KISS WITH A FIST. {dorian}

[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry grinned, closing his eyes again as Dorian got fussy yet again. He laced his hands behind his head, shrugging noncommittally and then rolling his eyes. "It means I don't want to tell you, and I'm not going to." He sat up, stretching his hands over his head and then getting off the bed. He didn't bother putting his clothes on, just wandered curiously over to Dorian's desk and started rifling through his things.

"Ugh, stop being such a victim, Dorian. Obviously you didn't do anything wrong." He looked over his shoulder, scoffing a little in contempt. "You're pretty blind if you didn't realize that Marcus is the one with the problem. Problems, actually. He's got a plethora." He rubbed absently at a bruise on the inside of his thigh, wincing a little. "Anyway, I like being difficult, deal with it. The last thing I'm gonna' fucking do is make it alright between you two. I like you both best when you're not talking to each other."

Selfish of him, but wasn't Perry always?

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Dorian watched as Perry got up from the bed and crossed the room. He scowled as the other boy started pulling open draws - of course full of Dorian's underwear. Dorian jumped to his feet and walked up behind the other boy, turning him around and flashing him the sweetest of smiles. Please, Perry. he said quietly, walking his fingers up the other's chest.

He scowled at Perry's next statement and crossed his his arms over his small frame, Look, whatever you say to me isn't going to make me magically run into Marcus' arms and thing will go back to how they were before, nothing will change. he said slowly, dropping his arms to his sides after a moment's pause, I just want to know why he doesn't want to see me anymore. Did he really get bored of me?

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry was unmoved by Dorian's attempts at seducing an answer out of him; he waved the blond off boredly when the other crept in close to him, his interest lying in the assortment of papers and things on Dorian's desk. "Are you in my psychology class?" he asked with some surprise, picking up one of the papers and peering at it.

He glanced back at Dorian. "I know that," he said, tsking lightly. "Anyway, it's not my place or whatever the fuck people say when they're in this situation. Marcus is a prick, you ought to know this shit by now."

He blew out a bored sigh at Dorian's final question and shook his head. "Of course he didn't get bored. He got emotional so he fuckin' ran like he always does."

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Dorian dropped his hands to his sides, half giving up on the whole situation. He shook his head and snatched the paper from Perry's hands, throwing it over his shoulder. What? Oh, er...no I'm not...I don't take psychology...Why do you take psychology?! he exclaimed suddenly, having never thought Perry and that class would mix. But then, Perry probably didn't attend of the lessons anyway.

He suddenly noticed a small black book on the corner of his dressing table - his diary, journal, whatever it was - Perry was not looking through that. As carefully as he could he moved around the other boy and stood in front of the book, trying to distract Perry by pointing to the coke they had left over.

A-are you going to finish that? he asked quickly, flipping some of his long hair over his shoulder, playing with the ends as if he was trying to flirt again. He didn't really know how to react to what Perry had said - Marcus had got emotional? Why did he get emotional? Did I do something wrong?

Dorian shook his head and took a step closer to Perry, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck he stood on the tips of his toes to kiss the other boy on the lips. Pretty please? he asked softly, pressing himself against Perry's bare chest. I'll pay for your drug addiction if you tell me~

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

"Hmm?" said Perry, giving no explanation to his random and somewhat off putting question about psychology. He glanced over at Dorian when the other expressed his surprise at the fact that Perry took that class and grinned. "It's my major, princess," he said dryly. "What else would I major in? English?" He laughed, and then his eyebrow quirked curiously, because of course he'd noticed the way Dorian shifted, and the way Dorian's eyes got the sudden, nervous bunny look they did when he was trying to hide something.

Perry grinned widely and leaned towards the scantily clad boy. "Whatcha' got there?" he purred, peering over the blond's shoulder at the book. "Oooohhh, what's that? A ~diary~?"

Apparently bored of talking about Marcus, he didn't respond to Dorian's questions, instead snatching the diary when Dorian was distracted. He cackled gleefully, bolting across the room and hopping onto the bed. He treated it like a trampoline, jumping up and down and waving the diary like a prize. "Sooooo let's see, where shall we begin." He flipped it open. "December 1st, that seems like a good date~"

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What? No! Don't touch that! Dorian exclaimed, chasing Perry and trying to grab the diary from his hands. He climbed onto the bed, stumbling slightly at Perry's jumping. He tried to grab the book again, falling backwards and ending up where he had been moments before - on his back. If you read that I swear I'll never let you fuck me again, he hissed, reaching forward and grabbing one of Perry's ankles, pulling it with all his strength so the other boy would fall.

Fucking give it to me, he said, getting more and more annoyed with every page that was turned.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry grinned wildly, having once again reverted back to being nine years old, as he often did when he felt like having some "harmless" fun. "Oooh, defensive~" he said, hopping backwards when Dorian lunged for him. "I wonder what secrets could be in this little book~ You know, keeping a journal is never a good idea, you never know whose hands it might fall into~"

He let out a gleeful laugh when Dorian yanked him back onto the bed, naked limbs flying; the diary flew out of his hand across the room and onto the floor. "Shit!" He scrambled, scuttling off the bed after it, still grinning like a loon. "Shut up you'll always fuck me!" he said over his shoulder boldly. "You can't help it, you think I'm ~interesting~"

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Dorian huffed and sat down on the edge of the bed as Perry scrambled to retrieve his diary. Fine, read it. See if I give a shit, he spat, leaing Perry to flick through the pages as he rummaged in his drawers for something a little nicer to wear. He was so used to Perry running around in his birthday suit so the fact the other boy was still naked didn't really bother him.

