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ax_mainJean-Paul, Simon, and Warren work on clearing the air between them.
Jean-Paul would have preferred to give Simon more space. Like, at least a courtesy day to unwind after outing himself. But... well, given that they were roommates, it wasn't really possible. So the next best thing was just to get it all out in the open.
So he went out to get something to eat with Warren, because they were both starving and Warren was practically begging to be allowed to do something sweet for him. Then he texted Simon about clearing the air. Or rather, that they really needed to.
Simon stared at the text over a bowl of meat loaf and mac and cheese from the cafeteria, frowning. He'd really hoped to avoid the two of them for maybe the next day, or fifty. But no, Jean-Paul was his roommate, which was the whole problem to begin with. Breathing out a quiet sigh, he sent out a careful reply that he was available as needed. Which, after sending, he realized sounded like some kind of prostitute's line.
Annoyed, he stood and tossed his food in the trash, then headed up to their room.
Warren walked side by side with Jean-Paul, toting another few bottles of Gatorade as they beat Simon to the room. "Mostly I just wanna make him feel not-weird about it. Because he's gonna feel weird." Otherwise, Warren wouldn't really see the point of this, but... well, it was Simon.
Of course, he was effectively JP's bitch for the foreseeable future, so whatever JP wanted, he'd get. But still.
"That would be the big thing," Jean-Paul agreed. "But I also want to know if this is going anywhere from here, or if it was a one-time thing."
Warren was about to say he hoped they could do it again, but bit it off and nodded instead. For one, he was in deep enough shit and didn't want to sink any deeper, and for another, if JP wasn't interested, he wouldn't even ask the question. "Cool. I brought some Gatorade for an ice breaker." He smiled. "Hey, we partied like rockstars last night, how's the hangover, wanna hook up again?"
Jean-Paul snorted and let them both into the room to wait for Simon. "Maybe in words less likely to send him running for the hills? But essentially."
"Yeah, good call." Warren belly-flopped onto Jean-Paul's bed, ruffling his wings and stretching them out before tucking them up again.
Simon opened the door and took a step in before seeing them there. He closed the door, ducking his head to try to keep the flush off of his cheeks. It was such a similar situation as to the night before that he almost wished his head was still pounding to give him some reason not to be embarrassed by them.
"Hey." Jean-Paul was seated at his desk and was fully clothed this time, so that was at least one difference. "We decided to wait up for you so we can pull the band-aid off all at once. Cool?"
And Warren even had a tank top on. He looked up at Simon and smiled hopefully.
"Oh, let's do," Simon sighed sarcastically, moving to drop down onto the ottoman under his bed. "I've been doing that a lot lately."
"I know it's shitty timing," Jean-Paul agreed. "But the alternative seems to be you and me avoiding eye-contact for the next week or so. And I really would rather not have that hanging between us. Whether or not you believe it, I do like you."
Warren nodded in agreement. "You killed it with that post, by the way. But yeah. Me too. Why make something so awesome feel awkward, you know?"
Simon eyed them both with a fair amount of suspicion. It hadn't seemed so good that morning. "Forgive me for being blunt, but this morning, it didn't even seem as though you knew what you were to each other, let alone where I fit in. And fun or not, my entrance has only complicated things. For that, I...can't apologize enough. I consider you both...well, I suppose the first real friends I've had in a long time. I never meant to complicate or injure that relationship. It seems I have some thinking to do about my sexuality, but that needn't concern you."
"Okay, I'm gonna come back to the other stuff, but first, this morning--that's not us." Warren shared a look with Jean-Paul. "We've talked about it before, and again today, and we're cool. That was just me being a fucking dumbass because my mother pushes my buttons. I'm really sorry about that."
"Shockingly, I'm not at my best either when I get blindsided first thing in the morning after my first time," Jean-Paul added, forcing the words to sound casual. "But you don't owe us an apology, Simon. You haven't injured anything, and we're all equally complicit in that particular complication."
Simon glanced over at Jean-Paul. Yes. He'd caught that - even being as hungover as he was. But he looked back at Warren right away. "I'm glad that you two worked it out."
