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Tweak says, "Can I get a HALLELUJAH!"

Adrian: In all honesty, Adrian hadn't been expecting such a positive outcome once he gathered the courage to ask Coach Slade if he could come over. He assumed that the older male knew nothing of his sexuality, and after noticing his typing errors, figured he was under the influence of something. After saying goodbye to the few people he'd been talking to at the time, Adrian gathered the three packages of cigarettes he had stashed in his backpack and stuffed them in his coat pockets along with his wallet and cell phone.

When Coach Slade mentioned his address, Adrian had actually blushed a shade of red that had been terribly difficult to get rid of. It had been embarrassing for him to admit to already having the address memorised -- reduced to a simple set of numbers and string of words, if you will... But it was no surprise when he showed up on the other's doorstep with a six-pack and a gallon of milk, not to mention the Cocoa Puffs (he'd almost forgotten those during his bout of excitement). How he managed to get his hands on the alcohol, he never actually intended to discuss; the point was that he had happily obtained it for his darling PE teacher.

Sean: Was it strange that his student had IMd and asked to come over, yes. Hell yes. And, should he have allowed it? Uh.. decidedly not. His discretion this past week was beyond questionable, and circumstances regarding a teacher had left him with a smaller upcoming check. So, he was pissed. And he wanted to be drunk, and high and that was about it. Ass wouldn't be bad.. but.. who knew.

In general, he was pretty depressed. So when the doorbell rang, well, he got to his feet and went to answer it. In his own little home, Sean wore whatever he wanted. And tonight he was in a pair of black soccer shorts and boxers, and that was it. As was to be expected, he was fairly muscled, though one couldn't ever call him ripped.

The boy had said he wouldn't get him in trouble, but he didn't know how much to believe in that. Furthermore, if they wanted to fire him, this would be a damn good excuse right here. Anyway, he opened the door with a half smile and nodded. "Hey. Thanks for coming over." Yep, Sean was alone, as usual.

Adrian: Although Adrian expected to be greeted by Sean, he never thought the man could be wearing as little clothing as he was then, and still not be nude. He wasn't used to seeing him in such a way, but it didn't mean that he hadn't ever thought about it before. His first instinct was to touch him, but he didn't want to come off as awkward from the beginning, so what he did instead was lift up the six-pack in a sort of offering of peace. "Um... it's no problem, sir. I've got everything here, I think. Cocoa Puffs, milk, the rest is somewhere. May I come inside?"

He had caught the last bit of the taller, more superiour male's smile just before stepping into his home, and it made Adrian blush -- knowing he was blushing like a silly little girl only made it worse. "Um, should I set this stuff somewhere special, sir? How about the cigarettes? Do you keep them anywhere specific?" As he plucked the packages individually from his pockets, he refused to turn around to address Sean. His face was still much too red, and he was beginning to feel a little giggly.

Sean: "Of course, yeah." was his response to his student, especially since there was beer to go along with smokes and cocoa puffs and milk. And pot. There was plenty of pot thanks to a student who'd given Sean the number to his connection earlier in the evening. Ha. There were just so many things wrong with that night that it was unbelieveable. For the moment, though, it was all worth it. So, Sean stepped away from the doorway to let Adrian through and then made his way over to the couch.

This house was the exact same layout as the previous house complete with spare bedroom, pool room off the kitchen, office near that. The oversized leather couch sat in the middle of the room, a coffee table in front -- where all the pot was so far -- and a big screen TV in front of that. With a casual gesture, he indicated the coffee table as the proper place for the things he'd brought and he moved into the kitchen for bowls and spoons.

"So.. what's going on, hm? You sure you don't want to play water polo?" There was a sarcastic, killer little grin there and the shirtless male came back to the couch to pour himself some cereal. Surely, he knew that Adrian wouldn't be playing water polo. But, if that was the case, why was he here? Why had he offered? Sean had accepted because he was lonely.. but that was the extend of all hi emotions.

Adrian: He'd scurried into the house as soon as he was sure he was welcome and wanted as a form of company, and he was delighted to be in the other's very... plain presence. What made him nervous -- and by suggesting nervous, it was possible that there were other words that could have done a better job -- was the fact that at any time, he could be upsetting the other. Adrian had no idea how to please Sean, and it drove him mad. But rather than getting worked up, he chose to set the three packages of cigarettes on the coffee table in front of the couch, curiously eying the other things scattered on top of it.

