Anna
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Post by Anna on Dec 7, 2008 23:09:32 GMT -5
Well, why not? All of Sebastien's prerequisites were met. He knew the boy’s name, the boy was attractive and relatively interesting, and they had a reason. The reason? There was no way that he’d allow all their playful banter and negotiating amount to nothing. It was only the good, decent thing to do. This room wanted people to mess around in it. Why else would it have been so perfectly secluded and intriguing? It just asked for horny boys to occupy it.
He turned fully now to gauge the boy’s reaction. From the way the boy had been speaking to him, he didn’t suppose it would be too against the idea. He definitely didn’t seem to be solely a skirt chaser, at least.
His response was enough to cause a smug grin to spread on his face. He had caught Luke off guard – how nice. Sebastien adored doing the unexpected, to be known as the boy who spoke boldly and who went there. Even though so many of his actions were planned and calculated, he loved emitting an air that just screamed he didn’t care.
As he was gently nudged against the counter, Seb couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle. Ask nicely? Oh, Luke obviously didn’t know Sebastien very well. And that was fine with him; Seb didn’t like people knowing much about him, unless that person was Haley Badger.
And so, within a moment, he’d slipped out from between the boy and the counter, twisting Luke instead, so it was he with his back to the counter. “I don’t ask,” he replied simply, and in a swift movement, his hands had twisted in his shirtfront, pushing him rather harshly against the platform, and taking his lips in his own as though they rightly belonged to him.
Psh, and Art Boy thought he could get him to be polite? Nice try.
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Post by kaytee on Dec 8, 2008 17:14:27 GMT -5
Maybe if Sebastien hadn't been so undeniably charming, he would've protested to the smug smirk alighting upon the other's lips. He couldn't help but think that this was exactly how he was predicted to act, like the other's boy's aloof attitude was only a part of his ruse. Really, though, did he actually care all that much? So what if he was acting according to plan? As he'd told himself before, this guy didn't seem like much of a bluffer.
And his latest invitation wasn't one Luke was going to turn down.
He twisted around as the other blonde slid from between Luke and the counter, suddenly finding himself the one against the counter. He opened his mouth to protest to Sebastien's reply only to be shoved more roughly against the platform, his lips quickly fitted against the other's. He leaned into the other boy, his hand flattened against the plane of Sebastien's chest as he kissed back intently for a few moments before pushing away.
Though it took an amount of will power to do so.
His blue eyes found the other's, a soft smirk still playing across his features. "And when did I ever say you could touch me?" he teased, mocking Sebastien before broadening his boyish smile. In all truth, it was all he could do to not pull those lips back against his. He really didn't want to talk when there were better things to do, but for some reason this boy was bringing out his stubborn side.
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Post by Anna on Dec 8, 2008 17:28:48 GMT -5
When Luke broke the kiss, Sebastien's eyebrows rose just slightly in amuse. If looks could be dictated into English, the expression he gave to the boy in response to his mocking comment could be roughly translated to a very resigned, Are you shitting me? Sebastien was the one who decided when there was talking, and when there was kissing. Right now, he wanted to devour the boy's mouth in front of him, not watch it flap around witty banter.
"Okay, seriously now?" he asked him, slightly exasperated. He felt for the first time the feeling that Haley might feel when Sebastien was dangling sex about his head. However, he had the feeling that Luke wouldn't hold onto this resolve as long as Sebastien was capable of.
"You think that if I don't bother to ask nicely that I'll bother with waiting for permission?" he asked with a brief eye roll, hands now working at the hem of Luke's shirt, tugging it up his torso and over his head. Sebastien always did what he wanted, without waiting for the green light. When he'd managed to pull off the boy's shirt, he tossed it aside, and leveled his gaze with an equally mocking look.
"Really, do you always make things so difficult, Art Boy?"
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Post by kaytee on Dec 8, 2008 19:47:25 GMT -5
It was a satisfying look he received from the other, his smirk widening as Sebastien raised an eyebrow his direction. So far, he had to admit that the other blonde had been holding the upper card, so it was taken as another small victory for Luke. He chuckled at Sebastien's tone, willing himself to keep from reattaching his lips to Lenoire's quickly.