"You know how it goes." Warren smiled, knowing damn well Simon could understand his parental issues better than even Shinobi. With one last look of apology at Jean-Paul--because yeah, he was perfectly aware of the relative sexual experience levels in the room, thanks. "But seriously, that was all on me, and sorry for making it weird. Weirder. I guess it was always gonna be weird.
"But, I mean, we *are* friends." He looked between them, meaning both. "That's what made it... worth the complication." Okay, that and the orgasms. But. Still. More fun with people you gave a shit about--and who gave a shit about you. So much more fun.
Jean-Paul snorted a quiet laugh. "Yes, that would have gone a lot differently if we hadn't at least been friendly. No regrets here. And... well, firstly, we want to make sure you're OK."
"Let's be honest," Simon motioned toward them. "You're the ones who got most of the action. I just fed off of...oh. You mean my head? Yes, the migraines have died down."
"Well is your head okay *and* was the actual sexy part okay, but--wait migraines?" Warren's wings twitched, half extended behind him mid lazy stretch.
Simon flinched a little. "It's...a byproduct of my power. I used to get them every time I touched someone. Now, it's only when I push my power too much. Not...that I'm complaining."
Jean-Paul glanced at Warren. "I'm guessing that was a 'yes' on the sex parts." Then back to Simon, "Just so long as we're all OK with each other. I don't want you feeling like we were using you for a cheap thrill or something."
Warren was still processing the migraine thing, but... you know, if you were gonna inflict one of those on yourself, what a way to go, right? "Yeah, totally. And you're not a complication. You're awesome. Like, a close friend--and also hot." Warren smiled brightly, there.
"Understood," Simon gave a short nod, though he ignored the compliment about any level of attractiveness. Jean-Paul and Warren had worked out their differences, and their collective friendship was secure. Nevermind that Simon was now infected with a longing that he hadn't had before - with something that would no doubt disrupt his research and his studies. That wasn't their fault. It was simply nature and hormones at work, as annoying and distracting as that might be. "Your conscious is clean."
Jean-Paul blinked, then sighed heavily. He propped his chin on his fist. "Do they offer special classes here on how to be a jackass? Because I thought I was in the honors course, but you keep shooting right past me. We're not here because of guilty consciences, we're here because we give half a damn about your reclusive ass. And because we want to know if this was a one time thing or not."
Warren, meanwhile, was trying not to laugh. "Simon. You're doing it again."
Simon frowned. This time, in blatant confusion. What was he doing to be an ass? "I...don't understand. What is it you're asking?"
Warren bent his knees to kick his feet in the air between his wings, still trying not to laugh. Oh, Simon... why are you like this, bro? "It's not a question. Just, when someone expresses affection and concern, it's uuuuuuusually good form not to imply they're doing it just because they feel bad. Also, our consciences weren't exactly burdened. Did I mention that was awesome? It was awesome."
Jean-Paul tossed a pencil at Warren. "This idiot keeps going on about your talented hands."
"That's not unusual," Simon pointed out, thinking of Tamara. Yet, he was still frowning in confusion. "So are you asking for it to happen again?"
The pencil smacked Warren in the face, and the laugh finally escaped him. "Hey, you know how my wings are!"
He focused on Simon then, though, trying to school his face. This was srs bznss okay. "Not asking for it, exactly. Just wondering if you're interested or if you'd prefer, like, no future invites to the party." He looked to JP for confirmation.
Jean-Paul nodded. "More or less. Or if you'd like to issue an invitation yourself once in a while."
"And you just want my hands?" Simon asked. And why the hell did his stomach feel upset? It was a new...and really uncomfortable feeling.
"The offer is open to any parts you feel like sharing," Jean-Paul said dryly. "Simon, is it really so hard to believe that we actually find you attractive? Like, as a whole package?"
Warren was literally facepalming. "Your brain, dude. Your brain, too." Even if you make me facepalm.
