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psychoshenanigans2018-05-06 05:48 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in psychoshenanigans2018-05-06 05:48 pm
HIGHSCHOOL // AU
This shit has practically become its own canon so here's a post pulling it all together.
1) Robin and Tek meet at a party, get drunk, play gay-chicken in a closet, get kicked out of said party, and then have a weird sleepover at Robin's house.
2) They wake up in the middle of the night because Tek has to puke, but Robin is nice about it and the two of them fall back asleep.
3) They meet up again after school, and Robin "invites" Tek out to go eat at Danny's and see a movie.
3) At the movies, hilarity ensues.
ALSO THIS STUFF (not in chronological order yet):
https://psychoshenanigans.dreamwidth.org/13202.html?thread=947346#cmt947346
https://psychoshenanigans.dreamwidth.org/17522.html#cutid1
Also notes for the canon:
Robin's parents are divorced; his biological dad is not brought up much. His step-father is doing work abroad and has brought many of Robin's step-siblings with him. Robin was left behind to finish his education and he's been bitter about it ever since. His aunt swings by to take care of him, feed him, make sure he's doing okay, etc., and his mom Skypes with him at least a couple of times a week.
Also his teenage name is "Robin Redmond", lol.
1) Robin and Tek meet at a party, get drunk, play gay-chicken in a closet, get kicked out of said party, and then have a weird sleepover at Robin's house.
2) They wake up in the middle of the night because Tek has to puke, but Robin is nice about it and the two of them fall back asleep.
3) They meet up again after school, and Robin "invites" Tek out to go eat at Danny's and see a movie.
3) At the movies, hilarity ensues.
ALSO THIS STUFF (not in chronological order yet):
https://psychoshenanigans.dreamwidth.org/13202.html?thread=947346#cmt947346
https://psychoshenanigans.dreamwidth.org/17522.html#cutid1
Also notes for the canon:
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[he's fussy about having his arm taken, too. he's a grown-ass teenager who can handle his liquor and doesn't need to be steadied.
...though, he does kind of snag Robin's hand and refuses to let go as the other boy leads the way.]
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[fine, he gets the picture--even as his heart flutters, a little, at getting to wrap his fingers around Tek's lovely hand and lead him around.]
You really don't like that "princess" thing, huh...
[a little weird for a dude in a skirt, but Robin is hardly going to push it. he's busy leading them through the house, down the hallway, and up to his room. they had just been up here the night before. it's strange--no one is ever in his house, and here comes Tek, getting to crash here for the second time in a row.]
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[--which he probably would not have just snarked back with if he'd been sober. and (luckily for everyone) he's probably not going to remember it later, given how it leaves his mouth easily and doesn't seem to really make a dent in his mood as it goes. with how he tends to sink with a vengeance whenever something upsets his fun even a little bit, it's clear that liquor is evening things out.
he even gets happily distracted with sliding his stocking-feet along the slippery hardwood floors as he follows Robin. he's fine, and Robin gets an honest answer for free.]
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[it's the sound of regret for having brought it up. good to know. Tek's honesty, however intoxicated, rewards him with Robin noting not to ever call him a princes in the future.
they walk in on Robin's room, which is much the same as it was the night before. stacks of books, some piles of clothes, a large bed, black walls. on the way in, Robin turns on his heel and tugs Tek close enough for another kiss.]
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it's a smart move. it suddenly brings him right back to the moment and he does that cute thing that girls do, out of habit--letting his shoulders fall and his whole body kind of slinking demurely up against Robin. this one is definitely an automatic reaction to being caught and kissed. this one has happened plenty of times.
it's a reaction that takes zero thought, and he doesn't have to spend time thinking about the fact that they're in a bedroom. it's perfect. he lets himself dive into the kiss before he can overthink a single thing.]
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so he keeps them by the door, wrapping an arm around his waist, taking a minute to just enjoy feeling the slender form against him and be tickled by how short he is without heels on. he smiles into the kiss as he thinks about it. they don't have to go anywhere--maybe the two of them can just make out in the doorway the whole night.]
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Tek leans into him like a girl, with his weight perched to the side, all in the hips. An arm sneaks up onto shoulders, fingers with nice nails go into Robin's hair.
he won't have to think about whatever is going to come next and who exactly he's with until playing nice isn't enough anymore. Tek only has so much patience for that... and when it runs out, he's compelled to start restlessly picking at the hem of Robin's shirt to get a hand underneath.]
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he pulls back in surprise--a moment of weakness--quickly trying to calculate the risks in standing there and letting this happen, verses making a move in return. he risks looking too eager if he does, but risks looking like a punk-bitch if he doesn't.
caught between a rock and a... hard place, one could say. and it's making it very hard to do math.]
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the best defense is a good offense. or something.
Robin flinches and Tek grins. he pauses long enough for that look to sink in, before he slinks up against Robin again (much more intentionally this time), looking up through pretty, lowered lashes as he makes another move for Robin's shirt.
originally, he'd been planning on mindlessly going for Robin's chest, but his plans have been changed for him. it's out of his hands, really. after a balk like that, he just has to play with Robin's waistband instead. he doesn't have a choice.]
