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Post by ruggy on Dec 28, 2011 21:11:20 GMT -5
“Shcoose me, suhrry, scoose me.”
For the campus not being that big (as far as college campuses go), Teddy sure was bumping into a lot of people as he rushed back to his dorm, arms overloaded with books and papers. As a person with OCD and anxiety, you would think Teddy was very organized. Well, he was usually. Everything had a place, and if it was moved from that place, Teddy got nervous. He did it with his schoolwork, he did it with his books, and he did it with the people he knew. He had a constant urge to organize things. Categories and color coding was a must, especially with his notes. He didn’t organize other peoples things, though. Teddy kept strictly to his own things, which was why every time someone walked into that dorm room of his, it would be very clear which side was Teddy’s. The side that was spotless.
But right now, Teddy wasn’t organized, and that made him nervous. He had ripped through each one of his textbooks trying to find the paper he had written for his last class, and when he finally found it, he really didn’t have enough time to organize everything back together. So there he was, his sort little legs fumbling quickly over each other as his chin held the pile in his arms from flying all over the place. It didn’t help that his dorm was on the other side of campus, it also didn’t help that no one offered to lend a hand carrying things for him. He would have declined anyways, but it would be nice to know someone cared that he was struggling.
He breathed a sigh of relief as reached his room. Teddy leaned his stack of books on the closed door as he plunged his hand in his pocket looking for his keys, which were hidden carefully under a pack of cigarettes and lint. He expected to open the door to an empty room; his roommate usually had class every time Teddy didn’t. It was a good arrangement. If you got too close to someone you lived with, you started to notice things that made you hate them. Teddy had yet to notice this about the boy he shared the room with, because frankly, he never saw him. Even at night, he and Teddy went to different parties, studied at different places… They were never together. And Teddy, being use to having things to himself as an only child, enjoyed it.
But when Teddy opened the door and plopped his books on the ground, the room wasn’t empty. There was a boy on his roommates bed, asleep. The boy’s long black hair frayed out in different directions, and as he slept he kept his mouth open with the slightest about of drool dripping out the corner of his lips. He twitched every now in then, mumbling incoherent sentences as he dreamed. There was something remarkably tranquil about the black haired boy, and Teddy didn’t want to wake him just yet, no matter how creepy watching this stranger sleep was. The way this new boy slept was cute to Teddy, something about it just made him want to curl up next to him.
Teddy cocked his head to the side in slight confusion. This was not his roommate, nor was it someone he had ever seen before. Sure, drunk or high kids often passed out in random peoples rooms, but Teddy was sure to keep his door lock. He reluctantly cleared his throat in an attempt to wake the boy up, taking a few cautious steps closer. Teddy nudged him on the arm gingerly, “Scoose me? Sleeping beauty? Can I help you?” His lips curled into a smile at the joke he had made, stifling a giggle. He ran his fingers through his hair, rearranging the pieces so that they weren’t falling in front of his face. Something made him want to look good for this boy when he woke up. It was just a first impression thing, though, wasn’t it? Nothing more than wanting to make a good impression, right? But in Teddy’s head the wheels were already turning, spinning romantic crap about love as he continuously nudged the boy’s arm. “… Are you s’posed to be here?”
((notes i'll make this pretty ASAP.))
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Post by elvis joseph hamleton on Dec 29, 2011 3:43:26 GMT -5
being with you girl  is like being low TAG: TEDDY WORDS: 794ONE LAST THING: AND SO IT BEGINS
Elvis had been quite certain that when it came to dorm mates he had been well and hosed with the whole ordeal. He was the kind of guy that really could adapt to living with anyone. He was the friendly sort. Full of smiles and good intentions. He tried his damnedest to be cool to the guy that had somehow become his roommate. But the fact of the matter was that there were a select few people in the world that Elvis could not stand no matter how much he tried to be all kinds of smiles and sweet. Because some people, were just annoying as fuck. Not in the way of being loud, or over the top, or anything like that. No, this person was the worst kind of annoying. The silent kind of annoying. The kind of annoying that left Elvis wanting to avoid going back to his dorm at all costs. It had occurred to him more than once that he should’ve just gotten an apartment instead of living on campus, but hell, the campus life was far too alluring. And if he had been any sort of in need for some sort of humiliation chances were that he would’ve joined a fraternity. He hadn’t though, he lived on campus, in a dorm, with quite possibly the worst person to live with ever.
