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[Wylie Dean Kincade]

Wylie Dean Kincade had been at Kristoph's for the space of several hours so far - and although it was somewhat frightening and overwhelming being a new kid in something like he'd never experienced before, it was also quite amazing. Having grown up as an outsider in Palm Springs - the place where old rich people came to die and nothing good ever happened unless you were drugged to your eyeballs or drunk to the point of passing out - this was an entirely different experience for the boy and he was really trying to make the best of it. It was a chance to start over here, without all of the snobby, tanned bitches and jerks that had ruled his previous school.

One thing that he had noticed so far as he'd been unpacking in his dorm room and exploring the campus, was that there was much more of a balance in this place. Infact if anything, the kids who would have been outcasted back home - the goths, the emos, the losers and the freaks and geeks - they seemed to outnumber the others. That was something that right away struck him as odd, but in a very, very good way. It gave him comfort and led him to think that maybe he'd actually find that sense of belonging that he'd been lacking ever since his brother and friends had headed off to college. He'd only just found it when it had been taken away, hence the need to get away from home and try something new. This was his new shot at happiness.

Wy had spent the day getting accustomed and he'd met a few very interesting people, learning the rules and regulations of the place and just the inner workings. He'd headed to bed at midnight, but had found himself unable to sleep - and so he'd snuck off outside and down to the lake that he'd discovered that morning - despite the fact that it was raining. In Palm Springs, rain was a rare thing and he'd actually grown to love it when he was lucky enough to catch some.

Finding that he was alone as he arrived at the darkened dock area, he quickly stripped off to his birthday suit and then dove in to the water, surfacing a few moments later, water stripping down his face. He grinned to himself, immediately relaxing - loving the feel of the cold air causing goosebumps on his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He liked this place; he could most definitely get used to it.

[Clement Patrick Fink]

It wasn't uncommon to find students out after hours, it had become sort of the norm and it was as if the authorities just gave up on trying to keep them in bed. Resistance was no longer futile. Maybe it was because no matter how hard they tried, the boys still found a way to get out and party hardy. If they made it to class next day readya nd willing to learn, there really was nothing to oobject about. Clement didn't know about anybody but else, but no matter how crunk he got the night before, he was always ready for school the next day, it was just how he rolled and it wa sno doubt, he rolled deep. As he Clement stumbled back onto the school grounds, he couldn't help but catch a giggle fit, his drunken stupor causing him to trip over his feet a couple of hundred times.

He hiccuped, scratching the back of his neck as he continued to walk in what might have been a circle. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make out the entrance into the building. His eyes were way too blood shot and blurry for his own good, but the odd thing was that even after he wiped his eyes, all he saw was grass. That was probably because he was looking down, but Clement really couldn't be arsed, he was a little too drunk to realize what he was doing. He sniffled, scratching his nose as he glanced around for a few minutes, hearing someone splashing around in water somewhere nearby. He blinked, biting his lip softly as he held in potentially enormus burp. Clement walked a little farther down, not realizing that he was only a few inches away from the edge of the lake. He stumbled over his feet one last time, tripping and falling into the water head first.

If anything could knock him out of his drunken stupor, it was the possibility of drowning. His eyes widened as he tried to swim back up to the surface, gasping for ear. He wiped his wet hair out of his face, looking around for a moment as he realized where he was. "What the fuck?" he muttered quietly to himself, floating above the surface. He sighed, wading over to the edge of the lake, grabbing ahold of the grass. He glanced over his shoulder hearing something else in the water again. Clem arched a brow, watching the strange boy for a moment. He'd never seen him before and honestly, if he had, he'd probably remember, drunk or not. He couldn't help but smirk lightly, turning so that he was facing the boy. " Hi," he said, his smirk turning into a charming lopsided grin.

[Wylie Dean Kincade]

Wylie had been happily splashing around the lake - swimming around in large circuits and even ducking his head under the water every so often. He had been completely oblivious as to the fact that he was no longer alone, too distracted by his activities - right up until he had a loud splash that most certainly hadn't come from him, anyway. Immediately his attention moved to the wooden platform across from him and he saw the bubbles rising as someone came up for air. He hesitated there for a moment, treading water as he tried to work out quite what to make of this. Somebody had fallen in to the lake and probably not because it was dark.

