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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 24, 2008 19:22:43 GMT -5
Sebastien Lenoire felt perfect beneath his fingertips and against his mouth. This boy was as good as his while in this abandoned classroom. The classroom with the motivational posters of cats, dogs, and rather ass ugly monkeys-- and they were all witnessing the two excitable youth getting hot and heavy. Those hips worked solidly against his palms, their connection suddenly breaking, the older boy licking his lips and eyeing his companion a little expectantly.
Oh, come on! If that bastard wasn't going to cave, how on earth would he ever cheer up? Boys were so infuriating. The sexy blond sitting up on that desk really ought to make him feel good. After all, he was doing his friend a real favor. After all, growing boys needed their sex and here he was, oh so helpful to relieve any...growing problems Sebastien may or may not have been having at this particular moment in time. Ah yes, Haley Ewan Badger, the good samaritan. Each and every time, he'd assure you.
Body stilled when his working hand was snatched and tossed out of that flattering pair of pants. Eyes narrowed crisply, and stepped aside when the shorter male slipped down the desk, leaving them chest to chest and staring each other head on. It appeared that his counterpart was staying firm on their position and, needless to say, Haley wasn't any too impressed with the turn of events. Honestly, the next time Seb texted for a booty call, he'd be refusing the other. Well, alright, maybe he'd refuse him for fifteen minutes before crawling back.
Unlike the blond, he had no self control.
The hand on his waist band didn't go unnoticed, eyes dropping down heavily to the sinfully smooth fingers which were, somehow, located deep inside his pants and were certainly gripping him. Instantly he went weak, a shudder escaping his mouth and lurching into the touch that was offered to him. Fuck, that was fantastic. Eyes fluttered, tempted to shut with the sudden heat pumping through his body. "Mm, Seb.." he whined softly, idly trying to figure out a way to reverse the situation but deciding those deft fingers were far too...pleasing to just turn down.
That head of damp hair now rested against his companion's shoulder, buckled and panting softly, hips meeting those delicious and timed strokes and dissolving. Delirious. That's the word. Jesus Christ.
Then all motion stilled within his pants, his arousal absolutely leaking pre-cum by the time that hand decided it was finished. Ah yes, then that's when it all set in. There was no way that Lenoire was going to let him get off. No chance, because when those heavy lidded eyes met those gorgeous blue; they were already crinkled around the edges due t a cocky smile.
Perfection. The boy had it down to a fucking art! And as much as Haley hated this, he couldn't help but be impressed. HATE AND ADORATION. Fuck. This boy was going to get it.
Eyes widened once those teeth grazed his ear, arms weakly extending and snatching the other's left arm, tugging him right back against him. "Oh no, no, no," the brunet insisted, biting his lower lip and finding himself completely unable to focus. He just wanted to kiss him. Just wanted to take him! "You made this...this mistake," he mentioned, voice seeming to almost squeak, motioning to his caged erection, "and you need to take care of it."
Ah, it appeared that Haley Badger was up for some negotiation.
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Post by Anna on Nov 24, 2008 21:51:24 GMT -5
Haley may not have realized it, but it would’ve been a much wiser decision to simply let Sebastien go, no matter what his cock was telling him. Now that he’d whimpered those words – those mouth-watering, beautiful words that pleased Sebastien so much to hear – he had basically secured an unlimited supply of this kind of torture for months to come. Once Seb got a taste of how stunning the boy was vulnerable and begging, he knew he was going to take it upon himself to reduce Haley to this trembling mess at every opportunity he could. He’d seen, just now, that it was just as gratifying to torture his friend than to feel his warm fingers gripping him. Definitely worth the sacrifice.
Torturing Haley Badger like this would undoubtedly be his new favorite hobby.
He raised his eyebrows at Haley, his whole face a caricature of innocent surprise. Absently, he raised his hand to his mouth and slowly licked up one finger. Of course, there were simpler ways to clean his hand of the boy’s pre-cum, but where was the fun in that? He moved onto the second finger, inserting the whole digit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Seb had never been fond of the taste – salty and bitter wasn’t his thing – but overall, it wasn’t so horrible that he couldn’t deal with it. It was all about the sacrifice, after all, and he made sure to accompany his show with a wolfish grin to Haley.
