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Author: Aublivienne
Story: untitled at the moment
Challenge: Vinegar #12 (do not remove this tag)
Extras/Toppings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 453
Summary: Martin takes charge of the relationship.
Notes: Being sick isn't good for the writing process. @_@ Still trying to hammer out a coherent plot with these two, hopefully I'll have something soon.
Martin slowly sat up and opened the window next to his bed. “You know, normal people just ring the doorbell,” he said.
“Yeah, but it's not like your parents are my biggest fans,” Sorian said, crawling in and making himself comfortable next to the dark-haired boy. “Feeling any better?”
“Not really.” Martin coughed and pulled the covers up to his chin. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
Sorian laughed nervously. “Yeah, so...remember that kid who hit you the other day?”
Martin sighed. The last thing he needed was some thug standing up for him, even if said thug was adorable. “What did you do?”
Sorian smirked as he kicked off his shoes and got under the covers. “He won't bother you anymore,” he said, playing with the drawstring on Martin's pants. “Unfortunately, the principal didn't see it my way.”
Martin pushed Sorian's hand away. “Don't be creepy. You know, I'd really like it if my parents liked you enough to let me bring you-“
“When are we gonna do it?”
Martin's face got hot. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“We-we've only gone on a few dates, and even then-“
“We've been on four dates, and it would have been five if we didn't spend the evening making out in the car.” Sorian shrugged. “But I guess we could count that one...”
“Exactly! We've only been on four dates!” Martin crossed his arms and glared. “I'm not going to sleep with you right now.”
“How about tomorrow?”
“No! It...it has to be...you know, special. Alright?”
Sorian chuckled. “I thought so.”
“What?”
“You're a virgin.”
Martin scowled. “So? At least I don't sleep around like you.”
“I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with being a virgin-“
“Look,” Martin said. “We're doing this on my terms. One: I'll let you know when I'm ready. Two: I'm not losing my virginity in a school bathroom like all of your other horndog conquests. Three: I want you to romance me, dammit. I don't want you to just tear off my pants in the back of your car and go at it. Is that clear?”
Sorian cocked his head and stared at his boyfriend. Damn, Martin thought, wincing. I blew it, didn't I?
“Fine,” the blond finally said. “You're lucky I like you.” He sighed and rested his head on Martin's shoulder. “How do you romance someone, anyway?”
“You'll have to figure that one out on your own.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.”
Sorian groaned and flipped the covers over his head. “You're very lucky I like you.”
Story: untitled at the moment
Challenge: Vinegar #12 (do not remove this tag)
Extras/Toppings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 453
Summary: Martin takes charge of the relationship.
Notes: Being sick isn't good for the writing process. @_@ Still trying to hammer out a coherent plot with these two, hopefully I'll have something soon.
Martin slowly sat up and opened the window next to his bed. “You know, normal people just ring the doorbell,” he said.
“Yeah, but it's not like your parents are my biggest fans,” Sorian said, crawling in and making himself comfortable next to the dark-haired boy. “Feeling any better?”
“Not really.” Martin coughed and pulled the covers up to his chin. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
Sorian laughed nervously. “Yeah, so...remember that kid who hit you the other day?”
Martin sighed. The last thing he needed was some thug standing up for him, even if said thug was adorable. “What did you do?”
Sorian smirked as he kicked off his shoes and got under the covers. “He won't bother you anymore,” he said, playing with the drawstring on Martin's pants. “Unfortunately, the principal didn't see it my way.”
Martin pushed Sorian's hand away. “Don't be creepy. You know, I'd really like it if my parents liked you enough to let me bring you-“
“When are we gonna do it?”
Martin's face got hot. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“We-we've only gone on a few dates, and even then-“
“We've been on four dates, and it would have been five if we didn't spend the evening making out in the car.” Sorian shrugged. “But I guess we could count that one...”
“Exactly! We've only been on four dates!” Martin crossed his arms and glared. “I'm not going to sleep with you right now.”
“How about tomorrow?”
“No! It...it has to be...you know, special. Alright?”
Sorian chuckled. “I thought so.”
“What?”
“You're a virgin.”
Martin scowled. “So? At least I don't sleep around like you.”
“I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with being a virgin-“
“Look,” Martin said. “We're doing this on my terms. One: I'll let you know when I'm ready. Two: I'm not losing my virginity in a school bathroom like all of your other horndog conquests. Three: I want you to romance me, dammit. I don't want you to just tear off my pants in the back of your car and go at it. Is that clear?”
Sorian cocked his head and stared at his boyfriend. Damn, Martin thought, wincing. I blew it, didn't I?
“Fine,” the blond finally said. “You're lucky I like you.” He sighed and rested his head on Martin's shoulder. “How do you romance someone, anyway?”
“You'll have to figure that one out on your own.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.”
Sorian groaned and flipped the covers over his head. “You're very lucky I like you.”