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lb_leeTitle: Good Boys Go To Heaven, Bad Boys Go Everywhere
Prompt: "He"
Thomas couldn’t believe it’d actually worked.
They’d just been sitting around on Raige’s bed, shooting the breeze, talking Mozart and Meat Loaf (Thomas thought he knew a lot about music; then he met Raige) when the topic of kissing had come up. Well, rather, Thomas brought it up, because he could get away with it. Raige had admitted he had yet to start, and Thomas had grinned and said, “Wanna practice?”
It’d been a cheesy line, even by his standards. But Raige had gone pink and stammered for maybe five minutes before saying, “You’re joking, right?”
“You want me to be joking, sure, I’m joking. If not…” he shrugged.
Raige wasn’t looking at him. “I thought you liked girls.”
“I love girls. So?”
That stopped him short for a bit. Then, at a pitch that made his voice crap out halfway through, “I thought I liked girls.”
Thomas shrugged. “Dude. Who doesn’t like girls? Girls are great. So?”
Raige drummed cadences nervously on his knees, then said, in a much quieter voice, “Look. If you’re making fun of me, it’s really not funny.”
“I’m not!” Thomas said, a little hurt. “Jeez, man, I’m your friend, I wouldn’t—”
“Well, I’m not exactly in high demand back at home.” Raige was ducking behind his bangs, apparently fixated on the drum cadences he was still patting out. “I’m a boring geeky guy who’s allergic to magic and can’t sing ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’ without my voice cracking. And you’re… you. So yeah.”
“Dude, first of all, you’re not boring. You know who Chavela Vargas is.”
“Of course I know who Chavela Vargas is! She’s been doing ranchera for over thirty years, how could I not know who she is—”
“Why is Elvis so great?”
“Because he popularized the mix of bluegrass, jazz, and gospel to start the foundation of what would become the pop music of today, though he was totally co-opting—”
“And is rap real music?”
“Of course it’s real music. It’s got more melody than a drum corps, and nobody ever says that’s not music.” He finished his current roll with extra flair as though to illustrate. “Rap just gets looked down on more, so people pretend it’s not music because they think it makes them look better.”
“There, you see, that? That’s not boring. That’s hot. You’re hot.”
The cadences screeched to an abrupt halt.
Thomas shrugged. “Just saying.” He considered taking it back, but hey, if M.D. could handle him hitting on her, so could Raige.
In a tiny voice that broke: “Really?”
“Uh. Yeah. Haven’t you figured it out yet? I have a thing for corrupting virgins.” He crossed his arms behind his head and grinned. “Especially ones who know who Chavela Vargas is.”
Raige gave him a deer-in-headlights look for a few seconds, then hastily ducked his head and went back to drumming on his knees. Well, crap. Maybe Thomas had overdone it and scared the guy running.
“Is that a problem?” Thomas asked.
“I like M.D.” The drum cadences accelerated, then lost their beat, and Raige blurted, “I’m only supposed to like one person at a time!”
Thomas laughed, which made Raige’s expression cloud over, so he hastily added, “No, no, it’s not you. Just… man, no wonder you’re going nuts. I’m not asking for a date to prom or anything, you know. Just fun. We don’t have to get all crazy serious about it. You can keep liking M.D., no big deal. Y’all get together, I’m cool with that, I’ll back off.”
Raige didn’t seem to buy it. “I dunno, it doesn’t sound right…”
“Look, is she dating you?”
“Well, no… she’s not interested.”
“Then don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re betraying her or anything; I mean, I don’t know her that well, but she doesn’t seem like the type to want you pining.”
“I’m not pining!” Raige protested. Then he looked away and admitted, “But no, she wouldn’t.”
Thomas shrugged. “And hey, if you don’t want to, it’s cool, I’ll never bring it up again—”
“No!” Raige seemed as startled at his own vehemence as Thomas was. He twisted his hands in his jeans, as though trying to keep his hands still. “I… kissing would be okay. We can stop whenever, right?”
“Sure,” Thomas said, shoving himself upright. “Like I said, for fun. It stops being fun, no reason to do it, right?”
Raige still looked doubtful, but either Thomas was even more charming than he thought he was, or Raige was more flexible than he acted, because he said, “Okay,” and then, like he didn’t want to lose his nerve, he hastily leaned over and kissed Thomas on the cheek.
Thomas managed to keep from laughing again, but not from grinning. “Dude, I’m not your great-aunt whatshername, it’s okay. C’mon.” Then, because he figured the best way to teach was by example, he leaned in to kiss Raige properly.
