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[Petre doesn't so much as want to move his head when Harry waltzes right on in, only managing to bring himself to frown lightly when he feels that hand smacking on his cheek. Any moment before that he'd just have lazily murmured at him to go away and leave him alone, because getting up sounded like an effort and every inch of his body was telling him that was the worst idea ever.
But then there's fireworks.
A hiss and a restrained moan escape him when he jerks, hand clasping Harry's shoulder with tight fingers and dug-in nails. Too much energy at once, he thinks (except he can't think), like another shock that this time pops inside his body and in his head, firecracker planted between his ears.]
Fucking hell.
[His eyes are wide open when he lifts his head, nostrils flaring and lips parted to show teeth. He sees Harry's head just then, the rest of his body splayed on the bed like the two of them are supposed to fit together. Maybe if one of them was straddling the other, but side-by-side they're just comically squeezed together for some kind of balance.]
Okay. I'm awake.
[And he seems to be only realizing that as he says it.]
But then there's fireworks.
A hiss and a restrained moan escape him when he jerks, hand clasping Harry's shoulder with tight fingers and dug-in nails. Too much energy at once, he thinks (except he can't think), like another shock that this time pops inside his body and in his head, firecracker planted between his ears.]
Fucking hell.
[His eyes are wide open when he lifts his head, nostrils flaring and lips parted to show teeth. He sees Harry's head just then, the rest of his body splayed on the bed like the two of them are supposed to fit together. Maybe if one of them was straddling the other, but side-by-side they're just comically squeezed together for some kind of balance.]
Okay. I'm awake.
[And he seems to be only realizing that as he says it.]
[That goes a long way toward getting those thoughts out of Ryan's mind-- getting everything out of it, really. He'd been with Petre in an attempt to see if it'd tune him out for a bit, let him have some peace, and he's finding it works even better when it's John.
The way Ryan pushes up against him is more desperate, all eagerness and heat- perhaps some of John's reflected back at him, who knows, but whether it's his or Ryan's own, there's a certain warmth in those wordless thoughts that drift over to him. There's been a spark for a while, and now that he's letting himself kindle it into a flame it turns out hotter than he'd expected.]
The way Ryan pushes up against him is more desperate, all eagerness and heat- perhaps some of John's reflected back at him, who knows, but whether it's his or Ryan's own, there's a certain warmth in those wordless thoughts that drift over to him. There's been a spark for a while, and now that he's letting himself kindle it into a flame it turns out hotter than he'd expected.]
Ryan - I need -
[He doesn't know what he needs, but this isn't enough. Just rubbing together like this isn't enough. Actual fucking is a whole different ballgame, someone saying he wasn't ready for that would be very much correct, but the friction of fabric against his cock is just driving him insane.]
- touch me -
[He doesn't know what he needs, but this isn't enough. Just rubbing together like this isn't enough. Actual fucking is a whole different ballgame, someone saying he wasn't ready for that would be very much correct, but the friction of fabric against his cock is just driving him insane.]
- touch me -
[He doesn't need to be told twice.
If John hadn't asked, he wouldn't have made this kind of move-- but the words remove any doubt he might have had, keep him from being as hesitant as he might otherwise be as he reaches down to open the fly of John's pants.]
-anything you want. Any of it. Just tell me.
[And then Ryan's hand is brushing against him, with an almost audible murmur.]
If John hadn't asked, he wouldn't have made this kind of move-- but the words remove any doubt he might have had, keep him from being as hesitant as he might otherwise be as he reaches down to open the fly of John's pants.]
-anything you want. Any of it. Just tell me.
[And then Ryan's hand is brushing against him, with an almost audible murmur.]
-little bit. Another thing you get used to.
[What's harder to get used to are Harry's thoughts, the shifting languages. It is sort of a welcome change, though-- he always worries a little about catching people's thoughts the way he does, feels a flicker of guilt about it when it happens.
Then his own thoughts are thoroughly interrupted by the sudden speed in Harry's. Ryan can't tell if it's taking all that rapid-fire input that makes him feel more tired all of a sudden or what, but it throws him off enough that he's left staring for a moment, blinking.]
...whoa, okay- uh, you too?
(what was that)
[What's harder to get used to are Harry's thoughts, the shifting languages. It is sort of a welcome change, though-- he always worries a little about catching people's thoughts the way he does, feels a flicker of guilt about it when it happens.
Then his own thoughts are thoroughly interrupted by the sudden speed in Harry's. Ryan can't tell if it's taking all that rapid-fire input that makes him feel more tired all of a sudden or what, but it throws him off enough that he's left staring for a moment, blinking.]
