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Post by ruggy on Jan 2, 2012 22:00:09 GMT -5
Teddy’s face turned bright red, letting out a very nervous laugh. “Too bad I’m not into men.” He lied, eyeing the posters of women on his side of the room. It wasn’t that Teddy was uncomfortable with his sexuality, he knew for years now that he was some sort of bisexual, but he got nervous telling other people. As a catholic school kid, if you were even remotely fruity looking you were teased beyond belief. The fairy, effeminate kids were teased worse than Teddy, so naturally, he kept the whole ‘I kiss boys’ thing on the down low back then. But now there was a whole new reason he didn’t scream his sexuality to the world. His parents. Teddy had made the horrible decision to go to school not more than a half an hour away. Momma and Poppa Freeman showed up frequently, and if someone were ever to slip to them about it… well, they would disown him as a son.
Teddy compulsively turned a picture frame on his dresser to the left. It was another one of those uncomfortable pictures of Teddy and his family, a graduation picture this time; his fathers hand draped awkwardly over an 17 year old, tattooless Teddy. Neither of them were smiling, and the picture almost embarrassed Teddy, which may have been why he was turning it more and more away from Elvis until he finally knocked it so it was facing downwards. Part of him wanted to rip all of the pictures off the wall too, he didn’t want Elvis to interpret his family… he didn’t want him to interpret him badly based upon them.
“I always wish I had a cool nickname like that, “ Teddy giggled, though nothing was particularly funny, But there’s not a whole lot you can do with Teddy…” he sighed, tapping his fingers on the flipped over picture frame a couple of times through.
I mean, fuck, my parents still call me Theodore--- Theodore Michael Jr. if I’m being bad… now aint that a proper asshole name.” He smiled another true genuine smile with his teeth, shoving his hands into his pockets and feeling around for the pack of cigarettes, which, like always, was still there. “I’m not gonna do that.” He laughed, placing a hand on his hip, and standing unintentionally quite femininely. “What was so bad about the fucker anyways?” Teddy asked curiously, how could anyone not get along with the beautiful angel of a man who was hanging out more than half naked in his room?
Teddy blushed profusely as the older boy squeezed his hand. God, why was he so damn cute? The way those perfect lips curled back to show his cute little teeth made Teddy want to explode. And he was being nice to him, he was actually being nice to him. All he could do was nod in agreement, his eyes locked in Elvis’s for longer than necessary. “You’re really….” Cute, funny, sexy, hot… Teddy wanted to use all of them, but he trailed off, his mind snapping back into reality as soon as he moved his gaze. Elvis was an angel, Teddy was sure of it. He had never met anyone so beautiful in personality and looks ever before. He did everything with such fluidity, so calm, so smooth. Teddy’s mouth hung open slightly, his mind going into daydream mode.
He snapped back into reality though when Elvis spoke again. “Nothing, you just go naked.” He joked, giggling again. And then he complimented him again, Teddy’s face going redder than before, turning his face away bashfully and holding his arms behind him. He rocked back and forth on his heels, a goofy, yet pleased smile appearing on his face. “Thanks, but you haven’t really known me that long… you could hate me in a week” He laughed, though he was completely serious.
Teddy crossed his legs, scooching a little closer to the boy on the bed. “Who doesn’t like the Beatles?” He leaned his elbow over onto his knees, turning his face towards Elvis. Frowning a bit when he mentions class. Truth be told, Teddy was also supposed to be in class, but he wasn’t all that excited about going. College in general didn’t excite Teddy, really. He may have been good at school, but he didn’t really want to do anything that required further education. All he wanted to do was play guitar. He bit his lip, “Aw what? You can’t go to class in you’re underwear? Since when?” Teddy joked, sitting up again. “Wish you didn’t have class, you seem really cool.” He gave him a flirty smile, crossing his arms now. “I’m not gonna be a bad influence and tell you not to go though. I’ll be here tonight to talk… and probably when you get back from class too.”