The feeling in his stomach was just growing, making Simon irritable and annoyed. He couldn't help but reach up and pinch at the bridge of his nose, staving off what felt like possibly another headache coming on. "Look," he said, staring down at the floor, rather than at them, "you have each other. I don't know why you would need me, no matter how attractive my hands or brain are. While I find myself embarrassingly attracted to you both, I don't really feel like being a third wheel, or a fling when you're horny. I enjoyed last night - far more than I've ever enjoyed anything in my life - but I don't really want to feel like I'm being used."
Oh shit, this was going south. There were feelings coming out of Simon right then, and if Warren knew Simon--which he was sure he did, to some extent--that was painful. Warren pushed himself up off the bed and went to the ottoman, nudging Simon's leg aside and sitting right next to him, thigh against thigh, but no skin on skin. He put a hand on Simon's back and his wings made an accidental backdrop for them. "Hey, dude, no. It's not like that.
"You know as much about me as he does, and I'm guessing that goes for you two too?" He glanced up at Jean-Paul. "I like... feeling close to you. I didn't know that could happen with two people at once before. I don't know how to say it. It didn't feel like us and you last night, you know what I mean? Felt like everything was on the level, and I liked it."
Simon dealt in facts. Even his power dealt in facts. Exact measurements. Realities. This? He had no comparison - no way to measure the amount of affection that was in the room, from either of them. Certainly more from Warren, but that was understandable, given Jean-Paul's background and likely difficulty in expressing affection. If he touched one of them, he could probably get a reading for their attraction level - but then, he'd done that the night before, so it likely hadn't changed much. He knew they were attracted to him. Affection was something different, and he was well aware that no matter how attractive he might be, he was still an ass. Or, at least, came across as one, like it or not.
God, if only River were there. She understood these things with much more ease than he did. He found himself looking up at Jean-Paul, searching his face for some indication that he was on the same page as Warren, at least.
Jean-Paul looked away for a moment, trying to put things into words. "You... can probably guess, I like to know what's mine, right? Trust issues and shit. Warren and I aren't planning wedding vows or anything, but... it's hard not to want to but a claim on him every time someone else touches him. Even if I know it's just friendly. And... I don't get like that with you. Not as more than a game." He looked away again, rubbing the back of his neck. "I trust you, OK? With him and with me. If I didn't, last night wouldn't have happened. "
Warren was so proud of Jean-Paul, he beamed up at him for a moment before returning his attention to Simon. "No one's trying to talk you into anything you don't want. Just want you to know how it is."
Affection from Warren, and trust from Jean-Paul. It at least made Simon feel less like a powered sex toy. He gave a small nod. "Okay."
"De rein." Jean-Paul was at his side in a moment. He brushed a kiss over Simon's check, a fraction of a second flutter over his skin. "So. Here we are. Any plans for the rest of the evening?"
"Ugh, still hungover." Warren smiled at the kiss. Should that make him feel jealous? Should any of this? It didn't--he'd never felt jealous in his life, though, so maybe it just wasn't in him? All he really wanted was to see these two idiots happy and be allowed to be happy near them.
Whatever. It'd all work out.
Warren stood, careful to tuck his wing in so it didn't knock Simon off the ottoman, and grabbed a Gatorade from below the foot of JP's bed. "Gatorade, actual Netflix, and actual chill?"
Simon wasn't really sure how to feel about the kiss either. It certainly filled in some gaps in his 'Affection-Meter'. Maybe he wasn't the ass he thought he was. Or maybe it was just a pity kiss. Either way, he eyed the Gatorade and glanced toward his laptop. He really should have been getting ahead on his reading for class. But then again, he was a week ahead already, and in any case, his first class wasn't until Tuesday. Also, his head still felt like it had split open and lost half of its contents. "What's on Netflix?"
Jean-Paul would have preferred to give Simon more space. Like, at least a courtesy day to unwind after outing himself. But... well, given that they were roommates, it wasn't really possible. So the next best thing was just to get it all out in the open.
So he went out to get something to eat with Warren, because they were both starving and Warren was practically begging to be allowed to do something sweet for him. Then he texted Simon about clearing the air. Or rather, that they really needed to.
