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Simon's Affair
Life goes on.
No matter what, life always goes on.
It'll never wait or pause for you, unless you end it.
And of course, Sy had far too much to live for to do something this reckless. It was a hard phase, not the end of the world.
Still, something inside simply yearned for him to just, scream out and rebel against every single one of his beliefs. He almost wished he was too naive to think of the consequences, to be unaware of the regrets and shame he would feel after. But he knew, and took the better road, to cope and endure.
Gloomy, he had gone from his room, escaping this little prison to roam the campus and leave the main problem behind. He had to get Haylen out of his mind, and it was a little difficult to do with sharing a room. Sadly, it was still far too early for classes to be starting and left little options for the red head to pick from. Lacking choice, he settled for a simple early breakfast in the cafeteria.
He walked to the line up, staring down to his dark loose jeans, hands in his pockets. He didn't feel like facing the rest of the world just yet, though he knew that sooner or later, he wouldn't have the choice anymore.
From a distance, there was a strange appeal to Simon, the way he stood, a strange loneliness around him, trying to hide the sadness and call for company shining in his bright jade eyes. Lonely boy in the grey turtle neck.
The line moved fast, little people up this early and most usually skipping breakfast. Sy ordered himself a simple pancake, an orange juice and made his way to an empty table, placing the orange tray down before sitting lazily in front of him. On top of the little boy trouble he was having, he had seriously lacked sleep, which wasn't helping how emotional he currently was.
Placing his left elbow on the table and leaning his cheek to the palm of his hand, he used the right one to start cutting up his food....in very little pieces, not realizing how much he was stirring the food he didn't truly plan to eat, hunger failing to make itself present. He was too lost in thoughts for that, replying the previous evening and the little bit of a morning. It hadn't been much, but it was enough images to gradually fire up some seriously repressed anger. The object of this said anger wasn't Haylen though, no... of course not; it was himself.. and maybe a bit of the whole world around him, though he knew the little sense this made. He was mostly angry that he couldn't let go of this attachment, angry that he had failed to be as strong as he should have been, angry at being Mr. too nice guy, that he was always, always putting everything else first and his own happiness last. The only time he had been thinking of himself was when he confronted his parents, and now, he had a certain pride in this. The more he thought, the deeper the crease in between his brows deepened, determination and brashness growing to something that made him dangerously impulsive.
Who knew what could happen.
Have you ever heard the song Jailhouse Rock?
Well, Robby had.
And for some reason it was running through his head over and over again like his mind was a jukebox from the 60's.
Now, in all honesty, that song is not really pertinent to the situation at hand.
But dude, seriously. It's a classic.
So lay off.
Like, for real.
Just this once.
But seriously, what kind of choice was this?
EggsorPancakeorBaconorButterybiscuit vs. Bean Burrito?
...
What?
How about none of the above.
What sucked, though, was that that really wasn't an option right now. Mostly because of the fact that he was just about dying of hunger and these were his only two allies in the war against it. That and the scary hairnet/mole lady was starring daggers at him as if she was going to shove one of the uncleaned-for-years greasetraps down his throat. And that would not be cool at all.
"Uh- Do you have any more health-conscience options for people that aren't found of the idea of leaving here weighing a gazzilion pounds..?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as a line formed slowly behind him, the "woman's" face not moving an inch. "I'll take that as a no.." He muttered, drumming his fingers against the tray before choking out the words 'Bean Burrito' (A.K.A constipation and saturated fats in a calorie coated wrap.)
He grabbed a thing of plain yogurt and some fruit along with a bottle of water, walking out into the main seating area. And man was he bummed.
Well, until this wicked hot blonde walked past swinging her hips like she was one of those dancers in India.
Or Shakira.
Or whatever.
Either way, his eyes were very busy for a moment, taking in the splendor of the tight jeans and the revealing top. Seriously. He didn't care what anyone else said, sluts made the world go round. Especially for guys that couldn't seem to get a good girl.
Can we get an instant replay on this one, folks?
Sadly, the answer was no.
So he was stuck there trying to find a place to sit that didn't look completely dull and/or smelly. And then he found it. It was magnifique'. Spelinded. A winner, so to speak.
'Where is it Robby!?" You ask.
Well, since you asked.
It was seat just across a young firey headed lad who looked a bit doom and gloom. But hey, at least doom and glooms always had a lot to talk about. Maybe if he looked really hard he'd be able to form a storm cloud above the guy's head, that or a sun cloud..
