Demetria, Logan and Displaced
Demetria stretched as she walked from her tent towards the beach, wearing a blue bikini, sunscreen and not much else. Octavian wolfwhistled at her and she laughed, throwing her head back.
"And don't you look smashing today?"
"Hush, Tavvie."
She looked pleased nonetheless and walked over to where he was sitting at a table with the other members of the band, table strewn with paper. The other guys blinked as Demetria leant over slightly to study what Jonothon had written.
"Looks good."
Yeah...Rebekah helped me write some of it, actually.
"So, you managed to end up doing the collab? Fantastic!"
Demetria smiled, looking pleased. Jonothon nodded.
Yeah, it's an interesting blend of music styles...
"You're both so angstridden, I can't see that there would be a greta difference," Demetria said, laughing.
Jonothon shrugged slightly, looking amused.
Yeah well...life's a bitch.
"And then you die," the other members of the band finished off.
A sleek expensive looking car pulled up in the parking lot of the camp and Octavian shaded his eyes as he looked towards it.
"Wonder who that could be..." he mused, then shrugged.
"Not important. Dem, would you look at this?"
They descended into a musical discussion, Demetria perched on the edge of the tables in her swimmers. Octavian got up with Sergei to fetch his guitar, chatting amiably. Then Octavian saw just who had gotten out of the car...
"Oh no. Oh god. Oh shit," Octavian said, in some dismay.
Sergei gave him an odd look.
"What's up, tovarisch?"
"We can talk about this later," Octavian said, then reached up and kissed the other mutant hard.
Sergei's hands windmilled for a moment, the Russian totally taken aback. Octavian let go and Sergei glared at him.
"What the-"
"Father, totally delightful to see you," Octavian said dryly, holding Sergei's hand.
The tall and imposing gray-haired man in a business suit stared at his son.
"Octavian Felix Edgerton-Smythe, what is the meaning of this?"
"This? This is my boyfriend, Sergei Mikhaelovitch Piotr Rasputin," Octavian said.
"Sergei, this is my father. Baron Edgerton-Smythe."
Sergei blinked hard at Octavian. What the f*ck?
Demetria laughed at something Jonothon said dryly, before leaning back to the music notes scattered across the table.
"See, if you just extend the dynamics of this bar-"
"Demetria Juno, what are those ridicolous excuses for clothing that you're wearing?" A frosty cultured tone intrupted her.
Demetria jumped guiltily, face going white.
"Mother."
"You look like a prostitute of some type. Go change immediately."
"Yes, Mother."
Demetria fled, cheeks burning. Her mother gave the shocked guys a haughty glare, then stalked off.
Octavian and their father met up with Demetria and their mother, once Demetria had got changed.
Logan jogged up, looking as menacing and surly as usual. His nose twitched slightly at the absolute fear pouring off Octavian, who merely looked bored and the resignation mixed with embarrassment coming off Demetria.
"Hold up, people. Can I ask where you're going with two of my students?"
"Mr Logan, these are our parents, Baron and Baroness Edgerton- Smythe," Octavian interjected smoothly.
"Mother, Father, this is one of the teachers at the school."
"Charmed, I'm sure," Bryce said, shaking Logan's hand with an expression of slight distaste.
"What do you teach?"
"Art," Logan said gruffly, remembering a crack by Bobby when he'd meet that kid's parents.
"We'll bring them back safely," Julia fluted.
"We're just going out for dinner, and perhaps some sightseeing. While we were in the country."
"Right," Logan said.
"Curfew's usually midnight, but you can bring 'em back later," Logan said.
"Thank you and now we must be going," Bryce said dismissingly.
Logan watched Octavian. Something was seriously wrong there...
"Take care, and don't wake up the camp when you come back," Logan said.
The family got in the car and the chaffeur drove them off.
~*~*~*~
Demetria arrived back about 12:30, dripping with diamonds and stumbling slightly in high heels and a designer dress. She cursed her mother fluently but briefly, then went to get changed.
