[closed] Corporate Douchebag & British Stoner : The Teenage Years

[bratchillsout]

Who? teenage!Phil (bratchillsout) & teenage!Dean Smith (respectedboy)
Where? An all boys boarding school somewhere in the wide and vague depths of Musebox Land
Why?! BECAUSE WE CAN

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[bratchillsout]

Some time after the end of their first encounter Phil is back in position, that is to say lying lazily on his bed, playing with-- well, it's not his pen anymore, but those first three letters are already a good start.

He sort of expected Dean to be back by now, but Phil's been told that their library is pretty impressive for a boarding school (I mean, if you're into that sort of thing), so he wouldn't be surprised if the new kid lost track of time in there.

No skin off his nose, he can entertain himself just fine. Even though those lips sure are fantastic roommates to have.

[respectedboy]

The new kid is not, in fact, perusing the contents of the rather expansive library at Insert-Name-Here School for Boys. He is gingerly limping his way back to dorm room sixty-nine after an encounter that he's still trying desperately to wipe from his mind. He didn't cry, but his cheeks - the ones on his face and elsewhere - are burning with shame.

When he reaches the door, he just can't find it in himself to care anymore. Dean shoves it open and it slams against the wall.

He steps inside. He looks at Phil, lounging on his bed without a care in the world.

"You."

[bratchillsout]

Already sensing the gravity of the situation Phil adjusts his position and demeanour accordingly.

"S'up."

Read: Not.

[respectedboy]

"Mr. Witterby saw me leaving the basement."

Dean prompts him, waiting for some kind of recognition.

[bratchillsout]

Phil laughs.

"Seriously? And here I pegged you for the sneaky type."

Nope~

[respectedboy]

He's laughing. Oh, yes, this is hilarious. Dean steps inside (carefully) and wrenches the door shut behind him.

"I just got paddled, you asshole."

[bratchillsout]

"Really?"

It dawns on Phil that this is in fact a thing that could have happened, but at this point it neither dampens his amusement nor does it earn Dean a staggering amount of sympathies.

"...Where's your proof?"

[respectedboy]

"Right, like I'm going to show you."

Dean shoots Phil a scornful look, kicking his way through a pile of the other boy's things on the floor - with some difficulty, given his state - and then stares at his bed.

He can't sit on it without risking making some kind of laughably pathetic sound. But he does anyway, wincing as he eases onto the mattress.

Dean tries to act like it doesn't hurt.

[bratchillsout]

"Aww, poor baby."

Phil turns sideways to face Dean and leans on his elbow, smirk safely in his palm.

"You want me to kiss it better?"

[respectedboy]

Dean throws a shoe at Phil in response, bitter and embarrassed.

[bratchillsout]

Phil shields his beautiful smirk and is shoe'd in the shoulder. The resulting ow is barely audible through his chuckling.

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that. You--"

He leans forward and produces a green plastic tube from his drawer.

"You're saying you don't want this cool and soothing salve after all?"

After a long and prolific career of breaking the school's rules Phil has learned not to get caught most of the time. But more importantly he's learned to prepare for when he does.

[respectedboy]

Dean narrows his eyes at his roommate, then at the tube of questionable gel. It looks like aloe. Sort of. For all he knows, it could just be KY with the label ripped off.

"Maybe."

He shifts, grimacing as he does so, and finally concedes that yes, he really would like something to numb the sting - at least a little.

"...yeah."

[bratchillsout]

"I'm just... I'm really not sure I can give it to you now. I might need it all, you know, my shoulder really hurts because- because I just got hit with a shoe."

He gives Dean the wretched look that will become his patented sad stoner puppy face in a few years time.

"I mean... I'd be willing to bite through it if you've got a good offer."

[respectedboy]

Seriously?

Dean gives Phil a pleading expression of his own, even though this is something he should have expected. Complete generosity from this guy? Fat chance.

He sighs, rolling his gaze to the ceiling. He feels like he already knows what Phil wants.

"I could-" Dean finger-quotes, "-'Participate' more."

[bratchillsout]

Phil's grin broadens to an almost ungodly extent and he waves the tube before turning on his back and motioning for Dean to come over.

"Let's see some payment then~"

[respectedboy]

Of course he has to go all the way over there. Of course he has to get up, when he's the one who got beaten all shades of red.

Stomach writhing uncomfortably as he moves to Phil's bedside, Dean combats his nervousness with the need for whatever magical green balm his roommate has in his possession. Surely he can live without it, right?

He leans over and braces his hands on either side of Phil's head, feeling the sting even with the slightest movement. Dean doesn't know how long he can stand the constant, burning reminder that he screwed up, and that he's about to do so again in his own room.

...God, Phil smells like hash.

"Define payment."