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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.


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."
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?"
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."
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.
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."
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."
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."
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."
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."
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."
Jun. 19th, 2007 06:12 pm (UTC)
"I had noticed," Seth admitted. "It's kind of funny, sometimes, but I imagine it would be sort of aggravating in the wrong situation."
Jun. 19th, 2007 09:33 pm (UTC)
"Yeah," Terence muttered, "like in bed which I really shouldn't be telling you ever oh shit." He colored.
Jun. 19th, 2007 10:01 pm (UTC)
Seth, his face rapidly going through the color spectrum, gave new meaning to the concept of uncomfortable silence.
Jun. 19th, 2007 10:05 pm (UTC)
"I didn't know people could turn that color," Terence observed, outlining the blush with his fingertips.
Jun. 19th, 2007 10:32 pm (UTC)
"It's an underappreciated talent," Seth said, shivering a little under Terence's fingers. "And damn. Now I feel bad, because I really am enjoying this, and er, the previous night day thing, and you're in love with my English teacher, and I'm intruding. Is it, you know, okay?"
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