How tight would that be?
"Yo." Robby greeted, plopping down across from Doomy-Gloomy, smiling as he cracked open his water, taking a swig, "You look a bit down, tiger. Thought you might need a friendly friend. Do you have a name?"
A strange upbeat voice was what distracted Simon from trying to turn his pancake back into batter. Questioningly, he raised his eyes to meet the boy, immediately stricken by the look of him. Slender, semi-dark hair, attractive. How pleasant a distraction.
"Well my birth certificate says I do." he let the sarcasm escape before he had the chance to think it through.
He wasn't regretting it though...I mean let's not make a mountain out of a bump either. Plus, right now, after pondering his situation and after boiling over how fed up he was at being some kind of big sap, a floor mat and a wuss....Simon felt rather...impulsive and daring. His logic and better judgment mostly out the door and opened for anything. He was fishing for a jolt and maybe this upbeat boy would bring a new idea along. Anything was welcomed really.
"It's Simon. What's your name?" he asked casually.
He quickly studied the boy in front of him as he gave an answer. It was immediately obvious that he wasn't the shy type, and what a relief that was. Shy people tended to make Simon a little shy himself. He wasn't scared to say the first hello, but if it grew to a quick uncomfortable silence, his initial attempts at conversation answered by the typical yes/no one word, he would usually just blush and become as shy and uncomfortable as the other person. He was mainly thankful that this scenario was visibly not about to happen, foreboding already something more opened and easy.
Pushing his untouched food aside, he crossed his arms on the table, forcing his glum mood to dissipate a little, forcing some kind of good mood in...though it came out as something almost more....daring.
"I'm fine really. Relationships are though that's all. But I'm sure three quarters of the people in here are stuck in the same boat. Hey, it's high school right?" he finished with something of a smile, rationalizing his own issue as the poor Freud imitation he failed to be. Plus, he was still hesitant about revealing some details about himself to someone he'd just met. That was leaving him fast though, every mental flashback he was still failing to repress fueling a strange desire to just be, brutally honest, open and really out there, regardless of consequences. He wouldn't need much of a push.
Beans smell like shit.
Seriously, they do.
That was probably half of the reason Robby hated them.
Especially in burrito form.
He poked his crap roll with the holding end of his spoon
And, not even kidding, dude.
It moved.
The thing moved.
I mean, what?
...Why are you looking at me like that..?
Oh, right, you want to know about Simon.
The new child, and potential friend? Enenny?
(Wow, I just totally slaughtered the word enemy. Emeny. Enneny. En-em-Y)
Whatever, you get the point.
But BASICALLY- He was the new kid on the block. Robby's block, anyway, so this was a big moment. 'Twas moving day for Mr. Birth-certificate. So of course Robby was enthused.
"Well Si-Man, let me just spit you some truth. I've been in relationships and relationships have been in me and let me tell you : The heart ache ain't worth it. Some chicks you just have to let go because, let's face it, we're just kids. Whatever it was, you and I both know it wasn't going to last forever. We're too young to be locked down forever. Even if you would have liked it to, trust me, you'll move on. So if you really look at it, if you or she just end it right now: You'll just be beating the unavoidable punch that will come sooner or later." He shrugged, popping a grape into his mouth.
Just then he found his eyes averting to a new sight-
Another lovely female.
God, this place knew how to supply.
Robby whistled, watching her carefully as she walked past, the girl glancing back at him with a displeased gaze.
He took it as lust.
"See, like that. Go after that. The loose one's are the easiest rebounds, I find. No emotional attachment and yet you still get a good taste of redemption. Especially if they're hot." Robby sighed, looking back at Simon with a somewhat dreamy gaze before ripping the lid off of his yogurt, dropping the plastic spoon in it, "Oh yeah, and my name is Robert. Preferably Robby. Or Rob. Or, like, I don't know. Whatever works on your end, chief, I'm not a picky Nikky."
Sy just starred at the boy straight in the face, diverting his eyes for a mere second as he tried to think of what he'd just heard. There had to be a mistake. Did he just call him sem...
His thoughts and confusion were simultaneously interrupted and fed, the boy in front talking and talking....and talking and talking. It was rather impressive and mind blanking how much this guy could say...and what he could say. Thank you Dr. Phil but Simon felt that if he added the missing pieces of the puzzle he might end up with Oprah joining the table.