~*~*~*~
Octavian parked the new Ashton-Martin in the parking lot, aching, sore and shamed. He stumbled out of it and fell on his hands and knees in the parking lot, head spinning. He dry heaved a few times, gravel cutting into the palms of his hands before he got up and locked the car behind him.
He could taste blood in his mouth and his eyes felt bruised and puffy. Nothing broken, he thought. Maybe his nose. It was certainly sore enough. He carefully refrained from thinking about his other injuries, and tucked his torn shirt into his pants to prevent it from flapping in the breeze.
"How dare you disgrace me like that!" Bryce hissed.
One flex of his hands and the buttons on the shirt went flying across the room. Octavian gasped, then stumbled to the ground as his father decked him.
"Don't forget what you are."
He winced slightly as he walked carefully. He knew there must be blood coating the inside of his legs. Tent, first aid kit, shower, tent, alcohol, sleep, tent, first aid kit, shower, tent, alcohol, sleep, Octavian chanted to himself.
He unzipped the tent as quietly as he could, then crawled inside. He started to look through his bag for the cream he had (just in case, which was almost certain), the bottle of Black Label Johnny Walker and some pajamas.
He noted coolly to himself that until the bruises already springing up across his body healed, he wouldn't be able to sleep with anyone. In case that someone commented.
Bobby
Bobby stirred as the tent unzipped.
"Mmmm," he said sleepily, opening his eyes, and focusing on Octavian.
"Hey, you're back."
He sat up and blinked in surprise.
"Shit, what happened? Lie down."
Bobby grabbed their small first aid kit that Storm had given all the students, and opened it and pulled out some bandages. He wiped a hand across his eyes and stifled a yawn as he grabbed one of his towels, created a lump of ice in it, and folded it up, handing it to Octavian to put to his eye.
Octavian
"I'll be fine," Octavian protested.
"Don't fuss. It'll all be gone by morning..."
He shifted slightly and winced.
"I plan to have a shower, consume a great deal of alcohol in an effort to forget who I am and go to sleep."
He put the ice to his eye thankfully however.
Bobby
Bobby looked at Octavian for a second.
"When my friends come in, beaten to a pulp, I tend to worry."
He touched Octavian's shoulder gently.
Octavian
Octavian flinched back slightly.
Thrown against the wall, then blinded by a punch to the eye he'd sagged to the floor. His father spat on him.
"What were you thinking? You're the son of a Baron! Consorting with lowerclass foreign filth! If he hadn't been male, it wouldn't have been so disgraceful."
"F*ck you, Father," Octavian croaked out from bleeding lips.
His father smiled slightly.
"There will be. But I think it will be more along the lines of me f*cking you."
Octavian nearly gagged on the memory and the taste of come in his mouth. He opened the bottle of alcohol and gargled some of it, before spitting onto the ground outside the tent. All the cuts in his mouth opened and started to bleed again, but at least now all he could taste was the alchohol.
"Thank you for the sentiment, Bobby. Just...don't tell anyone."
Bobby
"I won't."
Bobby frowned and his eyes darkened slightly.
"You gonna be ok?"
Octavian
"I will be," Octavian said in a curiously detached voice.
"After all, I've been doing this since I was four. I should know by onw how to cover up the evidence."
He hiccuped a laugh that was almost a sob.
Bobby
"Since you were four?" Bobby's voice was soft, but angry.
"That's..."
Bobby stopped himself from talking, in case he freaked Octavian out, but he felt his chest tighten slightly.
Octavian
"Depraved? Wrong? Disgusting?" Octavian said, then looked at Bobby.
"I'm a whore, Bobby. I'm my father's whore. He doesn't lay a finger on Demetria...I'm happy to sell myself for that. She doesn't know. And you won't tell her."
Bobby
Bobby lifted his hand to touch Octavian's shoulder.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise but..."
He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.
"I'm always here, you know..."
Octavian
"Thanks, Bobby."
Octavian grabbed the stuff he needed to fix himself up, then capped the bottle of alcohol.
"No one else knows...well, I think my mother does. But she's not going to say a word..."
