heartfelt, not innocent

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Feb 14, 2016

@Poppy

It was a beautiful day out in the Octavius estate's gardens, sun shining, birds singing. Sasha had been taking advantage of it to care for the plants, and was, as always, very practical. He had a light shirt with the sleeves rolled up on, work pants, boots, and rough gloves stuffed in his pants pocket.

He'd left Florentin to his studying a while back, but now it was around time for them to meet up for a mutual break, so Sasha was putting away his gardening tools and exchanging them for his earlier prepared lunch. There were pastries, sandwiches, and fresh vegetables packed in lovingly.

Picnics were Sasha's favorite, and he thought they'd eat at one of the larger, prettiest fountains today, so he sat at its edge and waited patiently. Of course, his mind couldn't help drifting. As it always did, in these eventful recent weeks.

Florentin had been bolder in everything, growing and experimenting, after his escape to the city. Some aspects of that scared Sasha, but as long as he could watch over the other, he could keep his mouth shut. It wasn't his place to say anything, especially with the privileges his new position gave, and… Flor was happy. That was priceless, and something Sasha needed to protect, above all else.

However. One of the boy's experimentations was teasing him. Sasha had very, very mixed and confusing emotions on this. Surely it was a joke, a game, innocent curiosity without fully understanding what he was doing. He couldn't possibly want Sasha to react seriously, in all the ways his chest and stomach raged at him to. He'd been trying to ignore it, and smother his own newly realized feelings at the same time. Florentin's timing wasn't helpful in the slightest, almost as though he knew.

Did he? The paranoia was heavy in Sasha's mind. Perhaps he did know, and was flirting, presenting himself so welcomingly, as some kind of punishment. And when Sasha finally responded, he'd be laughed at and fired, exposed as trash who daydreamed about his young superior, the person he was supposed to look after and protect. Then he'd never see Florentin again. All because he couldn't contain his own inappropriate hormones, and love turned less than pure. He would deserve it, but he didn't want to leave, because he was selfish, and had thought he could handle this. He wasn't as confident in that anymore. His fragile willpower was breaking.

Sasha swallowed thickly, blinked a few times, and gulped down some water to clear his head. He loved Florentin. He loved him in all the ways it was possible to love someone, he couldn't hide that from himself, no room for denial or blissful ignorance. It was too bright and overwhelming, encompassing his entire being, filling him up and making him something whole, which he'd never be otherwise. He was grateful, and desperate, and it made being indulgent dangerously tempting. His thoughts and writings were of nothing but Florentin Octavius. He was fucked.

Sasha didn't know what to do. He just knew he had to keep being with Florentin. So despite the growing fear and affection clashing inside him, he continued to wait, quiet, cheeks already slightly warm, carefully made meal ready to be eaten.

Poppy · Feb 14, 2016

It was difficult to focus on droll chores like homeschool these days. Florentin didn't have a very good opinion of Math, and Algebra felt like a circle of hell on its own. He put no effort into the worksheets his tutor gave him and failed each one, made it a point to ignore any attempts to correct his work. As far as he was concerned, he already had specific practical areas he was already good at and these things were rather useless, garnishing at the most. Eventually, his tutor man sighed, came to the conclusion that he was distracted, and dismissed him early for the afternoon.

It wasn't an entirely wrong conclusion. Florentin was distracted. How was he supposed to focus on such a boring subject when he discovered brighter, more wonderful things? Florentin wasn't a child anymore, so easily satisfied by small things like toys or playgrounds. He was growing up, and he fell in love with the city's bright neon lights, the rush of dancing, the heat of contact. He craved it all, and like most things he craved, he wanted to take it with his hands and make it his.

He was still rather new at things. He wished there were guidelines somewhere about partying and socializing, but awkward fumbling was rather inevitable, and he couldn't help the way he coughed when he smoked his first cigarette or spat out his first taste of hard liquor. Faux pas was everywhere. He tried to ignore the embarrassment and learn from his mistakes. He never even once tried to claim he was new at this, because if they knew, they would eat him alive.

Now, flirting. He was a natural at it. He'd experimented kissing, and it wasn't long until he tried out sex. It was... overwhelming. No amount of research could've prepared him for it, but luckily his partner was gentle, and handled him as delicately as his looks implied he needed to be handled. He should do more testing in this area, though. Why settle for adequate when he could be the best?

He'd been honing his skills with his Sasha. Sasha was his dear friend, and they've always liked each other, but their age difference meant Sasha was always going to look at him a certain way. Florentin was younger and weaker. He was a little boy that needed to be protected. Sasha was his dear knight, but he couldn't handle being treated with kid gloves anymore, so he wanted to see if he could get pass through that, establish a different kind of relationship with him.

