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[godofwines]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Jack of All Trades' / Saturday, November 18th, 2006 / one in the afternoon
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open to: Anyone! Mostly Gryffindor team members, but other teams, too, if they're looking for a fight! And most importantly, Andy
Currently Involving: Bacchus

Ahh how he loved the smell of broom handles in the morning!

Although

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[godofwines]

From where he stood on the pitch, Bacchus just cackled evilly at the response (or lack thereof) he got from Andy. The push had been kinda fun, but he hadn't really gotten anything after that. Bollix. He'd have really loved to wrestle Andy. He was pretty sure he could've pinned the thin chaser quickly, but you never know how quick the little ones can be.

Yawning a little, he threw himself on to the grass of the pitch next to his broom and reached down to dig into his pockets for another smoke, before realizing he didn't actually have pockets. Bollix again! He'd need something to chew on. He started to bite his nails, before realizing they were already bit down to the crick. Defeated once again!

He grabbed his Quidditch gloves from where they sat with his broom, put them on, and started to distractedly chew on the tip of his left index finger. Ah, better. He glanced around the pitch, disappointed that no one else had shown up yet. Lazy schmucks, the whole lot of them!

He continued chewing on the glove as he watched around him, re-playing the last game in his mind. He watched himself hit a Bludger at his cousin, Illiad; he watched Andy throw a goal; he watched the boy miss one... and then another... and then another. Damn! What a rubbish game to remember! He'd have to drill Andy hard today... first on the pitch, and then in a shower, his perverted mind told him. Oh yeah!

[andyfraz]

Andy emerged from the change rooms a good 10 minutes later, deliberately taking his sweet, sweet time to get dressed. He had also given himself time to kill his erection which had popped up as he imagined all the ways he could get revenge on the older boy. It took some serious concentration on what Snape would look like naked to make his damned cock go limp, but eventually it worked.

Thanks Professor Snape for being a slimy, greasy git!

He exited the change rooms, expecting to see the rest of the team but no one had yet to show up. Which was good in one way, it meant he had Bacchus' undivided attention. But it was bad in another way, in that he had Bacchus' undivided attention.

"Did you forget to tell people that practice was on? They've yet to master reading your mind yet, dude, you have to actually speak to words aloud."

[godofwines]

By this point, Bacchus was sprawled in the grass, chewing yet on the tip of his glove (he'd removed it from his hand) and watching the clouds move over his head. His ears perked when he heard Andy approach, but he didn't sit up yet.

"Dude," he said, mocking Andy because the word sounded so strange on his Irish tongue-- more like, 'Dut', "dude, I sent out notes, dude. Said it was today at one, dude. Must be late, dude." Fi was probably held up helping Louvika extract herself from whatever she'd managed to get herself stuck in this week, Kazu was probably still eating breakfast or something (yes, it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Kid could eat!)... as to where the others were, he had no idea.

If there was one thing Bacchus didn't need to do more of, it was certianly 'speak the words outloud'. Oh, Andy would pay for that one.

"What took ye so long, dude?" he asked, crossing his legs, glove still hanging from his lips. "Saw me and needed to beat off wassit? Got any gum, dude?" he was really desperate for something to chew on. The felt tip of his glove was losing its appeal.

[andyfraz]

Andy smiled at Bach's mocking. The word 'dude' was incredibly ridiculous but it sounded even more so out of Bach's mouth. Mmm, Bach's mouth. Don't let yourself get worked up again, Frazer, he warned himself, the rest of the team will be along soon.

"Why have you always got to have something in your mouth," Andy asked, suddenly curious. He sat down next to Bacchus, although at a reasonable distance away. "Do you think it's a subconscious desire for your urge to suck dick?" He was joking of course and said it more to get a rise out of Bach. He supposed it was possible though but he didn't care enough to give it much thought.

Andy grabbed a long blade of grass nevertheless and offered it up to Bacchus. "This is the best I can offer at this point in time, out here on the grounds in plain sight of everyone."

[godofwines]

Bacchus seriously considered the blade of grass but didn't take it. No, his glove would have to do for now.

"It's really the chewing, not the sucking, that causes me to go insane," he corrected the lad, as if he hadn't even noticed the lewdness of Andy's statement. Boy, that kid had a foul mouth! Mm, Andy's mouth... okay, calm down now.

"You wouldn't want me chewing on your little Andy down there, would you?" he asked, moving to the thumb of his glove when he realized that his index finger would give him no more pleasure. "I'd rather chew your anklebone. Or maybe your wrist. Neck on occasion, I suppose."

