[ teenage dream 001 ] they could not believe that such a body was for real

[triedinception]

At sixteen, Eames wasn't supposed to be doing this. Partying, yes, that was kind of expected. But he was more than a bit shocked and angry at his mother having uprooted him and his younger brother from England and taking them to the US of A, settling them down in fuck - nowhere to finish off his schooling and his brother's. She wanted to get them

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[littlspecificty]

Arthur didn't go to many parties. At all. His first one had more or less made him sick and Lily, his best friend since he was ten, had managed to get them both out of there before they both got caught with the cops raiding it (not just a stereotype of the movies, apparently).

But since she was moving away in two weeks - and this party was suppose to be the last "major blow out of the summer" before school started - she had wanted her and Arthur to at least try one more party together. Even if it ended up being total shit; they could at least leave and go lay out at the pier and watch the stars and then the sun come up as they had a few times before.

Lily, however, was wanting at least a little bit of excitement before she left if it could be had (and possibly get a kiss from the girl she had been crushing on for nearly a year - even if it was only a drunken one, she'd take it). Arthur, friend that he was, agreed to go. Even as the summer evening was muggy and hot and most of the people at the party obnoxious idiots, Arthur would tolerate it for her if that was what she wanted.

Although he was glad he had ended up wearing the tank top and pants he did - not caring if some of the boys gave him catcalls for the seemingly feminine figure his teenage body seemed to take on - and was even more grateful for choosing the combination of spiced rum and cherry coke rather than the [bizarre] tequila and Sprite Lily had chosen to mix (and then burp in his face when he looked at her - which earned her a pinch on the butt, and that earned him a punch to one of his pecs).

By the time he heard that voice, so different from the others around him, he was actually thinking this party might not be so bad. Turning to face that voice, Arthur probably looked his full fifteen years, brown eyes and slightly flushed cheeks along pale skin.

[triedinception]

Eames was struck, in his tipsy state, by the rest of the person attached to that hair. Thin, about the same age (16 and 15 were no different to him or really, any of the kids here, except when you wanted to pull rank), pretty brown eyes and a flush.

But he gave the other teen a wide smile, not caring that it showed off his crooked teeth.

"Couldn't help noticing you there," he said, leaning back (more like melting) against the door frame he was against, putting his loose (and starting to hang low) jeans and light blue shirt (proclaiming a love for rugby) on display better. "Not to sound creepy or anything - I only know like, one or two people here."

[littlspecificty]

Arthur felt himself smile at the sight of those crooked teeth, and that accent only helped increase that grin, as he moved to lean on the opposite frame of the door. With his shoulder against the frame, putting his weight against that, his hips were jutting nicely against his cargo pants (also starting to hang low and Arthur was so buzzed by now he didn't bother to pull them up).

"I bet many couldn't help noticing that accent of yours. What are you doing on this side of the pond?"

[triedinception]

Now they were essentially blocking the doorway - which was fine, because it led to the upstairs hallway, where the hosts' bedroom and likely her parents were as well. They weren't sacrosanct, but no one had gone up there aside from using the bathroom once or twice.

Eames felt his gaze drawn to the cant of those hips, but he only glanced, licking his lips as he looked at the other boy's face.

"Oh, they were all demanding I say 'something, anything' earlier. I gave them a sonnet or two," he winked, and then raised his water bottle to take a drink. "Moved, of course."

[littlspecificty]

Arthur took another swallow of his drink before licking his lips and then rolling his eyes, "I'm sure they didn't understand a word of it if you really did recite a sonnet."

He then shakes his head, "You have my deepest sympathies for having to move here out of all the other places you could have gone."

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[triedinception]

"Are you saying you would?" Eames asks, in the same tone that implied he was offering a repeat performance if Arthur said yes.

At the second part Eames makes a face and shrugs. "Got in one there, innit. Mum has her reasons, she says, but it's still annoying. Guess I should be glad it was summer and not the middle of the school year."

Adding, a glance at Arthur again, "Though the company is getting better."

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[littlspecificty]

Taking another swallow of his drink, nodding his head, "I would be able to read all of Shakespeare's plays and understand them while also able to "translate" them for the people around us." He even gestured around them for emphasis.

