NICE LITTLE MxM SOAP HERE
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R'lyeh obviously couldn't tell what was going on in the others head but he hoped he was distracting him from drugs. That was more of a side thought in his head, he was having fun, it wasn't necessarily odd he joked around a lot but it was different, he didn't really have any friends per se, he was pretty friendly to everyone so therefore no one was special or really his friend and secretly he hoped that's where this was going. He chuckled softly, "Hmmm I've never tried but hey if I get to see your cute face all red and blushing in some alluring pose it'll be the best first try ever." He smiled He thought for a moment, "42~." He sung not saying the first number assuming the boy would know he meant this floor. "Also Garrett," he said then moved his mouth close to his ear and whispered , "hands better stay away from my ass or your going to have a certain white haired boy showing the hall now red you can get." He said not holding any malice in his voise but it was almost purely sexual, except for the obvious humor in it. He ran his tongue across his lips slowly , he leaned up a bit more before kissing his cheek, "You're so adorable." He said with a chuckle before receding back, his hands relaxed around the male's neck so his hands were just hanging over his shoulders. He was sort of suprised the male actually agreed to carry him to class, he didn't expect to be dropped or anything but maybe a get off. Of course R'lyeh did whatever was natural to him in his actions but if Garrett said something he'd hold back but he hadn't been yelled at for this quite yet therefore he wasnt going to hold back.
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Garrett continued to plod through the hallways, paying no mind to any of the odd looks the pair may have received. It was the first time in a relatively long time that he felt absolutely comfortable in the halls of the high school he had grown to dislike greatly. It would be rather rude of him to take other people's opinions into account over the kind of the fair-haired individual. A moment of worry shot through him as he recalled that his mates from his previous basketball team, but he narrowed his eyes. He decided that it wouldn't matter if they did. R'lyeh had already worked to help him about ten times more than any of them had ever. Even the person he had considered to be his absolute best friend had not taken the necessary steps of giving the teenager assistance. It was depressing thing to dwell on, so Garrett pushed in to the very back of his mind to be dusted off and cracked into at a later time. Hearing the boy's flirtatious statements brought him back into the moment, a breath coming from his lips softly. "Trust me, I know my limits. Don't need to be a tomato in front of however many people." His heart had to have skipped a beat upon receiving the kiss, and as he continued along, he found himself becoming rather disappointed that the specific room he had been seeking was coming up quickly. He would have donated all of his money to charity if it meant sticking with the male for as long as possible. He did not permit himself to voice his upset demeanor as he knew he would see the other male soon enough. Once he came to the door, he gently set the other onto his feet, turning to him. "I suppose I'll see you soon, then?"
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R'lyeh watched with little care, as he saw the looks he earned finding a few double takes from fphis sister's friends particulary funny. He partly wondered what the male who was carrying was like before he did drugs, it was obviously a fairly newer addiction or he wouldn't of been so open and wanting to get rid of it or so easily done and agreed with, of course. He wouldn't be pushing, mainly because it wasn't too important, what happened might end up being but who he was, for lack of a better metaphor, was dead. Of course his personality and everything else could be similar when he was completly off drugs and the addiction, also lack for a better word, gone but he wouldn't be the same, he'd remember this and hopefully it would be a boosting and not the other way around. "Aww but you'd be so adorable, all red in the face but alas I guess it wouldn't match the rep would it?" He said with a chuckle. When he was dropped at his homeroom he took a glance in the class before returning his attention back to Garrett, "Yes you will. I'm not easy to get rid of." He said with a smile. He grabbed the male's shirt and pulled himself towards him and a bit up, he looked at the other male, mostly through eyelashes. He blinked a few times, taking in how close they were before whispering, "Remember, anything, text me. Even if you don't think it's important. Text. Me. Harp." He said really putting emphasis on the three words, "Also we have quite the audience, that's my fault hun?" He whispered taking in the hall around them, they had quite a few onlookers, still a lot of people just walking by and ignoring them but they still had a good set of peeping eyes on them, making R'lyeh bite his lip, part of him needed to give them something to really look at but the somehow stronger part of him wasn't subjecting Garrett to that.
