Yuh I know, two in one week?
This one features Therru Baraugh: 
of the Therru/Thierry couple; and Cillian Catherwood
of the Naoya/Eddie/Cillian threesome.
Title: Dude Looks Like A Lady
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, sex, ghei sex, underage drinking ohnoes~, crossdressing, gender confusion...
Disclaimer: Damn straight these are our characters.
Word Count: 7347 (wtf... this is what I get for putting someone asexual and someone innocent together...)
Therru wasn’t sure why he was at the Ball. He wasn’t generally a social creature and he was usually less so when he was actually expected to a) have a date and b) be nice. For whatever reason though, he was here and it was only because he had managed to not get his flask confiscated like a bunch of moronic fifth years that the event was mildly passable.
As he sat there, solemn grey eyes taking in the ridiculousness of his fellow students, his attention wandered over to a really pissed off looking brunette in simple blue dress that made her eyes even bluer. Therru watched with unabashed interest as she crossed slim arms over her chest and glared daggers at the punkish looking boy by her side. Whatever the boy was saying didn’t seem to be going over that well with her because she didn’t respond, merely frowned harder, full lips pursed tightly.
The boy tried one more time before casting her a face that would have put a kicked puppy to shame - to no avail - and walked off.
With an exhaled huff that caused one silky looking strand of hair to flutter on her cheek, she threw herself into a chair at an empty table away from the dance floor and turned her glare towards a plate of desserts near her elbow. Therru took another sip from his flask and watched with amusement as she hovered delicate fingers over the tray in contemplation before plucking something up and popping it into her mouth.
He wasn’t sure what it was about her that kept his interest - especially since more than a few had tried and failed tonight - but he continued to watch her anyway.
Every now and then the strap of her dress would fall down one freckled shoulder and she would transfer her displeasure from nothing to the slip of material that dared to follow the laws of gravity.
It was right about the time she picked up her fourth dessert that Therru stood from his own chair and plopped into the one next to hers. He didn’t know why he did it, later he would maybe chalk it up to temporary insanity, but he held out his flask and said in his lilting accent; brought out more by the amount he had been imbibing already tonight, “Here. You look like you need this more than I do.”
She took the flask silently, a grateful expression in wide blue eyes that were framed by impossibly thick and long lashes as she tilted her head back and drank like a pro. Or an Irishman.
Therru stared, mouth agape a little as she swallowed and let out a soft sigh before handing him back the flask. The dark-haired boy had never met a girl who could down Jameson’s like that before. It was probably the same temporary insanity that had led him over to her table that opened his mouth once more, spilling the next words from it. “You want to get out of here?”
An amused expression crossed her face, as if she knew something he didn’t but she nodded and stood, adjusting the strap of her dress once more with an aggravated expression on her face.
Therru couldn’t help but chuckle, earning him a small smile on plush lips. Whether it was that damn temporary insanity or the amount of booze he’d already ingested, he couldn’t stop the way a lot of his blood rushed south as he focused on her lips, soft and pink. Pushing away those thoughts he led the way from the overly warm Great Hall out through the entrance hall and onto the front steps.
Stopping to let his companion go past, his eyes widened in shock at the scars littering her back that showed above the dress-line. They didn’t bother him in the least, but he was surprised that she allowed them to show. Most girls would have been bothered by them and worn a style of dress that hid them.
Unable to help himself, he touched long fingers to the sharp angles of her shoulder blades, tracing down the largest scar with a light delicate touch. He must have surprised her because she jerked away from it and tripped over the hem of her dress, the silky material tangling around her legs as her arms wind-milled and she tumbled backwards down the steps.
“Shit!” Therru fumbled to catch her, only succeeding in losing his own balance as he tugged her towards him. They hit the grass and rolled, coming to a stop with Therru on top, nestled between her… what… the… fuck… between his legs. He rolled off he-him as quickly as he could, fumbling for his flask and taking a swig (and then another) as he stared at the gir-guy in front of him.
“You’re… you’re…” Therru couldn’t even finish the sentence because instead of looking upset, the strangely sil-no… not silent, mute; he knew this guy, he was in his own year, his own house-he looked amused; so why had Therru never noticed how pretty he was that he could apparently pass for a girl? Which brought him to the most important question (not the fact that his body hadn’t caught up to the knowledge that this girl was not a girl and he was still hard) but, “Why exactly are you in a dress?”
Before the boy answered, he gestured for Therru to pass over his flask, taking another deep drink before handing it back and pulling a small pad of paper and a pencil from … somewhere that Therru didn’t really want to think too deeply on as he attempted to not stare at the amount of pale golden leg the boy was flashing, blue silky dress having rucked up somewhere around his thighs when they had fallen.
Either the boy didn’t notice or he didn’t care that if Therru tilted his head just right (not that he would, not that he was remotely tempted) he would be able to see right up under his dress, because he didn’t stop what he was writing to move his legs or straighten the skirt of his dress.
His dress. His dress. His dress. Therru was still working on that one. He took another drink as he accepted the written upon notepad absently.
A housemate asked me to pretend to be his date to keep away his fangirls and boys. Not only didn’t it work, I think you broke one of my shoes… These aren’t mine you know.
Therru looked up at that part of the note and noticed the matching blue high-heeled shoes that the boy wore. They were narrow and delicate with a thin strap wrapped around slim ankles. Merlin… he really did look every inch the girl. Well… not every inch. But he wasn’t thinking about that. He pushed those thoughts away and continued reading.
Anyway, my name is Cillian. Sorry about the… confusion. I’ll understand if I’m not exactly what you were looking for in a girl.
Therru let out a snort of laughter at the last sentence, though he was already looking up at the other boy whose own lips were curved in silent amusement. “Cillian eh? No wonder you downed that Jameson’s like a proper Irish lad. M’name is Therru.” While he was a bit confused by his apparent physical attraction to the boy as a girl (and maybe still as a boy) that didn’t mean he was going to be rude about it.
Climbing to his feet - and emphatically not looking at Cillian’s legs - he offered the slender boy a hand up, watching with mild amusement as he slipped off his shoes (one indeed broken) and frowned over the grass stains on the blue silk of his dress.
“Let me guess; not yours either?”
Cillian’s full lips lifted even more and he shook his head, his hair bouncing lightly around his face as he did so, distracting Therru.
Shit. This was bad. Therru had never questioned his sexuality before. Hadn’t ever thought about it at all to be honest. If asked he probably would have said in all seriousness that he was asexual. He had looked at both guys and girls with the same disinterested eye, so what was it about this admittedly pretty guy that had all the blood rushing to his cock when he thought he was a girl and even still when he knew he was a guy?
And why hadn’t he noticed him until he was wearing a dress? God he was sick. He shared a dorm with this guy and he’d never given him a second thought before now, and he’d only even looked his way because he had thought he was a really hot chick. What did that mean?
Shaking himself from his thoughts he followed Cillian back inside, all thoughts of a romantic walk on the grounds had been killed the instant he had … no. He was not thinking about laying on top of-NOT THINKING ABOUT IT! Nor was he noticing how pert the other boy’s ass was under the shiny-soft material of his dress as he followed him up the stairs. Nope. Definitely not noticing.
Fuck.
Therru finally caught some luck as they walked into the Common Room. It was completely empty, because even Hufflepuffs went to Balls and as they made their way to the seventh year boys dorm Therru wondered exactly why he was still following the other boy. He should have gone back into the Great Hall, drank some more, ate some more and maybe picked up a real girl this time.
Instead he was walking into the dorm behind Cillian and he didn’t even have any clue as to what the other boy was thinking.
He was unsurprised to see Cillian tugging off the dress when he stepped into the dorm room, though he was surprised to see that he wore almost skin tight pale blue boxer briefs. Unable to help himself, Therru wondered how the line of his underwear hadn’t shown through the thin material of the dress he had been wearing.
Therru was even more surprised to see just how many scars littered Cillian’s soft looking pale golden skin, stark white and easily visible in the light of the dorm room. It wasn’t too much of a shock that Cillian immediately reached for a plain white t-shirt and tugged it on before turning back to Therru who still stood frozen in the doorway. He stepped inside and let the door fall shut when the other Irish boy beckoned him forward, bending down to dig something out from under his bed - and giving Therru a view of a tight ass that had his previously waning erection perking right back up.
Cursing under his breath, Therru pulled off his jacket and tossed it over his trunk before sitting cross-legged on his bed, resolutely not looking in Cillian’s direction.