"I'm pretty sure I'd just hurt the team, sir," Adrian replied almost as soon as he questioned, his top teeth coming down to rest on his lower lip once he was done speaking in an old, fidgety habit. "But other than that, sir -- coach -- sir, um... I don't think..." His voice had trailed off at that moment, and although he was aware of it, he seemed to be uninterested in finding a solution to the problem. For a minute, he kept his eyes focused on Sean's face, but once he understood that behaviour probably didn't qualify as 'acceptable,' he ducked his head down in embarrassment.

"...don't you need milk for that?" He was referring to the recently poured Cocoa Puffs, of course.

Sean: Sean was: half-naked, high, partially drunk, hungry, and a little horny. So when Adrian, a student he'd taken no particular interest in, but whom had taken an interest in him, it seemed only polite to further the interaction. And when a boy is willing to bring over smokes and munchy food in the middle of the night, who was he to tell him no? The boy seemed nervous, and it was almost a little cute. So, after the question of milk, Sean looked up and over at him, still a bit of a smile there on his unshaven face. "M'Gettin' there, Hywel.." And then a low chuckle spread out into the space of the living room as Sean poured said milk and passed it, along with the spare bowl and spoon, over to the younger boy. But, still, the boy wasn't unnervous! Which was beginning to be bothersome. So, as he sat back and balanced the bowl on his very nice stomach, he smirked. "Have a beer, have a smoke, have something and relax, kid. I'm not gonna rape you or anything.." Yep. And, down the hatch went his first bite of cereal.

Adrian: Adrian wasn't too keen on the idea of eating in front of Sean just yet -- he might have been, had the food been something other than cereal, which had the potential to be awfully dribbly in the worst ways. So when he was told to drink, smoke, have something and relax, he opted to light himself a cigarette and sit back against the couch's smooth surface. Sitting on the same piece of furniture as this beautiful creature was something that Adrian had trouble adjusting to, it seemed; in between taking gentle drags from the cigarette, the boy continued to shift his weight from one spot on the couch to another. The movement wasn't very large or unreasonable, but it brought about a large amount of guilt in him. Sean had asked him to relax. Yet, everytime he spotted the slightest hints of a smile on the other's face, his heart would flutter in his chest. "That's not something I'm really worried about," he'd taken care to mutter the words into the heel of his palm -- specifically while flicking the extra ash from his cigarette into the bowl that had been offered to him -- so as to distort them as much as possible by the time they made it to Sean's ears. "Um... s-sir, would you be offended if I asked you a question?"

Sean: This boy.. well, maybe something in the coach made him nervous. And so he'd be extra polite in everything he said. not a rude comment to be found on sean slade's lips tonight. of course, what he'd taken as mere description only hours earlier had been construed as vulgarity and disrespect. ugh. so, he'd have to toe the line. in any case, he was happily pouring himself another bowl of cereal, with no new milk when the boy spoke, and he'd lifted his eyebrows mid-bite to show that yes, indeed, a question would be allowed at the moment. he was sure, however, that he wouldn't be offended by the kid.. cause.. he was a kid. and he was here, and soon he'd be smoking pot with the deliciously inebriated coach.

Adrian: "Well, I d-don't know... I was just... Wondering." Sean Slade wasn't really the sort of person that made Adrian "shake in his boots," per se. In fact, the situation was quite the opposite -- more or less a sort of awkward taste in men that the boy had trouble explaining. But if he had to be brief about it, he'd probably get away just fine with saying that he was attracted to dominant males with over-inflated egos. Of course, assuming that his PE teacher matched this description wasn't exactly good for one's self-esteem... Adrian had enough problems already, especially those related to being considered an 'odd-ball.' "I guess... I j-just. Um, why aren't you... why does someone like you... live by yourself?" Oh, he'd gone over this scene countless times in his head. It always ended the exact same way: once he asked the question, Sean laughed in a display of amusement. Of course, following that there was a kiss, and Sean claiming that he was "most definitely gay, and still waiting to find someone to spend the rest of his life with!" But that wouldn't ever happen -- Adrian knew that there was a difference between daydreams and ... well, what happened on school nights.

