It might be a prep school for rich kids, but the truth is that Roman is as far removed from them as Cael is. Roman lacks not just an appreciation for the sort of kids that make up the bulk of the school, but an understanding. My mom will probably buy my way into someplace decent had been what he'd told Peter's mother, not disingenuously. None of this bullshit matters to him, like the fact that they're both missing their last class. Who the fuck cares? All this place is going to give him is a piece of paper that money can buy.
Roman can taste it on his mouth; how he's wild, and just like Peter, afraid of being tied down. Roman is too intense to be anything except for a trap, a noose cinched too tight. He's needy and desperate and he clings to Cael as surely as he does to Peter, moaning as hands move over his chest.
It doesn't take long for Roman to join in. One hand stays with fingers curling in his hair, but the other is raking nails down his chest, groping, touching, fumbling with buttons and trying to shove that jacket off his shoulders. He wants skin, he wants contact, he wants to feel him under his hands, he wants to wrap those slender, deceptively delicate fingers around the other boy's thick cock.
It's stupid, ridiculous, doing this. But it''s undeniably tied up in the fact that Cael is a gypsy, but he didn't break Roman's heart. And in some fucked-up, ridiculous kind of way, there's a thought that maybe, just maybe, this can somehow be okay. That Cael can fuck Peter out of his veins and out of his dreams.
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Date: 2013-11-05 06:21 am (UTC)Roman can taste it on his mouth; how he's wild, and just like Peter, afraid of being tied down. Roman is too intense to be anything except for a trap, a noose cinched too tight. He's needy and desperate and he clings to Cael as surely as he does to Peter, moaning as hands move over his chest.
It doesn't take long for Roman to join in. One hand stays with fingers curling in his hair, but the other is raking nails down his chest, groping, touching, fumbling with buttons and trying to shove that jacket off his shoulders. He wants skin, he wants contact, he wants to feel him under his hands, he wants to wrap those slender, deceptively delicate fingers around the other boy's thick cock.
It's stupid, ridiculous, doing this. But it''s undeniably tied up in the fact that Cael is a gypsy, but he didn't break Roman's heart. And in some fucked-up, ridiculous kind of way, there's a thought that maybe, just maybe, this can somehow be okay. That Cael can fuck Peter out of his veins and out of his dreams.