(M x M) Soap Anyone?
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Thread Topic: (M x M) Soap Anyone?
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I have eight siblings and have either always had to rush or have had to shower with cold water so I've never taken long showers??? Also two in one shampoo and conditioner lol.
The storm came back... Hah.
"It's nice to meet you," James hummed, opening his bag to take his sketch book out. "Mind if I just.. Tape up some stuff? I'll keep it all over here by the window."
He was already carefully tearing a page out- It was the first one he had done when they left, a little messy because he had drawn it in the care. It was a red monochromatic drawing of Sage sleeping, head against the window of their father's minivan. James didn't draw Sage very often at all, but he had been bored. He was slightly proud of it.
James retrieved a roll of tape from his bag, folded it and carefully smoothed it out on the back of the drawing. He rose on his tippy toes to place it above the drawing of Jen, before remembering that this was someone else's room now and even though he had asked, he needed to wait until he had permission to put the drawing up. With a sigh, he dropped back to his heels, looking over his shoulder at Terry.
"What high school are you enrolled in? Maple Ridge?" He was just curious, and wasn't even sure if the other boy was in high school at all. "I think the only other school around here is private. Expensive, probably." -
Damn idk I just need the shower time and hot water and shiznit
Terry watched him for a few moments, and then shrugged again. "I don't mind, you can put it wherever." He wasn't much of a stickler about his room. He wanted it neat, but it didn't need to be perfect, so he didn't really care about where James put the picture. Thinking he should stay out of the way, he moved back to his bed. He sat down, and from under a quilt pulled out his laptop. It was a nice one, a slim Macbook. He used to have a job, before they'd moved, and he'd spent a lot of money on it. It had a webcam attatched to the top, his cheaper camera that he used to do livestreams.
Signs of his hobby- singular, because he didn't do much else, were strewn about the room. His nice camera was on a tripod in the corner, and on his desk, yet to be hung up, were two Youtube play button awards, one in silver and one in gold. But that was all he did, was record the videos and then post them. He had no idea what other people thought of him, because he disabled the comments, and never went out of his way to read anything on tumblr about himself. That was why he liked Youtube so much, he had so many people listening to them but he never actually had to interact with any of them.
"Uhm.. yeah, Maple Ridge," he mumbled, nodding, looking up from his computer. He figured that must be where this other guy went, then. "We have school in a few days, I guess, right? I don't really like anyone so.. I don't know if I'll talk to you, sorry." -
Hot water is the greatest accomplishment of mankind.
James put the drawing where he wanted it, returning to his sketch book to take two more out. One of an elderly couple drinking coffee, and then the first of his charcoal experiments, a sprawling mountain landscape that he had done quickly on a lift to the top of a mountain. He studied it for a moment, and then crumbled it up, dropping it on the floor to retrieve later. The other picture was put on the wall, towards the corner. He decided he would go through his sketch book at home and return later, because this was taking too long and the silence was awkward. He put it back in his bag.
"You're a new kid, so good luck being left alone. Plus, you're cute enough that you'll get plenty of attention from the girls. I-" He paused, coughing into his shoulder when he realized what he had said. His face lit up again. James sighed. "I don't mind. I don't talk to very many people anyways. It won't hurt my feelings if you're not interested in being best buddies with the guy who broke into your bedroom."
His eyes flit around, finally examining the rest of his surroundings. James pauses when his eyes land on the YouTube play button awards. He scrunches his brow up a bit. "You're on YouTube?"
James doesn't mean for it to sound like an insult, but it probably does. He's never understood the social media craze, perfectly content to stick to texting. He literally had only fifty friends on Facebook, and that was the only media account he had ever created. -
Thats so true
btw Terry is totally going to be the type of guy that when he does finally get criticized by a viewer or something he just is like "i quit i quit youtube" drama queen tbh
Terry looked up when he heard the paper crumpling, silently watching the drawing being dropped to the floor. He was curious what it was, if it was bad, since he liked the other drawings. Maybe he'd uncrumple it later, if James left it, although he probably wouldn't.
