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War of 1812
we won so fuck off
The War of 1812 (which lasted from 1812 to 1814) was a military conflict between the United States and Great Britain. As a colony of Great Britain, Canada was swept up in the War of 1812 and was invaded several times by the Americans. The war was fought in Upper Canada, Lower Canada, on the Great Lakes and the Atlantic, and in the United States. The peace treaty of Ghent (1814), which ended the war, largely returned the status quo. However, in Canada, the war contributed to a growing sense of national identity, including the idea that civilian soldiers were largely responsible for repelling the American invaders. In contrast, the First Nations allies of the British and Canadian cause suffered much because of the war; not only had they lost many warriors (including the great Tecumseh), they also lost any hope of halting American expansion in the west, and their contributions were quickly forgotten by their British and Canadian allies (seeFirst Nations and Métis Peoples in the War of 1812).
"So, I suppose you saw it," Aron spoke gloomily, while fiddling with the glass Limitles had filled to the brim with the strongest booze he could find around the house.
"Yeah," Limitles swallowed hard. "What ... what happened? You two seemed ... happy."
It was hard to speak. It hurt to speak. But now was not the moment to focus on his own feelings. Aron was hurting much more.
"Ah, for so long," Aron sighed, "I've just felt like living with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Apparently, the bad guy is winning. For now. And only a few weeks back, we seemed to be well on the mend."
"What did you two fight about?" Limitles continued, carefully.
"What didn't we fight about?" Aron said, his voice edging on sorrow. "Can you believe that we haven't even had proper sex for weeks now? Ever since you woke up from that coma ... Ah, I thought I'd never be able to say I'm sick of oral, but ... Sorry, I'm not supposed to get into so much detail with my straight best friend."
Limitles could feel his heart clenching painfully in his chest and he touched Aron's hand slowly.
"I'm ... trying, you know?" his friend spoke again. "To be a good husband. But I guess that, somehow, I'm still doing something wrong. Alex has, sometimes, the most extravagant requests and I try ..."
"Like expensive cars?" Limitles could not help it.
Aron shrugged.
"If only. He's ... very challenging, emotionally speaking. He needs to be loved, but he doesn't want to be hugged. He wants to be called cute nicknames, but he doesn't want to walk hand in hand in the park. He ..." Aron stopped with a small huff. "And I'm just ... trying to make sense of everything. And I know that, somehow, it's still my fault."
Limitles could not stand this. Not seeing his best friend beating himself up over some fashion addict with a penchant for torturing every living soul in his path.
"It's not your fault," he said with determination, his hands curling into fists, pressed against his thighs.
"Thanks, buddy," Aron took a sip of the strong drink and grimaced, but in a way that told Limitleshe was actually enjoying the burn in his throat. "I appreciate it. But that still doesn't change anything. And I know that it must be my fault. Most of the time, he seems ... just the guy I fell in love with, but then ..."
"Stop it," Limitles said, his voice abrasive and on the point of breaking.
"I've always been perfect to you, haven't I?" Aron chuckled. "You used to tell me that. I did feel flattered. Who doesn't want to hear that? But being the perfect friend does not equal being the perfect husband. And I have a lot of work to do for that."
"No," Limitles said, more sharply this time. "It's not you."
It's Alex. Aka the douchebag.
You can't tell him that. He'll only shut down on you.
"You are perfect," he added.
Aron exhaled and smiled fondly.
"Eh, I suppose I can let you tell me that a few more times. I definitely need the encouragement. And I need to find a way to get Alex back and ..."
No, no, no, no, no! Do something! Now!
What the hell should I do?
Do it! Stop dallying! He's going to say next that he needs to beg that asshole to take him back! Don't allow that! Shut him up!
"Ah, um, ah," he barely managed.
"Are you okay, buddy?" Aron asked, taken aback by his friend's distress. "So sorry. I shouldn't burden you with my problems, I should just head back and ..."
Limitles knew what he had to do, with so much clarity that for a split of a second, he wondered how come he hadn't thought about it. He moved fast, closing the distance between them, grabbing Aron by the shoulders and ...
Kissing him.
Aron's mouth tasted of home. Of strong booze, too, but most than anything, of home. He angled his head, brushing his lips against the other's, sticking out his tongue and licking the beautiful full lips gently.
And that was only meant to make him thirstier, because it was the only right thing right now that he could do, so he pressed more, wanting Aron to open his mouth and kiss him back.
But Aron pulled away. Not brusquely, not in shock, but gently and firmly.
"You're trying to comfort me, right?" he said slowly, putting one hand on Limitles' shoulder.
"I'm trying to kiss you," Limitles shook his head and leaned in for another kiss.
"Wait," Aron mumbled, the squeeze on Limitles' shoulder increasing.
"No," limitles said stubbornly and pressed his lips against Aron's once again.
I'm so done waiting.
Aron's mouth was hesitant, and opened slowly, allowing the kiss, yet still not an active participant. Limitles moved to straddle Aron's lap, trying hard not to break the connection. He must have looked silly, struggling to put one leg over Aron's thighs.
