was what would make him happy. And so, he was able to attend that school with the excellent veterinary medicine program. During his stay, although he was able to make some friends, he still felt quite lonely. He decided to download an app for meeting new… potentially viable partners(?)

 

 

*Around a month before summertime*

 

Ughhh!!!!!!!!!!

 

-block-

 

What’s up with all these guys sending dick pics as a greeting? He’d much rather have a stupid corny pickup line slide into his messages instead; at least then he could send one just as bad back.

 

Boop.

 

Ah, another match? Ooh, this one doesn’t look like a douchebag.

 

“Bitch, why you on here with your looks? But if you’re horny I’ll accept $50 for a night ”

 

Wrong again.

 

“As if you’re worth $50, I’ll just spend it on a bottle of wine instead; that’ll actually make me feel good.”

 

-block-

 

Cedar sighed. This dating thing, or rather, finding-a-date-first thing was hard. He could make friends, sure, but it was hard to take the next step. Plus he didn’t really have a good sense about who was actually into guys or not, and it seemed anyone viable he actually knew in person was already taken.

 

Boop.

 

“Hey, you’re pretty cute.”

 

Woah, actually???

 

“Wanna fuck?”

 

Hmm.

 

“How about getting to know each other first?”

 

“Haha bye”

 

As expected.

 

The walk sign turned white and Cedar put away his phone as he crossed, looking up into the dark sky, the almost full moon shrouded by wispy clouds. Ah, he felt so lonely. Even though he was returning to a dormitory of friends. Even though everyone at university was really nice and friendly.

 

“Ah!”

 

Cedar bumped into a person.

 

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going!” Cedar immediately apologized.

 

He glanced at the man he bumped into and his face turned from one of apology and concern to a happy kind of surprised.

 

“L-Landon?!”

 

The blond quickly looked up as well and immediately smiled that blinding smile of his again. “Cedar!”

 

“It’s been so long!”

 

“Yeah, we really should have exchanged contact info after camp was over. I’m so glad we got to reunite after so long!”

 

“Damn, want to go to a cafe or something to catch up?”

 

“Definitely, have you been to Charlatte’s Cafe before?”

 

“No, I haven’t, is it near?”

 

“Yeah, it’s right around the corner. Let’s go grab a drink and maybe a snack too.”

 

Cedar followed Landon as he led the way to Charlatte’s Cafe. He examined the back of his friend and was surprised that Landon’s hair was even shinier and brilliant than he had remembered during camp. His adolescence had done wonders and he had truly turned into a fine specimen.

I bet if he was on that app, people would be blowing up his phone.

 

Cedar slid his phone out and snapped a picture of his back, his golden hair glinting in the streetlights, reflecting in the most beautiful way.

 

Ahh… wish I had hair like that.

 

“--,-----------?”

 

“Hm? Cedar?”

 

Landon turned, exposing the elegance of his straight nose, and the arch of his neck on which a simple pendant strung on a black string hung.

 

-Snap-

 

Cedar couldn’t help but take another picture.

 

“Oh, sorry, you’re looking great today, couldn’t help myself!” Cedar laughed a little embarassedly.

 

“Oh? Then go ahead and take a few more~” Landon struck a few obnoxious poses like he was modelling for a photoshoot.

 

Cedar grinned and did take a few more.

 

--

 

At the cafe he showed the pictures to Landon and they laughed at the silly ones together.

 

“Ooh, but that one you took makes me look super cool!” Landon pointed at the candid of him turning around.

 

“Yep, you sure aged well.” Cedar teased.

 

“Hah, of course I do,” Landon said proudly, taking his comment in stride.

 

“Can you send these photos to me?”

 

“Of course.”

 

Landon ordered himself a Charlatte, the shop’s specialty and a croissant. Cedar opted for one of those delectable looking black forest cakes and some earl grey go with. As they ate, they caught up on what each of them had been during.

 

Turns out Landon actually attended a university that held a collaborative program with his school. Although the two schools were relatively close, Landon was studying for a Master’s in International Relations and that meant he and the medical department of the other university rarely made contact.

 

Catching up with such a good friend felt great. Although they had only been friends for less than 3 months, they seemed closer than friends of more than 5 years. Just talking with him was relaxing and took away much of the frustration he had been having with the dating app he had been using was fading away.

 

If I was half as attractive as him I bet I could hook a good one no problem. At the end of the day, the first thing people go for are always the looks.

 

After talking for a while, the two parted ways with numbers exchanged and plans to meet again soon.

 

--

*Beginning of summer*

 

Boop.

