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Post by Ashton Laurent on Dec 1, 2009 18:09:14 GMT 1
Ash rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant and you know it." he smirked at the other boy. "Oh you do, do you?" he leaned in closer, "Then tell me, what do I want?" he asked in a near whisper. Not giving the Gryffindor a chance to answer he leaned back and smirked again, arms folded across his chest. If Markus wanted to be all flirty and try to get him riled up, fine. Two could play that game.
Ash sat there as the other boy acted like he was going to lean over the table right then and there and kiss him. Of course Ash knew he wouldn't. Surely not even Markus was stupid enough to get caught snogging in the restricted section. Not while he was supposed to be studying anyway.
Ash smirked again. "Yes, I meant studying. Smart kid." The 'smart kid' comment was a sarcastic one of course. But wasn't meant in a mean way. More in a teasing way. Ash just laughed and shook his head. "Yes, your bad. But how is it my loss? Come on. Seriously. Let's get busy. I know you don't wanna be here anymore than I do"
As hot as Markus was, Ash couldn't let that distract him. Just not yet at least. Maybe later though.
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Post by Markus O'Keefe on Dec 1, 2009 18:16:44 GMT 1
"What do you want? You want someone to love you, someone who'll treat you right, and someone who doesn't think you're breakable when you're in bed together. You like kinky just as long as you know the person doing it still cares for you" He leaned back, arms folded behind his head, resting easily in the chair. "Of course I could be damn wrong, but you're the type for it honey" As tough and untouchable as Ashton looked, he seemed to be the type that wanted to be loved and cared for, but he didn't want to be treated like some fragile china doll.
"It's your loss because you know I can give you a damn good time, but you're the proper little Head Boy...you'd rather be studying" Markus winked at him, keeping the mean tone from his voice. They were just teasing, and he didn't want the other to huff and get his panties in a twist, or it'd surely ruin his whole game.
Sighing deeply, as if he was severely disliking the way the other kept on about his studies, he pushed his chair backwards to get the partially started essay from his bag. "Here. This is shit, I can tell you that."
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Post by Ashton Laurent on Dec 2, 2009 15:20:42 GMT 1
Ash was shocked once more into silence. Markus had just hit the nail on the head. Everything he guessed was true. Scary. Ash wanted to scream, 'How did you know that!?' but knew that yelling in the library was not a good idea. Plus he didn't wanna outright admit it just yet. Instead he made a small joke about it. "What, are you a mind reader?" he quipped. Hmm, maybe Markus was? Okay... freaky. Cool, but freaky.
Ash raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you can give me a good time. But we'll never know unless we get this work done." He laughed and shook his head at Markus' 'You'd rather study' comment. He knew the Gryffindor was joking and didn't let it get to him. Instead he smirked and leaned back in his chair, arms folded. "Yeah? Well, you can thank me when you're not cleaning out cages at the Magical Menagerie."
Ash pulled the essay towards him and looked it over. It actually wasn't that bad. "Actually this isn't bad. You're off to a good start. You just need to fix a few grammar and spelling mistakes. Your sentence structure needs some work, and you need a bit more detail in the first paragraph and the second one is a bit too... rambly." Ash took out a quill and some red ink and circled the changes for Markus to make and added comments next to them. "Okay, so make these changes and I'll look it over again and then we can finish it together."
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Post by Markus O'Keefe on Dec 2, 2009 15:27:50 GMT 1
Who cared about spelling and grammar mistakes? Apparently this kid did. Markus sighed, taking the paper back from him and glancing over the corrections the younger boy had made. There really was something degrading in accepting to be tutored by someone who was over a year younger than he was, but he supposed it was his own fault, as much as he hated to admit it. "So you're saying I get some action when I get this work done? Hmm, I think you may have just found the one reason for me to do homework alltogether" Winking, he grabbed a quill and a new piece of parchment and began writing.
It was nice to hear that it wasn't all that bad, though he had a feeling the Ravenclaw was being courteous more than anything. Still, he liked the way the boy was doing this, not making him feel like he was perfect and so much smarter than Markus, though he was sure they both knew Ashton was.
Biting down on his bottom lip, he battled with the sentences for a good while, his tongue sticking out between his teeth in concentration at one point. He probably looked foolish, or cute, depending on who was watching him, but for once he didn't care. For once he was just working, and it better make the damn Head Boy proud!
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Post by Ashton Laurent on Dec 2, 2009 15:39:31 GMT 1
Ash laughed again and just barely managed to keep the blush off his face. Instead he leaned in closer than he had before and replied "Maybe. If you get all your work done." he leaned back with a smile. "Oh I have, have I? Well then, you better get busy." Ash had to admit. He loved flirting with the guy, but he knew not to take it too far. That would completely ruin the effect.
Instead he sat and watched as Markus made the corrections to his essay. Ash had to hold back a small laugh. Markus looked so cute when he was thinking. Of course, Ash was almost positive the other boy would not appreciate being called 'adorable.' Sexy? Maybe. Adorable? Uh.. no. Probably not.
Ash looked at the essay that Markus handed back to him. "Alright, looks good. Now I'm just going to give you a few more tips and you can finish it up."
"And after that if there's anything else you need to work on we can do that. Honestly though, even I'm getting bored with working. So, tell you what. If you'd rather just blow off the studying for now, and do it later. That's fine with me. But let's at least get the essay done."
