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Post by aprettyoddgirl on Mar 5, 2012 17:55:51 GMT -5
Adam shuffled through the halls of Eddingborough's School for Boys. It hadn't been really his choice to come here, really, but his parents had thought maybe it would be good for him. Just why they thought that, he didn't know; his brother had just been sent over seas in the military, so why take him from the rest of his family? Maybe his mother just had messed-up logic.
He found his room easily enough, and was almost comforted by the fact that his roommate was yet to be found. The boy had obviously already moved in; there were bags half unpacked by the far side dresser, and there was a framed picture on his nightstand. He didn't waste time, however; he needed to settle in.
Of course, the first thing he unpacked was the playboys he had stolen out of the basement. He laid down on his cot after kicking off his shoes and admired the pictures one by one. He knew which ones to put up based on the kind of surge came from his groin; Jessica Alba was going on the wall first. He reached for the tape and placed it on his wall, and started through the other papers. Soon he was working off his tight jeans and his boxers, fondling himself with his right hand as he held the magazine above his face with his left.
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Post by LazyCat on Mar 5, 2012 17:56:20 GMT -5
The smell was atrocious, the likelihood of growing bacteria had quadrupled, and Chris could feel his gag reflex honing in on him. He coughed, pressing his hand tightly to his mouth, and most of all his nose, and dry heaved against the tiled floor... One he had just scrubbed down for toxins, molds, or fungi. He began to count down in his head, trying to control the savage spasms in his stomach... Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three...
He pressed his forehead to the floor, smelling the lemon cleaner, and breathed it in. Everything ached, and shook, as he sat up, reaching back for the bleach, and pouring it into the toilet bowl. It stung his nostrils, in a good, familiar way, and shortly, he began scrubbing in bright yellow, rubber gloves. It was five minutes of pure, scrubbing that he finally was satisfied enough to hit the flush, carefully remove the gloves into a plastic bag for washing, and turned toward the door handle (which he had sprayed with disinfectant earlier).
It was then that he stepped back into his room, ready to finish unpacking his familiars. A teddy bear named George coming to mind, he still smelled like home, and all Chris wanted now was to bury his nose in the bear's fur and inhale. Yet, it didn't go like that, for as he scanned the room, he noticed his room mate had finally arrived. His lips quirked up in greeting, "hello, I'm Chris, nice to-"
He froze, in front a picture of a rather... bare woman, and the boy making obscure gestures with his hand. The words on his tongue sunk, and for once, Christian was caught rather speechless.
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Post by aprettyoddgirl on Mar 5, 2012 17:56:37 GMT -5
Adam didn't even hear it whenever the toilet flushed. He only expected his roommate to be out, and so had decided it was safe enough to masturbate without being walked in on. The door locked behind him automatically. Of course, it was a fool proof plan, had Chrissy been outside the door.
He stared at the woman with increasing hunger, biting his lip some to maintain the moans. It was a habit from home that he had learned a long, long time ago. With your brother in the bedroom adjacent, he didn't want to hear Adam whacking off, nor did Adam really want to hear Trenton and his girlfriend going at it (although the image of Lindsay's naked body was very tantalizing thing to jack to.)
But before he knew it, another boy was standing near his bed, watching him. Fuck! Why was someone watching him? How long had he been watching. Fuck, he had a room with a homo. He quickly pressed the magazine over his crotch to hide himself. His face had already been red, but now even more from having been caught and even more when he realized that the boy may have even liked it. "Hey," he said gruffly. "I'm Adam."
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Post by LazyCat on Mar 5, 2012 17:56:46 GMT -5
Christian didn't know how to respond to this sort of situation. He had heard rumors, from his sweet older sister that people at colleges, or private schools, were more... open. However, he didn't expect this. The first day of moving into a dorm at a private school, to have his room mate nude down from the waist, nothing but a magazine with things to hide that. On the clean sheets he had just set up... Chris breathed in through his nose, trying to control the shake of his hands, which he twisted behind his back. God, god, what should he do? Leave? It seemed like the most acceptable form to do, but he couldn't. He couldn't move, he was glued to the spot, and staring.