 

“Fuck!”

 

 

Cedar threw his phone at the ground.

 

“That’s all they want to do!”

 

He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling before reacting too late to the sickening crack his phone had made. “Fuck fuck!!!”

 

Why did he throw that at the stony ground from the top-bunk?!

 

He quickly jumped off and lifted his phone up from the floor.

 

Yikes.

 

Pieces of glass crushed glass flaked off from the larger chunks of the screen.

 

He pressed the power button. Nothing.

 

Great! Just great!

 

--

 

If not having his phone did anything, it got his mind off of the stupid app (he really didn’t know why he bothered to keep on using it!) and he went out once or twice with friends to have some real, live conversations.

 

At the club he had a nice chat with a cute bartender, but he didn’t seem very into Cedar, so that was that. He tried to muster up the courage to talk up an attractive guy from a nearby college, but he was snatched away by some undergraduate before he was even able to go over.

 

Finally he’d had enough fun and just decided to leave. After returning to the dorms, he lay flat on his bed and closed his eyes. He didn’t really understand why he was so desperate to find someone. He had Landon, and Charlie who had several of the same lectures as him. And Bella who was truly a sweet girl. But they were still friends. A part of him aches to share the deepest, darkest and most intimate parts of his thoughts and body with someone else. Someone who’d accept them all.

 

Or maybe he was just sexually deprived and just needed a good fuck.

 

Ugh. Definitely replacing my phone tomorrow. Heck his 16 year old step-sister had even found a boyfriend before he did!

 

Not fair.

 

—

 

Cedar came home with his new phone and after restoring all the data he could, he went back to the app. It asked him to either login or signup and he hesitated over the login before pressing “signup”.

 

Time to start anew he thought.

 

For his name he went with Alexis, leaving his last name only as the initial R. When it came to photos, he scrolled through his photo library, hand pausing over the pictures he had taken of Landon that night, before quickly selecting a few of them including the one where he was half-turned towards the camera and hitting confirm. He ran his hand through his hair a few times before completing the profile as he usually did, throwing in a few jokes and some statements he hoped would initiate interest and conversation.

 

There.

 

He ran his hand through his hair a few more times before looking through the men in the discover function before selecting many who, after reading their profiles seemed to be to his taste. Afterwards he quickly willed himself NOT to look at his phone and to go study for an hour or two.

 

Would this work?

 

—

 

After he finished reviewing the materials needed for his upcoming exam, he purposefully organized his room, then watched some YouTube on his laptop, for some reason thinking the longer he waited, the more successful he would be at finding someone. After all, good things come to those who wait, right?

 

Finally he let himself grab his phone and take a look.

 

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Almost every guy he swiped right for seemed to have matched him back! These were more matches than he often got in a week! He went through the list. A few had already sent him a message and he looked through them, thinking about what to respond with. He still got the occasional dick pic greeting, but a lot of them now were a nice message instead; a lot more thoughtful than the things he’s seen before. A few other matches seemed to be waiting for him to make the first move, and so he did after taking a quick look at their profile and pictures to get a sense of what they would like.

 

One of the matches was a blond with the most striking grey eyes he had ever seen. In one photo his hair was slicked to the side and his gorgeous eyes were obscured by the reflective lenses of a pair of aviators. He looked kind of... scary at first glance, with the way his tattoos we showed off by how his arm was positioned. Actually, no not scary really...just dangerous... dangerously sexy? Did he have a kink he didn’t know he had? Probably.

 

However after reading his profile, the guy actually seemed pretty nice, and he really gave off that hardworking vibe.

 

A law student?

 

It might be risky but he decided to be a little serious and start off with a question that would test his values.

 

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you. Quick question: in 2018 there was a case where two endangered species of Key Deer were found shot and beheaded on a man’s property he claimed to encompass part of the forest behind his house. He was brought into court but made the claim that since the deer were on his property, they were his property. How would you judge this case?”

 

Ugh, this seems so... not a great pickup line. But whatever, fucking up just one wouldn’t matter much! He had plenty of others waiting for his message back after all!

[-Hideki-]

Chances that Mr. Nordic god meets supermodel would actually find Cole to be to his liking as well had been 50% to 50% and now that he actually got a match with this man the blond was thinking about what would be a good opener for a conversation. The blond didn’t like small-talk and he wasn’t good at it either, then again he was also not exactly brilliant when it came to starting conversations. He could have deep and decent conversations but he had difficulty getting to that point with people, to get anywhere with them, for them to warm up to him and vice versa. Although he was not shy and fairly confident he was reserved around strangers so he didn’t really have much practice when it came to opening conversations.