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lel i had so many typos in my last response holy s---
Garrett knew that if he had met R'lyeh at an earlier time, perhaps when he was only just starting to fall into his addiction, there would have been no hope for the male to help him. He would have brushed him off like an innocuous insect and gone on with his life, completely ignoring all attempts to guide him in the correct direction. Now, however, perhaps due to being particularly alone for so long, he desired the assistance as much as humanly possible, but he found himself afraid that he would fail miserably in the journey. It was an idea that made his stomach twist and turn in grotesque ways, but he swallowed the emotions back, deciding that things would be simpler if he began to think of the glass has half full rather than vice-verse as he had done for so long. "I'm glad I'll see you again soon, it means a lot. And I've already given you my word. The Garrett Harp word, and that word is the most honest word you will ever receive." A string of chortles escaped his lips upon saying this. He grinned as he heard the boy's succeeding statement, his eyes wandering for a moment. His mouth opened and closed a few times, almost as though he had an entire speech prepared but could not find himself ready to orate it. Instead of focus on the words he lost hopelessly in his train of thought, he allowed himself to make eye contact with R'lyeh once again. He knew he wished to do it, his head was screaming wildly for him to do it. His mind stopped worrying about the prior-to-injury, basketball player Garrett Harp and what he would say about it. He did not care what others would choose to believe. At least, his mind was clear for the moment. And so, without warning, he leaned forward, connecting his lips against the other's while slinking one hand around his waist in order to pull him closer. -
Probably same...
R'lyeh could easily remember what it was like to be alone and he'd always hated it, when he was young he use to try to change how he acted to please people, different on who was around like a chameleon but you know when you play with something too long it breaks. Or so his father had said. He liked who he was today and if that meant he was a little broken that was fine, he didn't really care, he enjoyed himself now. Even now though a small part must have stuck with him, he doesn't really have any friends and goes around to different people but he's the same person all the time, or so he thought he couldn't really tell but people were usually slightly different depending on who they were with, right? Or... Maybe not, he was easily broken out of this. "I know Garrett I'm just making sure you got it.." he said trailing off a bit feeling like he lost his attention and was just about to try to get it back when he was kissed, his breath hitched and he hoped it went unnoticed but wasn't counting on it. He easily let his body be pulled into the other males, he brought his hand up and tangled it in Garrett's hair and pulled him in a bit but not a lot. Despite how loud and, lack of a better word again, pushy R'lyeh was when he spoke and acted he was completely softer when it actually came to this kind of stuff, he may tease someone into thing couldn't completely take over or be in charge in these sort of citations. -
x'D
After a decent amount of time spent caught in a lip-lock, Garrett pulled away gently, staring down at the boy with a very slight smile. Was he allowed to be absolutely proud of what he'd done? He believed so, which caused him to caress the other boy's cheek for a moment before taking the opportunity to ruffle his soft head of hair. Once again, he found himself speechless, attempting desperately to hook onto the proper words to string into at least somewhat coherent sentences. When he found himself continuously failing, his brain reminded him of the pickup lines they had been toying with earlier. His eyes lit up, his head tilting slightly. "Well, R'lyeh, there's more where that came from. You've got the Garrett Harp word. And, as we've gone over, it is the most honest word you can get." He winked, turning on his heel just as the bell signifying that students should be hurrying to their class sounded. Garrett paid no mind to the tone as he knew his new friend was already at the classroom that he needed. Friend? Did friend's kiss? In Garrett's opinion, they certainly could, especially in that situation. His head returned back to class. If he himself were to be late, he really didn't mind all that much. He had spent the morning doing some wild, lively, and rather exciting, and that was enough for him. Not only that, but he knew he would be seeing the boy around lunchtime, which would hopefully present its own sense of fun. -
bumperino?
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Sorry hun. I'll get started on it.
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okay dokie
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R'lyeh couldn't help the small sound of disappointment escape his lips when Garrett pulled away from him, he pouted up at him slightly. He glared up at him playfully with slightly puffed out cheeks a bit when his hair was messed up a bit. He wasn't sure what to say, he was a little shocked at how blank his mind was at the moment, there was quite literally nothing going through his head, this never happened, this alone was keeping him in silence. He shook off any sign of shock and nodded slightly as the other male walked away, he turned and went in to the class. He was being very closely observed by a few of his sisters friends, "Was that?" One of them, Mila, asked trailing off, she was sitting on the desk with her legs crossed,
"Garrett... Garrett... Garrett..." the next one, Paisley, asked trailing off trying to remember his last name, she was more then a little air-headed, dropped off the pyramid a few too many times, probably.
"Harp." Jena, the odd ball out of all the athletic girls finished in a very bored tone.
"Yeah... that." Paisley said slowly.
"Isn't he..."
"He's a stoner, Pais."
"How do you know him, Rye?" Mila asked.
