"I know I'm not alone, just adolescents you and I."

[nickthewarbler]

Who: nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeff
What: Pressures of teen life
Where: Nick and Jeff's dorm roon, Dalton Academy
When: Saturday night
Rating: Sexual references

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[warble_on_jeff]

Jeff looked up from the episode of Mythbusters he'd been watching as Nick walked into the room. His hair was a mess, and Jeff could almost feel the vibe of awkwardness coming off his roommate. Nick was deliberately taking his time looking back at Jeff, and the blonde knew it, though he couldn't place exactly why.

As he settled in the bed across from Jeff's, the blonde sat up, flopping the remote on the bed next to him. Resting his elbows on his knees, and his chin in his hands, he raised his eyes to meet Nick's. "What's going on, Nicky?" he asked, concern showing on his face. "Are you okay?"

[nickthewarbler]

Nick shrugged and twisted his lips to the side. "Yeah, I guess." It was all he said at first as he looked at the rug on the floor between their beds. "Maybe not so much? I don't know..."

He sighed again and then leaned over to dig some pyjama pants and a t-shirt out of his drawers with a quick check of the clock to see when his insulin was due. It was soon enough, he could get it out of the way. He got up and went over to his dresser to pick up his injection kit and then brought it back to the bed. "Abi wanted to have sex tonight."

[warble_on_jeff]

Something was definitely not right, and with his suspicions aroused, Jeff gave Nick a glance that clearly said that he wasn't buying any bullshit. "Nicky," he murmured, trying to gently goad him on toward getting out whatever was bothering him.

It didn't even occur to Jeff why that could be a problem. As far as he knew, people tended to do that when they were dating. "Yeah?" he replied, looking confused. "And? I mean, did she wanna try something freaky or something? You know what they say about private school girls..."

[nickthewarbler]

Nick unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, balling it up to throw over into his laundry hamper. He made a huffy sound of annoyance over the fact anything was even bothering him. It seemed like a stupid thing to be upset about.

He blinked and gave Jeff a confused look, pausing as he pulled out the little vial of insulin with a clean syringe. "No? I mean, I don't think so. I assumed she just wanted it normal. That seemed to be all she wanted. But I just... we got into it, and it was, like, down to our underwear and stuff, and I just chickened out. I dunno. I didn't want it. So, I just told her I was feeling sick and had to go home. I thought I did. It seemed like an okay idea when she suggested it, but once we got going, I didn't. I wimped out, and I don't know why, because she's totally hot. Maybe I should have just done it," he mumbled and then capped the syringe with the needle and pierce the insulin vial with it, drawing it up slowly.