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Post by pj on Nov 7, 2008 10:29:46 GMT -5
A crooked smile washed over Peter's face and warmth ran through him as he heard Ernest laugh, no longer the nervous little giggle he'd heard earlier. His hand ducked under his shirt and rested on his cool skin and his fingers trailed the little hairs on his belly, he tilted his head to the side a little as Ernest began to talk. He suppressed a small laugh and his first comment, maybe they weren't so different after all but he refused to comment on it in fear of jilting Ernest again. "I most certainly am not joking!" Peter exclaimed with a grin, "Your not exactly an ugly fucker...you do know that right." He spoke with a laugh as he rested his head on his free arm.
"But girls are easier to get along with I'll agree with you on that, but mister Ernest boys are only scary if there attractive." Peter smiled, it was true though attractive boys where scary to talk to, not that he wasn't a pretty boy himself but there's nothing worse than approaching that kind of guy. "I don't mean to suggest your...like me." Peter said quickly afraid Ernest got the wrong idea, "It's just you know...forget it." He said with a small sort of laugh.
"Anyway...sometimes I have ramble on, just tell me to shut up...or hit me. Either one's fine." Peter said in a very matter of fact manor before glancing back down at Ernest and smiled, "Naw, it's not pathetic...pathetic would be if you refused to talk to me at all. That would be pathetic and mean." His fingers still ran aimlessly across his stomach sending a shudder up his spine as his nails trailed along his skin.
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Post by Anna on Nov 7, 2008 14:02:53 GMT -5
For a moment, Ernest watched the trail of the boy’s hand, fingers running over barely visible naked flesh. He blushed then, realizing he was unable to look away for several drawn out seconds. He knew Peter must’ve been doing it unconsciously, because why would he want to touch himself on purpose? It was probably a habit.
Finally, he tore his eyes away, feeling like he’d done something wrong. He barely felt comfortable glancing at his own body in the mirror, and now he was gawking at someone else’s?
There were so many things he wanted to respond to. His face glowed at the compliment. He wasn’t used to other boys complimenting him. Boys at Eddingborough were so much nicer. He wanted also to say that he didn’t think he was nervous because of attractive boys. After all, pretty girls didn’t make him nervous.
Finally, he responded in a somewhat elevated voice. “But I [i[do[/i] like you!” he said, braving to look at him full in the face, Did Peter really think that he didn’t? He thought they’d been becoming friends. He looked at him earnestly. “Really, I-I do. A lot. You – oh, gosh. You’re making me…smile.”
As quickly as his surge of confidence came, he realized his eyes were now locked on the boys, and he dropped them quickly. To any outside viewer, the contrast between the two boys was laughable. There was Peter, lounging in the grass with ease, lazily running his fingers over his stomach (Ernest shivered) and then the second boy, rigidly hugging himself.
He allowed a cautious smile to remain on his lips while he glanced at Peter, as though waiting for his approval.
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Post by pj on Nov 7, 2008 17:28:16 GMT -5
Unaware of the eyes gazing at him Peter’s hand still traced circles around his stomach, it was a relaxing thing something he’d do lounging about at home or in his dorm. Truth was he was very relaxed around Ernest, it was nice because he felt that he could just be his self. A small smile crept across his lips, as his eyes strayed to the side just in time to see Ernest snapping his gaze away. His smile grew before he fixed his gaze back onto the slow moving clouds.
He let Ernest’s words wash over him as he swilled them much like a love of fine wine would, Peter tilted his head to the side once more bring his wandering hand away from his stomach and letting it lightly caress the grass. It tickled his palm and he suppressed a small child like giggle, he looked Ernest in the eyes as. “Thats good to know...just tell me your not going to slip into the freezing water like jack in Titanic, I’m to young to be a window.” Peter smiled lightheartedly as he playfully winked at Ernest, unsure weather or not he would get the reference or not. He felt like cringing. “It’s nice to know I make someone smile though.”
“When I say stupid things like that, thats when you should probably hit me.” A flush of red washed over his face before he pushed himself up into an almost yoga like cross-legged thing. Peter smirked as he watched the other boy scrunched up in a ball, it must have looked comical but he just grinned like a fool...lord have mercy.
