(CM) Sweet Tea and Macaroni [Tom]

Zell · Aug 23, 2015

Sid could feel Clarence's skin under his fingers. It felt hot, even hotter than before, and as he regarded his friend, he realized that they were so much closer than they had been before. Did that happen while they were kissing? It felt so strange that the drow just straight up hadnt noticed how close Clar was. Their knees could practically touch. Sid rubbed his cheek gently with his thumb.

He watched as his friend let his head drop, and his voice came out, giddy and light and soft and private, in tones he hadn't heard before. Sid smiled--well, it was more like a lazy quirking of the lips, but still. "You're really handsome, y'know?" He said softly, like it was a private thought that had accidentally been uttered. "Cute and handsome lil donut."

The the timer went off, Sid almost jumped right out of his skin. He looked around the kitchen, uncomprehending, trying to find the source of the strange new sound, before he realized that it was the timer going off for the macaroni he'd been promised. Once his mind processed that, he calmed down and watched Clarence work, putting the homemade Mac and cheese into two bowls, setting one in front of him.

Sid tasted it. It was delicious.

He was quiet-ish as he ate, leaning against Clarence's still-close shoulder as he ate the tasty macaroni. "You're a really good cook," he muttered, the same thinking-aloud-but-not-really.

He nudged the last dredges of pasta and cheese around in the bowl before eating that too. His bowl was empty.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Aug 23, 2015

It wasn't like Clarence hadn't kissed, or further than that, before. It wasn't even like he'd had a lack of resources in that area recently. But almost domestic, continuous intimacy was a whole other area, one that definitely flustered and shoved the undead boy off balance on a deeper level. He had half an urge to whine more whenever Sid said anything to him, not actually saying anything just. Being needy and gross. Gross.

Clarence attempted to shift his eyes away a few times, just stare at his bowl in shame, but always ended up just eyeing Sid all over again. Clarence ate a little of what he had, and left the rest, stomach far too twisty for normal human food. He felt more nervous the more of Sid's portion disappeared, unsure of where certain things were going, and whether he was even able to live up to any standards Sid might have rather than just... melting on him. He shifted his posture for who knows how many times now, and offered some faint sounds of gratitude towards the compliment he'd received.

The dishes didn't need their attention right then- Clarence pushed them away before slipping out of his seat to stand. He probably still had an idiotic smile on his face, along with his general fidgeting. His face burning was becoming a sort of natural state. "Y'wanna see where I, in a more personal sense, live? My rooms are pretty nice, like an apartment or hotel room within the actual house..."

Personal sense mostly meant constant snack food in the mini kitchen area, a lot of expensive scented shampoos in the bathroom, notes and organizers (as well as collection of expensive electronics) all over the place, and his personal hoard of clothes in a walk in closet, and in reasonable flopping distance to his bed. An uptight multi tasker's/stressed out dead boy's dream.

Zell · Aug 23, 2015

Sid's attention was on his food, lazily filling his mouth with cheese and pasta and few other things. The drow was very aware of Clarence moving and shifting, since his head was resting on the other boy's shoulder. Once he was finished he was contemplating what he should do with his dirty dish when Clarence pushed his away. The drow copied him, and looked at the now-standing redhead.

"Sure," he said, seeming much more awake now that his spine was straightened. He'd never seen the personal quarters, though he guessed that was the point of having personal quarters. If it was like an apartment, then that meant that there really wasn't a huge reason to go out and interact with the other members of the family.... though, Clar seemed like the guy to do that stuff anyways.

He hopped out of his chair and looked at Clarence. "Lead the way."

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Aug 23, 2015

Clarence curled his arm around Sid's, ready for more gentle leading and growing inner jittery sensitivity. Briefly, while walking through the halls, Clarence considered showing Sid some of the secret passageways in the form of a shortcut, but quickly threw the idea away. Another time, perhaps- Clarence was too out of sorts and distracted to do much, to give all the mansion's secrets the respect they deserved, so the main way it was.