And as his eyes traced down to the bare skin of the his calves, thighs... oh... It was all the boy needed to be sent into another fit, his gag reflex teasing, making him groan in anguish. He bent over, holding into his knees, trying to regain composure. How embarrassing... Chris felt guilty, that he might puke at the sight of somebody... but it was just so wrong. So obscure. The thought of....
"I'm sorry..." he mumbled after a minute, straightening up, face just as red as his companion's. "I'll just.. you know. Give you..." He turned his back on the boy, reaching into his bag to retrieve his medicine, thankful his mother had insisted he take it with him. It helped relax his nerves. He retreated into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and turned on the sink. Hopefully, the boy would clean himself up... Hopefully, he wouldn't do this again. Perhaps he just thought he was alone and... He ran hands under the water, and clapped the cool fluid to his face, he had broke out into a sweat. He cupped his hands again, grabbed a mouth full before popping in a pill. This was going to be a long year.
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Post by aprettyoddgirl on Mar 5, 2012 17:56:55 GMT -5
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Those were the only words that came to mind to Adam at this moment. He really did have a broader vocabulary, but not in this situation. He had just been walked in on. By a boy. A possibly gay boy. He was going to puke. And the kid just stood there, staring at him, while the only thing Adam had to cover himself was his shirt tail and magazine which had a nude model on the cover. But it got so much worse. The boy moaned.
Holy fuck, he moaned?! Fuck, he kid was gay. Holy shit. Adam couldn't do this. He was terrified of homosexuals. Absolutely terrified. You know how some people were scared of death or spiders or snakes or something reasonable like that? Queers just scared him silly. And he was sharing a room with one. Holy shit.
As soon as the boy headed for the bathroom, not before fumbling with his own words to excuse himself, Adam reached for where his pants and underwear had fallen; his Spongebob boxers were a lot less comical now. He stood up, turned so that, in case Chrissy peeked, he would only catch his backside (What if that was what he wanted to see?!), because there was no doubt in his mind that Chrissy had excused himself to the bathroom to finish himself off. Oh God, Oh God.
He had to get out of here pronto. He hadn't unpacked anything besides the magazines, but they were going to be something he could live without. He felt his stomach turning, however. He rapped on the door. "I need in there," he murmured simply, his cheeks blushing. He half expected to hear another moan come from the door. He would puke his guts up and then leave and maybe he would be okay.
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Post by LazyCat on Mar 5, 2012 17:57:16 GMT -5
It didn't take long for him to calm down again, and as Chris stood there, he was unsure whether or not he should try to go back out. He really didn't feel like spending the night in the bathroom, but he had no idea when the boy would be done, and certainly didn't have the guts to face him again. Though, after five minutes of sitting on the seat of the toilet, fingers crossed, and silently praying things would settle down shortly, there was a sharp rap on the door. Was it over? Had he come to tell him it was safe? Oh praise it be! He got up, racing for the door, and instead, on the way over his toe made contact with the sink.
Clutching his victimized appendage, Christian groaned in pain, hopping over toward the door, not wanting to keep the boy waiting. He held onto the handle, leaning against the frame to inspect the damage. It was then that he pulled the door open, toe curled up as it throbbed. "Sorry, stubbed my toe..." he began, looking at the pale faced boy, who, now, much to Chris's relief was fully clothed. "And sorry about before, I didn't mean to..." Mean to what? Gag at the sight of bare, nude, human legs? It made Chris feel unnatural, and the last thing he wanted was to be an outcast.
"I am sorry... I hope we can look past it, and be friends," he said giving the boy a half smile, and inwardly grimacing. They were really off to a great start, weren't they? The boy feeling incredibly embarrassed, and Christian almost barfing all over the rug. That would have been hell to scrub...