Bobby
Bobby nodded.
"Look, I won't say anything ever, and as long as you need me... here I am."
Octavian
"Thanks."
Octavian left the tent, walking carefully. All he wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die. Smile for the cameras, and pretend it never happened.
He showered, blood flowing down the drain in reddish swirls and sobbing quietly. He didn't want to disturb anyone. Clue them in. Bad enough Bobby knew...
He changed into pajamas, ruined Armani suit dumped in a rubbish bin. So much blood...and if he sent it to a cleaner's...no, dump it. Not like his father couldn't afford it. He clenched the key to the new car his father had given him so hard it cut into his skin, blood dripping down his fingers as he walked back to the tent.
Whore. Slut. Whore. Nothing but a whore...
He crawled back into the tent, settling very carefully onto his sleeping bag and fishing out the bottle of Johnny Walker in order to get very drunk. He tossed the key in his free hand for a few moments, before throwing it into his bag.
Bobby
Bobby handed him a glass with ice in it.
"There."
He paused.
"I..."
Octavian
"Thanks," Octavian said.
He sat up and poured a hefty slug of alcohol into it.
"Tonight was this bad because I kissed Sergei in front of him," he said dryly.
"I still have to apologise to poor bewildered Sergei for that. But usually he doesn't take me with no prep. I needed to be reminded of my place..."
He stared at the glass for a few moments.
"Like I could forget."
He downed the alcohol.
Bobby
Bobby nodded.
"Isn't there... isn't there any way to stop him?"
Octavian
"I am looking forward very much to his death..." Octavian said sincerely.
"But I'm also not bollocksing up my inheritance. Least the bastard can do."
He poured more alcohol into the glass, and then downed it.
"Payment for services rendered, you might say," he said in a slightly slurred voice.
He grinned twistedly at Bobby, before pouring out more of the intoxicating liquid.
Bobby
Bobby nodded, but looked uncertain.
"You'll be alright, yeah?"
Octavian
"I'll be fine, Bobby," Octavian said.
"At the very least, this time I have an enhanced healing factor going for me. I'll wear sunglasses and plead a hangover tomorrow to hide my eyes and get off doing stuff. My arse should be fine in couple of days, he didn't break any bones this time..."
He broke off.
"You don't need to know about that. I'll be fine."
Bobby
Bobby looked like he was going to protest but he decided to keep his mouth shut for once.
"Well, if you're sure."
He didn't want to press Octavian into talking, but he didn't want anything drastic to happen that could've been solved with talking.
Octavian
"Mmmhmmm. I'm sure."
Octavian drank more of the alcohol.
"Go to sleep, Bobby."
BObby
"Tav..."
Bobby sighed.
"Look, I know that we don't know each other very well, in terms of how we grew up and stuff, but this isn't right. I can't be quiet while you're in pain and you're having this done to you, man, you have to tell someone."
Octavian
"Not happening," Octavian said.
"It's bad enough that you know. I don't want anyone to know. You think I haven't watched enough rape trials? It almost always ends up being the the victim's fault. My father has the best lawyers, enough money to buy any judge and a trail of documentation that would stand up far better in court then my word."
Bobby
"So you won't even try?"
Bobby shook his head.
"This isn't right, by being quiet about it, you're letting him win already."
Octavian
Octavian shrugged slightly.
"No point of entering a battle if there's no chance in hell you'd win it."
His tone said he didn't expect Bobby to understand at all.
Bobby
"So you just give up."
Bobby looked frustrated.
"Octavian, this isn't right? You know that, right?"
Octavian
Octavian turned his head quickly to glare at Bobby, almost snapping with anger and frustration.
"I F*CKING KNOW! You think, oh god, if I could stop it that I wouldn't?!"
He buried his head in his hands and his shoudlers started to shake with noiseless sobs.
Bobby
Bobby reached a hand over to Octavian's shoulder.
"You have to try, trying is better than nothing, Tav."
Octavian
"God, just drop it, Bobby. When we go back to the school, he won't be able to."
Octavian swiped at his eyes angrily.