...whoa, okay- uh, you too?
(what was that)
[ Ha ha ha ha-. poor ryan. this deserves some sort of explanation if he's going to keep in his head. ]
My hmm... empathy thing- [ is it empathy? he supposes it's a form of empathy. general energy always sort of tells him more or less where someone's feelings are at, he supposes. he's not lying, exactly. he's simply forgoing the mention that he just stole something.
he gestures at himself with his hand, smiling with this knowing sort of look. ]
It works a lot better with contact.
[ You feel amazing, by the way. ]
My hmm... empathy thing- [ is it empathy? he supposes it's a form of empathy. general energy always sort of tells him more or less where someone's feelings are at, he supposes. he's not lying, exactly. he's simply forgoing the mention that he just stole something.
he gestures at himself with his hand, smiling with this knowing sort of look. ]
It works a lot better with contact.
[ You feel amazing, by the way. ]
Edited 2014-09-25 04:51 (UTC)
[Anything. A dangerous offer. But for now, a hand other than his own touching him is more than enough.]
Oh god - [It's out loud, automatic, but he bites down hard on his lip this time as his head rolls back and he rocks up into the touch. Ryan really does have amazing hands. They've barely started to work and John is already trembling atop him, still worrying at his lip even after the initial urge to cry out has passed.]
That - yeah. That's good. Do you want -
[Anything, because as selfishly as he's taking, he needs to learn the whole process here. Should they be doing this at the same time? Should he take his shirt off, wriggle out of his jeans to give Ryan an easier grip? It's not that different, not really, but he still feels like he'd know where he stood so much more clearly with a girl.]
Oh god - [It's out loud, automatic, but he bites down hard on his lip this time as his head rolls back and he rocks up into the touch. Ryan really does have amazing hands. They've barely started to work and John is already trembling atop him, still worrying at his lip even after the initial urge to cry out has passed.]
That - yeah. That's good. Do you want -
[Anything, because as selfishly as he's taking, he needs to learn the whole process here. Should they be doing this at the same time? Should he take his shirt off, wriggle out of his jeans to give Ryan an easier grip? It's not that different, not really, but he still feels like he'd know where he stood so much more clearly with a girl.]
A whole lot better, apparently.
[And that's got him thinking- if he's feeling pretty good, and Harry wasn't, and he'd been offering to help lift the guy's mood a little...
Ryan shifts off the arm of the couch, distantly registering that touch of weakness (jesus, was I sitting there too long or what) and settles down on the cushion instead, right next to Harry.
(no, he has no sense of self-preservation.)]
--how many languages do you even know, anyway? D'you do that all the time?
[And that's got him thinking- if he's feeling pretty good, and Harry wasn't, and he'd been offering to help lift the guy's mood a little...
Ryan shifts off the arm of the couch, distantly registering that touch of weakness (jesus, was I sitting there too long or what) and settles down on the cushion instead, right next to Harry.
(no, he has no sense of self-preservation.)]
--how many languages do you even know, anyway? D'you do that all the time?
You have no idea.
[ like he thought, ryan's energy is like taking a shot of espresso. ...several shots. he loves espresso. harry's eyes follow him right until he's settled next to him. right next to him. in his space.
the closer you are - the more he takes. little by little. nobody ever sits closer to harry when they know. the poor guy really only does speak english, huh? that or he doesn't even care. come into the web, ryan. ]
Six. [ Well. The Chinese and German aren't exactly fluent but- ] I only thought to do it around you. Seemed like it'd be fun for you if everyone's constantly asking the same questions.
[ like he thought, ryan's energy is like taking a shot of espresso. ...several shots. he loves espresso. harry's eyes follow him right until he's settled next to him. right next to him. in his space.
the closer you are - the more he takes. little by little. nobody ever sits closer to harry when they know. the poor guy really only does speak english, huh? that or he doesn't even care. come into the web, ryan. ]
Six. [ Well. The Chinese and German aren't exactly fluent but- ] I only thought to do it around you. Seemed like it'd be fun for you if everyone's constantly asking the same questions.
It helps a little, yeah. I mean- it's a little uncomfortable just overhearing what people think, y'know? Can't help doing it, but I can't really help feeling kind of bad about it too.
[He shrugs slightly, sinking back against the couch cushions. God, this thing is comfortable, he's half-tempted to shut his eyes and relax a little. Just a little. It's easy to keep up a conversation even with your eyes closed, right?]