God, the guy squeaked when he was kissed, and his skin was warm and when Thomas pulled back to make sure things were fine, he was smiling like sunshine.
“Fun?” Thomas said.
Raige swallowed, and nodded.
“Told you I’m good practmmf.” Apparently Raige had decided that this kissing thing was for him and that he wanted to take a more active hand in it, which Thomas was all for. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, so Thomas moved them to his waist, where they latched onto his belt loops like they were trying to stay still.
“It’s okay,” he murmured against Raige’s skin, “you can touch me, I don’t—”
The hands were up his shirt so fast he jumped, which made Raige freeze.
“Oh,” Thomas said, laughing a little breathlessly. God, why didn’t Raige speak any Spanish, his English was going to go straight to hell… “Hey, I didn’t say stop.”
Raige grinned, and oh yeah, Thomas could get used to seeing him smile like that, this had been a great idea, and those hands were running up his back and—
That’s when it happened. See, Raige was tall, enough that it was actually a little uncomfortable, and Thomas was trying to get him to lean back to make it a little easier, which Raige seemed more than happy to go along with. Except Raige’s hands were occupied, which meant there was only so much leaning he could do without having to plain lie down, which Thomas was also totally fine with, except—
He didn’t get much of a warning, except Raige’s eyes suddenly going wide and his grip suddenly going a lot tighter. Plus a sound that, even with the muffling, sounded a lot like a shriek, which wasn’t what Thomas expected but hey, he was easy—
Then they fell off the bed. And knocked over a stack of junk. At least Raige finished the shriek in proper style before Thomas landed on top of him and knocked the last of it into a wheeze.
They heard a voice through the wall. “I hear crashing and screaming.” Oh god, not M.D. Didn’t she have pregnancies to assist or something? “Do I need to investigate?”
“Raige opened his mouth, and Thomas clapped a hand over it, because he just knew Raige would say, “No!” in that voice that shrieked yes, and that’d bring M.D. down on them faster than you could say ‘cockblock.’
“Sure, we’re having a dick size contest,” Thomas called back. Under his hand, Raige made an indignant, strangled noise. “Wanna join?”
“I’ll pass, thanks.”
“You sure? Because, you know, always room for one more…”
“Yeah, I’m good. Have fun with that.”
“We will!” Thomas said cheerfully, grinning down at Raige and letting go of his mouth. In a much quieter voice, he added in Raige’s ear, “Best part about being a pervert? Everyone assumes you’re joking.”
Raige said nothing. For a moment, Thomas thought it was just the embarrassment of knocking everything over and almost getting caught, till he realized Raige was actually pretty comfortable to be on top of. His hands were still up Thomas’s shirt, running up and down his back, and one of his legs were still hooked up over the mattress, which had kind of knocked his legs apart, and—
“Oh. Liking it, huh?”
Raige had been flushed even before they started; this just made it darker. He cleared his throat twice, but it was no good; between the bashfulness and the arousal, his voice was wrecked. “Well. Yeah. Sorry.”
“Why sorry? In case you didn’t notice…” Thomas shifted a little, and Raige made a strangled noise and rocked up against him, and dang, this had gone from horsing around to almost sex really quickly.
“Hold on—” Raige panted, but he was still moving, “We should—we should talk about this—”
“Uh huh…”
“You want to…?”
“No.” Whether Raige meant to end it with ‘talk’ or ‘stop,’ the answer was the same, because both would’ve meant stopping, and Thomas’s English skills were falling fast.
But Raige had better self-control than he did, and his hands were on Thomas’s hips again, tugging at his belt—and not in the happy fun way, in the ‘please stop,’ way. Thomas groaned but obeyed, though not without cursing a little first.
“Sorry,” Raige said. “Just—sorry.”
“Man, don’t say that,” Thomas said, a little more plaintively than he intended. “Sorry means you did something wrong.”
“Just… I need to think about this. Okay? I didn’t—”
Right. Raige had thought he liked girls; he probably had a nervous breakdown to get to. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Thomas got up with a wince. “You want me to leave you alone for a bit?”
“That’d be nice.”
Thomas knew a brush-off when he heard it. All he could do was take it with grace, so he nodded, and said, “No worries, like I said, just for fun,” and started to head out.
He was halfway out the door when Raige said, “Hey, Thomas?”
Thomas looked up.
Raige was fussing with his hair and not looking at him again. “That was… that was a lot more fun than I thought it’d be.”
“Hey, you decide you like it, you know where to find me.”
