(M x M) Soap Anyone?
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Thread Topic: (M x M) Soap Anyone?
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Terry's mom looked happy as all hell that such a nice boy was at her door, offering for them to come over for dinner. "Lasagna and breadsticks, that sounds wonderful. I'll go get the girls and my husband," she said, then turned around, and saw her son. "Oh! And Terry. Terry, why don't you go back with Sage and James and maybe help them get ready for dinner while I get your sisters?"
Terry had stopped his Sage-oogling, and was looking at his mom. He nodded, and moved towards the door. "Yeah, okay," he mumbled, glancing at James, then at Sage, then back towards his mom who was already down the hall, going to his sisters' rooms.
He didn't like going out, or being required to talk to anyone. He knew he should introduce himself, but then again maybe they'd heard his mom say his name and James already knew it. So he stepped outside, shut the door behind himself, and stared expectantly at both of them, figuring he should wait for them to lead the way to their house. -
Eating, so brb
James let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding when the door closed, glancing between Sage and Terry before he turned on his head and headed towards his house. He was a bit upset that he hadn't gotten a chance to put his art in Terry's room, but he'll just have to wait. He walks a couple of feet in front of them, listening to Sage question Terry like he was in interrogation. He didn't feel even a little bad.
"So," Sage walked next to Terry, looking him up and down as if sizing him up for a fight. "Do you play any sports? And did your mom say you have sisters? How old are they? In fact, how old are you? You're in high school, right? What grade? Where'd you move from?" He slammed into James's back, who was waiting for them at the door. "Well, a--hole? Open it," He shoved his brother, as if it were his fault he hadn't been watching where he was walking.
James sighed, and purposely took his sweet time opening the door. His mother peeked out of the kitchen, smiling brightly. "And who's this?"
"Terry," James hummed, taking his shoes off once inside. -
aah and I dissapeared to clean the microwave lol
Terry wasn't into talking that much. He felt he'd already conveyed that to James, and at least hinted to it when he made no move to introduce himself to Sage, but that apparently was not the case. All of a sudden he was being questioned, and he really didn't like being questioned by hunky hyper-heterosexual dudes.
He mumbled out answers to some of the first questions. "No, yeah, 9 and 20, I'm 17.." he sighed after the fourth answer, feeling too uninterested to go on, and luckily for him, Sage bumped into James. He'd never seen someone experience so much crap just for not opening the door, and right around there his suspicions that Sage was a jerk were confirmed. When they finally stepped inside, Terry crossed his arms, feeling a little strange being in someone else's house.
He saw the lady who looked out of the kitchen, and let James introduce him. He waved, quietly, then said, "Uhm.. I guess my mom wants me to help set the table or something." -
ew that's no fun
"Oh, there's no need of that. I'm sure the girls are perfectly capable. They're getting the silverware now," She dried her hands on the rag she was holding, tossing it onto the counter. "Why don't you boys go wash your hands and watch TV or something for a bit? The lasagna should be done soon-"
"Beth! Honey, can you get me another beer?" James's father called from the living room, and he quickly made up his mind that he wouldn't be watching TV in there. With a sigh, he headed up the stairs, not caring to know if Sage or Terry followed him.
"There's a bathroom upstairs," Sage informed Terry, nodding towards where James had went. "Just ask James. See you later," And with that, he disappeared down the hall towards the other bathroom, loosing interest in the new boy all together. -
ehh it was my fault anyway i wasnt watching my soup
Terry had almost been hoping that he'd be tasked with something, just so that he'd have something useful to do rather than just hanging around their house. So he was a little put off to hear that there wasn't anything to help with, but he supposed he could just go wash his hands in the meantime.
He heard the father ask for a beer, and just moments later James disappeared up the stairs. He looked at Sage, and then nodded. He stood awkwardly for a moment, then went up the stairs. He didn't want to be nosy, and start peeking through doors just to find the bathroom, so he swallowed his pride and said, in a slightly louder than average talking voice, "James? Where's the bathroom?" Hoping to get the other boy's attention.
