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[21 Apr 2009|11:40pm] |
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The climate change from New York to Florida was a welcome one because even by noon on Monday it was stupidly hot. Not too humid but that would only increase through the afternoon. They had been out of school for a week and Julian's parents had been surprisingly receptive of having another boy around, if not highly skeptical when it was just them and their son. They were worried about Cass and their young girls but Jules assured them there was nothing at all to fret over. They were at work, though, and Julian was sprawled out over the couch in the downstairs living room trying to find reprieve from the heat since his dad didn't believe in air conditioning until June to save on electric bills. He'd hoped they could go to the beach if Cass ever decided he was going to get up.
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He hadn't considered that Caspian wouldn't be used to the heat, he figured he just adapted well to the environment because he rarely bitched about New York except for the noise and the smell. Juice was wearing just a pair of basketball shorts, his leg dangling over the edge of the couch as he half-watched Judge Joe Brown. "I didn't have to talk too hard and you'll get used to the heat. It's not even hot yet," he smirked at the other boy running a hand through his hair.
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"Oh we have that luxury just. You know to save money, dad only runs it from June through August. It can be really expensive," he shrugged looking down at his hands before turning off the tv. Julian hated to admit that they were pretty fucking broke most of the time, just making it from month to month barely. He went up to his room so that he could get his swim shorts, hearing one of his sisters in the bathroom and he knocked on the door. "Hey we're going to the beach do you wanna go too or stay here?" He liked to spend time with them, he just hoped Cass wouldn't mind.
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[21 Apr 2009|11:34pm] |
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Truthfully it hadn't been too hard to talk Devon out of studying. His mind wasn't into it and he was barely pulling a D in the class anyway; it would take an act of god at this point to get him to pass. Either that or a really hot tutor. Flipping the hair out of his face his flip flops were loud against the concrete as he hurried to Nate's dorm not wanting to seem like he was in a rush but even from the slight off-hand comments, Devon's dick was halfway erect. Calming himself a bit, Dev opened Nate's door quickly and shut it in the same manner, smirking at his friend. "I'm looking forward to eating that McGriddle off your stomach in the morning," he teased continuing their conversation.
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He let out a short, gruff laugh as if he was put off by the idea, slipping off his sandals by the door and shrugging off the hoodie that he was wearing too. It left Devon in a black and white checkered scarf, and a tight red tshirt that barely came to the top of his jeans. He crawled up onto the bed beside Nate but kept his distance for the moment, stretching out with both hands folded against his stomach. "I hope you know you're not getting out of that. I need that McDonald's absolutely in the morning. Helps with my girlish figure." Dev was smirking openly as he dragged the tshirt up to pat against his bare stomach, jeans riding low enough on his hips that the other boy could tell for sure he had no sort of underwear on that evening.
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[21 Apr 2009|11:32pm] |
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He'd left the library earlier to visit Nate for the pizza and fooling around but he had a late class on Tuesdays and Thursdays that ended at 9pm. Normally he was back to Nate's dorm by 9:30 since it was close to his building but that wasn't the case tonight. Devon had gotten into a fight, or rather he was practically jumped, by a couple boys who had, had it in for him since the first semester. His face hurt and he knew his lip was bleeding as he kept his head down, going into Nate's building. When he got to the boy's room he pushed the door open quietly and shut it behind himself really just wanting to lay down. "Hey," Dev said softly, toeing off his shoes and dropping his book bag.
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He winced hearing the footsteps coming over mostly because he didn't want Nate to make a big deal. Shaking the hair back from his face gently he looked up at the boy he'd asked to be his just a few hours ago, feeling like his eye was swelling and his lip still bleeding somewhat. "I didn't get lost there were these fuckin' punks from first semester that hate me over some stupid shit and I ran into them and they just. I mean, fuck," Devon said dragging a hand through his hair after realising it was shaking. He choked out a short laugh and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. "I got my ass handed to me, I'm such a fuckin' pussy I couldn't even stand up against them," he laughed.
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"I'm not gonna point them out they're not worth the time, I swear to god because if they think I got my boyfriend after them they're gonna be worse," he all but whined, reluctantly getting away from the wall. Reaching down he pulled off his shirt feeling like he was probably bruised everywhere they'd hit, dropping it to the floor. "I wish school was fucking over. This wouldn't happen at home I would be the king shit again," Dev scoffed. Sitting on the edge of the bed he pulled Nate closer, feeling clingier than normal. "Sorry."
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