Bobby
"Fine," Bobby half snapped.
"All I'm trying to do is help."
He turned over and punched his pillow into shape.
Octavian
"I know, Bobby. But there's some things that can't be fixed that easily," Octavian said.
God he wished that Bobby didn't know. This was why he didn't want anyone to know. Somethings just couldn't be changed.
BObby
"Yeah, but the least you can do is try."
Bobby sighed.
"I can't make you do anything, it's all up to you, so... whatever. Do what you want."
Octavian
Octavian twitched slightly and decided he'd had enough, so he drank more alcohol.
"Fine."
BObby
"Fine."
Bobby sat up again after a moment and faced Octavian.
"Shit, man, I'm sorry... I just... I don't want to see you hurt."
Octavian
"I know."
Octavian smiled crookedly at him.
Bobby
Bobby reached over and put his hand on Octavian's leg.
"Just... there's no way I can say this without sounding like a woman, but I'm here for you... man."
Octavian
"I appreciate it none the less," Octavian said softly.
He bent over and kissed Bobby.
Bobby
Bobby kissed him back gently.
"You should get some sleep," he said softly.
Octavian
"I can never sleep after..."
Octavian shrugged slightly.
"Don't worry about it. I'm very good at acting."
Bobby
Bobby nodded.
"Alright..."
He decided he wouldn't sleep either.
Octavian
Octavian noticed he had finished the bottle and put it down carefully, before burrowing around in his bag to find more numbing good stuff.
"I thought I had more..."
He found chocolate.
"Of course, chocolate is always good too. Want some?"
He started scarfing chocolate.
Bobby
"Nah, I can't eat at this time," Bobby replied.
He stretched his arms above his head.
Octavian
"Suit yourself," Octavian said, licking melted chocolate from his lips.
"What are your parents like?"
Bobby
"They were pretty ok..."
Bobby shrugged.
"They were good when they thought I was just going to a boarding school, but they freaked when they realised I was a mutant... then my little brother called the police on us, and we had to run... so I guess they never got a full chance to get used to it."
Octavian
"My mother had a fit," Octavian said in a detached voice.
"Well, they know Dem's a mutant. I don't think they know about me."
"How could you?" Bryce hissed.
"Lower yourself to touch that...that mutie scum!"
Octavian bit into his forearm to distract himself as he stared at the bedspread.
He traced over the halfmoon indents, the marks slowly fading.
Father always got more angry if he screamed.
Bobby
Bobby nodded.
"You think parents are all understanding until something like this happens..."
Octavian
"Ours never were," Octavian said, staring out into the stuffy darkness of the tent, mind far away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"
Octavian trembled as his father glared icily down at him, a large frgament of the shattered vase still rocking slightly from side to side.
"My room. Now."
Octavian flinched back, blue eyes going wide and utterly panicstricken before he turned and walked slowly up the huge staircase, small hand clinging to the banisters.
Bobby
"Life's never a fairytale," Bobby mused. "Guess we all just have skeletons in the closet."
He paused.
"Except for me, apparently. But it's never too late to get some," he joked.
Octavian
"From the outside, it's a fairytale," Octavian said.
"The right honorable Baron Edgertone-Smythe, with his gracious and charming wife. Two blond, blue eyed perfect children, one of each gender. Two to marry off to whatever connection he needs for his business..."
Bobby
"Then you look closer."
Bobby shrugged.
"Can't have everything, I guess. Are you at Demetria ever going to be... married off properly?"
Octavian
"Oh, probably," Octavian said dryly.
"Mother probably already has several worthy candidates lined up. She'd faint if she met Remy."
Bobby
Bobby smiled slightly.
"Least Remy makes Dem happy."
Octavian
"Which matters nothing since she probably won't end up marrying him," Octavian said.
"Not classy enough. Not enough money, no title, no proper job..."
Bobby
"Hmmm," Bobby mused.
"But she can be happy now, and that counts for something."
Octavian
"I like my twin to be happy," Octavian said softly.
"She deserves to be."
Bobby
"and so do you," Bobby replied.