The mute boy didn’t seem to mind at all that Therru was apparently ignoring him, because he merely flopped onto the high mattress next to him and held out a large bottle of Ireland’s best whiskey.
“And how did you manage to keep that hidden,” Therru couldn’t help but crow as he looked at it with light grey eyes even as he obligingly took it and tipped it back for a healthy swallow. He gasped slightly in appreciation as it burned a sweet liquid path down his throat and into his stomach. As he passed the bottle back to Cillian he was handed a new note. Reading it, he blinked slightly before shrugging in answer. “Sure. Why not.”
Truth or dare?
Cillian grinned widely before taking his own swallow of the alcohol. He knew it was a juvenile game, but sometimes it was fun, made more entertaining by the presence of alcohol. Holding the bottle carefully between his knees as he knelt on the bedspread, he scribbled out a quick note before spelling out dare and another before signing true.
Therru nodded to indicate his comprehension before reaching for the bottle by Cillian’s legs. His pale cheeks flushed slightly in a way that didn’t get missed by the prettier boy, though he didn’t make any sort of comment on it. Once he had taken a fortifying swig of the alcohol he asked, “All right then. Truth or dare?”
Cillian took another sip as well as he considered his options. He honestly didn’t think that Therru was going to ask him to spill - or do - anything seriously traumatizing, so he signed true and waited. And waited as Therru continued to stare at him thoughtfully. Maybe he thought Cillian was boring enough that he couldn’t think of any interesting truth questions? Just as Cillian was about to change his decision to dare, Therru spoke.
“How did you get those scars?”
That was surprisingly the last thing that Cillian had expected him to ask. It probably shouldn’t have been, what with the inquisitive way that Therru had tried to touch them before, but he was still taken off guard. Biting his lower lip in thought, his eyes were unseeing for a moment as he considered how much - or how much truth - Therru would be comfortable with.
Therru swallowed heavily as Cillian’s small white teeth indented the velvety soft looking curve of his lower lip as he thought. His own mind was telling him that this was all a Very Bad Idea. It wasn’t that he was homophobic; he’d honestly never cared enough to hate someone for who they were attracted to. It was more that he was at a loss of what to do with someone of either sex and mixing alcohol with sexual attraction was probably number one on a list of things that were Not Going To End Well.
Finally Cillian picked his pencil back up and wrote slowly and carefully as if he were considering every word that he was putting down before he pushed the notepad across the bedspread to the paler boy.
Bullying. I have the joy of being the target of every homophobe, bigot and asshole who has something against someone who is different, smarter, prettier, more, whatever.
Reading the note with a frown, Therru didn’t even notice when Cillian took another deep drink, though he absently held his hand out for the bottle and was already tipsy enough to not care when Cillian’s fingers brushed his as he passed it over, though he fought back the shudder of heat that crawled up his arm and down his spine before settling in his groin.
Then he focused on one word in Cillian’s answer. Have. Not had. Not past tense. Present tense. He has the joy of… “You still get bullied?!” Therru almost didn’t recognize the sharp anger in his voice. He had never been one for extreme emotions, he usually only ranged from apathy to mild enthusiasm over anything. So to hear the anger in his own voice surprised him as well as Cillian judging by the look on the slim boy’s face.
A slight nod answered his question as well as a Gallic shrug with lifted hands that translated pretty much to ‘c’est la vie’.
“It is not all right,” Therru hissed, reaching for the bottle and taking a deep burning gulp that he had to fight not to cough up and embarrass his Irish heritage. Rubbing at cheeks he was sure were flushing pink - and hoping that the other boy would assume it was the amount of alcohol they had both been pouring down their throats - he tried to push away the feelings of anger and lust that were still spinning through his veins.
True dare? Cillian signed when Therru finally composed himself enough to look back up.
“Dare,” Therru said without hesitation, because he was thinking that if Cillian asked him what he was thinking he might answer honestly and damage this potentially budding friendship.
Cillian fell into thought as he considered what would garner the most amusement right now - which considering how well on the way he was to being more than pleasantly sloshed, wouldn’t take much. Wiggling around on the mattress for a moment he settled into a comfortable position with his legs bent and curled under him. Tapping his chin thoughtfully, full lips pursed as his mind picked up and then discarded numerous ideas for dares.
Therru got twitchier the longer Cillian went without making a decision, to the point where he was reaching for the bottle once more and taking another deep swallow.
Finally Cillian picked up his pencil and wrote under his previous note. I dare you to go out in the hall and throw a water balloon on a canoodling couple. He passed the paper over to Therru with a grin of childish glee on his face. The other boy had to blink several times to even force himself to look away from Cillian’s luminous face and actually read the paper he had been given. It was the first look of obvious joy he had seen on the long-haired boy’s face and it made him look even more beautiful.
Blushing deeply at that thought, he quickly jerked his gaze down to the note in his hand, his own lips twitching at what was written there. “Nice…” he said, setting the paper down and making sure that Cillian had a firm grip on the whiskey bottle before he clambered off the bed, wand in hand. Making his way only slightly unsteadily to the door, Cillian close behind seemingly unconcerned that he was wearing only a t-shirt and underwear, whiskey bottle in hand.
Following Therru out of the common room and into the hall, Cillian watched as the grey-eyed boy grinned with barely contained drunken glee at the Slytherin couple he spotted making out in a dimly lit corner. Conjuring up a bright pink water balloon he chucked it at the couple with unerring accuracy where it splattered fantastically and soaked them, the girl screeching loudly.
Laughing uproariously, Therru grabbed Cillian’s thin wrist and they hot-footed it back down the hall and into their dorm room, Therru still laughing uncontrollably and even Cillian doubled over in silent giggles.
Eventually Therru realized he was still holding onto Cillian’s wrist and he let it drop like he was being burned. He was drunk - or getting there - but not quite drunk enough to be unembarrassed by actions that could easily be misconstrued.
Holding his hand out for the bottle and taking it when Cillian passed it over, he took another drink and climbed back onto his bed, settling with his back against the headboard, legs crossed. He watched with glittering eyes as Cillian carefully climbed onto the mattress after him, leaning forward to take the bottle from him. He tried not to look, really he did. After all, he had never been the kind of guy who had looked down girls shirts when they bent over, so why were his eyes glued to Cillian’s throat and chest as the shirt draped away from his skin as he stretched forward?
Whatever the reason, he was rewarded with a glimpse of smooth golden skin, small tawny nipples and lean wiry muscles. Swallowing heavily, his mouth suddenly dry, he averted his eyes and reached blindly for the alcohol.
If Cillian noticed anything wrong, he didn’t make any comment on it, merely relinquishing control of the bottle, even as he stayed on his knees within touching distance of Therru.
“Truth or dare?” Therru managed to husk out, his voice a little rougher for the abuse it had take from his chugging of the whiskey, eyes never leaving the brilliant blue of Cillian’s. Something had changed in the air of the room and Therru wasn’t sure he was ready to think about what it was. He was saved from having to contemplate it too deeply when Cillian once again signed true.
Nervously playing with the top button of his dress shirt, Therru popped it open, feeling sweat trickling down the back of his neck onto his collar. He was sure it was just from the flush of the booze, but he couldn’t help feeling like the temperature of the room had risen significantly.
Cillian blinked wide blue eyes as Therru stared at him with an unfathomable expression in his grey eyes. He fiddled with the lip of the whiskey bottle, delicate fingers circling the edge and dipping inside before he absently brought them to his lips and sucked at the alcohol there. A small spark of something clicking in his brain twinged as Therru followed his motions before licking his lips and speaking, voice slightly strained. “Have you… ever kissed anyone before?”
That was definitely not a question Cillian would have ever expected Therru to ask, and if there had been a little less alcohol in him he might have merely blushed and attempted to avoid answering. As it was, he was just drunk enough to lean back on his arms and consider the question seriously before reaching for his pencil and paper, fumbling slightly as he misjudged the distance. A silent giggle shook his frame as he struggled to flip to a fresh page and make his writing legible. Considering it was only a one word answer, it took him a lot longer then was reasonable to write it. Nope.
Therru was both surprised and unsurprised at Cillian’s answer. Surprised because he didn’t see how someone as good looking as the pretty boy in front of him could have gotten to seventeen without someone trying to kiss him; unsurprised because it was obvious just by looking at him that he was innocent. He didn’t push for an explanation though, just nodding faintly and reaching for the bottle, taking another drink.
True dare? Cillian signed.