He thought about suggesting that Haley really shouldn’t bite those pretty lips of his so much, unless they might bruise. Then, he thought about adding that if he wanted those lips bruised, Sebastien would be happy to do it for him. However, he figured the good intentions of this advice would go unappreciated, so he kept it to himself.
Instead, he took a step forward, making sure to roll his eyes and make it look like this action was one big inconvenience for him. He stopped in front of Haley, nearly as close as they had been before, and cocked his head to the side.
“Did you not get enough love as a kid, Badge?” he asked curiously, cruelly reaching down to cup his clothed erection in his palm and casually giving it a nudge. “Because, really, I like sex and all, but…” He leaned forward and rested his lips beside the boy’s ear again, and finished, as though sharing a secret, “this is kind of pathetic.”
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 24, 2008 22:28:59 GMT -5
Haley should have known better in hind sight, Seb was, after all, very similar to himself. If he had only thought about it for a second before he had reached out for the blond, he might have spared himself an entire year of torture. An entire year of stomping on his pride and taking whatever he could get out of the other. On some level he knew that his companion wanted it just as badly, but the fact of the matter was that Sebastien Lenoire had self control that he couldn't mimic. While the shorter boy merely pressed into his hands previously, while located on the desk, the brunet absolutely dissolved into that hand, allowing those flirting hands all the space they would ever need to diminish all doubt.
He had damned himself. He had just written his life away to a pretty pair of blue eyes. This wasn't his intention.
Oh God. And that little minx was most definitely tasting him, most definitely bringing those deft fingers to his lips and licking off any remains that was known as Haley. The visual alone was enough to send another aggravating jolt straight to his groin. He was pretty certain he couldn't take too many more of those, otherwise he might just make a rather horrible mess within his underwear. The fact that he was so torn between punching that smug face and kissing it made his current position all the more painful. No, this wasn't cool. So wasn't coo. He was just going to leave. Leave with the shred of dignity he had left.
What dignity? That had been stolen from him the moment that hand curved up and groped him again, a gasp escaping him and wincing at his own condition. This was actually ridiculous. Boys back at home couldn't rile him up like this, not one, not ever. It seemed that every little fantasy the brunet had embodied the cruel male in front of him.
The last thing he expected now, while his erection was getting handled so lazily, was to be offended. But those nasty words seemed to clear the lustful haze over the eighteen year old and all at once he scowled. He was not pathetic. And all at once the brunet rose a single foot before slamming it down quite heavily upon Seb's. "Fuck you, man.." he muttered, giving himself a grope now and leaning back against that desk. "If you're going to a bastard, forget I ever asked." His own pants were shifted down his legs now, baring ivory skin and dragging his underwear with them. Propped up against the desk, happily half naked and casually running his left hand up the side of a rather antsy shaft.
Seb would recover, he supposed. Bastard.
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Post by Anna on Nov 26, 2008 18:50:48 GMT -5
Apparently, Badger had some fight in him. Good. Sebastien didn’t want it to be too easy. Still though, his sudden retaliation caught him off guard. One moment, the boy was all shaking skin, heavy breathing, dazed, and the next, he was stomping on Sebastien’s foot. In the moment between letting Haley go and the sudden pain in his foot, the vision before him of a vulnerable, slightly confused boy, Sebastien fucking wanted him.
But then, he had to go and act like a fucking girl. Pain exploded through his foot as the boy stamped on it. The sharp pain drew a cry from his throat. He let out a good, “Fuck!” and jumped back, looking at Haley with a gaze of mingled disbelief and amusement. Well, at least the boy had some balls. Still, though, that fucking hurt. “Oh, tu m'emmerdes! Va te faire voire? Jesus Christ, Badge…”
Ah, and the French came out. On top of the calculated torture Haley was destined to receive, he was also going to get French. A hell of a lot of it. Everyone that came in contact with Seb got a fair amount as it was – after all, he still spoke the language at home, and was likely to burst into it in his exclamations, or slip into the occasional Frenglish.
