[closed] Corporate Douchebag & British Stoner : The Teenage Years

[bratchillsout]

Who? teenage!Phil (bratchillsout) & teenage!Dean Smith (respectedboy)
Where? An all boys boarding school somewhere in the wide and vague depths of Musebox Land
Why?! BECAUSE WE CAN

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[bratchillsout]

Some time after the end of their first encounter Phil is back in position, that is to say lying lazily on his bed, playing with-- well, it's not his pen anymore, but those first three letters are already a good start.

He sort of expected Dean to be back by now, but Phil's been told that their library is pretty impressive for a boarding school (I mean, if you're into that sort of thing), so he wouldn't be surprised if the new kid lost track of time in there.

No skin off his nose, he can entertain himself just fine. Even though those lips sure are fantastic roommates to have.

[bratchillsout]

pay·ment /ˈpāmənt/ Noun
1. The action or process of paying someone or something, or of being paid.
2. An amount paid or payable.
3. Phil yanking Dean closer by his tie and invading the space between those delicious lips with his tongue.

[respectedboy]

This time he's almost ready. Still woefully inexperienced, perhaps, but at the very least Dean Smith has always possessed a mean learning curve. The second go around he actually reciprocates, opening his mouth, using his tongue. No one ever said that he wasn't a quick study.

...and no, he is totally not enjoying it.

One knee bends to rest on the edge of the bed as he moves closer, trapped by his tie. Fisting a hand in Phil's hair, Dean pulls back enough to breathe and manages a hoarse "Gimme that aloe" before kissing Phil again.

[bratchillsout]

Not. So. Fast.

Holding Dean in place by his tie Phil demonstrates an astonishing feat of manual dexterity as he slowly unscrews the tube and scoops up a generous amount of ointment with his hand, all the while not parting from Dean's lips.

With as much inconspicuousness as he can muster he moves the aloe-lubricated hand along Dean's back and swiftly slides it down his pants.

[respectedboy]

Dean isn't fighting the kissing part by any means; no matter how ashy Phil's mouth tastes, he's still really good at doing whatever he's doing with his tongue. Distracted by this, clambering up and over Phil so his head isn't tilted at such an awkward angle, Dean buries both hands in his roommate's hair and practically yelps as something cold and slimy slides down the back of his trousers.

He then makes a noise of protest that sounds very much like Mmmrphfmnph! and tightens his fingers, physically forcing Phil back to stare at him in shock.

"Get. Your hand. Out of my pants."

[bratchillsout]

If by that Dean means 'slide it further down and start massaging one cheek to spread the salve' then Phil is happy to oblige.

"What? Can't just have you patch that up yourself, what sort of customer service would that be?"

[respectedboy]

Oh God oh God oh God he needs to escape, customer service be damned, that is way too close to places that are private.

Dean reaches up, loosening the knot on his tie and leaning back. The tie comes undone as he pulls away, leaving Phil with a handful of fabric and a handful of something that needs to be remedied as soon as possible.

Give Dean a moment to jerk Phil's hand out of the back of his pants and then-

Ah, there we go.

He sits back on Phil's thighs, wiping a hand across his mouth and frowning down at the older boy.

"I told you, I'm still- you know..."

New at this.

[bratchillsout]

"Still sore?"

Phil's one hand twirls Dean's tie between its fingers while the other hangs sadly at his side, limp and devoid of its noble purpose.

"Yeah, and I'm trying to help with that."

[respectedboy]

"No- Well...yes, but...but I..."

Dean doesn't do this. He doesn't make out with near-strangers - particularly not near-strangers that got him into this much trouble in the first place.

He should be shoving Phil off the bed, not indulging his hormones.

"I'm still new at this," Dean states firmly. "And you're very...handsy."

[bratchillsout]

"Practice makes perfect," Phil reminds Dean in a mock scholarly tone.

"Besides," he grins, "I was using my tongue before."

Handsy. Honestly.

[respectedboy]

In an alternate reality where Dean is grown up and fights monsters for a living, this expression is practically impossible to pull off.

Here, though, Dean executes a pout that communicates a series of warring emotions: worry, desire, and annoyance. Mostly the last two.

"...keep your hands to yourself, then," he mumbles, taking the other end of the tie in Phil's hand. Dean tugs it lightly in a silent request that he sit up.

[bratchillsout]

"Can do."

Not only does he keep them to himself, he also crosses them behind his back after letting the tie slip away.

Then he sits up straight, scoots backwards and leans forward with every intention of playing a game of apple bobbing with Dean's mouth.

[respectedboy]

Dean snorts, grateful for Phil's commitment. At least he's making an effort.

Fortunately, he's allowed to use his hands in this game. Until Dean needs them, they will remain at his sides, resting on the bed.

Just to be a pain, he grins and leans back as Phil cranes forward.

[bratchillsout]

Ah, but you forgot about the knees. Phil can still draw them up in hopes of having his apple bobbing boy fall forward.

No worries though, Phil is fully prepared to gently catch him. With his mouth.

[respectedboy]

In retrospect, Dean should have foreseen the disadvantages of this position.

Damn you, retrospect.

He clutches Phil's shoulders as their mouths slam together, and in an attempted act of defiance shoves him back onto the bed.

"That's cheating."

[bratchillsout]

'So spank me' is at the tip of his tongue, but it occurs to Phil that he'd much rather have Dean on there and as such might not want to rub that little incident in his face.

It's already such a damn shame that his fine arse will be out of commission for a while, though he suspects that this time will be needed if he wants to get into Dean's pants more thoroughly in any case.

Either way, the subject matter does open up a few possibilities, not least of all the question of whether Phil can coax some more incentive out of his roomie.

"There a punishment for that?"