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Post by marriedinthesunx on Jan 12, 2009 14:58:56 GMT -5
The events of last night had not settled in until breakfast that very next morning. Haley, who had slept decently well still wasn't in a firm state of wakefulness. His head was hung slightly, his neck unwilling to lift the load and he was hunched over a bowl of cereal. In almost a drone like state he had been lifting spoonful after spoonful to his receptive lips of Mini Wheats. His jaw was aching only slightly and, well, from the look of him it appeared he really hadn't slept in ages. This wasn't his routine, and thankfully his routine didn't entail looking half dead in the early hours. Usually he skipped out on breakfast to sleep in, but Ernest had woken him a bit too abruptly this morning for him to possibly ever get comfortable.
In fact, if he recalled correctly, the boy had seized in his arms, as if he was going through a heart attack. This was enough to sufficiently scare the shit out of the eighteen year old and, although Ernest did apologize profusely, Haley knew that any chance of sleep was lost. He hadn't even complained, instead just wobbled on down to the bathroom for a quick shower, which had failed to wake him, and had gotten dressed accordingly. Thus he was here, and with the bowl of breakfast cereal complete, and his stomach sufficiently full, the eighteen year old stood upright, fixing his tie absent-mindedly, deserting his dishes where they lay. The lunch staff hated that, there was a conveyor belt that would transfer them into the sink for washing, but his head really wasn't on right.
His book bag, which had been put together this morning, had all the essentials. His homework from the night before had been, for the most part, completed, only a few questions left unattended due to his desire to find a certain blond. A social life, he would argue, was much more important than his calculus. Somehow he imagined Seb would back him up on that.
He was early for his first class, the brunet falling into his seat without even greeting his teacher and, instead, snoozing on his desk, head nested between his curled arms. Everything was like a dream, he wasn't awake, nor was he living. Time could have passed, and it did, as he vaguely remembered a hand clasping on his back and a rather sunny, but cocky, greeting following in tow. Sebastien Lenoire had his beauty sleep, and more than anything Haley just wanted to shift his head into his companion's lap and snooze a little more comfortably.
It had even been attempted, Haley whining to his companion and eventually a warm lap was offered up--only to be rested in. Moments later he was demanded to sit up straight, in which, remarkably, the eighteen year old hadn't argued. They needed a new system. This evening, Ernest was not allowed to wake up in the form of an exorcism. That just wasn't cool for the brunet who usually stole away an extra hour of napping.
God, it was seeming that he would never wake up, the class drawing to a close and the students becoming a bit more rowdy. But it was this instant, when he turned his head and caught sight of a rather smiley Ernest chatting with the sore thumb of a first year. It was then did it all sink in. Haley had changed his colors last night to suite the needs of that bumbling, gawky boy. Had actually abandoned his suave game plan to make the boy comfortable. Comfort was not what Haley was about. He was fierce, and he certainly wasn't interested in being the other's friend.
One good fuck, and he'd move on. But no, instead, he went soft and this suddenly became abundantly clear. All at once his back went straight as a board and every sense that was lulling back to sleep seemed to jerk upright. Oh, fuck. No, no, no. This wasn't good for the reputation and if Ernest uttered one word about how 'nice' Haley was, he might just have to off himself. Because if it got to Kida, then it would definitely get to Maxwell. And Maxwell had the tightest relationship with Seb. And Seb? He wouldn't let Haley live it down. No doubt the endless mockery would put a tension on their otherwise perfect friendship.
It was time to recollect his dignity, set that bible thumper straight. Two face had nothing on Haley Badger. As soon as that bell rang, books were collected and shoved into his backpack. Ernest, who sat at the front of the class had a good head start on him, and if he wanted to do this all discretely, he'd need to hurry his ass. A quick goodbye was issued to the blond beside him and the lithe boy dodged through a group of students to catch up beside his roommate and his pet.
Instantly, instinctively, his arm reached forward, collecting the taller boy by his waist and bringing him close. "So Bambi, are you going to give me the time of day sometime?" It was a collected, smooth greeting, and judging by the cock block's reaction, he was a bit jealous. After all, handsome third years didn't hound him for dates or sex or...or anything like that. "Because I thought," he continued with a smirk, "I behaved myself very well last night."
It appeared Haley Badger had no desire to keep last night a good memory between the two of them.