Clarence was all too used to climbing the multiple flights of stairs, his living space being on the third floor in the family wing. His long legs and good, sharp shoes helped. But when he paused in front of them in the main entrance hall, squinting up and then over at Sid, he bit at his lip. He couldn't make injured Sid, who'd already walked here, take on what Clarence found so easy. A bad feeling would curl up inside him over that. So, instead, he unceremoniously scooped Sid into his arms. Which. Seemed to be happening a lot lately. Clarence closed his eyes and just stood, for a moment, absolutely embarrassed with his own ridiculous behavior. But he'd also feel TOO BAD making Sid go out of his way too far for anything if he didn't need to.

Clarence's shoes clacked on the stairs, as he went up them in a fairly brisk pace. Ridiculous. Clarence's cheeks were forever stained red. Ridiculous. He glanced at Sid, wondered if his heartbeat was annoying, wondered how painfully obvious he was right then. Gross. Tried not to look down at Sid again both because he was mortified and because no matter how many times he'd been up and down these stairs, he was a cautious and responsible person- at least... in some areas... aw, fuck...

Clarence got to the top, the third floor, and wound around to the long and spacy family wing hall. He probably could have set Sid down at this point and called it reasonable. But no, he had to keep going, find his door, clumsily open and close it. Stare a bit at Sid with possibly the most flustered expression ever, while just leaning against the closed door for a while, never mind being in his space now. He closed his eyes, continued to mentally berate himself and swirl in feelings of absolute dorkiness, and set Sid down.

Zell · Aug 25, 2015

The drow was no stranger to cavernous places, pardon the obvious reference. His own home, despite being a middle class house and not even one of the Eight Nobles, was decently large. As it had to be to house as many sons and daughters that made up House So-kijak. Vaguely he wondered what they were doing with his quarters, cramped as they were from him being both the youngest and a boy.

Though.... given how long he'd been gone, he doubted that he was the youngest anymore.

The thought left a big bitter brick in his stomach that seemed to melt away as Clarence locked their arms together and brought him back into the wide expanse of Crowther Mansion, their footsteps echoing against the linoleum. The sound ability of the place was nothing to scoff at.

As the made their way back to the Main Entrance and Clarence gawked at the stairs, the drow wondered why they had stopped.

He snickered. "What's up? You didn't get lost in your own h--!"

Well. This was a thing that was happening.

Now more or less cradled in Clarence's arms as he took each step with purpose, Sid decided that he would at least make the trip worthwhile. He pressed his cheek to Clarence's chest, giving him small, languid nuzzles before leaning up towards his friend's neck, securing his arms around the redhead and nosing his jugular.

Sid's breath was slow, and Clary smelled nice.

He stayed like that for a long while before--slowly--he began to kiss his neck.

It seemed like a good plan.

His kisses stopped when he was placed on his feet and--okay wow.

"Man, this is pretty rad, Clar! All of this is your room?"

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Sep 27, 2015

Sensitive. God, too sensitive. Clarence had a visible shiver pass through his whole body, leaning heavily on that door still and trying to stay coherent. So maybe his neck was a bit of a weak point. So maybe Sid was quite the Clarence weakness as well, and had been breaking him down all this time. Certainly, none of it was helping Clarence out right then. The redhead just blinked slowly at Sid, shoulders stiff, for a second while the other spoke.

Clarence laughed, a bit odd and breathy, and quickly welcomed the distraction that had been presented. He shook off his stiff limbs, and strode properly into his living space. He wandered about a bit, making little comments about rooms and things, before he didn't really have anything left to say about any of it anymore. The more he danced about, the more obvious it felt that it was just. A distraction. And of course where Clarence slept was left for last, the reason they were actually up here.

What were they doing? Were they really just going to take a nap, an innocent sleepover? Was it naive to imagine nothing happening, or overambitious to expect too much?

Clarence stared at Sid, making proper eye contact, after all the avoiding doing so. Took careful, small steps up to him. Gave some awful, little sigh with those edges of needy and effected. He reached a hand out, letting it just hover indecisively for a moment, before settling it on Sid's hip. Lightly rested the other on the drow's chest. "What now, Sid?" He asked softly. Genuinely asked.

Clarence was honestly ready to just, full on throw himself into this, if that feeling was... mutual.

Clarence had it bad.

Zell · Oct 1, 2015

Sid smiled and followed Clarence around his space, pointing at things and asking questions, leaning in, appearing to be intrigued in everything that his friend had amassed. Ever knick-knack, every non-essential thing and even things that could be considered essentials Sid peered at as if it were a novelty, because it pieced together the person Clarence was in private, once the party music ended and the guests had been escorted out with the promise that there would be another party in due time.

