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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 15:31:29 GMT -5
When it came to Chemistry, Haley wasn't going to lie; it was his bitch. It was one of those classes he could exert little effort into and come out with top knotch grades. This of course, was a rightful reason for many of his classmates to hate him. The few small quizzes they had already had already confirmed his place within the class grading system. However, with this knowledge of success, it certainly didn't prevent the sly eighteen year old from slipping into the library, a due assignment in hand for tomorrows afternoon class.
It was a damn good paper, he had written it up two hours ago previously within the company of his second half, Sebastien Lenoire. They had been lying side by side on their stomachs, both adamently working on some assignments. Of course, Haley was focusing on his school work, the blond beside him was making adjustments to the map he had so diligently created for the both of them. Ideas were idly tossed back and forth, while playful banter ensued. Perhaps right now, if one chose to look a little more closely at the fast paced third year, they'd notice a faint flush in his cheeks. It had been quite difficult leaving the other boy when their work had been abandoned and instead they were left on a fully functional bed.
Clothes had remained on, however, and Haley would stay firm on saying it was completely Sebastien's fault. 'He attacked me,' the brunet would confess, if asked, finger pointing at the cocky trouble maker. But no need now that he was out of the dorm and breathing in air that wasn't quite so sprinkled with Sebastien's scent.
The library just smelled old. Dusty, even. The sort of aroma that reminded him of his grandmother's place back home in Middlesex, New Jersey. She wasn't the functional grandmother, either. The gray old woman didn't make much effort to bathe and tended to let dust collect on every surface. Visits to grandma were always dreaded.
Wading his way through a small group of second years, the lithe male shifted, eyes scanning lazily over the endless rows of shelves and drifting down a couple of stray couches and chairs. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, however, when a sweet, impressionable angel was located on the wide green couch situated on the far left hand side. Bingo. Feet picked up their pace, approaching his beloved and barely hesitating before coming up from behind the rather engaged Ernest before leaning over, lips pressed close to the shell of his room mate's ear. "Ernest, baby, why are we torturing ourselves? I've been missing you desperately. Come back home."
Sometimes it took a lot of work not to laugh at his own antics.
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Post by Anna on Nov 30, 2008 16:20:51 GMT -5
The library had become his second home, more comfortable and welcoming than his dorm. He'd happily poured himself into his school work as a means of distraction -- after all, Ernest had a challenging schedule, one he could only keep up if he studied thoroughly. He wasn't a natural born student. There were people out there who could pass classes easily, without ever reading a stitch of material, or studying for a test. Ernest Bruun wasn't one of those lucky ones; he had to study 'til he was exhausted, and he had to pour every inch of himself into his school work.
Ernest was happy to do it -- it was rewarding to write a good essay, to pass an exam, to finish a challenging math. He liked the feeling that he had worked hard for something, and it had paid off. He liked learning new things.
At the moment, though, his brain was too muddled to be distracted by a simple set of math equations. His textbook and spiral lay open, ignored, on the table in front of his usual couch in the library. He'd tried in vain to finish the homework for roughly twenty minutes, but all he'd gotten out of that attempt was a headache from staring at a blank page for so long.
He knew it was because he had unresolved issues on his heart, and that it would continue to plague him until he set it straight. Since he'd arrived at Eddingborough, the sins had been stacking up against him, and he'd been too frightened to pray on it, or confess it at church the Sunday before. He knew he couldn't hide from the Lord, not like he could avoid Father Charleston, but he just couldn't get himself to even think about the things he'd done.
Every time he sat down to pray, his head pounded, his thoughts tangled, and he remembered suddenly an assignment he had to work on. So he would dash off to do it, forgetting to pray, and distract himself for roughly an hour before another wave of guilt and panic rolled over him.
His tattered, well-loved Bible was open comfortably in Psalms. It was pretty weak of him, he knew -- he should've opened to James, or something weightier that would benefit him, but his fingers wouldn't cooperate.
Psalms 32:5 I acknowledged my sin to You, And my iniquity I have not hidden. I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord,” And You forgave the iniquity of my sin
He drew in a deep breath, eyes scanning fondly over the thin gold-edged page. Come on, Ernest, he thought to himself, eyes shutting. Stop hiding what you've done, and your guilt will be gone.