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Post by Anna on Jan 12, 2009 19:20:23 GMT -5
Even with Haley’s uncharacteristic sweetness, it had taken the restless Ernest another hour to fall asleep, and now the next day, calculus definitely wasn’t his top choice of where he wanted to be. He wore a tired smile around Kida, remaining humbly quiet about the whole ordeal, no matter how the blond peppered him with questions on the walk to class. He gave vague answers to most things he asked, some of which where wildly inappropriate and caused a blush to spread across his cheeks. But no matter what Haley had worried, Ernest wasn’t blabbering away to his best friend about how surprisingly nurturing the usually crude boy had been. The sleepy hour of quiet talking in Haley’s arm was blurry and Ernest wouldn’t have been surprised if he had dreamt the entire thing. It was as if speaking it aloud to Kida would almost jinx it, and so he kept his silence. Perhaps they would speak later when Ernest had some sort of proof that he hadn’t imagined the entire thing.
After all, Haley certainly wasn’t acting any differently now. It wasn’t as if anything had changed. The two boys, though they shared their first period class, hadn’t even walked from their dorm together. Sebastien had arrived with an impatient knock reminiscent of Haley’s violent one the night before, and not long after, Ernest had slipped past the now-distracted pair of boys to meet Kida at his dorm. And that was that.
Class passed in a painful stupor, a frustrating headache that always blossomed with lack of sleep pressing against his temples and his struggle to muffle his yawns and keep his eyes open growing with each passing minute. At least Kida wasn’t bothering him in class for answers. Before class had started, Ernest had offered a brief explanation that he’d agreed to share Haley’s bed for the week, and that he hadn’t slept well, but other than that, he kept tight-lipped. Kida hadn't pressed their conversation past the doorway, but Ernest couldn’t help but feel as if the boy was watching him, as though an explanation would be written on his face.
Of course, maybe it would be. Every once and awhile, a hopeful thought drifted through his tired mind, causing a thin smile to tug at his lips. Maybe he was finally seeing the good side of Haley?
When class ended, Ernest couldn’t help but let a relieved sigh past his lips. Next was only Drama As Literature, a peaceful and easy class that wouldn’t demand too much of his energy. Something he didn’t have to try struggle in to keep afloat. Oh, gosh, it would be so nice just to have one period to rest.
He said a quick goodbye to Kida, worried that if he passed into the hallway with the other, it would open the door to a whole rush of questions he was too tired to answer. He would fill Kida in eventually, but for now, he had told him enough. He didn’t want to jinx this .. this .. strange being that was a kind Haley Badger. The moment he thought too much about it, the mysterious boy would disappear.
This was proven a second later when, before he could manage to make a proper escape, he was suddenly very closer to the boy he’d been pondering the moment before. It was sad how the characteristic silky greeting already seemed foreign. One night of listening to his thoughtless whisper, and Ernest had forgotten just how .. how .. rude and inappropriate the other was. He wriggled against the grasp, setting two hands flat on Haley’s chest, attempting to push him away and wedge himself out of the hold.
“I have to go to class, Haley,” he said, embarrassed, his quiver barely audible in the passing time of the hallway. “I will – I will see you tonight. It’s what we agreed on.”
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Jan 13, 2009 14:35:29 GMT -5
The good side of Haley was a hard find considering the boy was entirely dedicated to hiding it. There was a phrase he remembered from a child, and he still found it to be true; 'Nice guys finish last.' Time and time again history had proved such a statement true and by no means, was the brunet ever going to end up in last. No thanks. As unlikely as it was, however, Ernest Bruun had caught glimpses of a kinder, nurturing Haley-- a mistake that he would not be making again. The motive of this challenge was to fuck that bible thumper until he couldn't see straight and then...toss him aside like old celebrity news.
It didn't take much to catch up to Ernest, hadn't taken a lot of courage to wrap an arm around him. After all, as far as he was concerned, that boy was his to handle any which way he pleased. The boy was no longer his own person, but merely a possession for the cocky third year. Haley couldn't even mask his own amusement when he observed the younger boy's internal reactions. They were swift. Confusion and panic were certainly the two reigning emotions and nothing gave him such delight as to see a boy squirm.
The hands on his chest were decided, and it was almost adorable how he tried to pry himself free from the iron grasp around him. Instead of releasing him, as he was ask too, he merely shifted, turned their direction and simply expected the other to walk with him. After all, Ernest wasn't the type who liked to make a scene and drawing attention to himself was unfavorable. Lucky for Haley, it didn't bother him either way. Immune to society and he shrugged his free shoulder.
"Class? Ernest, you were barely awake in Calculus, how on earth are you planning to stay awake in your next. Why don't you just....unwind, instead?" He asked casually, a smirk cautiously hidden. "I could help you do that, if you'd let me, that is.." he purred, leaning forward and pressing his lips warmly to a flushed ear.
Farther and farther from that next class, the eighteen year old ideally thinking he'd bring the both of them to their dorm but realizing it would be a long walk. A long walk in which, eventually, some teacher would spot them and demand them back to class. They needed something shorter, and when a Custodian's closet was wide open and prime for the taking; his mind changed.
How to get that boy in there with him? Force, probably. Ernest was big, but he certainly hadn't any power to him.