But speaking French purely to be impolite and annoying was one of his favorite pastimes, and oh, would Haley be perfect for that.
It was the norm for Sebastien to descend the staircase of one of their enormous ballrooms, and began his meet and greet in brisk French. “Monsieur Green,” he’d say with a cheerful smile and enthusiastic handshake to his favorite target. “Vraiment, vous êtes un crapaud gros. Est-ce que vous—?”
But then his mother would always swoop in and run his fun. “Please Sebastien, speak English in front of the guests,” she’d say. “They’re uneducated.”
It was a perfect outlet to simultaneously speak his mind and torment whatever unlucky ears he lay his foreign tongue on. Oh, and Haley was such a good target, no doubt about it. He’d insult him, talk dirty to him, demand him, all en français. Haley would be his new favorite jouet.
But God, Haley Badger was a worthy opponent. As soon as his pants were tugged down those smooth hips, revealing that ivory skin and swollen arousal, Seb knew he had met his match. Just … fuck. It would be so hard now. His mind was plagued with his various options. Part of him just wanted to say fuck it, and make the boy come so hard that people could hear him from down the hall. He also, quite honestly, wouldn’t be opposed to just following the boy’s lead. He knew that the sound and sight of Haley pleasuring himself would be enough to get him off easily.
Of course, the last option was to stand by his thread and just leave the boy to his business. But no way was Seb even considering that now. As far as he was concerned, he’d made his point and it was about time he got his well-earned gratification.
Deciding he didn’t have to decide before acting, Seb walked around Haley and crawled onto the desk behind him. His fingers rested on his naked hips and brushed around front, tracing the line of his hipbones. Oh, he’d gotten the begging he wanted out of the boy and now he was going to be indulgent, going to enjoy the body below him. He pressed his chest to the boys back, craning to press a trail of kisses along the exposed skin of his neck, and up to his ear.
With a grin that Haley wouldn’t be able to see, he said throatily, “Vous voulez que je parle croitté á toi? Vous savez…aider?”
ooc. the french guide, for those curious. also, a note on the french: I've had Seb speak in the formal to Haley, except when he says "Fuck yourself!" anyway., just because I thought it was funny xD usually friends use the informal, but it kind of add's to Seb being stuck up and teasing with his french usage.
anyway, translations: Tu m'emmerdes! Va te faire voire? -- roughly translates to, "Fuck yourself, what the hell was that / what the hell are you doing?"
“Vraiment, vous êtes un crapaud gros. Est-ce que vous—?” -- Truly, you're a fat toad. Do you --?
jouet -- toy
“Vous voulez que je parle croitté á toi? Vous savez…aider?” -- bahah. "Do you want me to talk dirty to you? You know .. to help?" Yeah, that's Seb for you.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 26, 2008 19:32:51 GMT -5
He hadn't any sympathy for the blond who now was dealing with a certain pain in his left foot. That boy had been toying with him, was trying to strip him away from his very masculinity and that just didn't sit well with Haley. Sure, perhaps it was a humbling experience for the both of them--except, next time, he'd be sure to punch the other in the face instead of stomping on his foot. That was a particularly girl-ish move and Sebastien had every right to be decked like a man.
The French that followed was surprising, lusty, dark 'come hither' eyes seeming to widen as that mouthful of a seemingly sensual language greeted him. Wasn't quite so sexy when it was mad, was it? What he did make out, however? His name. At least his name would stay the goddamn same in any tongue. That boy had seduced him, destroyed his pride, and warmed him all in three unusual steps. It was clear that they would be battling until the end, battling until their pants were on the ground and their bodies were working in perfect unison.
