Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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Cian scoffed. "But you are a fairy." He said, leaning in close to the brown haired teen's face. "If I'm a leprechaun, you're a fairy, hey?" The boy told him, crossing his arms and sticking out his tongue. The gray eyed boy smirked, and took a step back. "Lead the way, mister." He told him, giving him a defiant glance as he waited.
Many thoughts swirled around in the boy's mind. Confusing, mashed up thoughts that mixed together in the most malevolent ways. Cian had a different way of thinking than most. He was analytical, cunning, quick witted. The typical Irish leprechaun stereotype. Of course, this was typical in Ireland, but in America, he was especially extreme. There were analytical people in this country, cunning and quick witted pedestrians walking the streets. But Cian- to these Americans- was one that was especially intense.
But there was something different about Cian and his "leprechaun" nature. He was dualistic. He was strategic, manipulative, even. Cian knew exactly how and when to spark a reaction. Cian knew how to manipulate people's perception of himself. He was in complete control of every situation. And the stickler was? He liked it. And he played it like a deck of cards. -
Westly flinched slightly when Cian came near him, "If you insists." He mumbled quietly, he watched his movements and sighed lightly with traces of a chuckle, "You have a deranged sense of logic, I also hope you know that if you call me a fairy at school you'll get made fin of for the rest of your life." He opened the door to his grandparents room and walked in, "The closets over there, you can have a look." He said pointing in the general direction of the closet before he fell on the large bed.
Thoughts in his mind right now were not in any case helping anything that was going on right now, he didn't quiet understand why Cian wanted him to wear a dress this badly. Any yet no matter how many times he thought over that Cian was an actual descent person, he couldn't help suppress the idea that he'd take a billion pictures of him in the dress and show them to everyone in school, which would result in years of teasing. He curled up over top of the blankets on the bed and thought tried to think about something else and the only thing that came into mind was the scars, the total count of people to see them was four, maybe. His grandmother for sure, two nurses and a doctor, that was his count, which made him more nervous. -
Cian sighed, saying, "Must I really pick one out for you, myself?" He groaned, tilting his head back. "Aye, princess. Don't be lazy, I'll let you choose your own gown." He teased, his slightly dominant personality calming down to his more comedic version of himself for a second. 'I really hope he doesn't think I'm actually being serious,' He thought, 'I hope he can trust me. I do really like him. He's my only friend.' These thoughts made him chew his lip in doubt and anxiety, and stare at the ground as he leaned against a purely white wall.
Cian was now quite worried that he had gone a little too far with his childish, Irish antics. What if he had really offended Westly? What if Westly didn't like him anymore? 'No, no, no.' He thought. 'I'm probably just over thinking. I need to stop.' A hard bite to his lip let a slow flow of light red blood seep out of the pink skin that was his lip. Stiffing the pain, he clasped his hands together and squeezed. He glanced up to Westly as he did so- As if nothing was happening at all. -
"Oh well I don't want you to be disappointed." Westly said with a slight smile, he got off the bed and walked over to the closet, "How gentleman like of you, prince leprechaun." He said joking around or attempting to at least. He walked into the closet, you could tell how his grandparents wardrobes both changed severely over the years. From things from when his mom was younger the clothing was much more expensive and it was obvious, and then their was the stuff now that was pretty much all stuff from WalMart. Westly looked around at the clothing, there was a few dresses, each probably worth more than his life so he stayed away from them. One dress that hung up in there was a teal-ish color with a black flower-ish pattern on it, the dresses length was pretty long it was almost touching the floor from on the hanger , it was obviously his mothers, probably from college, before her and his dad started dating. Even back then it was probably one of the cheaper clothing items his mom owned probably only coming in at thirty dollars.
Westly walked out of the closet holding the dress he dropped in on the bed, "There, that's ont on my moms though, an old one..." He fell back on the bed, "That good enough?" He asked looking at the other from the bed, "Or does it not suit his highnesses' tastes?" He asked chuckling. -
While Westly was scanning the closet, Cian remained silent. He watched the other male closely, though, from where he was standing. A large smirk still failed to have left his face, and his gray eyes bloomed with a childish excitement.
