Brandon Sharpe (snapcrackleboom) wrote in mutatismutandis, @ 2013-09-21 19:30:00 |
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Log: Surprises all round
Characters: Brandon & Billy
NPCs: n/a
Location: Xavier's, their room
Timeline: 21st September 2013, during Homecoming
Description: A discussion about the MRA letter takes a surprising turn
Rating: R (Hints at smexxy times)
"Seriously," Brandon muttered with a dark expression as he regarded Billy. "Give me that letter." He wiggled his fingers, clearly impatient and shooting his not but totally was boyfriend a look as if to say 'just give me the letter already so I can destroy it'. It was all bullshit anyways, especially after the first one and now this. One thousand dollars, like any teenager who hadn't been born into money or had made money at a young age could afford the extortionate amount the government were asking for.
Brandon was starting to suspect that they were just looking for new ways of funding their own wallets.
"Fucking assholes," he said as he reached for the letter.
Billy was still holding his letter in his hands, re-reading over it. "What I don't get," he said finally, lifting his eyes and meeting the impatient glare that was being shot his way with a frown creased between his eyebrows, "Is they're saying that this is our final warning, but then that we might get a higher fine and might face jail time. So… are we going to jail or not? It's like a parent counting to three and then doing two and a half, two and three quarters, you know?"
He bit his lower lip, "Destroying the letter," he pointed out, pulling his slightly out of Brandon's reach, "Won't change the fact that we're totally and utterly screwed."
Brandon rolled his eyes and pushed a frustrated breath out of his chest. "So?" His fingertips crackled with electricity and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "It's not like you can afford that fine so regardless of what happens it's going to be jail time."
And then he snapped his fingertips, electricity jumping and curling around Billy's form the same way a snake did a person, but the only difference? The electricity didn't touch the other boy's form and instead sought the letter.
"But we do have another option."
"Don't do that," Billy growled as he dropped the letter out of habit. He knew Brandon would never hurt him with his electricity, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable for him having it ripple around him. He supposed it said something about their relationship that he didn't automatically put up a forcefield to protect himself or to stop it.
He shrugged his shoulders, the heat from the electricity having started to make the pages curl inwards a little. He stomped on the paper before it caught fire on the floor of their shared dorm. "Yeah, I know. Running, right? But where do we go? It's not like we- it's not like we've got a vast amount of wealth we can-" He rubbed the back of his neck and then sat on the edge of his bed, palms on his knees.
"Even if I paid the fine, it's register or jail. Or, I guess, living like fugitives on the run. Which doesn't sound all that fun, to be honest."
"Not if you know somebody like Julian Keller," Brandon pointed out as he glanced over his shoulder at his computer. "See much like you and I, my friend, Julian, isn't going to register and he's already got the hell out of here."
He tapped his fingers against his mouth and bit his lower lip. "He said the door's always open so you and I could feasibly make a break for it with him or even join up with him wherever he ends up. I can't imagine Julian living in squalor. I mean, its Julian." Like that explained everything
"Wasn't Julian the reason you ended up under house arrest, technically?" Billy asked with an arched eyebrow. "You'll end up in the back of some high class strip club," he rolled his eyes. He'd never really spoken to Julian. Didn't like the bad influence he was on Brandon and had a feeling that Julian didn't like the good - or slightly good? - influence Billy was. But then he supposed they'd have to meet in the middle.
He rubbed the back of his neck again, ignoring the surge and twist in his chest that came from Brandon quite casually throwing out that they could make a break for it - them, as a 'you and I', in one easy breath. He really had no idea, did he. He wet his lower lip.
"You really think we could survive on the run?"
Brandon rolled his eyes and rolled his wrist as he waved the remark off. "Details, Billy, details." That night, however, had been a lot of fun up until the point his Parole Officer had turned up. The same Officer Brandon had to admit he was getting sort of attached to. Ugh, best not to think about that too long.
"Don't see why not," he said as he folded his arms across his chest. "I mean it's not like we're registering so it's either running or we sit pretty in some jail cell somewhere. I dunno about you but I don't much feel like being on house arrest again."
Billy pursed his lips and then flopped backwards onto the bed, wriggling up it a little so he was lying on it properly, converse-clad feet dangling off the edge. He lifted his arms to cover his eyes which lifted the t-shirt he was wearing, exposing a flash of skin between the lifted hem of his shirt and the waistband of his jeans.
"We'll just be under a different kind of house arrest. I don't wanna register, but- I don't know, I- it's weird, you know? Thinking that we'll end up jail. Man, I cannot go to jail," he added, pulling his arms off his face to look up at Brandon, leaning on his elbows. The movement had ruffled his hair. "There's no way I can go to jail."
Brandon watched Billy's somewhat dramatic flop onto the bed before he proceeded to wiggle onto it, eyebrow arching as he proceeded to drape his arms over his eyes. And then there was the smallest slither of skin, the same slither Brandon honed in on, but he soon snapped back to focus.
Registration woes, Brandon, registration woes.
"No," he agreed with a nod of his head and an answering smirk. "I don't think you'd do very well."
"I'd get eaten alive, especially without my powers." Billy shook his head, "Though I guess other mutants couldn't be as bad as being stuck in some kind of maximum security thing with men who have facial tattoos and bi- um, stuff." He shifted a little, pushed his fingers through his hair and then dropped his arm back to support himself on the bed.
He sighed again, "You really gonna leave?"
