I've been missing you +desperately.+ [Hanest]

[Anna]

Okay, so attempting to forge some sort or weird friendship between the two of them wasn't the best of ideas. It showed how little Ernest knew about his own gender that he thought Haley could be deterred with small talk. It was sad, really, that Ernest thought he could drive away a horny boy by asking him to talk about himself. In fact, the strategy hadn't even worked for the amazing Sebastien Lenoire -- the boys had had to compromise.

In the moment following that simple 'play' Ernest considered that he liked the sound of that word. He always was told that he was an overgrown child, with his sense of curiosity and wonder. If someone had genuinely asked him to play, without any other intentions, Ernest would've happily accepted the invitation.

People didn't play enough anymore. That was his strong opinion.

But after Ernest's millisecond of wonder, he didn't have to consider what kind of play Haley meant. That much was obvious. Ernest could be oblivious to a lot of things, but such weighty inflection, paired with that .. that .. look, and finally, the kiss.

The kiss. Why did this keep happening? As soon as those lips came in contact with his own, his insides began to boil. The effect was a nauseating mix of anger, (unwarranted) shock, and the buzzing wave that rolled over him and temporarily wiped his brain clean. Before Ernest could think to break the kiss himself, to rip his mouth away in protest, Haley had pulled away and was now saying words into his ear. Words he didn't care to understand.

He wiped the back of his hand rougly over the back of his mouth, and stared at the boy incredulously. For a moment, he was absolutely silent, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that Haley kept trying. Even if Haley was .. gay, it was quite obvious that Ernest was not. And yet, he kept mauling his lips, taking them as if they belonged to him, as if Ernest belonged to him.

"Why do you keep kissing me?!" he cried out, his voice slightly hysterical. He nearly felt like laughing from the ridiculousness of it all, and a faint quiver of it punctured his voice as the volume rose above the acceptable library level. But Ernest didn't care. Maybe if he yelled, people would notice what they'd been turning a blind eye to.

Haley Badger had no right. No right at all. It just wasn't fair.

[marriedinthesunx]

Angerlooked absolutely divine on Ernest, the way those brows furrowed, and the certain amount of ferocity in those eyes certainly stopped Haley in his tracks, if only for a few glorious seconds. Oh, he had himself a bit of a fighter, did he? That was fine by him. If this at all was in any correlation to how the other behaved in the bedroom-- perfect. Just...perfect.

The question that was left to hover through the library didn't go unnoticed by anyone, Haley supposed, despite the fact it was truly meant for his ears only. Most boys would probably be a bit embarrassed by this, however, it was becoming abundantly clear that Haley just wasn't like most boys here at Eddingborough school. So despite the sudden dozens of eyes that now laid upon them, he spoke up, completely unbothered.

"Why do I keep kissing you? Are you sure you can't figure it out on your own?" His head tilted now, free hand dropping into his own lap, still finding his hand bound down to the other's thigh, in which Ernest kept it quite still. However, the boy in Haley couldn't help but smile at the position. The other was holding him there, holding him right down against that warm leg.

"I kiss you, Ernest," finally an explanation. "I kiss you because I want you. And I don't want a little bit of you, I want your entire little world." Satin smooth, impossible to ignore, impossible to ever forget, and with a certain amount of amuse, the eighteen year old's thumb went back into motion, stroking the inner thigh of a boy who...probably wished he would have tossed that hand away.

A chuckle now, deep and brassy. "So I guess when I say I want to play, I guess it's not really that innocent at all."

[Anna]

That one shred of courage? That one brief flash of anger so uncharacteristic to the timid, agreeable boy? Yeah, it was gone. Fled from the tall, gawky body, leaving behind a boy, vulnerable and weighted with his own stupidity, sitting in the now very quiet library. He looked at Haley, as though expecting him to yell at him for his sudden outburst, or to do something.

Ernest did have the sense to move this time. At least there was that much. At least, his mind decided that it was best to move away. His body, however, seemed paralyzed as Haley's words washed over him, completely unabashed by Ernest's brief flash of hysteria.

