Introduction

[William Sterling]

Every person has had a day where they wake up and decide that they aren't going to do anything even the slightest bit productive; from the moment they roll out of bed, to the moment they collapse back into it, chores, plans and other nuisances will go ignored. Little local blondie boy William was having just that kind of day, and had honored the laziness weighing down his limbs by sitting on his ass for the past ten hours.

He was currently in the common room, sinking deeper and deeper into the soft cushions of a couch, an old copy of Through the Looking Glass clutched in his tiny hands. Blue eyes, barely open at this point, skimmed down familiar pages, a childish smile spreading his full lips whenever Alice said something queer. Alice's way of thinking was similar to his own, and that had always tickled him; ever since he was a little kid, he never failed to keep a look out for a white rabbit with pink eyes.

The sixteen year old blonde certainly looked the part of a lazy teenager procrastinating the day away, clad in roomy little shorts and a baggy wifebeater, one sock climbing halfway up his calf while the other had sagged down to his ankle. Will couldn't be bothered to fix it, instead opting to reach for his glass of milk and take a long sip from it. It was getting dark out, and all he had managed to get done today was signing his name at the top of a blank page reserved for homework due the next day, and taking a bath. The plan for the rest of the day? Finish this chapter, then crawl into bed with Teddy Cuddlesworth the Third.

[Seth Van de Kirk]

Unfortunately for Will, his moments of enjoyment were disrupted by none other than Seth Van de Kirk who was feeling a bit more mischievous than usual. The South African boy had wandered the halls, thinking up ways to occupy his time, and upon passing by the common room a brilliant little idea had popped into his head. Yes yes, he could waste time bothering Will, harassing that cute little…blonde. God he was a sucker for blondes. Will had those big eyes and that blonde hair, he couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of the little stutter he also possessed. He was the very idea of adorable, and Seth smirked to himself knowingly.

Without hesitating a moment longer Seth walked back to the opening of the common room, standing in the doorway and smirking over at the boy sitting there so cutely. “Heeeeey Willy boy,” he chimed softly in a voice most fiendish, his eyes glinting just a moment while he trailed his tongue along his lower lip. He finally took a few steps forward, walking into the room and shoving his hands into his pockets as he made his steady approach. “How are ya? Hm?” His accent clung to each word that he spoke in a rather mockingly slow manner, and his fingers tapped on the arm of the couch before he kneeled right before the smaller boy. “Reading some Alice In Wonderland, huh?”

Will had always been the boy that had gotten away, he and Seth seemed to have a brief moment of…well…something, but unfortunately it never went anywhere. It was before Noah, and now that he was dating Teller he hadn’t really thought about it until now. What ever happened to him and Will? He recalled a few dates, getting some ice cream, going to the arcade…but it just never took off. Huh. He knew the boy had a crush on him, and did plan on taking full advantage of it. “You know Will, we never hang out anymore, I’m so sad about it…” he said with a feigned pout while his eyes trailed along the other’s form as he laid there on the couch as if just saying ‘Seth, take me right here and now, rip my little shorts off, push my wife beater up, and fuck me right here…’, this kid was a tease and he didn’t even know it.

“You look a little sleepy, maybe I can help you to your room, hm?” He trailed a hand along the boy’s side, bothering to make his intentions known. Just a little taste.

[William Sterling]

Will nearly choked on his milk when he heard Seth's voice, startled in his vulnerable moment of lactose-appreciating peace. Coughing slightly, he wiped his mouth and set the glass down before he could spill it, wide doe-like eyes lifting to land on Seth's familiar face. The boy sat up against the arm of the couch, embarrassed and trying to keep the red from his cheeks. He lifted his chin and smiled at Seth, the awkward curve of his lips betraying the fruitless attempt at confidence. Will was timid and endearingly ungainly at all times, so being caught off guard only amplified his nearly comical lack of valiance. However, his attitude was generally very sanguine, albeit awkward, and he was truly quite happy to see Seth.

"H-hi Seth," the blonde replied in his soft, Liverpool-bred voice, a voice still haunted by a mild speech impediment accumulated from years of being either bullied or coddled to death by strangers. Being around Seth didn't make it any easier; just looking at the older boy had Will itching in his skin, uncomfortable yet so content at the same time. Seth's attractiveness made him wish he was more presentable at the moment, and this thought had the boy tugging his shorts down over his slender thighs as far as they would go, pulling up a strap of his shirt that had fallen down his shoulder hastily. He looked like a homeless boy, and Seth looked like a pretty demon who had schemed his way into heaven. "Yeah, um... have you r-read it... b-before?"

If Will were to pinpoint when exactly he had acquired this fond admiration for the South African boy, he'd date it to the time he first saw Seth, and realized how strong his hands looked, and how dark his hair was. Will could never resist a tall, dark stranger, cliche as it was, and Seth was no exception. "Don't be sad! We can hang out now, i-if you want..." The poor blonde's voice trailed off rather pathetically as he resisted the urge to shiver under Seth's critical eye, bringing his long legs up to his chest and hugging them protectively. He knew he wasn't unattractive by most measures, but he felt silly even trying to look provocative, even with so much of his skin showing. The blood he had tried to fight off surged into his cheeks as if a dam had been lifted, brightening his alabaster skin and making his face so very hot as he felt the feathery touch of Seth's fingers down his side. Despite his all-around naivete, the boy could usually tell when he was being hit on, and his history with Seth only made it that much more obvious what the taller male was hinting at.