Downstairs, he heard the doorbell ring, and the loud chatter of his family behind the front door. They were a loud bunch, very opposite of Terry, which was probably why they said he was boring. They were talkative and like to go out and meet people and all the things that Terry generally didn't want to do. -
hey i just discovered that im going out so i'll get back to you whenever i get back
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what kind of soup??
James was about to close his door when he heard Terry ask where the bathroom was. With a sigh, he pointed at the door to his left, a bit down the hall. He realized he was probably being a little rude. After a moment of hesitation, he added, "You can come to my room when I'm done. Unless you want to be converted by my father, of course."
He never ate dinner with his family. He waited until everyone went to bed, and then crept down the stairs and got leftovers. Sure, it was never as good as it would be fresh, but his family drove him crazy. He'd rather eat in his room, or in Ryan's nursery.
James listened to the noise below him for a second before he shut the door to his room, opening his bag to put his drawings on his bed. He wanted to go through them again, make sure that they were good enough for his wall. His fingers lingered over the one of Terry, and he wondered if maybe he shouldn't have done it in watercolor. There were a lot of other mediums he wanted to explore, but it would have to do for now. -
okay see you later!!
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Chunky Salisbury steak lol
Im back woo!!
When is his sister going to freak outtt
Antonio was glad to see James, and nodded as the other pointed him to the bathroom. As he started to walk there, James spoke, and he stopped to listen to him, then nodded again. "Okay," he mumbled, then went into the bathroom. He was just washing his hands, but he shut the door.
He washed his hands, then stared at himself in the mirror for a few minutes. He was at someone else's house, who he wasn't related to, which felt strange. He'd left his laptop and his phone at home, so he was going to be bored, and when he left the bathroom he'd be going to hang out in the bedroom of someone his age. He sighed, dried his hands, and then made his way to James' room.
He knocked, first, then opened the door and went in. There were two beds, but James was near one of them so it was easy to tell which one was his. He glanced towards the window, and god, he could see into his own room from there. That might be a little strange at some point, he'd need to get blinds. He crossed his arms, lingering by the door after he shut it. "Uhm... do you have a laptop? I left mine in my room." -
SORRY I had no computer and then school today ugh ugh
At dinner,,, She's gonna go over the top man. They need some peace before the storm.
also who is Antonio
James nodded towards the light blue laptop that sat unused on his nightstand, hands still ghosting over the drawing of Terry. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do with it, so he turned it face down and muttered something about going to the bathroom.
He technically shared the bathroom with Sage and Ryan, but Rebecca and Anastasia had their own bathroom, and it was cleaner. He slipped into the pink tiled room and turned the faucet on, gripping the sides of the sink. He didn't want to eat food with his family, maybe he could just get a plate and slink up to his room. Perhaps he'd suggest to Terry that he do the same, because both of them didn't like talking, so they might as well enjoy each other's silence. -
Lmao thats fine dont worry about it
Mwahahah perfect
AH omg sorry I had hetalia on my mind
Terry perked up a little when James pointed out the laptop. He quietly went to the desk, and sat down, opening it up. Within moments, he'd lost himself in Tumblr, hardly noticing when James left the room. He was content to just scroll down the page quietly, looking over pictures of plants and monochrome photos of guys.
He could hear his family with James' downstairs, and couldn't help but think that the both of them were pretty similar. James had been crawling out of his window to be alone in the attic for years, avoiding talking to his family, and he probably wasn't very social at school either. They were practically the same, except Terry was a little more blunt and, if the suprise-I'm-crawling-into-your-attic had shown anything, more prone to nervous breakdowns. But otherwise, he thought maybe he would be able to bear James' company now and then. -
I'm sorry. I had Thespian the past three days and have been SUPER busy, without any time to talk to ANYONE.
James opened the cabinet under the sink and shifted the spare toilet paper to the side, taking out a hidden bag that had his own hygiene products in it. He had long since learned that if he left his stuff in the bathroom he shared with Sage, it would be flushed down the toilet. To be fair, most of the items were marketed towards girls... But, then, products for their hair just smelled better to him. Most of the time, anyways.