If it so happened that this French would become a habit, Haley was quite certain that he'd have to kill the other. Not only was it rude, it was frustrating. As if the other boy was taunting him with secrets but never giving into telling one. The proud grin he wore with the words was sexy, was aggravatingly handsome, to be perfectly honest, but Haley wouldn't be taking to the other's first language. Either that or Haley would just have to start giving that boy the cold shoulder. (He was quite good, too.) What could be sexy to someone, anyone else-- was just plain infuriating to the impatient eighteen year old.
But he was preoccupied, too entangled in his own begging arousal to take much note of the boy a couple steps away from him. Lean, spidery fingers were gripping up his own shaft, working them down to the leaking head and moaning hoarsely. Head was tilted back, that chocolate hair falling back, tickling the nape of his neck and a rather fussed expression graced that face. Masturbation was never enough, it was fun time and again but his hand should not be doing this. If only Lenoire had been able to take care of him properly without that attitude, things probably would have gone differently for the two of them.
Cute little moans, body tipping and rocking against the desk as his fingers continued to tease the flesh, sending him closer to oblivion. HIs toes were scrunching, bum wiggling and...He didn't care if he jerked his shit like a fourteen year old. He had to feel comfortable otherwise it just wouldn't happen. Oh, and by this point-- it had to fucking happen.
The hands that touched his bare skin shocked him, instinctively arching backwards as to press more of himself against the hot figure behind him. Those hands felt good, excited him, and those kisses were wild fire against his neck. Oh, he was tempted to whimper, to show some more defeat and hope the other would take some pity on him but...but no. Not now.
And the French that was whispered so coyly in his ear? Not a single idea--but that hot breath so close to his lobe? That was brilliant.
"Seb," he breathed, sounding almost close to hysteria, his left hand, which gripped the edge of the desk, turning quite a ghostly white. Not fair. Not at all. He was a MAN, damn it.
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Post by Anna on Nov 27, 2008 13:57:22 GMT -5
The best thing about Haley was that he had no fucking clue that everything he did would drive Sebastien crazy. That he really didn't know that Seb could almost get off from just watching him, just from feeling him rutting back against him. He could feel the vibrations that his deep moans sent reverberating through his body. All the little things about Haley -- his little moans, the ways his body twitched and responded to his own touch, and more importantly Seb's, even the way he allowed himself to completely lose it even though he was being watched, how he whimpered his name -- it all made a fucking masterpiece.
Sebastien's fingers were busy touching everything about the brunet, except for what the boy would most want him to touch. He wrapped his arms around, stroking up under his shirt, up his chest, down his sides, around his back. The light touches, he knew, would be amplified by Haley's state. His hands ended back where they'd started, but instead of stopping at his hips, they continued downward, teasing the flesh of his thighs.
His eyes had closed by then, sensing his entire body through his fingertips, exploring. And it was fucking official; Seb didn't need to see to appreciate the body beneath him. He loved it, loved the way it felt. He knew that Haley probably didn't even realize he was there anymore; he was probably so close that he was losing himself. Still though, Sebastien didn't want to remove his attention from the boy. As much as he ached to drop down and yank himself into oblivion, he was too much enthralled by the squirming body in front of him. So he settled, for now, for pressing against him, nearly recoiling every time the brunet bucked against him.
"I -- Badge, oh mon dieu, vous êtes si..." His murmur dropped off, unable to think of a word to describe what exactly Haley so was.
Instead, he roughly brushed over the back of Haley's hands, wrapping his own fingers around the fist. The boy's knuckles pressed into Sebastien's palm. "Hope you don't mind," he said, head now dangling over the boys shoulder, so the words fell into his collarbone, and guiding Haley's hand to quicker, rougher pumps. He had the decency to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. He can't concentrate enough for sarcasm. "Thought you -- could use a hand."
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 27, 2008 16:56:20 GMT -5
This could quite possibly be the most erotic moment in his entire life. (Well, at least up to date. He was quite certain that taking that little roomie of his would be the ultimate in eroticism. After all, who didn't want to bed someone so wrapped up in the Lord? Corrupting was sexy.) Those hands were ghosting over him, sending the lean brunet through little throes of pleasure. The fact that Sebastien was holding him, cradling his body against him while he worked himself into oblivion was just beyond anything he could imagine. The trails of hands left the sensation of wild fire, the eighteen year old beginning to writhe more roughly within that grasp and sobbing as his own hand seemed to slow down. His brain just couldn't do this, couldn't keep up with his need and he was certain, by this point, that he wouldn't ever be able to function again if he didn't reach his peak.
