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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 19:53:18 GMT -5
"Oh my GOD, whatever Claude!" Not backing down, this was a real change in the usually very passive fifteen year old. It was decided the moment he had hit the brunet that he wouldn't be losing this round. "You're such a little bitch! I apologized, I've been trying to help your DUMB ASS pass this course and you've just been making this difficult!" A groan, rubbing his temples, finding that they ached something horrible.
"The fact that you've practically resigned yourself to failing is absolutely fucking stupid! The fact you treat people like dirt is a real shame. I swear, I have never, ever in my entire life heard so many nasty, cruel things come out of a person's mouth before!" A deep, shuddering breath, the smaller boy seeming to get all the more worked up and upset the longer he went on. "And I LIKE you, Claude. I have put up with your shit for a long time, and all I ask for is just a little bit of kindness, so that you don't bring me down to your fucking level!"
The fact the door was locked made this all the more awful. Trembling, absolutely shaking, but finding that he wasn't so much mad anymore, but completely devasted. Worked up something awful and all he wanted to do was kiss that mouth. He wanted the other to make him feel better, damnit!
Which was ridiculous, in all honesty, considering he had just told the other off. But the ache to have something comforting, something the least bit gentle and sweet would fix this sudden wound in his stomach. "You make it hard for me to THINK sometimes."
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Post by Sarah on Nov 30, 2008 20:14:00 GMT -5
"If I'm such a fucking little bitch, then why cant you leave me alone?!" He ordered. "If I'm such a dumbass, look in the mirror!" A cruel smirk that had been used against the Greek boy so many times before painted itself on his expression once more. "And, incase you havent gathered it, Boy-Wonder, I intend to make things difficult. Looks like I'm good at one thing."
"I'm fucking stupid, so is failing. What a perfet pair?!" Pity was easy to gain. And, if it wasnt pity, anger would be the second choice. Work him up, or work him down, he wasnt picky. "Thanks for the compliments. You're too kind. Like me, do you?" He repeated, brows raising. Wasnt he just Captain Obvious? The stare. The stutter. It was all apparent. "Oh, I hadnt noticed. A little bit of kindness goes a long way, they say. Hell, they're right. Maybe that's the fucking reason I wont spare that little bit!"
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 20:33:36 GMT -5
"You're right, Claude, you're a real idiot."Kida shot back now, rolling his eyes and approaching the other, only an inch or two away. "Because all I want to do is HELP you, and you won't goddamn help yourself!" Hands were stationed over his chest, wound tight. "You don't HAVE to fail, you don't HAVE to be second best!" It was really all about choices, but that boy never really listened to him, anyhow. The last time he had this discussion the other had called him Dr. Phil, and that hadn't settled so well with the blond. In fact, it just aggravated him.
Kida didn't pity him, he knew this was a great deal on Claude's shoulders. And hew knew that Claude wasn't willing to take the responsibility to achieve the marks he needed. He needed someone to push him, and to be honest, nobody was better than the Greek boy for the job. arms shifted from their tight position, suddenly grabbing Claude by his collar and roughly tugging him down to his level. "Swallow your fucking pride for just a goddamn moment, alright?" Eye to eye and suddenly, all at once, Kida lost his nerve.
All at once he was staring into a pair of very blue eyes and feeling himself weaken. Fingers were still tight around that shirt collar, but his hardened expression seemed to just bleed out of his features, instead a certain concern rolling over him. God, and his heart was beating wildly.
Fuck. Shit. Fuck.
He was going to kiss that boy, wasn't he?
But of course.
And there the blond was, hardly aware of what he was doing and suddenly channeling all his rather helpless emotions into a rather desperate, rough kiss.
He hated being Kida.
Because Kida was going to be the death of Claude.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 30, 2008 20:47:06 GMT -5
Claude's mouth had been open to argue, as it always was, but not to be filled with tongue, only it was. He was about to argue the fact that if he had ever wanted help, he would have asked. That, he would have suffered in silence. That, maybe, just maybe, he preferred second best. Only, that was a flat out lie. No one liked second place, but it was better than last, right? He was used to last place too, though.
But, was this why he had to swallow his god damn pride? So Kida could get his tease going again? Whatever the reason, it worked.