With everything said Simon could barely note how the guy looked, his mind struggling to adapt to this new rhythm, eyes squinted and mouth lightly gaping. Well, at least it sure was a distraction.
Simon finally had the chance to breath in and just, absorb the personality in front of him while the boy noticed something that had clearly not phased Simon...for obvious reasons. And when he started to speak again, he wasn't as confused anymore.
Actually, it's kind of funny how a personality can affect another.
And with his already misplaced determination, the blabber-man was feeding Sy with some strange sense of confidence.
"Well Rob, Robby, whatever. I'm sure you'd find it all good and all that but well see, even you would have more chance than her with me. Sorry dude, I don't dig chicks. And it's kind of tough to just, flush out a relationship when you're living with it." he said, far too casually.
He paused for a moment, looking to the side, trying to figure out what it was that aloud him such blunt and bold revelation, to just, let the words roll out on his tongue the exact same way they played in his thoughts.
If he didn't get a beating out of it, it was rather refreshing, really. With a cough, he tried to take away the attention his little discomfort was 'causing. Plus, he was still a little irked and impulsively just wanted to be bold and reckless, to forget it all.
He felt he had this right, that with all his rules following and the shit he'd lived through that he could allow himself to just, be.
Out there, no care.
"So Dr. Phil. I'm not going for that, why aren't you? If girl to girl hoping is that beneficial, I don't get why you're holding back on my behalf right now." he nearly dared, raising a single ginger brow and tilting his head, a devilish smile decorating his pinkish lips.
Holy shit.
He's braking up with an it?
So like, what?
Was it both? As in male and female?
No, it couldn't be because he just said he didn't like female specimen so that organ would make the relationship awkward..
Alright, so it was a male.
A male of which he was nesting with.
Honestly, man- That's wiggity wack.
For shizzle mah nizzile.
Wizzle.
Or whatever.
Bottom line, kids: If you just happen to be staying in a boarding school and are roomed with someone that you happen to end up falling for and then end up breaking up with - I can only give you one piece of advice to help avoid all things weird:
"Well then change rooms..?" Robby suggested, raising an eyebrow, "Duh." He laughed, holding up his fingers in an L shape on his forehead before taking them down to grab another grape, "But seriously, just get into a room with female creatures. A room-o-J's will get you back in shape. Even if you don't swing that way they'll help cheer you up. They love gay guys. They find you comforting and will gladly therapy-ize you." He shrugged, snatching a peach slice from the little bowl type device, "And dude, like, you don't even know. I don't, like- Wait a sec." He held up a hand as he drank down a quick gulp of water setting the bottle back down, "Sorry, peaches cause my throat to dry and out and - Yeah. Anyways, you like guys?" He asked, interested, "That's pretty tight. I could never see myself going full-guy guy. Guy. If you get what I mean. I can do guys. Or, wait, poorly phrased- Well, not really but, like .. Whatever. I'm not opposed to the idea." He laughed, rolling his eyes at himself.
Wait.
One.
Darn.
Second.
(^ A sign that something has suddenly dawned upon Robby, be afraid)
Had he just been called Dr. Phil as in the old bald guy on t.v with the stache?
Hmm..
Not too bad a comparison.
He kind of actually dug it. Except he would never want to be that old or that bald.
However that mustache always kind of turned him on a little.
"Well, Simon-wimen. I'm staying right up in here because I could get any time I'd like, but God knows when I'll ever see you again. Heck, you're a treat. Like a scone. Only I'm sure you taste better than those piles of crap. Those things are about third on my list of favorite things just under breakfast burritos. No, better yet, you're a rare slice of chocolate volcano cake with a side of cinnamon ice-cream. Sweet with a side of spice and a cream center." He nodded, agreeing with himself, "So I'll leave Slut-Bob-Tight-Pants for later. She can wait. You, Cinna-man are my main focus of the moment. Feel honored and blessed. I know I do."
Waaait...what?
Simon nearly had a double take at the other guy's confession. Again. And there he thought he had braced himself for Mr.Congeniality. Apparently that hadn't been the case. Simon squinted his Jade look, locked on the Robby's lips, as if trying to read the words, somehow thinking that maybe, just maybe his own ears were broken or something. But no, everything went in sync', leaving Simon baffled and unable to completely keep his mouth closed.
Again.
Okay, so Robby was bi but not but didn't mind and he was opened to the experience just not fully.
Maybe in a few PhD's this would make sense.
