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Fisher Majors (hearitbleed) wrote in halcyon_houses,
@ 2008-12-21 21:55:00

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fisher, james

Week 22- Sunday
Who: James and Fisher
What: Movie time!
Where: Fisher's Room
Why: Fuck Tuesday!

Fisher stood in front of the full length mirror that hung on his closet door, trying to decide if he liked or hated how his new clothes made him look. He'd gone shopping with Ita yesterday, and she'd picked out some things that (she said) looked nice on him. But he wasn't sure. He hadn't worn anything not-gothy in over ten years, so this was a pretty big change.

"I feel like a fag," he told himself, in complete sincerity. Fisher was never really one to be PC. Still, the colors were a nice change on the eyes. "But I think I need a haircut," he mused. "Stringy, messy goth hair is not good with Express for Men. The Queer Eye guys would shoot me down."

As he twirled a few times, observing all angles, there was a sharp knock on the door. He figured it was Ita (who else could it be?), and thought she'd appreciate that he was wearing the clothes she'd picked out. When he opened the door, though, there was not a perky blonde standing there. "Uh-" he said, his voice strangled. Well shit.

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jamesownsit
2008-12-21 09:22 pm UTC (link)

James was bored as fuck. There really was nothing to do around this place especially now that everyone was starting to depart for break. He had been thinking that maybe he should just go somewhere too, get the hell out of here, but the thought of going to New York, and really, where else would he go, depressed the hell out of him. So here he would stay for the next little while, but this boredom had to go.

After much debate, or at least a little debate, he decided to gather up the shit that he had planned to take the Fisher's with him on Tuesday, and crammed it all into a bag. He started out the door, but then he paused, turning on his heel to look in the mirror with a bit of a smirk forming upon his lips. Wouldn't that be amusing? He placed the bag down and head towards his closet. There had to be something in there that would work. It wouldn't be the first time he had dressed this way, after all.

About half an hour later, he was knocking on Fisher's door attired in a pair of skinny hipster jeans, dark wash, that showed off his hip bones and a tight black shirt that was thin enough to nearly see through. His hair was tousled like it normally was, with the usual amount of product applied, black military issue combat boots on his feet, and, to top the whole look off, some eyeliner. He looked good, he had to admit to himself, even if this was not a typical look for him.

He had expected Fisher to be shocked, but he was met with just as much shock as he had intended to create when the door opened and Fisher was standing there looking like some reject from AE. A brow arched sharply for a moment, and then he just laughed. "You look like The Gap threw up on you." He paused for a moment. "Going to invite me in or should I just invite myself?"

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hearitbleed
2008-12-21 09:31 pm UTC (link)

James was right- he did look good. Damn good. So damn good, in fact, that Fisher couldn't find words. He did step aside and let James enter his room, however, his jaw hanging open a little. He closed the door, still staring at James as the boy made himself at home in Fisher's bedroom More aptly, he was staring at James' ass as he walked by. Well how could he not! The pants were tight, the ass was nice. James had it coming.

"Ita picked out my clothes," he said at last, though he couldn't even remember what he was wearing right now. "Wh-what are you... I mean, um, hi. What are you doing here? And why are you... wearing... that?"

Oh yes, he was eloquent.

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jamesownsit
2008-12-21 09:37 pm UTC (link)

"Nice room." James said, his eyes scanning the place as he stepped inside, the bag he was carrying tossed down onto the bed. He could feel the eyes upon him, and he didn't mind it. If he did, he wouldn't have dressed that way. He had anticipated it. Truth be told, he would have been disappointed if he hadn't made the man stutter just a little.

"I was bored, so I decided to say fuck Tuesday." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "Figured you wouldn't be busy." He turned with his back towards the bed, his eyes moving to meet Fisher's own, a bit of a smirk gracing his lips. "What? Don't you like it?"

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hearitbleed
2008-12-21 09:45 pm UTC (link)

"N-no, it's good," he assured James, not that James needed assurance. The look in his eyes said that he knew how good he looked. "I mean, you know, for a fag." Ah, that was better. He'd found his voice again. "And you criticize how I'm dressed? The Gap may have barfed all over me, but at least I don't steal from Gwen Stefani's garage sale." He smirked, enjoying taking a dig at James' pride. Because James knew he was hot, and didn't need a stammering goth boy to tell him so.