Simon stared at the text over a bowl of meat loaf and mac and cheese from the cafeteria, frowning. He'd really hoped to avoid the two of them for maybe the next day, or fifty. But no, Jean-Paul was his roommate, which was the whole problem to begin with. Breathing out a quiet sigh, he sent out a careful reply that he was available as needed. Which, after sending, he realized sounded like some kind of prostitute's line.
Annoyed, he stood and tossed his food in the trash, then headed up to their room.
Warren walked side by side with Jean-Paul, toting another few bottles of Gatorade as they beat Simon to the room. "Mostly I just wanna make him feel not-weird about it. Because he's gonna feel weird." Otherwise, Warren wouldn't really see the point of this, but... well, it was Simon.
Of course, he was effectively JP's bitch for the foreseeable future, so whatever JP wanted, he'd get. But still.
"That would be the big thing," Jean-Paul agreed. "But I also want to know if this is going anywhere from here, or if it was a one-time thing."
Warren was about to say he hoped they could do it again, but bit it off and nodded instead. For one, he was in deep enough shit and didn't want to sink any deeper, and for another, if JP wasn't interested, he wouldn't even ask the question. "Cool. I brought some Gatorade for an ice breaker." He smiled. "Hey, we partied like rockstars last night, how's the hangover, wanna hook up again?"
Jean-Paul snorted and let them both into the room to wait for Simon. "Maybe in words less likely to send him running for the hills? But essentially."
"Yeah, good call." Warren belly-flopped onto Jean-Paul's bed, ruffling his wings and stretching them out before tucking them up again.
Simon opened the door and took a step in before seeing them there. He closed the door, ducking his head to try to keep the flush off of his cheeks. It was such a similar situation as to the night before that he almost wished his head was still pounding to give him some reason not to be embarrassed by them.
"Hey." Jean-Paul was seated at his desk and was fully clothed this time, so that was at least one difference. "We decided to wait up for you so we can pull the band-aid off all at once. Cool?"
And Warren even had a tank top on. He looked up at Simon and smiled hopefully.
"Oh, let's do," Simon sighed sarcastically, moving to drop down onto the ottoman under his bed. "I've been doing that a lot lately."
"I know it's shitty timing," Jean-Paul agreed. "But the alternative seems to be you and me avoiding eye-contact for the next week or so. And I really would rather not have that hanging between us. Whether or not you believe it, I do like you."
Warren nodded in agreement. "You killed it with that post, by the way. But yeah. Me too. Why make something so awesome feel awkward, you know?"
Simon eyed them both with a fair amount of suspicion. It hadn't seemed so good that morning. "Forgive me for being blunt, but this morning, it didn't even seem as though you knew what you were to each other, let alone where I fit in. And fun or not, my entrance has only complicated things. For that, I...can't apologize enough. I consider you both...well, I suppose the first real friends I've had in a long time. I never meant to complicate or injure that relationship. It seems I have some thinking to do about my sexuality, but that needn't concern you."
"Okay, I'm gonna come back to the other stuff, but first, this morning--that's not us." Warren shared a look with Jean-Paul. "We've talked about it before, and again today, and we're cool. That was just me being a fucking dumbass because my mother pushes my buttons. I'm really sorry about that."
"Shockingly, I'm not at my best either when I get blindsided first thing in the morning after my first time," Jean-Paul added, forcing the words to sound casual. "But you don't owe us an apology, Simon. You haven't injured anything, and we're all equally complicit in that particular complication."
Simon glanced over at Jean-Paul. Yes. He'd caught that - even being as hungover as he was. But he looked back at Warren right away. "I'm glad that you two worked it out."
"You know how it goes." Warren smiled, knowing damn well Simon could understand his parental issues better than even Shinobi. With one last look of apology at Jean-Paul--because yeah, he was perfectly aware of the relative sexual experience levels in the room, thanks. "But seriously, that was all on me, and sorry for making it weird. Weirder. I guess it was always gonna be weird.
