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Give me your rentboys, your whores, your not quite monogamous masses yearning to. Well. You know.

Location: A room. Of some sort.
Time: Not important, but probably late afternoon to early evening.

Seth Cuthbert, a small, slight boy with short Holocaust survivor hair stepped into the room. He stared at each of the gray walls, then sat down on a couch that seemed to be one of the main decorative features. After a moment, he was confronted by the entrance of another boy, an equally small, pretty sort of a boy in a top hat and a cravat. They were men's clothes, although the boy looked hardly older than sixteen. Seth blinked. "Hello," he said.

"Hello," said the pretty boy. "I'm the Saint. Who are you?"

"I'm Seth Cuthbert," said Seth, slightly puzzled. "You're a saint?"

"No. The Saint. It is different," the Saint informed him laboriously, and sat down next to him on the couch, a good deal closer than Seth would have liked. "And now," he added. "We wait."

"We wait for what?" asked Seth somewhat nervously. There was something fundamentally indecent about the Saint.

The Saint shrugged. "For the people to come. I expect they will. I," he added, with a flourish of one hand, "am a magnet. For people. Pretty people especially."

"I think you give yourself too much credit," said Seth

"You're here, aren't you?" pointed out the Saint.

Seth looked blank, then settled down to pout for a bit.

The Saint waited patiently, toying a bit with his top hat brim.

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simonia
Jun. 15th, 2007 02:04 am (UTC)
"Yeah," Terence said, "true. I just like boys, and I don't see how you're any different." He yawned hugely, cracking his jaw. "Think it would be too weird if we fell asleep together, now that you're probably picturing me with your monkish English teacher right now in your head?"
simplysidhe
Jun. 15th, 2007 02:24 am (UTC)
"I don't," Seth replied, smiling a little, and pressed a few inches closer, if that was even at this point faintly possible. "And," he admitted, his head fitting neatly under Terence's chin, "I am too tired to care even if it is weird. Fucking dance rehearsal."
simonia
Jun. 15th, 2007 02:27 am (UTC)
"You're a dancer? That's cool. Wait. You probably said something about that. Anyway." He gave a sigh of supreme contentment and nestled into the couch cushions, looping an arm around Seth's middle. "Sleeping."
simplysidhe
Jun. 15th, 2007 10:14 pm (UTC)
"Sleeping," Seth agreed, and buried his nose in Terence's chest.
simonia
Jun. 16th, 2007 09:56 pm (UTC)
((Are we going to skip some time, or narrate sleeping?))
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:08 am (UTC)
((Skip time, presumably. If we're not writing blow jobs, we are certainly not writing, "Seth turned over a bit and muttered something unintelligible about Horton choreography.")

Seth was woken by the creeping sense in the back of his mind that he had been lying comfortably for to long for something awful not to have happened. He discovered, however, that there was still a Terence over whom he was sprawled, and he smiled, swallowing the nausea that came from being unbound, from being in physical contact with himself, from smelling the warm and stifling smell of humans and of bodies.
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:27 am (UTC)
Terence stirred, wrinkled his nose, and blinked. He breathed in, experimentally, and found that his respiration was somewhat impeded. There was a scrawny boy - a boy? yes, a boy, that was a boy - sleeping - or was he waking? - on top of him. He closed his eyes and waited for the memories to churn up from the mess of sleep. Presently, they did so, and he grinned. "Seth," he whispered.
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:40 am (UTC)
"Terence," Seth murmured back, a disgustingly happy grin appearing on his face. "You're still here," he pointed out unnecessarily.
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:42 am (UTC)
"Astute," Terence noted, and kissed Seth rather messily. "Hello. Good morning. Or afternoon. Or evening or night, even."
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:51 am (UTC)
"Mmm. Yes, it is. Whatever it is. Good, I mean. Um, I'm not awake yet, hang on." Seth laughed. "You know, you remind me of a golden retriever. In a good way, I promise."
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:53 am (UTC)
"Mm," Terence said. "You're adorable, did you know that? Even first thing in the whatever." He yawned hugely, and squeezed Seth a little closer.
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 01:05 am (UTC)
"Ow," Seth let out. "Sorry. Just, you know, bruises and whatnot. 'S nothing. God, where are we anyway?"
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 01:07 am (UTC)
"I don't know. In the other room. Because in the other room, there's, you know, a menage a whatsit." He raised his eyebrows in concern. "Bruises?"
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 01:14 am (UTC)
"From, you know, bandages and such." Seth rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, it's just a product of my being too much of a lazy ass to find a decent thing to bind with. Yeah, what was with those three? The one in the top hat and the German one, I think, and the other one looked sort of Eastern European?"
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 01:18 am (UTC)
"Oh," Terence said. "I'm. Oh. Oh, Seth." He ran a hand through Seth's hair. "But those guys, I don't know. It kind of seems like a whole bunch of guys who're, um, sort of easy I guess, all just ended up in the same place. Weird, huh?"
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 01:36 am (UTC)
"Yeah," Seth agreed, wrinkling his forehead in puzzlement. "This is so weird. I mean, you're from the east coast, and I'm in LA. I thought this was Hollis' living room. Hollis, that's my notboyfriend."
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 01:39 am (UTC)
"Hollis. Nice name," Terence said absently. "I thought this was the Forsythe common room - that's the dorm where I live, at the academy. I don't know, but it's kind of nice that it happened, you know?"
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 07:08 pm (UTC)
"Well," said Seth with a laugh, "you got a blow job out of it, so. No, really, I'm glad. You're nice, and this is nice, and you've been just sort of very soft, and warm, and not angry, and nice."
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 07:14 pm (UTC)
"You, too," Terence said with marked incoherence, and kissed Seth again. "And you're a good kisser, too," he proclaimed, essentially to Seth's lips.
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 07:32 pm (UTC)
"Mmmph. Thanks," Seth managed to say. "And, if this isn't too weird to ask, why did you bother with me? I mean, me specifically. Like you said, there were um, a lot of guys out there, and most of them would have done more."
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 07:44 pm (UTC)
"Dunno," Terence said. "You looked like the one who was closest to my age, for one, except the Saint, who I think I already met - Biblically - before, anyway - and you looked really awkward." He continued with the very important business of kissing. "You know, I really like awkward boys."
simplysidhe
Jun. 18th, 2007 02:05 am (UTC)
"Thank you?" Seth tried, a little confused. "Well, you'd have to, if you love Mr. Stanton...um, George, um. Whatever I'm supposed to call him."
simonia
Jun. 18th, 2007 03:13 pm (UTC)
"I don't know, probably whatever," Terence considered. "I used to call him Georgie, but I guess I shouldn't. Now that we're not. You know. Whatever."
simplysidhe
Jun. 18th, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
"Still," Seth replied, brushing hands with a degree of fascination over the lines of Terence's chest, "it's whatever you think is right, I think. I know he misses you."
simonia
Jun. 18th, 2007 09:36 pm (UTC)
"Mm," Terence said, with a singular lack of conviction. "Oh you have like a million years to stop doing that it feels good - anyway. Anyway. It just. It doesn't make any sense, that's what he said, and I don't know whether you'd noticed but everything has to make sense for him. All the time."
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