But, for now, all he wanted to do was brush his teeth and comb through his hair. And wash his hands. And maybe wash his face-
He took a deep breath, balancing the palm of his hand on the edge on the counter, pressing his hand into it until the edge cut into his palm. The slight pain grounded him, letting him breathe until he could actually decipher what was going on in his head. Okay, he decided. So, Terry was cute. And interesting. And probably totally straight and completely freaked out by him. He really needed to get himself under control. -
That's totally okay lol don't worry about it, I've been sledding down my driveway all day so I didn't see that you replied oops
Terry was perfectly content to sit on the computer. It felt quite like he was at home, since this was all he did there anyway. To his fans' dismay, he never made posts on tumblr, only reblogged them. He never followed anyone who posted about him, and never went on any tags that talked about him.
He wasn't sure what it was, but the idea of people having opinions towards him, good or bad, made him incredibly uncomfortable. Once, he had been scrolling down the 'houseplants' tag, and someone had posted a picture of him holding one of his ferns. There was no caption, it was just the screencap from one of his videos, but he'd never closed out of a window faster. He liked the idea of people listening to him, but to him, that was different. They could watch his videos, and hear about his life- not having any friends, telling someone, even youtube, made him feel good.
He stopped scrolling when he got to a picture of a shirtless male model, starting to hear plates and utensils clinking together downstairs. Like usual, his family had either forgotten him or assumed he wasn't going to eat with them. He sighed, hungry, and stood up, leaving the room with the computer still on tumblr so he could come back to it after he ate. He paused in the hallway, and glanced towards the bathroom. ".. Hey, James? Are you coming to dinner?" -
Whoa that sounds fun!!
Also it's about to go downnnn
James paused in the middle of washing his hands, having heard his bedroom door open. He couldn't really make out what Terry had said but he could distinguish his voice. With one last glance in the mirror, he flicked the water off and threw his stuff back under the sink, planning to organize it later.
He opened the bathroom door, looking towards Terry with what he hoped was a bored expression. "Want to eat in my room? We can watch a movie on my Netflix account or something," James suggested. He was pretty sure he sounded casual. Suddenly flustered, he rushed down the stairs without waiting for an answer.
Maybe when Terry had said he didn't like talking to people, he was politely telling James to f--- off. That he was weird. Who wanted to be friends with the creepy reject artist who hid away in abandoned attics at got forgotten by his family on a regular basis? Why would he want to spend time with such a weirdo?
When he walked under the archway that lead to the kitchen, Sage paused with a fork load of lasagna halfway to his mouth. There were no empty seats at the table, and the two spare ones had been takes from the kitchen island for Terry's sisters. His mother started to stand up and say something about a spare chair in her bedroom.
"There's not any space, Mom. It's fine-"
"We can all move to the living room, and you boys can eat with us in there-"
"No! It's fine. I don't want to interrupt your family time. Terry and I'll eat in my room. Whatever."
James set to fixing two plates, completely ignoring his father as he began to scold him on blatant disrespect. -
Yeah I mean I haven't left the house since yesterday morning bc my whole driveway is totally iced but it's so good for sledding
Omg yes yes
Terry waited in the hallway, and sure enough James came out of the bathroom a few moments later. He started to nod, and opened his mouth, about to answer that hell yes, he would much rather do that than eat downstairs, but then James kept on walking past him and down the stairs. He guessed that was supposed to mean that he didn't really care about his answer, so he sighed, and soon went to follow him downstairs.
When he was near the kitchen, he lingered in the archway, hearing the two families already eating and talking, and James' dad seemed to be telling him off about something. He saw his own mom at the table, sitting between his two sisters. The younger one was making a mess of her plate, despite definitely being old enough to know better, and the older one was eating and talking to their dad, who was sitting across from her. He sighed, seeing that all the seats were gone. Not that he wanted to eat with them, but the sentiment was clear that his family didn't really care whether he joined them.
He looked to James, who was getting their plates together. He moved to be closer to him, so that he wouldn't awkwardly be standing doing nothing by himself. "Uhm, I'm totally fine with eating upstairs, I'd prefer it," he said.
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