Seeing that the guy was apparently okay and very, very drunk, Wy swam a little closer - nodding when he was greeted with considerable interest. The kid was probably out of his mind if he was drunk enough to miss the lake and just fall in, but Wylie had been in that state himself far too many times to judge anybody for it. Besides, drunken people were always pretty amusing unless they were violent or violently sick. "Hi," he replied, grinning. Wylie hadn't been able to help but notice how cute the kid was, even if he wasn't exactly his usual type. Not bad, not bad at all - what was it with all the guys being hot around here? Not that he was complaining, or anything. It was just odd. They weren't all blonde, tanned and athletic like the ones back home - and he liked that, since his type were tall, dark and skinny.

"Are you alright?" Wylie checked, though somehow he was guessing that the answer would be 'yes'. Honestly, he had just been so taken aback that he wasn't quite sure what to say. Sometimes he could talk people to death - outgoing and hyperactive - and then at other times, he'd be as quiet as they came. It all depended what kind of mood you caught him in and truthfully, the new surrounding had drained his energy. "It sounded like you hit the water pretty hard there. You been hitting the bottle pretty hard too?" He couldn't help but smirk as he thought of something else he'd like him to hit. But those thoughts were bad, nobody in this school was gay, he was sure. Even if they were, they'd probably never want him - so he needed to just stop thinking with his downstairs brain.

[Clement Patrick Fink]

When Clement first arrived at the school just a little over three years ago, he noticed that a mojority of the boys were more than just mildly attractive. It seemed weird at first, but he soon learned to live with it and he actually went to bed with a few of them. That was just a plus and a very good one at that. Clem smiled as the other smiled, mentally noting that the kid had a great smile. Thatw as ALWAYS a plus in his book. Running a hand through his hair, he nodded. "Yeah, I'm plastered, but I'm fine really. The fall woke me up, no damage done. I think it might be wearing off just a bit though... I can actually form sentences," he said, grabbing a hold of one of the wooden pillars holding the platform up.

Clement thought for a moment, trying to recall what he was trying to do before he fell into the water. He turned away from the boy again, pulling himself up the side of the platform so that he could sit down, his sneakers still underwater. He looked around, his vision not as blurry as it was just a few seconds ago. He reached into his pocket, checking his phone, which was notw ruined because of all the water. He couldn't help but pout, feeling as if his day couldn't get any worse. Clement rolled his eyes, slipping his phone back into his pocket before turning his attention back to the shirtless boy in the water. He glanced back over towards the grass, noticing a pile of clothes before turning back to the stranger.

He arched a brow, a smirk appearing on his face again. "Are you naked? That's brave, you must be packing some heat if you don't mind it shrivling a bit," he said, not even sure of what he meant by that statment miself. Clement sighed, moving so that his feet were no longer in the water, laying on his back by the edge of the platform, his arm hanging off the edge and his fingers grazing the water. "My name's Clement. I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?" he asked, staring up at that cloudness night sky above.

[Wylie Dean Kincade]

Wylie was surprised at the guy's ability to talk when only moments ago, he'd fallen in to a lake of all things - but maybe the cold water had woken him up a little - brought him back to reality and sobered him up. He remembered taking a splash in a fountain when drunken once and it had helped a little, though not much. "Apparently so," he nodded, agreeing that the affects of the alcohol seemed to be fading. He was always pretty annoyed when his own buzz started to go, wanting to stay drunk and happy for as long as was possible. Sobering up and coming back to reality was never much fun, or at least it hadn't been living back in Palm Springs - land of the old, boring, tanned or jerkish.

"I wish I was drunk," the boy commented, sighing softly. Wylie smiled then though, still on sort of a high just for the change of scenery and the excitement of it all. He swum around a little and then toward the docks, where Clement was now stretched out on the wet planks of wood. Wy had noticed that his phone was pretty much dead and wondered what kind of day he'd had. Maybe the badness had only started when he'd gotten drunk, but a bad day might have been the whole reason behind the intoxicated state that he was coming out of right now. Always wanting to be of help to those around him, he decided to give the guy the opportunity to tell him about it all. "Bad day?"

