and you're both assholes, 1371 words
characters: gabe and damien
players: coffeebased and prolixbrevity
universe: marvel 626 owned by [info]mlina and [info]_thenothing_
title: and you're both assholes
rating: pg-13
notes: set after the library thing
Gabe knocked on Damien's door. He needed to talk to him now, before Josh got out of training. Whatever thing it was that they had between them had to be resolved.
It wasn't a particularly hot day to necessitate any less clothes than he normally wore, but Damien seemed to think it merited the long shower and the lack of fabric now upon his person. He had only just retrieved a clean change of clothes when a knock rapped on his door.
"Madre de dios," he muttered, pulling the door ajar with one hand, whilst the other clasped onto the towel that hid his lower body from view. "Can I help you?"
He paused, hand still in mid-knock, "Yeah. Can I come in?"
Damien stifled a cackle, "Coming in is never an issue, Gabriel. You can come in. I was just about to dress up."
"Thanks," Gabe sidestepped the other boy. He wasn't sure where to put himself, choosing to stand by the window. It seemed like a neutral place to stay. If anything else, he could escape through it if he, if things got out of hand. "I'm sure you know why I'm here."
He couldn't help it. Gabe sort of set himself up for his little jests. "I have an idea, but you never know. But to be safe, you.. Might want to be more precise with your wording, Gabriel." Damien let go of one end of the towel and proceeded to dry his hair. "Is it safe to presume you missed me?"
He looked down, eyes drawn by the movement, and immediately his head snapped back up. Gabe wasn't reddening, no of course not, "Dude, towel." Why did he even bother. "I just wanted to be clear that the other night was the last time."
"It was the last time, silly. That's what you call the event prior to this next time."
Gabe's mouth opened, then closed. "No, you douche, it's last as in never to be repeated again." He shook his head, "And that's pretty much why I'm here." He made his way to the door, "Mission accomplished, I'm going to go now."
Damien leapt back, pushing the door closed. "Gabri--Gabe, relax. I tease." Leaning back on the wooden exit, he wrapped himself tight with the towel, giving Gabe a look as if to say 'happy?'
"You don't have to go so soon."
"I really don't have any reason to stay." He shrugged, "Not that my reasoning skills have been up to par recently." The library thing was an example of that.
Nodding sagely, Damien pouted. "Please?" And he pointed to the stack of clothes he'd set out. "I'll be quick and we can go grab something to eat. Perfectly platonic, I promise."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but no chance in hell." Gabe shouldered past Damien, trying to make it to the door.
Damien was shoved aside but moved to push the door back in place, expecting a large bang with it as it closed. "No," his face seemed to say, as it hardened into an expression of resolution.
"Are you doing this because of Foley?" Damien asked, eyes digging into his target. He squeezed himself in between Gabe and the door.
"Or do you honestly want nothing more to do with me, Gabe?"
It had been stupid idea to come by. Gabe was beginning to doubt his motivation for even coming by. "No, I was just trying to be a nice guy." He punched the space beside Damien's head, "I want. Out."
"I'm afraid the message isn't that clear." Damien let both hands fall to the floor, rolling his palms into fists. "You might want to aim better.... 'Cause that other night wasn't just some fun little game for me, you ass."
He had to be joking. "Look, dude, I heard you hitting on Josh." And Gabe wanted to scrub that memory out of his head with steel wool. "So don't play that card with me."
"You expect me to be serious with the guy who ruined our evening? I was trying to diffuse the situation with a little confusing humor, Gabriel. Sorry for trying to make him hate me more than he hates you."
Gabe didn't trust Damien farther than he could throw him. "And you expect me to believe that." There wasn't much between him and getting out of this room, one push and... "And it's not like he could hate me anymore now."
Damien loosened his fists, that fucking pussy. His features softened as he listened, wondering whether keeping Gabe here was the right choice. "I'm sorry."
"You don't have anything to be sorry about," Gabe said. Damien was skeezy, and a douche, but the blame lay solely on his shoulders. "I decided to meet with you and I knew where it would lead."
"But the shit only hit the fan because I was klutzy and careless. I knew we should have headed for an empty classroom.."
"God, I want this to be over now." The next time he faced Josh, he wanted to do it with a clean conscience, a cleaner one anyway, "Yeah, water under the bridge, spilled milk, whatever." He hated the way Foley had looked at him, the way he hadn't been back to their room since the other night.
