thoreau lestrange (thoreau) wrote in paddedrooms,
@ 2012-09-21 17:56:00

Rooney had been sitting in a room by himself for days now. He hated it. He hated being locked up by himself, especially after having had the company of Thoreau for the couple of weeks they were together. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down so he didn't punch through the walls and get himself into more trouble.

When they said it was recess time, Rooney immediately walked to the third floor common room and looked around for Thoreau. He wanted to see him again.

Thoreau hadn't really objected to being shipped up to the third floor. He was annoyed at Pyxis for telling on him, but things were uncomfortable down there anyway. Charlie kept looking at him like a kicked puppy and some part of Thoreau felt weird about letting Mason jerk him off. Like maybe he'd done something wrong.

Plus, Rooney was supposed to be on the third floor. Even if they couldn't get away with as much here. People were always watching. Thoreau was made to spend as much time with other people as possible, even if they were all starving girls or nutjobs. He rubbed the healing bruises on his arm and did his best not to glare at the skeleton he was attempting to play Monopoly with, and then froze for a moment when he saw Rooney walk into the common room. He smiled, shifting in his seat to make room for the other boy. "Hey."

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	thoreau 2012-09-23 03:42 am UTC (link)
	"Maybe," Thoreau said, after a moment. He didn't want to get Rooney's hopes up. "Maybe if I'm not cutting myself they'll let me out. And not taking extra pills. They're not letting me do either of those things now. They're a lot better at monitoring people up here. It kind of sucks." He paused. "If we do get out, you'll still want to do things to me?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	roomac 2012-09-23 11:41 pm UTC (link)
	Rooney paused and looked at Thoreau. "Yes. Why wouldn't I want to do things with you?" He asked, arching a brow. He leaned in and kissed him softly on the next, hand sliding down. He gripped at Thoreau's thigh, tightly enough to leave a bruise. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thoreau 2012-09-23 11:44 pm UTC (link)
	Thoreau let out a breath when Rooney squeezed his thigh, trying not to moan at the feeling. "Y-yeah, I would," he said, smiling. "Of course I would. I just wondered... you'll have a lot more options outside the hospital. You might want a girl or something." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	roomac 2012-09-24 03:11 am UTC (link)
	"If I want a girl by the time we get out, I'll let you know." But, Rooney was kind of faithful. Which he thought was a downfall, honestly. He shrugged. "I'm sure that I won't. I like hurting you. A lot." He squeezed a little harder, then leaned in and bit his jaw. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thoreau 2012-09-24 03:13 am UTC (link)
	Thoreau made a soft sound when Rooney bit his jaw, leaning into his touch. "You --" He liked the idea of Rooney being faithful to him. He smiled. "Good," he said. "I like being hurt by you. A lot. It helps." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	roomac 2012-09-24 04:56 am UTC (link)
	"What does it help?" Rooney asked as he looked back at Thoreau, releasing his thigh and rubbing it gently. "What's so bad in your life that you need the pain to make you feel better?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thoreau
2012-09-24 05:04 am UTC (link)

"It's not..." Thoreau looked away and ran a hand through his hair. "I just like it. It distracts me from the way my head is all the time. It's not my life. My parents are... fine, or whatever. They're kind of rich. There's just all this stuff I thought would..." He stopped for a moment, taking a breath. "I just know I'm not in control and nothing goes right when I try to be, so I'd rather have someone else in charge."

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roomac
2012-09-24 05:25 am UTC (link)

Rooney rubbed Thoreau's thigh for a moment, then looked him over. "The cafeteria is making grilled cheese today. With chips." He ran his hand a little higher, rubbing Thoreau through his trousers briefly before he pulled it away. "You can eat half the sandwich and five chips. Only a little vinegar on them. After dinner, I want you to wank for fifteen minutes, but you're not allowed to come. Understood?"

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