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Post by aprettyoddgirl on Mar 5, 2012 17:57:25 GMT -5
Adam most certainly did have a nervous condition; Chrissy was causing it. He wished he would have had more time to shut Chrissy out, maybe close the door, before he started vomiting, but it was all too much. He jumped whenever Chrissy touched his shoulder. In his own rational mind, he knew it was only a simple gesture that didn't suggest anything, but it got twisted from point A to point B, and suddenly it felt like the boy was coming on to him. He leaned forward again, just as he had started to get his breath back, he was sick again.
He finally rocked back on his heels and swiped the cloth from Chrissy's hands and wiped at his entire face, mouth included. God he felt terrible. He just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep for a long time, but he had to get out of here first. He took a drink from the water but spat it back out to get the bile out of his mouth. "Thanks," he murmured, slowly recovering. He still couldn't look at him. God this was so twisted.
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Post by LazyCat on Mar 5, 2012 17:57:54 GMT -5
There were things Christian wanted to say, like he hoped that Adam didn't hate him, and that he didn't really want him to go. Yet, it wasn't enough, for he was pushed, quickly out of the way. And next thing he knew, Adam was crouched before the toilet, about ready puke into the same surface he had cleaned not long ago. And though the sound, smell, and very thought of it made Christian squirm, he quickly retreated to his room to retrieve a wash cloth. Running it under the sink, he looked at the other sick boy, wondering, silently, what had upset his stomach so much. Perhaps they had the same sort of nervous condition? The thought gave him butterflies. Somebody who was the same, somebody who understood his fears, and condition.
He pulled out a disposable paper cup from his bathroom supplies, and filled it with water, knowing full well, stomach acid didn't taste good in one's mouth. He crouched down next to the boy, hesitantly resting a hand on his shoulder (one he'd have to scrub later). But now wasn't the time. He somehow felt this was partially his fault, and so handed the damp cloth, and cup over to his room mate. "Wipe up with this, and clear your mouth... the taste can be unpleasant..." he reasoned, unable to keep the pleading from his voice. Christian was never that assertive...
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Post by aprettyoddgirl on Mar 5, 2012 18:01:32 GMT -5
Adam most certainly did have a nervous condition; Chrissy was causing it. He wished he would have had more time to shut Chrissy out, maybe close the door, before he started vomiting, but it was all too much. He jumped whenever Chrissy touched his shoulder. In his own rational mind, he knew it was only a simple gesture that didn't suggest anything, but it got twisted from point A to point B, and suddenly it felt like the boy was coming on to him. He leaned forward again, just as he had started to get his breath back, he was sick again.
He finally rocked back on his heels and swiped the cloth from Chrissy's hands and wiped at his entire face, mouth included. God he felt terrible. He just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep for a long time, but he had to get out of here first. He took a drink from the water but spat it back out to get the bile out of his mouth. "Thanks," he murmured, slowly recovering. He still couldn't look at him. God this was so twisted.
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Post by LazyCat on Mar 5, 2012 18:16:01 GMT -5
Christian nodded, quietly, noting that he'd have to do some washing again, but that didn't matter so much. Not when his room mate was sick. "Sorry, I didn't mean to gag when I saw you, it's just..." Christian sighed, not wanting to go into a great explanation of his issues with general nudity, or his daily therapy sessions... Which, now that he thought about it, he still needed to go see his guidance counselor. He swallowed, thickly, knowing that if he were to live with this boy for the next few mouths, he'd surely notice Christian's condition... His medication.
"I have this nervous condition. To fungi, dust, bacteria, heights... and, nudity." He looked over at the wall across from them, unable to look at Adam. He could feel his skin flush red, from his neck up. Would Adam call him a freak? Would he hate him? "Look, I know I am... but I have it under control. I promise it won't happen again. I don't want you to leave. I want to be your room mate... Please, just give me a second chance..." He interlocked his fingers around his knees, which he drew up to his chest. Just waiting for Adam to push him aside. Leave him. Ask for a normal room mate, somebody didn't puke from the sight of bare skin.
Christian just wanted to be normal. Eddingborough was his chance, and he was already blowing it.