“Dare,” Therru said, licking the drink from his lips and setting the almost empty bottle down on the bedside table before they knocked it over. He didn’t have to wait long for Cillian to write his dare, though his motions were carefully controlled as if he was having trouble seeing straight. Therru was actually surprised it had taken him this long to be effected by the alcohol, with the boy’s slight form he had expected him to be a lot drunker a lot sooner.
Cillian shuffled forward on the mattress on his hands and knees, pad clenched in one small fist as he straightened in front of Therru’s crossed legs, holding the paper up so the other boy could read it.
Blue eyes glimmered with a mixture of mischievousness and interest as he waited for Therru to respond.
Kiss me.
Therru’s breath hitched at the words on the paper, any common sense he had left evaporating. He wanted to say ‘are you sure?’ but this was a dare, not a date and his mind was busy trying to tell him that this was the best dare ever and if he didn’t do it he was a moron. His body agreed wholeheartedly as he felt his stomach tighten in lust, blood pumping hotly through his veins to fully harden his already half-hard cock.
Taking the paper from Cillian’s hand he dropped it to the bedspread carelessly. They didn’t need communication for this. At least not the kind with words.
Cillian felt his pulse speed up at the hungry look that settled onto Therru’s sharp features and he felt himself leaning closer as the other boy relieved him of his notepad and settled long-fingered hands on the sides of his face before sliding back further to cup the back of his neck and tug him forward. He had no idea if Therru kept his eyes open or not because his own had fluttered shut as the taller boy leaned forward and gently pressed their lips together.
It was simple at first. Just the firm pressure of lips on lips, but Therru was a little too drunk and a little too turned on to just stop there. Tilting his head he licked at the seam of Cillian’s lips, chest tightening in euphoria as the mute boy obligingly parted them even as his hands rose up to grip Therru’s shoulders.
Cillian was quickly swept into the feeling of Therru’s mouth on his and he allowed the boy to plunder the recesses of his mouth until he had to pull back for air, thin chest heaving as he blinked open his eyes slowly. They were still only inches away from each other, his hands on Therru’s shoulders, Therru’s hands still tangled in his overlong dark hair.
“Truth or dare,” Therru whispered, his warm breath ghosting over Cillian’s suddenly sensitive lips.
Struggling to think, Cillian lifted one hand from Therru’s lean muscled shoulder to spell out dare, watching as a wicked grin slid across the other boy’s face. He didn’t know what was going through Therru’s mind, but strangely he found that he trusted him. And not just because he’d seen him in a dress and hadn’t laughed or run away.
Something about the other boy made him feel peaceful inside, like it quieted down the riotous emotions that so often seemed to bubble up inside. … Or maybe that was the booze talking. Either way, whatever Therru chose to ask of him next was fine.
Therru blinked slowly as he struggled to keep his hormones under control. Obviously if Cillian had never kissed anyone before now he hadn’t done anything else either and as much as Therru wanted to dare him to take things further, he wasn’t going to ask something of the boy that he had no experience in. … What the hell; it wasn’t like he had any experience either. “I dare you to suck me off,” he said before his conscience could connect to his brain and if he hadn’t been drinking steadily he would never have said that, probably wouldn’t even have thought it.
For a moment the dorm room was perfectly silent as Cillian just stared at Therru, processing what he had just said. Still… a dare was a dare. Pushing at Therru’s chest with surprising strength until the boy was nestled against the pillows piled against the headboard, he settled slim hands on the boy’s ankles and tugged his legs out of their cross legged position to spread on either side of him.
While he honestly had no idea what he was doing, he didn’t think it really could be that hard to do. After all, even if he was a virgin it didn’t mean he didn’t masturbate, so he was well aware how easy it was to get a guy off. Plus, they both had been drinking like fishes since they had bumped into each other, which meant their collective stamina was probably not the best right now.
Nimble fingers undid Therru’s jeans and tugged them down, pushing them off the side of the bed. Settling on his stomach between the boy’s spread legs he paused and looked up at Therru who was watching him with a lustful and slightly nervous expression. Cillian paused for a moment, not to consider the situation because quite frankly he was a little too drunk to worry about the fact that he was about to attempt to perform oral sex on a relative stranger, but because he really did have no idea what he was doing.
Licking his lips slightly in apprehension and glancing up with a small smirk at the shuddering breath and faint noise that escaped Therru at the motion, he slipped his hand into the opening of the other boy’s boxers, fingers brushing tentatively at the feel of smooth and silky skin he found there.
Therru’s breath hitched as his legs were spread by Cillian, the boy settling himself between them to tug off his jeans and throw them to the floor before resting on his stomach on the mattress. He inhaled sharply when slender fingers slid inside his underwear, the feel of soft skin and blunt smooth nails brushing against his cock so much more arousing then he could have imagined.
Letting his head fall back, his eyes closed. He knew with the amount of alcohol in his system he would come quickly enough, he didn’t need the temptation to come even faster by watching as Cillian’s full pink lips brought him to climax. He shivered a little as Cillian tugged him free of his boxers. It was a strange sensation, a hand on his dick that wasn’t his own, yet he couldn’t deny that it felt good. He moaned a little, missing the look Cillian gave him because his eyes were shut.
Cillian stared at the cock in his hand, smooth pale flesh flushed slightly pink with blood. His hold was loose but he could still feel the faint steady throb of Therru’s pulse against his palm. Deciding he might as well just ‘dive in’ as it were, he licked hesitantly at the tip and was rewarded by a sharp exhale of air from the other boy as well as a twitch of his hips.
For the second time tonight, Cillian felt a flush crawl over his body that wasn’t alcohol related, and he resisted the urge to squirm against the mattress as he felt his own erection building. It hadn’t occurred to him that he would get hard from doing this, after all it was just a dare, a game. How wrong he had been, because though it may have started out as just a game, when he hadn’t been paying attention it had escalated into something so much more.
Growing bolder, Cillian wet his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue before sucking the head of Therru’s cock into his mouth. It was soft and tasted slightly salty, but not unpleasant. Different than licking normal skin, but not bad. It was also gratifying to hear the sounds that spilled from Therru’s mouth, low moans and bitten off curses as he experimented with his mouth and tongue.
“Ngh… Cillian… stop…” Therru’s voice was strained as he struggled to push Cillian up by the shoulders. He could feel his orgasm building, hot and tight, and the last thing that he wanted was for the other boy to have to swallow - or worse; choke - on his release.
Refusing to be dislodged, Cillian tightened his lips, bobbing his head and pressing his tongue into the slit as his hand stroked what he couldn’t fit into his mouth. Still, he was taken off guard when Therru pulsed into his mouth with a choked back grunt and he only managed to swallow a little before he jerked his head back and coughed faintly even as Therru continued to come, spattering his face a little before he could sit up out of range.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Therru said softly, the alcohol in his system strengthening his accent and slowing his reflexes. He glanced around for something to clean the other boy up with as Cillian rubbed at his tingling lips with the back of one hand.
Dragging him forward gently after tucking himself back into his boxers, Therru sat with the skinny boy between his spread legs and wiped at the mess on his face. He was surprised to see that when he pulled back there was a small pleased smile on Cillian’s face. It made Therru’s spent body try and twitch with interest at the idea of why the other boy was so happy.
“You… liked it, didn’t you,” he asked. He felt his cheeks flush once more as he couldn’t use the exact words he wanted to say, which was funny considering he had managed well enough to dare the other boy to ‘suck him off’, so why was it so hard to ask Cillian if he had enjoyed sucking his cock? For some reason it seemed so much more cheap to say that now that he’d actually done it.
Cillian blushed, ducking his head and playing with the pulled threads of the bedspread as he studiously avoided Therru’s gaze. It felt stupid to be embarrassed by words after what he’d just done, but he still was. He nodded faintly though and felt his blush spread to his ears. His head jerked up in surprise when he felt Therru’s arms wrap around him, pulling him even further into the boy’s embrace until he was cuddled against the solidly but thinly built boy’s chest.
“Thank you.”
The mute boy turned at Therru’s voice and was taken off guard as hot lips were pressed to his once more. A sharp inhaled breath of surprise was all the motion he had the chance to make before the other boy’s tongue was sliding into his mouth.
It felt weird, someone else’s tongue in your mouth. It should probably have felt gross but it didn’t. Instead he felt the hot flush of arousal flooding his body and he twisted in Therru’s embrace to settle properly against him until they were chest to chest and groin to groin, the sharp angles and flat planes of their bodies fitting together almost perfectly.