His chest was still rising and falling quite heavily as Haley spoke to him. Somehow all at once, Haley's tone felt patronizing and mean, intrusive and dirty. The sound of it made Ernest shiver, and not for the first time, he felt naked under that hazel gaze. There was a feeling of dread and inescapable fate that went along with those eyes -- under them, Ernest felt like everything he would ever try was being disected and calculated for Haley's future game plan.

But how could Haley want him? That's was one of the bigger things Ernest didn't understand. Did he already have a .. a boyfriend or something? Why was Haley taking such an interest in him?

I want you. Oh, God, the words made him shiver. He shook his head as Haley spoke, as though hoping to negate the words coming from that stupid mouth with the movement of his head. Ernest's open lips had fallen open in mute protest, and his hair flopped on his forehead as he shook no, no.

When Haley had finally finished talking, word vomit tumbled off his full lips in a rush. "No, y-you must be mistaken," he said quickly, voice stretched thin, ready to break. "I'm not -- and me? Y-You should reconsider. Really, if I've given you the wrong impression, I'm terribly sorry and -- "

This was getting him nowhere. He broke off, tilted his head and looked helplessly, maybe a little pleadingly, at Haley, as though giving him one last chance to see how much he was torturing the poor boy. When he leveled his gaze to meet Haley's, his deep blue eyes held a small, resigned sadness at his own inferiority. There just wasn't anything he could do, was there?

"I should go," he said softly, feeling very much beaten and battered by their whole encounter, no matter how lightly Haley had taken it. For once, his voice was steady, but very quiet. He was tired of playing.

[marriedinthesunx]

It was as if the other boy was struggling to get out of some awful dream. He was shaking, as if trying to bat off each and every word Haley had previously spoken. But it was clear that his statement had hit Ernest like a tonne of bricks. And it scared him, that much was certain, but this didn't bother the older boy. This was the perfect situation. It was easier this way, it was easier to take advantage. If that made him a monster, then that's what he was. He wasn't about to deny that-- and right now? He had a fair shot of getting somewhere with that cute, trembling piece of ass that was begging for some sort of reassurance.

Oh, now this was a new angle, and he couldn't help but look a bit engaged. It appeared that the struggling male beside him was trying to sway him, to assure that he wasn't the specimen that Haley coveted so. Almost adorable, wasn't it? That Ernest honestly thought that might do some good. "I'm not reconsidering anything, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm a very dedicated man." God, his room mate hadn't even the slightest clue how devoted he was when it came to a decision. Especially when -he- was the decision.

Those eyes were begging him now, reasoning with him and the urge to kiss that mouth all over again was becoming overwhelming. Haley Badger wanted to taste that innocence, wanted to feel that boy quiver beneath him and it appeared, after one silent, stretched moment those eyes alerted him of their stance. His room mate had seemed to come to the conclusion there really wasn't a whole lot he could do to hinder his obnoxious partner, and that was that. There wasn't a whole lot of fight in Ernest, it appeared.

Body shifted once more, hand extending and drawing his thumb so gently over a full, pouty lower lip. "Tell you what, Ernest. I'll take you back to our dorm. We'll talk things out then."

Fuck, this boy was something else. Sensational.

A challenge.

"Because I'd hate for this to make things...awkward."

What a dick.

[Anna]

Although Ernest hadn't meant to, he had put everything into that one last, pleading look, all his hopelessness, fight, confusion, anger and feeling that he had in him, and when Haley brushed it aside as if he hadn't even noticed, the dark haired boy felt crushed. Somewhere at the back of that muddled brain of his, Ernest had hoped that some humane part of Haley that he'd yet to see would notice everything the boy had put into his last resigned statement, his last, brave stab at eye contact.

But there was nothing. A choked sound scraped against Ernest's throat as he stared at Haley in disbelief. Can you not see me? he wanted to ask him.

He was mute as that thumb dragged over his lips, frozen as Haley Badger seemed to assert that he could do whatever he wanted with the boy. And part of that was true. Ernest may choose not respond to him, but Haley would always act, always try and ruffle his feathers and push his buttons and yank him around. That wouldn't stop. Ernest would have never thought that there were still bullies outside the boarders of an elementary school playground. But here was one, ready to twist Ernest up until he broke and shattered in his hands.

He nodded, still staring at Haley with unmasked hurt. "Okay," he said. "We -- we can talk there."

