roll me out on the table. empty classroom. sebley.

[Anna]

To anyone who ever said that Sebastien was lazy and incapable of applying himself would now feel incredibly stupid. The blond, while standing in the empty N122 classroom clutching his newest, most brilliant scheme, would now happily extend a hearty Fuck you to anyone who had ever doubted him.

Sure, Sebastien Lenoire didn't give a shit about applying himself to essays and projects and chores, but when he put his mind to something, he was invincible.

Exhibit A? His business. He'd been at Eddingborough no longer than two days, and he already had several boys begging to benefit from his connections. He was quite the little business man, if he did say so himself. He wouldn't need mommy and daddy forever.

Exhibit B? His newest art project. No, he wasn't talking about Haley Badger, although the boy was definitely his inspiration for this new masterpiece. The muse to his newest adventure.

Sebastien was always occupying himself with things like this. Games and pranks and adventures that were absolutely irrelevant to anything his parents would suggest him to do. Which is why he did them. While he was perfectly content doing nothing, he was even more pleased to spend his time doing things his parents would hate. Such as Haley.

And so, after rolling out of bed this morning and cleaning himself up, he'd texted Haley, kindly reminding him of their appointment.

Badge, N122 is empty. Your ass should be there in fifteen minutes.

While he waited, Seb sat criss-crossed on the desktop, looking unusually boyish. Sebastien rarely fell into positions that weren't posed or calculated. With his legs crossed under him like a child, he looked almost dorky, something he would never admit to.

He reclined back against his palm, admiring the handiwork in his other hand. He couldn't help but give a lopsided grin as he looked at it.

It was a map of the school, nabbed from the front office. One of those userfriendly maps given to the trembling first years. But now, after Seb had finished with it, it was much improved. The map was covered in two dozen penned red X's at least, accompanied by various .. creative sketches and vivid description as to what would happen at these locations.

The X's spanned the entire school, from broom closets, to beneath stairwells, to the music room, to various dorms, including some on the white floor, to the catwalk above the school auditorium, to the middle of the cafeteria. The list went on.

Well, if they wanted to make the most of their new Art Making Adventure, they had to be systematic.

He sighed contentedly again, basking in his own success. Why was he so brilliant?

When Haley finally entered the classroom, Sebastien tilted his chin in a slightly arrogant greeting, unable to hide his pleased smirk. He slid the map across the desk, where it landed lightly in front of the boy, and said wolfishly, "We have a lot of work to do, Badge."

[marriedinthesunx]

Last night hadn't gone the way he had planned, to say the very least. After all, he had woken up in his own bed, without a naked body pressed up against his own. Normally this wouldn't have been such a challenge, but the fact that it was specifically Ernest Bruun's body that he had been after, made it all the more difficult. He had been thoroughly convinced that he would have been able to strip that boy down and take him, if it wasn't for that aggravating first year who had barged in so unceremoniously last evening. That kid? He hadn't the slightest idea of what his name was, but it was already official; he hated the little mite. Honestly, he wasn't the bad guy, here-- but when the kid lunged in, it was as if he was Superman in the shy, bumbling, bible-thumper's mind.

Most would consider it endearing; personally, it made Haley sick.

The text message that had been sent had been received the moment the sore eighteen year old had stepped out of the shower. His cellphone, which was on the counter, had seized on the counter, a blind hand reaching for it as he wrapped a snowy white towel around his middle. Water was dripping coldly down the back of his neck, prickling his skin. Phone was flipped open and eyes grazed over the digital letters. Eyebrows raised, not willing to go against the text message's will and replied with a simple, "Roger that."

Now this seemed to perk up his previously gloomy mood, the brunet running that towel through his hair now before reaching for the small collection of clothes he had piled beside. Underwear, although he was debating against it, was shuffled up his thighs, dress pants following and buttoned. Shirt was left untucked, and the top two buttons were left open, exposing some of that ivory skin. He hadn't the care, or inclination to do anymore than that, to be honest. Tie was slung loose around his neck and his jacket was forgotten entirely. He imagined he'd be getting quite the earful later. After all, there were some repercussions for not taking the dress code seriously.