How to make things worse.
Here is the step by step, while someone is in confusion and expects to be boggled and dragged in ten various directions at the same time, bring the conversation to something brutally clear! It was exactly what Robby did.
So brutal Sy ended up choking on his own saliva, signing a minute toward Robby to try and see if he'd miss a hidden meaning there.
Can ANYONE make such a blatant open, forward move on someone they'd just met a moment ago?
Apparently so.
"Are you serious?" Sy questioned, breathing a little heavily as he got over his coughing fit, looking to Robby.
Only now that he was a potential, under this impulsive and overwhelming need for a rebound and revenge did Sy see the boy in front of him for the attractive male he was.
Never would he just go out and do something like that with someone he'd just met, in public, so..openly.
Always the rules.
Always the etiquette.
Politically correct.
Be good, be nice...
....
...
..
Good guys end last so you know what? Screw it.
Sy got up and signed to Robby with his head to follow him out to the male's bathroom.
"Buffet's that way." he added before walking out, the surrounding all hazy, the way ahead the only thing clear.
This moment.
This time in life.
Kind of reminded Robby of when he walked in on his dog trying to hump a cat.
It was awkward and yet at the same time oddly arousing..
Anyways, here's how the events sort of went down.
...Homie.
[Look, don't judge, I'm just supposed to wait this out, I don't know what bombs are about to drop up in here, 'sall a mystery to me kids.]
Simon entered the bathroom, soon followed by Robby the bakery taster. Everything he felt right now was one giant puzzled he wasn't ready to solve.
His heart raced and the adrenaline pumped thick in his veins.
He was breaking the rules.
His rules, his entire life's program. Everything he felt he had been forced to so strongly believe.
And by god he would take advantage of it and enjoy it to the fullest.
He dismissed all the signs, the tremble in his hands, his contracting lungs, the memories running amok in his mind, even the weakness in his knees he knew wasn't attributed to a love strike. He ignored it all. None of it was as appealing as the idea of crossing the line, of rebelling and plunging head first in something he knew all to well he'd later on regret.
But would he regret enough? He doubted it.
Should I say something? Should I maybe ask? Or tell him more details, something? Maybe we should stand here, or over there or....
...
Screw it.
Simon just grabbed Robby by the collar of his printed T-shirt, drawing the boy close and landing his lips right on his, letting every damned bottled up bit of anger out morphed into a crazed lust he completely had lost the control of.
He no longer cared if someone walked in.
He didn't care about shock factor, about images.
Heck, the whole sports league could walk in armed with baseball bats right now and he wouldn't even consider the idea of stopping, his mouth moving almost too avidly on Robby's.
This was NOT ecstasy, this was not love, this might even be beyond lust, but whatever it was, it was too intense to have a name. A high he could never have even imagined.
And he embraced it, placing his hands at Robby' hip level and grabbing on the bottom of his shirt, wrinkling the material between his strong fingers.
Okay.
So, uhm, usually this would be the occasion where I'd give you the run-down of what's up but right now even I don't even know what's up.
As noted previously.
See, like, just because it was said that men weren't out of the question didn't mean that public smacking was in the question. Then again, no one is really complaining.
Especially Robby.
See, this complex creature really is just one for the women. That's the way he swings, the road of which he prefers to travel, but every now and again there will be a fellow in need of a good lift that he really doesn't mind lifting. Simon happening to be one of those lovely young men. So of course he was going to gladly oblige to being slightly manhandled by the kid.
Heck, he kinda lovededed it.
A lawt.
His heart beat at rapidly in his chest, pumping hard against his ribs.
Everything in his body had a beat to it, like some kind of rave-club-hit-tron-dance-song.
You know, the ones with the gyrating beats that make you want to gyrate yo hips?
Well, yeah.
It was a lot like that.
And boy did his hips want to gyrate.
Robby pressed his lips to Simon's, allowing the boy to peel his shirt from his body, this cold air slapping him across the back like a whip.
A kinky whip.
And he couldn't help but smile as he ran his hands through his red hair, slipping his tongue into his mouth, tugging at Simon's annoyingly scratchy turtleneck until it was ripped off of his body. Crumpled on the floor.
Ah yes, yes.
The way it should be.
He ran his hands down Simon's back, digging his fingers slightly into his skin, pulling their bodies even closer than before.
He could freaking die in this dudes abdominals.
Holy guacamole', dude.
Des vaz niccceee.