It was interesting. It felt like he was some kind of scientist or investigator, tracing the myth of Clary Crowther to its source, learning who stood behind the slicked back hair and the too-cool-for-school varsity Letterman. So far, the only thing he was learning for realsies is that Clarence was a huge cute dork, but he hardly needed the aid of investigative journalism for that.

Finally they came to his room proper, with a nice bed and all. The atmosphere changed in a moment, from slightly off to a feeling of anticipation as their eyes locked and Clarence touched him, softly asking what was the next step here.

Sid always knew what he wanted the next step to be. The drow got on his tip toes (fuck Crowther height genes right in its ass) and kissed Clarence, one arm wrapping around his waist and his other hand touching his cheek, rubbing the warm, soft skin underneath the redhead's eyes with his thumb.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Oct 1, 2015

In short terms, things were good. And Clarence had to try very hard to remember that Sid was roughed up, and to tone the enthusiasm down- which could be difficult, because it was kind of hard to think straight in a situation like that. With Sid. Oh, god, Sid.

Things were good, more than that, and Clarence wanted to do a great deal of things again. The morning after, there was some momentary and lingering panic, but he still wanted to repeat everything a whole lot. It all made him squirm in the pleasant way, and make shitty affectionate eyes at Sid while he was sleeping and Clarence couldn't be made embarrassed.

Clarence was still figuring out Sid just as much as the other way around. And he was definitely learning a lot from seeing the guy asleep.

Firstly. He slept curled up. Clarence just draped half of his own long limbs over the other as they both nestled in the blankets (It almost felt amusing for them to be wearing the same amount, which was a complete lack of it, of clothes). Secondly, apparently his face softened a whole lot when out of it, and Clarence hadn't even realized that wasn't its normal state in the first place. There were other details, too. His mouth being open a little. He has bags under his eyes. His using his arm for a pillow function just as much as the actual pillow. He was a quiet sleeper, which worried Clarence for a split second before he figured out, oh no he's fine, still breathing and all that.

Through his studies, Clarence came to the conclusion that Sid was a cute nerd who needed someone to fuss over him properly.

Clarence himself, while sleeping better than usual and having less bad memories creep into his dreams (instead they were, uh, other kinds of dreams), was still an early riser both by nature and life teachings. He'd gone back to sleep again when he'd first woken at a ridiculous time, then woke up more permanently and had just spent his time studying Sid, thinking, and occasionally looking at things on his phone. Still, he didn't mind savoring peaceful times like this. Making eyes at Sid and being embarrassing. Haha...

Clarence kept thinking about making Sid breakfast, charming host and concerned, um, friend he was. But he didn't want to move too much and wake Sid up. Breakfast in bed might just be too much anyway. Too obvious. Oh, god, Sid...

Clarence inched further down into the blankets and kissed Sid on the nose.

Zell · Oct 1, 2015

It felt weird, to say the least.

One night stands and friends with benefits, those kinds of arrangements he was used to. He was used to not knowing the people he rolled around with, and also used to only knowing them as far as where they liked to be touched. It was weird, then, delving under the covers with someone he A, already knew, and B, actually liked quite a lot. It was weird, the emotions that bubbled and swirled and tickled every part of his chest and stomach.

As he slept, he dreamed sporadically, flashes of Clarence and wearing his stupid Letterman and the feeling of lips on his own, sensation of fingers down his side, memories of home viewed through a haze of slowly forgetting.

His face twitched slightly at being kissed on the nose and his eyes opened blearily. The first thing that Clary would probably notice is that instead of his normal dark red eyes, the drow's eyes were blown entirely red, like an alien, or an insect. From Sid's perspective he saw they room as being generally warmish, with Clary being a big unidentified hot spot. Then he felt excruciating pain as he saw everything as a bright white.

Everything was so bright.

With a groan he closed his eyes dug the heel of his palm into his eyelid blinking a few times before his eyes reverted to their normal white sclera and red iris, and Sid saw in form and color instead of spots of heat and brightness.

"Mmmmornin'...." he murmured, leaning forward and resting his forehead against the redhead's collarbone.

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(CM) Sweet Tea and Macaroni [Tom]

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