Dark~
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Johnathan nodded, "Yeah, I've got some things you can help me with." The dark haired boy pulled at his lip in almost nervousness for being nude in front of his room mate. He tried to talk himself up, telling himself that he had a great body and it didn't mean anything. Just helping out a friend with his homework. Nude. He swallowed hard, impulsively deciding to take off his shirt. It was a full sleeved shirt that went down to his wrist, so once the black piece of fabric was off you could observe the more interesting aspects of Johnathan.
He had tattoos on both wrists, his shoulder blades, chest and biceps. His wrists had small designs, which were triangles with varying lines on them. These were the pagan symbols for earth, air, fire and water. His bicep had a sun and moon design and his shoulders had a sharp wing design that seemed to be dripping blood. All of his tattoos were done with just black, no other colors. This gave them a clean finish and contrasted his pale skin. -
"Alright," Lucas hummed, starting to doodle on the drawing pad. "You be sure to tell me what it is so we can work on it after this." He didn't pay any attention to Johnathan as he undressed. Despite being so lazy, the brunet wasn't too bad at drawing. In fact, he was often praised for his work. That is, when he actually did the work. He was amazed that he was still in college, with his worth ethics. A snort escaped him, and he glanced up, starting to ask a question. "John, buddy, do you remember the--" Lucas broke off, staring at his friend.
He wasn't even completely undressed, but what Lucas could see made his heard beat hard inside of his chest. He was covered in tattoos, ones of varying sizes. Even though they were all the same, simple color- black- they fit Johnathan's look well. He whistled, slowly setting his book down. "Even with all of our time spent together, I've never noticed those. They're real beauts." -
Johnathan chuckled a little. "Yeah, I had them done after I graduated highschool. They were like "good job, John, you're alive" gifts to me." He laughed once more, pushing his hand through his hair. "They were quite painful though." He said, rubbing his arm as he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt.
Truth be told, he was unnaturally good at doing things with a single hand. Especially his left hand, his dominant hand. It was kind of a quirky, unknown skill of his. He was almost stupidly proud of it. He slipped off his belt and pushed down his pants. Although he wore dark, tight skinny jeans, he was always able to get them off without unbuttoning them. Which was good, as he was too lazy to do that by default.
He was now left in a pair of red and black boxers, which were sort of tight almost. -
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"I've never noticed them," he repeated himself, then shook his head, realizing that was redundant. Why couldn't he think of something else to say? "They're nice. I'm glad that they remind you that you're... Living." He swallowed, gripping his pencil ever so slightly tighter. He looked down at his paper to avoid staring so intensely. "Pain sucks. Sorry about that. Must have been worth it, though."
He returned to doodling, trying to think of what to say. Words were hard. He kept looking up, stealing glances of Johnathan's body. He was quicker now, Lucas noticed. And he was an expert at removing his clothing. He wondered how many people he had done it for. Maybe for some girl, or perhaps another man? Blood rushed up to his cheeks. He was blushing. Emotions were a pain, too.
He saw that Johnathan was now practically finished. He swallowed, blinking. He sure was beautiful. "So," he began, "How was your day?" He felt like that was dumb, as dumb as his repeated words from before. But he didn't want to sit in complete silence. That would be too awkward. -
When the man had completed in taking off his clothing, he smirked a little, sighing in relief. This was no act new to him of course, many men had seen him in the nude. Of course, he kept these nuanced "meetings" seriously undercover, as he wouldn't want anyone to suspect anything. He wanted to keep his public image as pristine as possible. No matter what pain that caused him, personally.
He then bothered to answer the other man's question. His day? He swallowed. Johnathan could hardly remember his day. Was Lucas blushing? No, that's redundant, focus. "Yeah I just had a few english classes today, a literature, english history and creative writing. Nothing too exciting," He forced out, "Yours?" He combed his dark hair with his long fingernails in nervousness, almost. -
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"Oh." Lucas nodded, tapping his pencil rapidly against the sketchbook. "Sounds like you had a busy day. Good think you're getting a break now." He paused, thinking. "My classes were canceled for the day, so.. I've had nothing." He didn't bother to add that he had, in all of his spare time, done nothing but sleep and mess around in the dorm room. He hadn't gotten a single assignment job done.