Wrapping his arms up around the other boy’s neck he made a gasping sound of approval as they kissed. It was sloppy and damp, teeth bumping and nipping as they struggled to match their movements, but neither of them would have traded the awkwardness of the moment for a perfect kiss with anyone else.
Therru let out a soft growl as he twisted sharply, rolling Cillian beneath him and pressing him into the mattress with a sharp jerk of his hips.
Mouth open and panting, Cillian felt his eyes roll back slightly at the feel of the other boy’s cock, hard again against his own. If he could speak he would have been moaning Therru’s name and pleas for more, harder, again. Instead he tried to show his approval and encouragement by lifting his hips to press back against the other boy even as his hands tangled almost painfully in Therru’s soft black hair.
Therru grunted softly in pleasure at the feel of Cillian’s hands in his hair even as he shoved the boy’s shirt up to the nipples that had been teasing him earlier. Deciding that if Cillian could suck cock without having done it before, he could use his mouth on the slender boy’s body as well. Arching his back to bring his lips into contact with Cillian’s soft skin, he licked a damp path from his belly button up the centre of his chest before veering off to one side and licking a lazy circle around one tight nipple.
It was gratifying to feel Cillian squirm beneath him, silent except for panting laboured breaths as he grew impossibly harder beneath Therru’s body. He moved his attention to the other nub, biting it gently between his teeth and almost losing his balance on top of the boy when Cillian arched sharply and unexpectedly.
Strong hands tugged Therru up by their grip in his hair and the grey-eyed boy grinned with smug male pride at the irritated expression on Cillian’s face. If there was such a thing as telepathy he was sure that Cillian would be telling him to stop being a tease. Admittedly, Therru would love to not be a tease, but he wasn’t sure how to go about what they both seemed to be wanting.
Deciding a good place to start would be to get naked, he sat up quickly and watched every pale section of skin that was revealed as Therru opened button after button.
It almost seemed to Therru like his shirt had more buttons than usual today because it felt like forever before he reached the bottom and tugged the white linen dress shirt off, tossing it off the side of the bed to land near his jeans before turning his attention back to Cillian and sliding his hands under the boy’s t-shirt to push it up once more, forcing the shorter boy to sit up as he tugged it over his head and off.
Cillian felt a little more than apprehensive as Therru relieved him of his shirt, but there was enough alcohol in his system to temper his natural urge to be ashamed of his scars. Allowing himself to be rolled onto his stomach, he tensed slightly as Therru started at the base of his spine above his underwear and laid gentle kisses across the ravaged skin of his back all the way up to his shoulders. It was like having a heavy warm breathing blanket draped over him as Therru seemed disinclined to move.
“Relax, this is new for me too, but I won’t hurt you if I can help it,” Therru said in a deep calm voice in Cillian’s ear, watching the side of Cillian’s face that was visible and not pressed into the soft pile of pillows. When it moved slightly in a nod, Therru felt a knot in his chest relax and he lifted his weight off of Cillian’s back for a moment to sit back on his heels.
He wasn’t stupid, he knew he would need something to… to… ease the way - he felt his face flush just thinking about it - but he didn’t know what to use. Whenever he jerked off it was usually in the shower because there was less chance of someone catching you or messing up your sheets, so it’s not like he just had lube laying around.
Sliding off the mattress and going to his wash bag he rummaged around, frowning when he didn’t find anything that he could use. Cursing under his breath he spun around and almost fell over, the booze causing the room to spin around him. Just then his face lit up and he stumbled to his trunk, flinging it open and pushing things aside until he found what he was looking for. His mother had sent him some ridiculous girly face lotion for ‘sensitive skin’ that he had promptly tossed back into his trunk and forgotten about it. Snatching it up he scrambled back to the bed, climbing on and almost missing it and falling to the floor before he caught himself on the bedpost and made it back up without further injury.
Cillian hadn’t moved during the time he had been gone, though his shoulders were tenser.
Straddling the boy’s lean hips he set the tube of lotion next to him before curling warm fingers under the waistband of his soft boxer-briefs. Inhaling deeply, nerves and lust writhing in his stomach, Therru tugged them slowly down, over the curve of the other boy’s surprisingly round ass and long legs. Swallowing heavily, he ran the palm of his hand over the boy’s butt, a little bit of sadness welling up in him when he saw the scars that littered the rest of Cillian’s body as well.
“Poor Cillian,” he murmured, smoothing his hands all over the boy’s body, hands kneading into his shoulders and back in a massage until he could feel a low rumbling noise coming from the slender boy. Therru’s lips twitched up slightly as he stood on the bed, tugging his own boxers down and bouncing back down.
Cillian twisted on his side to look at Therru, one dark brow arched in amusement. His cheeks were pink, flushed with embarrassment, alcohol, and arousal, and he couldn’t help but turn and bury his face back in the blankets as he caught sight of Therru fully naked. He squirmed slightly on the mattress, rubbing at the blankets beneath his naked body to garner some friction against his hard erection.
Kissing his way down Cillian’s spine, Therru opened the tube and squirted some into his hand, blinking nervously, he rubbed his hands together to spread the lotion before sliding his hands over the other boy’s skin and down the crease of his ass. “Just… relax, okay?”
Finding the small hole he rubbed at it gently before easing the tip of one finger inside. Feeling Cillian jerk beneath him he paused, worried he was hurting him. That worry was erased when Cillian turned his head to look over his shoulder, blue eyes hot with passion.
Whether it was the look in the other Irish boy’s eyes or the liquid courage swirling through his system, Therru stopped feeling nervous, working his finger into the tight space slowly, moving it until Cillian’s hips were rolling into the mattress in a quest for friction. Easing a second finger in, Therru was rewarded with a loud gasp from Cillian and it didn’t take long before the pretty boy was raised on his knees, face resting on folded arms as he tried to push back onto Therru’s hand.
“You like that too?” Therru asked, his voice rough as he tentatively brought a hand around to curl his fingers around the other boy’s erection, giving it a delicate squeeze and stroke that had Cillian’s back arching even as he nodded into his folded arms. “Can I… please?”
Therru’s voice was strained as he felt Cillian tighten around his fingers, he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last even having come once already. He was so hot and tight and Therru could feel his pulse fast against his fingers.
Cillian nodded once more and Therru sighed with relief and tugged his fingers slowly free before picking up the lotion and squirting more into his hand to slide it carefully over his cock. Even though his touch was light, he still felt his hips twitch forward into his hand. Resting his free hand on Cillian’s hip he held himself steady and pressed forward slowly.
Moaning lowly as he slid slowly inside Cillian he had to stop several times or risk coming right then at the feeling of the tight hot compression around his cock. “Jesus… Cillian, so tight…” Rubbing his hands up Cillian’s sweaty sides, he molded his chest against the boy’s back as he thrust slowly and shallowly. It was short jerky movements and even as he wrapped his hand back around the other boy’s dick, tugging at it as he kissed one scarred shoulder he could feel the tension building tight and sweet in his belly.
Cillian’s hips were jerking forward into his touch as his hand slid easily, then back as he tried to make Therru move faster and harder. Taking the hint Therru pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, causing Cillian to gasp.
Deciding he liked that noise, Therru pulled back again and repeated the motion, the angle just right. Cillian’s mouth fell slack and his eyes closed as he smacked Therru’s hand away from his cock and took himself in hand, pulling and sliding on his body in the way he liked best until he was coming with a clench of all his muscles.
Therru, who had settled both hands on the boy’s narrow hips at being pushed away had just continued fucking him hard and when Cillian reached his orgasm, the tightening of his body around his cock made him see white and he came as well, hips continuing to move automatically as he struggled to keep thrusting through tight mind-blowing friction. When he finally stilled, collapsing on top of the smaller boy and pressing him into the mattress, he couldn’t move, pleasure and whiskey buzzing through his veins until Cillian wiggled beneath him and he slid out of the boy’s body slowly and carefully.
Not caring that he was sore and sticky, he shifted as little as possible on the bed to tug the comforter out beneath them and pulling it over top. Wrapping his arms around the other boy, he was going to say something but it didn’t matter, Cillian had already passed out. Whether the alcohol had finally won or he was just exhausted, Therru didn’t know or care because his own eyes were heavy.
His only thought before he fell asleep was that he hoped neither of them forgot what had happened by the time they woke up.