But it was Aron who helped him get into position, so to speak, and soon, two strong hands were on his back, and one very determined tongue, this time around, was in his mouth.
Ah, damn, he loved Aron's kisses. But if you could still recall, when he had worn Alex's fashion model body, Aron had been more restrained, maybe trying to be a bit gentler, probably so that he didn't spook his husband with his unhinged desire.
There was nothing of that restraint left, it seemed, and this time around, Aron's want was honest to the core.
Limitles loved it. Aron was strong, and Limitles could feel that strength by the way the man made aggressive love to his mouth, reaching inside deep, making sure Limitles was opening his mouth wide to take him in.
He had to admit that he had never thought about why kissing was sometimes called 'sucking faces'. Now he knew. Because it was like the two of them were having oral sex, with no dick involved, and it was fucking heaven.
Aron was the first to stop, drawing just a fraction of an inch back, and trying to look into Limitles' eyes.
"Oh god," he murmured. "What's this? I mean, it's not like I'm complaining ..."
"Hush," Limitles put his hand over Aron's mouth gently. "It's ... it's ... um, just me experimenting."
Experimenting to be with you.
Aron's eyes grew wide. Slowly, he put one hand over Limitles wrist and pulled it down, to release his mouth.
"Experimenting? How?"
"Exploring ... my sexuality," Limitles said slowly, measuring every word, like he was quoting some magazine.
Are you trying to kill the mood here? Just tell him.
No, no, no, I can't. He won't believe me, he ...
"Should I be glad to be of help here?" Aron chuckled, as his hands moved lower and grabbed hard Limitles' ass. "Fuck," he whispered.
"Yeah, be glad," Limitles whispered and pulled Aron in for another kiss.
But the guy moved his head enough to avoid him.
"Wait, wait, I mean, Limitles, this is ..."
"Just sex," Limitles interrupted. "It's just sex, nothing else. You need it. I need ..."
You.
"... it."
"I've never cheated on my husband until now," Aron spoke, his voice low and strained. "And maybe I've been tempted, yes. But no one has managed to tempt me like this before. Do you have any idea ..." the man's voice choked.
"I do," Limitles said. "I frigging do."
Now wasn't the time for words. Yet Aron had this weird idea that they should talk.
"Limitles I ... You do realize that I might just take everything you offer right now. I am selfish enough to do it."
"So do it," Limitles whispered, his lips hovering close to Aron's.
"But what is it? What are you offering?" Aron insisted, his hands totally disjointed from his hesitant voice, groping Limitles' ass like they were trying to rip the jeans and get inside.
"Everything you want," Limitles cut him off and this time, ground his crotch hard against Aron's taut body.
"Are you sure?" Aron's voice became a tad urgent and heavy. "I ... This moment, right now, I ..."
"Fuck me," Limitles voiced what Aron didn't have the strength to say. "Fuck me like there's no one else."
That seemed to trigger something inside Aron, because the guy flipped Limitles quickly, pushing him into the sofa. Now they weren't just sucking faces, their bodies were trying to weld together.
And Limitles could feel himself tumbling down, but he knew he wasn't going to fall. Because Aron's strong hands were holding him, and, if that was the case, then he was safe.
"Wait," it was Limitles' turn to stop.
Continued...
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War of 1812
we won so fuck off
The War of 1812 (which lasted from 1812 to 1814) was a military conflict between the United States and Great Britain. As a colony of Great Britain, Canada was swept up in the War of 1812 and was invaded several times by the Americans. The war was fought in Upper Canada, Lower Canada, on the Great Lakesand the Atlantic, and in the United States. The peace treaty of Ghent (1814), which ended the war, largely returned the status quo. However, in Canada, the war contributed to a growing sense of national identity, including the idea that civilian soldiers were largely responsible for repelling the American invaders. In contrast, the First Nations allies of the British and Canadian cause suffered much because of the war; not only had they lost many warriors (including the great Tecumseh), they also lost any hope of halting American expansion in the west, and their contributions were quickly forgotten by their British and Canadian allies (seeFirst Nations and Métis Peoples in the War of 1812).
losers
You seem like you're doing really well Less.
This coming from a guy who lives in a country that let one part of it make bullying dictates to the rest of the country as far as make up of the Supreme Court among other things because they are a "separate and distinct society" again if that shit happened in America where a state maybe such as California tried to go away with dictating shit to the other 49 (they definitely do try) they'd be laughed the fuck out of the country.. #FuckTheFrench
Again Limitles if it wasn't the for the USA you Canuks would be speaking Russian and youd be getting drunk on Vodka because all they would've had to do was walk over their former territory in Alaska and right into Canada. Not gonna lie we did it mostly for our own safety as well.. but well it was a nice side effect for yall
just realized i hate where the page down button is located on my laptop
"WHY THE U.S. IS THE DUMBEST SUPERPOWER"
What is "Shittalkers like LimitLes are to allowed free speech"?
I'll take HodgePodge for $400 Alex
(long before there was a PFA i had my Grenade & Crossbones avatar at DD)
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