Post by Ciaran Noah Black on Feb 23, 2009 21:16:18 GMT
After just having received a voicemail from Tyler, Ciaran frowned to himself, he didn’t really understand what was so important, well there could be a few things, but he wasn’t sure. He tapped out a quick text message reply which said he’d be right over, well that he’d be there in a second. Ciaran ran a hand through his unstraightened hair, deciding he’d wear his beanie; it would cover up the mess. Really, he had no idea why he was even caring to bother with his appearance, I mean; he was going to see his best friend in his dorm. It wasn’t as if he was going out and about around the island.
Grabbing the black hat from the end of his bed he stuffed it on his head and continued frowning to himself, he was starting to get paranoid about what Tyler wanted to talk about now. Was it about Jared again, or Cassie, or him? Ciaran shrugged. He slid his phone into the pocket of his dark blue tight fitted jeans and headed towards the door. Tyler was only down the corridor so it didn’t particularly matter about locking the door. He made his way past a few doors, his hands now stuffed in his pockets along with his phone and paused outside the right door. He knocked his fist on the door once, wondering whether it was unlocked or not, “Hey?” He called through the wood.
Post by Tyler Bradford on Feb 23, 2009 21:30:55 GMT
After sending Ciaran an urgent voice message, Tyler instantly regretted it. What the fuck was he gonna say to him?! This was crazy...his little game had gone way too far and it had only started a few days ago. It was like his brain had decided it really liked this idea and settled into it like it had always been that way...Chewing on his towel nervously, Tyler stared at the door and waited for Ciaran to knock. He was too nervous to leave the door open. Luckily Clarinet Boy was out, so they’d be alone...At least for a while. What if Clarence came back from practicing on the drums whilst Ciaran was still there? Tyler sighed and fidgeted on his bed, running through all the different things that might come from this. Most of the outcomes he came up with were not what he would want at all. Although maybe it’d be better for everyone if Ciaran did turn him down?
The dreaded knocking came, and Tyler almost jumped out of his skin. “J-Just a minute!” Tyler called out, scrabbling off of the bed and shoving his towel under the bed. Stumbling across the room, he put his hand on the door handle and took a few steady breaths before opening the door and flashing a lopsided grin. “Hey Baby C,” he drawled, finding it hard to keep the nerves out of his voice. God, what was wrong with him?! Stepping back, he waved his arm in the ‘come on in’ kind of way, still grinning although the expression was bordering on creepy.
Post by Ciaran Noah Black on Feb 23, 2009 21:55:21 GMT
Ciaran couldn’t help but fidget nervously, hands twisting about in his pockets. He got out his phone, fiddling with the cover whilst he waited for Tyler to answer the door. He was probably just getting all worried about nothing, I mean, come on, it couldn’t be anything bad, what bad news would there be to tell? Nothing, right. Sighing, he glanced up and down the corridor, pushing his fringe out of his eyes again. Everytime he did that, which was a hell of a lot, he thought about getting it cut, it pissed him off so much at times, but he couldn’t bring himself to cut his hair.
The young Australian turned back to face the closed door, and he couldn’t help but still feel paranoid. He hadn’t been able to forget the situation in the canteen, it had been bugging him for the past few days like crazy, he wasn’t even sure what to think about that, was it a joke, he couldn’t like guys, he was just confused. C managed a smile, as Tyler opened the door, looking up, then away again as their eyes met, his greeting was usual, which made Ciaran feel a little better, maybe he was just being paranoid, although he still wasn’t feeling particularly normal. He laughed quietly and walked inside the room, looking around, although he pretty much knew where everything was already. “You alright?” He frowned, hovering awkwardly in the centre of the room before placing himself on the edge of Tyler’s bed hesitantly.
Post by Tyler Bradford on Feb 23, 2009 22:05:56 GMT
Tyler was already seriously considering chickening out when Ciaran walked into the room. He watched the boy cross his dorm and sit down on the edge of his bed. Tyler looked away before he stared. Ciaran was sitting on his bed. Wow, why was he getting worked up about that? Ciaran had been sitting on his bed all the time in the last year or so, why did it suddenly mean something completely different? Tyler went to sit next to him, but hesitated. He turned away again, and grunted in frustration. “Yeh I’m fine...” Tyler muttered distractedly, staring through the wall in front of him. Sighing and wringing his hands for a while, he looked back at Ciaran and bit his lip. Nervous Tyler was very rare, but when he did show he got incredibly worked up. Grunting again, Tyler hesitantly sat down on the bed next to Ciaran and rubbed his hands on his thighs like he was drying them off after discovering all the hand towels were gone in a public toilet. “Well um actually no, I was ah wondering ... thinking that ... about ... ahh...” Tyler frowned at the floor, clawing desperately at his flying thoughts, trying to find at least one that made even the tiniest bit of sense for him to cling on to.
