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 Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:14 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  It was a good thing Kaito was concentrating on staring at his plate and the food it contained, because if he'd seen the devious grin and the look on Jack's face his blush would have gotten several shades darker. He only glanced up when he heard chocking noises.
Still partially concealed by the fringe of hair his slate orbs rose in time to catch a look from his room mate that suggested he didn't want to explain why he was choking, which meant there actually WAS a reason and it wasn't just that he'd swallowed to quickly. An eyebrow rose, mostly missed thanks to the angle of his head, but he didn't press.
"I take it you two-"the comment about the two red-heads in the family standing out was abruptly cut off as a hand lifted and brushed the strands of blue hair. The blush, having started to fade as he got control of himself, returned with a vengeance as Jack casually returned to his position like nothing had happened.
For his part the artist cleared his throat slightly and stirred the rice with his fork, till he realized he was doing it at which point he exerted a forced control of his body and stopped the telling gesture. It wasn't that Kaito was embarrassed by being seen by other people, because they were pretty much so far below his notice that it wouldn't matter. It was how casual the touch was, and how very not used to being touched the artist happened to be.
"I think having a couple red-heads would be enough."He finished, rather more for something to say to distract them than for any real need of the statement. He took another bite of the rice and wondered if people just got used to it, the touching. He couldn't imagine it was something that was easily done, yet he'd seen people touch all the time. Before he'd found it vaguely irritating, when it involved him straight up annoying. So why was it that when Jack did it all he felt was butterflies?
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:48 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
God damn that blush. It really wasn’t fair. If Jack had any idea that Kaito didn’t give a rat’s a** about the people around them he might have kissed him right there and made absolutely ******** sure that everyone in the room knew they weren’t allowed to touch Kaito. That Jack had already called claim on him. Him and that pink color on his cheeks. As it was Jack had to fully occupy himself with the bottle of water, throwing his head back and guzzling half of it in a few seconds. The bottle slammed back to the table and Jack felt much better.
He was a bit curious as to what Kaito had been about to say, but was rather enjoying the awkward silence coming from his dining companion. Even if the noise level was the same as Cold Kaito, the atmosphere was entirely different. There was tension rather than a sheet of invisible ice between them. Tension was something Jack could deal with easily.
He pushed back his now empty tray, lighter appearing between his fingers as if by magic. He stroked the smooth silver surface absently. Few people paid enough attention to notice that it was the only lighter he ever used. He might find another source of fire from time to time, but the light in his pocket or hand or on his dressing table at night was always the same silver one. It sported one or two scratches, but given Jack’s carelessness it was in miraculously good shape. His hand moved and the lid made a satisfying click as the quick motion opened and shut it with practiced grace.
He titled his head back to Kaito when the other spoke. His eyes narrowed slightly as he grinned, pushing against a leg of the table to tilt his chair back, balancing the seat on two legs. It would have been better if he’d been able to make his face innocent, but he just didn’t have enough control over his own expressions. “I kiss you twice and you already want a second redhead?” To his credit, Jack at least got the words out without a laugh interrupting, though the smirk was downright wicked.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 11:07 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito took another bite of his rice while Jack guzzled through his water. At least his movements seemed to have picked up speed again. He didn't seem quite as sluggish as he had a moment ago. The lighter making an appearance was typical enough that the artist seemed to relax slightly. He still couldn't understand why he was so preoccupied with the fact that Jack had seemed a little off. He didn't know enough about the other male to pinpoint exacts, was he just tired or something else? It seemed to early for sleeping.
Finishing off his rice, the blue haired artist took a drink from his cup, briefly wondering if they served any tea at this particular school as his other hand pushed the tray back enough to give him some space on the table. The clicking having become an almost soothing noise, he listened partially to it while setting his drink down and to the side.
He should have known something was coming based off the sudden grin on his room mate's face as he rocked the chair back onto two legs. The comment got a sarcastically blank look in return.
