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 Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 3:35 pm
The locker-room smelled. It always did. Sweat and gas and other bodily odors polluted the air before and after class, as large groups of students congregated inside to change into and out of clothes that probably hadn’t received a good washing in at least a week. It was revolting, and would have been unbearable if Paris hadn’t grown used to it. He stayed close to his own locker, where he kept a bottle of amber scented body spray with which to refresh himself as well as the air around him.
Changing after gym class was the perfect opportunity to check out and hit on his classmates, but Paris had learned to be a little more subtle with his observations in situations like this. It wouldn’t do to be noticed by those who might not appreciate the staring. He’d rather not have to deal with some brutish oaf who’d taken offense to his preferences. And so he glanced around covertly, waiting for a signal, a vibe, before approaching one of the other boys.
The locker-room emptied slowly. Few of the boys seemed intent on rushing off to their next classes, and would probably straggle in a few minutes after the bell rang. Paris had no intention of joining them, and waited for the opportunity to slip out and slip off to partake in more amusing activities elsewhere. His next class was a bore anyway.
He propped his foot up onto a nearby bench to fasten the buckle of his Mary Janes as the locker-room door continuously opened and closed, heralding the departure of the other boys. He received a mixture of looks from those who passed him – confusion, amusement, antipathy – but he ignored them and let them go by without so much as a comment or a glance. None of them where interested in the way he wanted them to be interested, and so they weren’t worth his time.
Finally, he was alone in the locker-room, or would have been if it weren’t for the presence of another boy. Paris set his foot back onto the ground and carefully watched him. He considered leaving anyway; so long as the halls had cleared he should be able to skip without being noticed. He paused before he could make his way to the door, however, sensing something in the other boy. Casually, Paris leaned back against the locker behind him and observed the boy a bit more closely.
“You don’t seem to be in much of a hurry to get to class,” he said.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 4:00 pm
Indeed, Billy was in no hurry. In fact, he wasn't planning on going anywhere. There was no gym class after this one, and quite frankly he didn't feel like going to his next class. Simple as that. So there he sat on the long wooden bench, back against the wall, one foot propped up on the bench, and the other resting on the floor. Sockless. Shoeless. Shirtless. Sadly for Paris, he was not pantless, but enough of the thin, lithe boy could be seen. His warm mocha skin was unmarked, and his shaggy silver hair was damp from his quick after-class shower.
Billy's eyes were closed and his head leaned back - he'd been listening to the sounds of the locker room. Waiting till all was quiet before opening his rosey eyes. Well, he wasn't alone, but he wasn't in the worst of company, either. Paris was not someone he expected to run and tattle on him. Not that Billy really knew the blond, aside from gym class.
"I speak well enough, so I see no reason to waste my time in English class, " He sat up, and both feet hit the floor. "Not today." There was something unintentionally sharp about that voice that rolled like a back-of-the-throat purr, and something weary yet arrogant in the way that he sat there. As if he was the best thing in that school and had a giant chip on his shoulder. It was a mix that was completely and fiercely - Billy.
Rose-colored eyes appeared to appraise Paris boredly, however anyone that knew Billy simply knew that was how he looked at everyone. Paris was, Billy thought, something lovely. Unique. Aesthetically appealing to the artist's eye. Billy didn't take the thought sexually, but rather attributed it to his artist mind. Hm. Whatever helped him to sleep at night.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 8:16 pm
Paris snorted at the response he received, slightly amused by the tone of voice that was used. Some people probably didn't respond well to the sharp quality the other boy had in his speech, but it hardly phased Paris. Nonchalantly, he pushed himself off of the locker, taking a step or two closer as he smiled.
"But they teach us about reading more than they teach us about speaking," he replied, though he had to agree that English was a waste of time. What good was Earnest Hemingway going to do for him in the real world? "Don't you just love learning about old, dead guys and the dreadfully boring things they wrote?" he asked, more sarcastic than anything. "And then writing papers on it. It's so tedious. Not that I bother. I have other people write my papers for me, of course."
He fished through his school bag, mostly empty since he didn't normally bring any books to class with him (what was the point if he wasn't even going to pay attention?), and dug through it until he found a tube of lip-gloss -- pink today. He stepped up to a mirror in order to apply it, continuing to watch the other boy through the glass.