As for why...

"Freud says I was over-stimulated in my mouth when I was a baby," he said around the thumb of his glove as if he knew the psychoanalyst personally, "and therefore, my favorite sensation is in my gums. It's called an oral fixation. It gets worse when I'm feeling an extreme emotion, like being really happy, or really stressed. Fuck me, I could go for a sucker."

[andyfraz]

Foul mouth? Bacchus had yet to hear the worst, although Brinley got to hear it every so often.

Andy tried not to feel a phantom Bacchus nibbling on his neck right then. He shook his head, as if shaking the phantom away and said, "you've heard of Freud?" Sometimes Pureblood wizards never ceased to amaze him. You had one end of the spectrum that hated you and the other end that knew all sorts of things they probably shouldn't. Andy happened to be sleeping with both ends.

"Oral fixation, hey?" Andy stored that information away, you never knew when having THAT information might come in handy. "So what are you feeling now, more happy or more stressed?" It was an interesting question, something Andy was keen to hear the answer to. Was he happy to see Andy or simply thinking of the stresses of not having a Quidditch team at his disposal?

[godofwines]

"Dude," Bacchus said, smirking up at Andy. "I'm not as stupid as you'd like to think I am. Went to Muggle School, y'know." He took the thumb out of his mouth and surveyed just how chewed the end was.

"St. Iggy's Grammer School, Co. Tyrone. Same place Loubird went. Although I knew about this before that." He returned to chewing the glove. "Mam thought I was upset about not having a dad when I was little-- thought it was that, 'cause I was always chewing stuff. Took me to a psychiatrist. Turns out, not so much. Just an oral fixation. Hard to fix. You sure you got no gum?"

Geez, what did Andy think of him? That he was one of those backward wizards who didn't know what a blender was? (On that note, he knew what it was, he'd just be damned if he was ever going to use one! A person could cut their fingers off!) "I've got a car," he informed the other boy, impressively. "And I can drive it and all. Even got a lissance. Or a whatever-you-call-it. The card thingy. And I don't know, I'm just antsy."

Maybe he was happy to see Andy, and annoyed that his team wasn't here yet. He didn't know. He didn't want to talk about his feelings. Cars were a good topic, though.

[andyfraz]

"I don't think you're stupid," Andy said uncomfortably. He didn't, exactly. Not stupid, no, just, well he WAS a jock. Not much but Quidditch and sex on the brain. He was just beginning to understand that he didn't yet even understand the basics of Bach like he'd assumed. Well, you know what they say about assuming - you make an ass out of u and ming. Or something similar, Andy couldn't be bothered correcting his internal thoughts.

"A car, really?" He thought about this for a second before adding, "what for, you're old enough to apparate, aren't you?" Andy didn't care for cars particularly. He'd always lived in a small enough town (army bases were always a good distance away from the main town) that he'd never even considered driving. He catch a bus regularly enough to the local cinema and that suited him.

He chewed on the stick of grass he had offered Bacchus, considering Andy things. That is, trying to picture the best looking car he'd ever seen in a film, wondering why that bit of grass tasted kind of funky, and how much trouble could he get into if he was to straddle Bach right now.

[kazuki_takurai]

Kazu held his trusty broom in his right hand as he walked out the doors of the school. Bugger, was he tired. Didn't help that he got up a grand total of half an hour previously. Not only that, but he only had ten minutes to scarf his late breakfast down his throat. It was always a philosophy of Kazu Takurai: Make sure to spend at least twenty minutes enjoying breakfast.

It was his ritual! And he had ten minutes to do it! So he only managed to eat two bowls of porridge, a banana, a few slices of toast, a glass of pumpkin juice... He could go on for awhile. Kazu had a bad habit of listing whatever foods he ate to his baby brother Chen. And he could tell Chen would get sick of it after about two minutes. But luckily, after that horrible breakfast experience, he managed to snag a lollipop from his brother's stash of candy in his bag.

But what ho! Quidditch captain (and all-around badass) Bacchus! Kazu gnawed on his melon-flavored lollipop as he threw an arm up in the air.

"Ohayoo," he said loudly, though rather dully. "Hey, sorry I'm late!"

[godofwines]

"You liar. You think I'm a jock."

Bacchus knew that look. As he sat up more properly (glove still in mouth). It was true-- most of the time, he was thinking about Quidditch and sex. But he was actually very smart. Okay, well, he was decently intelligent. He got an O on his Defense Against The Dark Arts OWL and he hadn't scored too dreadfully on the rest of them.