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Post by elvis joseph hamleton on Jan 3, 2012 1:06:55 GMT -5
being with you girl  is like being low TAG: TEDDY WORDS:1104ONE LAST THING: ALL THE PUNS INTENDED
Elvis couldn’t help but smile at the boy for a combination of reasons. He couldn’t help but smile because the words that came from his mouth didn’t coincide with the way that his face turned bright red. The blush in and of itself was enough to cause Elvis to smile, because lord knew that this boy was quite possibly the most adorable when those cheeks were turned some kind of red. He smiled because he knew the lie that he was trying to tell himself better than he was sure Teddy could realize. That once upon a time Elvis too had denied himself his attraction towards his own gender for one reason or another. Though, by this juncture in life he was well and past the bull shit of trying to deny himself anything, especially not being able to touch a pretty boy when he wanted to. And he did indeed want to though this all too pretty boy before him, and chances were, before too long he would be doing just that and on more than one occasion too.
“Oh well, that’s a damn shame. Suppose that I’ll just be getting your coffee and carrying your books,” he spoke his tone all kinds of teasing and there was a sweet smile on his lips before he watched the boy scanning over his things, letting his own gaze follow where the boy’s had. Half tempted to move over and take hold of that picture frame to see just what it was that he had decided to keep well and easy from Elvis’ own hazel eyes to roam over. Not that he wouldn’t at some point he was more than sure, for Elvis was some kind of terrible snoop and he hated not being able to look at things or things being hidden from him. He liked to be the keeper of a person’s secrets after all. And he did a good job of such a thing when such a task was placed in his hands. It was part of the whole being a good friend thing.
His smile widened at the boy at his words and he shrugged. “I like your nick name. It’s fitting. I always think that it’s how fitting the nickname is that makes it good or not. Ya know? Like you wouldn’t make a good Elvis, but Teddy. Yeah, I can see that. I feel like I could hold you all night long and you would protect me from all the monsters under my bed that might be trying to hurt me.” For that was why every child should have a teddy bear. Dream land warriors they were most certainly, Elvis himself having a bear buried somewhere in the mess of blankets that he had just been well and curled under. Some boys, never did really grow up all the way. “Theodore Michael,” he moved his jaw as if he was chewing the name, feeling the taste of it on his mouth. “Yeah, not gunna be calling you that any time in this eternity.” And he wouldn’t either, no matter how he was feeling towards the other boy.
“Oh jesus,” he started all kinds of dramatics and over the top seeming like he was about to have a conniption fit right then and there if he was forced to talk about the man who he had previously shared a living space with. “I can’t even go there right now. I just escaped that prison, I am not even going to think about it. I might have a bit of PTSD from it all,” he spoke all kinds of playful, but at the same time a bit more serious than the topic called for. He was smiling none the less.
It would seem that he always had some kind of smile on his lips when he was around this boy, not that he could really pinpoint just what it was about him that caused that stupid grin to stay on his features. Maybe it was the way that he spoke, his blushes, the way that he looked at him. There was something different about when Teddy looked at him compared to every other person that he had ever been around in his life. He liked it, adored it even, and part of those looks made him want to wrap his arms around the smaller boy and never let go of him. Everything, and simply, everything surrounding this other boy was causing a whole bunch of confusion in the older of the two.
“Oh, naked, at a coffee pot funeral? That seems a bit strange. But I can go along with it. Is there some caffeinated powered orgy at the end of it where we all go crazy on each other?” he questioned for jokes as ridiculous as this one were not to be ended any time soon and chances were that Elvis would be bringing it up again in the weeks to come. He shook his head then those dark locks of his shifting from side to side before he looked at the other in an almost childish manner. If only because, he could not find any part of him that he thought could genuinely carry any sort of hate for the other boy. “I highly doubt that," he spoke and his tone was a bit dreamy as he looked at him again with a look that not even he was all too sure of.
“Morons,” came a simple answer to his question.
No matter how much he would’ve loved to just sit and bullshit with his new roommate the fact of the matter as that he had class, and he was a good student. And they lived together at this point. “Well seeing as it’s fucking freezing outside I’d rather not go in my underwear lest my dick freeze off. And I am quite fond of my dick so,” he started and then let out a bit of a chuckle before going over to his dresser and grabbing a pair of jeans turning away from him and pulling off those pajama pants to reveal his boxerbriefs then pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and then a sweater that should’ve been given to the thrift store a long time ago. “I’d love to stick around, but hey, you’re probably going to see more of me than you want to, so,” he shrugged grabbing his bag and tossing it over his shoulder. “I am, really glad to have met you,” he spoke all kinds of genuine tones locking his eyes on the boy’s for a moment, and then exiting the room.
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