A more important thought would have been that neither of them had bothered to lock the dorm door when they had began.
of the Therru/Thierry couple; and Cillian Catherwood
of the Naoya/Eddie/Cillian threesome.
Title: Dude Looks Like A Lady
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, sex, ghei sex, underage drinking ohnoes~, crossdressing, gender confusion...
Disclaimer: Damn straight these are our characters.
Word Count: 7347 (wtf... this is what I get for putting someone asexual and someone innocent together...)
Therru wasn’t sure why he was at the Ball. He wasn’t generally a social creature and he was usually less so when he was actually expected to a) have a date and b) be nice. For whatever reason though, he was here and it was only because he had managed to not get his flask confiscated like a bunch of moronic fifth years that the event was mildly passable.
As he sat there, solemn grey eyes taking in the ridiculousness of his fellow students, his attention wandered over to a really pissed off looking brunette in simple blue dress that made her eyes even bluer. Therru watched with unabashed interest as she crossed slim arms over her chest and glared daggers at the punkish looking boy by her side. Whatever the boy was saying didn’t seem to be going over that well with her because she didn’t respond, merely frowned harder, full lips pursed tightly.
The boy tried one more time before casting her a face that would have put a kicked puppy to shame - to no avail - and walked off.
With an exhaled huff that caused one silky looking strand of hair to flutter on her cheek, she threw herself into a chair at an empty table away from the dance floor and turned her glare towards a plate of desserts near her elbow. Therru took another sip from his flask and watched with amusement as she hovered delicate fingers over the tray in contemplation before plucking something up and popping it into her mouth.
He wasn’t sure what it was about her that kept his interest - especially since more than a few had tried and failed tonight - but he continued to watch her anyway.
Every now and then the strap of her dress would fall down one freckled shoulder and she would transfer her displeasure from nothing to the slip of material that dared to follow the laws of gravity.
It was right about the time she picked up her fourth dessert that Therru stood from his own chair and plopped into the one next to hers. He didn’t know why he did it, later he would maybe chalk it up to temporary insanity, but he held out his flask and said in his lilting accent; brought out more by the amount he had been imbibing already tonight, “Here. You look like you need this more than I do.”
She took the flask silently, a grateful expression in wide blue eyes that were framed by impossibly thick and long lashes as she tilted her head back and drank like a pro. Or an Irishman.
Therru stared, mouth agape a little as she swallowed and let out a soft sigh before handing him back the flask. The dark-haired boy had never met a girl who could down Jameson’s like that before. It was probably the same temporary insanity that had led him over to her table that opened his mouth once more, spilling the next words from it. “You want to get out of here?”
An amused expression crossed her face, as if she knew something he didn’t but she nodded and stood, adjusting the strap of her dress once more with an aggravated expression on her face.
Therru couldn’t help but chuckle, earning him a small smile on plush lips. Whether it was that damn temporary insanity or the amount of booze he’d already ingested, he couldn’t stop the way a lot of his blood rushed south as he focused on her lips, soft and pink. Pushing away those thoughts he led the way from the overly warm Great Hall out through the entrance hall and onto the front steps.
Stopping to let his companion go past, his eyes widened in shock at the scars littering her back that showed above the dress-line. They didn’t bother him in the least, but he was surprised that she allowed them to show. Most girls would have been bothered by them and worn a style of dress that hid them.
Unable to help himself, he touched long fingers to the sharp angles of her shoulder blades, tracing down the largest scar with a light delicate touch. He must have surprised her because she jerked away from it and tripped over the hem of her dress, the silky material tangling around her legs as her arms wind-milled and she tumbled backwards down the steps.
“Shit!” Therru fumbled to catch her, only succeeding in losing his own balance as he tugged her towards him. They hit the grass and rolled, coming to a stop with Therru on top, nestled between her… what… the… fuck… between his legs. He rolled off he-him as quickly as he could, fumbling for his flask and taking a swig (and then another) as he stared at the gir-guy in front of him.
“You’re… you’re…” Therru couldn’t even finish the sentence because instead of looking upset, the strangely sil-no… not silent, mute; he knew this guy, he was in his own year, his own house-he looked amused; so why had Therru never noticed how pretty he was that he could apparently pass for a girl? Which brought him to the most important question (not the fact that his body hadn’t caught up to the knowledge that this girl was not a girl and he was still hard) but, “Why exactly are you in a dress?”
Before the boy answered, he gestured for Therru to pass over his flask, taking another deep drink before handing it back and pulling a small pad of paper and a pencil from … somewhere that Therru didn’t really want to think too deeply on as he attempted to not stare at the amount of pale golden leg the boy was flashing, blue silky dress having rucked up somewhere around his thighs when they had fallen.
Either the boy didn’t notice or he didn’t care that if Therru tilted his head just right (not that he would, not that he was remotely tempted) he would be able to see right up under his dress, because he didn’t stop what he was writing to move his legs or straighten the skirt of his dress.
His dress. His dress. His dress. Therru was still working on that one. He took another drink as he accepted the written upon notepad absently.
A housemate asked me to pretend to be his date to keep away his fangirls and boys. Not only didn’t it work, I think you broke one of my shoes… These aren’t mine you know.
Therru looked up at that part of the note and noticed the matching blue high-heeled shoes that the boy wore. They were narrow and delicate with a thin strap wrapped around slim ankles. Merlin… he really did look every inch the girl. Well… not every inch. But he wasn’t thinking about that. He pushed those thoughts away and continued reading.
Anyway, my name is Cillian. Sorry about the… confusion. I’ll understand if I’m not exactly what you were looking for in a girl.
Therru let out a snort of laughter at the last sentence, though he was already looking up at the other boy whose own lips were curved in silent amusement. “Cillian eh? No wonder you downed that Jameson’s like a proper Irish lad. M’name is Therru.” While he was a bit confused by his apparent physical attraction to the boy as a girl (and maybe still as a boy) that didn’t mean he was going to be rude about it.
Climbing to his feet - and emphatically not looking at Cillian’s legs - he offered the slender boy a hand up, watching with mild amusement as he slipped off his shoes (one indeed broken) and frowned over the grass stains on the blue silk of his dress.
“Let me guess; not yours either?”
Cillian’s full lips lifted even more and he shook his head, his hair bouncing lightly around his face as he did so, distracting Therru.
Shit. This was bad. Therru had never questioned his sexuality before. Hadn’t ever thought about it at all to be honest. If asked he probably would have said in all seriousness that he was asexual. He had looked at both guys and girls with the same disinterested eye, so what was it about this admittedly pretty guy that had all the blood rushing to his cock when he thought he was a girl and even still when he knew he was a guy?
And why hadn’t he noticed him until he was wearing a dress? God he was sick. He shared a dorm with this guy and he’d never given him a second thought before now, and he’d only even looked his way because he had thought he was a really hot chick. What did that mean?
Shaking himself from his thoughts he followed Cillian back inside, all thoughts of a romantic walk on the grounds had been killed the instant he had … no. He was not thinking about laying on top of-NOT THINKING ABOUT IT! Nor was he noticing how pert the other boy’s ass was under the shiny-soft material of his dress as he followed him up the stairs. Nope. Definitely not noticing.
Fuck.
Therru finally caught some luck as they walked into the Common Room. It was completely empty, because even Hufflepuffs went to Balls and as they made their way to the seventh year boys dorm Therru wondered exactly why he was still following the other boy. He should have gone back into the Great Hall, drank some more, ate some more and maybe picked up a real girl this time.
Instead he was walking into the dorm behind Cillian and he didn’t even have any clue as to what the other boy was thinking.
He was unsurprised to see Cillian tugging off the dress when he stepped into the dorm room, though he was surprised to see that he wore almost skin tight pale blue boxer briefs. Unable to help himself, Therru wondered how the line of his underwear hadn’t shown through the thin material of the dress he had been wearing.
Therru was even more surprised to see just how many scars littered Cillian’s soft looking pale golden skin, stark white and easily visible in the light of the dorm room. It wasn’t too much of a shock that Cillian immediately reached for a plain white t-shirt and tugged it on before turning back to Therru who still stood frozen in the doorway. He stepped inside and let the door fall shut when the other Irish boy beckoned him forward, bending down to dig something out from under his bed - and giving Therru a view of a tight ass that had his previously waning erection perking right back up.
Cursing under his breath, Therru pulled off his jacket and tossed it over his trunk before sitting cross-legged on his bed, resolutely not looking in Cillian’s direction.