Without meaning to, Claude's lips moved with Kida's as they did in the dark room and in his dorm. Nothing new there. Nothing new about the feeling of the blonde's lips pressed against his, massaging his own.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 30, 2008 21:07:01 GMT -5
He didn't have a single idea as to what had gotten into him. One moment he was yelling at Claude, and the very next his tongue was in the other's mouth, working itself into that wet heat and savouring the flavor. Fingers eased up on that collar, instead wrapping anxiously around the brunet's neck and attempting to press as much of himself as possible against the one he so desperately hated and adored.
His heart was beating roughly in his chest by the time that mouth was working and meshing against his own. An emotional wreck when it came to the third year, an absolute catastrophe. They needed to take clothes off. They needed to fuck, plain and simple. A good rough go while they were having the lock down and just walk out relieved and satisfied.
However, as much as his brain wanted that, his heart knew a whole lot better. He knew this would end up in a huge mess. They were going to start stripping clothes and they were going to start touching each other and..and then the pants would come off and...and that was where anxiety would kick in. Claude had to know the boy was terrified, had to know Nakita wasn't used to these rather violently sexual emotions running through him. It was all too much.
Lips parted, only for a brief moment so the younger boy could breathe, teeth taking Claude's lower lip and giving it a rather sexually charged tugged. A sex kitten, no doubt. A real live wire. At fifteen years old.
This was so wrong.
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Post by Sarah on Dec 1, 2008 6:55:44 GMT -5
Damn, the term "wrong" didn't come to describe the way half of Claude's mind was on red alert. One side...
"Jesus Christ! Take the damn fucking pants off and get some action!"
The other side...
"What the hell is going on here?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ANGRY DAMMIT!"
Which side to chose? Decisions, decisions. Mind was tore from body in this scenario, his body doing what it pleased, though he wasn't really sure of what that was. Or, it was doing what it pleased until his mind some how became reattached. A pair of hands lifted from the boy's neck, down to his shoulders. He almost didn't go through with it, feeling that tug. Except, he knew this wasn't going any where he wanted it to go. With one motion, he shoved Kida away, breathing deeply.
"Mother fucker." He muttered, his lip still tingling. Mind was in control for a little while, demanding the other body parts that had gone haywire to cool it for a second. Even though it could end up much more than a second. "You're fucking mad at me, damn it! That is NOT how you express anger!" He pointed out the obvious, trying to keep it so that he sounded angry, rather pleased. It was a horrible show, the pleasure seeping through the rage in defined drops. "You're such a girl." He muttered. "No, worse than that. A fucking PMS-y girl." He growled. One second they were perfectly fine, then ripping off your head. Though, it was more ripping of with the heads than it was with perfectly fines, Kida was just as confusing.
But, as in most situations, body parts took over, including one that was definitely out to overthrow the brain. This was a first year for crying out loud! This erection wasn't supposed to happen! Nonexistent! Only, too bad it was. "Oh, damn you." He whispered to himself.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Dec 2, 2008 0:43:09 GMT -5
Kida didn't know what he was doing. Didn't know what he wanted out of the other boy. Oh, that was a lie, he knew what he wanted. He wanted someone to kiss him back, someone to tell him he was damn memorable and that he wouldn't spend his days here at Eddingborough feeling so undesirable. However, it was clear that Claude wasn't up for the job.He wasn't going to suddenly start loving him endlessly, after all third years were crazy if they thought they could ever get away with seeing the youngest batch within the highschool.
But the angsty, pretty blond had just blocked it all out for this beautiful, sexual moment and all at once it ended, body seeming to fly back when shoved and eyeing the older boy with shocked baby blue eyes. A single hand rose over his mouth, his lips absolutely throbbing from heat and all too aware the other boy lingered on his lips. Claude just didn't understand, did he? It was just so infuriating but..but he was turning into a real basket case, himself. Freaking out at the other and then making out with him desperately? There was a mock lock down going down and all he could think about was undressing the older boy? When did this become him?
Nakita never recalled being this way before.
"I'm not apologizing for kissing you!" The blond replied sharply, stomping his foot and pouting. It appeared that the younger boy just didn't want too and therefore that was the most he was going to get out of Kida for this afternoon. "You kiss me back willingly, so it's not all my fault!" Arms were crossed over his chest now, huffing and narrowing his eyes, looking rather offended. "And I am not a girl, that's just cruel."
