Thomas G. Bradley (knightish) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-02-07 21:27:00

WHO; Thomas Bradley and Samuel Harper
WHEN; After dinner, Backdated to Monday
WHERE; Outside, near the Greenhouses
SUMMARY; Someone misses his notebook
RATING; PG
WARNINGS; none at the moment.
STATUS; Incomplete

Thomas, dressed in mere school robes, settled himself comfortably on the grassy Hogwarts grounds just outside the Greenhouses, resting against a tall, old tree as he waited patiently for his 'date', the angst king himself, Samuel Harper. Surely, their exchange in the journals was perhaps the most entertaining than anything he has had in a while. At this thought, a small smile crawled up his lips. The boy was so, excruciatingly uptight and sensitive, that he just couldn't help himself with the sadistic teasing.

Leaning his head back, he fished a pack of cigarettes from his robe pocket, placed the fag between his lips and lit it with his wand. He took a deep drag, feeling a slight pleasant burn in his throat and exhaled, smoke rising from his lips before disappearing completely in the darkness. He checked the watch on his wrist; it read 7pm. He took another drag before his eyes drifted to the door to the Greenhouse. 'He'd better not be late', he thought, taking a notebook out of his bag and placing it comfortably on his lap.

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knightish
2008-02-08 03:51 am UTC (link)

Thomas noted the slight stutter in Sam's words, and couldn't help but smile at the thought of him actually having an effect on the boy. "Right away, sir." he said with a small shake of his head. He took out his wand and quietly got to work on the other's hand; it took mere minutes before Sam's hand was fully healed. "There." Thomas said, surveying his work. "I am so wickedly good at this." Averting his eyes to Sam, he then offered the other his sweetest smile, one that has rendered so many before him incoherent. "Would you mind if I don't give your hand back just yet?" he asked, not at all ashamed of such an odd request. He looked down once again at their joined fingers. Cradling the back of Sam's hand with one hand, he then used the other hand to trace soft circles on the other's palm. "You have such nice hands... you must be not used to labor. Tell me if I'm wrong..."

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samlish
2008-02-08 04:15 am UTC (link)

The moment his hand healed he felt like his cool calm feeling go all over his hand up through himself, and he relax even more, and if they had not been like outside and it was so getting quite cold, he would even have closed his eyes and gotten a little sleepy. For some reason healing things always had that effect on him, it was like it also healed even more than just the cut or the wound. He leaned back more to the tree and he didn't even listen much to Tom, or paid much attention to that his hand was still in the other boy's. No, it was first when he felt the other boy saying that he wouldn't let go off his hand if he didn't mind for a while, and then he felt him starting to touch him with stroking moves over his hand and his palm and all of those moves actually made him relax and sleepy even more, though he did sit up in the last minute and got all stiff and weird uncomfortable, not so much that it was another boy touching him, more that he couldn't, he was too scared to get hurt again. With girls it was another thing, there he could fool around and just be himself, with guys it felt now thanks to Dean and all, more serious and like he would fall for them too, just like Dean and got just as hurt and depressed, and he couldn't handle that one more time, he thought, as he moved his hand away out of Tom's slowly and mumbled.

"You're not wrong.. I'm not born to do labor.. so that is why my hands doesn't have the signs of it.. But hey.. I don't want to touching them even more than you had to because of that!" He said in a annoyed voice and looked down on his hands, he always had been getting comment that he had girly hands, not like tiny, but smaller hands and soft ones, right now he so wanted more manly ones though, so Bradley wouldn't think they were nice.. "You know, if you're gay.. I'm not into that kinda stuff. Never had been, never will be." A few lays couldn't hurt right? If it just lead to the good thing in the end, right..? Yeah, then it was okay, he thought and looked down on his hands yet again, wishing them looked different.

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knightish
2008-02-08 02:38 pm UTC (link)

"I noticed." Thomas said, the smiled never leaving his lips. "No one can have such pretty hands if they overworked them. I bet you haven't touched a cleaning broom all your life."

After watching Harper's almost hurt expression when he retrieved his hand back from him, Tom moved back in mild surprise, raising his hands as if in defeat. "Alright, alright." he started, laughing a bit. "I'll never touch you again, if that's what you want. Bloody hell." He tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment plaguing him, but he came out unsuccessful. Did he say anything wrong? He didn't believe so... "And again, a little act of appreciation would have been nice for healing the little pathetic bruises in your hands."

Something inside Thomas unexpectedly snapped at the other's next words. Though being him, he was able to keep his emotions at bay after one calming breath. "Who said I was expecting you to like me?" he asked, his narrowed eyes turning back to the other as he lit another cigarette. "Were you aware that you just brought up the word 'gay' again? Even when it's completely off topic." he said, taking a drag. He shook his head disapprovingly. "You're pretty obvious, mate, I have to tell you that. If you keep this up, I might fall under the impression that you're -surprise of surprises!- homosexual -or bisexual, if you want to be technical- yourself and are just fucking ashamed of it." he said, not a trace of bitterness or regret in his hard tone. "I find it completely pitiful to live a life that revolved around pretenses and lies. One shouldn't be scared to let everyone know who they are. If you can't be true to yourself, you're nothing." Thomas was usually such a tolerant lad, but sometimes one should know when to draw the line. After his small rant, he heaved a heavy, shaky sigh, feeling his chest suddenly tighten to an almost painful extent. He needed to leave; he could no longer stand being around Harper. Without even saying his farewell's, Tom threw his fag on the grassy floor, retrieved his things before he pushed himself off the ground and made his way back to the castle, one hand clinging onto his heavy chest...