Well, it was now or never.
Lord, I confess that I have sinned against You, others and myself, and I call upon You--
"Ernest, baby, why are we torturing ourselves? I've been missing you desperately. Come back home."
The boy nearly jumped out of his skin at the interruption, the sudden smooth voice and puff of warm air mixing together to send his heart up to his throat and his stomach through the floor. The Bible in his hands fumbled onto the ground, and he quickly scrambled to pick it up. He didn't look back to see who it was; he knew who it was.
He dragged a hand over his face to collect himself, rubbing roughly at his eyes and down his cheek. "Haley," he greeted uncertainly, throwing a small glance over his should to show he had heard him. "I - I'm -- no need to -- I'm just studying right now. I-I'll be back to the room later."
Well, it was better not to fight him. He desperately wanted to comment upon the absurdity of Haley's dramatics, to ask him not to sneak up on him, to giggle nervously. But Ernest at least had the smallest handle on his actions, and he wasn't about to give Haley more reason to torture him.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 16:42:56 GMT -5
The reaction he had gotten out of Ernest was better than whatever his imagination could have come up with. The way that boy jerked, the way it flooded with color and the way it scrambled, absolutely dodged down to the ground to collect his 'light reading,' which had fallen onto it's face, spine flat and aching against the floor. Instead of reassuring the other, of apologizing, the pleased brunet simply crawled over the back of the couch, allowing his weight to send him down into the warmth and comfort of cushions.
The hawk of the librarian seemed to like Haley, because although she saw this sort of boyish behavior, she turned a blind eye to it, instead busying herself in paper work. Poor Ernest could have really used her to his advantage. It a was a shame that boys like Sebastien and Haley had all the breaks within the school. Charisma was certainly something to have going into a school such as this.
Eyebrows rose in unison, disappearing under a messy cloud of bangs before shifting his weight, allowing his companion room to sit down beside him on the ancient furniture. "Later?" he repeated, nose wrinkling and rolling his eyes. "But I want you to come back to our room now." Sometimes the differences between Haley and a five year old diminished greatly, especially in a situation where nobody really rejected him.
A certain smile, not at all good natured, perhaps more predatory, spread upon his lips now, left hand extending a piece of paper in front of the younger boy. "Calm down, I'm just playing with you." Head tilted to his paper now, eyeing that panicked face before clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "I just wanted to see if you'd look over some of my Chem. for tomorrow." A pause, waiting to see if Ernest would indeed take it.
"I mean, my grade is your grade, after all."
A really ridiculous grading system, if you asked him. But a really good way to sneak some time in with an unsuspecting sweet heart. Moving this to the bedroom wouldn't be that hard at all if he played his cards right.
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Post by Anna on Nov 30, 2008 17:17:01 GMT -5
Even in the vast expanse of the library, Ernest felt cornered. His eyes flickered over to the librarian, even though he knew he couldn't expect help. He hadn't been at Eddingborough very long, but it was already very clear that he wasn't going to be babied like he was back home. Adults, once a figure of protection and compassion, now embodied another power entirely, one prepared to turn a blind eye on Ernest's troubles.
He sighed, resigned, and settled back on the couch beside Haley. Words couldn't describe his discomfort, how stiff and awkward he felt next to this boy, who was so obviously at ease. Ernest perched himself at the edge of the couch, trying to look casual in his straight-backed demeanor.
He had never dealt with someone like his roommate before. Ernest couldn't wrap his mind around how... childish he was, and how rude and imposing. It was hard to gauge how to deal with someone who quite obviously would remain untouched by everything Ernest offered in his own defense.
Ernest hadn't even started his own chemistry homework. It was in line behind finishing his math proofs, reading Heart of Darkness, and preparing his speech on...on... Ernest couldn't even remember. His mind was consumed with everything that was going on. How was he ever going to get everything done before tomorrow? His throat tightened at everything he hadn't realized he needed to do. Why did his roommate have to remind him?
He reached out a hand to grasp the paper, and his deep blue eyes scanned over it in disbelief. "Me?" he asked weakly, raising his eyes to meet Haley's, for want of explanation. "H-Haley, you hardly need my help. Everyone knows how well you do."