Mostly, he wanted to get out of the library. People were still throwing looks in their direction, and Ernest didn't want to know what they were saying behind their hands, or scribbling on notes to their friends.

There was a hopelessness to the situation that trapped him, and so he obeyed the command, and trailed behind Haley as they left the library. Maybe they would just talk. Maybe Haley had seen something break in his eyes, and was prepared to talk it over. To apologize. Maybe.

Or maybe Ernest Bruun was just a fool for even hoping such a thing.

[marriedinthesunx]

Of course there was no way for Ernest to know it, but of course Haley could read those eyes. He wasn't an idiot, he knew boys like the one across from him were just begging to be left alone, desperate to cuddle up to a good book and forget the sickening reality in front of them but...but that didn't stop him. Not from destroying the resolve of his room mate, anyhow. Haley had expected to bed the tall, lanky boy on the first day he arrived. Instead, he bedded the boy across the hall. Which was just fine, to be honest, Seb was particularly limber, however...it wasn't quite the prize Haley Badger had been after.

It appeared that this afternoon would lead to a different outcome. One in which the broken boy could quite possibly, and perhaps definitely, give into him for the evening. One good fuck, and then he could move on, he reasoned. Take the Bible Thumper, convert him into one of the regulars and move on. That 'sexy,' 'untouchable' persona he had? It worked for sleazes, but it certainly didn't work on the catches. Not on the boys who had some class.

And maybe that was what Haley was after. Fuck, he didn't even truly understand what he was after by this point.

A rather victorious smile curled on his lips when Ernest blurted out his agreement. Fina-fucking-ly. A silent 'thank you' was murmured to the heaven's now, the eighteen year old springing up from his seat and grabbing hold of the crushed boy's math book.

Again with this talking thing? What was up with that?
The boy had to be born in a cave to know that they'd be doing something a little less innocent than talking. "Mhm, we'll talk," Haley decided, rolling his eyes but finding it would be best just to humor the younger boy until they were inside their empty dorm.

The crowd within the library were now staring the both of them down, a certain amuse curling on some of the older boy's expressions when they caught sight of a rather beaming smile from the brunet. It wasn't unknown to some of them, already, that he had been pursuing the little number in his dorm.

Now perhaps it was a bit too cocky, but he couldn't help it. A single arm looped around the shy seventeen year old's middle, leading him out, in a seemingly helpful manner, but certianly he would not resist pulling the taller boy into him.

[Anna]

It wasn't blind and oblivious hope that had Ernest exiting the library, clutching the shoulder strap of his bookbag so tightly that his fingers paled around it. It wasn't as if he was expecting some kind of reform out of Haley Badger, didn't expect them to arrive back in their dorm and have pleasant, innocent conversation over a cup of earl grey. Ernest wasn't that stupid. But he didn't feel he had any other choice -- Haley would just keep pushing at him and pushing at him, and it was better to give in before it got any worse.

So Ernest had no other option than to walk on shaking legs out of the library, and hope that maybe, maybe Haley Badger would be decent for once. It was a thin hope -- Ernest wished it more than anything -- but it was better that to occupy his mind than thoughts of what would actually go on back in his room.

He hated how Haley thought he could just manhandle Ernest like this. Well, actually, he hated that Haley could manhandle him like this. There were was no question about it; Ernest, whether he realized it or not, was Haley's property. The arm that snaked around his waist may as well branded him, may as well been a chain that locked him onto his owner. He didn't try to remove the arm -- didn't see the point in even bothering -- but instead walked in silence, thankful that for once, something Haley was doing didn't feel awful. It didn't feel terribly intrusive. It almost seemed innocent, the way the arm coiled around him, drawing the boy nearer.

If Ernest closed his eyes and forgot who the arm belonged to, the embrace was actually rather comforting, even if the fingers were a bit rough on his waist. It wasn't awful.

It was a wonder that, to him, his roommate hardly even felt like a person. Ernest always had had the uncanny ability to connect with all sorts of people -- he was friendly, caring, open minded -- and always tried to make friends with everyone. Always tried to see the best in people. Always tried so hard. But the boy who currently had a hold on him .. Ernest couldn't wrap his mind around him. He couldn't see any shred within him that Ernest could hold onto, and try to build off of. Trying, in any way, to uncover something more about Haley than he was seeing. There just didn't seem to be anything more to Haley Badger, and that fact made Ernest more upset than it should have.