"It's Billy, right?" he asked, sliding the application brush over his bottom lip. He often had a hard time keeping track of names; he knew so many people, it was difficult to remember them all. But 'Billy' was generic enough. Easy. Simple. "What do you plan on doing if you're not going to go to class? Hot date?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:10 pm
Indeed - generic. His parents hadn't exactly given much though to his name.
Billy knew the sarcasm of Paris' earlier comments regarding English for what it was, and thus commented no further on it. At least they were in agreement of its uselessness. Billy hated to admit that he had to write his own papers. For all the airs of aristocracy the tried desperately to possess, the grim reality of his true station in life remained. And it made him bitter.
"Yes. My name is Billy, and no." Billy shook his head before a smirk, small though it was caught on his face, and he glanced over at Paris, "I was planning on catching up on my beauty sleep." There was...some degree of sarcasm in the statement. Billy had been planing on eventually meandering to his room for a nap, but plans change, and Billy was not so much antisocial as he was simply avoided. Disliked. They knew they were far inferior. A superiority complex did wonders for one's social life.
Now, that was definitely sarcasm.
"What about you?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 10:47 am
Paris finished applying his lip-gloss and then turned back around, meeting Billy with a smirk of his own. "Trust me, you don't need any more beauty sleep," he said. He took a few steps toward the other boy and bent down so that they were face-to-face while Billy sat and he stood barely a foot in front of him. Invading someone's personal space, especially someone so good looking, was a typical game of his.
"As for me, I don't have any plans. Not yet, at least. I just don't want to go to biology. It's a bit of a hassle having to sit through a lecture on reproduction when I could probably teach the damned class. Learning how to make babies isn't all that useful to me, all things considered."
Besides, they only covered the material in scientific terms, as if handling it in anything more or less than a clinical fashion would turn the class into a bunch of sex-crazed animals, like a majority of them weren't having sex already. Hell, they weren't fooling anyone. This was Hillworth. Paris was sure there were a few underaged fathers wandering around somewhere.
"Maybe we could go find something to do together," he suggested, straightening up and taking a step back to lean against one of the lockers again, putting on his most inviting smile.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 1:12 pm
"I thank you for noticing."
Billy didn't flinch at the invasion of personal space. That would be something akin to showing weakness, or something like that. The invasion really didn't bother him all that much, anyway. If it had been some smelly, sleazeball getting in his space, it would have been another matter. At least Paris seemed to have some sense of hygiene.
Biology. Billy had already gotten through that. Not as well as he would have liked - he'd gotten a B - but at least it was behind him. Chimestry, though, made him wish he was in Biology again. Too much damn....team work. Billy didn't work well with others. Especially not his low class peers. They didn't deserve a lab partner like him.
"No, I don't suppose that knowledge would prove of any use to you." What kind of comment was that? Well, precisely the kind of comment Billy wasn't afraid to make - true and vaguely offensive.
Billy reached down and put on a clean pair of socks and his shoes, and ran a hand through his hair as he rose and walked to his locker, finishing getting dressed.
"Just what would you suggest you and I find to do?" Billy didn't normally cause trouble, although he was a defiant little s**t. In fact, he rarely did much at all that wasn't either a natural living function, or pertained to his art or money.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 2:56 pm
Luckily -- or unluckily, as the case may be -- Paris wasn't offended. If anything, he found Billy's attitude to be quite amusing. It was good to know there were other people out there who had such high opinions of themselves. Billy's delivery was simply more abrupt and less coquettish than Paris's. It was entertaining, if nothing else.
His smile grew at Billy's question, and he waited for him to come to a stop in front of his locker before approaching him again, standing rather close to his side. "Oh, you know, a little bit of this, a little bit of that," he replied, purposefully evasive. He wasn't being quite so obvious as usual, but if Billy knew so much as a shred of information about him he should be able to figure out what he was implying.