Damien frowned. Seriously, this was disappointing. Seventeen years of having his way and when he finally decides on something he doesn't want to let go of...[yet], they disappear. This just pissed him off.
It only took a second for Damien's expression to harden again; to open the door as wide as he could and to utter one word. "Fine."
And Damien kept to staring at the floor, his gaze like pointed daggers. Fine.
"What do I need to do to make sure this goes away?" Gabe could leave right now, really he could, but he didn't want Damien to be wandering around their school with a grudge. He'd seen it before, kids blowing up suddenly in corridors and making a big mess. "No hard feelings, no future surprises."
"No HARD feelings?" In a fraction of a moment, Damien had lunged at Gabe and tried to land a solid punch to his jaw. "Where the fuck is all this shit coming from? Who fucking said that he wasn't your anything? That it was all just sex? Seriously, Gabriel, you had better leave with just that to remember this meeting by or else you'll require full use of your mutation to help you recover from what I might just do."
Gabe didn't feel the pain from the impact, but Damien's words stung. "I didn't know he wanted me." God, Gabe really didn't want to get into this with him; his issues with Josh were his own stupidity. "He just wasn't saying anything, you know?" He didn't want to girlsuit but, "Shit."
It was like madness consumed him and all reason failed. Damien buried his hands into Gabe's collars and proceeded to kick him out of his room. "Whatever. A mistake. I got it."
His door slammed closed, hoping that leaving Gabe alone to think was indication enough that he didn't really want to bash his face in. Asshole.
Gabe skidded into the hallway, barely managing to stay upright. And that was what vulnerability got you. He kicked the closed door as soon as he was able, "Hospitable!" He stared at the door for half a second before deciding that fuck it. "I'm leaving!" Gabe hitched his pants up on his hips, girlsuit or not, he really wanted to kick Damien's ass.
Damien fell to the floor, back leaning against the wooden door and felt the kick just as it landed. Fucker! was his main thought, but the idea of Gabe being angry despite his little implied confession only seemed to reinforce the tightening in his chest. It reached to his pinkies as the pain seemed to course through him like spurts of electricity. And, duh, of course it hurt.
Damien wanted to get back up, grab Gabe, push him against a wall, beat him silly and kiss him---but with his morning, a would-have-been-perfect morning, ruined, he did nothing else but head back to his bathroom... For now.
players: coffeebased and prolixbrevity
universe: marvel 626 owned by [info]mlina and [info]_thenothing_
title: and you're both assholes
rating: pg-13
notes: set after the library thing
Gabe knocked on Damien's door. He needed to talk to him now, before Josh got out of training. Whatever thing it was that they had between them had to be resolved.
It wasn't a particularly hot day to necessitate any less clothes than he normally wore, but Damien seemed to think it merited the long shower and the lack of fabric now upon his person. He had only just retrieved a clean change of clothes when a knock rapped on his door.
"Madre de dios," he muttered, pulling the door ajar with one hand, whilst the other clasped onto the towel that hid his lower body from view. "Can I help you?"
He paused, hand still in mid-knock, "Yeah. Can I come in?"
Damien stifled a cackle, "Coming in is never an issue, Gabriel. You can come in. I was just about to dress up."
"Thanks," Gabe sidestepped the other boy. He wasn't sure where to put himself, choosing to stand by the window. It seemed like a neutral place to stay. If anything else, he could escape through it if he, if things got out of hand. "I'm sure you know why I'm here."
He couldn't help it. Gabe sort of set himself up for his little jests. "I have an idea, but you never know. But to be safe, you.. Might want to be more precise with your wording, Gabriel." Damien let go of one end of the towel and proceeded to dry his hair. "Is it safe to presume you missed me?"
He looked down, eyes drawn by the movement, and immediately his head snapped back up. Gabe wasn't reddening, no of course not, "Dude, towel." Why did he even bother. "I just wanted to be clear that the other night was the last time."
"It was the last time, silly. That's what you call the event prior to this next time."
Gabe's mouth opened, then closed. "No, you douche, it's last as in never to be repeated again." He shook his head, "And that's pretty much why I'm here." He made his way to the door, "Mission accomplished, I'm going to go now."
Damien leapt back, pushing the door closed. "Gabri--Gabe, relax. I tease." Leaning back on the wooden exit, he wrapped himself tight with the towel, giving Gabe a look as if to say 'happy?'
"You don't have to go so soon."
"I really don't have any reason to stay." He shrugged, "Not that my reasoning skills have been up to par recently." The library thing was an example of that.
