Sapphire Blue 22: And also, Bad Boys
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In a way, Nathan was glad Marcus was so inexperienced. That way he was content with the copious amounts of making-out they did and nothing else. But it made him miss Jerome more in the way that, even though they were broken-up right now, he felt that if he actually did go farther with Marcus, he would think of it as cheating. Getting a blowjob from Vincent had done nothing for his conscience either. Because even though he thought of Vincent as a special case - a common factor they shared - Vincent wasn't Jerome.
He'd spent this week deliberating to call Jerome and tell him they were back together, but if he was sticking to the plan, he would wait until after the competition. He really wanted to do both the dance and the competition, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen. Unfortunate really, since Jerome was probably really pissed at him about that. But it couldn't be helped. Under normal circumstances, he'd never have picked Marcus over Jerome, but he was trying to prove a freaking point here.
"What's wrong?" Marcus sat back and looked up into Nathan's eyes.
Aww, he's so cute. Nate thought and smiled. There was something refreshing about this younger guy. Sometimes he could be such a horny bastard but in a way, it made Nate feel important. "Nothing. Come here." He pulled Marcus toward him again. He was sitting in Marcus's lap and he ground his hips, causing Marcus to groan against his lips.
He slid his hands under Nathan's shirt and started lifting the material.
"Woah." Nate caught his hands. "We start getting naked, we won't stop. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah." Marcus replied, but still looked a bit confused.
"I don't want you to do anything that you would regret." Nate toyed with the ring Marcus wore. He looked down at where their hands met, then back up to Marcus's eyes, pointedly. Hopefully the reminder would slow him down. And maybe himself as well.
--
"Well, it's just that, without a drummer, we're basically just sitting around tuning our guitars." Vincent answered Jerome's question with a shrug. Why did the two of them seem 'just not into it'? Admittedly, he wasn't that into it either though. Jerome had barely sang, only listened to them, and criticised their every fault.
"Yeah. We need Nate." Matt added.
"Well, we don't have Nate."
Vincent gave Jerome a look that he hoped conveyed his annoyance. "If you would just talk to him - you haven't even tried."
"What's the point? He can't play the dance, even if he wanted to. You said so yourself."
"Maybe if it was you asking - "
"Forget it. I'm not begging him to do something he doesn't want to. We'll find someone else."
"And get them to learn our entire set-list in just one week?"
"He doesn't have to be fantastic. Just - passable. Any suggestions?"
"Well, Casey played drums in the school band." Vincent reminded him, unhelpfully.
"If I have to resort to that, I'll fucking kill myself." His eyes suddenly lit up. "I know who would be perfect."
"Who?"
"Dang, I can't belive I didn't think of it sooner."
"Who?" Vincent and Matt repeated.
--
" -- you don't understand what an opportunity this is for you, son?" Andrew's dad had taken him to his office and shut the door behind them as soon as they got home. No supper, only a disapproving look from his mother. Now he was getting an extra long lecture from his dad.
He tried to look as if he was paying attention but hunger and thoughts about who Josh really was, kept creeping into his mind. What had those kids at Josh's old school meant when they said Josh was crazy and had been gone for while? Would he do something to Casey? Kill him and rob the house and -
"Andrew." His father's voice broke into his thoughts. "Pay attention. See, that's the problem with kids these days. No attention span. No sense of responsibility. You're lucky the coach is only going to give you a warning, this time. But you better get your act together."
Andrew kept nodding and tried to keep his expression as concerned as possible. He had thought basketball was fun - and it still was - but there were all these added responsibilities. He worried that his dad would be so disappointed in him. That he would let his family down.
" - you impress that scout and you'll have a better shot at going pro."
No pressure. Andrew thought as he continued to listen to his dad go on and on about the importance of keeping his word and how talent was not something to be squandered.
--
It was late when they got to Brian Travers apartment. Aiden had begun to think of time that way. Because to think of it as early, was still too hard to wrap his head around. And it really pissed him off that his dad didn't seem to care. Pretty much gave him the silent treatment whenever they happened to be in the same room. Yeah well, Aiden had always been more mature than his dad, anyway.
His grandma kept weird hours too, as old people tend to. Awake at five. Power nap at eight.
And even though he was curious about the thing he had going on with Brian Trevor, he caught himself daydreaming about that hopelessly nerdy boy he'd pretty much just dropped. He could barely make eye contact with the guy, how could he possibly hope to handle a full on conversation. When he thought about what they done that day - fuck, Spenser had never even touched another guy's cock before they'd - something tugged at the back of his brain about that. It wasn't something he wanted to think. Spenser wouldn't go that far, right?
"Hey. What are you thinking about now?" Bryan Trevor had come out of the bathroom to interrupt his inner turmoil. He sat on the bed beside Aiden and took his sneakers off.
Aiden hesitated a bit too long before replying and absent: "nothing. No - it's just - nothing." He looked around the room. Everything in either black or dark red with accents of gold and silver and clear glass awards that sat on a huge bookshelf on one wall. And a couple movie posters from things he'd been in. I totally forgot they made six 'Dino Zoo' movies.
