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assuming the dorms have showers/restrooms per dormroom, not communalLiam, hair a darker red than usual and damp from water, strode out of the bathroom. The thick steam from his hot shower only shielded him but briefly before dissipating, leaving the pale pixie naked in the middle of his dorm room before he had time to process that he wasn't alone.When did they assign me a room mate? Ugh, he better not get in the way of my work. The last thing I need is to take my customers somewhere else. Better use the sock-on-doorknob policy. Hands on his hips, he looked over the newcomer, not caring about his nakedness in front of someone he didn't know - he did the very same thing every day after school for money, besides, it was his room, if he wanted to stroll around it in his birthday suit, he would. Besides, he wanted to see how the (mildly) cute boy would react.
Liam rolled his eyes. Kids going to be a buzzkill for sure. His lip twitched, threatening a grin. With a huff, he turned around and began to go through his drawers for some decent clothes. "So you're the poor bastard they stuck with me, huh? I'm Liam." He didn't look back, trying to act as if he didn't really care. Though it was hard. He was rather cute, be Liam refused to let himself forget his one and only rule. Now dressed in plaid boxers and sweatpants, he hoped onto his bed and searched amidst the mess of covers for his textbook physics.
"That's a shame," Liam said with a growing grin as he made no attempt to cover up the fact that he was looking Jameson over. "I wouldn't mind you bothering me." Mentally kicking himself for that comment - he wasn't the one to approach or flirt often, and he was silently stunned at himself for it. Clearing his throat and regathering himself, casting his eyes on anything but the boy's face, he
While disappointing, he was determined to change that. Still, he wouldn't hypnotize his new 'friend' into wanting him as he usually did, not if he'd have to see him daily. "Oh, a shame...a request?" A smile crept across his face. "With a face like that, anything," Liam said with a wink. He was dead-set on getting what he wanted. No one turned down Liam, no one. Well, at least, not when he really wants something. "So, what would that be, James...-eson." He quickly corrected himself.
It was a weird request, not one he was expecting. There was a long pause, unsure of what to say. "Um, haven't you heard of client confidentiality?" Liam said, slightly bothered by what Jameson was asking, for him to share details of his...well, hookups, with him, when they just barely met. Plus, the use of 'need' made it seem pressing and drastic... "I make no promises?" Liam was suddenly in a hurry to put distance between he and Jameson.
His brows furrowed down just the slightest bit more, "It's not mandatory, and I have no means of forcing you to, but it would be nice, if you did." he tried to soften his tone but failed miserably. "But you will know what I mean, if it happens." he glanced at the door, closing his eyes, there was no one listening, good. "The headmistress sends her regards, by the way."
"The headmistress...?" That was odd, sure, the two of them got along, but so 'send her regards' to him through this new student was weird. Maybe he could follow through with Jameson's request, maybe there was more to it than he thought? "Um, okay then." He turned his focus back to his book. A cute, but strange, roommate.
sure. any preference on the guy? I should probably try to collab with a defacto member so someone can try to get Liam to join?
I'll just do a random person, I think I'd prefer an actual defacto member later on, and have him not try to kill Liam, as I feel more could be explored thereCarmichael had agreed to be gentle. That is now how it went. The bed frame rattled, the walls shook, and if it were not for the flimsily held-up spell that locked in all sounds in the room, he was sure the whole hallway could hear his screams of both passion, pleasure, and pain. It would't hold, though. Liam found it hard to concentrate while he was being mercilessly railed by a seemingly angry werewolf. He was new to hate-f*cking, and was concerned about the multitude of scratches, bite-marks, and hickeys Carmichael had left on him - clawmarks across his back and chest, upon his neck along with big bright, bruise-like hickeys, teethmarks on his inner thighs and rear cheeks. With an audible *pop* the knot went in, Carmichael ceased his cruel thrusts, and went still as Liam felt warmth fill him. His head swam as the violent motions stopped, his neck snapping as if someone had slammed on the brakes. "PLEASE tell me we aren't going to be tied like this for hours, dog-boy. My roommate will be home any minuet." All he got out of the wolf was a weak, satisfied whimper. "grrreat..."
Had I forgotten the sock? Cursing himself mentally, he strained to pull himself away from Carmichael. "Carmichael, can you shift back please. He's here. Car? Car-Carmichal!" Kicking the werewolf, who was still in a daze from climaxing, tugged away from Liam. "Don't you DARE ruin my sheets!" The pixie cried. Liam felt a horrid and unnerving sensation of flesh altering within his deeper parts as the boy complied before pulling out. "Ugh, I can't even shower first?" The brunette was sweaty, not that he minded the musk. "Sorry, look, I'll make it up to you later - I don't usually have repeat customers so frequently, but I like you, and you pay well above my ordinary price. You know I'm good on my word. Now hurry up and get dressed before he starts b*tchin' at me."
Glaring at Carmichael as if to say 'See, I told you so,' Liam rolled out of bed, still naked (Jameson had already seen him naked, and Liam didn't care enough to dress), and unlocked the door. Opening it half way, and gesturing Jameson inside. Carmichael was struggling to put on his pants over his sneakers, and his bright neon orange boxer briefs stood out like a sore thumb. This should be fun.
Liam grunted when he was pushed, and made an audible hiss at Jameson. "This is why you have no friends," He muttered beneath his breath. Carmichael, still shirtless and pants undone, looked at Liam in confusion. Liam hastily shoved the werewolf out of the dorm room. "This was fun, let's do it again sometime soon, kay, bye," and proceeded to slam the door in the shifter's face before he could protest about leaving behind his favorite t-shirt. Must he always be such a rude nightmare?
Yes, yes you do. I'll give you chance to act more...human. Angel, more like cold emotionally cut off robot with trust issues. Were everyone native to this realm like this? "What even is that you are working on?" He never understood Jameson's hobby - he never asked before because he was certain Jameson would just tell him to leave him along, but it was so odd he needed to know. Just what was he up to?
"Denali Portermount? Isn't she...like...a princess or something? How can she be treasonous?" Liam wasn't sure why a student had any right to 'open an investigation,' into a royal, none the less. Jameson was just another Addermire student, right? Portermount didn't have, like, teen FBI, did they?
I'm hoping for someone to collab w and try to recruit Liam, so don't tell him what Defacto is/stands for just yetLiam shrugged, not entirely interested anymore. He had come to the most rational conclusion: his roommate was crazy. He just had to be. He was the same age as Liam was, he couldn't be a spy or an investigator or anything. It just was too out there for Liam.
"Ew, politics. Well, have fun...whatever it is you are doing." Liam proceeded to go shower quickly before dressing himself in a fishnet mesh shirt and sparkly short shorts, with cute Adidas any sneakerhead would fawn over.
Feeling eyes on him, Liam had glanced over and caught eyes with Jameson, and flashed him a cheeky grin. "I'm going to be home late, don't wait up." He'd be so cute if he weren't so weird, Liam thought. Still, he could respect his preference for being called his name, Jameson, opposed to James or Jamie, just as he himself hated William or Willie, though he'd let his family call him 'Will' for the sake of "Will of the Wisp." Liam hoped tonight would be a good crowd, which meant lots of money and lots of potential 'VIP room' customers.
"I work at a strip club in Syracuse." Liam said matter-of-factly, wondering why now Jameson was interested in his nightly activities. "I pole dance, take off my clothes, and, occasionally, bed customers." He shrugged, "Everyone has their talents, this is mine." He wasn't ashamed of what he was good at, even if his family might be. Someone had to work in the adult entertainment business, needs had to be met. Just as sales clerks and burger flippers were necessary, so was his profession.
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