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Post by aprettyoddgirl on Mar 5, 2012 18:16:38 GMT -5
Great, now Adam was feeling guilty. The kid felt like it was his fault all together. And well, Adam would like to think so, since the kid was a fucking homo and he was jacking off... Adam shuddered and changed his mind. He supposed that he had a nervous condition too, to homosexuals, but it had never acted this badly before. But, he had never suspected anyone in his family to be homosexual, and so he didn't have a reason to react... it went on and on.
He blushed as the boy described his condition. "It's okay," he murmured softly, looking down at his hands. "I just can't be around homosexuals. Nothing personal but I just can't do it and so I can't be your roommate," he said quite simply. "That's the only issue. Sorry."
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Post by LazyCat on Mar 5, 2012 18:16:50 GMT -5
Christian was surprised when Adam didn't go running away, crying in disgust. Though, he supposed the boy felt much to sick for that. With that thought, he scooted away slightly, as to give the boy space. He planted his chin on his knees, and finally looked, just as he began to speak. It's okay. It was okay. Was he hearing things? A smile perked up on his lips, revealing pearly whites, and an enthusiastic expression. "Really?" he half whispered, joy overruling logic. He was accepted, he had made a friend. Finally.
But then, onward trudged the second half of the conversation. Christian felt his stomach do silly little flips. Unwilling to lose the first friend, or rather companion he had made here, words blurted out of his mouth all at once. "Then it shouldn't be a problem, I have no interest in, well, guys, I never have. I don't like guys. Promise." He looked hesitantly at the other boy. Allowing him to register the words he had just spoke. Curling his toes in excitement, Chris offered him another smile, "so, can you stay? Please?"
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Post by aprettyoddgirl on Mar 5, 2012 18:17:20 GMT -5
Adam was definitely too tired for almost anything now. He sat back on the floor and smelled the lemon cleaner, which was a little relaxing, actually. He blinked when the boy asked him if he 'really' meant it. "Yeah?" he murmured instead, not fully comprehending why he was acting like this.
He blinked whenever the boy denied being gay, however. He wasn't so sure about that. "You sure?" he murmured simply in reply. "You act very... flamboyant, and I could swear you were doing stuff earlier..." he blushed just a little. He shuddered and closed his eyes, willing his stomach to settle. God, he really couldn't handle that. "Um, well, if you're sure you're not gay then, well, I guess." he murmured simply.
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Post by LazyCat on Mar 5, 2012 18:17:30 GMT -5
Christian didn't hear much of Adam's commentary, just smiled and nodded. "Excellent. I'm going to finish unpacking, I'll let you cool off. If you need anything just howler," and with that Christian stood up, and left to finish tucking his clothes into his drawers, and organizing his school books on his desk. It made him feel, full, to have a friend, at last. Somebody who he could count on. Somebody to eat meals with, and play games. Talk about their interests. There was countless possibilities, and the disaster that had happened in their first meeting was far washed over in Christian's mind.
Perhaps, then, this school year wouldn't be so bad. Not when he had Adam to count on. He reached into his pocket, texting shortly his most dependable outlet. Mum, made a friend already. His name is Adam, and he's really nice. It's going to be a good school year. Love you, Chris. (: (: (:
With that sent, he slide his phone into his pocket and sat up in his bed, intent on getting some early shut eye. It was the first day of school tomorrow. He prayed it would go well. Nervously he picked lint off his blanket, and concentrated on winding down.
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Post by aprettyoddgirl on Mar 5, 2012 18:17:38 GMT -5
Adam blinked whenever he didn't get much of an answer as to whether Chris was gay or not. He really wouldn't mind the kid if it turned out he wasn't gay. He wouldn't be able to handle that. But so long as Chris kept the touchy-feely to a minimum, he wouldn't mind being the kid's friend. Adam didn't know anyone around here anyway, so Chris wouldn't be bad to get to know, considering they were sharing a room from now on.
He sat there for a while. Whenever he figured he was stable enough, he stood up and headed straight for his bed. He took down the pictures and crammed the magazines under his bed. He didn't think he'd look at them for a while, and never while Chris was around.
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