"But, I mean, we *are* friends." He looked between them, meaning both. "That's what made it... worth the complication." Okay, that and the orgasms. But. Still. More fun with people you gave a shit about--and who gave a shit about you. So much more fun.
Jean-Paul snorted a quiet laugh. "Yes, that would have gone a lot differently if we hadn't at least been friendly. No regrets here. And... well, firstly, we want to make sure you're OK."
"Let's be honest," Simon motioned toward them. "You're the ones who got most of the action. I just fed off of...oh. You mean my head? Yes, the migraines have died down."
"Well is your head okay *and* was the actual sexy part okay, but--wait migraines?" Warren's wings twitched, half extended behind him mid lazy stretch.
Simon flinched a little. "It's...a byproduct of my power. I used to get them every time I touched someone. Now, it's only when I push my power too much. Not...that I'm complaining."
Jean-Paul glanced at Warren. "I'm guessing that was a 'yes' on the sex parts." Then back to Simon, "Just so long as we're all OK with each other. I don't want you feeling like we were using you for a cheap thrill or something."
Warren was still processing the migraine thing, but... you know, if you were gonna inflict one of those on yourself, what a way to go, right? "Yeah, totally. And you're not a complication. You're awesome. Like, a close friend--and also hot." Warren smiled brightly, there.
"Understood," Simon gave a short nod, though he ignored the compliment about any level of attractiveness. Jean-Paul and Warren had worked out their differences, and their collective friendship was secure. Nevermind that Simon was now infected with a longing that he hadn't had before - with something that would no doubt disrupt his research and his studies. That wasn't their fault. It was simply nature and hormones at work, as annoying and distracting as that might be. "Your conscious is clean."
Jean-Paul blinked, then sighed heavily. He propped his chin on his fist. "Do they offer special classes here on how to be a jackass? Because I thought I was in the honors course, but you keep shooting right past me. We're not here because of guilty consciences, we're here because we give half a damn about your reclusive ass. And because we want to know if this was a one time thing or not."
Warren, meanwhile, was trying not to laugh. "Simon. You're doing it again."
Simon frowned. This time, in blatant confusion. What was he doing to be an ass? "I...don't understand. What is it you're asking?"
Warren bent his knees to kick his feet in the air between his wings, still trying not to laugh. Oh, Simon... why are you like this, bro? "It's not a question. Just, when someone expresses affection and concern, it's uuuuuuusually good form not to imply they're doing it just because they feel bad. Also, our consciences weren't exactly burdened. Did I mention that was awesome? It was awesome."
Jean-Paul tossed a pencil at Warren. "This idiot keeps going on about your talented hands."
"That's not unusual," Simon pointed out, thinking of Tamara. Yet, he was still frowning in confusion. "So are you asking for it to happen again?"
The pencil smacked Warren in the face, and the laugh finally escaped him. "Hey, you know how my wings are!"
He focused on Simon then, though, trying to school his face. This was srs bznss okay. "Not asking for it, exactly. Just wondering if you're interested or if you'd prefer, like, no future invites to the party." He looked to JP for confirmation.
Jean-Paul nodded. "More or less. Or if you'd like to issue an invitation yourself once in a while."
"And you just want my hands?" Simon asked. And why the hell did his stomach feel upset? It was a new...and really uncomfortable feeling.
"The offer is open to any parts you feel like sharing," Jean-Paul said dryly. "Simon, is it really so hard to believe that we actually find you attractive? Like, as a whole package?"
Warren was literally facepalming. "Your brain, dude. Your brain, too." Even if you make me facepalm.
The feeling in his stomach was just growing, making Simon irritable and annoyed. He couldn't help but reach up and pinch at the bridge of his nose, staving off what felt like possibly another headache coming on. "Look," he said, staring down at the floor, rather than at them, "you have each other. I don't know why you would need me, no matter how attractive my hands or brain are. While I find myself embarrassingly attracted to you both, I don't really feel like being a third wheel, or a fling when you're horny. I enjoyed last night - far more than I've ever enjoyed anything in my life - but I don't really want to feel like I'm being used."