Someone couldn't be so horrible, could they? He didn't want to accept such a thing.

Ernest glanced sideways at the boy then, feeling an impossible mix of anger, pity, and false hope. This couldn't be all there was to Haley Badger. It just couldn't be.

Oh, God, maybe he could get him to talk. Maybe all he needed was a friend?

[marriedinthesunx]

He had expected Ernest to resist his hold, had expected him to stop dead in his tracks and tell him, or rather, beg and plead for him to behave while they were in public. However, the boy fit quite miraculously against him, seeming to align just perfectly and seeming rather content to do so. The cocky, insufferable brunet was about to comment on the other's sudden surrender to his charm and wit, but decided against it, knowing full well the other truly would struggle if he brought any real attention to it.

Besides, the taller boy smelled nice, felt nice, and perhaps Haley was holding on a little too tightly, but things couldn't quite get much better than this. His progress was coming along quite nicely if he did say so himself, and as the abandoned the library, he couldn't help but sneak one more glance behind him, catching the rather cat like gaze from behind the Librarian's glasses. Oh, he would be repaying that beautiful creature back. It would be unusual, but he would certainly return and offer to shelve books for her on a busy afternoon just to thank her for this opportunity. If he managed to fuck the other tonight, he'd donate a day or two. Haley Badger would be her bitch.

Perhaps property was a bit excessive.

Pfft.

No. It was right on the money. Ernest was his arm candy now, that cute little accessory for the afternoon, and he wasn't going to let up on him just yet. The open hallway greeted them, the older boy debating whether or not he truly wanted to risk small talk while on their way. His gut told him it was a rather stupid idea, that it would somehow weaken his chance to bed the other, but his heart seemed to speak up a little too quickly. Haley was awful sometimes, really sick, but he was a conversationalist. If this was Sebastien Lenoire by himself, he'd be chatting the other's ear off...and then nibbling on the other one later.

"When we were in the library," he began, that previous sultry, husked voice seeming to wane off now that they were alone. Now that it wasn't quite a show. "I sort of shot down the idea of talking, but I would like to know about you Ernest. And I can promise I'll resist every dirty comment, each pick up line, I swear." Decidely, supressing the gangly boy beside him didn't prove to be that much fun. It was about time he got some information out of the doe eyed room mate. "Of course, I can't promise you anything once we're inside."

A shrug, fingers giving a small squeeze to a lean hip. Almost on the third floor. It probably wasn't fair Haley only gave him limited time to chat about himself before he sentenced the boy beneath him.

[Anna]

Ernest had ignored the eyes on them on their way out, not wanting to acknowledge that these boys, while willing to leer at their exit, had sat by the entire time as Haley made his not so subtle advances. And so, he had trained his eyes on the ground, watching the out of sync footsteps of their feet, and had kept his gaze down the entire way. He walked under Haley's arm shyly, his own arms clutched over his chest, hardly believing his good luck that the boy had not yet pushed him up against a wall and attempted to kiss him into oblivion.

The impact of Haley's odd request was enough to drown out the sleezy comments bookending it. Sure, he had also made a basically threatened that the kindness would stop behind closed doors, but all Ernest heard was that Haley actually wanted to hear him talk. He glanced sideways at Haley again, unable to stop the small, shy smile from appearing on his lips.

"You -- want to know about me?" he repeated. He could hardly believe that the brunet was asking him that. So far, Haley had given no sign whatsoever that he even considered Ernest something other than a toy, much less a living, breathing human being that might have a story to tell. The fact that he seemed to be taking an interest in something other than Ernest's lips was enough to make his cheeks pink.

The fingers on his hips caused a lapse in Ernest's thinking, but he swallowed and tried to ignore the pressure. "Well," he began nervously, taking one last look at the boy, as though double checking to make sure he really wanted to know. He hadn't been joking, had he? "I, um, I grew up in a really small town. I really liked it. Everyone -- you know everyone, and they're -- nice, and, well .. My father is a pastor at our church, and I sing in the choir and play the piano a lot and .. I don't know, Haley, wh-what else do you want to know?"