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Post by Anna on Jan 13, 2009 19:22:30 GMT -5
Anyone who was cruel enough to take advantage of the obviously helpless Ernest Bruun really ought to be ashamed of themselves. That was quite possibly the worst thing about Haley; no matter how immoral it was to prey on naive Catholic, no matter how wrong it was to attempt to woo the near-child into bed, Haley Badger seemed to remain completely shameless to the whole thing. Ernest really was doomed from the beginning -- too young to be mean, too naive to know better, and too sweet to do anything.
He was constantly trampled upon by unsuspecting students, but hardly ever was it intentional. Haley was taking the act of walking over the boy to a whole new level. His seemingly permanent submission was epitomized by how easily Haley was able to guide him off his desired path towards S233 for Drama as Lit. All the other had to do was tilt him slightly one direction or the other, and Ernest would follow without question, with only a nervous glance over his should, as if hoping someone may pop up to escort him to class.
But no one attempted to intercept him from this captor. What Haley said was true; he had hardly been able to keep his eyes open as their maths teacher droned on, but that wasn't an excuse to skip class. "You -- you were watching me?" he asked, but deciding as soon as he spoke that he didn't want to know, added, "Haley, really, I'm j-just a bit sleepy, but I do have to go to class. Drama as literature is a way to unwind."
Even as he spoke, however, his body refused to back up his words by veering away from Haley's guidance. It kept on forward, each step taking him further and further away from S233. His only movement was the uncontrolled jerk away from Haley's warm lips against his ear. "No. No thank you," he said. "I -- your help -- no thank you. I really ought to go to class."
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Jan 13, 2009 19:58:36 GMT -5
"You-- you were watching me?"
The innocent, almost even cautious inquiry caused Haley to almost laugh in spite of himself. Was there an honest moment in which he wasn't observing the other? During class his eyes got rather restless, incapable of staying on the same uninteresting, slightly over weight instructor at the front of the room. It only made sense that he'd try to spot out some more attractive, unsuspecting targets. What got him through calculus was hushed conversation with the blond beside him, their words reduced to short one syllabled words and their lips doing their best not to move so indiscretely. The two of them had already gotten multiple warnings about their side conversations and they had been threatened with separation from the more ballsy teachers. Ah yes, short conversations with his best friend and the longing glances he so often offered to his roommate.
By no means were these glances short, they were, in fact, very obvious to everyone except Ernest and Kida, who were locked down in their little world of study fever. These glances were by no means innocent either; the sort that stripped the bible thumper down next to nothing and left Haley with rather creative thoughts. On more than one occasion had Sebastien took note to his friend's behavior and every now and then, he'd assist the brunet back into present. Where he wasn't appearing so goddamn hungry.
Honestly, it was as if Haley's gaze was trying to burn through that modest Ernest's clothing. Maybe even take him right over a desk or so, right in the middle of class. That was where his fantasy always came into play. There was something about being the dominant male, wasn't there? And a submissive partner like Ernest? Wouldn't that just put every other kink to shame?
The sharp jerk within his grasp was one he was prepared for. He was beginning to understand the other's shifts, his awkward ducks and trembles. It was becoming routine. "Ernest, calm down, I honestly think you shouldn't reject me so harshly. It really crushes the ego." Hardly. The closet, wide open, beckoned him and within a moment he had gathered the skinny boy close, smiling at that pretty face before simply side stepping and plunging into what would soon be total darkness.
It had been a smooth transition, the door closing behind them and leaving the brunet to quickly search the dark for Ernest's mouth. Which wasn't any too hard, silencing any protest that might slip free. What he hadn't intended on? The door being locked. Chances were that the bundle of nerves in his arms wouldn't appreciate the gesture so much when left in the dark he desperately disliked.
Oh, smooth, Haley. Smooth.
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Post by Anna on Jan 13, 2009 20:39:47 GMT -5
Anyone else would have appreciated the break in the day, the exciting rush of suddenly finding yourself within a secluded closet, with eager legs pressed against your own before you could even draw a breath. Sebastien Lenoire, in particular, would have been graciously complimenting Haley's skills of seduction, perhaps commenting upon how wonderfully his swift action and able lips had spiced his morning. "Speedy and forward," he would've said appreciatively. "A winning combination, Badge."
Had it had been Sebastien who Haley had yanked into the janitor's closet, there was no doubt that clothes would be torn off in a matter of seconds.
But no. The stupidly determined boy had dragged not the able and willing blond, but Ernest Bruun, and Ernest was not responding at all in similar fashion. Not even a brief lapse of brain function left him dead against the other's lips; there was nothing pleasant about the forceful demand of Haley's mouth on his own, and he nearly upended a bucket trying to back away from him. The small, cramped closet hardly allowed him an escape route, and he fell against the opposite wall in attempt to avoid Haly's searching lips.
