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phrasemuffin) wrote2008-07-06 08:30 pm
phrasemuffin) wrote2008-07-06 08:30 pm
In the image of a Goblin...
... in which David tells a story.
An Odd First
I can't believe I did it. Last night. My First. My First boy. A guy I've been seeing at the clubs a lot lately, speaking to a bit. I think I might have seen him on campus once or twice, too... but that's not really the point, is it?! I just lost my virginity!!
Well, actually, yeah, it was last night, but I'm still here. I'm still lying in bed with him. It's still dark. He's still sleeping. I'm just watching his chest rise and fall, just breathing him in. I can't believe I'm here. Right here. He looks so good. Even better now, at six, than he did last night. How?! He has perfect hair, even his bed hair is gorgeous. I hate that about him, but, you know, in a good way. In a really good way. Fuck, in such a good way that I'm smiling, almost giggling, at the fact that I hate him for his gorgeous hair. ARGH! I JUST LOST MY VIRGINITY!! And to Perfect Hair With Blue Eyes! Huzzah!!
Good god he smells good.
I have no idea how I'm going to get out of here, though. Not that I want to leave; god I'd stay here all day, all week if I could. But... I shouldn't. I have to get home. How am I going to sneak out though? I mean, not sneak from him, but around his family? I think someone's already awake... sounds like his dad from the footfall; sounds like my dad, actually. It probably wasn't the best idea to fall asleep afterwards, eh? Whoops. But... so comfortable, so warm, so snuggly...
FUCK it's seven already! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!! Eyes at attention. Where the hell is that alarm of his? Turn it OFF!
"Mmmmornin'." He's stirring. He's turning to face me. He's smiling. He remembers! Thank god. Eyes closing a little. I couldn't have been too awkward for him to be smiling like that... could I? Who cares! He's waking up next to me and smiling! With perfect hair and perfect blue eyes and
"Jake? It's time to get ready for uni! Get up. Don't make me come in there again!" Oh god Jake's Mum please stop knocking on the door and please please oh fucking christ please don't come in! We'll bond over Not Being Morning People later, Jake, just get up so she doesn't come in.
"'M comin', 'm comYAAAAAW Aaaw awwn comin'" He isn't. He's falling back to sleep. Fuck.
"Jake? Jake?" I can't do more than whisper and prod him in the dark, but he's stirring again.
"Ok, I'm coming in!" Fuck! His mum! I'm naked. And he's naked. And he's practically holding me. And I can't hide beneath the sheets because I'm not FUCK SHE'S COMING IN.
Thank god; Jake's eyes are finally wide open. I'm giving him a look that says 'cover me!', and in a fraction of a second his eyes are focusing, comprehending and he's springing to action. He's rolled over, propped himself up on his right arm between me and his mum, and I assume he's looking at her. Has he done this stunt before?
"I'm up!"
Thank god she can only see about half the bed from where she is in the doorway, or she'd be seeing my legs next to his down the bottom of the bed. Just in case though, I've got my eyes closed tight in the completely ridiculous hope that if I can't see anything, she can't see me. I don't care how stupid that is, I can not, will not let my First Boy be ruined by his mother finding us and kicking me out before I have a chance to get my pants on.
I guess she's ok with that reply... she seems to be going. Yep, door's closing. I'm going to open my eyes now.
Oh my god.
What the fuck is on his back?
He's starting to roll back.
"Don't move..." I'm still whispering, I'm not an idiot, even if I'm seeing the impossible.
He stops.
"What? You like me better from this angle?" Looking over his shoulder in the corner of my eye.
"Yeah... sure..." I'm looking over what I can see on his back.
"Seriously, what? Do I have something on my back?" Apparently he doesn't know. He's reaching for it but
"You... you don't know? I mean, it sort of... I mean... you don't know? You don't know what this is?" Apparently he can't listen and get his arm around his back at the same time. I'm tracing what I can see. A big gold circle like a tattoo on his back. Except it's not a tattoo; it is a circle of gold. On his back. Or in his back. Or both? Is his back
"What?... Quit it, I'm ticklish
"No. Seriously. There's... like... ok, well there's... a ring on your back, where my finger went...." No reply, but he's cocked his head further 'round; he's listening. "... and then it sort of... well, it sort of hurts to look at, coz it's sort of only half there, and the other half is... um, but, there's... a... design? A pattern. Something. From the ring to the middle... and..." Hestitating. Stalling. How do I say this without sounding like a freak?
"What? What's there?" Is that fear? Fuck. Never going to speak to me again. Let alone last night. Great; first and last. Perfect hair. Blue eyes. That smell...
"Well... it's..." Fuck, why did I say anything? Great; now my voice is catching. Just what we need. "... there's a hole. A key hole."