"I'm his dealer, obviously." He said ignoring the shocked looks from the three he went and sat down, "I'm joking, jeez." He said
"So...." The three nosey ones asked,
"What does it look like?" He asked, they opened their mouthed and shut them, Mila looked like she had and idea and they all leaned in for a mini huddle and she hushed whispers began. R'lyeh sighed and crossed his arms over his desk and dropped his head on them. -
thanks to jesus, we have a dramatic time skip weewooweewoo
He had spent the entire morning in a tranquil, comforted state, his mind managing to control itself from the flood of thoughts associated with the sweet release of his beloved drugs. His classes consisted of English, Organic Chemistry, Gym, and German Language/History. English had been spent with him participating to an extremely surprising degree. It was reminiscent of the original Garrett, the Garrett before the injury. The teacher, though she decided to conceal her astonishment, wished that the boy would assert himself as much as he was in that class period. He had a way with words when he applied himself. It was a bit depressing to watch the male leave her class as she was aware that he would not always be the outgoing, optimistic student he had been for that chunk of time.
When Organic Chemistry rolled around, however, it was as though he had pulled on an entirely different demeanor. He could feel the necessity eating at him, scratching at the back of his mind for attention as he shakily placed a test tube over a burner. His lab partner, an introverted sophomore named Elijah, peered at him wearily. "Dude, you okay? You're shaking a lot." And he was. He hadn't noticed it until the younger male brought his attention to the fact. He slowly transferred the test tube into a cooling stand, apologizing quietly as he washed his hands. He ripped off his lab coat and goggles, hurrying to place them in the spots. Throwing on his backpack, he rambled to the teacher about how he was going to be awfully sick, and she quickly shooed him out of the classroom. He hurriedly ran through the halls, eventually finding himself at the door of the school garden. Students usually went there to read and write in the hours after school. He was going there for a different reason.
Once outside, he thanked whatever powerful being for preventing any other students from being there at the same time as he. He threw his backpack onto the grass, his head spinning. The necessity was beating at his brain at this point, so he scrambled to sift though his backpack, his anxiety increasing as he failed to find anything to satisfy his craving. That was when he remembered the phone number. His phone number. The same individual that had only been a stranger the previous day. Could he? Should he? The same person he had impulsively kissed only hours before?
He hurriedly shot a text, ruining some of the words (without a care, really) due to his shaking, urgent fingers.
can you please meet bme in the gardne it's an emergency im sorry to interrufpt your classtime but you said to con tact you first
He covered his mouth, sitting against the brick wall that separated him from the school, his chest heaving over and over and over. The feeling was absolutely awful, terribly disgusting. The necessity burned now. -
R'lyeh sat in his first period English class. He carefully took notes and side noted off the notes, he listened to the teacher as she read out "King Lear" to the class in her own dramatic way not paying attention to the ones mumbling their quiet zzz's or not so quietly snoring in an abrupt horrible one man attempt at a symphony, she also paid no attention to, mainly but not exclusively, the female loud mouthed chatterboxes who can't or wont learn to keep their mouths shut. R'lyeh had partly wondered if the young teacher had started wearing tighter clothing to get the younger males in the classes to pay attention, it hadn't quite worked, for this specific young male it gave him more determination not to pay attention, which was difficult especially considering how little he male paid attention already. By the time first period was near an end, R'lyeh had given up on attempting to take noted and his page had been filled with mindless scribbles and half drawings and some of the people around him. He quickly threw his s--- in his bag and was out of the class no later then a second after the bell rang and then he went right over to his art class.
He walked in and dropped down in his usual spot and put his bag beside him and pulled out his stuff and got to work. He wasn't working on the assignment as he just didn't feel like it, he was aimlessly drawing in his sketchbook small little things ended up looking like somethings but nothing was really anything. He felt his phone vibrate after a little making him jump a bit, he read it slowly and messily threw everything in his bag and got up and simply walked out of the class. He ignored looks and whatever else he earned and did was the text requested.
He walked out into the garden and went til he found Garrett, he gently placed the bag down and knelt down and (not so) gracefully sat down on his rump. He placed one hand on Garrett's head and the other on his knee, "Garrett, hey." He said quietly, "How are you feeling? Whats going through you head?" He asked . He let out a small breath, in this small moment he had a few things going on in his head, he was just trying to think of the best way to do this, their were a few ways he could try but he wasn't sure and then he made it. The decision he'd have to stick.