Sean: Sean smirked then, after having finished the second bowl of cereal and the chocolatey milky goodness that remained. Yes, there was a dribble of milk down his chin which he'd casually wiped away with the back of his hand. Before he answered, though, he proceeded to lean over the table to take one of the cigarettes from Adrian's pack, thereby inadvertantly brushing his knee/thigh area, and light it. One deep inhale, and he spoke with the exhale. "Because it's more liberating than living with a roommate. Because I have the money to. Because it means I can have massive wild orgies with underage partners and have no one look down their nose at me. And, really, because I haven't found anyone worth living with. I mean, seriously, 'Near daily blowjobs' isn't something I can put in the ads that would fall under the criteria of roommate." Of course, he laughed then and smoked his cigarette. Ah. Kids and their silly questions.

Adrian: Adrian was left with his own cigarette dangling lifelessly from his lips and a blank expression to match. In all honesty, it was a funny sight to take in, but the only reason it had been formed (and remained there) at all were the combined efforts of Sean's hands, face and mouth. Unlike the last time he'd been caught staring, Adrian didn't jump to correct himself right away. Eventually, he let out a gentle yelp and jerked his head out of the position it'd been in for the past several moments to see that his cigarette had gotten so short (it'd burned his lips, which had been his reason for making any noise) that he let it slip from his mouth. Immediately, he scrambled to grab the bowl he'd been using for an ashtray and prayed -- to whatever deities cared about faggots -- that the itty bitty cigarette hadn't burnt the leather couch. It was this sort stuff that made him want to dig himself a cave and move in immediately. He'd learned that staring was rude at one point, and here he was staring, fantasizing and damaging another's property...

Sean: Adrian's scrambling had begun just as Sean sat back, completely unaware of the staring, of the reason for the yelp, or even of why Adrian was out of his seat and making such a fuss. But then it became apparent and Sean merely looked on as his couch remained unblemished, as Adrian settled, as much as was possible, back into the seat. Yes.. it was a bit strange, but then again, the whole night was strange. And.. it still wasn't dulled enough. '..Consider your pay docked..' Ugh. It was stupid. His own cigarette was finished and snuffed out in the bottom of his cereal bowl before he cleared space to roll a joint. The first, a slim, perfectly tight little thing was handed over to the boy without a question. And, if it wasn't taken immediately, Sean looked up, green eyes firm. "Calm down, Hywel. And remember you promised not to get me in trouble.." Mhm. And, then Sean went on to rolling one of his own. "Why do you ask why I live alone, hm? Who do you live with?"

Adrian: "Sir..." Adrian took the joint with one hand so that he could press the opposite hand to his mouth in a ginger manner -- just to feel at the skin and be sure it hadn't been badly burned. "Sir, why don't you just roll...one?" He watched Sean's fingers at work, occasionally tilting his head another way so that he could watch the other's eyes. "It would be easier to share," it hadn't crossed his mind that Sean may have not been fond of sharing; he wasn't used to living with people. When Adrian really thought about it, he didn't seem like a very social person... it was possible that he'd grown up without friends. Perhaps the fellow wasn't used to smoking pot with others. "Or, um... whatever you have in mind... is fine too." He shyly looked away, scooting closer to Sean momentarily so as to allow himself room to tuck his legs underneath himself. "Umm, I live with my parents right now. But I'm turning 18 in November, so..." He offered a little shrug to the other and curiously watched him finish rolling his own joint.

Sean: before sean lit his joint, he thought about the suggestion. hm. "good point. we'll start with one. if you decide you want more, then we'll light up the other. but there's no use in wasting half a joint because you don't want to smoke the rest." mhm. the second jewel was left on the table and the lighter was passed to adrian. in all, it was still a pretty relaxing night. just.. with company now. but, at the thought of living with his parents, sean had to smirk. "still with them, hm? such a little boy scout. you sure you won't be with them while you're in college? i hear it's cheaper at home. of course, you can't bring your girlfriend over after classes or anything.." yep. he lay there, sprawled over his half of the couch and studied the young man's features. fairly delicate. not too sporty. but then again, maybe he was one of those emoey kids these days that were more like girls than boys sometimes. hm. but.. he didn't wear eyeliner, did he? eventually, he looked away and waited for the lit joint to be passed.