Cian had hardly noticed when Westly walked back with the dress- as he was staring off- daydreaming- into his own little world. Jumping up and blinking, he scanned the dress for a moment, crossing his arms. He tapped his fingers on his arms, looking from the dress to Westly. "Isn't that a little big for such a short little fairy?~" He asked, pursing his lips together in pathetic enjoyment.
Cian was surely a little bit too excited to see this- and he loved the way Westly reacted to every thing he said. It gave him an odd sense of fulfillment, without much mercy to spare for Westly. The Irish boy couldn't resist poking fun at the brown-haired American boy, who was considerably shorter than himself. He was nearly pocked sized compared to Cian- and he loved the feeling of power. -
Westly chuckled as Cian jumped, "What did I scare you?" He asked still chuckling quietly. He looked at him with little amusement for his comments about the dress, "Yes, its probably quite big on me but the other dresses in there are probably worth more than yours and my life combined. So I'd prefer not to wreck them, unless you want to pay if we do." he said not matching the others amusement at all.
Westly fiddled with the blanket on the bed, he didn't quite understand what was happening, why Cian was so excited. It was almost as if he missed some of the conversation or misunderstood a bit of it but he really didn't think he did. He tried recalling the events that happened and knew that he didn't so he just assumed that something was going on in Cians mind that he probably didn't want to know about because it would creep him out or make him nervous. -
"No," The boy grumbled. "I was just..distracted." He said, crossly. Blinking a few times, he stated, "Now hurry up fairy. I want to get this dare done quickly." Cian urged him, staring at the other boy expectantly. Then it hit him. "Oh!" Cian exclaimed, "You're comfortable changing in front of me, right? My friends and I did it all the time back in Ireland..But I don't know if it's weird for you." Cian made a goofy grin, giving a small shrug.
Although Cian, in Ireland, had both male and female friends- They were all very comfortable and open with one another. They all took bathes together when they were babies- and it surely wasn't easy to leave those he was so close to. It was a bond that couldn't be broken; not by distance, nor time, nor life, nor death. And Cian realized- he hoped that this would become one of those unbreakable bonds. He didn't know, of course, but he was feeling optimistic this week. He had made a friend, whom he enjoyed to be with and breathe with. It was a lot of fun for Cian, and it made him happy. But was
Westly aware of his feelings? -
"Hmmm sure, well go with that, it'll make you feel better." Westly said chuckling, he continued chuckling at the urging he was getting. He sat up on the bed and crossed his legs, "You have a bad memory, don't you?" He asked chuckling, he played with the bottom of his pant leg, he shook one of his legs a bit. "Its not that weird, I guess. You're just not aloud to tell a body's secrets." He said in a mock drama, it would of been funny to someone in his family as his over dramatized impression of his aunt but it worked all the same, he hissed, "Oh I was going to ask you, for the next break are you going back to Ireland? I know its still a bit away... I think but you always talk about you're friends and say stuff like 'when I was in Ireland'" He said giving his best Cian impression and he swept his hand through his hair in a half lame attempt to mock him. He laid both of his hands on the bed in front of him, "So I was just wondering, cause if you don't go my grandmothers going to be inviting you over constantly." He said with a little chuckle.
Cian talking about all of his friend had Westly thinking of all the good times he probably had back in Ireland, even the ones he'd heard about. To be completely honest the group of them seemed like total idiots bit they had so many fun stories, which got him thinking that Cian spending time with him was probably pretty boring. He didn't really think their was much he could do about that though, he guessed Cian wasn't bored enough with the lonely American so it wasn't that bad, right? He shook himself out of his black hole of thoughts because if he didn't now he'd be stuck for a while. -
*Guessed
Hissed? How does that even work, my phone is stupid sometimes... -
"My memory is fine. I just space out sometimes...gosh." The Irish boy said defensively, still unable to keep that giddy smile off his face. Two dimples showed at either corner of the boy's pink mouth as he beamed widely. His spine against the cool wall of the room, his gray eyes flicked around the walls and the things that resided inside of them.