Post by Ciaran Noah Black on Feb 23, 2009 22:18:55 GMT
Frowning, Ciaran fidgeted slightly, glancing at Tyler who looked more nervous than him, well from his observations he did, and that was strange. He tried to act as he usually did, although it never really worked when he was worried about something, he always looked like he was in pain or concentrating too much, but he drew his legs up onto the bed, crossing them on the mattress. His bright blue eyes followed Tyler as he hesitated to sit beside him and Ciaran frowned sadly, placing his hands together, he always fidgeted when feeling awkward.
He sighed silently, relieved when Tyler sat beside him, because he was beginning to think he’d done something wrong, and glad he hadn’t. Plucking up the courage to speak and hoping that the sound that came out wasn’t ultra quiet C murmured a, “…err you don’t seem fine... mate?” and then gave up with saying anymore than that. Drawing his eyes away for the older boy, realising that he hadn’t actually taken his eyes off him, Ciaran felt his cheeks fluster and frowned at himself. He didn’t know what he was doing. Pushing his hair out of his face again, scratching his forehead from the irritating material of his beanie, he looked across at the English Australian. He didn’t really catch the drift of anything he’d just said, “…huh?” He asked, but his outburst came out quieter than intended.
Post by Tyler Bradford on Feb 24, 2009 7:01:02 GMT
Frowning nervously Tyler worried at his bottom lip with his teeth, looking the opposite way to where Ciaran was sitting. He had no idea how the hell he was meant to say this. Looking back at the other boy he couldn’t help but twitch his face towards a smile. The younger boy looked absolutely terrified as well. Had he guessed what this was about? Tyler sure hoped not. Turning back to look at Ciaran properly, Tyler continued rubbing his thighs. “Look, this is uh...really- well it’s hard to say,” he muttered pathetically. He felt the last drop of his usual confidence trickle out of him. It was now up to the uncertain, low self-esteem side of Tyler to rescue this. Oh joy.
Tyler flapped his hands for a moment, hoping that might make a bit more sense, but it didn’t so he kissed Ciaran on the lips. It was such a short kiss that it might have gone unnoticed by the both of them if it hadn’t been so electrifying. Tyler felt like he’d been struck by lightning, the hair on his back prickling with the shock of it. Way to go Tyler, you’d shocked yourself. How was Ciaran feeling about all this, then? Nervously Tyler studied Ciaran’s face, worried the reaction would be negative. Inside he was beating himself up. What a stupid idea! How’s that gonna help anything?! You’re so fucking stupid! he raged to himself. This was going to get awkward.
Post by Ciaran Noah Black on Feb 25, 2009 10:49:58 GMT
Ciaran fidgeted slightly, still not getting what was so hard to say. Maybe it was something bad then? Okay, he better stop worrying, because he knew it was obvious how stupid he looked. With his hands entwined still he glanced again at the other boy, his eyes searching his face. Yep, he didn’t get it, Tyler looked as nervous as him, which was beyond strange. He opened his mouth to say something, but it was as if his brain had forgotten how to work and nothing came out, so he shut it quietly again.
Not expecting what happened next Ciaran froze, Tyler’s lip met his in a second of confusion. Although he was muddled as hell he couldn’t help but think that felt amazing, and without realising he’d leaned forward slightly. When Tyler pulled away he snapped back, fidgeting again with his legs still crossed, his hands by his side. He breathed, trying to find something to say, “…I don’t” but that sentence wasn’t working out to well for him, “…but” neither was that one by the sound of it. He lifted his hand to his mouth, still trying to figure out something, “…you…Cass?” He ended up with, what was this all about?
Post by Tyler Bradford on Feb 25, 2009 19:39:19 GMT
Tyler let out a quiet sigh of relief. Ciaran’s reaction – although not wildly positive – was not a negative one. Shyly, he glanced across at Ciaran who looked pretty shocked. Carefully he put his hand on the bed behind Ciaran, his thumb barely touching the fabric of his jeans. Now he knew that his aim was plausible, he felt all his confidence come flooding back. “Cass?” he laughed breathily, getting into his stride, “What about her?” he murmured, trailing his fingers up Ciaran’s arm and neck, so he was cupping Ciaran’s face towards his own. “I have to warn you ... anything I say from here on in is probably going to be really corny, m’kay?” he said softly, leaning in towards Ciaran slightly. He had said it completely seriously however there was the usual playful glint in his eye. Tyler was suddenly incredibly excited; his stomach was full of butterflies and his heart was hammering in his chest. He honestly couldn’t believe he was about to do this. “Ciaran I ... Well- you see, since ...” Tyler fished around for something to say. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, now, but he wasn’t sure how to word it. “I like you a lot.” Yeah, that sounded reasonable. Smiling in a reassuring manner, he leaned in to kiss Ciaran again. He had to try hard to keep a straight face – it felt so fucking wonderful – as his lips pressed eagerly against the other boy’s. His hand, which had been resting on the bed, found its way onto Ciaran’s ass. Tyler did not really know the meaning of subtle.