 

It seemed as though he wouldn’t have to because almost immediately after he had gotten the match he got a message too and it wasn’t just a random ‘Hi’ that one didn’t know what to reply to other than to say ‘Hi’ back. What he read there left him staring at the screen blankly though. What. Was. That. ?. Well, it was a conversation opener which was more than he had come up with after all but at the same time it was peculiar to say the least. He read the paragraph of text he had gotten there another time and this time he began to chuckle shaking his head slightly looking over to the law book that was still laying on his desk and that he had forced himself to back away from for just a few hours. It seemed though that the subject of law was hunting him, was clinging onto him like his best friend Seth’s ex-girlfriend Linda had done. Law was his Linda. Just without the obnoxious high-pitched voice, the nose that seemed too tiny for her face after the nosejob she had gotten done and the obsessively straightened hair.

 

>>And there I thought that I was just taking a break from my studies for once.

 

He typed back to the unusual flirting technique of this astonishingly handsome bloke who either was studying law too or had a job tied to the justice system and hence an interest in those questions or was an animal rights activist. Then again he could also be the son of a billionaire who was a hunter and liked trophy hunting endangered species and was in the Republican Party. Well, the last one was a tad less likely he supposed.

 

>> If you want my free legal advice and opinions you’ve gotta at least invite me to a tea though

 

The law student was jesting, trying to get a more flirtatious and playful vibe into the incredibly endearing message about a dude who apparently got off on beheading deer for the fun of it. Cole then decided to actually engage in this and to answer to the block of text he had gotten there in a serious manner and to not just joke around.

 

>> To judge this case I am lacking information and insight into it. A legal sentence has to be based on a profound understanding of the case and one has to take into account all details, circumstances and evidence to judge according to the law.

This was what he honestly thought. To base off judgement on the bit that he had been given there would actually disqualify him as a judge to be or so he believed. This man after all had asked him how he was to judge this case and a judge had to interpret the law in all conscience. He had not been asked what his personal opinion on that case was which didn’t matter from a legal standpoint but probably interested someone who potentially wanted to date him more than how he’d behave if he was a judge.

 

And in his personal opinion something or someone what or who accidentally got onto the property of a person didn’t automatically become their property as well. He remembered that in one of the foster homes he had lived a remote-controlled toy helicopter of the neighbour’s boy had been blown over onto the foster family’s property due to a strong wind gust. Cole had found it and he had started to play with it and had wanted to keep it even without the remote-control but the foster parents had demanded he’d give it back to the neighbour’s boy because it was his and not theirs.

 

Not to mention the needless violence in that case. The deer was not dangerous. And apparently the guy hadn’t even wanted to eat it and had just killed it for the sake of killing it. And why had he chopped off the deer’s head? Well, he’d have definitely asked the man that amongst other things.

 

>> And after considering all facts and circumstances we’d see if the ‘Stand your ground’ law applied to invading deer on ones property too or whether it’s only fair game to shoot unwanted people who are on your property.

 

The blond typed in an attempt to joke around and appear funny and casual but when his eyes flew over what he had written he immediately regretted having send this. What if the other didn’t get that this had been supposed to be a joke? He’d probably think he’d be a moron or just a jerk.

 

>> It was supposed to be joke.

 

He added quickly.

 

>> Just wanted to clear that up.

 

It followed not even a second later.

 

>> Admittedly maybe not my best joke ever….

 

Cole typed and let the phone sink, rubbing the bridge of his nose. If the guy thought he was a moron now he might wasn’t that wrong or was he? He was a sleep-deprived, clumsy moron who made cynic jokes not considering that many people didn’t find something like that funny or even offensive.

 

>> If you don’t ghost me you’ll see that I can actually be really cheerful and the funny kind of funny. Promise.

 

The law student assured the other man. He had no idea as to why he was even trying to keep him from ghosting him or that he was this interested in keeping the conversation going considering that this bloke was an oddball to begin with but maybe that was the point. Maybe this unique approach, that unusual type of question that positively stuck out amongst the shallow small-talk, the ‘are you hung?’, ‘what is your dick size?’ kind of questions and the ‘I want you to ravage me and pound me senseless’ kind of messages was what made him interested to keep this conversation up, to want to be able to see where this would lead. The man had made him curious, simple as that!

 

>> So, are you a law student too or work in the justice system?

 

He asked, adding another question immediately.

 

>> Or are you perhaps some kind of animal rights activist or something?

 

>> Tell me something about yourself?