N122 wasn't that far off, Seb had estimated correctly when he mentioned the time and, if anything, Haley had wound up in front of the door only forty three seconds late. Hair was drying, still damp, and cheeks were still flushed from the scalding shower he had previously been in. Fingers curled around the knob, pressing his weight against the door and breezing in, arms rising above his head in a rather elaborate stretch. His bones still ached from their masterpiece from the night before.

Dark eyes flickered up to his companion, noting that coy, and obviously pleased smile turn on those pink lips. A single brow rose, no greeting truly necessary as he stepped forward, acknowledging the paper that was thrust in his general direction. A couple of smooth steps were taken forward, plucking the paper up and gazing over the marked locations. Attention flickered to his companion momentarily before going back, letting it all sink in. Oh, Sebastien Lenoire didn't have to tell them what they meant. "Thorough," he replied seeming quite impressed, voice nothing more than a warm growl, but despite this leaning forward and collecting that red pen.

A minor adjustment.

Pen etched quickly over a calculated position before delivering it back to his companion, awaiting a reaction.

A red 'x' landing right over the School Head's office.

Right over the desk, if possible.

[Anna]

He watched Haley look over the map, noting the post-shower sheen to his unblemished skin, and squeaky clean smell of him. They'd have to change that -- Old Spice wasn't nearly so enticing without smoke and sex to compliment it.

He gave a cheeky grin at the boy's single uttered word. "I try, you know. My mommy taught me never to do things half-assed," he said. He shrugged modestly. "She'd be so proud of this new endeavor, don't you think?"

He took up the map lightly in his hands, and grinned at what he saw.

"You have a beautiful mind," he said simply, looking down at the new X, and wondering how he hadn't thought of that first. Well, that's what Haley was for, apparently. He wasn't about to complain. Their two minds together, no doubt, would be able to come up with heaps of similiar schemes.

He traced a finger over the map, a devious grin coloring his lips when the tip landed on the X on room N122. He lifted his head to make a sly remark, and to point it out to his companion, but he noticed the look on the boy's face.

Well wasn't that just a mood killer. His new favorite toy looked gloomy. He folded up the map and tucked it under his leg -- he'd just have to wait.

"What's eating you?" he asked, feeling strangely concerned for his friend despite the teasing tone he'd adopted.

[marriedinthesunx]

"Oh, definitely. I'm sure she'll be elated to know her son has been plotting locations in which he plans to be savagely fucked by a male student." His tone was rather amused, although, there certainly was some obvious disappointment, or in this case, 'gloom' in the older male. He leaned back, sitting himself on the desk beside his companion, fingers gripping the edge and smirking despite himself.

Sebastien was probably the most therapeutic thing for him right now. Haley had debated, when he had gotten out of the shower, to just reschedule with Seb for another evening. Not a whole lot of him felt in the mood but, because he wasn't interested in putting strain on their relationship, he had gone to appease. But it felt right. Felt good to be sitting beside the blond who had invested so much time in creating this little adventure for them. "A beautiful mind? Are you just trying to charm my pants off?" He asked, raising a single brow but seeming to be joking. Uhg. He just wasn't who he was yesterday.

The boy was sluggish and no doubt Seb would pick it up. It would only be a matter of time.

The concern that extended his way wasn't expected, but embraced all the same. It was stupid that he was moping over this, after all-- he could be accomplishing so much more than just whining over not getting laid for a second time in one evening. "I don't think I'm going to bone Bambi this month," he replied thickly, annoyance obviously clear in his voice.

"He has a guard dog, Lenoire...a fucking monitor. And it's really rich, because..because this fucking kid is a first year." It just didn't add up and it appeared the eighteen year old was having a hard time working this all out in his mind. "I think this boy is going to sabotage everything."

Haley was just too juvenile for his own good.