Clement seemed somewhat surprised that he was naked, making a comment about how he must be hot if he was willing to shrivel up. He raised an eyebrow, thinking that he just about comprehended what he was trying to get at. "I'm not insecure like most guys. But yeah, I am kind of horny and cold water is supposedly good for that..." Wylie said, honestly. He wasn't scared to admit that to this guy, whether he was straight or bi or whatever else. Sexuality wasn't a huge deal to him any more, though back home it kind of had been - since his parents and the community didn't like that too much. "So far, it isn't really helping much."

"Clement, that's cute. I'm Wylie Kincade, but most people call me Kinky," the darker boy introduced himself, with a smile. He reached a hand out of the water, extending it for Clement to shake if he so desired. It was good to know that he'd met a couple of people during his first day
- a few people who had the potential to become good friends, he felt. One of the biggest worries he'd had was that he'd be a social outcast here just like everywhere else, but that clearly wasn't going to be the case. "I am brand new here, I arrived this morning. I'm a fourth year."

[Clement Patrick Fink]

Was he having a bad day? That was a very good question. From what Clement could remember, his day hadn’t been all that bad. There was the usual paper cut and stubbed toe, but nothing remotely horrendous. He had to admit though that when he had bad days in the past; the first thing he would do was reach for a bottle of Jack, but today wasn’t like that. The only bad thing that happened today was him falling to the lake, but apparently it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. He could’ve drowned or gotten electrocuted or something, but no, he wound up meeting a cute guy with tattoos and a thing for being naked. That wasn’t negative in the least. He shook his head. “Not really, the only bad thing about today was how short that buzz lasted. No matter though, I always keep a little pick me up handy,” he said, reaching into his back pocket, taking out a miniature bottle of gin. He glanced over at Wylie, holding the bottle out to him. “Help yourself, sunshine,” he said, smiling.

It wasn’t everyday that you meet a naked boy in the lake, even if you’re going to an all-boy’s school. It was true, a lot of boys are insecure so don’t go strutting their stuff as much as they should be. Clement was one of those boys, but he really couldn’t help but feel slightly inferior body-wise, he was awfully skinny after all. But most of the boys he pursued were into that, so it wasn’t much of a problem. “You could’ve just taken a shower instead of hopping in the lake; it’s a lot easier than having to go all the way outside and stripping down where anyone can see you, including that pervy old caretaker. Seriously, there’s something off about that guy. He’s going to end up raping me one of these days… but I can’t say that I would mind as much. I’m horny as fuck and there’s nothing funny about it.”

Clement sighed again, still staring up at the sky as Wylie introduced himself. He turned his attention back to the boy, smiling a little at his nickname. “Oh yeah, I’m sure,” he said, scratching his brow before reaching out a hand to shake Kinky’s. ”Well, it’s nice to meet you… do you mind if I call you Kinks instead of Kinky. It’ll save me a buttload of unwanted giggle fits,” he said casually, moving so that he was resting his side. He watched the boy for a moment, now lying on his stomach as he tried to make himself comfortable. It was very difficult seeing that he was on top of wood and not a comfortable twin sized bed. ”I’m a fourth year too. I’ve been here ever since freshman year, it’s pretty chill I guess.”

[Wylie Dean Kincade]

Wylie grinned as the boy took out a small bottle of gin, glad to see that it hadn't gotten damaged while he'd been stumbling around and all. "Don't mind if I do, thanks," he said, taking the bottle from Clement and taking a swig - holding on with his spare hand to the dock to keep himself afloat as he did so. His neck was exposed along with the top of his chest, as he handed the bottle back over. He sighed contentedly, having missed the drink today. It would have calmed his nerves a hell of a lot this morning when he'd been travelling up and getting settled. Still, it had really hit the spot now and that was what mattered. "Is there somewhere in town I can get hold of some? I have a fake ID, but it's not always good enough," he asked, hoping that there was somewhere that didn't care about serving to minors.