It was quite antique decor- Well, what you might expect from a grandmother. Cian was impressed with the amount of furnishing and the effort that went into it. Everything was quite clearly handcrafted and expensive. 'I don't think you'd ever see anything stamped "Made in China" in this room,' Cian thought to himself, 'I wish I had such a luxury.'
Cian had grown up quite poor in Ireland. At age ten, he started working. The curly haired blond boy would come home every day at ten, full of soil, dirt and oil from the plantation he worked on. The pay was minimum wage- but it was the best you could get. A farming job. His mom, Rowena, was grateful. Just a year earlier, his sister, Nora was born. And a single mom raising two children? Not easy. Hence why they moved.
After a moment of silence, Cian, again, snapped back into it. "Oh! Ireland- Break- right." His face turned sorrowful, an emotion that was but a stranger to Cian with his giddy remarks. "Um- no- I won't be visiting, no. I don't think we'll have the money.." -
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Westly huffed quietly, "All that effort on imitations and I'm ignored, you're no fun today." He said. He chuckled, "Wow makes me feel special." He said, he climbed off the bed "Let the record show that I don't want to do this." He said turning away from the other a bit and he took off his shirt, he was still self conscious about the scars on him but he didn't really care right now, he was hungry and he still had homework to do.
Westly never really noticed how fancy or maybe weird his house would look to other people, he'd grown up this way, to be honest his grandparents house wasn't even that bad compared to some others he'd been in. Like one of gis grandmothers friends has a room in her house for each pet she has and it was pretty expansive. He didn't notice how extravagant and pampered it was, he never had anyone to tell him, then again even if someone did ita not like he'd get it.
Westly looked over and frowned slightly, "Are you sure? The next break isn't exactly a peak Ireland season so the tickets will be cheaper and their are always those websites that list them for like half price... And besides even if you're short a bit, depending on how much I might be able to spot you some money..." He said the last part quietly and quickly not sure on how Cian would take it, him saying he could help him. -
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Cian shrugged at his friend's offer. "Yeah, I don't know. My mom certainly wouldn't accept taking money from friends, but I guess we'll see." He said, quietly sighing to himself. As his friend undressed, his gray eyes respectfully looked to the ground- not wanting to make his friend uncomfortable with his naturally wandering eyes. It took self control for Cian to do so- and a lot of it. Every once in a while Cian's eyes would begin to wander- and he would make a quiet noise and return his eyes to the carpet, in frustration.
Cian was used to his friends being overly comfortable with him- maybe even being a little too comfortable. Americans were sometimes weird with privacy, it seemed. Or maybe it was just him and his group of friends that were so open and so touchy feely. Plus, he didn't want to make his single friend uncomfortable, so the Irish boy politely averted his eyes from the other's body. -
"Its just an offer, you don't have to take it or anything, its just there if you want it." Westly said quietly, he looked over at the other and tilted his head, "What happened to Mr. Confidence? I thought you and your friends were all touchy feely." He said mocking him not really majorly concerned and wanting to joke around a bit more before his mood was ruined by putting on the dress. He smirked a bit about to do something but then shook his head and continued on undressing then picked up tue dress of the bed, he huffed quietly and pulled it on.
Westly secretly wanted to joke around with Cian more in this situation, or more like more like mock his consideration. He didn't mean to be rude or anything but he was just joking around and scars weren't that big of a deal especially when their old. Maybe it was just his prospective changing or that's what he tried to tell himself, it was on odd feeling though really, Cian and his other friends were so close and together he didn't want to make him feel odd or something just because it was new to him, the friendship thing in general and then he had to add in the odd boy to the equation which just made it awkward? That might be the right word for it, he didn't really know.
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