"I had him RIGHT where I wanted him, and Boy Wonder came and saved the day."

It was laughable, really.

[Anna]

"Let's not get cocky," he said lightly at his description of how they'd be spending their time across the map. "You may have fucked me once, but I plan on taking you. Multiple times, in multiple places, probably leading to multiple -- "

He dropped off obnoxiously and winked at him. Already, he already enjoyed spending time with Haley. Modestly put, it'd been awhile since he'd had a friend who was on his same level. Back home, he had three groups of 'friends' -- his customers, his parent's friends, and the group that followed him around and helped him pass the time. Making friends was too much work, too tedious, not worth it.

That's why his InstaFriendship with Haley was a match made in heaven. It required no energy whatsoever. It only required obnoxious banter, nudity, and lazy texts messages. It was Sebastien's kind of friendship.

He offhandedly reminded the boy that he hardly had to charm his pants off; he was relatively positive that if he stared at them long enough, the button would just pop off for him.

But he didn't want to linger on the subject. He instead wanted to laugh wholeheartedly at Haley's whining. He didn't quite understand the boy's infatuation with his mousy roommate. He figured it was the whole want what you can't have syndrome.

He was almost tempted to point out that he could hardly remember which of the boys was his roommate, and which was the so-called 'guard dog'. They both were on the same level to him, and he couldn't be bothered to tell the difference.

He figured this comment wouldn't be welcome, seeing how differently Haley felt about each of them.

And so he laughed instead, a small snort mingling with the deep sound, and shoved Haley on the shoulder.

"Please tell me you're really not saying this," he said. "You're really going to let a first year be your own personal cock blocker? Tie him up, throw him in your closet, and get some, man."

[marriedinthesunx]

Multiple times, in multiple places, leading to multiple orgasms? Was that what Sebastien was trying to say? Oh, well, Haley would only have one thing to say to that boy; 'Enjoy pinning me down.' Because Haley wasn't about to take it willingly. If he went and did that it would certainly leave something to be said about his manhood and he certainly wouldn't dare risk hurting his pride for the sake of a good fuck. If he went down, he went down bravely, valiantly, even. He fought to the very death before orgasming. Oh, God..an orgasm would make him feel better.

No. He was having a seriously conversation right now. Or at least, that was how he expected it to turn, but with Seb's rather obnoxious laughter, the mood seemed to turn quite drastically. Was he being silly about this? Uhg, he didn't like to think so. Haley by no means would consider himself a drama queen, but this might just confirm his role. The shove delivered to his shoulder just made him pout, lips pursed tightly and eyebrows knitting. "Why would I even joke about something so goddamn embarrassing?"

It wasn't as if Haley liked to set himself up to be laughed at. It just so happened that he trusted Seb. There was no need for him to win his trust, it was always just there. No debating, it just was. "Man, I mean you gotta meet this first year. He told me to get off Ernest because he was frightened Ernest was going to start seizing." More funny words, but yet there was nothing quite so amusing about it to Haley.

Hand came to his forehead now, thumb and middle finger gently rubbing at his temples. "It's not going to be a habit, Lenoire...I just..I just need a fucking way to get rid of the kid. Something tells me that they're going to come as a package deal from now on."

So tying the kid up and tossing him in the closet sounded like a pretty damn awesome plan.

"I fucking hate kids." Attention turned, however, to his friend and a single eyebrow raised. "Are you going to kiss away the pain?" A rather fat cat smile turned on his lips now, once realizing that this room offered a perfect opportunity for...another art production.

[Anna]

Sebastien couldn't help it -- even though the problem was obviously bothering Haley, he still let out a sharp laugh as the Wonder Boy first year was described to him. Man, he wanted to be around when this happened. Videotape it, maybe. Because honestly, how often would could you see a sweet little thing like that stand up to a guy like Haley?

It would be truly comical.

However, the look on Haley's face was not, and so he bit down his laughter and offered a slightly sarcastic, but comforting, smile. He could see how Haley would be embarrassed. Something told Seb that he wasn't used to hearing no, and he definitely wasn't used to squeaky clean boys like that interfering with his sex life.

