Post by marriedinthesunx on Dec 3, 2008 23:56:20 GMT -5
Well, tough for Ernest, wasn’t it? Because it appeared that Haley was in control of this particular chat and knowing the older boy, this would play out in the manner he desired whether there was fussing or not from the gangly, fretting boy beside him. When his hand landed on that thigh, he expected a struggle, which was why a decent amount of extra pressure was applied, assuring him he could get at least an extra two seconds out of the other. To ensure that he could give that sinfully adorable ear a good nibble before the seventeen year old went haywire and started having a mental break down.
He wasn’t about to provide Ernest with knowledge on himself, the more of a mystery he was to his roommate the better. The less he knew, the less attached he’d be once they finally fucked and got that over with. The fright he felt when his hand landed on that lap hardly bothered him, instead just working tentatively at that ear and licking up the lobe hotly. The flesh absolutely burned beneath his tongue and his name sounded nearly orgasmic against that timid voice.
And those fingers locked in his shirt? Fuck. Yes. Excitement shot right to his crotch and he turned, shifting closer and beginning to slip that hand a little closer to the fly of poor Ernest’s pants. The chances he could feel him up while Bambi was in a daze? Probably very slim, but he was a little too drunk on power to really notice how ridiculous he was acting. If anything this would scare his prize for good, and that just wasn’t an option.
“Mother fucker!” The words were husked, gritty and raw when he heard the door open, accusing, dark eyes turning to the door way. If it was Kida, that little cock blocker was going down. Haley would personally chase him down the hall and deliver a swift kick to his stomach. It was about time that he bed this kid and no snot nosed first year was going to ruin it for him. Haley wanted to be stern, wanted to appear pissed, but when his eyes fell on Sebastien Lenoire, his resolve completely washed away.
No movements were made to suggest that he was finished with the boy so close to being in his lap, but he offered a rather obnoxious smile to their company. “No, it’s exactly what you mean to do,” he accused, raising a single brow and giving one more tug at Ernest’s ear before getting a good look at the cocky blond. “You mean to exactly ruin this ‘tender embrace.’” They both knew it, but Haley wasn’t angry. Couldn’t be angry. Not with Sebastien, anyhow. That kid might as well be his Achilles’ heal.
The extra weight on the bed was welcomed, the brunet smirking now and deciding to keep his grip a little more firm on the poor boy pulled so close. “If you had waited perhaps ten more minutes, you would have heard something a little more satisfying...” Oh, he’d like to dream that much. The brunet had a pretty good idea his best friend could catch his lie, hands down.
At the mention of a threesome, Haley stilled, as if actually considering it, eyes rolling to the left and biting down on his lower lip. A moment or two passed in this quiet state before a boyish smile turned on those handsome features. “Yeah, I could go for one right about now,” the third year mused. Without warning he released Ernest, fingers nimbly undoing the buttons on his own shirt before drifting his gaze to the bible thumper sandwiched between them.
“Need help with yours, Bambi? I’d be more than happy to assist.”
He wasn’t about to provide Ernest with knowledge on himself, the more of a mystery he was to his roommate the better. The less he knew, the less attached he’d be once they finally fucked and got that over with. The fright he felt when his hand landed on that lap hardly bothered him, instead just working tentatively at that ear and licking up the lobe hotly. The flesh absolutely burned beneath his tongue and his name sounded nearly orgasmic against that timid voice.
And those fingers locked in his shirt? Fuck. Yes. Excitement shot right to his crotch and he turned, shifting closer and beginning to slip that hand a little closer to the fly of poor Ernest’s pants. The chances he could feel him up while Bambi was in a daze? Probably very slim, but he was a little too drunk on power to really notice how ridiculous he was acting. If anything this would scare his prize for good, and that just wasn’t an option.
“Mother fucker!” The words were husked, gritty and raw when he heard the door open, accusing, dark eyes turning to the door way. If it was Kida, that little cock blocker was going down. Haley would personally chase him down the hall and deliver a swift kick to his stomach. It was about time that he bed this kid and no snot nosed first year was going to ruin it for him. Haley wanted to be stern, wanted to appear pissed, but when his eyes fell on Sebastien Lenoire, his resolve completely washed away.
No movements were made to suggest that he was finished with the boy so close to being in his lap, but he offered a rather obnoxious smile to their company. “No, it’s exactly what you mean to do,” he accused, raising a single brow and giving one more tug at Ernest’s ear before getting a good look at the cocky blond. “You mean to exactly ruin this ‘tender embrace.’” They both knew it, but Haley wasn’t angry. Couldn’t be angry. Not with Sebastien, anyhow. That kid might as well be his Achilles’ heal.
The extra weight on the bed was welcomed, the brunet smirking now and deciding to keep his grip a little more firm on the poor boy pulled so close. “If you had waited perhaps ten more minutes, you would have heard something a little more satisfying...” Oh, he’d like to dream that much. The brunet had a pretty good idea his best friend could catch his lie, hands down.
At the mention of a threesome, Haley stilled, as if actually considering it, eyes rolling to the left and biting down on his lower lip. A moment or two passed in this quiet state before a boyish smile turned on those handsome features. “Yeah, I could go for one right about now,” the third year mused. Without warning he released Ernest, fingers nimbly undoing the buttons on his own shirt before drifting his gaze to the bible thumper sandwiched between them.
“Need help with yours, Bambi? I’d be more than happy to assist.”