It had started out simply, with things like Jim putting his name on every damn thing in the mini fridge that was his. Like Elvis was some kind of poor son of a bitch that needed to steal his food. Pfft. The man owned more shoes and scarves and sunglasses than he was sure were sold at most little stands in the mall, and what would he need with some weird looking imported cheese. Nothing, that was what. Then it went onto the scarves, the scarves that he liked to show off because, well, they were fucking awesome. It wasn’t like he had put a whole bunch of holes in the wall to hang up the scarf rack, but the moment that Jim had walked into the room all that he could say was that it was tacky and scarves were meant to stay in the closet. It was a snowball effect from there. Just rolling into a big deadly avalanche that had ended with Jim tearing one of Elvis’ Sex Pistols posters off of the wall while he was in class because the guys in the picture made him feel scared.
That afternoon Elvis had marched his pretty little ass towards the office and he had demanded, with stomps, and balled fists, and a whole bunch of dramatics to have a new roommate. Someone that he didn’t want to kill. That’s, how he landed in his new dorm room. Having yet to meet his roommate but, by the looks of things he would feel much more at home in this place than living with the most annoying person on earth.
Elvis hadn’t wasted any time in getting the place all set up the way that he liked it. With posters on the wall, scarf rack up, and his many sunglasses laid out on top of the dresser. Yes, this was much better, if only because by the looks of the room his roommate was not going to be someone that he wanted to murder. And he could only be all the happier for it. After finishing up decorating his part of the room he went to the closet and changed into a pair of pajama pants and then curled up in his new bed. Which, he would like to have added, was even more comfortable than the one he’d been sleeping in previously. In an odd was, this place felt like home. It was easy enough to fall to sleep once things were well and set within his new abode.
His nap didn’t last until his alarm went off but instead was ended by the feel of someone nudging his arm. He groaned, and tossed onto the other side, then rolled back over peeking one of those hazel eyes at the boy that he could only assume was his roommate. And damn, Elvis could say with all certainty that he was not disappointed with this in the slightest. “Yeah,” he answered in more of a mumble his face still half buried into his pillow and then he rolled more onto his side and stretched, arching his back with the blanket slipping off of his bare torso, before sitting up. “Elvis,” he greeted extending his hand to the other. “I’m your new roommate. Hope you don’t mind.” And boy did he, with a once over of the other, before a playful smile pulled the corners of his lips.
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Post by ruggy on Dec 29, 2011 14:30:56 GMT -5
Teddy had been a little distracted by the strange man in his roommates bed to notice the freshly decorated walls at first. Teddy’s side of the room was pretty typical of a teenage boy. Band posters were hung up messily as the men in them stared evilly down into the room, along side these were a couple of posters of girls lifting their shirts up and giving that look that girls gave when they were feeling frisky. A couple of family pictures hung above Teddy’s headboard, very few of which Teddy was genuinely smiling with. Most of them showed the same uncomfortable poses with his mothers fake plastic smile and his father looking incredibly serious with his left hand on his sons shoulder. None of the more recent ones were happy, but there were a few fuzzy ones of a bubbly baby Teddy being cuddled in his mothers arms, or of him playing with trucks alongside his dad when he was four.
From just the few photographs pinned up there you could analyze Teddy’s whole life story. Hell, from everything on his side of the room put together you could tell what kind of kid he was. Neat, obsessed with punk rock, and bored with his life. The other boys side of the room was… erratic, to say the least. The scarf rack was the first thing that caught his eye. Teddy had no problem with the idea of gay people, hell, man on man was something he attempted and fantasized about a lot. But Teddy felt uncomfortable around overly flamboyant people, mainly because he couldn’t connect with them at all. He wasn’t the type of person who liked listening to show tunes and going to Lady Gaga concerts. For that reason, the scarf rack worried him at first glance, but after taking another look and seeing a few posters of bands that Teddy liked also, he relaxed a bit. Maybe he was just metrosexual… or bi, like Teddy… but with a passion for scarves. He giggled out loud at this thought, covering his mouth shyly.