He felt silly just rambling on without direction. He didn't want to say anything that bored his roommate. Besides, Ernest wasn't even that interesting. He always did the listening, not the talking. He was a good listener.

[marriedinthesunx]

'You--want to know about me?'

The words sounded so unconvinced, but so hopeful that Haley couldn't help but notice his his heart strings being pulled. Well, that was an annoying sensation, if he did say so himself. It wasn't something he often let himself feel, but now that the boy in his arm was looking up at him, those doe eyes waiting for reassurance, the eighteen year old couldn't crush his spirits. Oh, what the hell. He'd play the nice guy for now, he'd soften from his bad intentions and let the sweetheart talk. "Yeah," he replied, offering a good natured smile, something that almost even HURT to put on. He was so used to those taunting smirks, an expression that certainly didn't take as much effort and now his jaw ached. Haley wasn't a smiler, at least, not around his prey.

He'd be washing this of himself later, this wasn't who he enjoyed being. Especially when Ernest was supposed to be a rush job. The blush on the younger boy's cheeks, the absolutely perfect smile on his face was not making this easy. A large part of Haley just wanted to shove Ernest against that said wall, and wipe that innocent, all loving, childish pleasure from his features. Was he trying to destroy the other? Was that his sick intent? Sometimes Haley didn't even know--but it sounded a little disgusting at this moment in time, especially when he began what would be a very disjointed explanation.

Why didn't this surprise him? Of course Ernest Bruun's father was a pastor, it explained his bible thumping mannerisms. And of course he was born in a small community, it was what accounted for his naivity to the ruthelessness in people. And of course he sang in the chior, because that voice was so soft, so delightfully feminine that it might as well belong to an angel. It all added up, and the more steps he took, the more Haley realized this boy had no fucking idea what was in store for him. Not even the slightest idea.

"You play the piano?" He asked off handedly, "how long have you been playing?" It was strange that of all things, he had decided to land upon an honest question instead of something more crude. Why it interested Haley, he didn't quite like to say, but his mother played, and had tried to force her eldest son into lessons, unsuccessfully, when he was in the third grade. Drawing closer to that room and when he caught sight of their door, his brain seemed to scream at him. Something along the lines of 'What the FUCK are you doing?'

He was letting this kid get off easy!
And not even the RIGHT kind of OFF.

Eyes shifted warily to the door across from their room, knowing good and well who was belonged in that room. Sebastien. And if he saw this, Haley would never quite hear the end of it. Fuck him and drop him. That was supposed to be the plan. No more questions, once the door was opened, the boy was his. "I want to know your fears, from your feet to the back of your ears," he murmured, reaching for their keys and hardly realizing he was speaking in lyrics from a song he had heard previously this morning. A wild smirk turned on his features, yanking his key from his pocket and winking at the boy tucked in close, finally releasing him. Door was extended, allowing the other in.

A gentleman? PAH!

[Anna]

Haley Badger was being civil. He was listening politely, and not trying to grope anywhere too inappropriate, and he didn't tear down anything Ernest had said so far. He couldn't believe his luck. He'd been nervous in sharing, expecting everything he shared to be picked apart and made fun of, although he didn't know why. He hadn't said anything particularly embarrassing, just things like his home and his parents. Nothing Haley could really make fun of, after all.

"Yes, s-since I was little," he said, surprised that his talent for piano should call for follow up questions. He hadn't expected Haley to care. "My mother teachers me. I -- I'm rather decent at it."

As they approached their room, Ernest's footsteps seemed to slow on their own accord, as they knew something Ernest himself did not. That wouldn't be surprising -- it was so obvious what Haley was planning that the floor beneath them, the walls around them, and the birds flying miles above them would be clued in while Ernest remained oblivious to the boy's intentions.

"My fears?" he repeated, eyes trailing on Haley's fingertips as they sought out the keys that, once slid into the lock, would abruptly end the first almost-pleasant (or not horrible) moment he had shared with his roommate. "I -- "

But he was saved from answering by a sudden sing-songy voice behind them. "Ooh, Ba-adge."