Adrian: Just before taking a large drag from the joint, Adrian turned and frowned lightly at Sean. He wasn't upset with the fact that the older male had called him a little boyscout -- he could never be upset at the Coach. It was just surprising, maybe a little painful, in one way or another, but he knew that the other hadn't meant any harm. By the time he exhaled, the joint was already in Sean's possession, but he had thought about it for a couple minutes... and by the time Sean was ready to exhale, Adrian had shot him a curious sort of look (one of his front teeth had snagged his lower lip again). "I wouldn't really want to bring girls back to the house anyway." While Adrian didn't have a mop of hair suitable for covering his eyes, he had worn eyeliner before; all his friends were girls and that was the way he preferred it. It was less awkward when he could speak to people who understood the things he had to say -- unlike most boys his age, he had feelings about things.

Sean: sean had taken the joint and put his lips to the little white paper exactly where adrian's lips had been only moments prior. to him, this wasn't a big thing at all. this was involved in sharing a joint. and so he did it without any hesitancy. a deep drag had been followed by a pause as he passed the joint back, and then by a steady stream of smoke. in any other context, he would've made another mention of adrian's aversion to bringing girls home being completely because of his parents being around. but there was something that caught. something in the tone of his voice, the way he said it that made sean aware, very much so, that this boy was gay. hm. well. that's why he wouldn't want to play waterpolo. the kid was gay, and, as stereotypical and wrong as it may have been, in sean's mind, gay boys didn't play sports. not of any kind. well, maybe golf. so, he just nodded and that was that. for the moment, he didn't have anything to say. no, because he was very much enjoying the pot, and.. that was thanks to one mr. kevin gillespie. ha. that boy would be making straight a's in gym. as would this fine fellow for the cocoa puffs and smokes. "well.. so.. if you don't want to come to gym or anything.. you don't have to. i'll pass you this semester just for the smokes."

Adrian: Adrian didn't exactly understand. Was Coach Slade telling him that he'd prefer it if he avoided the gymnasium altogether? Adrian had the joint in his hand, and he held it idly for a while, silently repeating what the older male had recently said, over and over to himself. If he really paid attention, he was almost positive he could feel a part of himself die right then and there. "I like... coming to gym, sir," in reality, what he was saying was a partial lie. Adrian liked spending time with Sean, and he liked being praised for doing well. For the most part, he always did everything perfectly -- just as he was instructed, but there was something about the way he went about things that always seemed a bit... feminine. And there was no use doubting the fact that people poked fun at him for it. Because of that, he hated participating at all. And he had never enjoyed it until he had Sean Slade as a gym teacher. Perhaps it was wrong for him to feel that way -- but it was even worse for him to be smoking pot on the very man's couch. "But I don't mind... bringing you 'smokes,' either."

Sean: he had to laugh. even with the pot, the boy just looked so.. stressed, wound up, tight, it was almost painful to watch, but he did, as he was laughing. "then come to class, hywel. it's your choice. i'm just saying that you did me a favor, i'd be happy to do you one is all." mhm. the kid needed to loosen up, especially around sean, but he could see, after pot and trying to put the boy at ease, that it probably wouldn't happen. that.. wasn't something he could force, and so he didn't. still, the table in front of him was messy, and he couldn't have that so, he cleaned it up. cereal box was closed, the bowls and milk and beer were all gathered up and taken to the kitchen where they were either put in the sink or the fridge. he did come back, however, with the last two cold beers he'd had stowed away, and offered one to the boy upon sitting down. "oy. i'm honestly not sure how much longer this teaching thing will last. they've busted me now for apparently making inappropriate comments to the girls, and then for supposedly posting that conversation with malicious intent, i've got my pay docked.. and when they find out about you being over here and the kid that helped me score the pot.. i'm sure i'll just be fired. or go to jail or something." at which point he took a looong pull from the bottle of beer.