"You changed it around a bit." For lack of better conversation, or maybe he was just super uncomfortable, he pointed out. What was there to feel so uneasy about, though? Like anything at all would happen with the star of '80s baby'. An indie film where Aiden had pretended he was getting his first kiss from Bryan Trevor Kim. It was Brian's first on-screen kiss. The commentary featured a depiction of how awkward it had been to kiss his co-star with hundreds of people watching.
But tonight, movie star Bryan Trevor, had asked him to come over. It was the first time in forever. And, at the moment, he was sitting extra close to Aiden. "Maybe you could get me the number of your interior designer." He joked.
"Kiss me." The order wasn't anything new. The past few weeks had been nothing but orders of similar content. But this was - different. Maybe it was Bryan's tone, or because they were all alone. Just the two of them.
"There's no one here to impress." Aiden felt a shiver despite his brain telling him it must be some kind of test. He was curious.
"So?"
He watched Brian's eyes scan all of his face. Not at all like a good actor; more like a drunk teenager. Aiden knew he really shouldn't take advantage. "No, I - "
Before he could finish his protest, Brian was kissing him, and it was amazing. Not anything new, but in a way, completely different. They'd kissed dozens of times already, but this was what Aiden had expected in a kiss. Passion, heat, intensity. Like the barrier was down.
Wow. Aiden could think of absolutely nothing and no one else for those few minutes that their lips connected and slid softly across each other.
Then a sharp blow back to reality when Brian Trevor pulled away and declared: "I want to have sex now. I want you to be my first - with a guy, I mean."
Aiden was speechless. His chest had become an empty cave and his heartbeat felt so loud. That was what Bryan's character had said in 'Second Symphony' to his dying girlfriend. Well, they were both dying after a war had left them with nothing but a piano. He came back to his scenes. "You had too much to drink," he scolded with a choked-out laugh.
But Bryan cupped his chin and caught his eyes with his own clear ones. "I'm not that drunk." He said. "I just want to know what it feels like."
For the new movie? Aiden wondered, silently.
Bryan moved his hand to the back of Aidan's neck and pulled him forward to press their lips back together. Nibbling, adding a bit of tongue action. They parted only a moment when Bryan pulled his own shirt off. Aiden gulped. Bryan Trevor's body was all abs and tan skin. A thin trail of hair led into the waistband of his jeans. Damn.
Aiden guessed he shouldn't be outdone by a self-proclaimed noob, and pulled his shirt over his head too.
In a way, Nathan was glad Marcus was so inexperienced. That way he was content with the copious amounts of making-out they did and nothing else. But it made him miss Jerome more in the way that, even though they were broken-up right now, he felt that if he actually did go farther with Marcus, he would think of it as cheating. Getting a blowjob from Vincent had done nothing for his conscience either. Because even though he thought of Vincent as a special case - a common factor they shared - Vincent wasn't Jerome.
He'd spent this week deliberating to call Jerome and tell him they were back together, but if he was sticking to the plan, he would wait until after the competition. He really wanted to do both the dance and the competition, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen. Unfortunate really, since Jerome was probably really pissed at him about that. But it couldn't be helped. Under normal circumstances, he'd never have picked Marcus over Jerome, but he was trying to prove a freaking point here.
"What's wrong?" Marcus sat back and looked up into Nathan's eyes.
Aww, he's so cute. Nate thought and smiled. There was something refreshing about this younger guy. Sometimes he could be such a horny bastard but in a way, it made Nate feel important. "Nothing. Come here." He pulled Marcus toward him again. He was sitting in Marcus's lap and he ground his hips, causing Marcus to groan against his lips.
He slid his hands under Nathan's shirt and started lifting the material.
"Woah." Nate caught his hands. "We start getting naked, we won't stop. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah." Marcus replied, but still looked a bit confused.
"I don't want you to do anything that you would regret." Nate toyed with the ring Marcus wore. He looked down at where their hands met, then back up to Marcus's eyes, pointedly. Hopefully the reminder would slow him down. And maybe himself as well.
--
"Well, it's just that, without a drummer, we're basically just sitting around tuning our guitars." Vincent answered Jerome's question with a shrug. Why did the two of them seem 'just not into it'? Admittedly, he wasn't that into it either though. Jerome had barely sang, only listened to them, and criticised their every fault.
"Yeah. We need Nate." Matt added.
"Well, we don't have Nate."
Vincent gave Jerome a look that he hoped conveyed his annoyance. "If you would just talk to him - you haven't even tried."
"What's the point? He can't play the dance, even if he wanted to. You said so yourself."
"Maybe if it was you asking - "
"Forget it. I'm not begging him to do something he doesn't want to. We'll find someone else."
"And get them to learn our entire set-list in just one week?"
"He doesn't have to be fantastic. Just - passable. Any suggestions?"
"Well, Casey played drums in the school band." Vincent reminded him, unhelpfully.