Dorian just enjoyed dressing up, no matter what the occasion. With his black underwear he added matching stockings and clipped them to a suspender belt. Nice underwear always made him feel good. Slipping on Perry's shirt from the night before he sat back on the bed, legs crossed at the knees as he watched Perry's gleeful expressions, uninterested. Find anything of interest? he asked coolly, Perry was not going to break him. Not yet.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry whipped up the diary again, sticking his tongue out in a moment of great maturity back at Dorian. "That's my shirt," he observed, smirking a little and walking back over to the bed. He flopped down, laughing a little when Dorian's small frame bounced with the movement. "Now, let's see, I wonder if I'm in here." He peeked over the top of the book, raising an eyebrow.

"Am I? And secret sexual fantasies in here? Hmm, Marcus, boring, Marcus... Marcus... Marcus... Ugh, borrringggg..." He flipped through several pages, rolling onto his stomach girlishly as he tried to find something that would interest him more - namely himself.

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You can come and take it from me when you leave, Dorian cooed, loosening up slightly now he was sure Perry was in a good mood. He smiled and had to giggle lightly when the other boy flopped on his bed. He watched as Perry flipped through the pages and then roll onto his stomach. Dorian took that opportunity to climb onto Perry's back and slowly massage the boy's shoulders, his neck and his back. There's a bit about that time we had sex in the jacuzzi, he said, not remembering which part of the diary it was in.

He chucked as Perry skipped through more pages, leaning forward Dorian placed a gentle kiss to the shell of the other's ear, Of course it contains my sexual fantasies, he whispered, blowing cool air into Perry's ear, I have a check list - I still have to get fucked in a movie theatre, in an office, in public and in a changing room - amongst other places, he smiled, sitting up straight again and returning his attention to massaging Perry's shoulders. I think I praised the size of your cock, but had to finally admit I wasn't a princess - heartbreaking I know.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

"It's not too cold out," he replied lazily, still idling through Dorian's diary like a housewife through a trash celebrity magazine. "I probably won't even wear a shirt back." He'd just take a few lines of the cocaine instead; that'd keep him nice and warm for a good hour or two. He didn't seem to mind when Dorian clamored on top of him, grinning a little and rolling his head to the side when the smaller boy started massaging his shoulders.

He laughed at the jacuzzi memory. "You were squirming all over the place, that was definitely the most difficult sex I've ever had," he commented blandly.

He raised his eyebrow at the list of fantasies Dorian named off all of the ways he wanted to have sex and said, "I can help you out with that. Next time you're feeling horny in a dressing room gimme a call. I'll even tell you what I think of your clothes if you want."

He laughed out loud at the mention of his cock and shifted, rolling over and somehow managing to rearrange Dorian so he was still sitting on his hips, only now he could face him. "I knew you had a great respect for my dick," he said triumphantly. "And sure you're a princess, maybe not a very conventional one, but you're sure as hell spoiled enough for the title."

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You could always just stay here tonight, Dorian offered, running his fingers through Perry's messy hair. He didn't want to admit it, but he enjoyed having company - being without Marcus meant it got very lonely at nigh, Dorian had been forced to pull his teddy bear from under the bed and cuddle that instead. Needless to say it wasn't a great substitute.

Dorian blushed and shook his hair out of his eyes as Perry turned beneath him. This is a position we haven't tried in a while, he commented lightly, pressing his lace-covered ass over Perry's bare crotch. I'll take you up on that offer, it's probably be a skirt - for easy access, he said as though he had thought about every tiny detail. Which he had.

He smiled, genuinely this time, when Perry called him a princess. He had always secretly liked the nickname. Leaning down he rested his head on the other boy's chest and moved Perry's hands onto his waist. I'll be your princess, he said softly, tracing patterns over the other's stomach, trying to distract himself from the wave of tiredness that had just hit him.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

"Stay the night? That's a little too domestic, princess," Perry said boredly. There were definitely times when he would catch on to the fact that Dorian didn't despise him nearly as much as he said he did. Perry wondered curiously if it was a complex - always pursuing people you knew were bound to hurt you - and then decided he didn't care, especially because Dorian's ass was seated very neatly right on his crotch.

"You're such a strategic slut, Dorian," he complimented, rolling his eyes and grinning. He let his hands rest lazily on the tops of Dorian's thighs where his fingers played absently with his garters. He yawned, throwing an arm around the other boy when the blond finally lay down on his chest, his pale ear probably picking up the ticking bomb thudding lethargically in Perry's chest.

"You're getting sentimental," he warned, eyes closing comfortably, his emotional pendulum seeming to have settled on neutral for now.

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Dorian closed his eyes, an arm moving over Perry's slim body holding him tightly. I'm not sentimental, he whispered, opening his eyes again and turning so his chin was resting on the other's chest, so he could look at Perry properly. I'm just lonely, he added before settling down again, comforted by Perry's regular breathing and his steady heartbeat.

He sighed and curled up a little closer to Perry, tangling their legs together. He smiled slightly at the way the hair's on Perry's legs felt compared to his own - that had been waxed and shaved religiously since high school. It was comforting, in a weird way it made him feel safer, knowing that Perry was there.

Please, stay. Just this once, he said finally, looking back up at Perry. I'll let you do whatever you want, whenever you want, he added, as if Perry didn't do that already.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

"Sentimental is the pretty version of loneliness," Perry replied dismissively, feeling around with one of his hands for the sheets. He pulled them over the two of them and shifted, making himself comfortable. It looked like he was about to fall asleep; his eyes remained close, face calm, body relaxed. It looked like he'd be sticking around for a nap, at least.

"Don't beg, Dorian," he advised dully. "Besides, you already let me do whatever I want. Or, I do whatever I want and you put up with it because you can't really stop me." He grinned and ruffled the other's blond hair just to be an ass.