Adrian: "A favour?" It took Adrian a moment to fully register what the other's words actually meant, for he had been focusing on the fact that a favour had just been offered to him. While Sean went about the task of cleaning the coffee table off, Adrian had the ability to do what he wanted with the joint; when Sean returned and began to talk to him about his feelings for the school, he was just finishing his third hit. He pulled the joint away from his mouth and held it out to the other, suggesting that he come back over to the couch and sit down. It was true that Adrian thought Sean was far too wound up, considering the hour, but it wasn't really his place to be telling him what to do. "What kind of favour do you mean, though?" A generous cloud of smoke trailed out of his mouth and nostrils as he spoke, and he even went so far as to grin for no reason at all. The stuff was finally doing something to him.

Sean: it wasn't great pot, but it was good pot. and good pot was better than no pot. so, when the kid held the joint out to him, well, sean took one hell of a deep drag, and by the time he blew it all out, well, he looked like trogdor, only with no burninating. anyway. he shrugged, and walked the joint back around the couch, one last hit before he passed back the rest to the kid, and he sat down once more, one hand behind his head, one hand on his stomach. "dunno. you tell me. i mean, i can only do so much, and with administration breathing down my neck, i have no idea what i could actually pull off.." and, yes, sean was smiling, and drinking.. and it was all turning out very well indeed.

Adrian: Adrian watched him as he spoke. From his position on the couch, Sean looked as though he could be described as "at ease," but at the same time, it was obvious he had plenty of things on his mind, even in his current state of intoxication. "They're not going to fire you, sir. Once they see that you're making an effort to obey the rules they've given to you, they'll give you the rest of your pay back." Adrian'd spent some time toying with the desire to move closer to his older companion, and the more he weighed the idea against all the others he had floating around, the more he decided it was worth it. When he finally went about his business and scooted towards the athletic male's sprawled-out figure, it was impossible for him to deny himself the right to trace his index finger along the bare forearm that had been tempting him for the last three and a half minutes. He was a creep, and he knew it; the majority of his attention -- by then -- was focused shyly on the beer Sean held in his hand. His own hands had dropped lifelessly to the leather and were being used to support him as he leaned towards the other... but he was, for the most part, a primarily submissive display.

Sean: oh.. sean was pretty damn high which only intensified his tipsiness. whatever he'd been talking about earlier, probably the unfairness at school, it had him down. but.. then there was that touch. just a small one, but it had him looking at the boy from under his eyelashes, green eyes almost hazy with intoxication. "oh, and i suppose this qualifies as following the rules? smoking pot and drinking with you, hm?" no, he wasn't sure what to make of the boy. not at all, but he wasn't quite ready to fling him off the couch, and so he laid there just looking at the boy before he moved his arm away in order to drink the rest of the beer. hm. this.. this would have to be dealt with silence, just to see what the little boy scout would do next. surely.. he'd just.. well, sean didn't know. and after his beer was finished, well, he'd leaned over for the other joint and the lighter. "you gonna have some of this or are you done for the night?"

Adrian: "It's not in the rules," Adrian honestly didn't know how to respond to some of the points Sean was making. It seemed that the man had set out to prove himself at fault, and in Adrian's eyes, that went against everything the Coach had established for himself at Everglade High. In a way, he wasn't sure it would be right for him to continue to try and show Sean why it was wrong for him to be putting himself down, but the boyscout in Adrian refused to let it go without mention. Before he had the opportunity to speak up, Sean was leaning away from his spot against the back of the couch -- for the other joint! "I'll have some, but only if you're going to have some more... you look a little tense," Adrian studied Sean's face, watching for any sort of reaction.

Sean: the whole.. situation.. it wasn't uncomfortable, but it was if only in the sense that sean didn't know how to deal with it. and, with that in mind, he shrugged and lit the joint. once everything was of to a very smoky start, he passed it the little distance to adrian and shrugged a bit. "i can't help it. this shit with school.. i mean.. i just gotta stop being so blatant about it, i suppose. otherwise, it's just a matter of not getting any lately." yep. there'd been one girl from the pool hall but.. really. that was nearly four days ago now! and.. helping himself could only get him so far. sean had been staring these past few minutes, staring down his stomach at adrian and for the life of him.. he had very delicate features, almost. mhm. there was somthing in his mouth, or maybe his jaw that sean just.. liked. then again, the gay boys always had ncie mouths, it seemed, now that he looked back on it.

