morning in may [cola]

[dustin wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 1px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style] [STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]What a strange thing for the man to say. He hoped Dustin enjoyed being around him? Of course he did - Dustin admired and adored him to bits.. sighing lightly, the boy gently shook his head, staring at his teacher with a bit of confusion. Where did the man get such ideas that the boy didn't enjoy being around him. Dustin loved every moment he got to spend with his teacher. The man was.. just something so amazing - someone that he couldn't help but love and admire. .. Okay, maybe that was going a bit far. Lost in his thoughts, the boy didn't realize he had fallen silent, his body tucked against the other, his face still softly nuzzled against the man's neck. Heating up a bit.. he didn't let go. Dustin stayed in the spot, peeking up curiously with a weak smile. "I always want to spend time with you, Blue-Sensei." He spoke gently, using the polite terms for the local culture. Sighing lightly, he shifted and - with his chair against the other's - practically curled against the man. ".. I hope I don't steal too much of your time though. I know teachers spend hours at work and then doing papers for work.. ..then I steal what free time you do have.. 'msure your sweetheart gets angry.." He would be upset if sterling was his and someone took all his time, that is for sure. [/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[sterling blue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 000 · tags cola! · notes template change! ;;3;;[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]Sensei? The title caused the man to shift awkwardly in his seat, resisting the urge to comment. He knew he was in Japan. Sterling knew that Sensei was just a word for teacher in these places, but he always wished he could be called Mister or Professor instead. He primarily spoke English, after all. Japanese was the language he'd taken back in college and high school. Back then, he was the student, never the teacher. So he wasn't use to this whole Sensei deal. It caused his face to heat up. The man cleared his throat, trying to straighten himself as he wiped his hands off on his sweatpants, hardly caring if they got ruined by the grease of meaty breakfasts. "Sweetheart? No! Hardly. The only one I have back home waiting for me is my roommate. Who is a man. Who is my best friend... not a romantic interest," Sterling quickly tried to clear things up, his hands waving in front of him and wondering where the boy had got this idea that he had a sweetheart. Sterling had always been single, even back in his school years. He didn't see that changing. Never had he been the dating kind of guy. "Dustin, really, if I didn't want to spend my free time tutoring you, I'd tell you. I don't have much better to do." Dustin didn't need to feel bad about any of this. All of Sterling's free time outside of setting up schoolwork was spent playing video games. He had no life outside of being a teacher. [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[dustin wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 1px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style] [STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]"Really..? You seem like the kind of man to have a cute little wife waiting at home.." The boy smiled a bit, shocked the other didn't have someone - but glad his kind actions weren't stepping on toes. "You know, that ideal one guys always want. Cute lil petite wife with a happy smile and warm meal after work and a bath ready for you.." He shrugged a bit, but eyed him. That sort of family did suit the other.. but at the roommate comment he laughed. Well, at least he had friends! That was the important part after all. He was still too nice. Wasting all this time with Dustin. Not that the boy was complaining, he loved any moments the man spent with him. Because those moments were filled with Dustin smiling, laughing.. and feeling.. adored. Perhaps that was a bit forward, but it honestly was how he felt. He always felt so adored when around this man. Like he was worth something - it was a feeling he wasn't use to. "I still feel bad! .. making dinner for you will make up for it though!" He laughed lightly. "Since you don't have a little wife to cook it for you, I will~" [/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[sterling blue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 000 · tags cola! · notes template change! ;;3;;[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]There was no wife. Maybe in Sterling's dreams. But he'd never found a woman who liked him in that way before. There were woman who were more than happy to play around for the night, but it was only ever one night. It was never love. If there ever was a girl who loved Sterling, they sure did never tell him about it. But were there ever any women in the past who Sterling could say he loved? No... he'd never been the most loving boy growing up. "I don't need one of those! Isn't that all the stuff you do for me already? Besides readying a bath for me. You haven't done that one... yet," Sterling teased, sticking his tongue playfully out at the child as an immature gesture. "But it sure does sound like you're making me a hot meal. You're one step closer to being a wife, Dustin. You lucky boy." [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[dustin wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #cad7df; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: center; color: #494949;]  IAMAQUESTIONTOTHEWORLD[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]not a answer to be heard[/style][/style][/style]

[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]D[/style]ustin truly never got use to the man's teasing ways. Without thinking, the boy chirped that he could easily start a bath, but cut short as his face started to burn. What a bully! Glaring softly at the man, Dustin gave a weak shove to the other's shoulder before leaning forward and burying his face into said shoulder. "I am a boy. I will be a nice husband, jerk..". Still, the young one was smiling as he gripped the other's shirt and innocently nosed the cloth. It smelled like the man - a mixture of natural musk and aftershave. Staying there with his eyes closed, the boy gently bit the tip of his tongue, holding in the sigh that threatened to escape. He loved this smell - the warmth. He stayed close to the other, innocently nestled against him. He was so big compared to the small student - just wrapping his arms around him and the student was engulfed in warmth and the scent of this man. Is that how he would hold him? Tightly and secure, letting the boy hide his red, flustered face against his neck while those calloused hands ran down his pale ski- fuck. Dustin's eyes were wide now, pulling away slowly - though not completely - and gave a tiny smile.[/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]sexy beast sterling[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]whocares[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]pedoB([/style] [/style][/style]