He pulled the sleek sliver light out his pocket before flicking it open and letting the flame, another little tick of Peter’s something he don’t did when somewhat nervous, Ernest might stutter and seize up and Peter liked to look a flames. But what was there to be nervous about really? It was stupid really but he couldn’t help himself.
“So what does scare you so much about boys mister.” He spoke in soft manor, unsure of himself as if he didn’t know if Ernest wanted to talk about it or not.
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Post by Anna on Nov 7, 2008 18:24:19 GMT -5
"I don't know," he admitted. "I don't really think about it. I don't think I'm scared of boys." He smiled, thinking that the way they were describing it, boys would be big scary monsters or something. "It's just -- when I, you know, when I'm around them. I-I get..."
He trailed off a little helplessly, thinking that he hardly needed to explain. After all, Ernest had already displayed what an idiot he was around people.
He glanced over to see Peter's reaction, and was relieved to see he had moved his hand away from his stomach and drop instead on the grass. The sight of that made his grin widen. "It's soft, isn't it?" he asked. His own hands dropped from their death grip on his knees and twisted tenderly in the green blades. "I -- heh, I really enjoy soft things. My p-parents would always tell me it was impolite, all the th-things I would touch. I'd always be touching my face, or fl-flowers, or rubbing my cheek against the jeans on my knee."
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Post by pj on Nov 7, 2008 18:42:29 GMT -5
"Well just so long as your not scared of me." Peter let his gaze on Ernest soften, still letting his finger tips trail through the grass it felt nice...comforting even. "And I know what you mean, some guys make me go that way to." He flashed the other boy a wide smile before shifting his position with his legs out stretched and arms out behind him propping him up giving Peter the look of a big kid sunbathing.
Peter couldn't help his crooked smile as Ernest talked, he sounded like a little kid too innocent not that it was a bad thing mind part of Peter wished he could be a little more like the other boy. "Suppose it is quite soft," He closed his eyes lightly as he tiled his head up to the sun, letting it soak over his face. "That was pretty crap of them to squash your curiosity," Peter shuffled a little closer to Ernest but not close enough for things to get weird. "Though from the way you where looking into the pool earlier, I don't think they quite succeeded." He said with a laugh his face beaming with a grin.
He sat once again cross legged, his thumps playing with themselves like an impatient child made to wait for mother. He couldn't explain it or stop it as one hand ran itself through Ernest's hair, instantly he wished he didn't it was a stupid thing to have done. Red flushed his face as he flicked his gaze and his hand back to his lap, now who was the nervous one? "Your hair...um...was, is soft. I mean to say..." He took a deep breath, "Sorry." Peter said mumbling.
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Post by Anna on Nov 7, 2008 19:08:24 GMT -5
Ernest froze. The moment that Peter's hand was dragging through his hair seemed to be suspended on a pinprick, seperate from everything going on and completely on it's own level. For that moment, Ernest felt as though he was meeting hundreds of new people, suffering through hundreds of first impressions all at once. Now, instead of stumbling and shaking in his nerves, the effect of it was multiplied by thousands, unable to be expressed physically.
He felt as if there were a million razor-edged butterflies fighting to rip out of his stomach. His throat became tighter. His muscles clenched. There was a buzzing in his ears. His skin was flaming. He couldn't focus. He was completely still, holding his breath and waiting for the torture to be over.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the warm hand in his hair was gone. Ernest opened his eyes, not realized he had closed them, and felt his face flush with embarrassment. "I - oh, I'm sorry," he said. He hadn't heard what Peter had said before him, but Ernest felt humiliated for overreacting. After all, he'd mentioned that he liked to touch his hair, so... wasn't it okay that Peter wanted to feel? Somehow, though, it felt different than that.
"Sorry," he repeated. "I'm - not used to that. B-But why -- I mean, what --" His words were cut off by the strain of his throat, still tight from the moment before. He didn't look at Peter.
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Post by pj on Nov 7, 2008 19:30:38 GMT -5
He knew he should have stopped himself, just stopped and kept staring at his lap instead of touching his fucking hair! Why, why did have to be such a fool. Peter could see Ernest tense again and honestly it was horrible knowing he caused that reaction, because it was him the did it, he should have just kept itself to himself because thats what he did. He hurt people, it didn’t matter who but he always managed to some how.