The boy laughed as he sunk back down in to the water, leaning his head back to wet his hair and smooth it back. He treaded water there on the spot for a while then, paying Clement his undivided attention as he told him about the pervy old janitor that walked the campus, apparently hoping for some young naked ass. "I know, but I fancied coming out here. I've always loved swimming and water," he shrugged, honestly. There was something good about actually being in a large body of water, rather than a shower with it dripping down at you. Wy couldn't really describe it, it just felt better to him. Plus, he didn't mind taking risks every so often, just here and there.

"No, no, you do not want the pervy old janitor. No matter how desperate you get, you do not need that gross old cock," Wylie exclaimed, laughing his ass off at that comment. He shook his head and screwed up his face in disgust, wrinkling his nose in a very, very adorable way. He couldn't imagine that anyone would get that desperate around here, given that most of them seemed to be bisexual or gay. Everyone was pretty good looking too, so they'd all want each other. "Hell, look me up if you want some. Most of the time I'm ready and willing."

"Sure, call me whatever you want, honey," he replied, nodding and giving a very flirtatious smile off. Wylie was actually quite in to the idea he'd put forward just a moment ago; about the two of them getting down to business. He was an attractive guy and Wylie knew that there was something about him that people seemed to like - even if he had yet to work out what that something was exactly. He was sure that they could come to some arrangement. "Hey, is it always so crazy around here? Like everyone is good looking, bi or gay and totally slutting it. Is that the norm or am I just a newbie who isn't used to it all?"

[Clement Patrick Fink]

Of course there were places where you could get drinks without any I.D. If you knew where to look, you could even get them for free. That’s how Clement got his stash. He had about 4 bottles of Jack up in his room this very moment and in all actuality, he was just a bit anxious to get up there and take a swig. He glanced up at the school in the direction his dorm room would be before turning his attention back to Kinks as he sat up. ”Yeah, there are tons of places. You just have to know where to look. There’s this one guy down at the liquor store, I’ve got him wrapped around my little finger. It’s amazing what he would do if I tell him that there’s a remote chance that he could get in my pants. Sometimes I feel bad though, but I think I might actually have to do something one of these days so that he won’t get suspicious,” he said, shrugging lightly.

He ran a hand through his hair, biting his lip softly, getting a bit restless. That always happened after he kept in one spot for too long. When he was younger, his parents actually thought that he had A.D.D because he couldn’t keep still, but he was just a restless little monkey, nothing more. ”I’m not that much of a swimmer. Sure, it’s fun and all, but it’s not really my thing. I don’t know. I was on the swim team in my junior high though, but that was only because the guys were first class. There was this one guy, Francis. Oh my god, hottest piece of ass I’ve ever had the chance to tap. He was amazing. Yah, were only like what, twelve? But he was still… like yeah,” he said, feeling nostalgic. He couldn’t help but wonder what dear old Francis was doing now. Probably blowing some unsuspecting bloke’s mind, judging by how fast he moves of course.

Clement shrugged. ”I don’t know. I’d most likely be drunk out of my mind, so his wrinkliness would really bother me as much. Just as long as it was a decent size and he could tear it up, I’d be happy as a clam. Unfortunately though, I can’t imagine him as the type who would grab me by my hair and slam me against the wall… which kind of sucks since he’s a rapist. He should be vicious, you know?” he said, mostly thinking out loud. Clem smiled, seeing Kinks scrunch up his nose in the cutest way. If he was a girl, he’d probably be gushing at this point, but now, he was way too manly for stuff like that, he’d just hold it in for now. ”Oh really? I’ll have to keep that in mind then.” If he was offering, Clement would definitely be glad to be Kinks’ evening fix. He had nothing better to do with his time and yeah, the kid was too hot to trot, so it wouldn’t be very hard to keep it up. ”It’s kind of normal around here, but not everyone’s as slutty as your’s truly. There are quite a few fellows who actually have morals… but yeah, you’ll get used to it.”