It was proving harder than he'd ever thought.
He hadn't really expected his comment to make a difference in Sebastien's approach; to be honest with himself, he was wholly hoping it wouldn't hinder what had begun. "You can't blame a guy for trying" he teased, sucking in a breath as the blonde's deft hands worked at the edge of his shirt, all too eagerly allowing the boy to tug it over his head.
He decided not to answer Sebastien's question. Instead, he leaned forward, a hand moving upward to direct the boy's face to his as he pressed his lips thoroughly against the other's. He fingered at the hem of Sebastien's shirt, hand sliding against the other's side as he trailed the article upward. "Let's keep this even", he mumbled against the other's lips, withdrawing to pull the shirt over the boy's head before leaning back in.
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Post by Anna on Dec 11, 2008 22:46:43 GMT -5
Today would be the day that Sebastien scientifically proved the theory that blonds had more fun.
After the flutter of fabric obscured his vision, and his bare chest was released from his shirt, all Sebastien could think was the pair of them probably looked nice together, pressed against the art platform. Two heads of blond hair, one neat and smooth, the other messy and wavy, and two bare chests, one the fair skin of a proper gentleman and the other the sunkissed skin of a surfer.
Yes, they probably were quite the picture, blond heads melding together as their lips met again. Someone ought to paint a picture.
When that thought bubbled to Sebastien's mind, he couldn't help but chuckle mid-kiss. "You should paint me," he said as he lifted his lips to brush across his jaw, fingers trailing up his arms, starting at his wrists and ending in a grip at his shoulders.
Of course, he was only making jokes. Stupid jokes that went along with his stupid nickname for Luke. Sebastien was about living in the moment, and this would probably be the last time he would ever speak to Luke unless he actively sought him out. But that wouldn't happen. Eddingborough was a big school, and Seb was lazy.
So, why not get as much jabs at Art Boy as he could in the time being? Making out and making fun. Best way to pass the time while waiting for Haley Badger to roll out of bed.
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Post by kaytee on Dec 16, 2008 22:00:14 GMT -5
He hadn't been entirely positive Sebastien would relinquish his shirt as willingly as Luke had, though he wasn't about to complain. His tanned skin melded against Lenoire's, the voice at the back of his head begging him to practice restraint for Blaine's sake firmly pushed away for the time being as his lips fitted solidly against the other blonde's. The grey-eyed russian boy had told Luke he didn't care, so long as it was clear Luke was his. And it wasn't as if he was digging for anything more than a jolt to break the morning monotone.
His lips tugged into a lopsided smile, throat humming amusedly as the boy's warm breath seared his jaw. His body pressed into the hand gripping his shoulder, head slightly tilting absentmindedly as a hand sought Sebastien's upper arm, the other sliding loosely to the boy's hip, fingers curling around the edge of the blonde's jeans. "You'd be defiled", he returned, chuckling grittily. His fingers slipped down the other boy's arm, smears of paint leaving strokes across Leniore's fine skin.
He had to admit the boy felt good against him, more so than he'd thought.
The platform dug into the dip at the base of his back, urging him to yield before it left marks across his skin. He obliged, tugging Sebastien over him by the hand on his shoulder and the fingers around his jeans as he leaned back, maneuvering his head so that his lips ghosted over the other's neck, traveling down the dip of his collar bone slowly. "I don't have all day" he teased, hot breath rolling over Sebastien's smooth skin.
Yeah, call him impatient. He was sure he'd never see Sebastien again after this, not recalling seeing the blonde boy in any of his classes to date. And he was sure he'd have noticed Sebastien Leniore.
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Post by Anna on Dec 16, 2008 22:54:29 GMT -5
The funny thing about their situation? In the middle of sucking face with an attractive boy, completely secluded from the rest of the school, all amounts of pleasures swimming on every inch of his skin, the first thing that popped into Sebastien's mind was this: he couldn't wait for Haley Badger to see the paint Luke was currently smearing over his bare skin.