Ernest twisted in Haley's grasp, even if the call hadn't been addressed to him. When he turned, he saw that blond boy draped across the doorway across the hall. He was leaning against the frame with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, and he was grinning, eyes on him, even when he had called for Haley.

"Don't let him ride you too hard," he said, speaking directly to Ernest. "Haley needs his strength for later."

Ernest blushed deeply, and without responding, dashed into the doorway that was held open for him.

[marriedinthesunx]

Haley didn't have any desire to make fun of Ernest right now. Besides, the boy was such an easy target, so there was limited fun in that department. Besides, he supposed for the first time since arriving at Eddingborough, he owed his room mate a little discussion. A little bit of polite banter wouldn't hurt their sex, he supposed. If it was kept short, and controlled, it stood a fair chance of turning into some rather wild and kinky sex later. Oh, and did Haley ever have a thing for wild sex. The animal in Haley truly had no boundaries.

"Rather decent?" He chuckled, unable to prevent himself from rolling his eyes. "I'm guessing you're brilliant at it and you're just being modest. You strike me as that kind of guy," he explained, although not bothering to go deeper into it. I mean, if the boy was playing since he was little, that had to be, what? At least ten years under his belt? That was more than what most could shake a stick at, right?

He was so close to having that boy inside the room, so close to probably getting that mouth to work against his own within the privacy of their dorm room but as soon as he heard that voice, as soon as it rang through the hallway, he knew that any chance of fucking Ernest had run down hill. After all, that was the siren call of Sebastien Lenoire, and it would not be ignored. A deep breath was heaved, dark eyes falling shut and trying to control the urge to just hit his head a couple of times against the door frame. Seriously? Right now!

The brunet willed himself to turn now, a certain expression on those features that alerted the other this really wasn't the fucking time. However, it appeared that Sebastien had no desire to be supressed. He looked so hot, too. That was probably the worst thing. The smug bastard was grinning and postiively glowing with an untold pleasure. There was really no need for him to address the other, instead Haley just hung in the doorway, waiting for a real gem to escape the other's mouth.

Oh, and the one that was supplied? Absolutely perfect for scaring the shit out of his fucking deer.

In Ernest dashed, but the slightly annoyed third year hung out in the hall for a second more. "You," he decided, finding that he had lost the words to describe just how miffed he was, finger accusing and shaking in his best friend's direction. "You just suck." And with that, the brunet closed the door behind him, turning to Ernest and offering what seemed to be an apologetic smile.

"Now where were we?" a smile, perhaps not as sweet or gentle as before. "Ah yes, your fears." Down he sat on his own bed, hand patting down to the position beside him. "I want to know them."

The bait was set.

[Anna]

Once in the room, the creeping feeling that always gripped him whenever Haley was around began to return. Even though it was his own room, he entered nervously and stood awkwardly in the middle of the floor as Haley spoke briefly to that boy across the hall.

He doubted that this room would ever feel like his own. It was Haley’s room, and he was merely a visitor – no, a prisoner.

Oh Ernest, stop being so dramatic, he thought to himself as he watched Haley’s back in the doorway. He knew he had a wild imagination – it was a problem, really, always feeling too nervous, and too frightened and too excited. It consumed him. Haley is being pleasant, he reminded himself as the boy finally entered the room, shutting the door behind him. It will be fine.

When commanded, he lowered himself onto the bed beside Haley. His fears? That was an odd thing to want to know about him. He didn’t want to share something so personal to someone so – so – Haley. After all, what seventeen year old boy was still afraid of the dark? He’d already had to suffer through the night without a light, too nervous to ask Haley to allow him to keep it on. And how could he begin to explain that somehow, no matter how much he wanted to, he had an awful nagging feeling that he’d never make a good pastor?

“I – you know, I’d rather n – how about you tell me about yourself instead?”

[marriedinthesunx]

Sebastien Lenoire was going to get what was coming to him. Maybe he wouldn’t feel it tomorrow, or the next day, but eventually, that boy was going to get a mildly displeasing result. Hopefully by Haley’s hand, now that he thought about it, after all, he couldn’t quite trust fate with potentially screwing over his closest friend at Eddingborough. This was entirely his own responsibility.

