psychoshenanigans | 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.

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[if an ego boost will help him out, Robin does get an eager up-and-down look once he's bare-chested in front of this boy. the smile that spreads across Tek's face is a real one. he has been looking forward to seeing more of his new friend because he likes him. he likes how he looks, how he sounds, how he stands and moves, and he likes the trouble he can cause. and now he's finally getting more of him.

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.]

[Robin does look very nice without a shirt on. puberty was kind to him, perhaps, or whatever regimen he follows for the on-again, off-again sports he plays has really worked out for him in the long run.

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.]

[being loomed over and lavished with appreciative, seemingly-confident affection? yeah, Tek is easy. Robin only has to settle in on his neck for a few seconds before he gets a good, happy writhe out of his friend.

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.]

[there's almost a certain romance to it, after a while. two strangers, exploring each other in the dark, led by a little bit of foolish trust and secure in their mutual recklessness. the poetic framing doesn't make him any more sure of what he's doing--but it's easier to believe, in here, that he won't be punished for trying.

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.]

[so far, all of Tek's feedback has been tactile--the way he can't quite sit still even if he wanted to, his restless hands (and the way those hands feel warmer with each excited minute). but when Robin takes a chance and gets bold, he gets to hear a quick, surprised breath in return.

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.]

[aah, he likes that. he doesn't want to startle him, no, but he wants Tek to have more reasons to bury his pretty face against him. he's glad that the other can't see him smiling like an idiot... though he may be able to hear it in his voice as he moves against him again, murmuring approvingly.

he would purr, if he could.]

[not being the only one making a sound is at least reassuring. he eases into the attention (and his own eager reaction to it) a little easier when he hears the murmur of Robin's voice. he can let his own breath pick up again without self-consciousness.

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.]

[and he likes being in control. had this been another time, he may have bullied for a little more attention--but this is their first time, and he's so happy just to have the chance to feel up another boy who wants it, his own needs can wait.

this is endearing. this is fun. and in doing all of this, he finds the guts to drag his fingers up to the top of Tek's skirt and pick playfully at the hem.]

Can I...?

[it sounds more breathy than he'd meant, but he hardly notices.]

[Tel is completely unwilling to admit how many new elements there are in this whole interaction. someone else taking charge (because they want to be nice, anyway), wrapped up together like a real couple, and now the asking of permission. this is not how things normally go at all. Tek is acutely--and a little anxiously--aware of this fact, even despite the alcohol, but it has been so damn nice that he keeps finding himself compelled to continue.

his face is still tucked away, but he subtly nods. Robin can feel that he's smiling as he answers.]

[of course he asks. he may be a slut, but he strives to be gentlemanly about it. even when he's drunk, he's a chivalrous hook-up. he likes knowing that everyone involved is actually having a good time.

with another long hum of approval teetering off into a quiet laugh, he slides his fingers down under everything... and it feels nice, it really does, even if it also feels a little like he's venturing into something unspeakably forbidden at the same time.

he's done this once before. it's hard not to make comparisons. but if the little hitch in his breath means anything, he likes this time a lot more.]

[it may be society's narrow views that are the real culprit, but "unspeakably forbidden" is still practically Tek's middle name, and he wears it with pride. he can't help but clearly recall how much fight Robin had so recently put up in that movie theater, and it gives this thing a whole additional level of enjoyment.

and here he'd guessed that he would have to be the one to coax things this far, but it turns out that he didn't even have to try.

it's very flattering.

he can't help it--he has to bite him, just a little. his mouth is already there against Robin's neck and he's compelled to express his gratification (as if the other boy couldn't already tell). so, as Robin hears another deep, indulging breath drawn in against his skin, he gets gnawed on as well.]

[so Robin isn't into public displays of affection. or things that would get him kicked out of a theater. so sue him.

he wasn't expecting a bite, of all things--which is funny, because he's the one who's been doing all of the chewing so far. the air of confidence he'd been building up is put on pause as he makes a sound and plunks his head down somewhere around Tek's shoulder. Tek can probably feel the sudden goosebumps all over his skin.]

God. [with a hard stop.]

Edited 2018-05-15 02:47 (UTC)

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