Haley Badger needed to go away before Ernest broke down on the couch beside him. With everything prepared to break over his head, the brunet's quiet tauntings would only push him further.
And so he wouldn't push it. He sighed softly, and turned his eyes to the first problem.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 17:56:18 GMT -5
It was as if Ernest was trying to calm a wild cat. The way he cautiously sat down beside Haley, the almost petrified look in his eyes seemed to speak levels to the already smug student. The paper was rattled once more in front of his room mate's eyes before the boy took it, a rather fetching smile turning up on Haley's lips. Excellent, the boy had blindly taken the bait. If he worked this out appropriatelty, there shouldn't be a single reason why he couldn't at least get that shirt off.
Haley liked to believe the other had horribly sensitive nipples. Liked to imagine how that body worked beneath his own. Fantasy was something that generally occupied Chemistry. Ernest, after all, sat two rows ahead of him and a seat to the left. It gave the brunet some quality time to imagine just how cute that ass was bare and...well, then he usually snapped out of it because Seb would be staring at him in a rather mocking manner.
It was truly a curse how infatuated he was with the skinny, stuttering, bible thumper. The way that boy even trembled his NAME was enough to excite him, and his imagination was tugging back to the bedroom all over again. Would he call his name like that? Oh, he hoped so. Perhaps his name followed with a demand like, 'harder,' or 'faster.'
He was so going to hell.
"I do alright," Haley replied modestly, face faltering and patting the seat next to him. "You're going to fall down if you don't sit properly." Either that or the librarian would ream him for not respecting the furniture. After a moment of silence, he shifted now, arm extending and instead pulling the other's arm so he fell next to the predator, almost into his lap.
"Any errors yet?"
He was going to kill this boy. No doubt about it.
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Post by Anna on Nov 30, 2008 18:14:24 GMT -5
Ernest couldn't concentrate. It wasn't just Haley -- Ernest wouldn't give him all the credit, even if he deserved a lot of it -- it was everything. Not only was the boy on the other side of the couch making him sick with nerves, but the pile of homework that demanded his attention was enough to turn his stomach in knots. He hated the idea that there was no way to clear his brain enough to finish his work, and yet, he knew he'd be up all night attempting it before the following day's classes.
He tried to focus his eyes on the sheet of paper before him, tried to make sense of the foreign-seeming scrawl in front of his eyes. The cramped letters spanning the paper could've been spelling out recipes for chocolate chip cookies for all he knew. The information slipped through his brain without leaving a trace of meaning behind.
There was no way. No way in the world was he going to get anything done, let alone correct Haley's probably perfect homework. His hands trembled as he lowered the worksheet to his lap. He wished he knew a way to ask Haley politely to leave him be.
He was about to open his mouth and resond that he was perfectly comfortable where he was, but before he could squeak the words out, he was yanked across the couch, landing too close to his predator for comfort.
He thrust the paper into Haley's hands. "Of course there are no errors. You're very -- bright, Haley. You don't need my help. I actually still have a lot of my own homework to do, so if you .. if you could please leave me to study, I'd really appreciate it."
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 18:33:05 GMT -5
Ernest avoiding his homework until the last minute? That would certainly surprised Haley, that seemed more like something he'd do than the quivering boy who was now seated beside him and staring at him as if he were, indeed, that mentioned tiger. Oh, he had that boy exactly where he wanted him. The faster he could get that body out of the library, the sooner he could touch him inside of their bedroom. That would help Bambi relax.
(Either that or put him into a coma. Either way; relax!)
His paper, which was barely glanced over, this he knew, was grabbed back, and placed to his side, instead placing all his attention on his squirmish companion. Honestly, Haley wasn't going to bite him. Maybe tease a nipple with his teeth, but...Nothing to impair him beyond possible assistance. Now that would just be cruel.
"A lot of homework to do? Ernest, you're in here with your bible," the eighteen year old replied a little dully, grabbing at the book and flipping through it as if looking for a redeeming picture. "If you were so concerned about your work, I'm certain you would have brought it with you." A pause, tilting his head before leaning forward and brushing his fingers gently through Ernest's hair, tucking back a couple of loose strands.
