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terrynboot (terrynboot) wrote in ultrarpg,
@ 2008-08-30 08:41:00

Who: Terry Boot and James Montague, with appearance of Coach K
When: Saturday evening, after practise
Where: James' flat
What: Terry and Coach K talk about James...
Rating: Nc-17
Status: Complete

The past week had been a mess. Terry had tried more than anything to be patient and loving when James was sick. Actually, he had pretty much succeeded. Then he had went to tell off the Coach and that was when things got awkward. How was Terry to know that the Coach also liked Disney? Or that he would think Terry's lack of caring for football meant he just needed to be educated? He could hardly do anything when the Coach took to ruffling his hair and Terry had found himself inviting the man over for dinner. A couple times, actually.

Unfortunately, it seemed James didn't like it. Terry could tell as much. So he usually tried to meet the Coach elsewhere, but tonight... Well, it wasn't his fault that Terry had come out of the shower, waiting for James to come home, and only found a knock on the door. Always the gracious host, he had invited the Coach in and decided to tell him tales of when James was in school. Excluding the magic, of course.

"So then it came up that he hadn't gone missing again, he had just gotten so drunk he couldn't make it back to school." Terry smiled, running a hand through his hair.

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terrynboot
2008-08-30 08:10 am UTC (link)

If Terry had any idea just how badly his friendship with the Coach was getting to James, he would have stopped talking to the man a while ago. He knew James didn't like it, but... To react like a child by slamming the door? That was embarrassing. The Coach had stood up, looking like he had a thing to say to James and Terry had to smile, quickly standing up as well. "I'm sorry, but... I need to speak with Lucy. Maybe we can talk another time. I'm sorry." He found himself practically pushing the angry man out of the flat and locking the door behind him. Lucy definitely had some explaining to do.

"What the bloody hell was that about?" Terry had made his way to the bedroom, opening the door and giving James a confused look. "What if you hurt Karl's feelings? We were about to watch Peter Pan, you know."

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montaluca
2008-08-30 08:23 am UTC (link)

James had really tried to calm down, but Terry came in all too soon and his hands were still shacking with suppressed anger. He wanted to kick something and smash everything breakable he could find that very moment. Not turning around James walked over to the window and blankly looked outside, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag, hoping that would at least somehow calm him. It didn't. Exhaling the smoke through his nose he snorted, still not turning around to face Terry.

"Oh no, I might've hurt poor Karl's feelings! Bad James. I am going to stand in a corner for the rest of the night now and think about what I've done. But oh no, wait. First I'll kick myself out of my own flat so you can watch fucking Peter Pan with fucking Karl. But don't worry, I'm sure I'll find a streetcorner where I can stand and think about my bad deeds." Had the situation been any different James might've flinched at how bitter and venomous his own voice sounded, but right now he didn't care. He was bitter and felt like poisoning someone after all.

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terrynboot
2008-08-30 08:29 am UTC (link)

Ouch. Terry had to bite down on his bottom lip. Just from the tone of James' voice he felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. With each word James said it felt like the knife was being turned and the next thing he knew, he was fighting back both anger and tears. What had he done to deserve this now?

"What is wrong with you?" The words left in an exhaled breath. "If you want, I'll leave. Karl and I can watch Peter Pan at my flat. I'm not sure if Orla is there right now, but she won't mind. If you don't want me around then tell me. I'll leave you alone."

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montaluca
2008-08-30 08:43 am UTC (link)

Turning around James finally looked at Terry, eyes hard and not giving away anything. Taking another drag from his cigarette a humourless laugh escaped his lips.

"Oh, I have an even better idea! Why don't you move in with Karl? I am sure that'd make both of you so happy! They lived happily every after, just like in a Disney movie. How very perfect."

All of this was making his head hurt and James only wanted to curl up under the covers and find that everything was like it once was when he woke up again. No stupid Coach K practically living in their flat and embarrassing James during practice. Well, not more than usual.

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terrynboot
2008-08-30 08:50 am UTC (link)

"What?" Terry's question came out more like a hurt squeak. Bugger, he was feeling more hurt than angry. He crossed his arms over his chest, worrying at his bottom lip. "You're not making any sense, Lucy."

Terry moved over to where James was standing, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and hugging him. "Love, tell me what's wrong. Please? I just wanted to make the Coach nicer to you so you didn't get sick again."

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	montaluca 2008-08-30 09:11 am UTC (link)
	James didn't return the hug or acknowledge it in any way other than tensing and moving away from Terry. "Yeah, a lot of good that did me," James mumbled, lightly pushing Terry away and turning his back on him once more. After taking a last drag he opened the window, carelessly flickering the butt of the cigarette out. "Just go and watch your stupid movie." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

terrynboot
2008-08-30 09:18 am UTC (link)

When James pushed him away Terry let himself go limp, his head leaning forward so he hair formed a type of curtain around he face, hiding the tears.

"I don't want to watch it now. Remember what happened last time we fought? You said you'd talk to me if something was wrong. Well? Talk to me!" Bloody James, making him feel like a girl. He wiped his face, looking up pleadingly.

