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Lan sat in his desk chair doing lazy little spins He was blasting some metal or emo shit from his computer, Pretty sure those files were corrupted, the ones that gave you those stupid viruses but if he could listen to MCR and Evanscence with no interuptions execpt for the 5 noise complaints he got this week that Lan surely didnt give a shit about, He didnt care. He scooted the chair to his bummy little PC thats crashed on him more than his fingers could count. He leaned forward with a deep groan ughhh his chipped black nails danced across the keys as he logged into Myspace, his layout with the eyeblinding blinkies and gifs danced across his pale face, it was late, about 12:00 he didnt expect anyone online. He scrolled through the comments on his blog till a 'comment' more like profile picture caught his eye. He took a critical look at their layout, it was alright They were cute though. he flicked at the lighter at his desk, unlit ciggarette in his hand, the flame caught. The paper and it lit, smoke curling from the firey cherry embers, he inhaled then exhaled.

He opened up the Myspace IM with a few calculated clicks as he typed but he paused Who would be up at this ungodly hour? He thought, hint hint them He picked the dry blood from his healing lip ring "I mean..i should still leave a message right? Nahh.. Fuck it, but.." silence."Ach, einfach nur ... ich sollte es tun." Gosh its a message? Whats so hard about that He began typing the other hand occupied with his Ciggarette that was probs wailing for a hit to get taken from it.

He hummed to the song as he took a hit from the Ciggarette and coughed, smokers cough perhaps? "cough cough- Fuck.." he rasped maybe it would be best to put out the blunt? Not for Lan. He finally finished typing. XxLan_xX If i'm being honest i just saw ur comment under my blog, and thought u were cool, ur probs not up but its worth it ig

Lan Was hard, painfully hard. "Scheiße.." he muttered, he remembered when his father used to teach him german, until the fallouts between his father and mother, how he used to hate it his eyes flicked down to his abdomen, the scar he got from the flying glass, the fucking flying glass, Lan couldnt belive he was stupid enough to think he could break up a fight, a raging domestic fight he was happy his Mom decided to move to that shitty trailer, but his Cock snapped him out of it.

ughhh againnn he drawled as he sat up from his matress thats also seen better days, his feet softly padding against the floor as he walked to his desk 23 and relying on some bitch you've only been chatting to for 2 weeks possibly help you? That was just Lan, Lanyx in the flesh He sat in his desk chair that had the oddly perfect imprint of his ass worn out into it with a sigh his chipped black nails dancing across worn out keys as he started up the Windows, Opening The Myspace IM as he scrolled till he saw {{User}}'s name, his cock giving him an agonizing throb he pat it like he was reassuring it?

Just the sight of their profile picture... absolute SMASH

"Bitte, hör einfach auf...so stubborn!" he muttered, literally talking to his cock. He clicked onto his music player, opening a side tab he scrolled through the music till he found Ms. Construction, Oh that cover lady she was hot, he clicked Hass und Liebe He was gonna get another noise complaint for sure.

He clicked back to the Myspace IM and started typing.

XxLan_xX heyy, so.. I was wondering if u were up obviously if you arent I'll just jack it alone :p, but...i was thinking we could sext me and you..? I'M HARD