"If you hate kids so much," he mused innocently, "then why are you trying to bone one? I mean, I've seen that roommate of yours, and I'm not even sure he's gone through puberty yet, Badge. I can understand enjoying the Art of the Chase, but maybe you shouldn't be robbing any cradles?"

In response to the boy's obvious request, he merely shrugged. "Maybe I don't feel like it anymore," he teased. "You kind of killed the mood with your pedophile talk."

[marriedinthesunx]

"He's our age, dill hole," Haley snapped, shifting over only a fragment as to indicate to Seb that he was not pleased with him. "Not to mention he towers over you, so this I find a little interesting to hear out of your mouth." Although, the brunet seemed to be forced to acknowledge a question of his own. Why was he really so hung up on Ernest after one stupid day?

Oh yes. Because the boy was everything he wasn't. Pure, soft spoken, polite, and so obviously devoted to the Lord. This was the ultimate corruption for him and thus--he had to pursue it. Really, in the end, he wouldn't be surprised if the brunet wasn't thanking him for taking that stupid virginity of us. Honestly, what was the big deal with keeping it? It wasn't as if you could exchange it for tokens and win a prize.

Body shifted now, arms propped behind him and palms lying flat against the desk they were sitting on. "You don't feel like it anymore?" He repeated, obviously not looking too convinced, but not about to call him on it. "I'm pretty certain that in some countries my pedophile talk would be considered sexy, comrade," Haley added smartly before tugging the map from beneath the blond and unfolding it carefully.

"I mean, I should be asking for a lot more than making out as it appears this room has been specifically marked for something a little more....exhausting." Map was handed back, instead dragging his body upright and taking hold of that strong jaw with a cool hand. There was no waiting, there was no asking, it was just determined then and there. Lips fell upon Sebastien's gently at first, stealing that full lower lip into his mouth and sucking it hotly.

He didn't mind being the weak one.

Not when he felt like shit.

[Anna]

Oh, no no no. No way was Seb going to make it that easy for him. It just didn't work like that. The boy, in almost a single breath, had insulted his height, snapped at him, and taunted him. And now he was demanding action?

No way. That was Seb's job; salt the wound, and go in for the kiss.

Sebastien was blessed with wonderful willpower. While he definitely wouldn't say no to a good make-out session right now, it would be equally fun to hold out just to watch the other boy squirm. After all, Haley didn't really expect him to put out after taking a serious hit to the one thing he was most self conscious about? And after having to listen to him angst about some baby-faced roommate who he wanted to fuck?

Haley was obviously sadly mistaken.

He returned the kiss just passionately enough for it to be missed when it removed his lips and smirked at him.

"I don't care how old he is," he said, "because he still looks like he's about ten." Okay, so that wasn't true; the kid was cute enough, he guessed, but he didn't get why Haley was so wrapped up in him. Frankly, he seemed boring. Especially in comparison to Sebastien. If Haley had the blond sitting right in front of him, why was he still whining about that little tool?

"You're trying to get into my pants by telling me about your little baby-crush? Sorry, idiot, but you kind of killed it. I think I might just go yank in the bathroom."

Oh, Sebastien. He was probably the only person in the world who got just as much enjoyment from withholding sex as he did from sex itself.

[marriedinthesunx]

Haley had gone in for the kill, it appeared, with his previous comments. It was clear, however, by the mere fact that the brunet was defending his room mate spoke levels about his dedication. If this was only a matter of a quick fuck, there was no way that the eighteen year old would have bothered arguing with Seb. But it just clearly wasn't, despite the fact he didn't even recognize this himself just yet.

Lips worked anxiously by the time Seb broke their connection. Dark eyes fluttered open to meet his companion's and a single eyebrow rose as if about to ask the other his angle, but knowing full well it would come if he bit his tongue.

And that it did.