"Yes, apparently I just can't control myself."He drawled in a tone that perfectly matched his expression. Although the thought of anyone else touching him still set his teeth on edge. Well at least that proved he hadn't caught anything or was suffering from a mental lapse. He'd have to remember to break the arm of the next person that tried it, just to make sure it wasn't contagious or something and he'd actually WANT people around him here soon. Jack seemed to be fine, he was willing to overlook his presence near him for some reason, but not anyone else. One person was enough for him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 11:30 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack grinned, absurdly pleased to hear the familiar sarcasm and the flat retort. After all, Kaito had first caught his attention with exactly that kind of thing, taking Jack’s taunts and turning them back on him. He liked the sharp tongue (on more than one level now) and knowing he’d been able to get past the untouchable attitude. Because bantering like this wasn’t the same as putting distance between them, not the same as actually fighting. It was play. It was, he decided, a two person game. He hadn’t tried many of those, preferring to have himself as the single player and the rest of the world as the gameboard, but the novelty of it was rather delicious.
Of course now that it was back to the game, Jack couldn’t let himself lose. A competitive spark danced through his eyes as he let his legs relax, the chair slamming back onto all four feet. He propped his chin up on his elbow again, though this time not because he was tired but because it gave him an excuse to lean forward, to angle his body towards Kaito’s. After all, the best defense was a good offense, right?
“Did you want me to help you with your control?” he purred, voice low. “See how far it can be pushed before it breaks and you turn that pretty color again? For practice?” He wasn’t touching Kaito, not yet. Just testing the playing field with a few suggestive words. But he did make sure he was just far enough forward to invade the boy’s personal space, crossing that threshold where most people are suddenly unable to ignore the presence of another person, even if they weren’t directly in front of them as Jack was in front of Kaito. Just far enough away that his roommate would have to lean back slightly to keep their faces from being uncomfortably close. Or lean forward of his own volition to erase the space completely.
It really shouldn’t have been so fun, but it was. Jack was privately startled to realize at how his own body was reacting to teasing. He was trying to mess with Kaito’s hormones, not his own. But he kept it off his face, only using a hint of the desire to darken his expression subtly. See? He could occasionally put his brain to use.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 11:53 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito silently reprimanded himself for the flush of pleasure he felt when Jack grinned at him like that. Remembering that his room mate had called it a game earlier. He watched the emotion fill those unique amethyst orbs as the chair settled loudly back into normal position as the red-head leaned forward towards him. Stopping just inside of what was normal personal space for a person, given the artists was much wider it was a clear invasion of his boundaries.
The artists muscles tensed, reading to pull him back out of the invasion out of habit. Until his brain stilled the movement. It was a game, and Kaito didn't like to loose anymore than his roommate. The slate blue orbs darkened in response to the challenge as he held his place while Jack purred at him in a voice that set his nerve-endings on fire. It was not a familiar reaction. An almost urge to touch someone else of his own volition, lean that extra step forward. A conflict of habit and desire.
"Aren't you just sweet, so willing to help me...practice."He drawled his tone holding the faintest hint of a suggestion although it was mostly as emotionless as ever. Other than his eyes and the fact he seemed perfectly relaxed at the short distance between them, there was no difference in how he normally behaved. And then he leaned forward to shorten the distance to a few inches, his head tilting and settling his cheek against his closed hand as the elbow was propped against the table for support.
"Do you want to break me, Jack?"He asked in guileless voice, a perfect innocence. There had been the lightest touch of a caress to the way he said his name. Unlike his room mate, Kaito had spent years playing very dangerous games with very dangerous people and could act quite well. He'd subtly shifted even his posture to a sort of sweet innocence with a touch of quiet question. Usually the only thing that gave him away was that nothing touched his slate blue orbs. For the moment, however, there was something suspiciously close to amusement lurking in their depths.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 12:26 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack’s smirk began to turn triumphant when he felt his roommate begin to pull back. It was about what he had expected and he would have counted it as a victory. To his surprise, the distance between them didn’t increase. He watched Kaito and it was like seeing a duelist suddenly ready their weapon. For a moment Jack had the odd impulse to salute, but he ignored it, watching carefully. He couldn’t have looked away if the building had caught fire around them. Doubtless one or two people at least were already staring at them, but he didn’t bother to check.
His eyes grew faintly wider, a small touch of surprise at the soft words that touched his ears, a pleasurable sense of shock radiating down his spine with the pause and suggestive lilt on the last word. Frankly, he hadn’t known Kaito could do that. Until that moment the idea of Kaito being purposely seductive felt laughable, but if that wasn’t what he was aiming for now, he was still managing to hit it dead on. They were so close now and Jack’s eyes traced the pale face in front of him, curving down to the lips slowly and then back up to the expression as a whole.