"And if you plan on studying," he continued now, sounding perhaps a bit too sultry, "your books are in our dorm." Where he had saw them before he had left to visit the library.
After all, he assumed that Ernests dwelled in two places. Their homes and in their libraries.
Libraries. PAH! More like mental masturbation.
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Post by Anna on Nov 30, 2008 18:51:52 GMT -5
There was something wrong with Haley Badger. Sure, Ernest had his problems; he couldn't concentrate when boys were too close, and he sometimes day dreamed to much, and he didn't go to confessional nearly enough, but he couldn't help any of that. His roommate, on the other hand, had something very wrong with him if he didn't understand the rules of being a decent human being.
When someone asked you politely to leave them be, you let them be. That's how things were. But no matter how hard Ernest tried to rid himself of Haley's company, the boy returned even more confident than before. He was like one of those Chinese finger traps Ernest used to play with when he was a kid; the harder you tugged your fingers out, the harder it trapped them.
"I was taking a break from my studying," he said softly, reaching out and gently retrieving his Bible from the boy's grasp. He felt protective of it, as though it were an extension of himself -- he spent so much time reading it and scribbling in its margins that the book might as well been part of him. After he tucked the Bible protectively in his bag, he gestured to the table in front of their couch. "I've got my math book --"
But once again, he was cut off in shock. It seemed he was never capable of finishing sentences around the boy. This time, Haley had extended a hand, looping his long fingers through Ernest's thick hair. All thought dissolved, and Ernest merely stared at his hand, braving an occasional, horrified glance to Haley as though he couldn't quite believe he was doing such a thing.
Their conversation hardly warranted for any touching at all, and yet, the brunet seemed to find a way every other second to get some sort of feel at him. Ernest couldn't make sense of it.
"Really," he said in a choked voice, twisting away from his hand. "I can concentrate in here. It's much more -- peaceful than our dorm. I'm staying."
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 19:38:43 GMT -5
Something wrong with him? Naw. He was just a boy with a healthy sexual appetite who seemed to have a healthy infatuation with the boy sitting next to him. Honestly, Ernest didn't realize how difficult it was for Haley to sit so close without touching him. It was plain and simple; Ernest turned him on. Every little shudder, every timid glance...That boy was just spot on. There was certainly something about a chase, and the fact that he hadn't given in after a day and a half? It was disturbing to the usually victorious teenager.
Fingers were tempted to tighten around the bible in his hands, tempted to make the other really work to get it out of his grasp. Then again, the goodness in Haley Badger decided tha the could cut his companion a little bit of slack considering he was being such a good sport about this. "Well then, which is it, Ernest?" He asked now, rounding on the other in a rather playful manner. "Are you studying or are you taking a well deserved break." After all, he could really make it worth Ernest's while. Although, he decided that wasn't the best thing to add.
The expression, the utter horror on Ernest's face seemed to please Haley to such extents that he couldn't describe it. There was a certain thrill about riling up Ernest's feathers, and when he made it this obvious-- it just made it all the more satisfying. Fingers curled in the soft mass a moment more before drawing back, appearing quite pleased with himself.
A mock eyebrow rose, as if challenging Ernest to say something about his actions. "Honestly, Ernest," he breathed now, appearing a little bit bored and aggravated. "Let's play for a little while. You can get back to your math later, right?"
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Post by Anna on Nov 30, 2008 20:55:19 GMT -5
Ernest knew that the only way to ever get Haley to leave him alone would be to stand up to him. Even then, it was questionable. This theory, however, would never be put to the test, because Ernest would never have the courage to tell Haley to back off. The poor boy just couldn't connect the dots -- he could see that Haley was being mean, that he was teasing him, and trying to rile him up, but even with the constant touching, flirting and obvious come-ons, he couldn't see for the life of him that Haley Badger was trying to .. bed him. He eyed the boy apprehensively, unable to see a way out. “I’m studying,” he affirmed. “Well, actually – I took a break, but I shouldn’t have. I really have a lot to do, you see, and just – I can’t concentrate with – ” Ernest didn't know how he felt about Haley addressing him by name. It was certainly a step up from Bambi, a name which made Ernest cringe every time the boy said it in his smooth, taunting voice. But usually he adored when people called him by his name -- the simple addition of it made any sentence sound more person, made his heart warmer. But when Haley said it .. it felt different somehow. It pleased him and made him uncomfortable at the same time. It made his name sound like something completely different.