The boy stirred, sitting up with sleepy expression. Teddy felt a little bad, he knew how amazing those naps between classes could be, and when they were ended prematurely, most people were not in the best of moods. He introduced himself as Elvis, and Teddy giggled again. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that’s a nickname?” He felt his eyes moving from the boys face and onto his body as the blanket slipped off of him, but Teddy quickly refocused himself on the boys face, a tiny bit of pinkness creeping into his cheeks as he did so. Teddy didn’t want him to think he was a pervert, he really wasn’t… Or at least he tried not to be. He shook the boys extended arm gingerly, tattooed fingers clashing with clean ones, “Theodore, most people just call me Teddy, though.” He still had a tendency to introduce himself by his full name; it was something he was taught by his parents, who still called him Theodore despite the fact that he hadn’t gone by that since kindergarten.
“Oh, I didn’t know I was getting a new roommate.” Teddy said, cocking his head to the side. He was slightly offended—not by Elvis, but by the fact that Teddy’s roommate must have not liked him all that much to switch out so easily. Suddenly feeling insecure, he reached a hand up to fix his hair, switching it so the long piece in the middle covered his face a bit, then becoming unhappy with this rearrangement and moving it back to where it was originally. “Er—uh. Nice to meet you.” He said offering up a nervous smile. God, this boy was cute. Those cheekbones… and that body… He shook his head trying to get back into focus on the conversation without being too awkward. He turned around, walking over to his night table where an old fashioned coffee maker rested half full. “You wanna cup of coffee? It’s… Well, It’s cold but...” He shifted uncomfortably, “You know, you gotta get caffeine in you somehow.” Teddy bit his lip, “What grade did you say you were in, again? I’m… a sophomore. But I have a late birthday… so… I’m only just nineteen.” He struggled to keep a conversation going, but the boy being shirtless with that lazy sort of sleepy look he had on was making it incredibly hard for Teddy.
((notes this will be pretty... when i feel less lazy))
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Post by elvis joseph hamleton on Dec 30, 2011 20:20:07 GMT -5
being with you girl is like being low TAG: TEDDY WORDS: 849ONE LAST THING: HELL YEAH
Elvis who was usually a curious little thing, hadn’t done much snooping onto his roommate’s side of the room. Maybe it was simply because he really wanted to get all well and settled before taking that nap. Or maybe it was because he was having a moment of respecting someone else’s space. Then there was always the off chance of that new roommate walking in and it was never a good thing to be walked in on when you were poking through someone else’s shit. He’d gotten a glance, of the posters mostly, and he had a general feel for the guy, but he was in no way sure what to expect when the time came for that roommate to walk through the door. A man who he didn’t even know the name of, but hell, it was college, and college was about meeting new people. He hadn’t known his other roommate’s name before meeting him either, and he had a feeling that he wouldn’t end up hating this one. If only because, well, fuck, that man had been the most annoying person in the world and if there was someone more annoying than Jim then Elvis was quite sure that he would just implode right there on the spot. Become a black hole of some sort, because he was a star after all.
That roommate had finally arrived and Elvis had been hoping that he wouldn’t be sleeping when it happened but choosers could not beggers be, and he couldn’t be that. No, not at all. Because this man was a cute little thing, and he giggled, which sent the man’s heart all sorts of a flutter. There was nothing cuter than a man that giggled in Elvis’ opinion, and as far as the boy was concerned there was no opinion more important than his own. A quick deduction came to Elvis as he gave this body a once over, catching the other’s trailing gaze over his own form, and he knew, that he wanted him. “Well, yeah, but, I can’t tell you my first name. Or else, I’ll be completely under your control. You can guess though, and we’ll see if you’re right.” Because there was nothing more fun than a playful little game of guess who. And though he wouldn’t really be under the other’s control, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t keen on playing a bit of a game with him.