[Wylie Dean Kincade]

Wylie paid careful attention to what he was being told about the liquor store, wondering whether he would actually have to promise to sleep with anyone to actually get his hands on anything. It sounded as if there were other ways, but that was just the particular method that Clement had chosen. It didn't sound ideal to him, but then again if it worked then it might be the best way to go about it. He'd heard that if you got caught doing stuff like that, you got kicked out - drinking, purcashing and especially using fake IDs to get in to clubs and bars. The last thing that he wanted was to get sent home, but apparently this guy had been here for years and had drank. The trick was obviously just to not get caught. Maybe this was why he flirted to get what he wanted? It was more secretive. "Maybe he'd settle for a hand job? I don't mind giving those to people I wouldn't otherwise touch with a barge pole...when the need arises," he shrugged. It all depended upon whether Clement liked the guy enough to sleep with him, he supposed.

Wylie laughed, shaking his head. He'd been on the swim team a long, long time ago but that seemed almost like another life now. He'd gotten a stiffy once when he'd been in the locker room and although he'd managed to escape before anybody noticed, it had put him off the idea. Being thirteen and confused had been difficult enough. Now, he just did it for fun. His brother said he'd always been a water baby though. "Twelve? Wow. I didn't do it until I was sixteen. Last year when I was drunk...and then loads of times since." He had been somewhat of a late bloomer, but he loved it all now.

Props to the guy for tapping some swim hunk ass though, you had to admire that. With the exception of himself, his school's entire team had been gorgeous. There were several guys that he'd later crushed on, but he'd been too afraid to tell them that. After all, they'd all been straight. "I don't blame you though. Good for you, even if you were probably losing the swim team points," he grinned.

Wylie found himself raising an eyebrow in surprise as Clement talked, surprised at the stuff that he was coming out with. It sounded as if he liked his sex rough, which was fine, but Wy thought that it could be good when it was gentler too. He had difficulty being rough with people, too worried about hurting them. It was appealing though, since this boy was so hot and it was something kind of new to him. He was still getting grossed out at what he was saying about the janitor though. Eww. "Please do," he said, simply, to the last comment.

"I was kind of hoping you'd tell me that everyone is slutty. But most people...that's good enough for me," the boy laughed, shrugging. Wylie swam around for a little longer, before finally pulling himself out of the water and sitting himself down at Clement's side. Wylie didn't care what the guy saw - in fact he was hoping that the sights might turn him on. It worked for most people, though he was clueless as to why. He stretched out as he sat there, feeling energised and refreshed from his little skinny dip. The night air was cool against his skin but he loved it. He'd always loved being naked.

[Clement Patrick Fink]

Clement never actually promised the fella at the liquor sex, he wasn't really one for those types of favors. But for some reason, whenever he would talk to the guy, he got the feeling that the man wanted more than just shameless flirting. Clement wasn't sure that he could give him since he couldn't help who he flirted with. Sometimes, it just slipped out and there was no way that he could control it, but he'd grown to like the man over the years. Nothing in the crush field, he just liked him and he took pleasure in the naughty innuendo and lustfull glances. That's all the little fellow would get for now. Maybe sometime in the future, but not now. "I don't really know what he would settle for, we never talked about 'spending some time', but it's obviou that he wants it. Not to be conceited or anything, but he's hot for my goods, no doubt about it."

Sixteen? That seemed like a long wait in Clement's opinion. If he really wanted something, he had to have it right then and there. Maybe it was just because he liked to move fast. The sooner you got the whole 'sex' aspect of the relationship over, there was more time to actually get to know the person, everything about them. Clement's heart may be in the right place when it came to those sort of things, but it was obvious that to the outside world, the fact that he almost always had sex on the first date made him seem way too slutty for his own good. The logic might as well be flushed down the toilet seeing as Clement had never had a real relationship. Real meaning one that lasted more than a month, but he was fine with it for now. "Wow, sixteen? I couldn't wait that long and plus Francis was willing and obviously hard, so I couldn't pass up the chance."