"We could go back to my room, or yours," he said, lowering his voice a bit now that they were in close proximity to one another, though it really wasn't necessary considering the room was empty but for them. "It should be quiet with everyone in class, although I'm sure we could find some way to make some noise. You know... have a little fun..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 3:32 pm
On the outside, Billy was entirely calm, however he could feel his blood run warm, able to catch what Paris was implying before the 'noise' line. Billy wasn't sure why. He'd dated a girl or two in his time, had suggestive words fall upon his ears, but never truly had any...reaction. Not that wasn't calculated words played merely in the name of the dating game. Billy rationalized that he was simply deprived, or hormones were finally kicking in. Something like that.
Stage One; denial.
Billy though....felt like playing along. Playing a little game. Billy turned to face Paris, and leaned casually against his locker, tossed the hair out of his face, and let his eyes fall half-lidded. "Hm, I don't know. I'm not a very fun guy. I'm not usually one to make a lot of noise, either." The air generator for his airbrushing didn't count.... "You think your company capable of changing that?" Billy let a wry grin find its way to his face as pale bangs fell back into his face, "a little fun, a little noise..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 7:07 pm
Paris did his best to withhold his excitement. He'd picked up the vibes, but one could never be too sure; he was as capable of making mistakes in judgment as the next person. Billy could just be playing with him. Paris honestly wouldn't be surprised if he was. It had happened before, and he was guilty of playing with people himself. But Paris also wasn't one to let an opportunity pass him by. If Billy was bluffing, he'd simply have to call him on it.
"I'm enough fun for the both of us," he said, brushing his bangs out of his face so that he could look at the other boy with both of his turquoise eyes visible. He knew he was attractive. He knew he was an endless source of confusion for the already sexually confused male. He had a pretty face -- prettier than most, he wasn't ashamed to say -- and he wasn't against using it to his advantage. He'd been doing it for years. Billy was just another comely pawn in Paris's quest for pleasure and gratification.
"I've never had anyone complain I make for a bad time, so I'm sure we'll be able to find something we can both enjoy. We can get creative if we have to."
Paris stared at him a little longer -- seductive, inviting -- before grabbing his near-empty school bag and back-stepping toward the locker-room door. "Well? Your room or mine?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 7:50 pm
Billy was...curious.
His previous dates had tried seducing him before. He had fun working them up into a frenzy. It was a wonderful mind game, and he liked the feeling of control. It had nothing to do with blood or hormones, but pride. If there was one thing holding him back though, it was that he - loath as he was to admit it - was not sure he could play Paris. And Billy hated to lose a game.
Billy had actually been attracted by the boy's attention. And despite Paris' looks, it was still firm in Billy's mind that Paris was a guy. Billy was not.... No. Pride wouldn't let him be. But he was tempted, and Billy couldn't deny that when Paris had insinuated, he actually had been interested. So... Hm. He wasn't sure if he was... And that is just what he concluded. Billy wasn't sure if he was gay or not. All pride set aside. He wasn't sure.
"You know..." Billy began to roll his sleeves up like he usually wore them, "I've never been in this situation before. I honestly have to admit, I'm not sure I swing that way." Billy tried to play off his admission as casually as if he were discussing the weather. With the second sleeve rolled up, Billy began a slow saunter over to Paris, eyes locked with that seductive stare.
"You're confident, though. I like that. You say you're no disappointment. Are you sure that is true? If you're anything like me, your ego would not allow for you to admit otherwise. If I was to use you - to test myself with you - what would you have to say to that?"
The decision had been a sudden one, but Billy hated to think that he didn't know something about himself. What better way to figure it out than when you have someone there and willing? A pretty face, too.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 3:44 pm
Paris sensed the curiosity, and it excited him.
"You're saying you've never been hit on by a guy before?" he asked, pausing by the closed door. "I find that hard to believe when you're so good looking," he said. That, at least, was the truth, though he said it as he would have any other flattering statement -- playfully, as if he were only trying to charm him, stroke the ego Billy freely admitted to owning. Paris let his eyes sweep over him as Billy walked toward him, from his silver hair, to his eyes, then down the length of his body, making sure Billy knew that while this might be little more than a game, a way to pass the time, there was still a very real attraction -- physical, of course; he would be lying if he claimed anything else.