"James, please. Tell me what I did wrong."

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montaluca
2008-08-30 09:33 am UTC (link)

In any other situation Terry's tears would've hurt so much and James would have rushed over, doing anything to make it better. Not now, though. He was too angry, too frustrated to bring himself to care.

"You don't even know what you did wrong? Fuck, that's hilarious." Another hollow and humourless laugh. He hated the sound of it, hurting in his own ears.

"Fine, let me give you a few clues. By now you are spending more time with Coach than with me. My fucking boss is your fucking best friend! You're fucking telling him stories about me and he has taken to call me Lucy in front of the guys. Wonder where he got that one from, huh? I'm working my arse off but he still won't let me play next Sunday because I might get sick again and the two of you wouldn't want that, right? Poor Lucy. I've turned into a fucking Disney princess! Then again, no I am not the princess, I am the Disney courier! Oh and I really, really appreciate you showing him fucking baby pictures of me so he can comment on how I've been such a nice baby but turned into such a fucked up adult!"

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terrynboot
2008-08-30 09:39 am UTC (link)

"What?" He hadn't meant to do that. None of it. Terry bit down on his lip, trying to not cry again. He was acting like a stupid baby. "I'm sorry, James. I really am. I'll talk to him, tell him he can't call you that. And I'll tell him to let you play in the game. I know how much that means to you. It was just the practices that were making you sick. I swear, I'll make it up to you."

He swatted at his face again, trying to get the tears to go away. "I'm really sorry, love."

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montaluca
2008-08-30 10:05 am UTC (link)

"Right, if you get the chance in between all your cosy little Disney sessions tell him to stop making comments about my childhood during practice as well, will you? Not to mention that printing a poster of a baby picture of mine isn't a good idea and that my private life is none of his business. Maybe you could also briefly mention that I am not your personal connection to you and that he should fucking call you if he wants something and not hand me stupid notes." James lit another cigarette, the nicotine not calming him in the slightest. But god, now he felt so torn. He didn't want Terry to cry and to feel bad because he wanted to help him, but this was...fucked up. He was still frustrated because he had missed practice for almost a week and because of how the Coach treated him now. And he was still angry that his boyfriend spent more time with his boss and declared nemesis.

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terrynboot
2008-08-30 10:16 am UTC (link)

Terry made some mental notes in his head, nodding as James spoke. "I'll stop speaking to him, if you want. I mean, he's the one pursuing the friendship. His football friends aren't exactly the type to watch Disney with him, you know? And I'll definitely be telling him off for using personal information about you during practices. I'll let him know that he's not allowed to call you Lucy and... and I'll just stop talking about you with him."

He didn't want James to be upset with him. Coach K was not worth it. Nobody was really worth it.

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montaluca
2008-08-30 10:21 am UTC (link)

James ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. This was even more exhausting than doing extra rounds around the field. A lot more exhausting.

"I don't want you to stop speaking to him, it'd just be really great if he wouldn't come in when I shower after practice only to ask me if you know that a new Tinkerbell movie or something is coming out." There were definitely better things that could happen during a shower.

"For fucks sake Terry, he's my boss. What the fuck were you thinking telling him all these things about me?"

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terrynboot
2008-08-30 10:28 am UTC (link)

"Um..." Terry smiled, blushing a little. "That you were really cute in school and everybody should know how brilliant you are." Okay, now he was blushing a lot. Because really, that was all he had been thinking when telling the Coach those stories. To illustrate how awesome James was.

"Besides, I hadn't even got to the really embarrassing stories yet. That was supposed to be next week." Terry wiped the last of his tears away, moving to sit on the bed. "Forgive me?"

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montaluca
2008-08-30 10:40 am UTC (link)

"I wasn't cute nor brilliant," James sighed, leaning his forehead against the window. The glass was cool against his skin and he closed his eyes.

"Besides, stories about how I got wasted more times then I can count at school and about how I fell down the fucking stairs and how I got this ridiculous haircut when I was 13 are not there to be told to strangers, much less my boss." He mumbled.

"Yeah, course you are forgiven."

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terrynboot
2008-08-30 10:44 am UTC (link)

"I can't help it. He asked about you when you were in school so I thought of the cutest moments with you. I liked the funny haircut, you know. And you were really funny when drunk." Like a puppy, Terry was up and hugging James, glad he was forgiven. "Now, want me to tell the Coach off now or later? I mean, I can wait."

Terry arched his eyebrows suggestively, glancing towards the bed. Okay, maybe he was feeling a little ornery at the moment. His lips rested on James' pulse, licking at the skin and nibbling before pulling back. Looking entirely too innocent, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

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montaluca
2008-08-30 10:50 am UTC (link)

"The cutest moment with me back at school was when I was falling down the stairs after a party in the fucking Gryffindor common room?" James raised an eyebrow at that. In his book that had been one of his less glorious moments.

"Whenever you want," James then replied, briefly returning the hug but ignoring everything else.

"Actually I'm pretty tired, so I'll just have a shower and go to bed. You can go and watch your movie, if you want."