Pretty good way to handle it.
[He shrugs slightly, sinking back against the couch cushions. God, this thing is comfortable, he's half-tempted to shut his eyes and relax a little. Just a little. It's easy to keep up a conversation even with your eyes closed, right?]
Pretty good way to handle it.
Edited (SHUT. *SHUT* I SAID SHUT.) 2014-09-25 05:15 (UTC)
Just you.
[Just him and his willingness and those sounds he makes, so unlike anything Ryan's heard from him before, making him eager to pull more of them out. It doesn't matter that they're here, that they could be overheard; all Ryan wants is to make him feel as good as possible, show him it can be like this. That it's not something to reject or avoid.
He tugs John's pants out of the way (more easily, because guess who forgot John had sweatpants on, oops) to make touching him easier, starting to stroke instead of just brushing fingertips across skin.]
[Just him and his willingness and those sounds he makes, so unlike anything Ryan's heard from him before, making him eager to pull more of them out. It doesn't matter that they're here, that they could be overheard; all Ryan wants is to make him feel as good as possible, show him it can be like this. That it's not something to reject or avoid.
He tugs John's pants out of the way (more easily, because guess who forgot John had sweatpants on, oops) to make touching him easier, starting to stroke instead of just brushing fingertips across skin.]
[Just you. It echoes and echoes through his head. Oh, this is dangerous, this is potentially addictive. And there's not a chance they'll want the same things from it if the addiction grows.
But dangerous and potentially addictive are things he thrives on, and when they're combined with Ryan's hands stroking him properly, nothing could make him stop. Not the moments of actual affection that he's felt, not the confused desire for things he knows he can't allow himself, nothing. Those sounds Ryan wants are muffled, his teeth still holding his bottom lip punishingly tight, but they can't be stopped either; nor can his hips, rolling and riding Ryan's hand just a little bit harder and faster than what he offers. Even if he ups the pressure, the speed, John will push for more. Any concerns about how long he'll last or how he'll look are a million miles from his mind, lost in the sheer pleasure.]
God, oh fuck, yeah, don't - [At some point he slips, starts speaking aloud, voice quiet but as hoarse as if he'd been screaming for hours.] - don't stop, it's so good, just - fuck, I need this, please -
But dangerous and potentially addictive are things he thrives on, and when they're combined with Ryan's hands stroking him properly, nothing could make him stop. Not the moments of actual affection that he's felt, not the confused desire for things he knows he can't allow himself, nothing. Those sounds Ryan wants are muffled, his teeth still holding his bottom lip punishingly tight, but they can't be stopped either; nor can his hips, rolling and riding Ryan's hand just a little bit harder and faster than what he offers. Even if he ups the pressure, the speed, John will push for more. Any concerns about how long he'll last or how he'll look are a million miles from his mind, lost in the sheer pleasure.]
God, oh fuck, yeah, don't - [At some point he slips, starts speaking aloud, voice quiet but as hoarse as if he'd been screaming for hours.] - don't stop, it's so good, just - fuck, I need this, please -
That's great. Here's a place where you're free to be yourself and live as a mutant, except the part about your mutation. [He looks utterly disgusted.] That's really good. I can use that.
[What does he mean? It is a mystery, for now.]
They don't give a shit about anyone's needs. It's just brainwashing. Pushing peaceful co-existence on kids so no one actually gives humans the fight they deserve 'cause they're already too full of the Professor's crap.
[What does he mean? It is a mystery, for now.]
They don't give a shit about anyone's needs. It's just brainwashing. Pushing peaceful co-existence on kids so no one actually gives humans the fight they deserve 'cause they're already too full of the Professor's crap.
[ he could work around pills. has. it's something he does. he gets himself drugged out and then if he's bored with it he drains a source of power and rides it out. he comes and goes in waves most of the time. up and down. spikes where he's the most sluggish thing ever or bouncing off the walls and talking a mile a minute. he's addicted to it. he thinks perhaps he's going to get someone else just like him addicted to it but doesn't really care enough to be concerned about it.
he likes having a person just like him around too much. ]
It's a blast, isn't it? [ get it. blast. because - nevermind... he's picking himself up and pulling his hand back into himself, once he gives petre back to himself to follow the kaboom. hand slipping away so he doesn't take it back unintentionally. those fireworks were for him and harry's still got some. overcharged on it.
he turns a hand side to side next to his own head ]
Like your head exploded.
he likes having a person just like him around too much. ]
It's a blast, isn't it? [ get it. blast. because - nevermind... he's picking himself up and pulling his hand back into himself, once he gives petre back to himself to follow the kaboom. hand slipping away so he doesn't take it back unintentionally. those fireworks were for him and harry's still got some. overcharged on it.
he turns a hand side to side next to his own head ]
Like your head exploded.