The mute boy didn’t seem to mind at all that Therru was apparently ignoring him, because he merely flopped onto the high mattress next to him and held out a large bottle of Ireland’s best whiskey.
“And how did you manage to keep that hidden,” Therru couldn’t help but crow as he looked at it with light grey eyes even as he obligingly took it and tipped it back for a healthy swallow. He gasped slightly in appreciation as it burned a sweet liquid path down his throat and into his stomach. As he passed the bottle back to Cillian he was handed a new note. Reading it, he blinked slightly before shrugging in answer. “Sure. Why not.”
Truth or dare?
Cillian grinned widely before taking his own swallow of the alcohol. He knew it was a juvenile game, but sometimes it was fun, made more entertaining by the presence of alcohol. Holding the bottle carefully between his knees as he knelt on the bedspread, he scribbled out a quick note before spelling out dare and another before signing true.
Therru nodded to indicate his comprehension before reaching for the bottle by Cillian’s legs. His pale cheeks flushed slightly in a way that didn’t get missed by the prettier boy, though he didn’t make any sort of comment on it. Once he had taken a fortifying swig of the alcohol he asked, “All right then. Truth or dare?”
Cillian took another sip as well as he considered his options. He honestly didn’t think that Therru was going to ask him to spill - or do - anything seriously traumatizing, so he signed true and waited. And waited as Therru continued to stare at him thoughtfully. Maybe he thought Cillian was boring enough that he couldn’t think of any interesting truth questions? Just as Cillian was about to change his decision to dare, Therru spoke.
“How did you get those scars?”
That was surprisingly the last thing that Cillian had expected him to ask. It probably shouldn’t have been, what with the inquisitive way that Therru had tried to touch them before, but he was still taken off guard. Biting his lower lip in thought, his eyes were unseeing for a moment as he considered how much - or how much truth - Therru would be comfortable with.
Therru swallowed heavily as Cillian’s small white teeth indented the velvety soft looking curve of his lower lip as he thought. His own mind was telling him that this was all a Very Bad Idea. It wasn’t that he was homophobic; he’d honestly never cared enough to hate someone for who they were attracted to. It was more that he was at a loss of what to do with someone of either sex and mixing alcohol with sexual attraction was probably number one on a list of things that were Not Going To End Well.
Finally Cillian picked his pencil back up and wrote slowly and carefully as if he were considering every word that he was putting down before he pushed the notepad across the bedspread to the paler boy.
Bullying. I have the joy of being the target of every homophobe, bigot and asshole who has something against someone who is different, smarter, prettier, more, whatever.
Reading the note with a frown, Therru didn’t even notice when Cillian took another deep drink, though he absently held his hand out for the bottle and was already tipsy enough to not care when Cillian’s fingers brushed his as he passed it over, though he fought back the shudder of heat that crawled up his arm and down his spine before settling in his groin.
Then he focused on one word in Cillian’s answer. Have. Not had. Not past tense. Present tense. He has the joy of… “You still get bullied?!” Therru almost didn’t recognize the sharp anger in his voice. He had never been one for extreme emotions, he usually only ranged from apathy to mild enthusiasm over anything. So to hear the anger in his own voice surprised him as well as Cillian judging by the look on the slim boy’s face.
A slight nod answered his question as well as a Gallic shrug with lifted hands that translated pretty much to ‘c’est la vie’.
“It is not all right,” Therru hissed, reaching for the bottle and taking a deep burning gulp that he had to fight not to cough up and embarrass his Irish heritage. Rubbing at cheeks he was sure were flushing pink - and hoping that the other boy would assume it was the amount of alcohol they had both been pouring down their throats - he tried to push away the feelings of anger and lust that were still spinning through his veins.
True dare? Cillian signed when Therru finally composed himself enough to look back up.
“Dare,” Therru said without hesitation, because he was thinking that if Cillian asked him what he was thinking he might answer honestly and damage this potentially budding friendship.
Cillian fell into thought as he considered what would garner the most amusement right now - which considering how well on the way he was to being more than pleasantly sloshed, wouldn’t take much. Wiggling around on the mattress for a moment he settled into a comfortable position with his legs bent and curled under him. Tapping his chin thoughtfully, full lips pursed as his mind picked up and then discarded numerous ideas for dares.
Therru got twitchier the longer Cillian went without making a decision, to the point where he was reaching for the bottle once more and taking another deep swallow.
Finally Cillian picked up his pencil and wrote under his previous note. I dare you to go out in the hall and throw a water balloon on a canoodling couple. He passed the paper over to Therru with a grin of childish glee on his face. The other boy had to blink several times to even force himself to look away from Cillian’s luminous face and actually read the paper he had been given. It was the first look of obvious joy he had seen on the long-haired boy’s face and it made him look even more beautiful.
Blushing deeply at that thought, he quickly jerked his gaze down to the note in his hand, his own lips twitching at what was written there. “Nice…” he said, setting the paper down and making sure that Cillian had a firm grip on the whiskey bottle before he clambered off the bed, wand in hand. Making his way only slightly unsteadily to the door, Cillian close behind seemingly unconcerned that he was wearing only a t-shirt and underwear, whiskey bottle in hand.
Following Therru out of the common room and into the hall, Cillian watched as the grey-eyed boy grinned with barely contained drunken glee at the Slytherin couple he spotted making out in a dimly lit corner. Conjuring up a bright pink water balloon he chucked it at the couple with unerring accuracy where it splattered fantastically and soaked them, the girl screeching loudly.
Laughing uproariously, Therru grabbed Cillian’s thin wrist and they hot-footed it back down the hall and into their dorm room, Therru still laughing uncontrollably and even Cillian doubled over in silent giggles.
Eventually Therru realized he was still holding onto Cillian’s wrist and he let it drop like he was being burned. He was drunk - or getting there - but not quite drunk enough to be unembarrassed by actions that could easily be misconstrued.
Holding his hand out for the bottle and taking it when Cillian passed it over, he took another drink and climbed back onto his bed, settling with his back against the headboard, legs crossed. He watched with glittering eyes as Cillian carefully climbed onto the mattress after him, leaning forward to take the bottle from him. He tried not to look, really he did. After all, he had never been the kind of guy who had looked down girls shirts when they bent over, so why were his eyes glued to Cillian’s throat and chest as the shirt draped away from his skin as he stretched forward?
Whatever the reason, he was rewarded with a glimpse of smooth golden skin, small tawny nipples and lean wiry muscles. Swallowing heavily, his mouth suddenly dry, he averted his eyes and reached blindly for the alcohol.
If Cillian noticed anything wrong, he didn’t make any comment on it, merely relinquishing control of the bottle, even as he stayed on his knees within touching distance of Therru.
“Truth or dare?” Therru managed to husk out, his voice a little rougher for the abuse it had take from his chugging of the whiskey, eyes never leaving the brilliant blue of Cillian’s. Something had changed in the air of the room and Therru wasn’t sure he was ready to think about what it was. He was saved from having to contemplate it too deeply when Cillian once again signed true.
Nervously playing with the top button of his dress shirt, Therru popped it open, feeling sweat trickling down the back of his neck onto his collar. He was sure it was just from the flush of the booze, but he couldn’t help feeling like the temperature of the room had risen significantly.
Cillian blinked wide blue eyes as Therru stared at him with an unfathomable expression in his grey eyes. He fiddled with the lip of the whiskey bottle, delicate fingers circling the edge and dipping inside before he absently brought them to his lips and sucked at the alcohol there. A small spark of something clicking in his brain twinged as Therru followed his motions before licking his lips and speaking, voice slightly strained. “Have you… ever kissed anyone before?”
That was definitely not a question Cillian would have ever expected Therru to ask, and if there had been a little less alcohol in him he might have merely blushed and attempted to avoid answering. As it was, he was just drunk enough to lean back on his arms and consider the question seriously before reaching for his pencil and paper, fumbling slightly as he misjudged the distance. A silent giggle shook his frame as he struggled to flip to a fresh page and make his writing legible. Considering it was only a one word answer, it took him a lot longer then was reasonable to write it. Nope.
Therru was both surprised and unsurprised at Cillian’s answer. Surprised because he didn’t see how someone as good looking as the pretty boy in front of him could have gotten to seventeen without someone trying to kiss him; unsurprised because it was obvious just by looking at him that he was innocent. He didn’t push for an explanation though, just nodding faintly and reaching for the bottle, taking another drink.
True dare? Cillian signed.