It must've been a guy thing -- he couldn't wait to tell his best friend about the adventure he'd had while the other was sleeping, and now, he had the battle wounds to prove it. His own hands dropped down to Luke's, gripping them and guiding their trail from his arm, across his stomach, up his chest, around his neck, making sure to leave a beautiful trail of paint from those messy hands. Oh, he'd wear the color proudly.
Sebastien was torn between amusement and annoyance once again. Sure, he didn't mind letting another have the upper hand every once and awhile, but Sebastien wasn't in the mood to be bossed around.
"Oh really? You have something better to do than me?" he asked, as if this were the most ridiculous thing in the world. A small smile took his lips, and he broke their connection to give the other an amused look. "Then by all means, go. I'm set on this room, not on you, so it wouldn't be a tragedy if I had to call in a replacement."
What Luke lacked in patience, Sebastien made up for in will power. He wouldn't be so easily scared with a simple command; he would not be bossed around. Not by Art Boy, not by anyone.
Art Boy could suck it if he didn't like it.
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Post by kaytee on Dec 17, 2008 22:15:30 GMT -5
He wasn't about to deny that Sebastien Lenoire had him wanting more. It wasn't a hard task, but maybe it was the room that was screwing with his perception, heightening his senses like it had every other time. He willingly allowed the blonde to take hold of his wrists, not about to deny the encompassing trail Sebastien led them across. He hadn't realized the paint that was streaking his hands until it showed up vividly against the boy's fair skin.
Luke Alexander had found his brand.
He stubbornly clung to the belt loop of the other's pants with a bent finger as Sebastien recoiled, the same amused smile returning to the boy's lips. He slowly opened his blue eyes, a look of slight disgruntlement contrasting against the other's entertained features. "And you said I'm difficult?" He couldn't help the exasperated chuckle punctuating his words, short patience already worn thin.
Maybe if he'd been stronger-willed, or if he wasn't to the point where it seemed necessary to finish what they'd started, he would've walked away. Half of him wanted to. But the other half, which was proving stronger so far, demanded more of Sebastien.
He pulled himself up, a hand falling against the back of the boy's neck as his lips traveled from the other's shoulder inward, trailing slowly along Sebastien's neck and jawline. "Don't be such a prick" he mumbled against the boy's skin, pressing into the other.
Yeah, he was starting to cave.
But there was no way he was going to surrender yet. No way.
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Post by Anna on Dec 18, 2008 13:48:22 GMT -5
If Luke wanted to blame someone for Sebastien's antics, he could definitely speak volumes on the fault of Haley Badger. Something about knowing that the other boy was waiting for him back at the dorm gave Sebastien a rush of confidence. Of course, confidence was not something he normally lacked, but at least he usually took care to stay within acceptable social boundaries. Now, he could tease and taunt without censor, knowing that even if he did push Luke too far, it wouldn't be a huge loss.
It was a completely impersonal way to look at it -- Art Boy had his appeal, there was no doubt about that, but it was shallow appeal at this moment in time. Replaceable. Fun, a good time, but over all, it wouldn't be a tragedy if he lost it.
Not that he wanted to lose it. Oh, no, he was whole heartedly on board with spending some time with Luke. But that didn't mean he was going to play nice. Besides, Luke started it.
Already, he adored the boy's hands. The way they trailed on his skin, branding him with paint. It was messy, and new. How often did someone get in a situation where an impromtu make out session left you streaked in bright colors?
He head rolled back when those lips trailed up his neck, and expelled a sigh that was half an accidental response to his touch, and half upon hearing the boy's words. "I'm not -- meaning to be a prick," he said, his voice catching slightly in the middle of the sentence. "But I don't work on the clock. Don't get me a time limit, and we'll be peachy."
How anyone could put up with Sebastien when he was being like this was a grand question for the ages. Luckily, the way Luke was holding onto him, it didn't seem like he minded much. Oh, how Seb loved breaking the resolve of unsuspecting strangers.
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