Good. Shake the place up. Make 'em think twice about putting all their chips on controlling superpowered kids.
[His face splits into a wicked grin.]
Hasn't been easy doing it on my own, y'know. That's a lot of time wasted in detention.
[His face splits into a wicked grin.]
Hasn't been easy doing it on my own, y'know. That's a lot of time wasted in detention.
[Petre blinks like he's adjusting his eyeballs in his skull, mouth parted to breathe while he shakes something off. His hair? No. It's something else, something that's buzzing loudly like the blast made him go deaf.
(Harry said 'blast'. Hah.)
He turns his head to him without a frown. Just a blank stare of someone seeing his own face for the first time and failing to recognize it. Harry has his face. And his hair, or some color closer to it, if Petre didn't dye it every other week.
Eventually he gathers himself, makes proper use of the energy stored in his limbs, focus returning to the back of his mind. Sitting up he places both hands down on the mattress and slides his legs off. The ground feels exceptionally cool beneath his feet. The walls are whiter than before. His senses are flaring. He's high again.]
Get me out of here.
(Harry said 'blast'. Hah.)
He turns his head to him without a frown. Just a blank stare of someone seeing his own face for the first time and failing to recognize it. Harry has his face. And his hair, or some color closer to it, if Petre didn't dye it every other week.
Eventually he gathers himself, makes proper use of the energy stored in his limbs, focus returning to the back of his mind. Sitting up he places both hands down on the mattress and slides his legs off. The ground feels exceptionally cool beneath his feet. The walls are whiter than before. His senses are flaring. He's high again.]
Get me out of here.
[Well, as it turns out, Petre really did take blame for the New York trip. Thorough blame. So much blame, in fact, that John's punishment pales in comparison - he's got library duty for the better part of the morning and afternoons not taken up by classes, shelving books when they come in and just scanning for misshelvings when there are none. Sometimes he dusts, or sweeps the floors. They think the quiet, peaceful environment and monotonous work might help to soothe him, and the setting is good for keeping him away from others who might drag him into trouble.
The last point seems to be working, but the first two are nearly driving him insane. He can be found anywhere in the broad, expansive room, a converted ballroom, looking jittery and tense and generally miserable.]
The last point seems to be working, but the first two are nearly driving him insane. He can be found anywhere in the broad, expansive room, a converted ballroom, looking jittery and tense and generally miserable.]
I thought we'd already agreed on that. You're the one who wants to steal a car, which is less mischief and more felony.
[He likes it, though, that much is clear.]
[He likes it, though, that much is clear.]
If we do it right, the school's the one that ends up in trouble. What the hell kind of school lets things like that happen, anyway?
[His angle's becoming more clear - there's definitely a resentment toward the stranglehold the school has on the overall mutant mentality.
But he's also just a shit-stirrer. So totally pointless trouble works too.]
[His angle's becoming more clear - there's definitely a resentment toward the stranglehold the school has on the overall mutant mentality.
But he's also just a shit-stirrer. So totally pointless trouble works too.]
Boy, you sure do have some deep resentment for this place.
[ jumping back on the couch and then swinging his legs up to rest on the back of it. arms spread out and his head dangling off. upside down. tapping his toes together. ]
And some serious energy. I am going explode.
[ jumping back on the couch and then swinging his legs up to rest on the back of it. arms spread out and his head dangling off. upside down. tapping his toes together. ]
And some serious energy. I am going explode.
It could all be done better. You said it.
[Now he just looks casual, bored, but the spark's still in his eyes. Yes, he does. He hates that it's his only option right now aside from returning to park benches and occasional shelters, and it involves shovelling so much horseshit out of his brain once they've put it there.]
Alright. I know what we can do. This one's just good for a lecture, and plenty of people do it. [He tips his head to look down at Harry.] You seen the top-secret basement yet?
[Now he just looks casual, bored, but the spark's still in his eyes. Yes, he does. He hates that it's his only option right now aside from returning to park benches and occasional shelters, and it involves shovelling so much horseshit out of his brain once they've put it there.]
Alright. I know what we can do. This one's just good for a lecture, and plenty of people do it. [He tips his head to look down at Harry.] You seen the top-secret basement yet?
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