"Which class did you have work you need help in?" He smiled at Jonathan, wanting to keep him talking. "And what is the assignment, anyway? A paper of some sort?" -
Johnathan tried and pose the best he could, but he felt ridiculous. A few times, he found himself laughing at himself. He sighed, answering the other man's question. "No, I have to write a hundred lines of poetry about beauty." He shrugged, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.
He did, however, lack one thing. Muse. Johnathan had always struggled with poetry in particular. This was because poetry such as this assignment needed focus on a certain subject, a certain individual. Hopefully the other man could help him find this subject or individual. Because Johnathan was lackluster, hopelessly lackluster.
"Wanna play a drinking game after our homework?" He asked, out of the blue. As the party boy realized he had never seen his roommate drunk and figured that it would be fun. After all, now his roommate had seen him nude and drunk. He needed to at least try and make things equal. -
Lucas watched Johnathan's attempts to get into a good pose, stifling a laugh. However, the moment the other boy began laughing at himself, he could't help but laugh with him. He placed his head on his hand, his body shaking with the effort. When he heard the other responding, he quickly recollected himself, coughing. "Beauty," he repeated. "What a lovely topic."
Personally, Lucas didn't enjoy writing. He was more of a visual interpreter, and wasn't very good with words. Most of his best work in earlier school years was all done through art. Painting, drawing, things of that nature. He recalled hating working with clay, though. He shivered at the thought.
He was pulled from his own internal disgust when the other mentioned drinking. Instantly, Lucas's eyes lit up, and he set his sketch book down beside him. "Why not now?" he asked his roommate, rubbing his hands together. "Maybe a good drink is all we need to get our head into the game." The boy knew that he wouldn't work like that, but he wanted desperately to get drunk. It made him feel lighthearted and free. -
Johnathan shrugged. "Whatever you want. What's your drink of choice? Shots, cocktails, beer? You know I make some killer cocktails." Johnathan smirked, although nude, at the other boy. He doubted he would be able to draw well drunk. But both of them enjoyed partying and being drunk.
"Damn, I wish I had some weed. That would really loosen us up, aye?" He didn't know if the other boy smoked, but he kind of had to assume. Anyone who likes alcohol that much has to have tried weed at least once.
The party boy waltzed over to their alcohol cabinet. As usual, it was filled with wines and vodkas and brandys and bitters. And some beer at the bottom. Personally, Johnathan preferred cocktails over anything else. He loved to experiment- in more than one way. Hell, when drunk, Johnathan would f--- anyone. Him being bisexual surely made that almost easier. -
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Lucas grinned, his finger on his chin. After a moment, he decided, "Hit me up with one of your c---tails. I'd love to see what you can do. Show me your skills, darling." The boy leaned back against the wall, following Johnathan with his eyes as he walked to the alcohol cabinet.
"I can relate," he sighed dreamily just thinking about the drug. "I'm not too big on drugs, but god damn, weed is a fine one. My favorite supplier ran out, though. And I'd rather spend my money on some drinks."
Without realizing it, Lucas found himself focused on the other's ass. He subconsciously licked his lips, smiling to himself. Johnathan truly was pretty. He couldn't wait to drink with him. A thought occurred to the boy- what if they got so drunk they did something? Or didn't. Lucas needed to do his project. But god damn, did he want to feel the sweet release of being drunk and carefree. He needed the stress off of his back, and soon. -
Johnathan made a cherry flavored cocktail with lime vodka, which was almost his favorite flavor combination. His true favorite though, was cherry vanilla, but he had yet to find a cocktail that truly captured that flavor. He made the same cocktail for the other boy, and then waltzed over and gave it to him. Johnathan whipped his hair to the side, proud of his work already. He headed back to the kitchen to grab his and sat down next to the boy on the bed.
He knew that Lucas needed to get things done. And he needed to get things done. But he didn't think either of them were very inspired. Perhaps just a little buzz would help? Johnathan remained hopefully, nudeley sitting down next to one of his closer friends.
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