Vair nice.
Robby trailed a line of warm kisses down the boy's neck, nibbling gently on his way down, stopping for a moment to undo the top botton of the Si-Man's jeans.
And boy oh boy.
He really did diggaity-do-dah the direction that trail was mixing.
How pleasant..or was it? Wasn't Rob supposed to stop this outburst, say something that would put Sy to shame and make him immediately want to stop?
Apparently not. It was like trying to put out a fire with gasoline. Simon's vigor intensified as Robby's lips and tongue responded to his. Everything was a blurr of intensity, black crashing to white to create grey, the good attacking the bad to auto-annihilate. Everything so chaotic, so desirable. He was falling and pushing hard to fall faster, embracing the thrill of adrenaline of the crash. Crash and burn, why not. Live in the moment and forget the rest.
Momentarily, his common sense had been completely suppressed and when he partially showed some sense of mind presence, both their shirts were on the trampled area of the bathroom floor. Glancing to the entrance, Sy knew there was some things the high school guys weren't ready to witness, taking the little bit of control he could conjure up and dragged the very attractive and opened boy in the first stall he found, closing the door behind them, semi-aggressively pressing Rob to the cold wall of the Stahl, pressing his chest to Rob's back before kissing the back of his neck, avidly, hungrily.
Seriously, what was he doing.
A cry for trouble? He had no clue what devil was taking over him. He just knew it was a little much to handle, or a lot much, either way. This couldn't be right And he still saw his face, the face he wanted to think of the least. He had to forget it.. and so again, he let himself fall, surrendering all control to this boy, Rob.
Live in the moment.
Think not of the consequences.
Was he really so much of a loosey-goosey that he was going to do this in a bathroom?
...Uh, chyeah?
And really, he wasn't really sure that he minded all of that much.
It was actually kind of hot, he couldn't lie.
Like, sure. He had done a lot of weird things in a lot of weird places, but he was never agaisnt the idea of adding to the list. Expanding his horizons. And what a better way to do it than right here right now with Mr. Simon. He seemed like a nice enough guy not only that but he was kind of fine to dine on. Even if they were in a stall.
Oh well, stuff happens.
Robby bit his lip as the suddenly enthused red head pushed him against the cool wall thick wall of the stall, pressing his warm chest against his arched back. A hot chill ripped down his spine, a light moan escaping his lips as he felt Simon's lips burn through his skin, making their way down his neck.
It was insane, this whole thing was insane.
And he knew it.
And he loved it.
At least his hormones told him he did.
Maybe deep deep deep deep deep deepdeepdeepdeep deep [u]deep[/i] down he knew that this wasn't such a good idea. No, that it was a terrible idea.
But thankfully that thought train was buried deep down in his conscience.
He was lost in the moment, sucked into thought of this boy behind him.
He undid his jeans, pulling them down his waist, closing his eyes as he let out a small sigh, wriggling out of his pants completely before opening them again, uttering something about a creamy center. His mind was too far gone to really be coherent just yet. He was lost in the world of Simon's touch.
And what a loverly place it be.
The scene got a little more...bare, progressing at reckless speed. Simon knew he was setting himself up, but he couldn't stop. The rage within wouldn't allow it. He had to be rebellious. He had to indulge in this selfish desires, catch up to all those times he'd miss out, and all for people who didn't even care of the consequences on him. People like his parents. People like Jack. People like Haylen. This was his turn. And boy was it ever a ride to remember.
So easy to indulge. Rob was in his own way, perfect. Slender, not skinny. Opened, bold and... somewhat loud. How pleasant and arousing a noise, thus of the tainted male voice. He wanted to hear more, triggering it with a few nibbles at Rob's ear, his hands coursing the maze of the boy's body lines. That soft and smooth skin, burning under his very touch. He was wanted, desired. Heck, the boy didn't even know him and just, said yes. Nearly screamed it even without the use of words.
The heat escalated into a blurr of just about everything, senses and thoughts and feelings all intertwining where they should never have met, spinning round and round until it reached it's peaked, something that should have been the summit of pleasure, but truly, brought a rather nauseating feeling to Simon's stomach.
With only his torso now bare, the red head, leaned his moist back on the wall of the stall, using the coldness of the material to help control and lower his body temperature, helping him fight this nauseating feeling, closing his eyes and showing only the need to rest. He didn't want Rob to see that it all ended in this mess. He wanted to appear unaffected. He wanted to be, unaffected.