The shock of hitting the surprisingly close wall sent his eyes, which had closed fearfully in Haley’s ‘smooth’ attack, fluttering open again. There was a brief, silent moment in which Ernest registered that there was no difference between having his eyes opened and closed, and that was the last logical thought that passed his mind. He took a single deep, shuddering breath, a strangled sound whipsawing its way out of his lungs, and began to panic. The onset of his terror came so quickly that it caught even Ernest off guard. He had been growing used to sleeping in the dark, but even then, he only ever turned off the lights when he was wrapped safely in his blankets. Now, he felt exposed, the darkness pressing around him, his breath hitching. His body trembled, another shiver tearing through him as he pressed his eyes closed again.
“H-Haley,” he said, his voice shaking in a way that was almost comical as he stumbled back toward the door. “Th-This isn’t—Let me out, p-please.”
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Jan 13, 2009 21:19:24 GMT -5
Haley wouldn't have at all minded if the striking blond had gotten caught up in this closet with him, but it was obvious, the startled bible thumper deserved a 'Haley' experience of his own. One that strayed from their dorm room, at least. Honestly, it would appear that all of his attempts at seduction with his roommate would fall upon a dead audience. Something that was aggravating and left the eighteen year old a little more impatient after each rejection. Honestly, nobody's rejection would bother him quite so much as that of Ernest Bruun, the bright eyed, innocent boy-child.
The reaction he had managed to strip from the taller boy had shocked him, jerking back when he heard that heavy clutter of supplied and he followed the sound carefully, quite certain that through the dark he could see Bambi's 'deer-in-the-headlights' expression that only burned into his memory. The boy was easy to terrify, easy to startle. This could honestly be a sport for Haley Badger, and he knew he'd come out reigning champion. A sigh escaped him, a hand running through his own dark hair before waiting for that panicked heart to calm down. He could hear the other from his very spot and he could swear he could feel the HEAT radiate from the younger boy's blush. It was cute. Really cute. These were the sort of things that made this chase all the better, the more satisfying.
A couple of steps were taken before reaching blindly and resting a hand on what he suspected to be his companion's shoulder. Unlike Ernest, Haley had no fear of the dark. This sort of thing was terribly childish, but he did know that the book worm did have his own battles with the ever consuming darkness. Hand rose from that shoulder, instead travelling up that wall and leaning forward, trapping his roommate against his chest and noting how that body was trembling. Shaking like a leaf. He was only slightly amused by this fact. "Let you out?" He pouted, sounding almost a bit bored by the other's response. How typical. "God, seriously? You'd rather be in class than getting laid?" Sometimes the other boy didn't even seem human to him.
But that didn't stop Haley from reach to his left, wrapping his fingers around the knob and jerking it, expecting it to fly open before catching his own breath. In response to his quick shift in wrist, the knob fought back, instead a sound clicking being sign of their imprisonment. "Oh..." was the rather dumb phrase that left the usually on top eighteen year old. Well, he hadn't quite counted on that. Gosh, he was looking a bit sheepish, and maybe Ernest would be able to take note of such a rare expression it if the room was properly lit.
"We...we might have to chill for a while.." he confessed, lips pursing and trying not to give voice to his sudden pleasure. This....this was perfect.
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Post by Anna on Jan 14, 2009 1:50:09 GMT -5
Once again, there must have been some serious mental impairment to thoroughly enjoying the misery of the nerve-ridden third year. Everything that so pleased Haley to see—every nervous twitch, every irrepressible blush, every stutter—were exactly the things that tore at Ernest every just to know existed. When he lost control of his body like this and became a slave to his own oddities, the shame was so incredible that it idea that someone else could get such pleasure from watching this train wreck seemed completely inhuman. And yet there was Haley, constantly watching and observing him as though from behind glass, musing how cute Ernest was, trapped in his own anxiety.
But the darkness amplified everything by a hundred times. It changed the rules. The hand on his shoulder caused him to jump, but within a moment, the threat of the dark by far outweighed the threat of Haley Badger, and he automatically moved toward the source. But Haley beat him too it, suddenly so close to him that Ernest could feel his warm breath against the chill of the storage closet, and he didn’t know whether to be comforted or frightened by the proximity. Everything Haley had built up last night, everything that would’ve caused Ernest to trust him and find comfort in him at this very moment, had been shattered only seconds before with those comments, the blatant suggestion in them and his actions. Now, he didn’t know what to do, stuck between the wall and the warm chest, and between his desire to trust him and the fear he would tear that trust down in seconds.