Having sex with Sasha felt like a good idea to him. He was handsome, if a little rough, and he was close and trusted enough that he wouldn't babble to his father. He was also his bodyguard now, and he might even get away with other stuff if Sasha was soft on him because of the sex. He was also... He obsessed about the idea, once he thought of it, couldn't get it out of his head. Sometimes basic desires were the only reason he needed at all.

Florentin did his hair in the bathroom on the way leaving that mansion wing. He did his hair in a nice, if messy, ponytail and took the time to weave flowers around his ribbon as he walked. When he reached their meeting place, he waved at Sasha, smile bright, and sat next to him a little too close. He began preening at Sasha's hair.

"Darling, did you miss me?" He grinned. He touched Sasha's hand, squeezing and caressing his fingers idly. "I was so excited to get off my obligations. I couldn't stop thinking about you. It made it terribly hard to function."

He glanced at Sasha's lovely setup. Even with his goal in mind, he couldn't help but salivate a little at that. Sasha's cooking was his favorite. "We should fill up before my parents get home later. I'm sure they'll be ready to drag me to whatever nonsense they want to do, and then it'll be another night I won't get to see you. Anything but that."

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Sep 7, 2016

To think, Sasha was twenty already, a proper man, but he turned red like a teenage boy as soon as his hand was even barely touched, or a simple, stray strand of hair tucked behind his ear. He resisted the urge to yank his own hand away as though it was scalding, averting eye contact, as Florentin's were much too pretty. All of him was much, much too pretty. Not like Sasha, who was scarred and weathered from manual labor, marked clearly as of lower status, clumsy in matters that weren't part of his responsibilities.

Butterflies still bursted in his chest and put goosebumps along his arms at seeing Florentin in general. His presence was always a stunning one, something that pulled a rug from under Sasha's feet, left him tripping and stumbling over himself, mouth dry, words failing him, as words never quite measured up. Not any words he could stutter out directly, and he could never show Florentin the poetry, the unsent love letters.

He was extremely aware of their proximity. He knew, if he moved only a little, their thighs would be touching, knees bumped, warmth shared. He made sure to keep to himself, even if he felt his skin prickling. With fuzzy focus on anything else he tried to look at, a buzzing in his ears, he had no choice but to turn back to Florentin again. Keep it together. You can do this. You've been managing so far.

He didn't want to ruin their relationship just because Florentin had gained a temporary curiosity in fooling around with his childhood best friend. When the curiosity faded, he'd regret it, wouldn't he? They would be awkward with each other, and Florentin would realize Sasha was no match for him. It hurt that it hadn't sunk in yet. He wanted to hammer the moral into himself while it was early in this infatuation, before it led to some kind of bitterness or despair he couldn't fight, as the concept sickened him. He wouldn't allow himself to be so daring and insolent. He was not good enough for such a thing, and he would hate to feel it towards Florentin. He was curious. It would go away. If they did anything, it would be regretted by his dear master. It was nothing Sasha should be hurt over.

He only cared about staying by Florentin's side, protecting him. That was all that mattered. Nothing could affect that. He wouldn't let it. His heart sang for him, but Sasha contained himself, smiling gently at Florentin despite his flustered state. "I did miss you. When do I not miss you, pray tell? You could not emphasize a time in all my years where the lack of your presence wouldn't be considered the opposite of ideal. I am your friend and your guardian. This is unchanging."

Perhaps, perhaps, he let some of the poetic notions into his normal speech. And what so distressed him was that this, this was his version of being watered down. Ah, Sasha, you hopeless fool. He softened and lowered his voice, watching Florentin from under heavy lidded eyes. "My thoughts are painted with nothing but your image. You know that." His image, blooming with flowers and golden, gilded touches.

Sasha cleared his throat. Carried away, once more. He had a tendency towards it. He was either clipped, brusque responses and strong silent type personified, or a show of grand romantic inclinations. It was possible, he kept quiet due to the fact that nothing could compare to the raging storms and bright summertimes inside him.

"We will make our picnic worthwhile, as we always do. Even if I have to give you up after this, I will cherish what I am given." He nodded firmly and got together a nice plate of food for Florentin, setting it in his lap, then gathered one for himself. He waited for his friend to start before he did, as was habit and etiquette.

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heartfelt, not innocent

Tom Marvolo Riddle

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Tom Marvolo Riddle

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