Thomas left smiling. He’d be back.
Prompt: "He"
Thomas couldn’t believe it’d actually worked.
They’d just been sitting around on Raige’s bed, shooting the breeze, talking Mozart and Meat Loaf (Thomas thought he knew a lot about music; then he met Raige) when the topic of kissing had come up. Well, rather, Thomas brought it up, because he could get away with it. Raige had admitted he had yet to start, and Thomas had grinned and said, “Wanna practice?”
It’d been a cheesy line, even by his standards. But Raige had gone pink and stammered for maybe five minutes before saying, “You’re joking, right?”
“You want me to be joking, sure, I’m joking. If not…” he shrugged.
Raige wasn’t looking at him. “I thought you liked girls.”
“I love girls. So?”
That stopped him short for a bit. Then, at a pitch that made his voice crap out halfway through, “I thought I liked girls.”
Thomas shrugged. “Dude. Who doesn’t like girls? Girls are great. So?”
Raige drummed cadences nervously on his knees, then said, in a much quieter voice, “Look. If you’re making fun of me, it’s really not funny.”
“I’m not!” Thomas said, a little hurt. “Jeez, man, I’m your friend, I wouldn’t—”
“Well, I’m not exactly in high demand back at home.” Raige was ducking behind his bangs, apparently fixated on the drum cadences he was still patting out. “I’m a boring geeky guy who’s allergic to magic and can’t sing ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’ without my voice cracking. And you’re… you. So yeah.”
“Dude, first of all, you’re not boring. You know who Chavela Vargas is.”
“Of course I know who Chavela Vargas is! She’s been doing ranchera for over thirty years, how could I not know who she is—”
“Why is Elvis so great?”
“Because he popularized the mix of bluegrass, jazz, and gospel to start the foundation of what would become the pop music of today, though he was totally co-opting—”
“And is rap real music?”
“Of course it’s real music. It’s got more melody than a drum corps, and nobody ever says that’s not music.” He finished his current roll with extra flair as though to illustrate. “Rap just gets looked down on more, so people pretend it’s not music because they think it makes them look better.”
“There, you see, that? That’s not boring. That’s hot. You’re hot.”
The cadences screeched to an abrupt halt.
Thomas shrugged. “Just saying.” He considered taking it back, but hey, if M.D. could handle him hitting on her, so could Raige.
In a tiny voice that broke: “Really?”
“Uh. Yeah. Haven’t you figured it out yet? I have a thing for corrupting virgins.” He crossed his arms behind his head and grinned. “Especially ones who know who Chavela Vargas is.”
Raige gave him a deer-in-headlights look for a few seconds, then hastily ducked his head and went back to drumming on his knees. Well, crap. Maybe Thomas had overdone it and scared the guy running.
“Is that a problem?” Thomas asked.
“I like M.D.” The drum cadences accelerated, then lost their beat, and Raige blurted, “I’m only supposed to like one person at a time!”
Thomas laughed, which made Raige’s expression cloud over, so he hastily added, “No, no, it’s not you. Just… man, no wonder you’re going nuts. I’m not asking for a date to prom or anything, you know. Just fun. We don’t have to get all crazy serious about it. You can keep liking M.D., no big deal. Y’all get together, I’m cool with that, I’ll back off.”
Raige didn’t seem to buy it. “I dunno, it doesn’t sound right…”
“Look, is she dating you?”
“Well, no… she’s not interested.”
“Then don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re betraying her or anything; I mean, I don’t know her that well, but she doesn’t seem like the type to want you pining.”
“I’m not pining!” Raige protested. Then he looked away and admitted, “But no, she wouldn’t.”
Thomas shrugged. “And hey, if you don’t want to, it’s cool, I’ll never bring it up again—”
“No!” Raige seemed as startled at his own vehemence as Thomas was. He twisted his hands in his jeans, as though trying to keep his hands still. “I… kissing would be okay. We can stop whenever, right?”
“Sure,” Thomas said, shoving himself upright. “Like I said, for fun. It stops being fun, no reason to do it, right?”
Raige still looked doubtful, but either Thomas was even more charming than he thought he was, or Raige was more flexible than he acted, because he said, “Okay,” and then, like he didn’t want to lose his nerve, he hastily leaned over and kissed Thomas on the cheek.
Thomas managed to keep from laughing again, but not from grinning. “Dude, I’m not your great-aunt whatshername, it’s okay. C’mon.” Then, because he figured the best way to teach was by example, he leaned in to kiss Raige properly.