"If you're not sure, I don't mind helping you figure it out," Paris confessed. "I've done it before. Helped people, I mean. Apparently having a pretty face is encouraging. It makes it easy to pretend if they need to." And it wasn't like he cared so long as he got something out of it. "If you don't believe me, you're more than welcome to ask around. Otherwise, you'll just have to trust me. Of course, if I'm like you, as you say, and I have an ego, not only would it not allow me to admit that I'm anything but fantastic, but it won't allow me to fail. So I'm prepared to do what I have to."
Perhaps he wasn't giving the boy enough credit, but Paris didn't think it would take much to satisfy Billy. Naturally there would be similarities to whatever Billy had done before, but it would retain its differences, and the newness of it would be experience enough for him. This time...
"Use me if you want. I don't care. Honestly, I'll be using you, too. And I'll do anything you want, and that's good for you, isn't it?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:03 pm
Billy wasn't about to go asking around - those people didn't need to know any of his business, nor did he want too many rumors going around.
"Well then," Billy began, stepping closer to Paris until they practically touched. Despite Billy's admission that he was not sure of his own sexuality, and consequentially an allusion to his lack of sexual experience, that did not stop Billy from trying to appear the aggressor. "I want you...to show me your best. Because of that, let's see you in your element - your room. Lead the way~"
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 5:56 pm
Paris didn't mind if Billy wanted to play the aggressor. He didn't mind at all. It was appealing, thrilling. It was hot.
"You're awfully confident for someone who's never done this before," he commented, lingering close to Billy for a moment or two longer before finally opening the door to begin leading him out. "Most guys who don't have a clue what they like or what they want end up fumbling and getting nervous or embarrassed. But I suppose I'd be insulting you if I were to insinuate that you were like most guys," he said, smirking as he tossed his hair out of his face.
He took Billy through the halls, which were empty and quiet, choosing the shorter route to his dorm-room. He unlocked the door and pushed it open without much ado, crossing in to throw his school bag onto his desk chair. The desk itself was littered with scraps of crumpled paper and stacks of books he rarely used, plus a bright pink lamp he'd forgotten to turn off that morning and a water-filled glass bowl containing his brilliantly blue scaled Betta fish. It would continue to stay there until he was yelled at and told he wasn't allowed to have it. Then he'd hide it and keep it around anyway.
Paris stopped in the middle of the room to bend over and unbuckle his shoes, awarding Billy a fabulous view of his backside. It was a shame he still had his pants on. Of course, if things went according to plan, that would soon change. "Make yourself at home," he said as he tossed his shoes aside, not yet bothering to put them away. "My room actually doesn't see much action. I usually end up going somewhere else."
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 6:30 pm
Paris would be right in his assumption - Billy would not have been pleased to be compared to most people. Billy was better than them. Always was. Always would be. He followed Paris to the younger boy's room. He took in the sights of that room. Mm. It'd do. He wasn't here to see those sights anyway.
Yes, he checked out that plaid-covered a**. He even walked over and copped himself a feel as he walked around to stand before the blond.
"That's a shame. Without a room mate you could probably turn this place in to quite the little shop. Though I suppose a change of venue occasionally can be...stimulating." Speaking of stimulating...
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:25 pm
Paris might have been a little surprised by the groping if he weren't hoping for it. Billy's confidence was really something else. It was impressive, considering his inexperience. If he hadn't admitted to it before, Paris would have thought Billy to be well used to situations like this. He secretly wondered if Billy had been lying. He wouldn't put it passed him. If he was, it wasn't necessary. Paris was easy. There was no denying that.
When he'd first begun to speak to the other boy, Paris hadn't thought Billy would be easy, too.
His usual playful smile was in place when he straightened up, pondering how far to take this, and if there would come a point when Billy began to experience second thoughts. "A shop? That would suggest I'm making money from this," he said, pulling his already loosened tie over his head and carelessly dropping it to the floor, "and something tells me you're too good for just any old tramp."
His black vest went next, tugged up and over and tossed out of sight. "I have a hard time believing you'd associate yourself with someone like me under normal circumstances," he admitted. "In fact, I think this is the first time you've said so much as a word to me. Why accept my offer then? Surely you could find someone with more class, with less of a reputation. Unless you're in to that sort of thing."
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