"Thanks...that was..unexpected. Good unexpected. Thanks." he said in a low voice, keeping his eyes closed as the cold dried the moisture off his skin, replacing beads of sweat by little goosebumps.
Holy crapoly, man.
I know you're wondering wazzup.
Cursing the skiperoni in time.
Well, you know, maybe we don't want you all up in this business?
Ever think of that?
No?
Eh, I wouldn't have, either.
Because, like, well, personally, I wouldn't have cared if you were all up in there.
But anyway, whatever.
Let's dig up some stuff from the memory bank:
(Yes, details are going to be left out. Cry cry sob. Get over it. Loser.)
The sensation of having Simon's warm, slick body pressed against his own was tantalizing, so painfully hot that he thought maybe God had reincarnated himself in sexy red-head form. Their hearts beat in a fast paced rhythm, rapidly pulsing to match the movements of their bodies, breath having, shallow. His eyes fluttered closed as he took in the moment, not really minding being used. And then a massive heat wave took over his body, every muscle-
Woah, woah, woah.
Cut.
That's all for today, kids.
Let's fast forward to the now.
Perverts.
Robby picked his boxers off of the floor, looking at them somewhat distastefully for a moment before sliding them back over his legs soon followed by his jeans. He zipped his pants, looking over at Simon who looked like he'd just finished a rodeo.
Well..
Anyways.
"Unexpected?" Robby laughed, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, "That's like saying you're shocked that chocolate ice-cream tastes like African cocoa beans. It's like - Yeah, duh. Of course it tastes like- Beans.." He stopped himself, furrowing his eyebrows, shaking his head, "Er- Yeah. You were surprisingly enjoyable, yourself, Thunderclap." He stuck out his tongue, tilting his head back against the not-so-entirely-cool --anymore..Wall, "God I'm freaking tired." Robby laughed, sighing, "I can't even find words in my word bank, it's dry and empty and full of cob webs and - like- Yeah. You know what I mean." He chuckled, moving himself to the wall Simon was perched against, looking at the boy for a moment before reaching up to pet his hair.
It looked like fire.
He kind of loved it.
But at the same time it made his tummy feel anxious.
Tummy?
What?
Whatever.
Basically, it was pretty sick-nigglets.
And he was kind of jealous.
"You know, Sinna-bon. If for some reason things don't get fixed-up with your partner in crime you could always move in my room. I'm stuck with a mute who I'm pretty sure thinks I'm a lunatic." He laughed, pulling his hand away from Simon's hair, give him some space. Well, for, like, one second, anyway, "You should smile." He laughed, patting the boy's cheek, "It lightens your features, gives you a nice glow. Like a glow-stick. And people love glowsticks, especially red ones. Of which you are. So seriously- Do that." He smiled, giving Simon a light kiss, moving him from the wall just enough to smack his butt-tox, "So you want a round two or should I get our shizz-it so we can jet?"
Simon looked to Robby, their eyes meeting. What was it with him and just finding friends with benefits? Why couldn't Rob just be a single time thing and just, open the door and leave? Or take the lover's place, whichever.
Might as well not think of that though.
Sy knew himself well enough that he easily got himself attached through physical relationship, ironically enough.
Speak about the curse of the hopeless romantic.
Still, he wasn't able to show this strange inner conflict.
He just wanted to appear as strong.
He was sick of crying on someone's shoulder, even if there was only one person he had actually done that with.
He wanted to be the strong one, he wanted to be the shoulder OTHERS would cry on.
So he placed up an act, something he was talented at.
With a forced laugh, he brought some twinkle back in his eyes.
"That good huh? Well as much as round 2 sounds interesting I think I'm a little worn and out of juice. Plus, that's just pushing our luck. It's already a miracle no one walked in."
He patted the bare shoulder of Robby before walking past him, exiting the stall. Was that remorse? Maybe a little, but it's not like he was completely acting either. After all, the guy was nice. And good. Very good. Skilled. Might as well just, embrace that and forget the rest for later. That was like lying, was it?
He walked to the front of the bathroom and picked up his shirt on the ground. His disdain surfaced itself for a moment, unwilling to put it back on after it been left to lay in the wet pools at the end of the sink sections. It wasn't soaked or anything, but just a little, moist and surely not by the best kind of humidity. Rather gross, really, and he didn't hide that part, his face turning into some grimace of disgust.