“Dare,” Therru said, licking the drink from his lips and setting the almost empty bottle down on the bedside table before they knocked it over. He didn’t have to wait long for Cillian to write his dare, though his motions were carefully controlled as if he was having trouble seeing straight. Therru was actually surprised it had taken him this long to be effected by the alcohol, with the boy’s slight form he had expected him to be a lot drunker a lot sooner.
Cillian shuffled forward on the mattress on his hands and knees, pad clenched in one small fist as he straightened in front of Therru’s crossed legs, holding the paper up so the other boy could read it.
Blue eyes glimmered with a mixture of mischievousness and interest as he waited for Therru to respond.
Kiss me.
Therru’s breath hitched at the words on the paper, any common sense he had left evaporating. He wanted to say ‘are you sure?’ but this was a dare, not a date and his mind was busy trying to tell him that this was the best dare ever and if he didn’t do it he was a moron. His body agreed wholeheartedly as he felt his stomach tighten in lust, blood pumping hotly through his veins to fully harden his already half-hard cock.
Taking the paper from Cillian’s hand he dropped it to the bedspread carelessly. They didn’t need communication for this. At least not the kind with words.
Cillian felt his pulse speed up at the hungry look that settled onto Therru’s sharp features and he felt himself leaning closer as the other boy relieved him of his notepad and settled long-fingered hands on the sides of his face before sliding back further to cup the back of his neck and tug him forward. He had no idea if Therru kept his eyes open or not because his own had fluttered shut as the taller boy leaned forward and gently pressed their lips together.
It was simple at first. Just the firm pressure of lips on lips, but Therru was a little too drunk and a little too turned on to just stop there. Tilting his head he licked at the seam of Cillian’s lips, chest tightening in euphoria as the mute boy obligingly parted them even as his hands rose up to grip Therru’s shoulders.
Cillian was quickly swept into the feeling of Therru’s mouth on his and he allowed the boy to plunder the recesses of his mouth until he had to pull back for air, thin chest heaving as he blinked open his eyes slowly. They were still only inches away from each other, his hands on Therru’s shoulders, Therru’s hands still tangled in his overlong dark hair.
“Truth or dare,” Therru whispered, his warm breath ghosting over Cillian’s suddenly sensitive lips.
Struggling to think, Cillian lifted one hand from Therru’s lean muscled shoulder to spell out dare, watching as a wicked grin slid across the other boy’s face. He didn’t know what was going through Therru’s mind, but strangely he found that he trusted him. And not just because he’d seen him in a dress and hadn’t laughed or run away.
Something about the other boy made him feel peaceful inside, like it quieted down the riotous emotions that so often seemed to bubble up inside. … Or maybe that was the booze talking. Either way, whatever Therru chose to ask of him next was fine.
Therru blinked slowly as he struggled to keep his hormones under control. Obviously if Cillian had never kissed anyone before now he hadn’t done anything else either and as much as Therru wanted to dare him to take things further, he wasn’t going to ask something of the boy that he had no experience in. … What the hell; it wasn’t like he had any experience either. “I dare you to suck me off,” he said before his conscience could connect to his brain and if he hadn’t been drinking steadily he would never have said that, probably wouldn’t even have thought it.
For a moment the dorm room was perfectly silent as Cillian just stared at Therru, processing what he had just said. Still… a dare was a dare. Pushing at Therru’s chest with surprising strength until the boy was nestled against the pillows piled against the headboard, he settled slim hands on the boy’s ankles and tugged his legs out of their cross legged position to spread on either side of him.
While he honestly had no idea what he was doing, he didn’t think it really could be that hard to do. After all, even if he was a virgin it didn’t mean he didn’t masturbate, so he was well aware how easy it was to get a guy off. Plus, they both had been drinking like fishes since they had bumped into each other, which meant their collective stamina was probably not the best right now.
Nimble fingers undid Therru’s jeans and tugged them down, pushing them off the side of the bed. Settling on his stomach between the boy’s spread legs he paused and looked up at Therru who was watching him with a lustful and slightly nervous expression. Cillian paused for a moment, not to consider the situation because quite frankly he was a little too drunk to worry about the fact that he was about to attempt to perform oral sex on a relative stranger, but because he really did have no idea what he was doing.
Licking his lips slightly in apprehension and glancing up with a small smirk at the shuddering breath and faint noise that escaped Therru at the motion, he slipped his hand into the opening of the other boy’s boxers, fingers brushing tentatively at the feel of smooth and silky skin he found there.
Therru’s breath hitched as his legs were spread by Cillian, the boy settling himself between them to tug off his jeans and throw them to the floor before resting on his stomach on the mattress. He inhaled sharply when slender fingers slid inside his underwear, the feel of soft skin and blunt smooth nails brushing against his cock so much more arousing then he could have imagined.
Letting his head fall back, his eyes closed. He knew with the amount of alcohol in his system he would come quickly enough, he didn’t need the temptation to come even faster by watching as Cillian’s full pink lips brought him to climax. He shivered a little as Cillian tugged him free of his boxers. It was a strange sensation, a hand on his dick that wasn’t his own, yet he couldn’t deny that it felt good. He moaned a little, missing the look Cillian gave him because his eyes were shut.
Cillian stared at the cock in his hand, smooth pale flesh flushed slightly pink with blood. His hold was loose but he could still feel the faint steady throb of Therru’s pulse against his palm. Deciding he might as well just ‘dive in’ as it were, he licked hesitantly at the tip and was rewarded by a sharp exhale of air from the other boy as well as a twitch of his hips.
For the second time tonight, Cillian felt a flush crawl over his body that wasn’t alcohol related, and he resisted the urge to squirm against the mattress as he felt his own erection building. It hadn’t occurred to him that he would get hard from doing this, after all it was just a dare, a game. How wrong he had been, because though it may have started out as just a game, when he hadn’t been paying attention it had escalated into something so much more.
Growing bolder, Cillian wet his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue before sucking the head of Therru’s cock into his mouth. It was soft and tasted slightly salty, but not unpleasant. Different than licking normal skin, but not bad. It was also gratifying to hear the sounds that spilled from Therru’s mouth, low moans and bitten off curses as he experimented with his mouth and tongue.
“Ngh… Cillian… stop…” Therru’s voice was strained as he struggled to push Cillian up by the shoulders. He could feel his orgasm building, hot and tight, and the last thing that he wanted was for the other boy to have to swallow - or worse; choke - on his release.
Refusing to be dislodged, Cillian tightened his lips, bobbing his head and pressing his tongue into the slit as his hand stroked what he couldn’t fit into his mouth. Still, he was taken off guard when Therru pulsed into his mouth with a choked back grunt and he only managed to swallow a little before he jerked his head back and coughed faintly even as Therru continued to come, spattering his face a little before he could sit up out of range.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Therru said softly, the alcohol in his system strengthening his accent and slowing his reflexes. He glanced around for something to clean the other boy up with as Cillian rubbed at his tingling lips with the back of one hand.
Dragging him forward gently after tucking himself back into his boxers, Therru sat with the skinny boy between his spread legs and wiped at the mess on his face. He was surprised to see that when he pulled back there was a small pleased smile on Cillian’s face. It made Therru’s spent body try and twitch with interest at the idea of why the other boy was so happy.
“You… liked it, didn’t you,” he asked. He felt his cheeks flush once more as he couldn’t use the exact words he wanted to say, which was funny considering he had managed well enough to dare the other boy to ‘suck him off’, so why was it so hard to ask Cillian if he had enjoyed sucking his cock? For some reason it seemed so much more cheap to say that now that he’d actually done it.
Cillian blushed, ducking his head and playing with the pulled threads of the bedspread as he studiously avoided Therru’s gaze. It felt stupid to be embarrassed by words after what he’d just done, but he still was. He nodded faintly though and felt his blush spread to his ears. His head jerked up in surprise when he felt Therru’s arms wrap around him, pulling him even further into the boy’s embrace until he was cuddled against the solidly but thinly built boy’s chest.
“Thank you.”
The mute boy turned at Therru’s voice and was taken off guard as hot lips were pressed to his once more. A sharp inhaled breath of surprise was all the motion he had the chance to make before the other boy’s tongue was sliding into his mouth.
It felt weird, someone else’s tongue in your mouth. It should probably have felt gross but it didn’t. Instead he felt the hot flush of arousal flooding his body and he twisted in Therru’s embrace to settle properly against him until they were chest to chest and groin to groin, the sharp angles and flat planes of their bodies fitting together almost perfectly.
