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 Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 1:27 am
He held the kiss for what was intended to be only a few moments, to be the tentative softness of an experiment. At least there was no suffering of the experience for inexperience on either part. Colin had kissed someone at some time, Björn thought. That or he was really good at imagining things before he did them. Either way, it was nice. Some reservation turned off, and he fully cupped Colin’s jaw redoubling and not backing until they were both breathless.
But he did back off. There were a lot of things undecided, and even invited to kiss there was a small voice in the back of his minds suggesting that full out making out with one’s roommate at a boys school might not be the brightest of actions. He didn’t know how Colin felt about relationships, about flings, or about how any of that worked with being a sailor sushi.
The room felt an awful lot warmer than it had as he sat back from his haunches, a lot uncertain what to say or do from there. “Well?”
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 2:36 am
Bjorn's lips met his; the bigger boy's mouth was warm and firm, the way men's mouths usually were, but with the softness of youth that would pass in the years to come. After the first tentative moments the kiss changed, the big hand holding him in the place he would have been even without it's gentle but firm hold. Colin wasn't passive either, both hands sliding over those broad shoulders and twining around his neck until they parted.
After, he settled back on his haunches again, cheeks flushed and high with color. "Well." Colin took a moment to run a hand through his hair, giving himself a moment to think. "I think, if you're interested...I'd like to do that again." Maybe not right then...oh, who was he kidding? Right then, ten minutes from then...days from then...it didn't really matter when, so long as he could coax Bjorn into doing it again.
What he really needed to find out was how Bjorn felt about relationships and the like. "What do you think?" Colin's voice was pitched lower than usual, slightly husky and quiet.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 2:52 am
"Jag har ingen aning (*)...." Unsettled, he slipped back to a 'home' language, as he would speaking to family. "Jag gillar det verkligen. Det var kul (**)"
He heaved a long sigh, the air shaky in his chest with some restraint. "Again is nice..."
"What about being roommates? Friends? I don't want to be a weak link for you, either. Or...do you ....want more than this? Just friends? I think it was called friends-with-perks? Boyfriend?"
*( I have no idea.)
** (I really like it. That was nice)
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 3:15 am
Colin assumed that his roommate was speaking in his native tongue, but Swedish or Greek or Ancient Mayan - the language didn't much matter, it was all foreign to him! It was a good thing Bjorn's tone and expression were so open; he was reassured that those words were nothing bad: If he himself were feeling a little unsteady, kind of dazed but wondering where they now stood...then it stood to say that Bjorn was feeling the same.
Since they were going to be talking for a little bit and his legs were already uncomfortable bearing the strain of his position for so long, Colin moved so that he was sitting next to Bjorn, hip to hip, with his head resting slightly against the bigger boy. "I don't see you being a weak link, Bjorn. Some of the creatures woud be subdued or incapacitated by a blow from your hands. Not all, but some."
"We're roommates and friends...and I think I'd like something more with you." He picked up a few long strands of hair from between them, toying with it once more. "I don't do friends-with-benefits, not aagain. If you're interested, I'd rather be officially dating." Done toying with Bjorn's hair, the dancer reached for one of his friend's large hands, tracing invisible shapes across the skin.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 3:37 am
It was a simple question, but one of those heavy ones that had a lot of consequences. It was so dire as their earlier discussion, but the hesitation was still there to just bull through and blurt out an answer. How best to not hurt his friend, but not dismiss it? Well, anything but a ‘yes, of course’ was probably hurtful to most people.
“I am interested, but can a decision on it wait? We should both think about it. Not long, just a day or so.“ He didn’t know who he could ask for advice. Not Talia, he was pretty sure she’d be furious. She’d blushed in her car, and seemed happy about meeting again…the similarity to how Colin was acting was finally dawning. She probably had a crush on him. Johnny? Maybe he would have a fool’s wisdom, but otherwise it seemed like asking his advice would involve a lot of exposition about cartoon or comic book examples of romance and relationships.
He didn’t have too many options. But they shouldn’t rush into it, just because they were stressed and strung out and kissing was a nice relief. “Is that alright?”
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 3:51 am
Colin found that he'd been holding his breath waiting for Bjorn's answer; once he'd heard it, he felt air rushing into his lungs and sighed with relief. It wasn't an outright "no, never again" which was a answer he'd gotten at least once before (though that particular boy was no where near as kindly disposed as the big Swede next to him). If waiting to see how they felt after this night's vulnerability had passed was the main reason to wait, well...Colin wasn't going to argue. It really was a good idea.
With fresh air once more in his lungs, Colin managed a small chuckle before talking, his fingers still tracing idle patterns over the back of his friend's hand. "Agreed. Kissing you is nice, but you're right. It'd be too easy to muck it up."
"Yeah, it's fine. As long as you don't mind me sitting here with you for a little longer." He smiled up at Bjorn, resting against the bigger boy and thinking of nothing in particular.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 11:16 pm
“Oh, no…you are welcome to stay there. “ He gave a tired smile, care wearing at the lower edges of his eyes. It was instinct to want to curl in a corner alone when most animal were wounded. His cousin’s pets that had passed of old age always did so with their nose firmly in a corner and alone. He wasn’t dying, but after all the stress, he understood the desire. But Colin’s weight on the mattress next to him was grounding. It was Colin. The scent of the boy’s body wash, of his shampoo, was near.
The night was still only in its middle-age, leaving plenty time for quiet thought and reflection. They would probably both fall asleep, whether they intended it or not, in a couple hours, in the chill before the breaking grey of dawn. It wasn’t so bad a thought. If he wasn’t flexing, having muscle actually meant being rather cushy. Björn settled into the soft quiet, and looked out at the motionless shadows of the room.
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