Adrian: "Yeah?" He'd accepted the joint as it was passed to him, raising his eyebrows as he took a hit. He pulled the joint away from his lips to tilt his head back while he held everything in -- the small movement exposed his neck to the open air, and Sean's eyes, should they care to look, in a way that mocked one of the many reactions to pleasure. In reality, he was thinking. After a second pull from the joint, which he hadn't entirely planned, he passed it back to Sean and exhaled slowly. "How long's it been, though?" The tone Adrian used to ask was easily identified as curious -- he was inquiring, trying to show a bit of interest that didn't seem awkward in an outlandish manner. Besides, it wasn't like men didn't sit around and have conversations about things like this to begin with. The both of them were loaded with enough chemicals to be easily influenced into conversations they wouldn't usually have in one another's presence... They could probably go through the countless excuses to compile a list of reasons that their behaviour was perfectly normal.

Sean: sean had been much higher in his life. he'd been on a lot more drugs before, and he'd been a good deal more drunk. but this kid.. he just had eyes that begged. and then, well, but he couldn't, obviously, be doing it on purpose because sean was clearly not gay, right? right! so, he'd made up his mind not to look at the kid, which was why he was focused on the waistband of his shorts, and the hair that was right there under his belly button. "since i've gotten any? jeeze.. it's got to be at least.." and then his eyes went to the ceiling as he calculated in his head.. "..at least two weeks. which.. is seriously pushing it. i mean, i can at least grab some girl to blow me by now.." mhm, that was quite true. "you? young kid like you, you've gotta be getting some pretty regularly.." mhm. he'd flicked his eyes back to adrian's face just as he was exhaling the smoke and.. yep. there it was, a strange desire to cup his cheek. but, that was pushed away as he reached for the joint once more.

Adrian: "Not... not really." His shoulders tensed just then, lifting up towards his neck in a half-hearted attempt to suggest that it "wasn't a big deal." As he relaxed, he tried to follow Sean's gaze, sensing that something was persuading him to feel ... edgy -- whether it was his own presence, Adrian was unable to say. But since they'd smoked the first joint, he'd taken several steps away from the rut he'd been stuck in upon arriving earlier. His nervousness wasn't gone entirely, but it had improved, and he didn't want to make Sean uncomfortable. "I mean... I guess I haven't in a while, you know?" When Adrian wasn't speaking, his teeth were tugging at his lower lip. He wanted to continue to speaking, but some part of him (to be honest, he wasn't too sure he liked this part that much) had persuaded him to keep quiet and debate the situation for a minute more. Was Sean really as inebriated as he wanted to think? Though perhaps "inebriated" wasn't the right word -- high, drunk and horny, when left alone, were all very nice things to be... but mixing them together, even in little amounts, could be a very interesting situation. But was Sean's mind altered enough to not judge something as typical as a situation like this one as he normally would? "...sir? I... I couldblowyouifyou'dlike." It'd all come out in one big, jumbly mess, but perhaps it was better that way.

Sean: sean.. didn't have any words. nope. he was too busy being stoned that he couldn't really think of anything to say. and, adrian said he hadn't really gotten any lately, so there was nothing to discuss there. he'd been mid-exhale, finishing off that last, beautiful joint when adrian's question came. under normal circumstances, sean would've required clarification, but since his mind was a jumbly mess, he understood perfectly. his reactions came before he had the chance to stop himself, a smile and then a frown as she shook his head. "i.. i'm not gay or anything.. but.. i mean.. if you want to.. i won't stop you.." mhm. it was a free blowjob!!!! and, well, there'd always been that question of what it would be like, if boys were rougher or something. and, well, this was definitely new, and it had been offered in all sincerity.. he thought through it and decided that, indeed, if adrian wanted to, who was sean to stop him? maybe he'd know better than girls what a man wanted? and maybe he'd just cry mouthrape, which brought sean into a near sitting position, a hand on adrian's shoulder. "you.. just.. you keep your promise.."