He reached over and touched Octavian's shoulder.
Octavian
"No, I don't."
Octavian shook his head slightly.
Whore, slut, whore...
Bobby
"You do."
Bobby furrowed his eyebrows.
"You're a really good guy, Tav, and people like you, they come around once in a lifetime."
He paused.
"That sounded so womanly."
Octavian
"You're just being a regular Ricky Lake tonight," Octavian said.
He dodged the thing about him deserving to be happy. Because he didn't.
Bobby
"I could be Ricki... Go Ricki!"
Bobby smiled, and rubbed Octavian's shoulder.
"But I meant it... you're awesome."
Octavian
Octavian hissed in a breath of discomfort.
"Bruised just there. I hit a wall a few times. And the floor. And the bedstand."
Bobby
Bobby sighed.
"Sorry."
He lay back down.
Octavian
"S'alright. Least *you* don't mean it."
Octavian scrubbed his hands over his face, suddenly really close to crying again.
Bobby
"I never would," Bobby replied seriously.
Octavian
"I know..."
Least not unless I wanted it. Because sometimes, I really need it.
Octavian twitched slightly, so close to breaking it was frightning him.
Bobby
"And as long as we're friends, I won't let anyone hurt you."
Bobby nodded.
"Or I'll try really hard anyway."
Octavian
"I know."
Octavian flashed him a smile. He started to shake hard, everything suddenly catching up with him.
Bobby
"Hey, it's ok..."
Bobby touched his knee softly.
"Let it out... it's what I'm here for."
Octavian
Octavian keened slightly.
"God...I'm his son...his f*cking son...how can he..."
Bobby
Bobby sat up again, and rubbed his knee.
"You don't deserve this..."
Octavian
"I've been told that I do since he...since he started..."
Octavian gulped in a breath.
"I told my mother once. She slapped my face and told me never to mention that disgusting falsehood ever again."
Bobby
"But you don't."
Bobby bent his head and looked Octavian in the eyes.
"You don't, and I know me saying it means nothing to you at the moment, but it's true..."
Octavian
Octavian blinked slightly.
"I can't..."
Bobby
Bobby rubbed his knee.
"You can, and even if you can't know, you will be able to. I'll help you."
Octavian
Octavian swiped at the tears on his face.
"God, Bobby, I still wish you didn't know..."
Bobby
"Yeah, I'm an annoying bastard."
Bobby smiled.
"Maybe it's better this way."
Octavian
"Annoying intogrative nosy bastard," Octavian said.
"Maybe it is."
He started to calm down from his crying jag.
Bobby
"Yep, I'm a horrible, horrible guy and I was a horrible, horrible kid."
Bobby nodded proudly.
Octavian
Octavian chuckled breathlessly.
"I can guess. A real terror of an anklebiter."
Bobby
"Yep, threw a home made ping pong ball bomb at the dog next door..."
Bobby chuckled.
"The neighbours hated me."
Octavian
"And they don't now?" Octavian said.
Calm, be calm. Act.
Bobby
"Yeah, probably hate me more now for being a mutant."
Bobby shrugged.
"Doesn't bother me... guess I deserve it for all the terrorising I did to them."
Octavian
"Normal humans, what would we do without them?" Octavian said dryly.
Bobby
"Have less people to annoy?" Bobby suggested.
Octavian
"Yes, this is true."
Octavian nodded slightly.
"Or to shag."
Bobby
"Mmmm, or both!"
Bobby grinned.
Octavian
"Or both," Octavian said.
He yawned slightly, the alcohol catching up to him as well as the physical shocks he'd had. But he really didn't want to sleep. What he wanted, was to get f*cked. Hard. But that wasn't really a possibilty at the moment...
Bobby
"You look tired, Tav, but if you can't sleep... then... I'll stay up with you."
Bobby nodded.
Octavian
"It's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to..." Octavian said.
Flashback nightmares were a bitch.
Bobby
"Alright, we'll stay up..."
Bobby grinned slightly.
"Want me to raid the supplies tent?"