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he is certainly not against the attention, sidling back against his new friend and leaning pretty pointedly into the fingers playing at his waist. and maybe because of how sudden it is, he laughs--a little startled, but not at all ready to stop.
fine, if Tek wants to play, he'll play. smirking back now that the game is on, he slides ons of his own hands under the hem of Tek's shirt to brush over his side... while the other hand goes wandering downward, running back and forth over Tek's hip before landing lower.
he's been admiring Tek's ass since yesterday, after all. might as well get a grab in, if they/re being so friendly.]
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and at just about this same time, as everyone is all smiles and daring and putting forth the best looks of confidence that they have... Tek's facade slips as he gives out an undignified little yelp.
it's not about the ass-grab, however. he pretty much lives for those and had been looking forward to finally provoking Robin into something like that. judging by the direction that he flinches away from... it's about his side.
Tek might be a little bit ticklish.]
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[tickle you? did he just tickle Tek?
(nevermind that Robin's hand is still on his ass. it's very comfortable. he has no plans to move it.)]
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and he'll kiss him again, just to be thorough about it. he might be drunk and having general trouble focusing, but his aim is still very good. this is someone who is pretty practiced at sneaking in and landing a kiss on someone when they may or may not be expecting it, so he hunts Robin down again fast.
pull him close, kiss him hard, let him continue to grab your ass. that is Tek's plan.]
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he laughs into the kiss, forcing a little bit of space, enough to croon out:] Are you ticklish...?
[he doesn't tickle him again, bringing the offending hand to rest against Tek's lower back while he grinds almost teasingly against him--but the question still hangs in the air.]
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as if someone unplugs him from his power source, or maybe goes in and suddenly removes his whole spine, he slumps into Robin with a defeated groan. he's suddenly heavy with the weight of melodrama--which also conveniently leaves him pressing back against Robin almost pleadingly. like he's trying to will Robin to get distracted again and just forget things with his whole body.]
Ugh, I said shut up...
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Okay, okay, come on...
[he chuckles again, a little, but gives Tek a little tug in the direction of the bed, hoping that he'll stand on his own two girly feet before Robin has to resort to dragging him.]
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he even steps forward to be the first one to reach the bed. pushing forward past the moment as quickly as he can, he pivots on his heel when he gets there so that he can flop backward onto the mattress like a pretty, dead body. hopefully Robin isn't in the habit of keeping any books or other uncomfortable objects on his bed, or they might get landed on.
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Robin goes to follow, but stops at the edge of the bed... because he made the mistake of looking at Tek, and he can't help but gaze over him for a moment, having a clear view of all of him without the haze of alcohol in the way.
he's pretty, and Robin likes that. a lot. of all the boys he could catch and keep for his own, he supposes this one really is the best he could have asked for--personality aside. he couldn't explain why he finds him so attractive, and he's sure a psychologist would have a field day with that fact... but a funny little smile comes over his face as the fact that he has a boyfriend finally sinks in for him like it did for Tek a good ten, maybe twenty minutes ago.
he can't believe he's doing this, but he reaches down and peels his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor to join the other piles of discarded clothes. he doesn't hesitate to crawl over to him after that, resting over him and looking for another kiss.]
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it's all there on his face when Robin crawls over to meet him. and there's definitely another kiss waiting for him too--both arms reaching to capture him when he gets there.]
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but his confidence goes a long way too. even though he has no idea what he's doing, settles around until he's very comfortable, humming contently as he finds a little gratifying friction between the two of them. being the one on top is kind of a turn-on in and of itself; he bullies with his face until he can get at Tek's neck again, trailing his lips down his skin in the hopes of getting him to squirm again like he did last time.]
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still having a good buzz going, and now mostly wrapped up in the dark, it doesn't take much for Tek to float away from the potential awkwardness of reality again. at least for now, while he doesn't have anything to look at, no gazes to be pinned with, the other senses can take over.
he likes touch. his hands are busy--dragging light nails along the other boy's neck, brushing through his hair, feeling over the shapes of his chest, his ribs. and, when he's really growing to appreciate the weight on top of him, one hand settles on Robin's lower back and compulsively hugs him closer.]
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the feeling of wandering hands is almost rhythmic, and he reciprocates by moving against him, starting to find a rhythm of his own. a hand slides under Tek's shirt, purposefully wandering up and down along his chest--his flat, male chest, something that feels refreshing and simple and strangely comforting to him--and it's enough to distract him from kissing entirely. for a moment, his head rests against that wonderful chest as he loses him focus between his hips and his hand.
though that hand quickly slides down between the both of them, running over Tek's front as Robin suddenly decides he'd rather explore something more intimate.]
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and the best part is, it's an accident. as soon as Tek hears himself, he gives himself away by compulsively turning his face into the crook of Robin's neck.
Robin must have caught him off guard. he must somehow not have been expecting that right then... but he's not following it up with a complaint.]
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he would purr, if he could.]
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and, it does. he keeps his face hidden right where it is, so Robin can feel when he pulls in a bigger, warmer breath as his focus gets caught up on the movement of the other boy's hand. his own doting starts to slow down as he gets distracted.
he doesn't mean to let his own rhythm start to fall apart... but it feels really nice.]
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