A shake of hands saw them well and met and he couldn’t help but get that coy sort of smile on his lips. If only because this boy kept checking him out. And only because, well, Elvis was more than alright with that. He made a mental note to be shirtless as often as possible when around Teddy. “Teddy, that’s a sweet name, I like it,” he expressed before releasing his hand and then leaning back on his bed on his elbows, feet dangling off of the bed. His eyes followed the boy with his every move around the dorm shamelessly looking him up and down. Because, he was pretty, and he had a sweet name, and he boy giggled, and when it well and came down to it Elvis would ogle whoever the fuck he wanted to because, he was Elvis. And that was what he did. “Yeah, that was, kinda my doing. My last roommate was quite possibly the most annoying person in the world, so, I went and bitch and threw a fit, and now I’m here,” he explained to the other and then shrugged and sat up again putting less distance between the two of them and lifting a hand to move that hair out of his face. “There, better,” he spoke with a sweet smile.
Then the boy was off and towards the coffee pot and Elvis just watched him for a moment before lifting off of the bed and walking over to him, standing behind him and leaning into him a bit to reach past him for a coffee cup. “I would love some coffee,” he spoke his tone all kinds of a purr filled with implications that it was quite possible Elvis didn’t even have a clue that he was tossing in there. He then moved to lean a bit on the counter of their little makeshift kitchen holding out the cup for him to fill it. “That you do, I am pretty certain, that the people back home might murder me for drinking coffee instead of tea though,” he spoke in a teasing manner letting his British accent slip through a bit more than normal. He’d noticed after some time in the states that when he got talking too fast, it as hard to understand him, hence, the filtering of his accent even if it was ever so slightly to be something less, well, overbearing. “Nineteen is a good age. I’m twenty-one, August birthday. Makes me a Leo,” he explained to the other before taking a sip of that coffee after he’d filled his cup and crossing his feet at the ankles in a relaxed stance.
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Post by ruggy on Dec 31, 2011 0:32:19 GMT -5
It took a while for Teddy to register that Elvis was foreign. He had watched so many British television shows, and listened to so much of their music that those accents hardly even computed anymore inside Teddy’s brain. But when he did notice, his heart practically turned to mush with every word that came out of the older boy’s mouth. Teddy had a thing for accents, they were different, special, exciting—they were pretty much everything he was not, and, well, Teddy had a thing for things that weren’t like him. English accents were his favorite though, they were enough to get his pants off with one single flirty comment, and Teddy did not take his pants off for just anyone.
“Huh, I kinda like the idea of being completely in control of someone,” He raised a brow and smirked mischievously, “Y’know, I could use you as a slave or something. Make you carry my books, get me coffee.” And there Teddy went, accidentally flirting with this stranger who he would now call his roommate. Of course, he was totally oblivious of the signals he was sending. Teddy did it more often than one would think for such a prudish boy, batting those eyelashes, giggling at every joke—giggling at things that weren’t jokes, too. This was dangerous territory he was swimming in, though, even if it was unintentional. If by some chance Teddy ended up fucking or dating this boy, and then somehow they broke it off… Well, lets just say it would not be that fun to live with him. But of course Teddy wasn’t thinking about dating this boy, not yet, at least. His motives were purely in his pants… Sort of…
Teddy scanned the dresser for a moment, his lips curling into a smile as he spotted an ID card thrown lazily at the edge. He squinted slightly at it, trying to make out the tiny text. ‘CH’ were the only letters he could see due to his poor eyesight, though. It could have been a number of names, Christian, Chad, Chance, Chang (though to be honest, he didn’t look remotely Asian to Teddy… adoption was always possible, though), but the first name that popped into mind was…
“Christopher?” He guessed, swaying back and forth on the balls of his feet, a smug smile appearing on his face, “So when is it that you start carrying my books for me, slave?” He giggled again, but his face fell slightly as he was suddenly aware of how flirty he was being. He didn’t want to come off desperate—but it wasn’t like he was really trying to hook up with him just yet anyways… right? Right? He would just have to keep convincing himself that, maybe after a while it would come true.
“Er—thanks.” He said turning his face away so that Elvis could not see him blush. Teddy wasn’t complimented often, and if he did get compliments, he rarely accepted them. He fought against people’s opinions of him a lot, especially if they happened to be good. Teddy couldn’t believe the idea that someone thought he was nice, or cute, or funny, or had a ‘sweet name.’ He generally thought they were just mocking him. “Nothing compared to a name like Elvis though, right?” He smiled, and despite the fact that he was incredibly serious on the inside, he intended it to be taken as a joke. He wasn’t going to be too heavy with this kid, they had only just met after all. Now was not the time to dump his insecurities on him.