"I don't really care if people don't leave me alone for a little while, I just don't really want to make friends with anyone. Am I?" He asked, but he sighed a little. He knew he should be happy that an equally attractive guy had told him he was cute, but it probably didn't hold the significance that he usually hoped for. Either the other guy wasn't gay, or he would stop thinking Terry was cute once he got to know him. Because, like his family said, he was boring.
His cheeks went bright red when the other brought up the one thing that he did besides stare at the ceiling and read books that strangers left in his room. "Yeah, I am," he mumbled. "My channel is called HumDrum, if you want to see it, I guess." He tapped his fingers against his laptop, thinking for a second. "I talk about the stuff that happens to me, so I hope you don't mind but I already posted something about all your stuff." -
OH MY god that's so effing cute--
Idea idea!! One of James's younger sisters should recognize him from YouTube and then. Idk.
"Oh, god," James runs a hand through his hair, tilting his head back to glare at the ceiling. "Doesn't the gold one mean you have, like, a million subscribers? You didn't show any of my drawings, did you? At least, not the s---ty ones, right?"
He glances towards the lower left corner, where his twelve-year-old self had tacked some crudely drawn spaceships and aliens up. He'd been obsessed with space at the time, and had never gotten around to taking them down. There was also one, hidden almost entirely by a landscape painting, of the pitcher of the baseball team. Shirtless. Sweaty. His jersey slung careless over his shoulder, muscles flexed and pants ridiculously tight- James swallows hard. He'll have to remove that one. He hopes to God that Terry hasn't seen that one. He will literally have his dad baptize him if he hasn't, he promises the ceiling.
"It won't be a little while," James changes the topic suddenly. "Those girls are obsessive. They're borderline stalkers. Good luck, though."
He purposely doesn't answer the 'Am I?' And turns back around, placing his fingers on the window seal.
"I should go. My mom probably wants to send your parents a casserole or some s---, so expect that." He leans over, sliding his bedroom window open after making sure Sage isn't around. "So, uhm. I'll probably come over later to put some stuff up. I'll knock, I guess." -
Aaah and Terry freaks because he doesn't want to hear what other people think about him hahaha drama
"Uhm..." He didn't want to admit either of the two things. First, that he had upwards of two million subscribers, and second, that he'd shown the vast majority of James' things. His videos were often forty or so minutes long, and he uploaded one or two every day, which had left him plenty of time to show off the weird collection he had aquired of a stranger's things. "Sorry, I don't think they're s---ty, though."
He spent a lot of time in his room, regardless of if he was filming a video or not, so he'd seen all of the drawings. Including some that made him tilt his head, but he wouldn't be one to judge.
"Oh well. I guess they'll just have to be dissapointed." He looked up again when James said he should go, and watched him head towards the window. He couldn't help but be a little concerned that the other was climbing between buildings like that, but he seemed to be used to it. "Alright, yeah, please do. Knock, I mean, please knock." He was still on his bed, and bit his lip thoughtfully. "Sorry if it's weird, but.. I kind of like your stuff. It's interesting, so I really don't mind it being here." -
HAHAHA him spazzing out will be great I'm sure
Also how openly gay is he--
James tries not to clutch the window seal at the thought that a million people might have seen his lower quality art. He goes a little pink when Terry protests them being s---ty, laughing softly. "Thanks. But, uhm. Don't be too harsh when you make fun of me to all your viewers. Don't mention the murder dungeon thing. Chances are, at least one of your fans is a cop."
He straddles the window seal, leaning his cheek against the cool glass for a moment. "I guess I'll see you later, with more interesting drawings," He hesitates, nodding towards the stack of books. "Walk on Earth a Stranger. It's a trilogy. You should read it."
He leaves the discarded drawing on the floor.
With that, he dunks out the window and slides into his own room, leaning over to close the attic one before slamming his own shut. There's screaming downstairs, the patter of feet passing his dowm his hallway... And then three little bumbs on his door. James sighs, and gets up to open it, unsurprised to find Ryan ogling up at him.