He hardly needed to place a new trust on the boy before Haley rumbled the foundation on which he would have built it. Within a single pause, there was another crude suggestion tumbling off his lips, ruining it all. Oh god. He was trapped in the closet, in the dark, with a boy talking to him about getting laid. His skittering heart increased its pace, breathing coming in short, quick puffs now as his eyes screwed up. He had to get out of here.
The rattling of the doorknob rang clearly in the small closet, and the meaning came with just as much clarity. Forgetting himself momentarily, he bravely pushed past Haley to wrap his own hands around the knob. But a few jerks of his wrist verified his fears; the knob was unrelenting. “Oh, god,” he breathed, turning and pressing his back against the door, staring at the small strip of light that colored the inch of floor by his trainers. “For awhile?” he repeated, faintly. “For how long? Can’t you—can’t you do anything?”
He wasn’t exactly sure why he was asking. It wasn’t as if Haley could be trusted. But at least he could be trusted more than the dark.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Jan 14, 2009 15:52:44 GMT -5
Mental impairment? That seemed a bit extreme, didn't it? Then again, was it at all surprising that the very same aggressive, atrociously sexy eighteen year old had also crunched over ant hills with a magnifying glass as a child? Gosh, maybe an impairment was exactly what it was. It appeared that Haley Badger only thrived when he had entertainment and he didn't mind stirring the pot, didn't mind pushing some people around to gain it. There was zero regard for anyone, and their feelings were often tossed aside. Normally his antics were broad, spread thin amongst a great deal of unsuspecting targets but...all his attention was caught on his sugar-sweet roommate. The one with the endearing stutter and pillowy, full lips. The sort that he wanted to bite, suck and truly own for an evening. This sort of physical aggression was most prominently displayed in the prehistoric eras, but it appeared that Haley didn't seem to mind degrading himself to such mannerism.
His mother never told him any better, he would insist once he found himself sitting across from the main authority in Eddingborough. Punishment? Bah. Haley didn't take anything seriously enough to really be worried of such a thing. They could strip him from all his free time, and chain him down to his desk, but the brunet would simply rattle his chains at them. Nobody truly did win with the insufferable boy.
Apparently sex wasn't the appropriate topic for their current situation. What a pity. The door was locked, it was dark, and everything was a little bit better when clothes were stripped off. Ernest could be good for a quickie, he looked limber enough to pull this sort of thing off. Ah, but now he was just going back into his day dreams. The ones in which that bumbling boy turned into a pleading sex kitten. Of course, Haley would tend to the other in the most lewd ways possible. Every now and then these were the thoughts that colored his cheeks. (Gosh, and Haley didn't flush easily.) So there was reason to be concerned if the boy was looking a little on the hot side. Ernest's breathing on the other hand, the warm puffs that hit his neck caused the hair at his neck to rise.
Body stepped aside, allowing the lanky boy to try the knob, listening to the very same mocking resistance from the knob. The sort of defeat in the other's voice was clear and it drew Haley close, the sort of desperation that instinctually take control of the situation and be the thrifty man, clever man that Ernest needed. Of course, to him, it meant nothing. Nothing to Haley Badger, who didn't even understand his own mannerisms. "Do something?" He repeated, looking into what he supposed were his roommate's eyes, voice sort of unhinged and confused, as if he hadn't heard the other correctly.
"Well, I suppose I could tunnel us out," he murmured, voice firm despite the absolutely ridiculous idea. Mocking Ernest would probably not get him any closer into those pants, but the brunet couldn't resist the urge to sound like an asshole. "Or, how about we just join hands, click our heels together and proclaim 'there's no place like home!' That has to work."
No, Ernest wouldn't appreciate that horrible humor.
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Post by Anna on Jan 14, 2009 18:37:52 GMT -5
It was incredible how even when Haley was blatantly an asshole, Ernest managed to only feel worse about himself. It would’ve made more sense for him to brush off the comment, deemed the other a jerk, and gotten over it. But everything came back to Ernest. Ernest’s fault, Ernest’s mistake, Ernest’s stupidity, and upon hearing the other’s answer, his cheeks flared up. It was lucky they were in the dark, at least Haley couldn’t see the flood of color.
Oh god, what was he thinking? It was most certainly, unmistakably not lucky that they were in the dark. Even the intimidating presence of Haley could not distract him from his most primal fear. It was completely beyond his control, the way his lungs restricted, the way his heart thudded in his ears, the way he got dizzy, sick, anxious, miserable. His hands crossed tightly over his chest, twisting into the fabric of his sleeves, and he shook his head fervently. “No—that’s not what I meant,” he said quickly, even his voice picking up a frantic pace. “I meant—a cell phone, or something. C-Call a friend to get us out, or—or—or I d-don’t know. But I didn’t mean that.”
