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Who: Sean Slade and Adrian Hywel.
What: Drinking, hesitance and affection.
Where: Sean's house, south Florida.
Adrian: Adrian had waited 15 minutes for Sean to arrive, but there wasn't a single moment where he doubted that the other would actually show up. The boy had a twisted sort of faith in his PE instructor, whether it meant that he'd be feeding himself reassurance on the street corner at 10:00PM on a Sunday, or convincing himself that it was "luck" that earned him a position on his knees before the other. And he preferred it that way; positivity was much better than negativity, and at this rate, Adrian was more or less starved for praise. It didn't matter what sort of compliments he received -- in all honesty, it made him feel amazing to be able to get his gym teacher off in the manner that he did (especially considering that Sean seemed like such a reserved person at times) -- just as long as his esteem could be fed and allowed to grow.
In one way or another, Adrian had to have noticed that the street corner was a lonely little place to wait for Sean, but on the other hand, once he finally did roll up in his car, it certainly would be glorified to an extent that Adrian felt as though he'd been rescued. Perhaps it had been intended. He went to certain extremes to impress the older male, specifically making sure he was changed and well-groomed before leaving the house (in most cases, Adrian would have preferred to bury himself beneath his bedsheets and dream of the things that could-have-been).
Sean: On the lonely, boring night after Homecoming, Sean had left his house at 9:30 to retrieve his student. However, Adrian wasn’t the only thing Sean would be picking up that evening. No, before the boy, Sean had to pick up refreshments in the form of another case of beer, another helping of pot, and a few other recreational tools such as condoms.
However, he was there at the appointed 9:50, rolling up to the corner in the silver SUV he absolutely adored. And, it wasn’t until that very moment, looking out the window at the teenager on the corner that he realized just how wrong and awful this was. Usually the boy came to his door, they had their bit of fun, they shot the shit and smoked their pot, and then that was that. But this.. this was going to be a sleepover. Which, well, brought up a whole new variety of the illegal activities in which they could participate.
As soon as the boy had entered the car and safely strapped himself in, Sean made the journey back to his home which, at least for tonight, wouldn’t be so lonely. And, since there wasn’t anything crucial to say, he said nothing for the time being.
Adrian: Adrian felt his heart flutter as the SUV reached a complete stop near the curb Sean had agreed to meet him at. It was refreshing, at last, to be able to move out of the cramped, sitting position he'd been in for the last twenty minutes. With his knees pulled as close to his chest as possible and his chin tucked in against his forearms, which had been folded reassuringly against his knees, it wasn't too difficult to leap up and brush the clingy bits of grass off his jeans once he was ready. There was no need to express how much the other's arrival had meant to him, but there was no real reason to cower away from him in fear, either. This evening already -- though it was lacking everything a 'normal' person would look for to use as deciding points when judging another's character -- had proved to Adrian that Sean could be trusted completely.
"Hi," his offered greeting was gentle, but not too faint. He could tell Sean didn't feel like talking, and certainly wasn't going to insist on starting a conversation. It felt awkward, perhaps even sad to sit in complete silence, though, and Adrian didn't want to stare at Sean the whole way there. So instead of asking the generic questions, Adrian searched the older man's face for clues and picked at a loose thread sitting on the thigh of his jeans. "I brought my toothbrush like you said."
Sean: It wasn't that Sean didn't want to talk, he just didn't know what to say. It felt like he was picking up a hooker, what with the corner and all, but Adrian wasn't a hooker. And he was a boy. Which made a world of difference to Sean, actually. Furthermore, this was his student, someone he knew, someone he had feelings about. About. Not for. No matter how amazing Adrian was with his mouth, that wasn't going to suddenly make romantic feelings spring to life inside Sean Slade. He just wasn't wired that way.
The greeting was given a brief smile and a nod before Sean rolled out into the night. And, at the silence, only intruded upon by the radio, he grew a little.. uneasy. Thankfully, his student said something pretty.. funny. Which made Sean smirk. Not laugh. "Well, good. That's important for a morning routine, you know." It wasn't until they were almost to Sean's little house that he finally spoke again. "It was too late to sell liquor, but I bought some more beer, and I think I have some Stoli at the house. If you're interested in it.."
Getting drunk on a Sunday night? Well, sure! If Sean was going to sin, he was going to sin big. And the plans he had for the evening pretty much required a little, if not a lot, of inebriation.