"I'm seriously considering walking out shirtless. You think I can get in big trouble if I rush to my dorm room without a shirt? I really don't want to wear this...." he added, still avoiding anymore serious a topic.
Again, he studied the turtle neck before placing it on the counter, turning around and leaning back, looking to Robby....from head to toes. At least he didn't have to deal with a Coyote Ugly situation on top of his newfound guilt and remorse. It would make the mental singing of "What have I done." easier to bear. After all, he'd heard so many horror stories related to rebounds.
Back, like, three years (months?) ago or something there was this chick.
And she was really kind of cute, a little blonde with some brown streaks in her hair.
She had these big self esteem issues and had just gotten dumped by her boyfriend.
Now, usually Robby is always one to take advantage of a situation as lovely as that.
But for some reason he had refrained and they ended up drinking hot chocolate and talking until, like, some crazy hour in the morning. He could still remember that little grin on her face when she thanked him for being there and not - well- being a dude.
He'd felt great about himself that day, heck, at that moment he figured he'd never let himself be a rebound again, that he would always help the person hurting.
Turns out that plan went down the shitter.
Sure, he kinda felt a little bad now.
Okay, really bad.
Kind of.
Maybe.
Yes.
(^Descending pyramid)
But for some reason his mind wasn't allowing him to go all Therpy Man.
Probably because Simon had called him Dr. Phil.
Or because he was extremely tired and wanted to shower.
Or because he was still really freaking hungry.
[Robby's Tummy says: "Tummy want num nums."]
Mostly, though, he kinda figured it was because, well, he was rebounding, too.
Go figure.
Small world.
Well, then again, he wasn't exactly rebounding, only in a sense.
Simon actually seemed to care that he broke-up with his dude.
Robby scarcely cared that he broke-up with his chuqita.
Right?
Yes, right.
Oh, crap, Simon's gone.
Shit.
Give me a second, he's somewhere..
Where the hell-
Oh, there he is.
Just kidding, guys, I found him.
Robby walked out of the tall, not even bothering to sigh about the -1Round.
That was fine, he was secretly tired, too.
Secretly.
He watched as Si-Man-Buns looked sourly at his shirt.
Robby snorted, picking up his own shirt and tossing it into the trash.
"Forget clothes." He laughed, undoing his pants for what felt like the billionth time today and tugging them off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers and cheetah print Nike's.
Oh, and his black belt with a huge Buddha belt buckle.
I ♥ Buddha.
"I'm pretty sure I can distract the fuzz." Robby giggled, playfully punch Simon's shoulder as he flipping his jeans to lay over his own shoulder, "All you have to do is hide behind my hopefully big head." He smirked, walking over to the door and pushing it open slightly, "C'mon beautiful. I don't gotz all day." He winked, "Live life on the edge for me, baby."
Somethings are often far too extreme to ignore no matter the mood. Simon might have been rather down and guilt ridden, struggling, but everything was thrown out the window when he saw Robby take off his pants....once again. He blanked for a moment, wondering what he was doing. There was no round 2 and what could he be...
Are you serious?
As the boy flipped his pants over his shoulders, facing the door to exit. The boldness and craziness of the gesture was too difficult to resist and send poor lil Simon in an insane fit of laughter, holding his quickly paining ribs in a self hug, laughter shaking his entire body with blind humor. It was impossible to resist the sight of Robby right now, to think of the outcome.
So that's what crazy was? Embarrassing one's self beyond the point of matter, on purpose and reaping the benefits of it. Make people laugh on purpose. Lovely. He sure didn't have to worry about being shirtless now, people surely wouldn't even notice that now.
With a grin and a few remaining shakes of laughter, he followed Robby to the door, standing behind as the other boy was exiting first.
"You're insane, you know that? Don't change it, I love it. Ok, go!"
He followed and both guys made their ways to the dorm, walking through the small population dwelling in the hallways in this still early morning hours. Simon felt embarrassed and could feel his cheeks blush, but given that Robby wasn't showing the same reaction, he concealed that little factor best he could, refraining from breaking into a jog and forcing on a somewhat confident walk. A few girls winked their ways, sending Simon in a little fit of laughter.
Ok, so this was a little odd feeling, but in was kind of fun...and funny.
Of course all of those good feeling began to slither away the farther he got from Robby and the closer he got to his room door. In mere moments, he'd be back in there, with him. In their room.
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**** Guest author for Robby: Rosered (c) Robby