He snorts at the latter, making his own face as he looks at the people around them, "Don't count on it getting too much better. This place blows." Okay, maybe Arthur was upset his best friend was leaving him here in this shit-pit all alone.

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[triedinception]

Eames grinned again to himself, glancing around before he closed his eyes briefly and then spoke as he opened them. To anyone bothering to pay attention, that he didn't recite so much as slip into the role of Hamlet was obvious.

"To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause."

He cleared his throat after he was done reciting the portion, and took another sip of water. "Well, thanks for the heads up on that anyway," he said dryly. "Considering the amount of just plain shit beer at this party, and how little people are drinking of the stuff that's good; that's a good indicator too. Speaking of which, what do you got there?"

[littlspecificty]

By the end of that Arthur had somehow closed his eyes during the "performance", letting the words flow over and through him and all their beauty and meaning and the voice attached to it just added to the experience, completely forgetting the party around them.

When he opened his eyes back up, his look was close to besotted. But not quite. If the other boy had recited from Henry V or Richard III Arthur might have moved in to kiss him. If he was anymore drunk he would have.

At the question, though, he blinked a few times, coming back to reality and shrugging as he looked down into his cup, "Spiced rum and cherry coke..." Looking back over where the other drinks were (and someone already passed out on a coffee table), "That brand sucks and vodka is too strong for me to take if I want to make an escape from this piss hole."

[triedinception]

Well, even a close-to-besotted look did interesting things to Eames right now, but he merely gave Arthur another grin as they continued talking.

"Sounds kinda nice," he admitted of the drink. "Got to try tequila, s'allright. I was never much for vodka," he said, and then laughed. "Planning on running out so early?"

The thing was, Eames had never slept with someone. A couple of boyfriends and girlfriends, certainly some heavy petting, but no actual sex beyond some brief and hurried touching. And yet, here he was flirting away with this teenager, quite obviously.

He wanted but he didn't really believe he'd get; he didn't know what to do if he did, only in theory.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur wrinkled his nose slightly, "My friend mixed tequila and Sprite. Don't like either. Vodka is good, just strong." He then gave a little laugh, grinning a little more at the other, shrugging again, almost shyly.

"Not if I find a reason to stay."

Arthur had barely kissed anyone let alone go "all the way". It wasn't for a lack of hormones or sexual desire, just not being able to find the right partner to do those "firsts" with.

[triedinception]

"It takes a bit of getting used to, but I warmed right up to it," Eames said, and then gave a tiny laugh to himself, finding something about the sentence funny.

That sentence, though... even with the almost-shy tone he could read it for what it was and he straightened up a little, shoulders shifting as he leaned forwards a bit.

"And what exactly might convince you to stay?"

[littlspecificty]

Arthur shrugged again, grinning into his cup, his "I don't know" distorted inside the mostly empty cup while his brown eyes looked over the rim at the other boy.

He had no idea what he was doing but he was definitely finding something of interest at this part now.

[triedinception]

"Well," Eames started after watching him peer at him a moment, "I'd be rather bereft if you left, having been the most interesting person at this party. And I haven't even gotten your name yet."

Eames stepped closer, careful not to crowd Arthur but definitely bringing into comparison their different heights and builds. He offered a hand.

"Eames, by the way. And if you do leave, I'll determined to prove a villain, and hate the idle pleasures of these days." His voice deepened into the baritone he'd always imagined Richard had had in his day, mangling the quote from the play slightly to suit his purposes.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur couldn't help but watch those lips as they moved closer and felt his cheeks grow hot at the words, actually biting on the rim of his plastic cup before saying, looking at the other boy from under his eyelashes, "You so mangled that line."

But he was not stopping him from getting closer.

[triedinception]

Eames saw those cheeks grow red, and knew one of his possible weaknesses now - Richard the Third quotes. Said plush lips stretched into a smile, leaning into his personal space most definitely now.

"It wouldn't have fit my sentence otherwise. Should I say it proper for you?" Eames said, completely serious because he would say it again, and added, "I still don't know whom I'm speaking to."