His legs had begun to shake, and he slid down the door, trying to find the smallest comfort in the strip of light behind him as he sat. But it wasn’t enough, and he drew his knees to his chest, as though the smaller he could curl himself, the less darkness could reach him. Long fingers twisted in his own hair. It was just fear, thick and all consuming. Thoughts that Haley Badger (who was arguably a bigger threat than the darkness) was only a little bit away barely punctured his panicked sate, surfacing blearily to spike his fear momentarily before fading back under the blanket of terror.
It was only after a few minutes that he fully remembered Haley was even there, and the rush of embarrassment that came with the realization complimented his fear nicely. Now, his stomach was a miserable mess of all horrible feelings that the world had to offer, or so it seemed. Oh, God. He really was cowering on the floor with his head in his knees, wasn’t he? God. Oh, God. He was like a six year old. His father would be ashamed.
“I – God – I’m sorry, I – ” But that was all he could say, really. How on earth could he finished that sentence? And why on earth should he? It wasn’t as if Haley cared.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Jan 14, 2009 20:58:33 GMT -5
If anyone should be getting the verbal slap down, it should be Haley Badger. Who gave him the right to grab a poor defenseless boy like Ernest and drag the poor thing into a closet? Who was he to think for one minute it was alright to force himself on the timid, pleading boy who just wanted to get to his class? The bible thumper wasn't looking for trouble, in fact, it appeared that he spent a great deal of it as far as possible. The boy didn't stay up late, if he had company it was quiet and respectful. The boy seemed to have this overbearing goodness about him and the fact that the horrible eighteen year old wanted to destroy it? It was absolutely disgusting. Boys like him ought to be ashamed of themselves.
It would have even been entirely understandable if the dejected boy started fighting back, in fact it would have been encouraged. Bullies shouldn't be given more strength then they needed, and it appeared that Ernest was channeling all his residing strength into the outrageous, primitive boy. God, Haley could hear the misery in that voice, in that panicked squabble of words. He was trembling all over again, and part of Haley wondered if that was exhausting or not. "No, I don't have my phone on me," he muttered, fixing some of his own hair and listening to that shattered voice stumble on. He was going to go to hell for all his practices against that poor boy.
God, he couldn't help but feel a bit sick to his stomach, Ernest was actually falling apart in front of him. Not that he could see it, but he could definitely hear it and feel it. A sigh escaped him, listening as those erratic breaths suddenly dulled in volume. It appeared the other must have slunk down to the floor, the sudden gap of light beneath the door way being partly smothered. Alright, alright. He was responsible for this, and he could take care of the situation. All at once the predator of a boy got down in a squatting position, figuring he was eye to eye with his stressing infatuation to be. "Calm down," he sighed, sounding almost a bit apologetic. His hand extended, feeling over what he supposed was the other's jaw and offering it a soft stroke, perhaps a gesture of companionship instead of a sexual advance.
"Don't be sorry, alright?" Because apologies were just tiring and barely fun in the least. Instead Haley lowered down entirely, taking a seat on the cool floor and crossing his legs. "Come here.." he issued, the sort of talk that was more of an order than a suggestion. Maybe...just for a little while he could hold onto that boy, maybe press him against his chest and smell his hair. Last night had been enough proof that the boy coped better when being held, so why should this closet pose anything different. Arms outstretched now, impatient with waiting on the other and knowing it would be easier if he just did it himself. In an instant he had managed to scoop that bundle of nerves against him, fitting the other just perfectly against his chest before pressing the boy close. "I have a lighter in my pocket," he mumbled, exhaling deeply. "Would that make you feel better?"
Only short glimpses of light, but if it comforted that boy--it was worth a shot.
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Post by Anna on Jan 15, 2009 1:19:14 GMT -5
Icy terror still gripped his stomach, and he could feel his heart slamming against his ribs like a captive animal. He was near tears, caught between feeling terrified and pathetic. When would they ever get out of here? If he didn’t have his cell phone on him, they couldn’t call. And Ernest had been too flustered to have a good look around before being dragged into the closet. Were they in a populated enough area that students would hear their yelling? Even if they were, most of them would be in class, which meant another hour and a half had to pass before anyone was even in the near vicinity.
Oh, God. He heard Haley squat down in front of him, and he held his breath, waiting. Would he make fun of him? Try and kiss him? Say something lewd? Would he just make everything even worse than it already was?
But no. The mildly apologetic tone in Haley’s voice fell on Ernest’s mind like medication, the smallest bit of guilt translated in his terror as a ray of hope, and suddenly, he found himself accepting the other’s hold, clutching onto him as if he might fall otherwise. He gripped the boy with a force that might’ve been painful, but the sudden shift in personality was gulped up hungrily by Ernest, jumping on it as if afraid the kind Haley would disappear if he blinked the wrong way. As he accepted Haley’s grasp, a little of that poisonous fear that had charged his system seemed to fade away. The familiarity of Haley’s embrace was utterly comforting in light of their previous night together, and despite only a few minutes before. For a moment, all was forgotten.