Oh shit, this was going south. There were feelings coming out of Simon right then, and if Warren knew Simon--which he was sure he did, to some extent--that was painful. Warren pushed himself up off the bed and went to the ottoman, nudging Simon's leg aside and sitting right next to him, thigh against thigh, but no skin on skin. He put a hand on Simon's back and his wings made an accidental backdrop for them. "Hey, dude, no. It's not like that.
"You know as much about me as he does, and I'm guessing that goes for you two too?" He glanced up at Jean-Paul. "I like... feeling close to you. I didn't know that could happen with two people at once before. I don't know how to say it. It didn't feel like us and you last night, you know what I mean? Felt like everything was on the level, and I liked it."
Simon dealt in facts. Even his power dealt in facts. Exact measurements. Realities. This? He had no comparison - no way to measure the amount of affection that was in the room, from either of them. Certainly more from Warren, but that was understandable, given Jean-Paul's background and likely difficulty in expressing affection. If he touched one of them, he could probably get a reading for their attraction level - but then, he'd done that the night before, so it likely hadn't changed much. He knew they were attracted to him. Affection was something different, and he was well aware that no matter how attractive he might be, he was still an ass. Or, at least, came across as one, like it or not.
God, if only River were there. She understood these things with much more ease than he did. He found himself looking up at Jean-Paul, searching his face for some indication that he was on the same page as Warren, at least.
Jean-Paul looked away for a moment, trying to put things into words. "You... can probably guess, I like to know what's mine, right? Trust issues and shit. Warren and I aren't planning wedding vows or anything, but... it's hard not to want to but a claim on him every time someone else touches him. Even if I know it's just friendly. And... I don't get like that with you. Not as more than a game." He looked away again, rubbing the back of his neck. "I trust you, OK? With him and with me. If I didn't, last night wouldn't have happened. "
Warren was so proud of Jean-Paul, he beamed up at him for a moment before returning his attention to Simon. "No one's trying to talk you into anything you don't want. Just want you to know how it is."
Affection from Warren, and trust from Jean-Paul. It at least made Simon feel less like a powered sex toy. He gave a small nod. "Okay."
"De rein." Jean-Paul was at his side in a moment. He brushed a kiss over Simon's check, a fraction of a second flutter over his skin. "So. Here we are. Any plans for the rest of the evening?"
"Ugh, still hungover." Warren smiled at the kiss. Should that make him feel jealous? Should any of this? It didn't--he'd never felt jealous in his life, though, so maybe it just wasn't in him? All he really wanted was to see these two idiots happy and be allowed to be happy near them.
Whatever. It'd all work out.
Warren stood, careful to tuck his wing in so it didn't knock Simon off the ottoman, and grabbed a Gatorade from below the foot of JP's bed. "Gatorade, actual Netflix, and actual chill?"
Simon wasn't really sure how to feel about the kiss either. It certainly filled in some gaps in his 'Affection-Meter'. Maybe he wasn't the ass he thought he was. Or maybe it was just a pity kiss. Either way, he eyed the Gatorade and glanced toward his laptop. He really should have been getting ahead on his reading for class. But then again, he was a week ahead already, and in any case, his first class wasn't until Tuesday. Also, his head still felt like it had split open and lost half of its contents. "What's on Netflix?"
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Date: 2017-09-21 02:53 am (UTC)Also, despite having no reason to say this, Bobby would like to express Great Relief that he's not their next door neighbor. ;)
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Date: 2017-09-23 12:19 am (UTC)But she still can't believe *Simon* got all that action and she didn't get any, wtf. W. T. F.
And Inu-yasha can't look at any of them without blushing and getting uncomfortable, ngl. XD The things his nose knows... (Part of it is because he feels like he knows something secret and dangerous about them, because he's grown up surrounded by homophobia... but *mostly* he's just easily embarrassed by anything pertaining to sex.)
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Date: 2017-09-24 03:15 pm (UTC)POOR TAMARA.