"The car was a gift of goodwill from my Muggle stepfather, who doesn't understand apparating, but it's okay anyways." He wriggled his eyebrows up and down. "It's fast. And it's a pickup. Which is more fun than apparating anyways, because you can't roll when you apparate." He'd only rolled his truck once-- and thankfully, it was after he'd turned seventeen, so it was an easy fix before Jeff, his stepfather, saw the damage. But it had been as fun as all hell and had definitely made him more interested in driving.

As for the answers to his questions: the car from Back to the Future (in Bach's opinion. It had doors that went ways doors normally didn't go), probably because it had a charm on it to keep it the right length without care, and probably a lot because, lo and behold! Kazu!

Eyes alighting on his best friend, Bacchus might've apparated to his feet, he stood up so quickly. "Kazu, old sport, old chap!" and the only person at Hogwarts Bacchus called by his first name, apart from his cousins (he even called Kazu's twin Chen 'Takurai').

"Howssit, boyo? Eat enough?" his begging eyes asked Kazu a desperate question he knew the other would understand without communication: please, please, please say you've got another sucker for your bestest friend in the entire world?

"I'll have Frazer give you a blow job for that sucker, mate?" he offered/pined. "He's handin' 'em out today like leaflets." In that tone, he might've been kidding.

Or he might not've.

"I'll even chew on the stick if you've finished the candy, please, lad, I just need something to chew on or I'll flip my lid!"

[kazuki_takurai]

Kazu gave a hearty laugh as he walked forward to his best friend. Ahhh, Bacchus. Indeed, he was Kazu's bestest friend the entire world, now that he thought about it.

"Yeah, as much as I could try to stuff in my face in ten minutes," Kazu complained, trying not to think about his dreadful breakfast. Honestly, that was one mistake he was never going to make again as long as he was living and breathing. But who knows, he could barely remember what he was doing three minutes ago, so he didn't know how long that thought would stay in his mind.

Then through all of the excited words flying from Bacchus's mouth, the only ones that stuck out were 'job' and 'blow'. It took him about a millisecond to flip them around in his head.

"Aha!" he laughed. "All for this?" Kazu could barely believe it. Bacchus's oral fixaty-thing must have been really bad. Usually he'd settle with going a little while without chewing on something. Kazu grinned deviously.

"It's such a good lollipop, too," he taunted, taking it out of his mouth for only a moment. "Melon flavored. It's pretty good."

Then he felt terribly guilty about being so cruel.

"Well," he began again, clearing his throat a little. "Good thing I thought about you when I was pilfering," he chuckled, reaching into his back pocket. "I got one here. Milk flavored. Sorry, my brother likes really weird flavored things.."

Grinning, he handed the odd-flavored sucker to Bacchus.

[andyfraz]

"That still doesn't mean I think you're stupid," he tried to explain to Bacchus. He didn't know if he was in trouble, he couldn't tell. As Bacchus explained about the car Andy couldn't help but take back his previous sentence. "Ok, I take it back, you are stupid. You could die rolling your vehicle! Muggles die all the time in car crashes!"

Thankfully Kazuki arrived before Andy went too Mother Hen on Bacchus' ass.

Andy made a disgusted face at the words of 'blow job' as if the very idea affronted him. Fine then, flirting time was over, joking around with your jock friends time was beginning. Andy knew the routine well. Smile and make faces at anything that was said to you to give the appearance of coolness. Someone called you a fag? Laugh and call them one back. Atomic wedgies? Play up the pain in a fun way and jokingly threaten to get them back. DON'T EVER GET THEM BACK THOUGH. That was a surefire way to be beaten up.

"I'm getting my broom," Andy muttered to the boys who were caught up with themselves.

[godofwines]

"Dude," it was back to the mocking tone. Bacchus couldn't avoid it-- this word was definitely becoming his new favorite word, mostly because Andy said it. What was a 'dude', anyway? "I didn't roll it on purpose. Not that it wasn't fun." Bacchus didn't know when he'd ever had a greater thrill. It was almost like spinning out of control on a broom, except you were in a metal cage and it could possibly burst into flames and burn you to death. Awesome.

But thank Merlin Kazu was here! Even if he was being a prick and waving that damn sucker around so suggestively! Bacchus might've tackled him for it, had he not pulled another out of his pocket. Milk flavored?