Octavian
"You can go to sleep," Octavian said.
"You don't have to do anything..."
Because I don't deserve your help.
Bobby
"Tav, I'm not gonna be able to sleep unless I know you're ok."
Bobby nodded again and created him some more ice, wrapped in a towel.
"Here."
Octavian
"Thank you."
Octavian slid the ice under his shirt, hlding it to his bruised and aching ribs.
Bobby
"No problem."
Bobby paused.
"Come to think of it, I'm starting to get hungry..."
He grinned.
"Storm didn't cook tonight... and there are left overs. Oh yeah..."
He sat up.
Octavian
"Food would probably be good," Octavian admitted.
Bobby
Bobby saluted and crept out of the tent and went into the supplies tent. He found the leftovers and took them and went back into his shared tent with Octavian and handed him some food.
"Yuuuum."
Octavian
"Yes, quite," Octavian said dryly.
He started to nibble carefully at the food.
Bobby
"Hey, Storm didn't cook it, she let us guys do the cooking tonight."
Bobby grinned.
"So it's not all burned and yuck."
Octavian
"I noticed," Octavian said.
"I know Spike can cook...why doesn't she let someone else do it mroe often?"
Bobby
Bobby shrugged.
"Pride? Or that thing where women like to be all with the doing everything?"
Octavian
"Maybe."
Octavian ate more food thoughtfully, licking at his fingers slightly.
"Storm is very proud. And a bit of a busybody."
Bobby
"That's not just Storm."
Bobby grinned.
"That's most girls."
Octavian
"Which is why us blokes are just far better off with each other," Octavian said, shoving his memories of his father back to where they normally lived.
Behind triple locked steel doors and a huge warning sign.
Bobby
"Yeah, but they have their perks."
Bobby nodded.
"Like Julie... she's very perky."
Octavian
"Her breasts are perky," Octavian said.
Octavian finally lay down, rolling onto his stomach. His shoulders hunched slightly as he remembered...shut it off.
Bobby
"You know, we've been missing the new series of Idol."
Bobby grinned.
"Yes, I do watch it."
Octavian
"You are so sad," Octavian said, not really noticing when his eyes slid shut.
"That is one of the most pathetic pieces of shite to ever be dreamed up by a stoned executive. After Big Brother."
Bobby
"Yeah but Kelly Clarkson is hot. So is Clay Aiken."
Bobby paused.
"Even though he didn't win."
Octavian
"S'true."
Octavian yawned slightly, pillowing his head on his arms.
"Had a very nice arse..."
Bobby
"Mmmm, and that's what counts."
Bobby nodded.
Octavian
"Yes, like yours," Octavian said.
Bobby
"How very nice of you to notice," Bobby replied.
He punched his pillow into shape and shifted his weight.
Octavian
"I noticed way back when you were playing straight," Octavian said.
His hand traced down Bobby's back slowly.
"Watching, wanting..."
Bobby
"Awwww, I feel so wanted."
Bobby grinned and turned to smile charmingly at Octavian.
Octavian
"Always, and you know it," Octavian said and lazily leant forward to kiss him.
Bobby
Bobby kissed him back gently, careful not to jar any of Octavian's bruises.
"You're pretty wanted yourself... saw you and Kitty the other day."
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.
Octavian
"Kitty, Kitty, Kitty...who wants me so bad and is never going to say a word," Octavian said.
"Less I push her. I don't like pushing. That's bad, bad, bad..."
Bobby
"Least this way, there's more for me and Julie."
Bobby winked.
"Nah, Kitty's cool, a little shy in that aspect, but I spose they can't all be like Julie."
Octavian
"No they can't," Octavian said.
He was silent for a moment, thinking.
"What Kitty wants is a boyfriend. I'm just not boyfriend material. I'm..."
A slut. A whore. Pretty body to be used and abused...
Bobby
"You're not used to it?"
Bobby shrugged.
"I mean, that's not a bad thing, and hey, Kitty's hell cool... if not a little shy in some aspects. You and her would be awesome together."
He paused.
"And you deserve it."
