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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 28, 2008 17:16:38 GMT -5
Older? An older boy? Certainly he was capable of doing anything an older boy could. Besides, he'd be sixteen soon-ish-ish. And then their age difference wouldn't seem that bad at all. But this didn't matter right now, mostly because the blond haired first year was far too busy concentrating on getting out of this damn hallway. At the pace he was going there was no chance he'd be able to lose Claude. And moments later, he heard the door from the Dark room slam closed. A brief glance was offered over his shoulder and he visibly blanched in color, picking up his feet a little more vigorously as to escape the confrontation that was bound to happen.
That voice, which was strained and still a little husky caused Kida to turn on his feet, eyes burning into the floor and idly wringing his hands. "I..." he began, attempting to find the right words that wouldn't make him sound completely ridiculous. "I...I haven't done this before, Claude," he admitted, voice panicky and seeming to look a bit unconsolable. His eyes were threatening to prickle tears but he resisted, trembling and flinching under those narrowed eyes. "I...I just...I'm sorry. I just d-don't know..."
To be honest? He was frightened and it was written quite clearly on that pretty face.
A bit terrified of sex. After all, it certainly looked like it would hurt a great deal.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 28, 2008 17:28:29 GMT -5
Terrified of sex, not an uncommon fear, Claude would assume. And, even a rather applicable reason too, just there wasnt much reasoning with Claude right now. Blinded by the anger and rejection, more rage than anything, he just wanted a decent reason.
"I havent done this before." Claude said quickly, eyes absolutely burning into the boy's face, though Kida's eyes were faced away. "Hell, I hadnt kissed another guy before that wasnt family before you attacked me!" Attacked? Well, he at one point had considered it as an attack, but really, Claude. He liked it, and he knew he did.
Arms crossed over his chest, some of the silver buttons buttoned the wrong way in his haste to dress. Cue the cruel Claude Kida had originally met. "Sorry?" He repeated, quite maliciously as his solid blue eyes rolled. "Give me a break." He muttered, smiling in a cruel smirking fashion. Internally debating of his next move, Claude glared down at him.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 28, 2008 18:02:56 GMT -5
Lucky for the both of them the hallway was completely deserted. Not even a custodian was making their way through with a mop and bucket. They had all the privacy they ever seemed to need, except...if one of them lost it, one of them began yelling--this would be more trouble than it was worth.
"Attacked you?" Kida repeated weakly, wincing at the harsh term and taking a cautious step away from the outraged older boy. Why on earth couldn't they ever end on a good note. "C-Claude," he pleaded softly now, glancing nervously down the hallway and swallowing thickly. "I like kissing you," he insisted, trembling, "And I like the way you feel...it's just..." The part in which they remove their clothes and actually go ahead and engage in something too large for the both of them. "We could keep making out...If..If you're not furious?"
Bargaining with the other, hands instinctively drawing out as if to fix the buttons on that shirt, but jerking his hands away. Gosh! He was such a girl! Why on earth did he care so much about nurturing? That tone was clear in that handsome voice, the sort of tone that made him regret he was ever really born. The fact that something so nasty was directed at him was just impossible to comprehend. "Don't be like that," he pleaded, thrusting his fear back and resting his palms against the older boy's stomach. "Don't leave angry at me."
This was something he had read out of a book. A phrase that was used between couples. "Don't go to bed angry," it advised, and for some reason, the fifteen year old found it applicable. Not that him and Claude would be...gosh, married. But still.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 28, 2008 18:18:49 GMT -5
If Kida kept acting so damn innocent, Claude really was going to lose it. Just a little boy, the act advised. Innocence could only be charming for so long, in Claude's case especially. More than likely, Claude would be the one to lose it and end up yelling.
Head rolling back onto the back of his neck, he let out a cruel chuckle. Not one that could by any means considered as charming. It was one he'd developed as a young kid when under stress; a kind of 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me' noise that bubbled up from his vocal cords. "If I'm not furious?" Claude echoed. For some reason, he did that quite often. "No, furious isnt the word." He said easily. "Pissed. Pissed is the word." He said, nodding darkly. He didnt think he'd be so worked up about it, but he sure as hell was.
"I'll be how I damn want to be." Claude muttered, ignoring Kida's last comment. Pleading innocently wasnt helping Kida's case, though Claude imagined it had helped him several times in the past. The way Kida's eyes seemed to glitter with apology, almost the way a little puppy would.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 28, 2008 18:32:21 GMT -5
He was truly at a loss for words, quite shocked that the older boy wasn't hindered by his pleading. Usually that was enough to stop any punishment, but it appeared it's charm had worn out pretty quick. That boy wasn't going to take a shy apology or a couple of touches. But the fact remained that the fifteen year old was pressed in close against the other, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt and instinctively placing them in the correct holes.
"How can I make it up to you?" He breathed now, deciding that it wouldn't make sense if he kept on suggesting. Beating around the bush wasn't helping anything and the sooner that the blond realized what he could do for the other, perhaps the sooner that stare wouldn't absolutely destroy him. Shy eyes fell back to that shirt, noting his corrections and unwilling to look back into those eyes. He had upset the other something awful--God, did all boys act this mean after something like this? Was there not any support, or reassurance? Was it always so fucking angry?
If it was, Kida would have a hard time submitting himself to this school. To this entirely new way of life.
"What can I do to make this right?" Putting himself on the line without a second thought. Foolish child.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 28, 2008 18:45:42 GMT -5
Tempers always ran high is Claude was involved, seeing as he was the one to normally induce the heat. He could have sworn he was a natural red head, if it wasnt for the fact that bronze locks fell into his face daily. All the same, his anger seemed to vanish with replaced surprise as Kida offered a new approach.
Claude glared down at Kida for a moment, before deciding that the kid was serious. Taking only a moment to decide, his erection still pulsing. Only, Claude didnt pull off the request he had in mind. Batting his hands down as Kida had done to him in the dark room, Claude's brows furrowed, jaw taut. "You can leave me the fuck alone." He said rather quickly, the words coming out of his mouth before his mind could process them. A confusing boy he was. One moment, ready to rape the boy; the next moment, ready to walk away.
Surely it wasnt that simple. He'd come to regret his choice, and he even realized that now, but didnt stumble to fix his wording.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 28, 2008 18:55:06 GMT -5
It was devastating, honestly. To have his hands shoved away, and for a brief moment he could understand why the other boy was so angry. After all, Kida had done it first and certainly didn't feel any too great. It was as if he were some sort of poison to the other--no, some kind of insect and, naturally, you shoved them away. Color burned in those cheeks, eyes already quite glassy with tears and crossing his arms firmly over his small chest. The tears couldn't be stopped, they were spilling from the corner of his eyes and the rather stabbing request made them fall all the more frequently.
The sleeves of the Greek's uniform was brought to his eyes, wiping at them harshly, before breathing in deeply. What was more embarrassing? Being rejected for the millionth time, or crying in front of a handsome boy? He couldn't quite decide at the moment, but when mixed together-- things didn't go quite so smoothly. "I'm..I'm so sorry.." he breathed, hiccuping and easing back now. "I p-promise I'll leave you a-alone.." he shuddered, turning on his feet and anxiously continuing down the hall. Gosh, he hated being Kida so badly.
He shouldn't have chickened out. If he hadn't and they had....if they had done...it. Then they'd be fine, wouldn't they? Sex couldn't fix everything. In fact, it rarely solved anything. It was just that Kida was too young to realize that.
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