"Bless your brother, mate. Bless his strange, depressed soul," he said, snatching the sucker up and discarding the wrapper almost immediately. He chewed the sucker and ate all the candy until it was just the stick left. This took only a split second for Bach's anxious teeth and soon, he was gnawing at the cardboard stick, very contented. This, you see, is what friends are for--pilfering from their siblings to bring you something to massage your itching gums. Mm. Milk flavored wasn't so bad. Compared to glove-flavored, it was mighty dandy.

"Kazu, you don't think I'm stupid, do you?" he asked a little sadly. The way his grey eyes widened and his lips pouted so slightly made him look truly pitiful as he watched Andy go to fetch his broom.

"Frazer thinks I'm a stupid jock." Why this would bother Bacchus all of the sudden was a mystery worth finding out, maybe. Or maybe not. It all really depended on how voyeuristic and possibly how sick-minded Kazu was willing to be. Bacchus had told his best friend he was gay, so that wouldn't be the problem. It was the other party in the relationship that might not be okay with it.

But Bacchus would keep his word to Andy (at least for now) about not telling anyone about their little encounter. he wasn't even sure that Kazu wanted to know, anyways.

[kazuki_takurai]

"Well damn, you sure go through suckers fast!" Kazu laughed, raising his eyebrows his surprise. "I'll hafta steal more next time. I'll try to avoid the nasty flavors, too."

Kazu finished off the last of his melon sucker before tossing the stick lazily to the ground. Unlike Bacchus, Kazu didn't enjoy the taste of soggy cardboard in his mouth for too long.

"Whuzzat?" Kazu blurted, his eyebrows creasing in both shock and confusion. "Stupid? You? Nah, not in particular. I've known some real dumb bunnies, and you aren't one of 'em."

Smirking wildly, he attempted to cheer his friend up. He never found it awkward whenever Andy was brought into the conversation. Really, he thought the kid was a blast! Although, whenever he hung around Bacchus, he got the smallest hint of a feeling that Andy really had a problem with him.

"But why should being stupid matter?" Kazu laughed, punching Bacchus softly on the arm. "I wouldn't care if you were flunking school, and I wouldn't care if you were acing every class. Honestly, to me, you're just Bacchus, right?"

He grinned widely, pointing to himself with his thumb. "And besides, I'm as dumb as a box o' rocks. So just know that you can't be as thick as I am!"

[andyfraz]

Andy grabbed his broom from his locker which he had somehow missed grabbing minutes earlier when he had gotten changed. His thoughts HAD been elsewhere though, it was understandable to forget something as trivial as a broom when he had the thought of a naked, writhing Bacchus on his mind.

Mmm, naked Bacch.

Wait, no. No, no, no, no, no. Think manly thoughts, Frazer.

He grabbed his broom and headed back to the boys. "What'd I miss? Have we got the 'shagging birds' talk out of the way, can we practise now," he asked with a smirk on his face.

[godofwines]

Resisting the urge to jump upon Kazu's stick (you know, incase his own deteriorated before the end of practice), Bacchus looked back at Andy when he approached.

"Vagina," he informed Kazu, looking manly and thoughtful with a creased brow and pursed lips. "Okay, I think we're done," he told Andy, seriously. "Unless you had something to add to the conversation?" a dark, ironic light lit his eyes as he gave Andy a look that said, "Go along, you smart ass." He even punched him in the shoulder, just as Kazu had done to him moments before, wanting to see how Andy would take it.

"By the way, Kazu says I'm not stupid and he'd love me even if I was. He'd probably even ride in a car with me, wouldn't you," he put on a sycophantic look and addressed his best friend, "Zu-Zu?" He didn't know where that nickname came from, but he thought it was sickening, and therefore, perfect for this occasion.

"Fuck, mates. We're missing a Seeker, a Keeper and two Chasers. Looks like iffin we're fixin' to practice, it's gonna be Kazu and me chasing you about the field with Bludgers, Frazer. Not sure I can tend to the bruises. Wha, my last practice scare everyone off? 'Cept you," he gave Kazu a glowing look. "Because you love me and don't think I'm stupid, and you," he nodded at Frazer, "'cause you think you'll get a blow job in for it."

Again, by this tone, it was impossible to tell if he was joking or not. The presence of Kazu made it very likely it was, but had Andy known that Kazu knew about his best friend's sexuality, it was less likely.

Bacchus was beginning to like this evil thing. But hey, Andy said he wanted him to go hard, didn't he?