Post by Ciaran Noah Black on Feb 25, 2009 20:31:10 GMT
He moved his hands from his side together again, still not knowing what to think about whatever was going on. Right now he really couldn’t think straight. He pushed his hair out of his eyes again and realised he wasn’t frowning anymore. Opening his mouth again, and then shutting it again, he settled with attempting a pathetic smile, entwining his fingers together still nervous for some reason. “I thought-” he began, pausing as he felt his skin tingle as Tyler ran his fingers up arm then neck, and he could’ve sworn his pulse had quickened, he went to finish the rest of what he was saying but had come to the conclusion he’d completely forgotten what he was going to say about Cassandra.
Well, this felt weird. Weird, but somehow in a good way. Ciaran couldn’t bring himself to frown, but he knew his facial expression looked confused out of his mind, he searched Tyler’s eyes with his, still not entirely believing this. But, he wanted to believe it, he didn’t know why, but he wanted to. He didn’t say anything when Tyler spoke next, he didn’t really have the chance to because before he could think of an understandable reply, the older boy had leaned forward, making their lips meet again. This time Ciaran kissed him back, his body doing his thinking for him seeing as currently his brain was a muddle; he separated his hands, moving one of his hands shyly onto Tyler’s thigh and lent forward himself, completely forgetting where they were at the current time being.
Post by Clarence Eastwood on Feb 25, 2009 20:53:33 GMT
Clarence bombarded as quickly as he could out of ocean water, through sand, down pathways, around trees, over hills, up stairs, and through hallways, his little body was full of excitement and touched with the feeling of adventure. Finally he reached his destination. “Tyler! Tyler, look!” Clarence shouted, busting into the dormitory, dripping seawater and sprinkling sand here and there. In his hand was a jar filled with more seawater and sand that sloshed around in it, unsettled. Oh, and there was a fish. “I caught one! A little fishy! He’s so tiny and cute! Tyler! I think I’m gonna name him The Avenger! Don’t you think that’s an awesome name?” Clarence babbled on and on about his puny catch, his new pet. The little fish inside the jar—The Avenger—flitted about, its silvery body maneuvering around the glops of sand and shone like glitter. Clarence plopped himself onto his bed, too excited to care or even take notice of his sea-soaked hair and sandy feet. He set the jar on the bedside table. The Avenger was probably very happy the shaking of the jar had finally ceased. Clarence stared at him with a huge grin on his face, then turned to Tyler. “Don’t you wanna see?” Then he noticed Ciaran. “Oh hi Ciaran! Do you wanna see, too?” This boy hadn’t noticed at all that he had totally interrupted something, completely oblivious.
Post by Tyler Bradford on Feb 25, 2009 22:29:39 GMT
Tyler was pleasantly surprised that Ciaran wasn’t freaking out. Even better was that this wasn’t their first kiss. To be perfectly honest with you, Tyler never understood what was so bloody great about first kisses. His had been messy, sloppy and when it was over he told the girl her breath smelt. Not surprisingly, he didn’t get to kiss her again. Shuffling closer, Tyler moved his hands to Ciaran’s waist and slipped his fingertips under his shirt. He felt his stomach flutter in anticipation, wondering excitedly how far he’d get away with going. Testing the waters, he let himself slide his tongue forward into Ciaran’s mouth. Wow, the lingering taste of red bull wasn’t actually that bad in someone else’s mouth. Suddenly, though, Clarinet boy decided to ruin their little make out session. Pulling away sharply, Tyler glared daggers at the hyperactive clarinet player/drummer. As soon as he was sure the boy was finished, he spoke; “Have you ever heard of knocking?! Or like ... leaving when you see people are busy?!” Tyler raged, hands still firmly planted on Ciaran’s hips.
Post by Ciaran Noah Black on Feb 26, 2009 7:15:04 GMT
Moving his left hand to join his other one Ciaran pressed himself closer to the other boy, this whole situation right now feeling totally bizarre. He froze as he felt the tips of Tyler’s fingers slide against his waist, his skin tingling again; breathing faster than usual he fidgeted slightly but then told himself to relax. Ciaran wasn’t expecting the sudden welcome of his best friends tongue, especially not his mouth, but he wasn’t complaining, not right now anyway. The fact that Ciaran knew he was snogging his best friend, for one who was a guy, didn’t actual seem to both him right now. Maybe he liked guys after all, after this he was pretty certain.
Getting suddenly paranoid about one thing or another Ciaran moved his hands to where Tyler’s were, on his waist, hesitating whether or not to move the, but they were interrupted by Tyler’s loud hyper room mate, Clarence, also known as Jesus. He literally jumped out of his skin, but froze at the same time. The sixteen year old felt his face redden immensely, the two boys pulled away from each other, and Ciaran, as much as he didn’t want to, pulled Ty’s hands off his waist. “No…I don’t want to see” he said to Clarence, talking about the fish, sounding pretty annoyed, which surprised even himself.