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terrynboot
2008-08-30 10:56 am UTC (link)

"One of them, yes. Mainly it was your face when you got up, trying to act like nothing happened." Terry pouted, refusing to move off the bed. What did he have to do to get Lucy to stop being mad at him?

"I told you, I don't want to watch my movie." He worried at his lip for a moment. "Want me to help you wash in the shower?" He gave another halfway innocent grin.

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	montaluca 2008-08-30 11:04 am UTC (link)
	"Nah, I'll manage." James briefly kissed Terry before moving towards the door to the bathroom. "Well just play with Bob then or read one of the new comics you like so much. I'm sure you'll find something to entertain you," He smiled over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

terrynboot
2008-08-30 11:14 am UTC (link)

Stupid James. It would figure he would be too oblivious or mad to pay proper attention to Terry when he needed it. Fine. He wanted Terry to entertain himself then he would. A mischievous smile rising to his lips, Terry started to get undressed when James went to take his shower. He spread himself out on the bed and sighed, enjoying the feel of the comforter against his skin.

Closing his eyes, Terry used his imagination in the best possible way. Bringing up images of James naked and moaning, making him hard. Terry's hand drifted down to his cock, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin as he remembered James was naked in the other room. He brought forth a mental picture, his chest rising as he breathed heavily, thinking of how James looked under the shower water. Terry wrapped his hand around his members, his thumb circling the head and he moaned. It had been a while since he did this to himself. As he wanked he brought forth various images of Lucy naked, furthering his arousal.

He never heard the shower turn off or the door open again, he was too lost in his own fantasy. His body was flushed, his lips parted, as his hand glided over his erection. Well, he was entertaining himself at least.

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montaluca
2008-08-30 11:39 am UTC (link)

James sighed when the warm water relaxed his muscles. Closing his eyes he just stood there and enjoyed it for a few minutes before heaving a sigh and opening his eyes again. Fuck this all, today had been a really bad day. He could only hope that tomorrow would be better.

A few minutes later he turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying his hair. Deciding that he'd have some hot chocolate before going to bed he wrapped the towel around his waist before leaving the bathroom. As soon as he had opened the door James stopped dead on his tracks, resisting the urge to turn around right away and take a cold shower. After simply staring at Terry on the bed for a few seconds and biting his bottom lip a sly smirk crossed his face. Challenging a Slytherin was never a wise thing, Terry would have to learn that. Clearing his throat he stepped into the room, averting his eyes and telling his own body to behave. After putting on boxers and a shirt he left the room again as if nothing special was happening and went to the kitchen. Damn Terry, he couldn't deny that this was DEFINITELY affecting him, but he wouldn't give in that easily.

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terrynboot
2008-08-30 11:49 am UTC (link)

Terry had never really noticed James even entered the room, let alone left it again. If he had known he would have stopped what he was doing and screamed at his boyfriend. Probably thrown quite a fit.

As it was, he simply let himself continue on, his own hand bringing him close to release. Because really, if James was not going to be nice to him then why should he wait for him? Oh bloody hell, thoughts of what he would like to do to James was going through his mind. He felt a coil of pleasure in his stomach release and he moaned, opening his eyes only when he felt the cum all over his hand. He carefully licked the mess up and curled up on the bed.

"Oi, James, if you're done with your shower can you get me something to drink out of the fridge?"

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montaluca
2008-08-30 11:53 am UTC (link)

James had thrown the thought of hot chocolate entirely overboard and had instead gulped down some chocolate milk from the fridge. Cool drink, almost as good as a cold shower. He forcefully kept his thoughts from wandering, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold back otherwise and jump Terry. As it was he tried to collect his thoughts and cleared his thought when he heard Terry's voice.

"Yeah, sure." He called back, getting a can of coke from the fridge before leisurely walking back to the bedroom.

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terrynboot
2008-08-30 12:01 pm UTC (link)

When James came back to the bedroom, Terry was still splayed out on the bed, his eyes shut. "Good shower? It took you long enough." He smiled innocently and sat up, looking at his boyfriend. He put a hand out for his can of coke. Mmmm, delicious caffeinated drinks.

"Now will you come to bed? I want to cuddle." If James had wanted any sex it was too late for that. He missed his fun. "Or you can get Spongebob from the other room and I'll cuddle with him, I giess."

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	montaluca 2008-08-30 12:05 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes, good shower. Very relaxing." James handed Terry the coke before sitting down on the bed and making himself comfortable. He shifted and squirmed a bit before he was finally satisfied. Yawning demonstratively he blinked at Terry. "Wha'? Can't you get Bob yourself? I'm really tired, love." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	terrynboot 2008-08-30 12:11 pm UTC (link)
	So that was how it was? "Fine. If you need me I'll be on the couch." Pouting, Terry stood up and grabbed his clothes. When he left the room he made sure to slam the door, mimicking James' earlier frustration. Stupid, bloody James. Terry put his boxers back on and moved to sit on the couch, pulling Spongebob into his arms. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)