Adrian: Adrian liked vodka, and he'd drink beer if it was the only thing around, but when he tried to focus on the other's tone-of-voice, it sounded like Sean was really stressing that the both of them end the night absolutely shit-faced. There was a generous distance between what Adrian assumed and what really went on in life, but when things remained secret, it was impossible to correct mistakes. "Sure, whichever you prefer," when Adrian heard his own voice, it sounded almost alien to his ears. He'd been so used to hearing the frail sounds he produced in reply to Sean's questions and demands, that when he answered him in a typically stable manner, it was easy to identify.
It was difficult to accept that being around Sean was an activity that required time to 'ease' into a state of comfort... but just like slipping into a hot bath, it was wise to take every minute of adjustment as seriously as the first, lest someone get scalded. Adrian didn't want to find himself doing something that could draw out an angry side of the man (although there was a darker place in his mind that wouldn't have minded that), so he convinced himself that drinking with Sean was extremely necessary.
They had exchanged bits of information in a fashion that qualified as 'conversing,' but after several drinks each (Adrian had lost count, and was having trouble finishing sentences he'd started due to the fact that he'd get distracted by something else) and the occasional passing of a joint, Adrian had either boldly, or unknowingly crawled up onto Sean. It took him a moment at least to settle down, straddling Sean's lap with one hand placed shakily on each of the coach's shoulders.
Sean: Sean wasn't exactly stressing that they get absolutely shit-faced. He was more like assuming that they would since both of their previous escapades had included inebriation of some level. If a psychologist were to analyze the situation, they'd probably say that Sean refused to be sober during the delightful sessions that Adrian spent on his knees in front of the coach because he was afraid of something, or disgusted by something. In truth, he was.
But it wasn't a fear of anything that Adrian was, really. Unless, of course, he took into account that this one didn't have breasts, and the normal means of fucking would be a bit altered. It was purely that Adrian was a boy. And that in being a boy, it made Sean a little gay. But, no! Not gay, but pansexual according to Cary Duncan. And that made all the difference in the world to Sean Slade. When he could rationalize something into just being a greedy man who thrived on sex, then he could completely settle into comfort about the whole thing.
When the boy, so nervous, just like the girls were on occasion, crawled up onto his lap, Sean couldn't help but grin that pervy little grin he'd been known to show around campus before he'd been busted. There were times that Sean had fantasized and the person of interest started off as a girl, but gradually morphed into Adrian. And those times, well, they were a little frightening at first. That is, until he'd discovered how to think of Adrian as a girl, to ignore his cock and get on with it. At last, he spoke, one hand holding a beer, the other placed possessively on Adrian's hip.
"I'm surprised it took you so long. Considering how eager you usually are.." Mhm. The big goal for the night, the one that seemed harder and harder to accomplish, was to screw the darling boy scout in his lap, the one that was always nervous, it seemed, but so fucking confident once the zipper came down.
In one way or another, Adrian had to have noticed that the street corner was a lonely little place to wait for Sean, but on the other hand, once he finally did roll up in his car, it certainly would be glorified to an extent that Adrian felt as though he'd been rescued. Perhaps it had been intended. He went to certain extremes to impress the older male, specifically making sure he was changed and well-groomed before leaving the house (in most cases, Adrian would have preferred to bury himself beneath his bedsheets and dream of the things that could-have-been).
Sean: On the lonely, boring night after Homecoming, Sean had left his house at 9:30 to retrieve his student. However, Adrian wasn’t the only thing Sean would be picking up that evening. No, before the boy, Sean had to pick up refreshments in the form of another case of beer, another helping of pot, and a few other recreational tools such as condoms.
However, he was there at the appointed 9:50, rolling up to the corner in the silver SUV he absolutely adored. And, it wasn’t until that very moment, looking out the window at the teenager on the corner that he realized just how wrong and awful this was. Usually the boy came to his door, they had their bit of fun, they shot the shit and smoked their pot, and then that was that. But this.. this was going to be a sleepover. Which, well, brought up a whole new variety of the illegal activities in which they could participate.
As soon as the boy had entered the car and safely strapped himself in, Sean made the journey back to his home which, at least for tonight, wouldn’t be so lonely. And, since there wasn’t anything crucial to say, he said nothing for the time being.
Adrian: Adrian felt his heart flutter as the SUV reached a complete stop near the curb Sean had agreed to meet him at. It was refreshing, at last, to be able to move out of the cramped, sitting position he'd been in for the last twenty minutes. With his knees pulled as close to his chest as possible and his chin tucked in against his forearms, which had been folded reassuringly against his knees, it wasn't too difficult to leap up and brush the clingy bits of grass off his jeans once he was ready. There was no need to express how much the other's arrival had meant to him, but there was no real reason to cower away from him in fear, either. This evening already -- though it was lacking everything a 'normal' person would look for to use as deciding points when judging another's character -- had proved to Adrian that Sean could be trusted completely.