He pulled his gaze up to meet Ernest as he apologized, “No. No I’m s-sorry.” Peter’s face looked almost helpless as he looked at the other boy, his face dropped again and he let out small sigh.
Peter knew that, that one small touch meant something he didn’t think he meant...God his head felt like it was going to implode, so ok...maybe there was a small part of him that liked Ernest but in all honesty the boy didn’t seem like he shared Peters interests. He looked up as the other spoke again, “It was...Um, It was stupid of me. Sorry, it was just, just impulsive and I didn’t mean to make you go all call the amublance.” He said trying to brake up his embarrassment with humor, “I shouldn’t have...I-I’m so sorry it wont happen again.” Peter said definitively with a little nod not knowing weather he could stick to his promise...
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Post by Anna on Nov 7, 2008 19:40:09 GMT -5
His heartbeat was slowing back down to normal now, and he let out a small giggle. "Maybe sometime you'll have to call the ambulance," he said, only half joking. He rubbed at his temples and sighed. "It's getting worse. I just - I don't know what it is. It's not your fault or anything. Don't - don't apologize."
He bit the inside of his lip, brow furrowed. For a moment, his throat felt tight with the threat of tears. God, sometimes he hated how he couldn't control these feelings. It was so frustrating to try to have normal relationships, constantly interrupted with nervous outbursts for no reason at all. So Peter had touched him? So what. He was just being friendly, and Ernest had to go and nearly pass out on him.
He tried to reassure himself; he was easily startled, that's all. He wasn't used to guys reaching over and touching his hair. Usually, that seemed like something boys and girls did to each other. But Peter was just especially friendly. All he'd done was brush his fingers through his hair.
And it hadn't been awful. A tiny shiver passed over Ernest as he thought about it again, as though a cool breeze had blown through.
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Post by pj on Nov 7, 2008 19:56:54 GMT -5
"God don't say that! or I'll be in there with you." Peter tried to sound light hearted but his voice still held a tentativeness in it, "I didn't mean to make you feel like that or anything...it was stupid of me, I get carried away sometimes...again, feel free to hit me." He said with a lighter tone in his voice as he dared a look at Ernest, Peter lightly bit his bottom lip before slowly releasing it.
He was been stupid, he knew that well enough and, he also knew how much he can get carried away with situations. Peter always had to so something to test the boundaries a sort of trial and error thing, he shook his head slightly with a dazed look on his face. It was really an art ruining perfectly lovely moments, he was the queen of inappropriate behavior and on most occasions he wouldn't even apologize but there was something about Ernest that got to him...
After what felt like an eternity of silence, the kind of silence that makes you want fidget or just do anything to brake up the moments of more silence. Peter spoke, "Maybe I should go..." he said to no one in-particular even though his eyes glanced at Ernest with a worried sort of look inside them. Maybe he should go, it'd better than cause any more embarrassment for himself of Ernest but, he supposed he'd let the other boy decide if he should go or not even if after the fool he made of himself.
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Post by Anna on Nov 7, 2008 20:10:40 GMT -5
Ernest now felt desperately guilty, without knowing why. He hadn't meant to offend Peter, or make him think that he didn't like him. But now the boy seemed to think - to think what? Ernest had no idea. His whole reaction confused him. Ernest was the one who'd freaked out, not Peter. Peter hadn't done anything wrong.
"N-No, don't go!" he said, scooting closer and looking at him with wide eyes. "I didn't mean to be rude. I'm -- gosh, I'm sorry. It just surprised me. I told you, I'm -- just -- you know. Please, I'd like to be friends. I didn't mean to make you think that I don't like you."
He looked at him, trying to suppress the nausea rising as he did so, and saw the look on his face. "Peter, are you alright?"
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Post by pj on Nov 7, 2008 20:37:28 GMT -5
Peter looked up as Ernest told him not to go, his mouth tweaked a little smile. "Stop saying your sorry stupid," He said lightheartedly bumping his shoulder against Ernest's. he glanced at the other boy with a little affection in his eyes, Peter couldn't help himself as much as he tried though he didn't want Ernest to know...he always did like the unavailable guys.
Peter smiled at Ernest's next comment, yes he was alright he supposed a little bruised in the ego maybe. "No, I'm fine mister. Really just a bit blah." He smiled reassuringly, "I make a habit of liking the wrong people sometimes," He admitted freely. "but if I can't be nothing else I'd really like to be friends with you." Peter sighed a little wondering when Ernest would freak out and run for the hills from the bad bad gay boy!