"Hey, dude," He's glad he got back in time, because Ryan is definitely not out of his destructive age, and has more or less mastered door knobs. He lifts him up, feeling a fat cheek rest on his shoulder. James carefully turns one if his hearing aids down and settles the toddler on his bed, drawing the galaxy themed sheets up. "I wish I could nap like you do, man. It's not even five."
But, Ryan is already asleep and pretty much dead to the world. He settles on the floor, cross-legged, and begins going through his sketch books. He comes up with fifteen pages, stacked neatly together.
And then he's bored. He can't go anywhere else in the house without Anastasia or Rebecca haggling him, and he can't go to his hideaway. With a sigh, he grabs a box of watercolor pencils and opens his extra large sketch book to a blank page. Earbuds in, music blaring, he literally gets lost in drawing. It isn't until he takes a break to get a cup of water for the blending that he notices what he's drawing.
A mostly silhouetted boy against an open window, planets, stars, and a whole galaxy sliding into his room, the only light sorce a laptop balanced on the subjects knees. -
Gonna sleep! Goodnight, Papa.
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Fun stuff lmao
Eeh like he's not going to blurt it out, but if someone asked him he would //relunctantly// say yes, just because he wouldn't want to lie
Terry ended up just shrugging to him. He wouldn't make fun of him, of course. Today he was planning on making a video about all of the books, and he thought that would be okay since those weren't completely James'. Sure, they were his books and the books that he liked said something about him, but Terry could say what he thought about the books without getting too personal.
He looked over at the stack of books that James gestured at, and then nodded. He was needing a recommendation, since there were so many books around him. When the other left, he sighed. For a while, he sat on his computer, scrolling down pages and pages of Youtube videos, watching one after another of his favorite creators. After a bit of doing that, he sighed, and sat up. He set his camera up in the middle of his room, and started recording. He was going to talk about the books, but he found that the crumpled paper was still there.
He picked it up, looked at it briefly, then left the frame of the video for a few moments to find wall tacks. He went back to the wall, finding an empty space, then put the drawing up. When that was done, he went back to business, continuing as if he hadn't been distracted. He didn't mention meeting the stranger, he thought that was best kept quiet. So after recording an hour long video of him holding up familiar books and talking about them, and then a quick update on his plants, he stopped the recording.
He uploaded it to his computer, and spent no more than ten minutes editing it. He didn't usually take out much, and this time he only took out the bits where he was bending over to pick up the books. Soon, it was uploaded, musicless and titled "Book Maze Part One." -
Night!
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Yay I have the computer again
HAHA good luck Terry don't admit that around the jocks please you'll get hurt
James had been half tempted to throw the piece out, to shred it with the knife Sage kept in his dresser and to bury it in the dumpster on the corner. But he was actually extremely proud of it, knowing that it was probably one of his best pieces. It was unlikely that Terry would recognize it as himself, he reasoned, because the face of the boy in the image was completely blurred by the light of the screen.
With a loud sigh, he finished blending, and then added it to his stack of keepers. He buried the rejects that were still in his sketch book in his dresser, picked Ryan up, and took him to his nursery. As soon as he opened his bedroom door, it was like he was in a jungle. Anastasia was just coming up the stairs, watching something on her phone. She didn't have her headphones in, and when James shut the door to Ryan's room, he realized that he recognized the voice in the video she was watching. He paused, hand on the doorknob turning white as she slammed the door to her room, giving him a nasty glare.
"Sage! James!" His mother broke him out of his thoughts, and he crossed over to the banister to lean over. She was standing in the living room, and only briefly nodded at him. Her apron had flour on it, and her hair was pulled into a tight bun. "Did you know someone moved into that old house next to us? I was sure they were going to tear it down," She pauses and James shakes his head, feigning innocent curiosity. "Why don't you run over and invite them for dinner, James? I'd do it, but I need to finish these bread-sticks."
"Bread-sticks," He echoed, inclining his head. "Okay."
"And can you do it now? Apologize for the short notice for me."
"Okay," He turned and went to his room before she could say anything more. -
Terry's family, to say the least, mostly ignored him. He had a older sister who was currently in community college, so she took her classes online at home, and a younger sister who loved princesses and their mom, because their mom treated her like a princess. He could stay in his room all day, and none of them would ever bother him. He often missed dinner or breakfast because he'd never go downstairs.