And it occurred to him that if Kaito managed to get him to break control and start the kiss, he would have lost the match. He was still for a moment, barely breathing as he heard that question coming from that too-innocent façade. But Kaito couldn’t hide those storm colored eyes. Jack absolutely wanted-
He moved, almost a blur of motion. He was on the edge of his chair, the distance between them lost. One hand rested lightly on Kaito’s hip, balancing Jack as he leaned forward. His cheek was all by pressed against his roommates, close enough that he could feel the soft blue hair touching his cheek. Jack’s lips were not directly beside Kaito’s ear, in the perfect position to whisper secrets or lies or, worst of all, truths. “Yes,” he breathed, “but not more than I want to see you surrender.”
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 12:46 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito knew he'd made the right move when the smirk of victory on Jack's face melted away to a look of surprise. He figured it was only fair given the amount of times the red-head had pushed him into a very similar reaction today. He watched the impact his wording had on the male and his own eyes lite up with a sense of satisfaction.
Amethyst eyes trailed down his face, taking in his expression in a manner that actually had him reacting despite himself. Again Jack seemed able to drag the oddest feelings to the surface as that one look had his lips suddenly feeling dry and a little breathless. Still he was counting it as his point. He'd gotten him to react, he'd not back down at the challenge and that was enough for the blue haired artist. If only Jack hadn't pulled out the one thing Kaito DIDN'T have a defense against.
While he could pull off the expressions and toy with people just fine, he couldn't play the game once it became physical. He had no experience with it at that level. So when Jack was suddenly moving and closing the distance between them his innocent expression vanished under one of shock. A hand on his hip effectively trapping him in position as his roommate crowded him into the seat. One long line of heat along his frame with the soft breath against his ear that shattered whatever sense of victory he might have been feeling.
He couldn't breath, let alone come up with an answer to the breathed statement into the shell of his ear. Unable to even stop the full body shiver that chased its way down his spine. Eye's wide and a little shell shocked at the statement and the position. He wasn't even aware that the hand that had automatically come up in a defensive reaction was now closed in the material of Jack's shirt. His brain having hit a mental point and provided a picture that all but shattered whatever control he might have had up until then.
He couldn't even care that a few people were watching them with interest, although without knowing either of their reputations it wasn't quite as dramatic of a scene as it should have been. Kaito himself couldn't have cared less if his father was there at that point. He was just thankful for the fact his voice wasn't working so he couldn't utter the one word that had risen in his brain.
'please'
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 1:08 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
From his position, Jack couldn’t see Kaito’s face, but it was impossible not to feel him. He could feel the heat, feel the tension in the other’s movements, feel the surprise. He didn’t try to brush away or at all move the hand that was suddenly there holding onto his shirt as though Kaito could decide whether to push him away or pull him closer. He was still like that for a moment, not sure what he was waiting for. Maybe he just wanted to stay like that for a minute because it was so hard to be that close to the boy, especially when his defenses were down.
His head fell forward a little, red hair brushing against the exposed skin around Kaito’s neck. He hand on the slender waste tightened just a little, adding pressure as Jack used Kaito as a support in the sudden return of the exhaustion their play had momentarily banished. Jack thought he could have fallen asleep just like that if he let himself.
Instead, he pulled back and away from the other young man’s ear. When he had pulled far enough away that they were again facing each other, he leaned in and brushed his lips across Kaito’s. The kiss was very, very gentle. Hardly there. Jack wondered if he was trying to apologize. For threatening to break him? For still fully intending to? Ugh too much thinking. He banished thinking for a moment and let himself just feel.
Then he sat back in his own seat, body reclined and one arm draped over the back of the chair. The lighter flicked in his hand, joined shortly by a new cigarette held lightly between two fingers on the opposite hand. “Come find me when you’re finished eating, okay?” He pushed himself to his feet and his eyes found the side exit he’d used for a smoke break before.
Once outside, he slid his back down the wall, knees pulled up to his chest. Jack fully intended to light up and practice blow smoke rings until Kaito showed up, but instead he simply… fell asleep, body surrendering. His head was tilted back, angled to point at the sky uselessly since the violet eyes were lightly shut, breathing low and steady.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 1:27 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Another shiver slipped past his control when after a moment of stillness Jack's head dipped forward slightly so his breath brushed across his neck. Kaito jerked slightly, reacting instantly to that brush as he had earlier. His breath slipping free on a short gasp before holding once more.