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samlish
2008-02-09 01:16 am UTC (link)

Having someone say stuff like that to him, was not something that happened often to him, and that that person also walked away was just nothing that never happened to him. He sat just there when he started to walk away quickly with his mouth slightly open looking like a damn fool. He closed it suddenly when he couldn't see Tom anymore, and then he looked around, a bit confused on what had just happened. Had that guy some damn reason to blow up like that and tell him all those stuff? No, was Sam's only answer. But then he started to think that maybe he had a point somewhere in that all Ravenclaw smartass babble of his, that had lasted what felt like a freaking whole hour. He got up slowly and stared off where he had just a few minutes ago seen Tom walking away from him, then he started suddenly out of no where to go after him. He didn't see the back of the other boy before they were in the Entrance Hall and he couldn't really call after him there, it was way too many people and they would see and well Sam didn't want them to see him talking to a 'maybe gay bloke' like Bradley. So instead he just got after him until they were in a corridor that was at the moment very empty of people. Quickly he walked up behind him and grabbed one of his arm from behind and then laid on at his waist and pushed him into the closest alcove. Not really knowing what he was doing he pushed him hard into the closest wall in there and pressed himself close to him, getting a hand up and placing a finger to his lips.

"Shh.. I just.." He cut himself off before he had even began talking as he realized what he was doing and how close he was standing and that he actually still had a finger pressed to the other boy's slightly open, in probably surprise and shock, lips. He backed off and let him go, looking embarrassed for a while, before he mumbled out, glancing up at Tom's face in the now pretty dark alcove, as it got darker and darker outside. "I.. I just came back to say, yeah so what.. I might have been bisexual.. But I'm not anymore, so there, Bradley! I don't fake who I am.. I just changed and now I want.. I am straight. I am nothing, just saying. Just fuck.. just stay out of it, and let it be!" He said the last words in a upset voice and backed away a bit even more and he bit his bottom lip and whispered out, maybe too low to Tom to hear, maybe not.. "I just want this damn nightmare to be over.."

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knightish
2008-02-09 02:41 pm UTC (link)

It came as a complete surprise to Thomas that Samuel actually bothered to follow him. The secrecy however, was completely predictable. The ache in his chest seemed to intensify when the other came near, and even more so when he felt the other's soft hands circle around his arm and pulled him in a dark closet. Silently, he followed. He barely had time to express his outrage at having been practically dragged, when he found himself against the wall with warm strong body pressed against him, and impossibly soft fingers pressed against his parted lips. He dared not speak.

The boy seemed troubled, conflicted, that he yearned to comfort him. Still, he couldn't. It wouldn't be... appropriate to do so. "You didn't have to explain anything." he said quietly, shifting his bag on his shoulder, his gaze on the other's features. "I... understand. Surprisingly, I do. I'll stay away, if that's what you want. I never liked dipping my fingers into other people's affairs anyway." He took a step forward, was about to reach for the other when he decided against it. "I... I would just like to apologize if I had been harsh. Perhaps that was a bit out of line for me..." he said, his tone sincere, his eyes averting to the floor.

"But still..." Thomas continued, leaning comfortably back against the wall, a small smirk now on his lips. "...something has left me curious." He reached out a hand and gestured for Sam to walk over to where he was. "Come here."

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samlish
2008-02-11 03:51 am UTC (link)

Being a teenager boy as he was he of course thought a lot about sex, and he hadn't had any for weeks, and that must have been the longest he had gone without since well he started to have it really, which had been a while now. He felt weird and like he missed it a lot, but still he didn't, but every little thing that could set his mind off to that way, and well right now when Tom gestured to him with his hand to get closer and then said 'Come here', just made his teenager boy mind to start thinking of things that could mean, but he quickly shook it off and looked at him, or tried at least it was quite dark in there. Sure, he had just heard Tom said he was sorry for being harsh, but that he hadn't even notice much of, because well his mind didn't work that well right now together with the rest. He didn't move at first when Tom told him to come close to him, he just stood there and stared at him, and then he bit his bottom lip carefully and took the few steps there were between them until he was standing just one or two steps from Tom, blinking in the dark, trying to see Tom, but it was just very hard to see what was showing in the other boy's face in this dark that was here.

"What, Bradley? What left you curious? I won't stand here all day, I have things to do you know and.." He got still for moment and started to think of Dean of all people, he wanted someone, he suddenly felt how much he did want someone more than a shag for one single night, someone to actually sleep next to and cuddle with, and he didn't had that anymore and.. Why the hell did that has to happen to Dean and him? If not, he had at least had a friend in him, a best friend, and who knows maybe even more than that..

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knightish
2008-02-14 12:03 am UTC (link)

A small laugh escaped Thomas as he watched Samuel walk towards him. "And...?" he asked, taking the boy's hand in his and pulling him forward, his grip on him sift at first, then tight to ensure the he wouldn't run away. His voice, however, was soft, soothing. "You've already wasted minutes smoking lout in the grounds..." He placed one hand on the other's waist before he slowly walked forward, pushing Sam back until the other was pressed back against the wall. "I think you can spare me just a few more seconds..." His other hand braced their link hands up, against the cold wood behind him before Thomas smiled deviously at Sam and made to lean slowly forward, bringing his lips closer and closer to the other's...

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