“So basically you bitched at them for having a shitty roommate, and they gave you to me? Wow, you are one unlucky motherfucker.” Teddy joked; his eyes dragging downward to Elvis’s chest again, and then snapping right back up to his face as soon as he realized he was doing it. But then he touched him; the other boy took his hand and brushed the strands of hair out of Teddy’s face. He did it so coolly, Teddy though he might swoon. He couldn’t do anything but turn his back and rush away towards the coffee pot, his hands shaking and his cheeks burning pink. But that wasn’t enough for Elvis, no, the touching of his hair wasn’t enough for that boy at all. His words were like liquid as he agreed to a cup of coffee, he could feel his every word trickle down into his ears like water. Teddy shivered a bit as he leaned over him, Elvis’s bare torso touching the back of his shirt lightly.
Teddy gripped his fingers around the coffee pot tightly, trying not to lose his hold. He bit his lip, still blushing profusely as his arm shook over the other boys coffee cup. He poured it slowly, making sure not to spill any on the boy who was still standing dangerously close to him. And when he was done pouring, he froze and stared into Elvis’s eyes, zoning out a bit. Then, Elvis spoke again and Teddy’s hand shook vigorously until the pot slipped out of his fingers and fell to the floor at their feet with a large crash. “MOTHERFUCKER!” The remainder of the cold coffee spread itself out on the wood flooring, staining it. Glass shot out in all directions, a few small shards hitting Teddy’s jeans. But the spilled coffee and glass on his own jeans was not his main concern. “Agh, shit, sorry, did any glass get on you? Fuck I’m so sorry. I’m so stupid. I just— It’s like, social anxiety and…” Teddy bit his lip. He had just lied. Teddy may have had anxiety, but it was surely not of the social variety. “That’s not true, I’m just—I get nervous and stuff. Ugh, fuck, I’m so so sorry.” He knelt down to the ground besides their feet grabbing a roll of paper towels from a storage box underneath his bed and began wiping up the glass and coffee. “My parents are gonna kill me for breaking that.” He muttered.
“S-so you’re like… English, right?” Teddy said from the floor, trying to not sound too embarrassed, “L-like, ‘lemme have some tea with my crumpets’ British or The Sex Pistols British?” He laughed nervously, scooping up the remainder of the glass and throwing it into the trash bin, his cheeks still bright pink from humiliation. How could he have fucked up this badly with a first impression? There was no possible way of saving it now, Elvis probably thought he was weird. There went that opportunity. Out the window. Gone.
((notesso. this is super long. I have no idea why this is so long. And I'm still too lazy to make it look good.))
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Post by elvis joseph hamleton on Dec 31, 2011 8:54:17 GMT -5
being with you girl is like being low TAG: TEDDY WORDS: 1149ONE LAST THING: ALL THE WORDS
This boy, there was something about him, something that Elvis couldn’t quite wrap his mind around as he just looked at him trying to figure out, just what these feelings were that were stirring in him. He had known, from the first look at him through sleepy eyes, that he was going to be someone very important to him. He wouldn’t be able to explain to anyone why he felt that way, or why he felt like all he wanted to do was grab the boy, but not in a manner that was entirely sexual. Something a bit more, something. He didn’t understand it, he couldn’t pinpoint it, but Elvis was not the sort of boy to fight any sort of fate, so he was just going to accept it for what it was. He would let whatever it was he was feeling, just flesh itself out in time, or however it was supposed to go. Though, he was a bit anxious to figure it out.
His eyebrows shot right up to his hairline at the boy’s words and then a pleased sort of smile moved onto his features. He had a strange sort of feeling that this boy wasn’t intending to flirt with him as much as he was, and that, in and of itself made him all more endearing towards the older of the two. “Oh is that so,” he mused in an amused sort of tone before inching if only a bit closer to him and letting teeth take hold of his bottom lip for a slow release eyes locking on the other boy’s. “Is getting you coffee and carrying your books really all that you would want to do with me if you had total and complete control of me?” he questioned, all kinds of flirty, because, well, Elvis did intend to flirt. He intended to flirt the hell out of this boy, because, that was just how he was, and lord knew that the boy looked all kinds of delicious when he was blushing.