Well, if that was what he was, Kida was quite a pretty girl, wasn't he? Eyes drifted over the brunet, stilling once he came to the other's pants and, well, he couldn't help but notice the state the other was in. Color burned deeper into his cheeks and his lower lip was bitten, tugged back into his mouth. Oh, wow. That boy was really excited just after a couple of kisses. The fact that the other accused him of this? Doubtful. "Besides," he added now, licking his lips. "You like it when I kiss you, you like it when I touch you, and..I could really touch you, Claude."
Teasing now.
Actually doing it.
What on earth had gotten into him?
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Post by Sarah on Dec 2, 2008 7:26:00 GMT -5
Had this ever been a tease to begin with, Claude would have Kida stripped by now, and this would all be almost over. But, no. Kida had to be so fucking confusing! You were angry at a person, so you inflict them pain, not pleasure! A pleasure in which Claude was ashamed to admit. This just didnt happen!
Well, damn. Hadnt this gone as planned? No, not at all. Had things gone as planned, there would have never been no fat ass janitor to shut the door to lock them in. He allowed his eyes to swivel away from Kida to the clock, finding that they had been in lock down mode for 10 minutes now. Ten minutes?! What the hell was the hold up?! Talk about infuriating. First the lock down itself, then the tables being simoltaniously turned? Can Ashton Kutcher just pop out and say 'You've been Punk'd' already?! Claude was desperate for some reality right now.
Not apologizing? What Kiddo did may as well been a felony. You didnt do that! "I kiss you back willingly, but unknowlingly." He growled the lie, as if that was ever truly possible. When he had been swimming in heat, his mind was still there, but he did what he pleased, and some things he that didnt please, including what Kida was staring at. For the first time upon meeting Kida, Claude's own cheeks turned color. Make another snappy retort before something else gets added.
"I've only known girls to switch off like that, anyway. Maybe that's why you wouldnt sleep with me? Cause you've got a pussy down there instead of a sex organ that dangles?" Oh god. Even just saying those two words wasnt good for him. His puffy pink lips had been parted to say something more, but Kida's offer arouse, his eyes went wide.
He wasnt supposed to like this.
It...it went against everything
But...really touch him? Could he turn down an offer like that? Not possible for Claude Kepp. Kida had bubbled all this in him now.
Eyes closed for a second, before Claude actually assaulted Kida with his lips, not that he would ever own up to such a thing after this. The desperation was clear, desperation that Kida had inflicted. It all just seemed to lead back to Kida, didnt it? But, Claude did tend to blame him for more than he should. Oh well.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Dec 2, 2008 15:40:04 GMT -5
Kida didn't expect to be kissing Claude, didn't plan to be caught in this empty math class with him, but it just once again worked to his advantage. He had been yelling, he had, for the first time since he was six, used violence to get some attention and he wasn't proud of it. Normally all he would ever have to do would be raise his voice and people would pick up the hint-- with Claude, you needed to smack him in the face, and then do it again for good measure before he understood anything.
"Kiss me back unknowingly?" He retorted, voice a little weakened by such a phrase but quickly shaking his head. The brunet was still playing the personal attack game, it seemed. It didn't have to be said to know that the third year had known good and well that this would probably happen again, probably had a good idea what a locked door and a smitten fifteen year old could bring.
Another cheap attack, once again to his gender and this was the sort of thing that made him want to just melt away in embarrassment. The other was so fickle! Kida had explained why sex just wasn't an option for him right now in short detail. That boy truly had no idea what kind of anxiety the small, Greek boy had.
The offer, however, was something that had achieved some obvious attention. Attention without one of those smart ass,hurtful remarks that made Nakita want to say a couple of hateful words of his own. But no, he was not stooping to that level.
"You really have some nerv-" About to finish the statement, about to end this current situation, but then all at once a mouth had crashed down on his, the blond was momentarily paralyzed with heat. His heart was absolutely pounding in his chest and his head appeared to have been thoroughly disconnected now that waves of pleasure were crashing over him.
That one second of just not understanding and then all at once a pair of eager arms wrapped around Claude's neck, head tilting and easily slipping his tongue into that delicously sweet mouth. Fingers curled in dark, silky locks, giving a teasing pull on the lengths and pressing himself flat against the other older boy, feeling perfectly well the bulge in those pants.
Claude wanted him.
And Kida would stay true to his word...
It's just that his pants wouldn't be touched in the process.