[sterling blue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 000 · tags cola! · notes template change! ;;3;;[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]"You can't be the husband if I'm the husband, Dustin! Someone has to be the wife and I don't have the hips and legs to do that," Sterling pointed out, even motioning toward his legs. Leg. He only had one. A metal leg and one as thick as a tree trunk. No woman legs here. Dustin, on the other hand, was definitely small and thin enough to be a petite and cute woman. To Sterling, this hug was really just a hug. He didn't hug a lot of people aside from his brother though. So did that make Dustin like a little brother to him? In a way. Though his attachment to Dustin was a lot different than it was to Damien. A lot more... special, perhaps? A hand lifted to brush through Dustin's bangs when he pulled back. Even though Dustin pulled away, Sterling leaned forward to touch their foreheads together. "Unless there was someone else you were planning to get married to. A woman? Or a male more girly than even you." Sterling spoke teasingly, a wink to the child as he sat up straight again and leaned back comfortably in his chair. [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[dustin wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #cad7df; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: center; color: #494949;]  IAMAQUESTIONTOTHEWORLD[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]not a answer to be heard[/style][/style][/style]

[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]H[/style]e had to be the strangest man that Dustin had ever met. Just staring at the other, the boy frowned a moment, slowly shrugging his shoulders. Really, why were they talking about marriage again? It didn't help Dustin's current thoughts - nor the fact the other's face was mere inches from his. It would be so easy to lean in, to kiss him. Yet he never would be able to. Because, as much as he joked, Sterlin was straight. Dustin was..taken.. it was never meant to be. At least they could be friends though. So Dustin gave him a small smile. "I never plan to get married..it..its's not for me..". No one would want to be stuck with him for a life time. He knew that, but he tried not to think about it. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]sexy beast sterling[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]whocares[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]pedoB([/style] [/style][/style]

[sterling blue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 000 · tags cola! · notes template change! ;;3;;[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]Sterling, on the other hand, loved the idea of marriage. Too bad Dustin didn't. It was the teacher's dream to be married someday. Maybe round up a few kids and raise them. He did love children. That obviously was why he'd become a teacher. But he was much too angry and intense to teach elementary school children. They'd probably pee their pants at the sight of him. "Well, that's your own opinion though. Though I think you'd make a beautiful wife- ... husband. And anyone who had you would be lucky indeed," Sterling attempted to stroke the other's confidence with his honest opinions. Dustin was easily Sterling's favorite student. He loved the kid to pieces. Dustin had a boyfriend, didn't he? Sterling thought he did, but he was really awful with all of the dating going around. He couldn't even get himself a date, much less keep up with everyone else's. If he did, they were a lucky boy- or girl. He thought it was a boyfriend, but he didn't want to be held to that thought [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[dustin wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #cad7df; height: 40px; padding: 7px; width: 400px; float: right; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; border-radius: 50px 0 0 50px; height: 40px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-weight: 100!important; text-align: center; color: #494949;]  IAMAQUESTIONTOTHEWORLD[/style][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]not a answer to be heard[/style][/style][/style]

[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f 7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]S[/style]terling wasn't going to let up about this was he? Breathing in slowly, the boy nuzzled against the man's jaw softly. He was far too gentle. A weak laughter escaped Dustin as he sweetly nosed against the curve of the man's jaw, a content sigh escaping him. In truth, Dustin did want children. They were beautiful and he wanted nothing more then to have a sweet child to allow him to hold them close and call him daddy with love in their voice. He couldn't imagine really having such a thing though. he wasn't good enough to have a child. He was too unsure of himself, too nervous and emotional. Lost in his thoughts, the boy hardly realized he was snuggled against the other, almost curled in the man's lap more then his own chair now. He was just so content. Giving a slow sigh, Dustin seemed to settle and almost fall asleep against the other. He wasn't really sleeping though, just completely calm. It was strange for the boy - it no doubt looked strange too. He was always so tense - during class and tutoring. Like there was something on his mind, eating at him. Such a nervous, jumpy boy. For once though, he was content. His whole body seemed laxed, the only muscle actually working were his fingers that gently held onto the man's shirt. Softly, the boy gave a whisper of 'thanks..' towards the compliment. He didn't seem like he was ready to move any time soon.[/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 125px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TAGS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]sexy beast sterling[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORDS[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px;]whocares[/style][style=background-color: #cad7df; color: #4ecdc4; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOTES[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase;]pedo B([/style] [/style][/style]