Then that dreaded first name of his came from the boy’s lips and his head tilted to the side all kinds of flirting and lust going out of his features replaced by sheer confusion. “How did…I mean….what….I mean….” And his hazel eye danced around the room in search of what had given his name up so simply and it took him barely lifting off of the bed to spot his student ID sitting on his dresser and lips pulled into a wide smile. He turned his gaze back to the other with more than a bit of an impressed look on his high cheek boned face. “I’m not quite sure if that’s cheating or not, but, I suppose that you have complete control over me now. That is, until I consult the rule book.” Of which, they both knew, there was no such thing. But there was nothing wrong with going along with the teasing.
There was also nothing wrong in the world with the way that the boy turned red when he touched him and then scurried off towards the coffee maker like it was his saving grace from doing something that Elvis was sure he wouldn’t be opposed to. “Well, my mother and I decided when I was about thirteen, that Elvis was a far more fitting name for me. It’s the hips, and the way I move,” he explained to the boy and the rose off the bed giving his hips a good wiggle back and forth, dipping his knees, and in that very moment looking very much like Elvis Presley. His action was followed by an easy laugh. He was laughing again and rolling his eyes a bit at the other. “Something tells me, that you and I are going to be far better matched than I was with my other roommate,” or at least, that was his hope, and his intuition, and truth be told, he didn’t want to be out of this boy’s presence anytime soon.
The closeness of their bodies caused a reaction in him that was nothing common. His heart was starting to race, and even though his exterior was more than calm and secure in his own shoes –metaphorically of course- he couldn’t ignore the way that he was reacting to the other. He also, could not ignore the way that he was effecting Teddy as well. He noticed the tight grip on the coffee pot, he noticed the pink in his cheeks, he also noticed the way that he was shaking and for a brief moment he almost wondered if he was doing something wrong. If he was making the boy feel scared instead of just nervous. The thought was gone, though, as quickly as it had come if not because anything was said, but instead because that coffee pot fell to the floor with a crash. He pressed palms into the counter after quickly setting down his coffee cup lifting his body off of the ground and then after assessing where the glass had landed he was back with feet on the ground.
“Yeah, I’m okay, are you okay?” he asked all kinds of flirting out of his tone and more than enough concern in his eyes as he followed Teddy’s suit helping him get the mess cleaned up. He then paused in the clean-up of coffee and glass to set his hand over Teddy’s giving him a reassuring sort of look with a light smile on his lips. “Hey, calm down, okay? It’s just a coffee pot. We’ll go get another one later today and your parents won’t know the difference. Just, breathe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” And in those moments he felt like he was more than serious in his words. He had this overwhelming need to protect this boy from everything that might come at him. From dropped coffee pots to whatever the hell else might be tossed in his direction. He ventured to squeeze his hand before helping him with the rest of the mess. “See, all better, no one was hurt. But, if ya wanna have a funeral for the coffee pot, I could be alright that,” he spoke in a bit of a tease.
He moved to sit on the ground back pressed to the counter and his hand reached up to grab his coffee cup bringing it to his lips for a drink of the bitter liquid. “Yeah, I’m from Liverpool. So more, Beatles British, but, ya know, if ya wanna toss in a bit of Sex Pistols I am more than alright with that,” he spoke with a bit of a teasing smile on his lips. He then patted the spot beside him for him to sit, an inviting look on his features. “C’mere, share this cup of coffee with me, before I gotta get ready for class.”