There was very little point in going through with this. He knew what was going to happen. Ernest, who had been so alarmed but pleased to see a ‘human’ side of Haley, was no more. Instead, in its place was the usual, stuttering, wide eyed Ernest who would make things horrendously difficult. It was all confirmed when the younger boy hesitated to sit down. Sure, he had reason to be nervous, but judging from that expression it was as if Ernest Bruun was sinking into a mattress of HELL.

Chances are he wouldn’t let Haley defile him on the mattress of Satan.

Ernest struggled, flustered, embarrassed, and that infamous smirk took hold of his lips. “Me?” He repeated, sounding almost even a bit embarrassed, but that was hardly the case. “Later,” Haley promised. “We’ll talk about me later.” Honestly the subject of himself bored him. It was a ridiculously painful, uneventful mess that he wasn’t any too fond of. Why people insisted on hearing his life story was beyond him. For the world’s convenience he told his life story like this: “Grew up in Middlesex, New Jersey.” That seemed to satisfy enough people. Especially the teenage boys who thought ‘Middlesex’ was the just the most hilarious place on the map.

“If not your fears, then,” he bargained, scooting closer to his timid roommate and placing a hand on his upper thigh, just as he had done perhaps a half an hour ago. “Tell me something else.” However, this was the sort of request that was certainly not looking for a verbal answer and without any hesitation the eighteen year old leaned forward, wrapping his lips around an adorable ear lobe and giving it a tremendously sweet tease with his teeth. That had on that lap? Served to still Ernest, if you really wanted to know.

“Anything else..” Mouth released the now flushed skin, fingers on that leg stroking oh-so-gently.

God, why was he being sweet?
He really should be fucking this boy by now.
The prude needed to get laid—bottom line.
And so did Haley.

[Anna]

Ernest didn't want to talk about Haley later; he wanted to talk to him now. He was so irrationally desperate to find out about his roommate, to flesh him out so he appeared human, that the idea of the conversation turning back in his direction upset him. He liked hearing about people. He liked finding out things about them so he could connect with them, instead of feeling like a nervous, bumbling boy in their presence. The more he knew, the less uncomfortable he felt. The less of an outsider he was.

"It's only fair -- " he started faintly, but Haley didn't seem to be paying much attention to the words coming from his mouth. Ernest's hope that Haley actually cared to hear about him was diminishing, and instead, his requests for information seemed intrusive and shallow.

"I -- actually, I don't really l-like talking about myself much.."

His voice trailed off 'til all that escaped his throat was a thin puff of air. His glanced between the hand on his thigh and the boy to which it belonged, a certain nervous disbelief in his eyes. Was this really happening again? Ernest must've been doing something dreadfully wrong if this kept happening to him. He must've not been doing enough to stop it.

"Haley, don't -- " he said, voice turning so it came out vulnerable, immature. The heat on his ear made him shiver, made his stomach turn, made his eyes flutter closed. His arms raised, his fingers twisting in Haley's shirt front, ready to push him away, but before he could find the courage to put any force into his grip, he was startled by the sudden, clattering noise of the door opening.

Ernest never thought he'd be pleased to see Sebastien Lenoire in their dorm room, but there he was, standing triumphantly in the doorway, pleased as punch that he was obviously interrupting something, and Ernest felt relief wash over him.

That wasn't the smartest thing to feel in the presence of the two boys, especially when they worked so miraculously together. But Ernest didn't know that. All he knew was that, whenever the blond boy was around, Haley had the tendency to lose focus.

"I don't mean to interrupt this tender embrace," he said, entering the room comfortably. Ernest realized he was still clutching forcefully onto Haley's shirt front, and dropped his hands immediately. Sebastien laughed when he saw this, causing Ernest's face to flush.

The blond flopped down on the bed on the other side of Ernest, and he felt immediately sickeningly sandwiched between the two boys.

Sebastien continued, "Badge. I am disappointed in you. I was waiting for the sounds of you two getting hot and heavy, but you couldn't even let me get off, could you? So, I thought I'd come in here to help things along."

His arm snaked across Ernest's back, and the blond gave Haley a inquiring look, too cheerful smile causing a dreadful shock straight to his chest.

"Threesome, then?"