"Oh...Oh f-fuck," he trembled, finding the words loose on his tongue and knowing full well the English language was escaping him. So it wasn't any real surprise that his companion's French wasn't offering him a whole lot of understanding either. Rutting against Sebastien? That wasn't too far from the truth, each breathy moan swallowed as he muffled his cries through a bitten lip. Not only were his fingers slowing, they were also beginning to feel a bit numb-- something that he could honestly say had never quite happened to the spry youth. So when that hand fell down upon his own, warming the front and jerking Haley to some conscious attention, it might as well have been heaven sent.
Right now, Haley needed Seb to do this for him. Why would he possibly mind? Another one of those raw cries left his shredded vocal cords when that strong hand began indirectly working him. His hips were dodging the pleasure and the ache, mouth open and breathing heavily, scrambling as if to almost escape something far too big. It was as if there was a tidal wave about to crash upon him and he couldn't move fast enough, despite how hard he tried. And with a couple more of those firm, rough jerks, the tidal wave swallowed him whole, that handsome body orgasming something he didn't even imagine possible. White blotted dots could be seen behind his eyelids, his chest heaving, his body shaking from his release and barely aware of the fact there was a nice sticky mess at his feet and running down the duo's hands. "Oh..Oh God," he shuddered, seeming to laugh but finding he was far too exhausted to do so, craning back into the blond and inhaling deeply.
He was recovering from a marathon, thank you very much.
That was the most intense it had ever been. And that boy wasn't even inside him, wasn't even on his hands and knees beneath him. It was almost even a little embarrassing.
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Post by Anna on Nov 27, 2008 18:50:02 GMT -5
Sebastien would never tell the boy, but he liked holding him like this, one arm coiled around his waist, and the other covering Haley's hand, which was still clutching himself and now slick with cum. He wouldn't tell him, because he figured if he spoke the words, it wouldn't happen again. That Haley wouldn't ever let him keep a hold on him once Seb joked about how he loved it. He had a feeling that Haley would hate anything that made him feel submissive or cute, hate anything that suggested something more than sex, and as he was currently cradled, post orgasm, in Sebastien's arms, it probably would be best not to point it out. Not everyone had to appreciate things the way he did, but if Haley didn't have any complaints, Sebastien would keep enjoying things the way he wanted. And the way he wanted was to hold onto Haley for a bit longer. So Sebastien held back his jokes, and let it go unsaid.
Neither would ever be able to describe it, this thing between them. But Seb did know that he would keep coming back. He usually hated returning to the same person twice, hated to be bored, but he knew that wouldn't be the case between them. The fact that Sebastien couldn't wait to keep going with Haley frankly spoke a lot about their sex.
Sebastien didn't know how it had happened, how he had been perfectly contect in helping this boy to his climax without thinking about himself. Or maybe he had been thinking about himself; there was no denying that Haley Badger unraveling before him as he came was one of the sexiest things he had ever experienced. He wasn't about to complain about a lack of gratification there.
Still, though, Badge was remarkable. It'd been so long since someone held his attention like this. And on more than a sexual level, too. Haley Badger, he decided, was going to be his best friend. He didn't care if the boy didn't agree, because if he didn't, Sebastien would force him to. The friendship was too good not to happen. Fuck if Haley didn't see that. How could you deny a friendship based on chemistry, orgasms, and .. and .. and whatever it was that made them instant friends. There wasn't a name for it. It just was.
Oh, but look at him getting all mushy. Can't have that for too long. Sebastien met Haley's turned face with a kiss that didn't quite cover the boy's mouth. He gave the boy's cock one last jerk, and dropped his hand, cheerfully wiping it on Haley's jeans.
"Glad I could help, Badge," he said. "We really are something, n'est-ce pas?"