An Odd First
I can't believe I did it. Last night. My First. My First boy. A guy I've been seeing at the clubs a lot lately, speaking to a bit. I think I might have seen him on campus once or twice, too... but that's not really the point, is it?! I just lost my virginity!!
Well, actually, yeah, it was last night, but I'm still here. I'm still lying in bed with him. It's still dark. He's still sleeping. I'm just watching his chest rise and fall, just breathing him in. I can't believe I'm here. Right here. He looks so good. Even better now, at six, than he did last night. How?! He has perfect hair, even his bed hair is gorgeous. I hate that about him, but, you know, in a good way. In a really good way. Fuck, in such a good way that I'm smiling, almost giggling, at the fact that I hate him for his gorgeous hair. ARGH! I JUST LOST MY VIRGINITY!! And to Perfect Hair With Blue Eyes! Huzzah!!
Good god he smells good.
I have no idea how I'm going to get out of here, though. Not that I want to leave; god I'd stay here all day, all week if I could. But... I shouldn't. I have to get home. How am I going to sneak out though? I mean, not sneak from him, but around his family? I think someone's already awake... sounds like his dad from the footfall; sounds like my dad, actually. It probably wasn't the best idea to fall asleep afterwards, eh? Whoops. But... so comfortable, so warm, so snuggly...
FUCK it's seven already! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!! Eyes at attention. Where the hell is that alarm of his? Turn it OFF!
"Mmmmornin'." He's stirring. He's turning to face me. He's smiling. He remembers! Thank god. Eyes closing a little. I couldn't have been too awkward for him to be smiling like that... could I? Who cares! He's waking up next to me and smiling! With perfect hair and perfect blue eyes and
"Jake? It's time to get ready for uni! Get up. Don't make me come in there again!" Oh god Jake's Mum please stop knocking on the door and please please oh fucking christ please don't come in! We'll bond over Not Being Morning People later, Jake, just get up so she doesn't come in.
"'M comin', 'm comYAAAAAW Aaaw awwn comin'" He isn't. He's falling back to sleep. Fuck.
"Jake? Jake?" I can't do more than whisper and prod him in the dark, but he's stirring again.
"Ok, I'm coming in!" Fuck! His mum! I'm naked. And he's naked. And he's practically holding me. And I can't hide beneath the sheets because I'm not FUCK SHE'S COMING IN.
Thank god; Jake's eyes are finally wide open. I'm giving him a look that says 'cover me!', and in a fraction of a second his eyes are focusing, comprehending and he's springing to action. He's rolled over, propped himself up on his right arm between me and his mum, and I assume he's looking at her. Has he done this stunt before?
"I'm up!"
Thank god she can only see about half the bed from where she is in the doorway, or she'd be seeing my legs next to his down the bottom of the bed. Just in case though, I've got my eyes closed tight in the completely ridiculous hope that if I can't see anything, she can't see me. I don't care how stupid that is, I can not, will not let my First Boy be ruined by his mother finding us and kicking me out before I have a chance to get my pants on.
I guess she's ok with that reply... she seems to be going. Yep, door's closing. I'm going to open my eyes now.
Oh my god.
What the fuck is on his back?
He's starting to roll back.
"Don't move..." I'm still whispering, I'm not an idiot, even if I'm seeing the impossible.
He stops.
"What? You like me better from this angle?" Looking over his shoulder in the corner of my eye.
"Yeah... sure..." I'm looking over what I can see on his back.
"Seriously, what? Do I have something on my back?" Apparently he doesn't know. He's reaching for it but
"You... you don't know? I mean, it sort of... I mean... you don't know? You don't know what this is?" Apparently he can't listen and get his arm around his back at the same time. I'm tracing what I can see. A big gold circle like a tattoo on his back. Except it's not a tattoo; it is a circle of gold. On his back. Or in his back. Or both? Is his back
"What?... Quit it, I'm ticklish
"No. Seriously. There's... like... ok, well there's... a ring on your back, where my finger went...." No reply, but he's cocked his head further 'round; he's listening. "... and then it sort of... well, it sort of hurts to look at, coz it's sort of only half there, and the other half is... um, but, there's... a... design? A pattern. Something. From the ring to the middle... and..." Hestitating. Stalling. How do I say this without sounding like a freak?
"What? What's there?" Is that fear? Fuck. Never going to speak to me again. Let alone last night. Great; first and last. Perfect hair. Blue eyes. That smell...
"Well... it's..." Fuck, why did I say anything? Great; now my voice is catching. Just what we need. "... there's a hole. A key hole."
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Yeah, not real, even the stuff before the key hole bit. There's a lot of me in the character though - the constant "oh fuck now this?!"-type thoughts, Bonding Over Not Being Morning People and what not. And I'm glad you found it Real enough to think the first bit had actually maybe happened though - that's sort of what I was going for with the whole 'as I think it' style, to better contrast the end.
:D