He watched the male carefully, trying to guess what he was going to do or say but not expecting him to act a certain way, this would be his first time seeing the other like this and he'd have to adapt quickly for a bit. He waited calmly, not forcing an answer either. R'lyeh had seen many people talked out and comforted out of these moods but admittedly he'd never actually done so, but first time for everything... right? He knew what he was doing even if he'd never done it before. -
He had waited in the garden, clutching his head between his hands, the only thoughts running through his mind being R'lyeh's arrival and the capability of finding another fix. The tremors that were wracking his body were the first noticeable sign that something was clearly, awfully wrong. He determined the approximate time of his last dose, checking the time that it was as he sat there being bombarded by the aroma of a variety of flowers. Then and there, he knew it was the beginning stage of the thing he feared most. It was the awful moment in which his body was realizing that he had not gotten another dose, and the itching desire intensified. Withdrawal was something he had vowed to avoid at all costs. He had been informed how absolutely terrible an experience it had been for some of his friends, how they would never wish it upon even their worst enemies. Just the thought of having to put himself through an hour of it terrified him past no return let alone five days to a week. His stomach flip flopped over and over.
He did not dare make eye contact when he felt the touch to both his knee and head. He remained clutching his hair, his head low like a puppy that had been scolded. The only truly visible thing about him was the perspiration and the trembling, which he was attempting to control with a series of deep breaths. He inhaled deeply, letting out an inappropriate laugh. "Hi," he managed, his eyes still focus on his own knees. "I want to go home. I'm sick." That was when he looked up, grabbing R'lyeh's shoulders gingerly. "You should take me home!" The words came out in sputters, with a hint of urgency laced within the tone of his voice. "Then, when I'm home, I can get what I need and I'll feel a whole lot better. Right?" He finally made eye contact, his eyes wide with the conviction that the idea was perfect. Another fix positively outweighed the horrible feelings that would accompany having to drop the substances he had come to love. He held a sad grin on his face, his eyes slightly crinkling at the edges. "So, whaddya say? We go home, yeah?"
He repeated that last bit a few time, his eyebrows eventually furrowing as he waited from a response. He was hoping and praying to whatever almighty being ruled the humans on Earth that R'lyeh would agree. In a sense, he felt pathetic, aware that he could barely go eight hours without a fix. On another level, however, he felt as though his feelings were completely justified. He was surely, purely sick, and the only medicine that would be completely useful was what he had inside of his drawers in his room. He could feel a sharp pain shoot through where the old injury was, but said nothing of it, his main focus convincing R'lyeh to whisk him away from the learning environment and into the loving space of his bedroom. He needed the boy to say yes, the stinging necessity continuing its extreme attack on his judgement and behavior. -
R'lyeh stared at the shaking boy in front of him, his fingers played with Garretts hair a little bit. He listened quietly and when their eyes met he stared right into them, trying to find something, what he wasn't sure of but that wasn't stopping him. When he was told that he was just sick, he really, really just wanted to sigh, of course he held it in... some how. He could feel the angst rolling off the other in waves, he partly hoped the other wasn't expecting him to just do as he asked but part of him knew he was.
R'lyeh hesitated slightly but gently pushed the hands off his shoulders and pushed his legs more force but just as gently. He moved to sit on the males lap his legs pinning his in on either side, he place his hand beside the other males head and put the other back in his hair, gently but forcefully making the male look at him as he said this, "Garrett, your not going home right now because I'm not letting you "fix" this, not in the way you want to." He said, "Sorry but I'm not." He said carefully and gently. "You're not getting high Garrett." -
Garrett held the gaze, his chest beginning to heave in a heavier manner, his eyes squinting in disbelief. His stomach was a mess, nauseous and disgusted with the absolutely awful feelings beating him up both mentally, emotionally, and physically. "R'lyeh, c'mon. You don't wanna see me like this, do you? I'm a wreck." The last sentence came from him in a hushed, raspy manner. "You need to take me home." His eyes grew wider from being small slits, teenager attempting desperately to pull off the puppy dog look for a few moments. He miserably, ceasing the action shortly after starting it. His nose twitched wildly, his bottom lip taking to trembling slightly.
Their close proximity made him want to clutch onto the other male for dear life, but he refrained. Sure, the other had offered to give him assistance, but he felt that there was no possible way he would be comfortable with affection. Sure, they had kissed, but Garrett assumed that was a spur of the moment deal, something to entertain the other individuals that had been in the hallway. He knew that he would never be capable of convincing the other male of taking him to his own home.
But he knew he wanted to go away. He he wanted to be as far away from the school as possible. Running the risk of people he knew well at one point noticing him in that state was something he wished to avoid at all costs. The male felt the tears welling up in his eyes as he said, "Well, can...can we just leave? I don't want to stay. I'm really really really sick. I don't have my license. You gotta help me out here." He had owned his license at one point, but it had been revoked due to underage drinking as well as driving while under the influence. Getting his license back hadn't been a priority of his, mainly because he believed he would never succeed in getting it back. He waited for a response, keeping his eyes averted from R'lyeh.
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