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Post by synchro on Mar 30, 2015 5:52:07 GMT
And there it was. Hell hath no fury and all that.
Trace looked up calmly at Keith's face, only grimacing when the brunet made possibly the weirdest and most ridiculous-sounding threat he'd ever heard. What that little bit lacked in wording it made up for in spirit, though. Keith had more than enough of that to go around, it seemed, straddling boys on moonlit rooftops at all hours of the morning.
"Oh, what's that? Can't handle the truth?"
He grinned a little wider, slowly hooking his feet around Keith's, pausing just a bit, and then bucking his hips hard up and forward in an attempt to throw the brunet completely off of him.
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Post by ★ lysander on Mar 30, 2015 6:38:32 GMT
Okay. What? This was getting kind of weird. Thankfully Keith's heterosexual denial prevented him from fully assessing the high levels of gay in what they were doing right now, saving him some dignity for a while. All he knew was that this felt kind of weird in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on, and with Trace thrusting his hips like that, it... something seemed amiss. Definitely.
Buuuut that wasn't gonna stop Keith from owning him and shutting him up once and for all. He did stumble off a little thanks to the surprise, but he quickly went right back to sitting on top of his pal as soon as he got the chance— and this time, he tried pinning him down as hard as he could— just to show a little force, right?
"Truth Shmooth. I can't handle it if it ain't even true."
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Post by synchro on Mar 31, 2015 2:34:20 GMT
Okay, so that didn't go exactly as planned. The runt had some impressive dexterity, getting his way back on top of Trace before he could fully displace him and roll out from underneath. A little bit of grudging respect could be spared — but just a tad. That said, it was going to be just a little bit harder to best him from this position. There was only so much you could do while being pinned down in an utterly compromising position, even if by a mere shrimp... But that was alright. All it would require was a little more effort on his part.
"Well, you seem to have gotten the straddling and pinning me down part right. Like a pro," he mused, eyebrows raising. "I'd have never pegged you for that kinda guy."
And then — to capitalize off of Keith's likely surprise — he snapped his fingers, flashes of light bursting from the gloves pinned somewhere above his head. Just out of his sight and bright enough to — he bucked his hips again, this time immediately rolling to the side — hopefully reverse their positions.
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Post by ★ lysander on Mar 31, 2015 20:49:00 GMT
Wait. What did he just say? He didn't peg him for... what?
It took Keith a couple of seconds to fully understand what Trace was implying, right in time for the flash of light above his field of vision, and—
/Oof./ Keith found himself tossed over, underneath the other and pinned down within moments. But that mattered little when another pressing realization reared its ugly head:
"You said. I'm."
Keith flushed a bright shade of pink. "Oh my god, shut up!! You know I wasn't doing anything weird!"
Leave it to Trace to know how to press Keith's buttons. And now that /that/ had been brought to his attention, the growing mix of awkwardness and shyness wouldn't leave his face. It finally occurred to him that this position, the one they were in at this very moment, was exceedingly, explicitly, undeniably gay as fuck.
"This is... uh..."
Keith trailed off, looking away. Jesus fuck.
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Post by synchro on Mar 31, 2015 21:18:10 GMT
Like taking candy from a baby, Trace mused. A weird baby on strange growth supplements or hormones or some shit. A strange baby that tried to pin down and straddle its roommate. A kinky baby, then... Okay, no. The simile was getting a little out of hand.
But you know what wasn't?
Keith.
Nope, he was very much in hand, doing a splendid impersonation of pink bubble gum. A+, 10/10. It was almost as if he were actually embarrassed or something. But why should he be? Alas, being the good, considerate roommate that he was, Trace raised an eyebrow and took the only natural course of action in this situation — he leaned in nice and close to ask Keith what was the matter.
Heh.
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Post by ★ lysander on Mar 31, 2015 21:53:30 GMT
"I-I."
Keith stuttered. He didn't know why he stuttered. Obviously the best course of action would be to ask Trace what the fuck he was doing and demand that he get off him this instant, but instead, he stuttered. It didn't help that Trace was looming very close and invading his personal space. He could feel the blond's breath against his neck and. Oh boy. He swallowed, clearing his throat to speak.
"N-Nothing's wrong."
Fuck. That was not what he meant to say at all. "Noth...ing... at all."
Good job Keith, digging your own grave. He bit his lip, glancing towards Trace and briefly made eye contact before quickly looking back towards the cement, which suddenly grew very interesting in the last five minutes.
Gee, look at that cement. Wow.
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Post by synchro on Apr 1, 2015 5:06:02 GMT
Okay, this was getting a little weird frankly, thanks to Keith's reactions. It was like he was the victim of some weird hentai plot, the way he was acting... Jeez, couldn't a guy have some quality bonding time with a bro without it turning homo? Damn those gays and their gay agenda. Damn them to heck.
Speaking of gays, Keith was still at it squirming around and being extremely awkward about the entire situation.
What a loser, Trace mused, moving to pin both the boy's arms down with one hand and turning his chin to face him with the other.
"Tell me," he said, eyes on the other boy's pupils.
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