"Um... I...." He was at a loss for words, and knew that if he tried to speak, he'd just stutter everywhere, so he settled for giving Seth a rather sheepish look. He could try to articulate an intelligent response, or he could just.... "...O-o-okay."

[Seth Van de Kirk]

The thing about Will was the boy was so shy, and never straightforward and honest. He was modest, but not a prude. He was timid and yet still somehow…willing. It was all so very strange, but Seth didn’t mind. He watched the other carefully, smiling just a little bit, “Yes, I read it a while ago…when I was younger,” oh so ever long ago it was. He felt like he was growing up too fast sometimes, Will seemed to bring out the child in him…in a good way. HOWEVER, he also brought out the perverted side in him, which wasn’t quite as good. “And good, we can hang out now,” he grinned in amusement, reaching out again to just lightly push away those blonde strands of hair.

“Here, I’ll walk you back to your room, and we can maybe play a game on your Wii,” he suggested in a friendly tone. Aside from being highly attracted to the boy, Seth did actually enjoy his company. Will was a fun gaming buddy, and he often found himself thinking back to the few times the two played at the arcade or just stayed in and played Mario Kart. It was fun. He figured he had all the time in the world to lust after Will, but right now he figured his playful side was nagging more at him than his desire to fuck Will. In due time he would take the chance, most likely once his desire to play some Mario Kart had been filled. He stood up and offered his hand to the boy in a ‘Shall we?’ kind of gesture. Only he preferred not to say that, that seemed a bit faggy for his liking.

“Don’t forget Alice,” he said jokingly, as he pointed to the book, reaching over with his free hand to pick it up for Will. He quickly eyed the contents of it, perhaps thinking that he might ask Will to borrow it sometime. After all, it was a classic.

[William Sterling]

Will's round mouth smoothed into a perky smile, pleased by the fondness in Seth's gesture. His hair was always falling into his baby blues, now more than ever, and it was definitely telling him that he needed to get it trimmed. Or he could just have Seth become his permanent wannabe headband. The idea amused him, in all of its silly childishness. Most of Will's thoughts were charming, pretty little things; however, amongst the wistfulness were moments of lust, and before he could finish his headband thought he was looking down at Seth's hands, staring at the veins in his forearms and subconsciously biting down on his bottom lip. Innocent he may seem, the boy really did have the same intentions of your average testosterone-ridden teenager under all the pleasant thoughts of unicorns and flying carpets.

Realizing how borderline idiotic he looked, ogling Seth's limbs like an envious amputee, Will flashed him another one of his award winning smiles: toothy, cute, and boyish to the core. It was an attempt to cover up for the second time in the past five minutes. Embarrassing. "Sure!" The blonde took Seth's hand, thrilling in the size difference for a petty moment before lifting his light frame from the couch. He looked down at the cushions, mentally laughing at the William shaped indentations. He was easy to amuse.

Will had completely forgotten about the book because of the scrambled thoughts bouncing around in his head, and smiled gratefully at Seth. "Oh gosh, thank you... I-I've had that book forever." He watched Seth's eyes observe the aged classic, and the boy's strangely accurate intuition kicked in. "Y-you can borrow it... if you want," he murmured, hand still clasped within Seth's.

[Seth Van de Kirk]

Seth had tugged the boy easily to his feet, and held his book in the other hand still. He smirked over at Will, admiring the cute boy just a moment longer before guiding him out of the common room. Oh yes, somewhere they could be alone, play some games, get a bit close…and then…Seth would make his move. It was a master plan, AS usual. ‘Oh Seth, you brilliant fuckin’ devil’ the young man praised himself as he tried his best to conceal an even bigger smirk. His hand slipped down slowly to the small of Will’s back, as they made their way through the hallways. “I think I may borrow it,” he reiterated giving just a tiny nod in reply as they made their way over.

Seth of course knew where Will’s room, only a few doors down from his own, ah yes…so many familiar moments in THIS room. He had recalled numerous instances in which he and Will were off making out on the small boy’s bed, and Seth had to admit he was eager to recreate those wonderful memories. He moistened his lips eagerly, while he stood on the other side of the door. “So what game should we play first?” His blue eyes looked down at Seth, the African boy hovered above Will, standing about 6’4. It was times like this when Seth really enjoyed his damn height, he felt so…empowered. The question about what game to play SEEMED innocent, but in Seth’s head it was as dirty as could be. He waited patiently for Will to get the door open, while he looked off to the side just a moment.

[William Sterling]

A flood of memories, some sharp, others hazy, surged behind his eyes, which had widened with the flush that accompanied Will's thoughts; oh, they had done some very dirty things in his room, and in Seth's apartment as well. Things nobody believed Will would ever do, but that's simply because most people didn't know who he really was. If he were a sassier person, he would have smirked, but the facial expression would feel foreign and twisted on his lips. Instead, he did something very Will-like: he blushed like a tomato. No matter how many times he got fucked and adored every second of it, he was never comfortable thinking about the act. It made him nervous; though that's not to say he doesn't like it. In fact, the kid would go batshit crazy (even more so than he already was) if nobody touched him for longer than a couple of months.

Looking up at the tall boy accompanying him, Will shrugged as casually as he could, unlocking the door and letting Seth step inside before closing it behind them. "Umm... I don't know, I-I have Mario Kart... and Super Smash Brothers... D-do you have a preference?" The boy shivered slightly as he realized how cold his room was, grabbing a teal hoodie from his bed and putting it on before realizing that his bare legs were covered in goosebumps. "I-it's freezing in here, do you need a jacket?" he asked sweetly as he turned on his TV and grabbed the Wii remotes, sitting down on the bed and wrapping a blanket around himself.