Octavian
"Fiddlesticks," Octavian said succintly.
"Wouldn't you miss me, Bobby?"
Bobby
"Yeah, I'd have Julie, but it wouldn't be the same."
Bobby grinned.
"I don't know, that whole relationship thing... it's not a thing that I really do much with."
Octavian
"Maybe we should just set up as an open triad," Octavian said sleepily.
"It's what we are basically anyway."
Bobby
"Mmm, good idea," Bobby mused.
He glanced at his watch.
"Whoa."
Octavian
"Mmmmm?" Octavian inquired.
"If you're tired, Bobby, just go to sleep..."
Bobby
"Not tired, just..."
Bobby shrugged.
"It's nearly 4."
He grinned.
"Maybe I'll go for a 5am surf."
Octavian
"Lunatic," Octavian said fondly.
"And they say Englishmen are mad...we've never been a patch on you Yanks."
Bobby
Bobby grinned.
"It's fun..."
Octavian
"I know things that are more fun," Octavian said.
The alcohol dulled his pain enough that he rolled to face Bobby and kissed him, hand resting on the other teen's hip.
Bobby
Bobby kissed him back, running a gentle hand through the other teen's hair.
"We don't have to... if you're still hurt..."
Mordred
"Want to," Octavian breathed.
He nibbled kisses on Bobby's lips, then down his jawline.
Bobby
Bobby placed his hands gently on Octavian's hips.
"You're sure?"
Octavian
"Yes, Bobby," Octavian said.
He kissed Bobby again, slow and sweet.
Bobby
Bobby kissed him back, gently running a hand down Octavian's back, resting on the base of his spine.
Octavian
Octavian moaned slightly, sliding his hand down the front of Bobby's boxers.
Bobby
"Oh God..."
Bobby let his tongue stud tease Octavian's tongue, then slipped a hand slowly down the back of the other teen's pants, pausing in case resistance came.
Octavian
Octavian moaned slightly in frustration.
"Want to, really, really want to but better to not."
He kissed Bobby again, sliding his fingers over the other's length.
Bobby
"Hey, it's ok..."
Bobby kissed him back, moaning softly.
He slid his hand from Octavian's pants.
Octavian
"Just...he *tore* me, Bobby," Octavian said.
"F*ck, I..."
He kissed Bobby again.
"I want to. But can't. Few days."
Bobby
"It's ok..."
Bobby kissed him back and gently touched his cheek.
"I understand."
Octavian
Octavian kissed Bobby again.
"You don't. But that's alright."
Bobby
Bobby nodded.
"Look... I just..."
He kissed him again.
Octavian
"Really, really want you to f*ck me," Octavian sighed.
He kissed Bobby harder, nails scraping over the stud.
Bobby
"Ah God..."
Bobby kissed him back.
"If you're up for it, you could f*ck me."
Octavian
Octavian licked thoughtfully across Bobby's chest, pausing to tug silghtly on the nipple ring.
"Could. Want me to?"
Bobby
"Ah... Godd... yeah..."
Bobby closed his eyes slightly and hissed in a breath, sitting up.
Octavian
Octavian pulled Bobby's boxers down, hesitating for a moment, then pulling his pajama top over his head.
He knew he was bruised. Coloured black and blue with them.
Bobby
Bobby looked at Octavian's body in shock, then shrugged.
"Still hot."
He licked at a patch of Octavian's neck gently.
Octavian
"Despite?"
Octavian arched his neck in pleasure, one hand scrabbling through his bag for lube.
Bobby
"Always," Bobby told him, then returned to the task of making a hickey appear on Octavian's neck.
He let a lump of ice appear in his mouth and licked up the side of Octavian's neck and cheek with it.
Octavian
Octavian breathed out a shuddering sigh.
"God..."
He flipped the top off the lube and slicked his fingers.
Bobby
Bobby kissed him again gently, hands softly touching his shoulders.
Octavian
Octavian let himself melt slightly, fingers trailing up the inside of Bobby's legs.
"Bobby..."