"I think it's the guards you should be worried about," Brandon muttered. "From the sounds of things they're real dicks." He brushed some imaginary lint off his sleeve then turned his attention back to Billy. "I'm not going to sit around and let them come and arrest me. Besides I'd probably end up doing something you know we'd both regret."
"And you didn't imagine this plan happening without me?" Billy asked, sitting up a little straighter, reaching out and hooking his fingers in the belt loops of Brandon's jeans to pull him closer. "You said 'you and I', without having asked me first. We haven't even talked about running away." His lips were curled up into a small smile, warmed, despite the severity of their conversation.
Brandon merely snorted as Billy latched his fingers in his belt loops and tugged him closer. "Dude, it's not that big of a deal. Like I'm going to leave you on your own." And whilst the words were light and teasing there was also another element to them, the element of concern. Probably because Brandon had been the one to pick a very bloody Billy up off the ground and carry him to the infirmary.
Nevertheless he pushed his fingers into Billy's hair and ducked at the waist, covering his mouth with his in a slow lingering kiss, the sort of kiss that could in the right instances make your toes curl.
Billy muttered something against Brandon's lips but it was lost into the kiss as the taller teen leaned down and effectively silenced Billy with his lips and the push of fingers through his hair. He lifted his hands (which meant he was holding himself up pretty much just with his stomach and back muscles which was hard) and threaded one through Brandon's hair, the other curling against his shoulder.
He pushed up into the kiss, breaking it to breathe and mutter, "Admit it, you'd miss me if you left me here," before he leaned up again, capturing Brandon's lips in another kiss before the teen could retort. Honestly? Billy was a little worried the answer would be 'no, I wouldn't'. Even now
Brandon had been mid eye roll when Billy kissed him and he snorted a little, sliding a denim clad knee onto the bed and between Billy's thighs as Brandon got a little closer and made himself more comfortable on the bed.
"You are such a dork," he murmured as his lips slipped away which allowed for his mouth to trace Billy's ear, teeth catching on the edge of it.
"'s as good as a 'yes'," Billy replied, though his breath audibly hitched when there was a press of teeth against his skin and his eyelids fluttered a bit. His fingers flexed in Brandon's hair, tugging lightly on the strands as his head just sort of tipped to the side in silent permission for Brandon to keep doing whatever it was he was doing. His thighs even parted a little as Brandon came to straddle him (or effectively straddle him, straddle one thigh- shut up, okay? Billy was having a hard time thinking straight). He chuckled at his own mental pun on his sexuality before his other hands slipped to Brandon's waist and then to the bed where he used it to prop himself up.
And Brandon being Brandon took the parting of the thighs as an invitation to make himself even more comfortable, even going so far as to press his other knee into the bed so he was most definitely straddling that one thigh.
"Whatever, man," Brandon drawled against Billy's skin as his mouth mapped and traced the length of the other boy's neck, teeth pausing at the precise spot where neck met shoulder. "Think whatever you want."
He ran his hand from Billy's hair to the front of his chest, using the width of his palm to effectively push Billy onto his back until sure enough Brandon was straddling him; slow, languid and like there was no rush.
Nerves had been a big part of why Brandon hadn't pushed for anything more than the occasional sweaty and totally hot makeout session. Well, that and he was trying to be good. But truth be told the waiting was starting to burrow under his skin, making him feel twitchy. Add in all the MRA crap and Brandon was quite literally a powder keg, blue eyes dark and scar seemingly more vivid in the light cutting through the nearby blinds. This might be just another makeout session, but Brandon wasn't going into this with the idea of bailing if it had the potential to lead somewhere else.
He leaned down, resting his weight on his palms before stealing a kiss as hands soon set to work on removing Billy's t-shirt. The more skin he had the more canvas he had to play with.
Billy let out a little sound when he was pushed back but wasn't about to complain as he went along with the movement, returning the kiss as it was given until Brandon pulled away. He looked confused for a couple of seconds before suddenly there were hands against the skin of his hips, pushing the shirt up a little and his breath caught as he just looked up at Brandon, eyes wide and a flush high on his cheeks, stunned for a couple of seconds because Brandon just looked… incredible.
This was a scenario Billy had thought about a lot, and there were nerves curling in the pit of his stomach he wanted- God, he wanted. He wanted to do this and he wanted this to happen and the intensity of how much he actually wanted this to happen surprised him. Scared him a little. It struck him that maybe he was ready.
He shivered with the touch of fingertips against his skin as his shirt was pushed up. "This coming off?" he asked, breath hitching again as Brandon's fingers moved up over the curve of his ribs and brushed over one of the few scars that were left on his body after the attack. "I'll need to move and-"
He pushed himself up to let Brandon take the shirt off and pull it off over his head, ruffling his hair up even more.
Brandon smirked and tossed Billy's shirt aside before he reached for his own, pulling it off with one smooth fluid movement until he ducked down, capturing Billy's mouth in another kiss. Not that he lingered very long, not when his lips had other places to be. Places like skirting Billy's collarbone before dipping down to smooth a trail of slow purposeful kisses on Billy's chest, hand sliding down with blunt nails scraping over skin until Brandon's teeth bit down on a slightly exposed hipbone.
At this point he flicked a look upwards and offered what looked to be a coy smile but it was anything but, weight settling back on his haunches as Brandon's fingers went to work on the belt securing the jeans to Billy's narrow hips.
He was very much of the mind that more skin was good and this was most definitely no time for thinking and if anything it was the time for seizing the opportunity.
Hell, they'd already waited long enough.