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Post by ruggy on Dec 31, 2011 21:34:03 GMT -5
“W-well,” Teddy stuttered about three octaves above his real voice. His nerves were getting the best of him again. Teddy had no idea how to talk to people he was attracted to, unless of course, he was drunk. He never knew how to flirt; all of his relationships were started because the people he happened to talk to like awkward personalities. “Yeah, that’s all I can think of right now,” He lied, offering up a weak smile and a nervous laugh, his tone slowly reverting back to normal, “But if you have any suggestions…” Teddy lifted a hand, gesturing for the other boy to offer up any ideas. Teddy could barely think straight (no pun intended) though, even if his voice had gone back to it’s original tone. He couldn’t help but stare into this beautiful boys hazel eyes, which shined flecks of green and gold every time the sunlight crept out of the binds and hit his face. Teddy bit his lip in sexual frustration as he reluctantly turned his face away again. He didn’t want to seem like he was staring
Teddy kept the smug smile wiped on his features though, stifling a giggle as Elvis searched frantically around the room. It was nice seeing someone who had come off so smooth turn flustered like him in a matter of seconds. It reminded him that those people were human too, and that he wasn’t so inferior to him. “Consult the rule book all you want, ” Teddy said, placing his hands on his hips, “That was completely legal in this game.” Teddy smiled, but not the fake smile he was use to doing. It was a real, genuine smile that showed his teeth. Teddy didn’t smile with those pearly whites of his all too often, since he had braces up until the time he was seventeen, he had never really gotten over that subconscious, toothless smile.
There was something about the way Elvis teased him that didn’t make him feel like he was being patronized or made fun of. It was just good old fashioned, friendly teasing—the kind that your friends did. Elvis made Teddy feel like he was his friend, he made him feel welcome, despite how fucking nervous he made him whenever their bodies got close. Teddy giggled as the boy wiggled his hips, “I must say, you definitely look more like and Elvis than a Christopher.” He laughed his little pot laugh, then blushed again at Elvis’s next statement. If Teddy had ovaries… they would be exploding. “Nawhh,” He started, turning away bashfully, “I’m a shitty roommate. I clean excessively… at like 7 AM if I’m stressed enough. “ Which was the cold hard truth. It was a good thing he didn’t have a vacuum cleaner, because no one would ever want to live with him again if he did.
Their conversation had been going so well, and then he dropped that damn pot. It had slipped between his nervous, shakey, sweaty fingers like a water balloon, and he regretted every moment as he watched it drop to the floor and shatter. “Y-Y-Yeah I’m fine” He muttered, picking a small shard of glass out his knee. It must have gotten in there while he kneeled down… oh the negatives to having ripped jeans. He compulsively played with his lip ring with his tongue as Elvis spoke to him. There was something incredibly calming about the way he talked. Teddy was immediately soothed, his heartbeat returning back to it’s normal state.
“Sorry, it’s just… “ He looked incredibly uncomfortable, “ Not a whole lot of people are nice to me, y’know?” It was true, Teddy had been made fun of all throughout high school, and, though people didn’t make fun of him in college, it didn’t mean they were always pleasant to him. A lot of the people who went to the school Teddy had actually known from high school. “I just… I get nervous.” He repeated, looking Elvis straight in the eye as he told him he wouldn’t let anything happen to him. Teddy could have cried right there. It was probably the nicest thing someone had ever said to him in his life. He just knelt there, his mouth hanging open slightly. He was in shock. This man had known him for ten minutes tops, and he had said something that Teddy would probably cherish his whole life. His heart melted, and Teddy suddenly didn’t just want in this boys pants.
Their hands touched, and Elvis squeezed his, and Teddy was calm. Happy, even. “No, no, no funeral required… at least that’s what it said on the box when I got it.” He giggled nervously, moving a hand up to fix his own hair again, pushing the pieces neatly to the side of his face. “You’re… you’re a really nice guy.” Teddy added awkwardly, shifting to stand up.
“I like the Beatles too, so that works, I guess.” Teddy shrugged, sitting down on the bed next to him, but a distance away. He didn’t want to sit too close, he was afraid of what he would do to the older boy, cause god he wanted to do so much with that boy. That boy who wouldn’t let anything happen to him… the only person who had ever so much as thought to be protective over Teddy. He just wanted to kiss him and pull his hair while they fucked romantically. But he wouldn’t do that, not yet. They had only just met after all, and Teddy wasn’t even the smallest bit tipsy.