He sighed. "Maybe I-I could use a break," he admitted, resigned, slouching forward to rest his forearms on his knees. "I have to get back to it in a few minutes, okay? Perhaps we can just -- talk? We are .. roommates, after all, and should get to know each other?"
The phrase fell strangely off his mouth, but it made sense, and was only polite. Maybe if Ernest didn't act like such a mess, Haley would stop trying to make him so uncomfortable. Maybe they could be friends?
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 21:48:38 GMT -5
It was beautiful. Haley couldn't have asked for anything more perfect to fall into his lap. The boy was softening, visibly, simply due to the fact that he had decided, for the first time since, well, meeting Ernest, that he'd use his name. For heaven's sake, it was as if it were some sort of magical phrase that would suddenly get him what he wanted.
Ah yes, Haley, baby steps. The brunet was a slow learner, and it seemed like for a brief moment he might as well have achieved some sort of goddamn award for the certain amount of pride he felt. That crude smile never did seem to leave that handsome face, th eighteen year old clamping down on his bottom lip as if to prevent a smile that was now deseperate to form.
Talk? How sweet. Oh, the boy must be sadly mistaken if he thought Haley would be satisfied with just talking to him. No, no, no. Haley would at least want to taste him one more time before he was willing to call it quits for the day. Dark eyes peered over his companion for a moment, noting the way the other had squeaked out his compliance the best he could, and noted how Ernest appeared to withdraw. The predator was re-introduced to the ring, it appeared.
Body shifted innocently enough, but the intent was beyond obvious for any onlookers. His body was only a fraction away from his room mate, and his arm extended over the edge of the couch, seeming to lean in on the taller, gangly boy. "I suppose you're right," he humored softly now, trying to control the urge to just tackle the other beneath him now.
No making out in the library.
"But what on earth do you want to know, Ernest?" He asked, voice turning honey sweet and resting his free hand on his companion's thigh, thumb gently stroking the inside. Oh. Bad boy.
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Post by Anna on Nov 30, 2008 22:09:32 GMT -5
In hindsight, Ernest had been crazy to think that inviting Haley Badger into friendly conversation would help ease the tension. In fact, the realization that this whole encounter would probably lead to something else he'd need to pray on made Ernest feel like an idiot. Sure, it was a bit crazy that he would be thinking about homework at a time like this, but he was fairly certain that whatever state Haley left him him would not be one fit for finishing the heap of school work waiting for him.
At the same time, he also felt like it would be a good try to attempt to make friends with his roommate. They would be sharing a living space for the rest of the year, as well as probably have to study together. Maybe this -- whatever it was about Haley -- was just a personality quirk of his that would go away with time. Sort of like Ernest's nerves. As time went on at Eddingborough, Ernest found himself growing more and more comfortable with the students around him. Well, except Haley.
But soon that would go away too, right? And so, hopefully, would Haley's forwardness. It would just take a little bit. It was still early.
"Well, anything really -- " he started, but the words stopped short in response to the hand now on his thigh. Several things happened at once; without thought, Ernest's hand shot out and grabbed at Haley's wrist, his head simultaneously snapping up to catch his eyes. Blue met hazel, and for a moment, all Ernest could do was stare at him, warm breath falling off his full lips, and brows furrowed.
"I -- what are you doing?"
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 22:44:58 GMT -5
It was simply getting better and better as it went on, and the best part? It seemed that the entire library was intentionally ignoring the both of them on this couch. Students and staff members alike were turning a blind eye to Haley's horrible intentions for the wide eyed, bible thumper. Perhaps their room would have been a safer place for Ernest, at least there he could risk to raise his voice without getting kicked out for being another one of those awful trouble makers.
This wasn't a mere personality quirk, this was, to be more precise, a giant act for the sake of getting a piece of ass. However, Ernest didn't know this, and didn't have to know this at such a time or place. The real Haley, the one that Seb had the pleasure of meeting, was quite shy and certainly didn't peak out very often when he was trying, desperately, to maintain a very masculine image. The fact that Haley had let his gaurd down in front of his blond class mate, was something he didn't care to discuss.