He wasn't sure why the position was effecting him as much as it was but he was reacting fully. Slate blue eyes closed, trying to calm himself or maybe to just absorb the moment. He wasn't sure which. His brain wasn't even slightly functioning. All he could do was feel, every sensation heightened as the red-head pulled back from him pulling his eyes open to a half-hidden position.
Once more Jack leaned in and stole a kiss, not knowing that this one was what broke a chain in the artist. It was...sweet. Gentle in a way that was unlike anything Kaito had ever been treated to. The earlier kisses he could understand on some level, there had been desire and a taking. Control over something. And while they had defiantly teased a reaction from him and in a way done more. This one alone was felt all the way to a soul he hadn't thought existed.
He blinked slowly when it ended and Jack sat back with a cigarette and a command to come find him when he was done. Kaito barely heard him. Let alone saw some of the speculative looks now going around the room. Instead he slowly lifted a hand and touched his lips with a sort of dazed expression.
He was likely only sitting that way for a moment before his brain finally decided to return from whatever vacation spot it had taken up residence in and he realized he was being watched from all over the room. Instantly his eyes went cold and empty, his posture a subtle warning as he lifted his fork and took another bite of the few bits of vegetable on the plate. while he'd outwardly shut down his mind was trying to categorize what was happening in his life and failing miserably.
In the end he found himself putting away both their trays and walking out the same door Jack had gone through earlier. He hated some part of himself that didn't just go back to his room and relax as he normally would have done. And yet he couldn't stop from coming to a stop near where the red-head was relaxing. Or, he decided tipping his head slightly, sleeping actually.
"Idiot."He announced in a monotone, although he could have been talking about either of them as he found himself sitting on the ground beside him anyway, one leg stretched out in front of him and an arm looped around the bent other one. Head rested back against the wall he also closed his eyes, but unlike his roommate he didn't fall asleep. Instead, he did what was normal for him-minus the red-head-and let his mind wander while his body remained relaxed but watchful.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 1:48 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack’s body tilted and slid along the wall until his head was resting on Kaito’s shoulder. His breathing never changed, continuing at that slow steady rate that said he was, at least for the most part, still asleep. Which was probably the only reason he let himself cuddle against the shoulder, turning his face towards it until his lips were just nearly against Kaito’s neck. It was warm and comfortable and it smelled nice and he did not want to wake up.
For its part, his body had relaxed all the lines of tension it usually held, even unconsciously. Jack carried himself like he knew where he was going at all times, even when he was wandering, and that took a certain posture. Not the best posture, but you had to hold yourself upright, keep your shoulders back and your chin up, making each movement project confidence and a ******** attitude. But now, he just looked limp.
The lines on his face were softer as well, relaxed away from the smirk or the grin or the glower, a blank slate ready to shape itself to his slightest emotion on a dime. He was told he looked younger when he was sleeping, which pissed him off, though there wasn’t much he could do about it. People didn’t often see him sleeping anyway. It wasn’t safe to expose yourself like that, to be so vulnerable. Jack would never have let himself fall asleep if he’d had more than a few hours of sleep in the past few days. As it was, he hadn’t had a choice in the matter.
So with his mind taking an unexpected vacation, he practically cuddled against Kaito, squirming insistently until he was comfortable and then refusing to budge.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 2:05 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Slate blue orbs snapped open at the sound of cloth against concrete. Turning his head slightly Kaito caught the last second of Jack's shift before there was a sudden weight against his shoulder. Stiffening the instant warmth touched his neck he couldn't stop his eyes from sliding shut on a short breath before he forced them open. Mental note, keep Jack away from his neck.
With their currant positions he could only catch the red-head out of the corner of his eye, even when turning his head. The movement brushing his cheek against the soft red strands. For a moment he held still, just watching as if making sure he was actually asleep before Kaito relaxed once more. The tension draining from his muscles as he tipped his head slightly.
Jack looked different asleep. Younger and softer, he didn't look ready to take on the world in the slightest second. A protective urge swelled in the artists chest and he sighed before letting his head settle on the top of the red strands. He really was hopeless. Had his father ever felt this way towards his mother? He didn't trust love, it never went anywhere in his world, and to be honest he didn't think that was what he felt. He just wasn't sure how to classify the sensations Jack brought out in him.