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Post by Anna on Nov 7, 2008 20:44:30 GMT -5
Ernest's stomach lightened considerably, both from relief and from the drop that occured when he bumped against him. He even liked the teasing 'stupid' Peter added on to the end of his sentence.
What the boy said, on the other hand, confused him. He glanced sideways. "What do you mean?" he asked. What else would he be but a friend? Ernest certainly hadn't suggested that he didn't like him, so it couldn't be enemies. He realized that Peter must've been talking about some girl, and he was caught off guard by the subject change. So that's why he seemed bothered. He was talking about the other type of like.
"Who do you like that's the wrong person?" he asked curiously. He was used to being a good listener -- his girl friends back home would always tell him about their boy problems. A boy had never attempted to talk to him about girl problems before, but he wanted to help.
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Post by pj on Nov 7, 2008 20:58:06 GMT -5
Did Ernest really not get it? It confused Peter slightly but he answered as best he could without getting embarrassed. "Well...Always fall for the guys that are in a relationship and mostly always straight," he said bluntly with a crooked smirk on his face, it was true...he was hopeless when it came to finding someone but, that was life and there was nothing Peter could do about it.
He cocked an eyebrow at the boys next question, he scrunched his nose a little. "It's kind of obvious don't you think?" Peter questioned with a smirk charmed by Ernest's naivety, "It's you...but like I said I really don't care about that, just so long as we can be friends." He said honestly with a coy little smile before letting out a long breath, in truth he was very nervous implying it was one thing...but saying it was another.
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Post by Anna on Nov 7, 2008 23:30:45 GMT -5
A sputtering cough ripped its way out of his throat, and shook his entire body. He tried to stop it, cleared his throat, pounded at his frail chest, and eventually, it died out to a tiny squeak.
Had -- Had Peter not understand what he'd asked? Had he not said it right? Messed up the phrasing? But no. It didn't appear to be like that. Ernest might've been oblivious to flirting and to hints, but he wasn't that slow on the uptake. He'd asked Peter who he liked, and Peter had responded, "You."
There wasn't much to misunderstand there.
Ernest felt his entire face heat up, as though a summer sun had suddenly made an appearance in the autumn. He wiped the back of his hand across his lip, where perspiration was gathering. "You..." he started, but his voice broke off.
He cleared his throat again. As far as he knew, he'd never met anyone gay before. Sure, he'd heard about homosexuality at church and stuff, but it was never something he thought he'd run into. He imaged it as some distant problem he'd never come face to face with. Some abnormality that'd only been mentioned in the Bible, that he hoped he'd never have to think about outside church walls.
That's all he knew about homosexuality. That it was bad.
Oh, God, he didn't want to be impolite. He tried to speak again, and the sound that came out was a high and quivering, almost musical sound. "You -- like boys?"
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Post by pj on Nov 8, 2008 7:19:10 GMT -5
Peter’s eyed widened at the other boys response, his hand instantly shot out to rub Ernest’s back as he coughed and spluttered and as soon as he recovered his hand went back to his lap. Eyes wide and slightly in shock his mouth formed words but they didn’t come out, he wanted to ask what was wrong but then he knew what was wrong. Implying was nothing compared to saying and Peter was slightly shook up, fingers massaged his temples as his gaze still rested on Ernest. Did he really not get that from the start? I mean by no way was he obviously gay but everything was so....so implied, maybe that was the problem.
He heard the other boy speak but it sounded far off, as he coughed Peter looked at him once more with a quizzical look on his face...all in all it was kind of amusing. A slight grin arched his mouth, “Yeah...I like boys and the boys like me,” Amusement tainted his tone. “Usually.” He added in a teasing tone.
“It’s, um...It aint a bad thing you know?” Peter offered seeing the startled expression on Ernest’s face. Great a homophobe you sure can pick em Peter ol’ boy, you had to find the one person with a problem about your sexuality and befriend them! He thought to himself as a frown wrinkled the side of his mouth and his brow furrowed, “I-it’s not a problem right?” Because if there was he wanted to hear now instead of in the hallway getting empty coke bottles threw at him.
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