At the boy’s concerned offer, Ernest shook his head fervently into the other’s shoulder, only holding him tighter in response. He wasn’t sure a lighter would help. Surely the ghostly shadows that came from the small source of light, flickering in the unfamiliar space would be just as frightening. He lifted his face as though to thank Haley for the gesture, but his words were lost in his still rapidly beating heart, and so he only looked, brows slightly furrowed. His eyes had adjusted to the dark, and with the thin amount of light filtering in, he could see a ghostly outline of the boy. He carefully shifted slightly against his chest, allowing himself to become more comfortable, tensing as he realized how tightly he was clutching onto him, but it was fleeting, and slowly, his eyes fluttered closed once more.
“Haley,” he finally said, a little timidly at first. The closet was beginning to feel not so awfully dark. “Aren’t you scared?” he asked, and his voice, though still trembling, rang with honesty. It was question that was more than childishly curiosity. His words were weighted with a blatant, honest-to-God, deep desire to know. “I mean – not of the dark, because surely you’re not – but .. of anything? A-At all?”
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Jan 15, 2009 1:51:13 GMT -5
As bizarre as it seemed, the desire to ravish Ernest Bruun had rapidly escaped him the moment that boy recoiled and slipped to the ground in complete terror. In a way it was almost comical. This was only a broom closet. There were probably chemicals on the shelf above them, and there was a broom holder to their right, if he remembered correctly. To their left was a mop and bucket and right in the middle of the room? Haley Badger, sitting, cool as a cucumber and wondering, idly, if he did light a cigarette-- would there be a smoke detector up on the roof. That would be a great give away to their location, but it did sound a bit drastic. After all, Ernest hated the smell of smoke, this he knew, and Haley had no real desire to leave.
This wasn't horrifying, it was just a minor set back, and it beat going to his next class in which he would have attempted sleep once again. Worse things could have happened to them, he reckoned, they should be grateful they were safe. God, that was the sort of talk that would comfort the other, it was GODLY shit and it made the boisterous boy a little uncomfortable to think too long on it. He was interested in comforting, not repeating the word of some prophet hack from thousands of years ago.
Ernest smelled divine, tucked against him and clutching onto him for dear life. It surprised him to say the least, the amount of force that was necessary to drive the demons out from the teenager. This could have been expected from a six year old, but from a third year? It was almost a bit comical. Never the less, his arms stayed firm, inhaling the other other's scent discretely and tucking his face into his companion's shoulder. The rabbit heart that beat so firmly, with such dedication, suddenly slowed and fingers gently strolled up and down that spine, as if their gentle pathways would soothe every anxious urge in that body.
His lighter was denied, but this hardly bothered him, instead leaning back slightly and staring right back up at the ceiling. Man, it would be so bad ass if he had a joint right now. It would totally be like the Breakfast Club, or whatever. Without the detention and all that stuff. Body shifted when that grip was eased up on his shoulders, taking better note of the younger boy and suddenly perking up when his name was called, the title sounding nearly foreign in the dark, and tilted his head.
"Yeah?" was the valid inquiry, waiting on the rest of that question. A scoff was tempted to leave that mouth. Was he scared? Did he look like he was going through the same trauma Ernest was going through? This might as well have been a cake walk for him. But there was a certain sweetness in that voice, a careful curiosity that didn't mean to intrude, but also worked around his resolve. By this point? Haley would talk just to keep himself entertained. Because a talking Ernest was better than a fainted one.
The question, actually, proved to strip an almost fond smile from his lips before rolling his eyes. "Nah, not really. I suppose I'd be frightened if I was chased by a dozen hungry tigers, but I don't really have...these kind of fears." Dark spaces, enclosed areas, snakes and insects, clowns-- nothing. He was completely immune.
"I mean, if I get scared, it mostly has to...f-fuckin'," he stopped, suddenly finding it a bit hard to speak and urging himself on so he didn't sound retarded. "I think, if I'm frightened of anything, it would be of being replaced. Tossed aside. I knew a sick sonofa-- this really interesting guy," quick correction. His F- bomb didn't go too well, if he recalled, even in the dark. "This guy who told me everyone is replaceable, and on some level I know it's true but...that's just...that's just messed."
Haley wanted to have permanence in this world, thank you very much. He wasn't just going to be improved by another. This was it.
A cough, eyes shutting and cuddling in a bit closer-- as near as he could without making the other suspicion of his intentions. "What about you? Does only the dark do this to ya?"
Somehow, he sincerely doubted it.