He couldn't keep from rolling his eyes, the older boy shifting closer, as if about to take advantage of those lips from an entirely different position now. "Yes, I plan on getting into your pants, Blondie," he replied with a coy smile. "And, shall I remind you, you were the one who dared to venture into asking me what was wrong? Chances were, if you hadn't asked at all, it wouldn't have come up." A shrug was offered, and his fingers rested heavily on his friend's thighs. "Yank in the bathroom? You'd rather yank in the washroom instead of fucking? Are you serious?"

A pause, suddenly realizing that this was indeed a punishment for him.

"I swear, Lenoire," he began quite carefully, "I have no issues with ripping off your pants and taking you without your consent."

Rapist.

[Anna]

Was he serious? No, not really. He could do without sex for the day. If he didn't fuck around with Haley now, he wasn't going to be a jittery mess, reduced to tossing in the bathroom because he was so worked up. But it was just obnoxious enough to suggest to get a response. He raised his eyebrows at the fingers now on his thighs, the mere touch sending sparks of reminder under his skin.

He put his own hands over the fingers, directing them tauntingly inward and increasing the pressure as he spoke. "What do you take me for?" he said, feigning offense. "You don't think I'd be able to hold my own under attack? Really, Badge, I thought you were smart."

He released the boy's hands right as he'd inched them right up the inner seam of his pants, and then swatted them away. He yawned.

He wasn't sure what had brought on this newfound determination to tease, taunt, and annoy the fuck out of his friend, but now he was quiet fond of the idea. After all, what fun was a day without a bit of a game?

Maybe it would distract Haley from that fucking roommate of his.

"And I have no problem denying you until you beg," he replied, grinning boyishly. "So, good luck."

[marriedinthesunx]

Hazel gaze fell from those taunting eyes down to equally taunting fingers now that rested above the tops of his hands. Eyes seemed to grow as Sebastien directed his fingers steadily closer and closer to his crotch. His digits were forced to feel over that clothed, hot flesh and his heart was suddenly beating quite heavily within his chest. As much as he detested it, color was also starting to bloom in his cheeks. Color that had nothing to do with that scalding shower he had taken twenty minutes ago.

Seb was sexy, Seb was a fucking tease. Seb was really going to get it one of these days. His mouth was starting to dry as he thought about the prize within those pants and a wicked smirk turned on his face. "Lenoire, don't say anything you're going to regret," he warned softly, flinching once those hands smacked him away from the other's crotch. Oh, now that was just infuriating!

A blaze of frustration met those dark eyes and he resisted the urge to smack the other right upside the face. Nobody enjoyed a tease-- especially not Haley. "I'm not begging for anything, I expect you to submit." God, he was stupid. Haley had absolutely no will power and within an hour he'd be begging left and right.

However, that hurt his pride, and he was avoiding that the best he could. "Fuck you, man. I'm horny. You're a fucking pleasure Nazi."

Ah yes. Stage one of an angry Haley: 'fuck' is the word of choice.

[Anna]

Sebastien would've been worried that the look he was currently giving Haley would earn him a punch in the face, but he figured the boy wouldn't do anything to further jeopardize his chances at sex. And so Seb fixed him with an obviously pleased-as-punch smirk, eyes lit with a childish challenge. The look in his eyes may as well been translated to a young boy sticking out his tongue and blatantly taunting, "Na na na na na na!"

Haley's words, so obviously meant as an insult, elated him. Pleasure Nazi, eh? That was exactly what he was going for. He was glad Haley had gotten the message so quickly.

He batted his eyelashes. "You have to be kind to me, you know," he said, voice like syrup poured over shards of glass. "I mean, you can try and use me and abuse me, but you'll see how far that gets you."

It was so like Sebastien to change his tactics in the middle of the game. Wasn't it him, only yesterday, the one demanding that Haley open up to him? And now, Haley had done just that. So it was time to change the game.

So Sebastien Lenoire was fickle. What fun would it be otherwise?