"If I have to resort to that, I'll fucking kill myself." His eyes suddenly lit up. "I know who would be perfect."
"Who?"
"Dang, I can't belive I didn't think of it sooner."
"Who?" Vincent and Matt repeated.
--
" -- you don't understand what an opportunity this is for you, son?" Andrew's dad had taken him to his office and shut the door behind them as soon as they got home. No supper, only a disapproving look from his mother. Now he was getting an extra long lecture from his dad.
He tried to look as if he was paying attention but hunger and thoughts about who Josh really was, kept creeping into his mind. What had those kids at Josh's old school meant when they said Josh was crazy and had been gone for while? Would he do something to Casey? Kill him and rob the house and -
"Andrew." His father's voice broke into his thoughts. "Pay attention. See, that's the problem with kids these days. No attention span. No sense of responsibility. You're lucky the coach is only going to give you a warning, this time. But you better get your act together."
Andrew kept nodding and tried to keep his expression as concerned as possible. He had thought basketball was fun - and it still was - but there were all these added responsibilities. He worried that his dad would be so disappointed in him. That he would let his family down.
" - you impress that scout and you'll have a better shot at going pro."
No pressure. Andrew thought as he continued to listen to his dad go on and on about the importance of keeping his word and how talent was not something to be squandered.
--
It was late when they got to Brian Travers apartment. Aiden had begun to think of time that way. Because to think of it as early, was still too hard to wrap his head around. And it really pissed him off that his dad didn't seem to care. Pretty much gave him the silent treatment whenever they happened to be in the same room. Yeah well, Aiden had always been more mature than his dad, anyway.
His grandma kept weird hours too, as old people tend to. Awake at five. Power nap at eight.
And even though he was curious about the thing he had going on with Brian Trevor, he caught himself daydreaming about that hopelessly nerdy boy he'd pretty much just dropped. He could barely make eye contact with the guy, how could he possibly hope to handle a full on conversation. When he thought about what they done that day - fuck, Spenser had never even touched another guy's cock before they'd - something tugged at the back of his brain about that. It wasn't something he wanted to think. Spenser wouldn't go that far, right?
"Hey. What are you thinking about now?" Bryan Trevor had come out of the bathroom to interrupt his inner turmoil. He sat on the bed beside Aiden and took his sneakers off.
Aiden hesitated a bit too long before replying and absent: "nothing. No - it's just - nothing." He looked around the room. Everything in either black or dark red with accents of gold and silver and clear glass awards that sat on a huge bookshelf on one wall. And a couple movie posters from things he'd been in. I totally forgot they made six 'Dino Zoo' movies.
"You changed it around a bit." For lack of better conversation, or maybe he was just super uncomfortable, he pointed out. What was there to feel so uneasy about, though? Like anything at all would happen with the star of '80s baby'. An indie film where Aiden had pretended he was getting his first kiss from Bryan Trevor Kim. It was Brian's first on-screen kiss. The commentary featured a depiction of how awkward it had been to kiss his co-star with hundreds of people watching.
But tonight, movie star Bryan Trevor, had asked him to come over. It was the first time in forever. And, at the moment, he was sitting extra close to Aiden. "Maybe you could get me the number of your interior designer." He joked.
"Kiss me." The order wasn't anything new. The past few weeks had been nothing but orders of similar content. But this was - different. Maybe it was Bryan's tone, or because they were all alone. Just the two of them.
"There's no one here to impress." Aiden felt a shiver despite his brain telling him it must be some kind of test. He was curious.
"So?"
He watched Brian's eyes scan all of his face. Not at all like a good actor; more like a drunk teenager. Aiden knew he really shouldn't take advantage. "No, I - "
Before he could finish his protest, Brian was kissing him, and it was amazing. Not anything new, but in a way, completely different. They'd kissed dozens of times already, but this was what Aiden had expected in a kiss. Passion, heat, intensity. Like the barrier was down.
Wow. Aiden could think of absolutely nothing and no one else for those few minutes that their lips connected and slid softly across each other.
Then a sharp blow back to reality when Brian Trevor pulled away and declared: "I want to have sex now. I want you to be my first - with a guy, I mean."
Aiden was speechless. His chest had become an empty cave and his heartbeat felt so loud. That was what Bryan's character had said in 'Second Symphony' to his dying girlfriend. Well, they were both dying after a war had left them with nothing but a piano. He came back to his scenes. "You had too much to drink," he scolded with a choked-out laugh.
But Bryan cupped his chin and caught his eyes with his own clear ones. "I'm not that drunk." He said. "I just want to know what it feels like."
For the new movie? Aiden wondered, silently.
Bryan moved his hand to the back of Aidan's neck and pulled him forward to press their lips back together. Nibbling, adding a bit of tongue action. They parted only a moment when Bryan pulled his own shirt off. Aiden gulped. Bryan Trevor's body was all abs and tan skin. A thin trail of hair led into the waistband of his jeans. Damn.
Aiden guessed he shouldn't be outdone by a self-proclaimed noob, and pulled his shirt over his head too.