After uploading his video, he laid on his bed, and started reading the book that James had recommended to him before he went crawling out of the window. He liked it, so far, and he was hoping most of these books would be good. He hadn't been much of a reader before, but with all of these books lying around he supposed he could get into it.
It was a little while later that there was a knock on his door. No one came in, even after he said that they could. Instead, his dad said through the door, "Take all the empty moving boxes downstairs when you're done unpacking." Terry sighed, but didn't bother to clarify that he'd finished his unpacking the second day they'd been there. He heard his dad's footsteps go back down the stairs, and groaned, flopping onto his side on his bed. The boring Terry was rather bored, but maybe he'd just sleep for a while. -
Keep forgetting to mention it, Ryan is hard of hearing bc he's based on my friend's nephew--
James put his drawings into his backpack, figuring that since he was going to Terry's house anyways, he might as well just walk there and knock on the door like a normal person. Sage was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.
Most people would have never known they were twins. Sage had bright ginger hair, and freckles painting half his face. His eyes were brown and James's were green, and their faces were just totally different shapes. Not to mention the muscle difference, or the fact that Sage was almost three inches taller than him. James hated it when people realized they were related, when it was like a window had opened up in their minds and he could watch them compare the two, slowly deciding that James was inferior. It was one of the many, many reasons he hated his brother.
Sage, however, was oblivious to all this. He swung his arm around James's shoulders and basically yanked him out the door. "Do you think they've got a daughter about our age? Maybe she's super cute, with nice big-"
James dunked out from under his arm, rolling his eyes dramatically. He would never understand how easily and how often Sage fantasied about girls. His brother laughed at his awkwardness while he rang the doorbell. -
oo gotcha
Terry usually didn't care about the doorbell ringing. He would let his mom or dad answer it, because it was never really for him and he was too uninterested to get up to open it. However, today he'd met the kid who crawled out of windows to hang out in his attic, and honestly that had been pretty exciting. So, even though he still let his mom answer the door, he did end up strolling down the stairs of the attic to see who was there.
Sure enough, there was James, with some tall, hunky guy who looked vaguely like James, but mostly not. His mom had just answered the door, and was saying hello, while Terry stood a few feet behind her, just glancing around her to see the two guys in the doorway. He supposed he should pretend to not recognize Terry, or else his family would work out that they'd met which wouldn't make any logical sense, unless of course James had crawled through his bedroom window, which wouldn't blow over well.
And, anyway, Terry was sort of subtlety, mostly not, staring at James' brother. He was, honestly, a total freaking hunk. Like, bend me over a table hot. He was quietly thankful that the guy was probably a jerk, as most guys with that appearance were, or else he might be drooling. -
James was a bit surprised to see Terry standing behind the lady who opened the door, but he trained his expression into one of genuine curiosity. This was one of the few cases in which he was glad Sage was so obnoxious, because James knew he would do all the talking. He folded his hands politely behind his back and pretended to listen.
"Hello, ma'am," His brother had always had just a bit of an accent- It was odd, because James most definitely did not and they had grown up together. It might have been all the summers Sage had spent with their father on the east coast, at some sort of Christian conventions. Or maybe, and more likely, he was faking it to impress people. "We live next door, and our family wants to welcome you to the neighborhood. I'm Sage Redfield, and this is my brother, James. Our mother asked us to invite you and your family over for dinner, ma'am. I think we're having lasagna."
"And bread-sticks," James added, a blush crawling up his cheeks yet again. Not only did he totally not give his mouth permission to say that, but it was very obvious that Terry was checking Sage out. He felt jealousy rise up his throat, burning it like the alcohol Jen had smuggled for them once. He didn't usually get so upset when people compared him and Sage, but for some reason it hurt a bit that Terry had already decided his asshat of a brother was better than him and-
And there was absolutely no reason to care about that, he reminded himself, sliding his thumbs into his pockets while he waited for Sage to finish faking politeness to the lady at the door.
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