[marriedinthesunx]

"I hate you. Seriously." Was the mumbled conclusion, the eighteen year old glaring holes into the floor and kicking his heel loudly into the front of the desk once, twice, three times before tossing Sebastien a rather accusing glance, but supplying no new words. Haley wasn't up for a challenge, but he also wasn't up to tossing his pride out the window, either. "I don't WANT to be kind to you, Sebastien," he whined now, seeming to take on the child like persona with little influence from the other.

"I want to fuck you, being kind shouldn't have to be part of it." Another kick, the noise pleasing him before slipping entirely off the desk and facing his so called best friend, resting both hands flat against those thighs for the second time this morning, parting them and stepping easily in between them, keeping those pretty legs unable to fight. "So, let's just say I begged you for sex," he began warmly, fingers dexterously unbuttoning the blond's pants and yanking the fly a little unceremoniously, proving that he had done this a great many of times to other boys.

Hand slipped effortlessly inside those pants, but careful to stay out of those boxers. Instead his hand fished down low, rubbing over a rather familiar organ from through the slim fabric. "Because I'm thinking you'd look really great bent over this desk, sweet thing." A kiss, perhaps more mocking than anything else was pressed to that mouth, beaming once he drew away, hand still stationed in those pants.

[Anna]

The sound of his name, so deliciously whined in that usually husky voice, shot straight to his groin. He loved the sound of it, the syllables stretched thin – all of them, no more fucking Blondie – in a way that made Sebastien want to abandon his resolve to be as obnoxious as possible, and to instead fuck Haley Badger until the boy could do nothing more than beg his name.

This desire was intensified as the boy slipped between his legs and lost no time undoing his fly. Sebastien was a teenaged boy, for fuck’s sake – it wasn’t exactly easy for him to say no to the able fingers now teasingly playing over his boxers. He arched towards it, rolling his hips against his hand, and returned the kiss stiffly. God, Haley was a bastard.

It was still early in their game. Seb wasn’t about to lose his head just because there was a warm hand in his pants. There would always be time for this later. Right now, there were a few things that had to be established. The first? Haley Badger, no matter what they boy liked to think, didn’t have that much power over him. No way was Seb going to let him think he did. Things always had to go according to Sebastien’s wishes. He needed to be in control. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to allow some guy to fuck him on occasion, but it had to be his decision, for his enjoyment. In his control. He wasn’t about to let some guy waltz around with a sadly mistaken sense of accomplishment.

Most importantly, he wasn’t about to let Haley think he’d won. No fucking way.

He caught roughly at the boy’s wrist, maneuvering it out of his pants. His touch had been tantalizing, but it was mind over matter now. He nudged Haley back slightly with his knees, and dropped down in the space between the boy and the desk, so the two were chest to chest.

Standing this close to him, remembering how well their bodies fit together, Seb almost abandoned ship again. Let Haley do whatever he wanted to him. He’d be so fucking good.

No. Not now. Definitely later, but first, he had to put this Haley Badger in his place.

His fingers traced the top of the boy’s boxers, lingering on the skin just below his hip bones. But no, teasing was Haley’s thing. Seb would take a different route; he had his own ways. As quickly as Haley had managed, Seb slipped a hand into the boy’s pants, opted to bypass the boxers completely, and gripped the boy between his fingers.

He leveled his eyes to match Haley’s, the same immaturity lighting them as he gave a small tug.

“I hope you know c’est la guerre,” he purred.

He worked carefully in the tight space between their bodies, rolling his palm over the heat, pushing the organ between his cupped hand and coaxing him to arousal. The boy’s body worked wonderfully under his hand, responding to him perfectly. The growing hardness was expected; Seb knew what he was doing.

He pumped the shaft as quickly as the space would allow, working him just far enough that he knew Haley would be aching.

Then, at the moment he calculated to be the worst, he released him, pulled back his hand, and leaned heavily against him. “I gotta run,” he breathed into his ear and making sure to push just so against his hard-on. He nipped at his ear before removing himself from the boy completely, grinning as he did so.

“But maybe your roomie will take care of it for you?”