Robb Flannigan will falcon punch you. (mr_grr) wrote in feinted, @ 2012-02-27 15:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | duck-lee, robb-flannigan |
Backdated to Feb. 15th!
WHO: Duck and Robb.
WHEN: Feb. 15th, evening.
WHERE: Hufflepuff 7th year boy’s dorm.
WHAT: Lovesick Duck corners Robb.
RATING&STATUS: PG-13 and complete.
Having made his declaration of war to Lisa, Duck was going about his pursuit of Robb with a stubborn single-mindedness not usually seen in the laid-back boy. He’d bombarded Robb with gifts, mostly of food, although the Valentine’s Day ones had been a little different (he was glad he’d been able to change the t-shirt order in time), and hunted out places where he could stare adoringly at the object of his affection. However, now he’d had enough of staring. Now it was time for action. Duck was determined not to lose to Lisa. What did she have that he didn’t? Well, aside from the physical differences. But that didn’t matter, HE was the one for Robb, it was their destiny to be together. So, having made a good observation of the movements of Robb and his dormmates, Duck snuck into the 7th year boy’s dorm one time when he knew the others would be out for a while and Robb would soon be coming back. Finding Robb’s bed, Duck hopped on and pulled the curtain across to hide him from view so that Robb would have to come to the bed before he saw him. Sticking a long stemmed rose between his teeth, he reclined on the bed and waited. It had been one long, stupid, sappy sort of a day. Lisa was... Not around. Didn’t care about him too much, anymore, apparently. He didn’t know. All Robb knew was that he felt like someone was watching him and it was making him frustratingly paranoid and pissing him the fuck off. Which meant he was in a horrid mood by the time he came back to the dorms, and luckily, no one seemed to be around to be subjected to it. After seven years with him, there had been some sort of mutual understanding in the Hufflepuff dorms as far as Robb was concerned, and they all complied to give him the bed furthest down and away from the others. It afforded him some fucking privacy, and spared them from his moods. Uncaring about where it landed, Robb tossed his sweater off somewhere, with every intention to just collapse in bed and detach from all the insanity that was the week so far. Detach from the fact Lisa was apparently dosed with some love potion and had feelings for someone else. Detach from the fact that maybe she would realize whoever the fuck she had fallen for was better - even if she had said she loved him. That caused a whole new surge of thoughts to flood his mind, most of which seemed to end with the idea of her leaving him when he couldn’t say it back. She would leave eventually and it would be his fault. How long could he drag his feet? How long could he disappoint her. How long could he really expect her to put up with him, anyway? His own parents wouldn’t even-- “What the fuck.” He’d pulled the curtains back, and actually jumped when Duck came into view, rose in mouth and the entire situation was probably one of the most uncomfortable moments of Robb’s life. So instead of focusing on the fact that Duck was in his bed, Robb just settled on his customary scowl and focused on how annoying the rose was in Duck’s mouth. Roses were annoying. Fuck roses. “Duck,” and to his credit, Robb managed the sternest tone he could, “Get the hell out of my bed. Right the fuck now.” Duck removed the rose from his lips, with some relief as rose stems didn’t actually taste very pleasant and, rather quickly, tossed it away. From the expression on Robb’s face as he looked at the rose, Duck guessed he didn’t like the touch. Oh well, live and learn. He wanted to please Robb after all. However, obeying the order to move was not quite on the agenda. Duck did sit up though. “I will... but not until you’ve heard what I have to say,” he said earnestly, twisting his hands into the bed clothes to prevent being bodily removed. It was extremely hard not to just bounce up and kiss Robb, and even as he spoke, Duck’s eyes were focusing on the other boy’s lips. Oh God no. Robb did not want to hear--Maybe, maybe some part wanted to but mostly--No. Fuck no. Fuck this. “No. I don’t want to know. It can’t be anything that’s fucking good for anyone.” What was he even saying? How much did he hate this school right now? How much did he hate just about everything right now? Robb couldn’t even put it into words if he was asked, and though he did it with some large sense of hesitation, he reached out in an attempt to extricate Duck from the bedsheets that would probably look ridiculous from the outside in. He was leaning over, but purposely not leaning over all the way, trying to do something that required close proximity while trying to maintain as little fucking proximity as possible, and all the while trying to curb the growing Duck saw Robb’s actions as something completely different of course. To him, Robb was actually interested in what he was going to say despite his words and consequently a huge smile curved his lips. The happiness bubbled up and combined with the effects of the love potion loosened his restraint. “I LOVE YOU!” he declared dramatically, the words spilling out. “I love everything about you, even when you yell at me, I love you, and I can’t stop how I feel, if I try I feel like I’m going to burst and I just can’t describe how much I love you and I want to show you in every way,” there was a heavy emphasis on ‘every’ with a look that spoke volumes about what thoughts were running through Duck’s mind. As Robb came closer, Duck’s breath caught and any last elements of restraint vanished completely. Duck let go of the covers and flung his arms around Robb’s neck, his lips zooming in on the other boy’s to give him a passionate kiss. O...kay. Robb knew what was going on, rationally. Duck had been dosed with that stupid fucking love potion that was going around. It was like the flu. Only a lot worse. A lot fucking worse. The words, all the words, everything Duck said meant absolutely nothing to Robb. They weren’t true, and even so, Robb didn’t really want Duck’s love in any capacity. But the kiss -- Robb actually froze, too shocked and horrified and flustered to do anything but sit there like a sturdy board while Duck’s lips basically crashed against his. It was a passionate kiss. Or... as passionate as a one-sided kiss could be, anyway. Yeah, one-sided. Absolutely... one-sided. Holy fucking shit, he was kissing back. It happened too quickly for Robb to really fathom it; automatic after the shock passed. It was brief, but definitely unmistakable. Robb didn’t even really feel the kiss, and that only thing that made him aware of it at all was the sudden panic and impending freak out that was building up. Robb practically jumped away from Duck then, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and managing the most disgusted look he could manage, which... mixed with a weird sense of horror was probably at least effective enough to be believable. “Get the fuck out. Right. Now.” Despite all his swearing and general anger, Robb rarely sounded half as dangerous as he did right then. For a moment Duck was blissful. Robb was responding! Fireworks seemed to be going off in his head and in those precious seconds, a rosy image of their future tumbled through his mind. Only to be rudely interrupted by Robb disengaging from the kiss so abruptly that Duck fell back on the bed. At first he was confused. Why was Robb stopping when he’d been responding? But then Duck saw the look of disgust and Robb wiping his mouth, and his heart sank. Shame flooded through the boy, making his cheeks flush. He’d never felt shamed for liking boys before now. He’d always been able to shrug off any taunts or expressions of disgust, but seeing that look on Robb’s face just made Duck want to curl up and die. The harsh order to leave was the icing on a bitter cake and Duck’s eyes stung with tears, blurring his vision. Without speaking, he leapt up and fled - stumbling past Robb and briefly crashing into the door before fumbling with the handle to wrench it open so he could escape. The last audible sound Robb would hear as Duck left the dorm room was a loud sob as Duck’s heartbreak made itself known. |