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 27, 2008 19:18:00 GMT -5
He felt like a rag doll in those arms, cradled so close to that chest and finding himself remarkably comforted. This was different from yesterday, already, wasn't it? So starkly different that for a moment the brunet wondered if he was really dealing with the same boy before. The fact that the other surprised him was exciting, the fact that he would continue to do so on a regular basis would what kept Haley striving here at Eddingborough. And it didn't have to be sexual, but at the same time, he wouldn't complain if there was more of this casual sex/ assisted masturbation. I mean, hell, they could make a nice little date of it.
His legs throbbed, not even aware of how much pressure he had placed on them. That mess of brown hair was pressed against his friend's shoulder, head curled in against his chest and breathing in his shirt contently. The smell of laundry detergent right about now was absolute perfection and the eighteen year old stirred quietly within that grasp he refused to remark about. Because if Seb wasn't going to bring up how stereotypically 'needy' he was, then neither would Haley. Instead he'd enjoy that hand pressed flat against his stomach and the chest that pressed up along his back. This was one of those moments, wasn't it? While here in this empty classroom, something was decided. To be honest, the exhausted third year didn't know quite yet what it was, but it was marked. Things just couldn't be the same ever again.
The pounding in his ears and chest had slowed now, evening out into smooth, patterned breathing. That mouth that met his own caused a rather fatigued, lop sided smile to turn on his features, whining as his erection was pumped once more, recoiling simply because of the over stimulation. His eyes were hazy, but they seemed to snap back into focus when he caught sight of a rather decided hand smear his own cum onto the front of his jeans. A groan followed, torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to cry. God, this was so unlike him. Normally he never felt like this. How was he going to deal with this if he didn't know how to be!
"You're a bastard, go jump in front of a train," Haley muttered rather dryly, reaching down and pulling up his pants, doing up the button and clumsily managing to jerk the zipper up. "And to think I would have let you fuck me," he muttered, turning to the other and placing his hands on either side of Seb's hips, against the cool wood, staring the other in the eye and leaning in. "Really, what a shame." Another kiss to that mouth, a little more sleepy, a little more sweet. "Should I be taking care of you?" He asked smoothly, his left hand rising over a warm thigh and drifting it between those toned legs.
Haley the generous.
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Post by Anna on Nov 29, 2008 14:23:09 GMT -5
Sebastien didn't know how this boy had worn him out already. He'd barely done anything. It wasn't long ago that he'd woken up and showered, leaving him refreshed and energetic for the day. Now, not even twenty minutes with Haley, and he felt tired again, and was even considering crawling back into bed. He would drag Haley with him, of course, if the boy had no objections. Although, he may have to think of a better way to describe what it was he wanted to do back in his bed, because he didn't suppose, "Badge, I want to go back to my dorm to cuddle," would go over very well.
But then again, how many masculine ways were there to say that? Maybe he'd just ask in French.
Haley's movements startled him slightly, and he grunted unhappily as the boy shifted beneath him. He was perfectly content in leaning against the boy for as long as he wanted. He had to move back as the brunet pulled up and adjusted his pants, and before he could collapse once more against that defined, comfortable back, Haley had turned, positioning himself between his legs.
"A train, eh?" he echoed with a lazy grin. "I'm not sure that's exactly my thing. If you're serious, though, I may consider throwing myself in the lake. Also," he added, quite seriously, "I would never fuck you. I thought we'd been over this. But, whatever the choice word is for it, I promise that I will have no trouble convincing you of it. So your words don't bother me."
Sebastien almost protested at the warm hands sweeping over his thigh. Was it possible for a teenaged boy not want to get turned on? Getting turned on decidedly took too much energy. Even if he didn't have to expend energy in taking care of it -- Haley was good for that -- the mere thought of the effect Haley could have on his body made him exhausted. Still, he squirmed at the touch, desire pooling at the pit of his stomach.
He returned the kiss deeply, hands coming up to rest on his face. "Since when are you the spirit of giving?" he asked, laughing tiredly.
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