Head tilted, as if greatly interested in his companion now, fingers working gently at the clothed thigh, but as soon as his hand seemed to move, it was plucked right off with a tight hand. Wrist was left still, paralyzed in that grasp, the cocky boy stilling and seeming to take in the entire reaction his toy had given him. Everything down from the gasp, to that tight, binding grip made his body shiver, a certain glow seeming to radiate from him. If only he had that little bit on tape. He'd rewind and press play dozens of times just to get the full effect of those pouty lips and those innocent, friendly eyes.
If tha was supposed to embarrass him, or stop him, Ernest would be sadly mistaken. Just the opposite. "I was," he began smoothly now, leaning in all the more closer, making no effort to retrieve his hand. "rubbing your thigh, but as you can see...you've caught my wrist, lover, so I can't do too much, now can I?"
Still, no reaction from the library.
"Is there a problem?"
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Post by Anna on Nov 30, 2008 23:27:55 GMT -5
Maybe if Ernest knew the thoughts going on in Haley's head, he'd have the sense to try stifle his natural reactions. He couldn't help it, though -- he was jumpy, and some boy was now feeling him up. His body responded before his mind could, and it made sense that he should try to stop him. Now that his fingers were coiled around that wrist though, and he was locked into a binding eye contact he couldn't break for the life of him, Ernest really wished he hadn't moved.
Ernest would have to learn how careful he needed to be around Haley. Eventually, he may pick up ways to lessen the blow, to avoid the boy, to escape his various advances. But right now .. it was hopeless. With the oblivious library staff and apathetic students around them, they might as well be locked away in a remote room somewhere.
But that wasn't going to stop Ernest from trying. Really, how hard would the boy keep pushing it if Ernest kept changing the subject? The hand on his thigh was warm, but in an entirely different way that Kida's hands had been warm. Kida's hands had been welcomed and pleasant. There was just something about Haley that seemed dangerous.
He didn't answer Haley's question directly -- somehow, Ernest felt like if he told him that it was a problem, Haley would only be too excited to continue. Some boys just liked causing problems. So he simply pushed against the wrist, trying to remove it's heat from his leg.
Still unable to rip his eyes from Haley's, he said in a trembling voice, "I was thinking that maybe, perhaps we'd only t-talk. About -- you, or me, if you'd like. Or .. pr-proofs?" he added with a nervous giggle, gesturing toward the table without looking at the math book there.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 23:48:54 GMT -5
The library proved to be even better than their dorm room. Sure, they hadn't the privacy, but the brunet was starting to think that this was for the better. The fact that people could see him advancing on the small, terrified boy, was what made this all the more thrilling, and he certainly wasn't going to let up until someone told him to leave. That librarian, however, was still nose deep in a book or two, and the student body was minding their own business within the almost silent halls. A Utopian make out place.
Oh, and this would be perfect. Mind strayed only briefly from the boy grasping him, and no doubt this probably confused poor Ernest, but a realization came over the eighteen year old. If he moved one of the couches from here into the far rows of the library, into the recording area, it would make for the perfect art opportunity. The recording area, which was in the back of the library, and rarely visited was full of old tapes which taught such things as Spanish or other interesting languages. A mental note was made. Another 'x' needed to be marked.
"Oh Ernest, it's all been said before," Haley insisted hotly, a certain predatorial growl in his voice, finally coming back to the tall, wide eyed boy. "So, let's not bother repeating anything and just..." a pause, glancing over the seemingly dead library. Not a single drone was looking their way. A pity, really. Haley sometimes enjoyed an audience. "Play." And with that the older boy leaned forward, and shamelessly pressed his lips against a rather surprised pair.
Nothing hard, nothing desperate, instead it was something gentle, bitter sweet and it went straight to his head. Light headed from merely kissing some silly, stuttering mess. He withdrew slowly, licking his lips and smiling coyly. "You really should come back to our dorm," he insisted, breathing the request into a sensitive ear. The things he wanted to do to Ernest Bruun would probably send him into shock.
And God, he really wanted to see how that boy worked against the sheets. It was becoming painful to simply fantasize.
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