"So, couldn't resist me, huh? I bet you were just in your room pining for me, aching to get here before Tuesday." He shrugged. "Well, okay, I guess I can accomodate you, since my legions of male prostitutes have gone home for the day." He winked at James, then burst out laughing.

"So what's in the bag? I assume Titanic and various other awful movies you will subject me to?" He gestured toward his flatscreen TV (with built in DVD player). "Pop it in, let's get the horrorfest over with." Fisher stuffed some clothing that he'd draped over his desk chair back into the closet, then cleaned up a little more clutter that was strewn about. He neglected to take care of the fluffy, enticing bowl of Ita's popcorn that lay on the bedside table.

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jamesownsit
2008-12-21 09:56 pm UTC (link)

If he had meant to deflate his ego, he had certainly done nothing of the sort. In fact, at the quip his smirk simply grew even more. He knew how it worked when it came to guys because he was one, and he knew that it was merely a feeble attempt on Fisher's part to mask his attraction. "It isn't you." He remarked, the last comment he would make on Fisher's attire. And it wasn't, not at all. What he didn't understand was why he wanted to change himself, but he wasn't going to let on that he cared enough to know by coming right out and asking.

"You have no idea, Fisher." James teased him back, and then he rolled his eyes. "So that's who those two guys were in the ripped fish net arm stockings I saw heading out of here. Your legion."

James glanced back at the bag and smirked a little to himself thinking about what exactly was in there. "Something like that." He said, and then he went for it, pulling out the bottles of booze and the cranberry juice that he had brought with him. "Got glasses?" Usually he just drank out of the bottle, but since Fisher was obviously mixing, they probably needed glasses. Meanwhile he grabbed the DVD case and headed over to the TV, putting the movie in the DVD player but not yet switching the source over.

"What were you getting ready to watch?" He asked as he moved back towards the bed, noticing the popcorn, which he promptly palmed a handful of and popped into his mouth.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-21 10:06 pm UTC (link)

Fisher frowned, looking down at his clothes. "I thought it looked okay," he said quietly. But ah, what sis James know? James was a boy, and generally straight guys didn't care what other men wore. Still, James was not unfamiliar with fashion, so maybe... Well, not matter. Fisher took off the sweater and tossed it into his messy closet.

"Those guys? Nah, those fishnet wannabes are groupies. I wouldn't fuck them if they paid me. Which, incidentally, they do." He smirked, grabbing a few cups from the top of his bookshelf and placing them on his desk. "They were begging me to be in my next music video. I said no, of course. Let them beg awhile more."

As he poured himself his cocktail, Fisher made a confused face. There shouldn't have been anything in the DVD player. "Watch?" he asked, right before looking up. "I wasn't going to-" And then he saw it. The fluffy, wonderful lustcorn that Ita had made him, that he'd taken some of to test for side effects, was being lifted from the bowl and popped into James' mouth. "Oh!" he cried out, a moment too late. "Oh," he said again, only in defeat. "Um..." What now? Should he tell James? Or not? Naughty Fisher said no, let him have the whole bowl if he wanted it. Smart Fisher was agreeing with naughty Fisher, which wasn't helping any.

"I didn't have a porn in there, did I?" he eventually asked. Maybe he'd tell him later.

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jamesownsit
2008-12-21 10:15 pm UTC (link)

"I didn't say that it looked bad, just that it isn't you." James corrected him. Yes, he knew a little bit about fashion. And what he had on now was more fashionable than what Fisher normally wore, but he looked completely uncomfortable in what he had on and really, as much as Jame preached on fashion, one should never dress in things that made them uncomfortable. It ruined any sort of fashion that was to be had when you looked like you didn't really fit in the clothes that you were wearing.

"Ah, right. Right. So where do you hide the harem, then?" He asked him, and then added as a sort of after thought, "Do they pay well?" Not that he was hurting for money, or that he would even consider it, or that this conversation was even remotely serious in nature. It just seemed like the thing to ask.

"What?" James asked, mouth full of popcorn, looking at Fisher with a confused look upon his face. He glanced over his shoulder towards the TV at the question, and then he smirked a little as he took a seat on the bed. "No, there was nothing in there. I'm going to take my boots off. Pour me one of those, would ya?"