It wasn't all about the rough sex for Clement though, he did have his tender moments, but that was only if he liked you and was willing to take to the time to make you melt. The first time with Francis was rough and even till this day, the thought still sent shivers down Clement's spine, but everytime after that was different. It was like Francis just discovered the human form and he made it a point to examine every single spot on Clement's body, which was odd for a twelve year old. Obviously this kid was wise beyond his years. "Hah, only after the first few times, then we both got used to it. I can't help but wonder what he's doing now, I actually miss him," he said, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face.

Clem shrugged, watching Kinks as he swam around. "Maybe you could change some minds. It seems like the only guys who aren't whoring around are the straight ones." It was hard for Clement not to stare as his new friend got out of the water. As stated earlier, he was horny and the sight of a naked guy so close was enough to send him over the edge, but self control was key in such situtaions. He smirked lightly, turning so that he was facing Kinks. There was nodut that this kid was looking to get laid. "Damn... guys usually wait until we're in the comfort of an empty broom closet before they show me the goods. I guess I know why you're so confident now. Bravo."

[Wylie Dean Kincade]

Wylie listened and nodded as he lay there, lazily. There was something beautiful about the night time, especially when the moon was reflected in the lake. This new surrounding was almost magical to him right now and there was something romantic about Kristoph's that he just couldn't put his finger on. It felt beautiful here like the wonderous Palm Springs never had - most likely because of the residents rather than the landscapes. Still, it was a glorious night and the boy in front of him only added to the overall appeal. He took a deep breath and sighed, contentedly - feeling serene and relaxed like he hadn't done for a long time. Sure, he was horny - but he was good.

"I can't say that I blame him for wanting some of that," he grinned, deciding that honesty wasn't going to hurt much. This guy clearly knew that people found him attractive and had probably noticed that Wylie was interested. The signals were there and he was sure that Clement knew how to read them, so he saw no point in trying to deny it. Not to mention that he tended to go after what he wanted, so long as it seemed right. Kink was very much a person who thought about others above himself, but that didn't mean that he didn't think about himself every so often either. Sex was the one thing that he really allowed himself to indulge in without worry. It was one of the few parts of his life where he allowed himself to come first.

"I was a late bloomer...I was a misfit back home and I didn't really figure out I liked boys. When I did, it was terrifying," the boy admitted. Although he had only known this guy for a few minutes, he had this feeling that it was okay to trust him - and Wylie had amazing instincts about him. When he thought that someone was something, he was rarely ever wrong. It wasn't really any big deal to him though, not any more. Wylie had accepted himself recently with the help of his brother and his friends and he was beginning to embrace it, love himself. He felt more alive than ever, that was for sure.

"Roughness can be good...it is more thrilling. I just think that normal, gentle sex is kind of underrated too," he shrugged, just putting in his two cents worth. Wylie could definitely understand why some people liked it that way or why they liked to play games or assume roles; but he was quite happy with the simplistic ways. Call him old fashioned, it was just how he was. "Something that I really want to do is have a threesome with some hot guys. That has definitely been on my to-do list for a while now."

Wylie surprised himself after hearing that comment, feeling his cheeks burning up and blushing. It wasn't often that something had the power to make him go all pink like this; but accepting compliments definitely wasn't his strong suit. He was so unused to getting serious ones that he found them difficult to take. He was far too modest, but he actually believed that people were lying. The idea that he could turn straight guys gay was quite an interesting one, though he doubted that he'd ever be able to do that. Wasn't it like getting blood from a stone or whatever? Then again, when guys got needy, they got needy. They'd probably be surprised at the lengths they'd go to relieve that tension.

Wylie chuckled and grinned, shrugging humbly as he lay there. He let his eyes run over Clement again now; paying close attention to detail. Like him, the guy was very skinny and that was something that he found incredibly sexy. In fact, he was pretty much dying to see what kind of body was under those clothes - whether his skin clung to his bones, exposing his ribcage. Wy had always loved anorexic looking people with bones jutting out all over the place. Why, he had no clue. It was sick, but he was just a pervert, he knew. "If I was tiny I wouldn't be skinny dipping," he grinned. "We could move to a broom closet though, if you're more comfortable in there."