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Post by Sarah on Dec 2, 2008 16:02:17 GMT -5
Times had changed with just the slap of a cheek, and the wave of heat that had encompassed him. No one could have expected this. For a lock down even in this kind of situation, unplanned from the sounds of it, then to lock two hormonal teenage boys in a classroom together alone. But, at the time you had to remember, Claude was keen on avoiding Kida, as Kida was with him. Well, until Kida had decided to turn over a new leaf.
So, maybe some of Claude's comebacks were terrible, but it kept the other distracted, along with himself. The distraction hadnt lasted as long as needed, long enough to keep them both angry and seperated until they could leave. The distraction had basically disolved, making Claude only resort to an action he had NEVER intended on doing with another male.
It was a fair statement to call Claude fickle, as fair as it was to call his eyes blue. He was shallow, over dramatic, when he wanted to be. Hell, that's what the kid got after all this tease! He knew it was still a high hope to get those pants off of him, but would be the goal. It wasnt fair! So what if the kid was scared? Claude didnt care, unless the guy was going to try out an acting role for 'The Fourty Year Old Virgin', he was going to have to get over that fear!
He did have some nerve, so much more than Kida expected considering he was accusing Claude of which before their lips ever made contact. Beyond excited as Kida pressed himself against him, flat against him in all possible ways. Yes..that was like it. Start easing in for the kill... Arms that had been around Kida in some sort of fashion--he hadnt been paying attention as to where their exact coordinates were-- Skidded down to his shirt, starting the string of silver buttons for Kida, unbuttoning only the top 3 before leaving the rest closed.
If he had to, he'd excite Kida as much as he was excited. Euphoria would rush over the fear, he knew it from experience. Just get him worked up, then spring.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Dec 2, 2008 16:24:06 GMT -5
By no means did the first year want to keep his virginity. It wasn't as if he were religious, and he certainly didn't see the real prize in keeping it, it was just that growing fear wouldn't ease up. Being a virgin, after all, was rather embarrassing and the sooner it was gone, the sooner Nakita Peterson would fit better with the crowd here at Eddingborough.This, no doubt, was a false hope, but right about now it seemed to keep him going. In his mind, there was just no possible way he could be an outsider forever. Well, he could be proved wrong, but right now with Claude Kepp's mouth on his own, he didn't want to think about fitting in.
He wanted to concentrate on how marvelous that mouth worked him, how those hands were nimbly undoing the buttons on his shirt, leaving a cool breeze to wash over ivory skin. A small whimper was muffled by that mouth, chest arching into those fingers and encouraging them to continue their work. After all, it was still so close from the end product, wasn't it? Those fingers might as well be lighting fire to his skin. He trembled, even. TREMBLED of all things while against that touch.
Kida had intended to have control over this situation, had decided that if this was going to happen, it was going to be done under his rules. Not that Claude had much regard for his rules, as one could tell. It appeared that the older boy had hijacked control and now the angsty first year was following his lead, his own fingers gripping blindly at that button up shirt, wasting as little time as possible in spreading that shirt wide open like a pair of blinds. That chest, if he remembered correctly, was phenonimnal. And his fingers? Which were pressed flat against a warm, rising and falling stomach, had to agree. Blood was certianly directed to his crotch by now.
A gasp, breaking their kiss for much needed air and staring at the other a little flushed. "J-Jesus, you're hot.." he mumbled before catching those lips again, melting into that heat.
This image would be burned into his memory each and every Math class. He would VISUALIZE the two of them during tests and...no doubt his own grades would steadily drop because of sudden lack of interest.
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Post by Sarah on Dec 2, 2008 17:24:15 GMT -5
Feeling Kida's chest arch, brought another sense of pleasure to him. That was right, he'd soon have a bulge in his pants thanks to him. Good. That was only fair, after all. Fingers rose to the other boy's chest once again, and started nimbly at the buttons. A chest was soon revealed. Oh..God. Claude had been missing out on SO much. Another thing he'd been missing out on was currently locked away behind another button, and even having so much more advanced security that even a zipper was required. But, that would come later.
This time, his own hands pushed up against Kida's, almost like he was pushing him away, before his fingers started to feel upward, looping around the cute little pink nipples. He'd played with these before, his favorites, but each time was more delicious than the first. Even as the kiss broke, the fingers remained active. "You're one to talk." He mumbled before the flame rekindled.
