i want your hands all over me. caressing, grabbing. i just like how you touch. and i wanna lick my way into your mouth, for starters. until we're both gasping. then you can use teeth.
[response to first text] ...you are so getting spanked tonight.
[response to second text] i've decided to start with your neck, using my teeth and tongue until you'll be forced to wear turtlenecks for the next week, before moving my way down your chest. your hands are going to stay tied to the headboard but i'll leave your legs loose because i like the way you wrap them tight around me when i fuck you.
/tl;drs at you hypothermiacJuly 20 2011, 13:10:19 UTC
[ It's a good thing Scott's back is currently facing them as he explains his point. Bobby already read ahead on this lesson, so it isn't like he's missing new material when he glances down at the note on his desk. He doesn't so much as glance in John's direction, because he knows better than to be the one to trigger conspiracy theories. Although, there's some skepticism about what they'll be getting up to.
Doesn't matter. It's John. Once he's slipped out of the room, he waits for Scott to tangent into something else before he raises his hand and makes up something about family emergencies last night and needing to check in on his brother, if that's all right. Thank god he's friends with all the telepaths. ]
Pfft, it's all good. :) Also, losing brackets because that's how I roll.aduro_xJuly 20 2011, 23:31:31 UTC
John is waiting just outside the door, of course having ditched any imaginary plans to actually go to the bathroom. He looks up when the door opens, smirking a little because good little Boy Scout Bobby isn't quite the Boy Scout after all.
"I hope you actually came up with a better excuse than using the bathroom, too," John points out as soon as Bobby closes the door behind him. "You know how I like being subtle and discreet."
No complaints here.hypothermiacJuly 21 2011, 05:51:13 UTC
"I told him we both had food poisoning," he lies, and quite casually too. He's getting better at his bluffs. Probably not as good as John, or anyone else with a poker face and half a brain. Bobby just isn't that guy, probably never will be. He keeps walking, mostly to get them both out of earshot of the classroom (not that he has any clue where they're going.) He has no game plan.
He casts a look over his shoulder, grin present. "Relax. I told him it was a family thing."
John quirks a disbelieving eyebrow. Bobby's a terrible liar, and John knows instantly that he's lying about the food poisoning...lie. Still, he starts walking when Bobby does, struggling a bit to match his stride. Damn Drake and his stupid long legs.
"A family thing. Aw, Bobby. I didn't know you cared."
As soon as he catches up with Bobby, he's back to restlessly flipping his lighter open and closed, open and closed, the metal echoing in the mostly empty hallway.
"So," he starts, casually shoving Bobby against a wall once they round a corner, a devilish grin twisting his lips. "I was sitting there in class, not paying a damn bit of attention, when I suddenly got the urge to suck you off. And since I figured you wouldn't appreciate that in the middle of class -- because you're an unappreciative little bitch, Drake -- I thought we should relocate."
There's not a power in the universe that can stop him from rolling his eyes at that. Of course he cares. He cares even when he doesn't want to. It's not like he can just shut it off. And if he wasn't so used to John making fun of him for something or another, he might do more than brush it off like water.
He doesn't get the chance to open his mouth and pop off with something of his own, because sooner rather than later his back is pressed up into a wall and he's got a blockade in the shape of his friend keeping him from going anywhere. "I'm not unappreciative," he objects with a frown and then has to frown again at that being the only thing he has an issue with.
Don't get him wrong, that all sounds good. Great actually. But-- "You thought we should relocate to the hallway?"
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[response to second text] i've decided to start with your neck, using my teeth and tongue until you'll be forced to wear turtlenecks for the next week, before moving my way down your chest. your hands are going to stay tied to the headboard but i'll leave your legs loose because i like the way you wrap them tight around me when i fuck you.
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going to the bathroom in a minute. make up an excuse to get out, too.
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Doesn't matter. It's John. Once he's slipped out of the room, he waits for Scott to tangent into something else before he raises his hand and makes up something about family emergencies last night and needing to check in on his brother, if that's all right. Thank god he's friends with all the telepaths. ]
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"I hope you actually came up with a better excuse than using the bathroom, too," John points out as soon as Bobby closes the door behind him. "You know how I like being subtle and discreet."
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He casts a look over his shoulder, grin present. "Relax. I told him it was a family thing."
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"A family thing. Aw, Bobby. I didn't know you cared."
As soon as he catches up with Bobby, he's back to restlessly flipping his lighter open and closed, open and closed, the metal echoing in the mostly empty hallway.
"So," he starts, casually shoving Bobby against a wall once they round a corner, a devilish grin twisting his lips. "I was sitting there in class, not paying a damn bit of attention, when I suddenly got the urge to suck you off. And since I figured you wouldn't appreciate that in the middle of class -- because you're an unappreciative little bitch, Drake -- I thought we should relocate."
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He doesn't get the chance to open his mouth and pop off with something of his own, because sooner rather than later his back is pressed up into a wall and he's got a blockade in the shape of his friend keeping him from going anywhere. "I'm not unappreciative," he objects with a frown and then has to frown again at that being the only thing he has an issue with.
Don't get him wrong, that all sounds good. Great actually. But-- "You thought we should relocate to the hallway?"
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