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Post by Markus O'Keefe on Dec 2, 2009 15:45:45 GMT 1
He could deal with this. Doing the essay and then blowing off studying in favour of doing something more interesting with their time. Or his time, anyway. He wasn't sure what the brunette would go and do if he swooped in to kiss him, but he was sure he'd find out eventually. If only he could finish this damn essay.
Listening to the tips the other gave him, Markus rearranged his features in a bored expression, mostly to tick off the other boy, as what he was saying wasn't that uninteresting. It was just...well it was class, and he could do so much better things with his time. Like plotting to get the boy in bed, though with the way he was blushing, he figured it'd be a matter of days, at the most. Then again, it was probably a whole lot more interesting if he drew it out...made the boy want him.
Jotting down his final few sentences, he pushed the essay in the boys direction, feeling oddly proud of himself, regardless of what grade he'd get for this. It wouldn't be anything near Outstanding, but even an Acceptable was good enough for a boy who hadn't done much of his own work in a long time.
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Post by Ashton Laurent on Dec 3, 2009 16:43:41 GMT 1
Sitting there Ash had to admit the other boy intrigued him. Markus acted as if he didn't care about his grades at all. But surely that wasn't true. Maybe he didn't care as much as he should have but he obviously cared a little bit, otherwise he most likely would've just blown the study session completely off. Yet, here he was.
Ash wondered, not for the first time what kind of lover Markus would be. Would he be gentle and caring? Or would he be the kind to ignore his lover in public and lavish attention in the bedroom? No! Stop it! You have to stop thinking like that! the Ravenclaw scolded himself. As good looking as Markus was, Ash couldn't afford thoughts like this. Not yet.
Ash looked once more over the essay that the Gryffindor had just finished. "Alright. Excellent." He pushed the paper back towards Markus standing up leaned across the table to gather up his own books and materials and put them back in his bag. He sat back down and leaned his chair onto it's two back legs, thankful for the bookshelf behind him. How embarassing would it be if he leaned too far back and his chair crashed to the floor?
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Post by Markus O'Keefe on Dec 3, 2009 21:17:56 GMT 1
Homework was done. Great. Markus grinned, leaning back in his seat and smoothing the creases from his shirt. "Do we get to the reward now, or are you going to be a tease and tell me that getting a passing grade is my reward?" He winked for a moment, putting his own books back in his bag. If he knew Ashton, the boy would return his flirting but back out the moment he'd really put his cards on the table. Which was exactly what he didn't want, after all, the other was supposed to want him, not the other way around.
No, Markus decided, he wasn't going to give in and snog him just like that. He'd tease him, flirt with him, make the other ache for his presence. And then, finally, he'd do what he wanted all along..get the brunette in bed and make him scream. It was an easy bet to win, after all, it looked like Ashton was dying for a good fuck. Maybe he'd even go with him if he asked right now, but he wasn't about to blow his cover. After all, these little studying sessions needed something to stay entertaining.
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Post by Ashton Laurent on Dec 3, 2009 22:09:54 GMT 1
Ash smirked. He knew exactly what game Markus was playing. It was the old 'Flirt and make him want me, then get him in bed and make him scream' well surprise, surprise Mr. O'Keefe, but Ash could give just as good as he got. Bracing his hands on the table, Ash leaned forward towards Markus. He leaned in close and whispered low in the other boy's ear. "Darling, no one ever said anything about a reward."
Sitting back down Ash smirked again. "But if there was a reward, then yes, a passing grade would be it." His smirk softened as he looked at the other boy. Oh this would be a fun game indeed.
Of course, if he could keep his cover that is. No matter what happened he couldn't let Markus know just how much the other boy affected him. Just how much he already wanted him. No, Markus could never find out. So instead, Ash would play his part and play it well. He would be flirty when he needed to be, and shy when called for. It was an excellent plan really. Make Markus think that he couldn't make up his mind whether or not he was going to be flirty or shy. Confuse him a bit.
Ash couldn't deny though, that he knew what Markus' ultimate goal was. To get him in bed. And surprisingly, Ash was okay with that. Looking forward to it in fact. Merlin knew it'd been a good long while since the Ravenclaw had last had a good fuck. Yes sir, Ashton Jade Laurent was certainly looking forward to the obvious outcome.
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Post by Markus O'Keefe on Dec 3, 2009 22:26:59 GMT 1
Mmm. Bastard. "Oh but we both know that you want to give me the reward even more than I want to receive it" Sure, he'd go for a little after school session, but it'd be so much more fun if the other was actually aching for him. Sometimes, especially when he was bored, Markus could be a nasty person, inconsiderate of other peoples feelings, liking to toy with them even. Right now was one of those moments. He didn't care if Ashton fell in love with him. It wasn't part of his plan, his ultimate goal wasn't to have the other following him around all hearty-eyed, but he liked being wanted. Liked feeling special.
Getting up from his seat, he picked Ash up from his chair ever so easily, pulling him close by his collar. "There's no use in denying it, I can see it in your eyes. You want me." He chuckled, brushing fingertips over his collarbone again before reaching down to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin. If that didn't make the Head Boy want him, Markus didn't know what would. Coming up, he looked at him with dark eyes, brushing their lips together for a split second, before whispering "Time's up for today. See you." And not a second later, he was out of sight.
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