Wrapping his arms up around the other boy’s neck he made a gasping sound of approval as they kissed. It was sloppy and damp, teeth bumping and nipping as they struggled to match their movements, but neither of them would have traded the awkwardness of the moment for a perfect kiss with anyone else.
Therru let out a soft growl as he twisted sharply, rolling Cillian beneath him and pressing him into the mattress with a sharp jerk of his hips.
Mouth open and panting, Cillian felt his eyes roll back slightly at the feel of the other boy’s cock, hard again against his own. If he could speak he would have been moaning Therru’s name and pleas for more, harder, again. Instead he tried to show his approval and encouragement by lifting his hips to press back against the other boy even as his hands tangled almost painfully in Therru’s soft black hair.
Therru grunted softly in pleasure at the feel of Cillian’s hands in his hair even as he shoved the boy’s shirt up to the nipples that had been teasing him earlier. Deciding that if Cillian could suck cock without having done it before, he could use his mouth on the slender boy’s body as well. Arching his back to bring his lips into contact with Cillian’s soft skin, he licked a damp path from his belly button up the centre of his chest before veering off to one side and licking a lazy circle around one tight nipple.
It was gratifying to feel Cillian squirm beneath him, silent except for panting laboured breaths as he grew impossibly harder beneath Therru’s body. He moved his attention to the other nub, biting it gently between his teeth and almost losing his balance on top of the boy when Cillian arched sharply and unexpectedly.
Strong hands tugged Therru up by their grip in his hair and the grey-eyed boy grinned with smug male pride at the irritated expression on Cillian’s face. If there was such a thing as telepathy he was sure that Cillian would be telling him to stop being a tease. Admittedly, Therru would love to not be a tease, but he wasn’t sure how to go about what they both seemed to be wanting.
Deciding a good place to start would be to get naked, he sat up quickly and watched every pale section of skin that was revealed as Therru opened button after button.
It almost seemed to Therru like his shirt had more buttons than usual today because it felt like forever before he reached the bottom and tugged the white linen dress shirt off, tossing it off the side of the bed to land near his jeans before turning his attention back to Cillian and sliding his hands under the boy’s t-shirt to push it up once more, forcing the shorter boy to sit up as he tugged it over his head and off.
Cillian felt a little more than apprehensive as Therru relieved him of his shirt, but there was enough alcohol in his system to temper his natural urge to be ashamed of his scars. Allowing himself to be rolled onto his stomach, he tensed slightly as Therru started at the base of his spine above his underwear and laid gentle kisses across the ravaged skin of his back all the way up to his shoulders. It was like having a heavy warm breathing blanket draped over him as Therru seemed disinclined to move.
“Relax, this is new for me too, but I won’t hurt you if I can help it,” Therru said in a deep calm voice in Cillian’s ear, watching the side of Cillian’s face that was visible and not pressed into the soft pile of pillows. When it moved slightly in a nod, Therru felt a knot in his chest relax and he lifted his weight off of Cillian’s back for a moment to sit back on his heels.
He wasn’t stupid, he knew he would need something to… to… ease the way - he felt his face flush just thinking about it - but he didn’t know what to use. Whenever he jerked off it was usually in the shower because there was less chance of someone catching you or messing up your sheets, so it’s not like he just had lube laying around.
Sliding off the mattress and going to his wash bag he rummaged around, frowning when he didn’t find anything that he could use. Cursing under his breath he spun around and almost fell over, the booze causing the room to spin around him. Just then his face lit up and he stumbled to his trunk, flinging it open and pushing things aside until he found what he was looking for. His mother had sent him some ridiculous girly face lotion for ‘sensitive skin’ that he had promptly tossed back into his trunk and forgotten about it. Snatching it up he scrambled back to the bed, climbing on and almost missing it and falling to the floor before he caught himself on the bedpost and made it back up without further injury.
Cillian hadn’t moved during the time he had been gone, though his shoulders were tenser.
Straddling the boy’s lean hips he set the tube of lotion next to him before curling warm fingers under the waistband of his soft boxer-briefs. Inhaling deeply, nerves and lust writhing in his stomach, Therru tugged them slowly down, over the curve of the other boy’s surprisingly round ass and long legs. Swallowing heavily, he ran the palm of his hand over the boy’s butt, a little bit of sadness welling up in him when he saw the scars that littered the rest of Cillian’s body as well.
“Poor Cillian,” he murmured, smoothing his hands all over the boy’s body, hands kneading into his shoulders and back in a massage until he could feel a low rumbling noise coming from the slender boy. Therru’s lips twitched up slightly as he stood on the bed, tugging his own boxers down and bouncing back down.
Cillian twisted on his side to look at Therru, one dark brow arched in amusement. His cheeks were pink, flushed with embarrassment, alcohol, and arousal, and he couldn’t help but turn and bury his face back in the blankets as he caught sight of Therru fully naked. He squirmed slightly on the mattress, rubbing at the blankets beneath his naked body to garner some friction against his hard erection.
Kissing his way down Cillian’s spine, Therru opened the tube and squirted some into his hand, blinking nervously, he rubbed his hands together to spread the lotion before sliding his hands over the other boy’s skin and down the crease of his ass. “Just… relax, okay?”
Finding the small hole he rubbed at it gently before easing the tip of one finger inside. Feeling Cillian jerk beneath him he paused, worried he was hurting him. That worry was erased when Cillian turned his head to look over his shoulder, blue eyes hot with passion.
Whether it was the look in the other Irish boy’s eyes or the liquid courage swirling through his system, Therru stopped feeling nervous, working his finger into the tight space slowly, moving it until Cillian’s hips were rolling into the mattress in a quest for friction. Easing a second finger in, Therru was rewarded with a loud gasp from Cillian and it didn’t take long before the pretty boy was raised on his knees, face resting on folded arms as he tried to push back onto Therru’s hand.
“You like that too?” Therru asked, his voice rough as he tentatively brought a hand around to curl his fingers around the other boy’s erection, giving it a delicate squeeze and stroke that had Cillian’s back arching even as he nodded into his folded arms. “Can I… please?”
Therru’s voice was strained as he felt Cillian tighten around his fingers, he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last even having come once already. He was so hot and tight and Therru could feel his pulse fast against his fingers.
Cillian nodded once more and Therru sighed with relief and tugged his fingers slowly free before picking up the lotion and squirting more into his hand to slide it carefully over his cock. Even though his touch was light, he still felt his hips twitch forward into his hand. Resting his free hand on Cillian’s hip he held himself steady and pressed forward slowly.
Moaning lowly as he slid slowly inside Cillian he had to stop several times or risk coming right then at the feeling of the tight hot compression around his cock. “Jesus… Cillian, so tight…” Rubbing his hands up Cillian’s sweaty sides, he molded his chest against the boy’s back as he thrust slowly and shallowly. It was short jerky movements and even as he wrapped his hand back around the other boy’s dick, tugging at it as he kissed one scarred shoulder he could feel the tension building tight and sweet in his belly.
Cillian’s hips were jerking forward into his touch as his hand slid easily, then back as he tried to make Therru move faster and harder. Taking the hint Therru pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, causing Cillian to gasp.
Deciding he liked that noise, Therru pulled back again and repeated the motion, the angle just right. Cillian’s mouth fell slack and his eyes closed as he smacked Therru’s hand away from his cock and took himself in hand, pulling and sliding on his body in the way he liked best until he was coming with a clench of all his muscles.
Therru, who had settled both hands on the boy’s narrow hips at being pushed away had just continued fucking him hard and when Cillian reached his orgasm, the tightening of his body around his cock made him see white and he came as well, hips continuing to move automatically as he struggled to keep thrusting through tight mind-blowing friction. When he finally stilled, collapsing on top of the smaller boy and pressing him into the mattress, he couldn’t move, pleasure and whiskey buzzing through his veins until Cillian wiggled beneath him and he slid out of the boy’s body slowly and carefully.
Not caring that he was sore and sticky, he shifted as little as possible on the bed to tug the comforter out beneath them and pulling it over top. Wrapping his arms around the other boy, he was going to say something but it didn’t matter, Cillian had already passed out. Whether the alcohol had finally won or he was just exhausted, Therru didn’t know or care because his own eyes were heavy.
His only thought before he fell asleep was that he hoped neither of them forgot what had happened by the time they woke up.
A more important thought would have been that neither of them had bothered to lock the dorm door when they had began.