A faint hint of a smile touched his lips, the only lightening on an otherwise empty expression, as Jack squirmed and moved around until he apparently found a comfortable position. The fact that it was tightly curled up against the artists frame didn't seem to bother him.
"I'm loosing my mind."He said softly, reaching a hand up to brush his fingertips in a featherlight caress against the others cheek before letting his hand fall into his lap and his head thunk against the wall in an almost punishing force. Slate blue orbs closing once more. He really was going to let the red-head sleep against him, because he honestly couldn't push him away. Lost his mind indeed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 2:34 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack began to stir some time later and he had to let out a low groan as his cramped body protested the movement. The redhead drew in a hiss of breath at the annoyance, shaking his head to clear it. What the hell? He was distinctly uncomfortable but damned if it didn’t smell nice. He inhaled deeply and the drawn breath turned into a yawn halfway through. Dusk colored eyes blinked sleepily and the first thing he saw was dark blue. It took him a confused couple of moments to work out that the blue was a curtain of hair he’d managed to more or less burry his face against.
Almost as surprising as the position he found himself in was the fact that Kaito wasn’t trying to shove him off or scoot away. Just a foot or so of distance and gravity would have done its work, letting Jack’s skull thump against the sidewalk. Instead Kaito was… well not holding him, but at least tolerating Jack’s slumped form lying against him. No wonder it smelled good.
It felt to Jack as though it had only been a few minutes since he’d fallen asleep, but a glance around said a sizable chunk of time had passed. The shadows were longer and the air was beginning to cool as it lost the sun behind the trees and buildings on the horizon. This made him even more reluctant to leave the small heater he was leaning against, but his body threw Jack a few well placed insults in the form of pain for stiff muscles and missing circulation.
He sat up and looked at Kaito, forgetting to hide the surprise. That couldn’t have been comfortable, to remain still for so long. And with someone actually putting a lot of their weight on him, Kaito was probably going to find out that his limbs were asleep, if he didn’t know already.
The lighter still held very loosely in one hand disappeared into his pocket and he tucked the unused cigarette behind one ear. Then he pushed off the ground and stood, turning to put a hand back out to Kaito. “Can you walk?” he asked quietly, voice still thick with sleep, red hair messily tousled.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 6:42 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world It was hard to tell exactly how much time had passed, with the only judge the dipping of the sun that sent the backs of his eyelids into brilliant crimson as it struck them. Kaito had spent the entire time finishing up his plans for Senator Hormel and narrowing his list down to five potential sponsors, as well as coming to terms with some of his feelings. Or more accurately after a long agonizing time of arguing pointlessly with himself over them he'd decided to simply let it happen and try not to question to much. He'd figure it out in time. Although as such he wondered how much of himself would be compromised in such a situation.
As soon as the red-head curled against him had begun to stir the slate blue orbs opened. He'd sensed when several people had walked by but had paid no attention to them as they'd kept a safe enough distance from him. Given Kaito's feelings on personal boundaries that had been several feet away. But until that point he hadn't looked anything more than asleep the same as his room mate despite the fact he had instead been simply thinking.
A faint wince passed his otherwise expressionless features as Jack shook his head slightly and caused a ripple of tingles to pass down the arm that had long ago fallen asleep. He had never realized just how much of the human body could go numb after a while. It hadn't happened previously when he was alone because he arranged himself to avoid it. Jack's wiggling had resulted in him having to arrange around the red-head and the result was not pretty.
Still he let the other male come aware on his own. Subtly charmed by the shifting and yawning. Jack it seemed was a slow waker when he slept that deeply. Even though each shift against his arm came with a flare of pain he held still and waited. He almost seemed to nuzzle into him which Kaito would have appreciated more had it not included more pins and needles along that side of his body. Although he had to admit a certain amount of relief when Jack finally sat up and he could clench his fingers on his hand. The burn of an asleep limb coming to life started to tingle downwards from his shoulder.
Still when amethyst eyes turned towards him in surprise he kept his expression neutral and simply meet the stare with his own empty slate blue orbs. The stare was broken a second later as his room mate put away his lighter and stuffed the unused cigarette behind his ear in a practiced movee as he stood and offered a hand. Honestly, he didn't want to trust his left leg, but he didn't have much of an option.