"Hi," his offered greeting was gentle, but not too faint. He could tell Sean didn't feel like talking, and certainly wasn't going to insist on starting a conversation. It felt awkward, perhaps even sad to sit in complete silence, though, and Adrian didn't want to stare at Sean the whole way there. So instead of asking the generic questions, Adrian searched the older man's face for clues and picked at a loose thread sitting on the thigh of his jeans. "I brought my toothbrush like you said."
Sean: It wasn't that Sean didn't want to talk, he just didn't know what to say. It felt like he was picking up a hooker, what with the corner and all, but Adrian wasn't a hooker. And he was a boy. Which made a world of difference to Sean, actually. Furthermore, this was his student, someone he knew, someone he had feelings about. About. Not for. No matter how amazing Adrian was with his mouth, that wasn't going to suddenly make romantic feelings spring to life inside Sean Slade. He just wasn't wired that way.
The greeting was given a brief smile and a nod before Sean rolled out into the night. And, at the silence, only intruded upon by the radio, he grew a little.. uneasy. Thankfully, his student said something pretty.. funny. Which made Sean smirk. Not laugh. "Well, good. That's important for a morning routine, you know." It wasn't until they were almost to Sean's little house that he finally spoke again. "It was too late to sell liquor, but I bought some more beer, and I think I have some Stoli at the house. If you're interested in it.."
Getting drunk on a Sunday night? Well, sure! If Sean was going to sin, he was going to sin big. And the plans he had for the evening pretty much required a little, if not a lot, of inebriation.
Adrian: Adrian liked vodka, and he'd drink beer if it was the only thing around, but when he tried to focus on the other's tone-of-voice, it sounded like Sean was really stressing that the both of them end the night absolutely shit-faced. There was a generous distance between what Adrian assumed and what really went on in life, but when things remained secret, it was impossible to correct mistakes. "Sure, whichever you prefer," when Adrian heard his own voice, it sounded almost alien to his ears. He'd been so used to hearing the frail sounds he produced in reply to Sean's questions and demands, that when he answered him in a typically stable manner, it was easy to identify.
It was difficult to accept that being around Sean was an activity that required time to 'ease' into a state of comfort... but just like slipping into a hot bath, it was wise to take every minute of adjustment as seriously as the first, lest someone get scalded. Adrian didn't want to find himself doing something that could draw out an angry side of the man (although there was a darker place in his mind that wouldn't have minded that), so he convinced himself that drinking with Sean was extremely necessary.
They had exchanged bits of information in a fashion that qualified as 'conversing,' but after several drinks each (Adrian had lost count, and was having trouble finishing sentences he'd started due to the fact that he'd get distracted by something else) and the occasional passing of a joint, Adrian had either boldly, or unknowingly crawled up onto Sean. It took him a moment at least to settle down, straddling Sean's lap with one hand placed shakily on each of the coach's shoulders.
Sean: Sean wasn't exactly stressing that they get absolutely shit-faced. He was more like assuming that they would since both of their previous escapades had included inebriation of some level. If a psychologist were to analyze the situation, they'd probably say that Sean refused to be sober during the delightful sessions that Adrian spent on his knees in front of the coach because he was afraid of something, or disgusted by something. In truth, he was.
But it wasn't a fear of anything that Adrian was, really. Unless, of course, he took into account that this one didn't have breasts, and the normal means of fucking would be a bit altered. It was purely that Adrian was a boy. And that in being a boy, it made Sean a little gay. But, no! Not gay, but pansexual according to Cary Duncan. And that made all the difference in the world to Sean Slade. When he could rationalize something into just being a greedy man who thrived on sex, then he could completely settle into comfort about the whole thing.
When the boy, so nervous, just like the girls were on occasion, crawled up onto his lap, Sean couldn't help but grin that pervy little grin he'd been known to show around campus before he'd been busted. There were times that Sean had fantasized and the person of interest started off as a girl, but gradually morphed into Adrian. And those times, well, they were a little frightening at first. That is, until he'd discovered how to think of Adrian as a girl, to ignore his cock and get on with it. At last, he spoke, one hand holding a beer, the other placed possessively on Adrian's hip.
"I'm surprised it took you so long. Considering how eager you usually are.." Mhm. The big goal for the night, the one that seemed harder and harder to accomplish, was to screw the darling boy scout in his lap, the one that was always nervous, it seemed, but so fucking confident once the zipper came down.