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Post by Anna on Jan 15, 2009 18:07:47 GMT -5
His fingers occupied themselves in smoothing the tie over the other’s shirtfront, much like he would smooth over his own wrinkles or tug at this hair. It was all a good distraction, but it was still dark. Having Haley beside him wouldn’t change that, wouldn’t spark up a magic light to ease his heart completely. But it was a start. He was still breathing, at least. His heart was still beating.
He listened to the smooth voice in the dark, wondering at how it wasn’t as scary when it was detached from the body. Haley was a lot easier to listen to when Ernest didn’t have to look at him. So he listened. He was a good listener, taking in every word and considering it. The slight fumble in Haley's speech caught Ernest off guard, but he was patient as he waited for him to finish, thinking no less of the boy as he spoke. There was a small, thoughtful silence after Haley fell quiet, and Ernest’s fingers slid distractedly under the soft tie, finding instead the small buttons of his dress shirt that were smooth to the touch. He ran his fingers softly over them, finding a certain amount of comfort, as he did with other simple things—the grass, the fabric on his own knee, Kida’s hair.
At the boy’s question, he ducked his head. “I - I’m afraid of everything,” he said with small, dull laugh. “The dark, failing my classes, big crowds, confrontation -- disappointing my father.” There was a brief, barely noticeable pause before he added, sounding vaguely defeated. “You.”
He dropped off at the sharp puncture he felt in his chest, though his voice barely faltered. Besides from a nervous beaten giggle, he said it matter-of-factly. He was only stating the truth. Though, he couldn’t help but wish he’d left that bit out. Ernest was honest to a fault. He shook his head and tried to concentrate of what Haley had said. About his own fears. It was an obscure fear to have, at least for Haley. It was completely unexpected coming form his roommate, who seemed so strong and brave.
“Who would replace you?” he asked seriously. An onlooker might find it strange that the hostage was now questioning his captor with such care. It was perhaps one of his greatest strengths and weaknesses all at once—Ernest couldn’t not care about anyone. “Have you ever been replaced before?” he probed a little cautiously. “To make you afraid?”
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Jan 15, 2009 19:30:17 GMT -5
he fiddling nature of Ernest's fingers didn't even seem to catch Haley Badger's attention while in the closet. If at any other time his roommate was repeating this very same act, it was a promise that the oversexed teenager would have at least attempted to work a kiss out of that pretty mouth. But there was a different atmosphere in the closet, one he hadn't been inspecting. After all, if he had been in here with Sebastien, he predicted he'd already be working that boy out of his pants. That was the sort of mood he was trying to promote by trapping the lanky boy inside with him. Perhaps that romanticized imagery all went down the drain the moment Ernest began hyperventilating. Not sexy. (Haley wouldn't be the one to admit the mood died because of his eventual moral softening.)
Eyes had fluttered closed in the dark, finding it unnecessary to keep them open when the world proved to be just as black either way. Might as well get comfortable. The closet was, fortunately, warm and if they had brought a couple of blankets in here with them, it would make this place almost enjoyable. A slight groan tugged from his throat when he felt a small irritation at his neck, fussing only momentarily against the other before winding himself exactly where he was before, but all the more comfortable.
A small smile curled on his lips when that mirthless, dry explanation was offered to him. It was as if the other was toting such fears along with him as if they were wares instead of real hindering concerns. "That's hardly everything," Haley reasoned logically, voice gruff and sounding a little tired. Honestly, he sounded nothing like he did when he was in the hall. That voice was usually so refined ands sweet, and at the same time-- condescending. If you had a feeling that Haley Badger was mocking you, you are probably right. Here, everything was uncalculated and the boy in his lap posed as no threat.
A shocked laugh escaped him as of suddenly, lighting up the atmosphere the moment that timid voice stamped Haley as a fear. It was cute, really, and he couldn't help but get some satisfaction out of it. "Aw, I'm not all bad, Ern," he reasoned, head tilting and fluttering those eyes open just for the sake of politeness. (The dark didn't seem to change the rules of etiquette. "Really, you should give me a real try sometime."
The second question, a bit surprised that the other hadn't dropped the subject, was mood faltering, however.
"Who would replace you?"
Innocence at it's finest, and all over again Haley was second guessing himself. Why would anyone replace him? He was dashing, clever, funny and pleasant on most occasions. A laugh, almost disbelieving before shrugging his shoulders when he was carefully interrogated. Hardly. But for the record, he would refer to Ernest's gentle behavior as 'busting his balls.'
"Uhh," empty. The first time in a long while he had been speechless. "I don't quite recall, to be honest." Hand reached behind him, rubbing the back of his neck in almost a sheepish manner before wrapping that arm once more against the younger boy. "Probably one of those unexplainable fears or...repressed memories or somethin'."
Hell, Haley didn't know.
"Or maybe I'm talking out of my ass."
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