He was getting somewhere, this time. Claude could feel Kida growing just as excited, heat filling him as it had filled Claude. Much better. Who knows, maybe even Kida will be the one to reach for the zipper, this time. Another high hope, no doubt, but hey, he could dream.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Dec 2, 2008 17:50:05 GMT -5
The chances of someone coming in was slim, right? They were safe for as long as that door was locked and the secretary who worked the intercom hadn't suggested otherwise just yet. That meant they had enough time for some private exploration. It was all very educational, don't you know? Anatomy, really. It was only best learnt when it was a hands on activity and the blond was starting to wonder why he hadn't found Claude any sooner. Oh, yeah. Because school had only been in session for, what, maybe three weeks now?
Breathing was starting to become a real task, Kida finding it rather difficult to keep up with that mouth when those hands were back on him, knowing full well that his shirt, just like Claude's was going to be on the ground, forgotten in a couple of seconds. His own hands urgently shoved down the loose fabric at his partner's arms, freeing that slender torso from confines. The bulge that Claude had been hoping for? It was pressing quite strainously against his pants the moment those rough fingers began working over a pair of rosy nipples.
"Ahn!" a small cry from the smaller boy, the sound almost echoing in the silent room, the fifteen year old running his fingers up and behind the older boy, searching over the wings of his shoulder blades, and down that open valley of a spine. Claude felt good, and that husked, compliment nearly knocked out his balance. Uhg, and his nipples were aching something fierce, both nubs rock hard and leaving him writhing, panting and now nipping and biting at a fabulous neck. He'd bruise him, no doubt about that. Physically and emotionally. Just you wait.
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Post by Sarah on Dec 2, 2008 18:04:13 GMT -5
If the chances of someone walking in were slim, that just had to mean the chances of this going Claude's way were slim too. Not really sure why, but that was how things seemed to work. His luck never ran good when Kida was around.
Claude freed Kida of his shirt as he had done with his. This just kept building, and building. Seeing as his own lips were free for once, he took the moments to breathe. But, it didnt take long until he found something more to do with it. He nibbled on Kida's ear playfully for a moment.
"You know.." He said, voice a deep, low husk. "Best way to get over fear is through experience." He encouraged, keeping his hands to himself so far, before fingering the waist band on Kida's dress pants, careful not to go for the zipper, but letting his thumb run over the button one time.
Claude was going to be something more than bruised. He was as good as scarred.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Dec 2, 2008 18:22:37 GMT -5
Well there. That was one step, wasn't it? Both of them were half dressed and riled up within the small classroom, something Kida would have never expected from their first experience inside the library. Oh, he had been so positive he wanted to just kill the other that day, a rather horrible, flooding emotion that had left the Greek boy entirely unable to concentrate. But, on the other hand, having Claude touch him, to have him tease him, made things equally dificult to concentrate. This would ultimately end in disaster, but Kida didn't care. He wouldn't care because he wouldn't let himself right now.
All that existed right now were those hands and that mouth. (And that breath taking build, too, but er, he wasn't going to get into that.)
A laugh escaped him, pleasant and sweet when his ear was nibbled, his own mouth breaking off from the tender flesh he had been currently working over. Of course he left his mark in such a place so that everybody would see it, and most certainly ask about. After all, this was a boy's school. No doubt the entire third year floor would pester him about it. Hickies were certainly a possessive action, although, to be honest, Kida just wanted to see how well the bruise would form.
Eyes batted innocently, the irises seeming hazed when Claude spoke up, the heat of his words causing the hair on his arms to rise. Through experience? His heart started pounding weakly now, the smaller body beginning to feel dizzy. "I.." he began, shifting his gaze now between them, observing how the brunet's hand circled low around his pants, digits just flirting with the button, teasing over the waist band. Oh. That was so hot, that boy didn't know what he was doing to him but...but they couldn't. They weren't coming off.
"N-no, we made a d-deal.." he insisted, although seeming to struggle with his own decision. "I'm taking care of you," he added, his own hands slipping down and clumsily unbuttoning those slacks and yanking down the zipper. Perhaps that would help Claude think a bit clearly, give his penis some air. (Because the boy's head certainly wasn't in control.)
A single hand slipped inside of the third year's opened pants, teasing his fingers beneath the waist band of his boxers before dipping inside, nails grazing feather light over a swollen shaft. The mere feel of the other was enough for the blond to faint, to just dissolve into the ground but...he was more in awe than anything else.
He was seriously touching Claude. In a way that his mother would certainly disapprove.
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