((notes Still lazy... but awwwh))
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Post by elvis joseph hamleton on Jan 2, 2012 9:55:17 GMT -5
being with you girl is like being low TAG: TEDDY WORDS:1010ONE LAST THING: ALL THE PUNS INTENDED
There was something so incredibly endearing about this boy. No, not just something, everything. Everything that Elvis had seen so far having to do with this man he was going to be sharing a dorm with was more than he could even really handle. He wasn’t sure, if he had ever met someone quite like this boy. Someone that was just so….something. He couldn’t pinpoint it no matter how quickly his mind was turning wheels in attempts to find some kind of answers in that pretty little head of his. There weren’t any answers for him, though, so he instead just decided to go along with it. Let it be whatever it was. And he could smile, all kinds of lopsided and amused at the stammer and then his words causing one of his brows to raise to his hair line. “Oh well, ya know. You could always make me your own personal sex slave,” he suggested in a teasing sort of manner, but Elvis was quite sure that he wouldn’t mind obliging such a suggestion.
Fact of the matter was though, for as much as he was catching Elvis off guard with his ways of being too damn adorable for words, he pulled the rug out from under his feet just as much with the discovering of his name. He supposed, that this boy was going to be doing a good job of keeping him on his toes during the time that they were going to be sharing a living space together. He let out a sigh that was far too over dramatic to be seen as any sort of serious before slumping his shoulders in an equally overly dramatic way. “Oh well, I suppose that you win fair and square though, I just won’t put forth the effort of even finding the rule book,” where ever that mythological rule book even was. Elvis was quite sure that it said somewhere in there to that one should not flirt shamelessly with one’s roommate, but if he couldn’t be bothered to even find that book, he would just let the rules on that matter be damned.
“I always liked to think so. I mean, my mum started callin me Elvis when I was ten, so, it’s a wonder she didn’t just legally change my name,” he stated with an easy shrug, talking out of the side of his mouth as he always did. Something that people had said more than once was more than insert desired adjective. Almost all of them positive. “I would take cleaning over that other guy, even at seven am. Just,” he paused to give the other boy a playful sort of smoke, “don’t go running a dust buster over my sleeping body. That would be a bit strange. Not sure if I would like that.” Of course, there was no part of him that expected the other boy to start chasing him around like some cracked out version of Danny Tanner with a dust buster, but some things needed to be said simply for joking’s sake.
Elvis couldn’t help but realize that there was no end to the amount of adorableness that was in this small boy. It just poured out of him no matter what happened. He didn’t like, though, the way that he looked all kinds of nervous, and he made a mental image to maybe not get so close to him when he was holding something breakable, at least, not until Teddy had gotten well and used to Elvis coming close to him. And though he never would’ve done such thing with his last roommate –not in a million years would he even be shirtless around that man- he couldn’t help but bring his body close to Teddy’s like he was pulled to him by some incredibly strong magnet.
A concerned expression took over the gleam in those hazel eyes of his though at his words, something that obviously didn’t like what he was hearing. He found himself giving the boy’s hand another squeeze before looking at him with a reassuring smile. “Those people are fuckin’ morons then,” he said with a simplicity in his tone that no one could really argue with no matter how much they may want to. And lord knew that if Elvis ever saw anyone doing anything to this new roommate of his he wouldn’t hesitate in stepping in and taking things into his own hands. No matter what the situation. For he felt the need to protect him, from the world, possibly from himself, from anything and everything that might want to hurt him. It had been a long time since he’d felt such a need to protect another person, so when he said what he had, he had meant every words of it.
A wide sort of smile took over his lips none the less and he let out a bit of a chuckle. “Oh, okay, good because honestly I have no idea what to wear to a coffee pot funeral,” said with another chuckle before he shrugged. “You’re easy to be nice to,” he explained simply. And really Elvis was a good guy, a nice guy, but he wasn’t so overly kind towards people that he’d just met. Maybe part of it was because this was now his roommate or maybe it was something more. He couldn’t be bothered to much think about it right then.
“Okay, good think you like The Beatles, because if you didn’t chances were I wouldn’t allow myself to be any kind of keen on you,” he stated in a teasing tone before running fingers through his hair and pursing his lips leaning to look past him at the clock. Another large sigh came from him and eyes toggled towards his closet. “I suppose I should get ready for class,” he said all kinds of wear like, because, well, he wanted to stick around and spend time with his new roommate, He supposed they would have more than enough time from now on to get to know one another.
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