Pawn
Title: Pawn
Fandom: Honeydew Syndrome
Rating: PG
Length: 445
Pairing: Jay/Charles
Summary: Jay doesn't know what he wants.
"Metis says you're upset about our lip-locking at the party."
Jay debated pretending he couldn't hear Charles over the swooshing of the faucet, but he was a nice guy, so he turned the water off and twisted around before the school's bathroom sink, offering Charles a smile. "No, I haven't even spoken to Metis all week. He's been hanging off Josh, and you."
Charles' grin or snarl or whatever was making a quarter of his teeth show tightened, and Jay wished he'd not said that. Though he wasn't sure why.
"Um, Metis wants…" He trailed off because he realized he was going to ask if Metis wanted them to date, and that wasn't a question Jay wanted to bring to the table. He settled with smiling crookedly and fingering the edge of the sink, fingernails picking at the glue underneath. At least, he hoped it was glue and not gum.
"What do you want?" Charles asked. He moved forward, boxing Jay in, so that he felt like a cornered animal, the small of his back pressed uncomfortably against the edge of the sink. His eyes even darted this way and that, but Charles didn't smirk at him or roll his eyes or tear his head off. He reached past Jay, hands landing on either side of the sink, and leaned in slightly, staring intently at Jay's face.
He felt scared and uncomfortable and little turned on. He wanted--he wanted… He shrugged, and looked at the floor when Charles' gaze frosted. He wasn't scared, he wasn't. He was--intimidated. And he hated the feelings he got around Charles. Like he was inadequate and stupid and a loser. When Charles was the--
Charles exhaled, his breath ghosting over Jay's lips, and then Charles' eyes fluttered shut. He leaned in further, Jay staring at him wide-eyed, his gaze going cross. He jerked his head back, so abruptly his neck cracked in the silence.
"I don't even like you!" Jay gasped, for his own benefit or Charles was anyone's guess.
For a moment Charles' face shifted, everything drawn, his eyes impossibly wide, but then he sneered. "That's all you had to say." He spun around, his fingers accidentally brushing against Jay's arm, knocking him out of his shock, and Charles stalked out the bathroom.
Jay opened his mouth, to call out to Charles perhaps, but no sound emerged, so he just stood there until the door swung shut. His fingers drifted up to his lips, wondering what would have happened if he'd let Charles kiss him, but he still didn't know what he wanted.
All he knew was that he held the next move.
If he wanted to make it.
Fandom: Honeydew Syndrome
Rating: PG
Length: 445
Pairing: Jay/Charles
Summary: Jay doesn't know what he wants.
"Metis says you're upset about our lip-locking at the party."
Jay debated pretending he couldn't hear Charles over the swooshing of the faucet, but he was a nice guy, so he turned the water off and twisted around before the school's bathroom sink, offering Charles a smile. "No, I haven't even spoken to Metis all week. He's been hanging off Josh, and you."
Charles' grin or snarl or whatever was making a quarter of his teeth show tightened, and Jay wished he'd not said that. Though he wasn't sure why.
"Um, Metis wants…" He trailed off because he realized he was going to ask if Metis wanted them to date, and that wasn't a question Jay wanted to bring to the table. He settled with smiling crookedly and fingering the edge of the sink, fingernails picking at the glue underneath. At least, he hoped it was glue and not gum.
"What do you want?" Charles asked. He moved forward, boxing Jay in, so that he felt like a cornered animal, the small of his back pressed uncomfortably against the edge of the sink. His eyes even darted this way and that, but Charles didn't smirk at him or roll his eyes or tear his head off. He reached past Jay, hands landing on either side of the sink, and leaned in slightly, staring intently at Jay's face.
He felt scared and uncomfortable and little turned on. He wanted--he wanted… He shrugged, and looked at the floor when Charles' gaze frosted. He wasn't scared, he wasn't. He was--intimidated. And he hated the feelings he got around Charles. Like he was inadequate and stupid and a loser. When Charles was the--
Charles exhaled, his breath ghosting over Jay's lips, and then Charles' eyes fluttered shut. He leaned in further, Jay staring at him wide-eyed, his gaze going cross. He jerked his head back, so abruptly his neck cracked in the silence.
"I don't even like you!" Jay gasped, for his own benefit or Charles was anyone's guess.
For a moment Charles' face shifted, everything drawn, his eyes impossibly wide, but then he sneered. "That's all you had to say." He spun around, his fingers accidentally brushing against Jay's arm, knocking him out of his shock, and Charles stalked out the bathroom.
Jay opened his mouth, to call out to Charles perhaps, but no sound emerged, so he just stood there until the door swung shut. His fingers drifted up to his lips, wondering what would have happened if he'd let Charles kiss him, but he still didn't know what he wanted.
All he knew was that he held the next move.
If he wanted to make it.