Bobby
Bobby answered by kissing him again, shivering slightly.
"I'm yours," he said softly.
Octavian
"Can't be mine..."
Octavian shook his head slightly, easing the first finger into Bobby.
Bobby
"Just... for... tonight... morning... whatever."
Bobby breathed heavily.
Octavian
"Can deal with that."
Octavian bent his head and took Bobby in his mouth, sliding a second finger inside.
Bobby
"Oh... God... Tav..."
Bobby moaned and let his head fall back.
Octavian
Octavian hummed slightly, tongue flicking over the stud. He slid a third finger inside, scissoring and stretching gently.
Bobby
"Godddd," Bobby moaned through clenched teeth.
He ran a hand through Octavian's hair.
octavian
Octavian took Bobby deeper into his mouth slowly, fingers working slowly. He pressed down on Bobby's prostate, moaning slighly.
Bobby
Bobby moaned loudly and threw his head back.
"God... Tav..."
He closed his eyes as he came.
Octavian
Octavian swallowed, pulling back to lick at his lips slightly. He withdrew his fingers slowly, before he hooked Bobby's legs over his shoulders.
"Can still..."
He bit his lip slightly.
Bobby
"Are you ok?"
Bobby's expression shifted to concern.
"If you can't, it's ok..."
Octavian
Octavian's smile became a bit more real.
"Misunderstood me, don't worry about it."
He kissed Bobby as he slowly entered him.
Bobby
Bobby kissed him back, moaning into his mouth.
"Goddd..."
Octavian
Octavian moaned.
"God, Bobby..."
He started to move slowly.
Bobby
Bobby's eyes were half closed as he opened his mouth slightly.
"F*ck..."
Octavian
Octavian shudderd slightly.
"God, god, Bobby..."
He kissed Bobby, playing with the tonguestud.
Bobby
Bobby clenched around him and kissed him back.
"Godd..."
Octavian
"Oh my God..."
Octavian panted, throwing his head back.
"You learn fast..."
He supported himself on one hand as he leant back in for another kiss, wrapping his fingers around Bobby's length.
Bobby
"Had... a good teacher," Bobby replied softly.
He moaned and closed his eyes fully, clenching again.
octavian
"GOD!"
Octavian moaned, thrusting slightly harder.
Bobby
"Ah f*ck, Tav..."
Bobby threw his head back, moaning louder.
Octavian
"You are...do f*cking sexy when you do that..."
Octavian treid to make him do it again, scraping his fingerails over Bobby's stud and thrusting hard again.
BObby
"God!"
Bobby blinked a few times, his head back and mouth slightly parted.
"F*ck..."
Octavian
"God, yes..."
Octavian watched Bobby's face, licking slightly across his parted lips.
Bobby
"F*ccckkkkk..."
Bobby panted and clenched again, almost about to come.
Octavian
Octavian took Bobby's nipplering in his mouth and tugged slightly, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
BObby
"F*CK!"
Bobby threw his head back again and came. Hard.
Octavian
Octavian moaned, and quickly followed Bobby into orgasm.
He nuzzled Bobby's shoulder slightly, tasting the sweatdrenched skin.
Bobby
Bobby kissed the top of Octavian's head.
"Well... that was fantastic."
He grinned slightly.
"And hey, just in term for my 5am surf... although, I am tired now."
Octavian
"Yes, I must admit to being rather exhausted now," Octavian said, rolling off Bobby.
He yawned.
Bobby
Seeing Octavian yawn made Bobby yawn.
So contagious.
He checked his watch.
"However, I'm still gonna go for a surf."
He smiled and kissed Octavian again softly.
Octavian
"You go do that," Octavian said, rousing enought to kiss Bobby back.
"I think I might sleep...before Storm comes."
BObby
"I'll tell her we're warn out from sex. And I'll give details."
Bobby reached for his wetsuit and put it on slowly, then left the tent, with a final ass wiggle at Octavian.
Octavian
"Fantastic idea," Octavian agreed sleepily.
He shrugged back into his pajamas, then quickly fell into an exhausted sleep.