Re: [Capital University: Misha & Damian]
Misha was tired, and he hadn't slept well, but the mauve circles 'neath his eyes were pretty much always there, and that wasn't nothing new. He clutched Damian's hips tight and without refraining from leaving fingermarks on dark and wet skin. He even tugged the boy closer some, and that was after Damian had plucked at bats over dick.
He looked down at wet fingers and the mark left on cotton, and he glanced on back up at the boy. Well, down. He still had to look down, but he raised his gaze from wet pants and to pretty face. "Are you asking on account of wanting the pants, or do you want to see me walking home without them?" he asked, knowing full well Damian wouldn't want him walking home in the boy's boxer briefs he was wearing and plenty visible at waistband. Then, he took to pretending he was thinking and real hard. He even hummed some, hands back on Damian's hips and pale blue eyes squinting in pretend-thought. "If I win, you walk 'round the homestead naked for me, and for a full day. Morning 'til night," he said, and he knew plenty well he could get that without winning a thing.
Deals made, he kissed Damian's cheek, and real sweet, and he took his bag and went to change. He left the boy there, on the edge of the pool, and reckoned it was most dramatic and showed his ass off best, walking away like that while being looked after.
It took him a few minutes to find a locker, tuck his bag in, and change into secondhand trunks that were stiff some and smelling of chlorine, not having been washed since they were last used.
He walked back on out, barefoot and toes painted real bright and canary yellow, and he looked for the other boy.