God, the guy squeaked when he was kissed, and his skin was warm and when Thomas pulled back to make sure things were fine, he was smiling like sunshine.
“Fun?” Thomas said.
Raige swallowed, and nodded.
“Told you I’m good practmmf.” Apparently Raige had decided that this kissing thing was for him and that he wanted to take a more active hand in it, which Thomas was all for. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, so Thomas moved them to his waist, where they latched onto his belt loops like they were trying to stay still.
“It’s okay,” he murmured against Raige’s skin, “you can touch me, I don’t—”
The hands were up his shirt so fast he jumped, which made Raige freeze.
“Oh,” Thomas said, laughing a little breathlessly. God, why didn’t Raige speak any Spanish, his English was going to go straight to hell… “Hey, I didn’t say stop.”
Raige grinned, and oh yeah, Thomas could get used to seeing him smile like that, this had been a great idea, and those hands were running up his back and—
That’s when it happened. See, Raige was tall, enough that it was actually a little uncomfortable, and Thomas was trying to get him to lean back to make it a little easier, which Raige seemed more than happy to go along with. Except Raige’s hands were occupied, which meant there was only so much leaning he could do without having to plain lie down, which Thomas was also totally fine with, except—
He didn’t get much of a warning, except Raige’s eyes suddenly going wide and his grip suddenly going a lot tighter. Plus a sound that, even with the muffling, sounded a lot like a shriek, which wasn’t what Thomas expected but hey, he was easy—
Then they fell off the bed. And knocked over a stack of junk. At least Raige finished the shriek in proper style before Thomas landed on top of him and knocked the last of it into a wheeze.
They heard a voice through the wall. “I hear crashing and screaming.” Oh god, not M.D. Didn’t she have pregnancies to assist or something? “Do I need to investigate?”
“Raige opened his mouth, and Thomas clapped a hand over it, because he just knew Raige would say, “No!” in that voice that shrieked yes, and that’d bring M.D. down on them faster than you could say ‘cockblock.’
“Sure, we’re having a dick size contest,” Thomas called back. Under his hand, Raige made an indignant, strangled noise. “Wanna join?”
“I’ll pass, thanks.”
“You sure? Because, you know, always room for one more…”
“Yeah, I’m good. Have fun with that.”
“We will!” Thomas said cheerfully, grinning down at Raige and letting go of his mouth. In a much quieter voice, he added in Raige’s ear, “Best part about being a pervert? Everyone assumes you’re joking.”
Raige said nothing. For a moment, Thomas thought it was just the embarrassment of knocking everything over and almost getting caught, till he realized Raige was actually pretty comfortable to be on top of. His hands were still up Thomas’s shirt, running up and down his back, and one of his legs were still hooked up over the mattress, which had kind of knocked his legs apart, and—
“Oh. Liking it, huh?”
Raige had been flushed even before they started; this just made it darker. He cleared his throat twice, but it was no good; between the bashfulness and the arousal, his voice was wrecked. “Well. Yeah. Sorry.”
“Why sorry? In case you didn’t notice…” Thomas shifted a little, and Raige made a strangled noise and rocked up against him, and dang, this had gone from horsing around to almost sex really quickly.
“Hold on—” Raige panted, but he was still moving, “We should—we should talk about this—”
“Uh huh…”
“You want to…?”
“No.” Whether Raige meant to end it with ‘talk’ or ‘stop,’ the answer was the same, because both would’ve meant stopping, and Thomas’s English skills were falling fast.
But Raige had better self-control than he did, and his hands were on Thomas’s hips again, tugging at his belt—and not in the happy fun way, in the ‘please stop,’ way. Thomas groaned but obeyed, though not without cursing a little first.
“Sorry,” Raige said. “Just—sorry.”
“Man, don’t say that,” Thomas said, a little more plaintively than he intended. “Sorry means you did something wrong.”
“Just… I need to think about this. Okay? I didn’t—”
Right. Raige had thought he liked girls; he probably had a nervous breakdown to get to. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Thomas got up with a wince. “You want me to leave you alone for a bit?”
“That’d be nice.”
Thomas knew a brush-off when he heard it. All he could do was take it with grace, so he nodded, and said, “No worries, like I said, just for fun,” and started to head out.
He was halfway out the door when Raige said, “Hey, Thomas?”
Thomas looked up.
Raige was fussing with his hair and not looking at him again. “That was… that was a lot more fun than I thought it’d be.”
“Hey, you decide you like it, you know where to find me.”
Thomas left smiling. He’d be back.