Nodding sagely, Damien pouted. "Please?" And he pointed to the stack of clothes he'd set out. "I'll be quick and we can go grab something to eat. Perfectly platonic, I promise."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but no chance in hell." Gabe shouldered past Damien, trying to make it to the door.
Damien was shoved aside but moved to push the door back in place, expecting a large bang with it as it closed. "No," his face seemed to say, as it hardened into an expression of resolution.
"Are you doing this because of Foley?" Damien asked, eyes digging into his target. He squeezed himself in between Gabe and the door.
"Or do you honestly want nothing more to do with me, Gabe?"
It had been stupid idea to come by. Gabe was beginning to doubt his motivation for even coming by. "No, I was just trying to be a nice guy." He punched the space beside Damien's head, "I want. Out."
"I'm afraid the message isn't that clear." Damien let both hands fall to the floor, rolling his palms into fists. "You might want to aim better.... 'Cause that other night wasn't just some fun little game for me, you ass."
He had to be joking. "Look, dude, I heard you hitting on Josh." And Gabe wanted to scrub that memory out of his head with steel wool. "So don't play that card with me."
"You expect me to be serious with the guy who ruined our evening? I was trying to diffuse the situation with a little confusing humor, Gabriel. Sorry for trying to make him hate me more than he hates you."
Gabe didn't trust Damien farther than he could throw him. "And you expect me to believe that." There wasn't much between him and getting out of this room, one push and... "And it's not like he could hate me anymore now."
Damien loosened his fists, that fucking pussy. His features softened as he listened, wondering whether keeping Gabe here was the right choice. "I'm sorry."
"You don't have anything to be sorry about," Gabe said. Damien was skeezy, and a douche, but the blame lay solely on his shoulders. "I decided to meet with you and I knew where it would lead."
"But the shit only hit the fan because I was klutzy and careless. I knew we should have headed for an empty classroom.."
"God, I want this to be over now." The next time he faced Josh, he wanted to do it with a clean conscience, a cleaner one anyway, "Yeah, water under the bridge, spilled milk, whatever." He hated the way Foley had looked at him, the way he hadn't been back to their room since the other night.
Damien frowned. Seriously, this was disappointing. Seventeen years of having his way and when he finally decides on something he doesn't want to let go of...[yet], they disappear. This just pissed him off.
It only took a second for Damien's expression to harden again; to open the door as wide as he could and to utter one word. "Fine."
And Damien kept to staring at the floor, his gaze like pointed daggers. Fine.
"What do I need to do to make sure this goes away?" Gabe could leave right now, really he could, but he didn't want Damien to be wandering around their school with a grudge. He'd seen it before, kids blowing up suddenly in corridors and making a big mess. "No hard feelings, no future surprises."
"No HARD feelings?" In a fraction of a moment, Damien had lunged at Gabe and tried to land a solid punch to his jaw. "Where the fuck is all this shit coming from? Who fucking said that he wasn't your anything? That it was all just sex? Seriously, Gabriel, you had better leave with just that to remember this meeting by or else you'll require full use of your mutation to help you recover from what I might just do."
Gabe didn't feel the pain from the impact, but Damien's words stung. "I didn't know he wanted me." God, Gabe really didn't want to get into this with him; his issues with Josh were his own stupidity. "He just wasn't saying anything, you know?" He didn't want to girlsuit but, "Shit."
It was like madness consumed him and all reason failed. Damien buried his hands into Gabe's collars and proceeded to kick him out of his room. "Whatever. A mistake. I got it."
His door slammed closed, hoping that leaving Gabe alone to think was indication enough that he didn't really want to bash his face in. Asshole.
Gabe skidded into the hallway, barely managing to stay upright. And that was what vulnerability got you. He kicked the closed door as soon as he was able, "Hospitable!" He stared at the door for half a second before deciding that fuck it. "I'm leaving!" Gabe hitched his pants up on his hips, girlsuit or not, he really wanted to kick Damien's ass.
Damien fell to the floor, back leaning against the wooden door and felt the kick just as it landed. Fucker! was his main thought, but the idea of Gabe being angry despite his little implied confession only seemed to reinforce the tightening in his chest. It reached to his pinkies as the pain seemed to course through him like spurts of electricity. And, duh, of course it hurt.
Damien wanted to get back up, grab Gabe, push him against a wall, beat him silly and kiss him---but with his morning, a would-have-been-perfect morning, ruined, he did nothing else but head back to his bathroom... For now.