"And here I thought that was the question reserved for after the fifth date."He drawled, his tone as dry as his expression as he set a hand in the offered one because he would need help up and used it as a lever to pull himself upright without putting much pressure on his left side. Once standing he kept his numb leg bent to keep his weight off it as the same burn going down his shoulder spread to that leg as well. His hip seemed to be putting in its two cents worth while it was at it. Yet he made sure nothing touched his expression.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 4:15 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack grinned and couldn’t help a laugh. Things like that were funnier coming from someone like Kaito. It just didn’t match. And he doubted Kaito would have said such a thing, or maybe anything, if another person had been there. It was just… maybe not flattering. But close. He liked being an exception in Kaito’s mind. The boy seemed to have so many unwritten rules about social interaction, most of which involved the term ‘don’t’. Don’t show surprise, don’t show happiness beyond condescending amusement, don’t engage in conversation, don’t draw undue attention…
Jack had never had much regard for his own rules, let alone someone else’s. Especially not when simple skin contact brought to mind the way his roommate reacted or felt when they were more than socially close. Kaito might still have that ‘game’ quality that sucked Jack in like a magnet, but the conditions of victory had changed. He didn’t just want to learn enough about Kaito to know how to make the boy react the way he wanted or be able to easily manipulate him, though those things would definitely help. He wanted Kaito to want to be with him. Needed to figure out a way to capture the blue haired boy. Or maybe just make him acknowledge that he was already caught.
“What number date does this count as then?” he asked with a smirk. “Should I begin the count down?” Jack tried to picture the two of them on a typical ‘date’. Dinner and a movie? If they didn’t kill each other trying to agree on something to watch, it might be kind of fun. Jack liked to sit at the back and throw popcorn at people during any part of the show that was remotely boring. He wondered if he could persuade Kaito to help. Probably, if he made it into a competition. Even if his roommate’s competitive streak was more subtle, it was definitely there. But still, a date. Would Kaito even want one?
He expected some kind of reaction to using nerves that had undoubtedly been pinched in place for a while. When Kaito remained as unruffled as ever, Jack frowned and turned to look at him, keeping a grip on the hand. “You’re doing that thing,” he said, exasperation and amusement taking their turn in his expression. “That thing where you block everything off. And since I know at least one leg is probably asleep, it means you feel bad enough that you have to do the completely blank s**t in case you slip and make a face, am I right?” Jack didn’t really wait for an answer. He didn’t expect Kaito would admit a damn thing.
He slipped an arm around the other boy’s waist, pulling Kaito’s arm around his neck. It was an exact reverse of the position they’d been in when Jack had leaned on Kaito coming out of the nurse’s station. This time, Jack was the crutch. “Don’t b***h about it,” he said cheerfully. “You might accidentally make an expression if you get mad.” He started off towards the dorms.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 11:48 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Only the faint touch of amusement at the back of his slate eyes showed that Kaito was glad to have pulled the laugh from his room mate. The smirked comment managed to pull a little more out as a corner of his lip lifted to match the red-heads.
"This doesn't even come close to a date, you'll have to try harder than that."He drawled in return. Although the faint hint along his cheeks might have been a blush, but there wasn't enough to be sure. Like Jack he suddenly was imagining them going on a 'date', given he really only had television to go off of for those sorts of things his imagination wasn't too far off the red-heads. What sort of movies did he even like? Kaito's ran more towards mafia and adventure movies, no surprise there, but what would Jack watch? He imagined something with guns and fighting.
He didn't pull against the hand still holding his, mostly because he was using it to maintain his balance with his leg still cocked slightly. The tingles having gotten stronger in the few minutes he'd been standing up. It was getting downright uncomfortable at that point, but he continued to keep it from being obvious. He arched one eyebrow as Jack started accusing him of doing 'that thing' again, but before he could ask what he was talking about he explained further.
"I have no id-what are you doing?"his drawled response to the accusation was shifted into an almost startled sounding demand as his arm was pulled up over Jack's neck and he was once more tightly pulled against the male's warmth. A bright flush spread across his features as he struggled to keep his expression flat.
"Heaven forbid."he sarcastically mono-toned, finding that he couldn't really object given their close proximity once more. However, he hated appearing weak in any way, and wasn't used to people helping him with anything. As such he was a bit confused as to how to react so he kept himself stiff as he forced his weight onto his foot to get it to respond faster. Despite the fact that this set off the pain even worse. It would be over soon enough, he just had to force it to be faster.
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