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[Kathryn]

Aiden Archer - 16/6th/Ravenclaw. Quidditch, Chaser. Played by moi.

Sebastien Ainsworth - 16/6th/Ravenclaw. Bookworm. Played by Sara.

Setting: Common Room, evening, during supper.

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Aiden stretched out his 6 foot frame and grimaced when he heard something pop. He was utterly exhausted, which was why he'd dropped down into the corner of the fluffy couch, quidditch gear, dirt and all. He was one of the teams best players, without being concieted of course, and it ment he had to train almost twice as hard as everyone else to keep up the expectation that he'd keep socring for them as much as he always had, which left little time for school work in regular hours of the day.

Which ment yes, that this particular ash blonde, despite being sorted into Ravenclaw, generally only played stupid. Since he gave so much to sports, people despite his house, tended to assume he was empty good looks and useless talent. It usually gave him an advantage, if he ever needed it, to play up to that image and surprise them all later. This of course ment that Aiden had shoved himself so far into the intellectual closet he had no time for reading unless it after dark.

Which explained the exhaustion. He didn't even move to go down to dinner after his fellow dorm mates Peter, and Fletcher, had tried to get him to go. He'd barely responded and was pretty sure whatever he'd said had come out as a mumble and he'd simply waved his hand dismisively, staring absent-minded like at the fire. This time he didn't even have to act stupid, he was way too tired.

When he was sure he was alone he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, the fire light was giving him a headache to add to all the other grievances. If he rested quickly enough, he could get in a bit of reading before dinner was over, and nobody would know. Too bad he couldn't bring himself to want to move.

[Sara]

Sebastien didn't like socializing, and he certainly didn't enjoy being squished on a bench between a fat fourth year and an annoyingly chatty second year. Which was why he had retired early from dinner, hoping to get in a bit of reading before bed. Well, before homework, because honestly, Sebastien was going to put that off as long as humanly possible. So he liked to read, that didn't mean he was a bookworm. And he didn't ever read in public, just at the library, in the common room and in the quiet spaces of his dorm room. Though, typically none of those spaces were quiet, but once Sebastien was absorbed in a book, he didn't hear anything.

He had passed Peter and Fletcher in the hall, and they had tried to drag him (literally) back down to the Great Hall. He had politely refused (read: dug his heels into the ground so all his weight was on their arms), and kept walking toward the tower. The overly tall sixth year opened his book long before the entrance and buried his nose, completely unaware of his surroundings. His square-framed glasses slipped from his face, and Sebastien pushed them back up before sitting down on the corner of the fluffy couch in the common room.

Only, it was already occupied by a dirty sleeping Aiden. Ugh. Couldn't he at least shower after quidditch practice? It was bad enough that he was probably going to leave a big mud stain on the couch, but now Sebastien was going to have to go and change his pants. Startled, he jumped up and sheepishly sat down beside the blonde boy as though nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. "You have a bed, you know. Try sleeping in that," he muttered and returned to his book.

[Kathryn]

Aiden had just spent the past five minutes breathing in the calming scent of old books. It might be stereotypical in everything others thought of the house, but it smelt like a library. Of old leather bound books and polished wooden tables, and Aiden at the moment, in his sleepy fogged up brain was hard pressed to think there was anything that smelt better, or more cozy, then that. The smell combined with the utter silence, except for the wind howling about outside, had put the poor exhausted teen to sleep.

And of course, that ment that as soon as he was getting much, much needed rest someone had to come in, of course that'd jolted him awake, he was an incredibly light sleeper, but it hadn't woken him enough to want to be bothered to crack an eye open wide enough to check who was coming back from dinner, they'd mostly likely just leave him alone, they usually did.

Except, appearantly someone didn't get that particular memo, and...sat on him. He'd sucked his breathe in sharply in utter surprise, and his eyes shot open and he'd sat up, tiredness forgotten, eyes narrowing slightly as he caught sight of the other boy just sitting on his end of the couch, not even bothering to apologize.

Git.

"And you could try sitting on the couch next time."

[Sara]

There was no way Sebastien was getting into a verbal battle with Aiden. No, the boy was a complete nitwit and it would be an unfair challenge. Honestly, of all people to put in Ravenclaw, Aiden? He was better as a bloody Gryffindor than a Ravie. How the prat had made it through six years at Hogwarts was beyond Sebastien's understanding, and he had no desire to understand. As long as he graduated and Seb never had to see him again, that was just fine.

Ass.

"I am on the couch, thank you," Sebastien added, rolling his eyes again. Honestly. Turning the page to his book, Seb tried desperately to ignore the fact that his pants were now slightly brown on his thighs. He could see the dirt on Aiden out of the corner of his eyes, and frankly, it was just disgusting. "At least take your damn uniform off if you're going to sit on my side of the couch," the raven-haired boy muttered.

Wait, that sounded. Not at all the way he meant it. Okay, so maybe he meant it that way a little, but he would never say that out loud. And he certainly would never say that to Aiden. Because the boy was an egotistical ladies man. The entire school would hear about one word Sebastien said if Aiden didn't like it. And that chance, he wasn't risking.

[Kathryn]

The fact that people often assumed he was far too stupid to hold onto any stable conversation worked in his favour. He was quiet and didn't say much and liked his privacy, which of course ment the littlest amount he had to share, the better. And it also let arguements slide fairly easily when people didn't think they could either successfully goad him, or that he'd even understand when he was insulted. It always had amused him how easy they were to fool. For all their high scores, when it came to people, Ravenclaw's where bordering on no brain activity whatsoever.

"About five seconds ago you were in my lap, need a new perscription?" A pause in which a fair eyebrow arched up incredulously. "I was here first, which means you're on my side." And how infantile was this conversation? Next someone's mother was going to get an insult.

He had to wonder if Sebastien was just that careless with words, or if he'd really just decided to make a really bad come on to Aiden. As much as the teen was so far shoved into another closet besides the intellecutal one, he'd never assumed himself obvious about it. He didn't really date girls but he didn't have time, and most people didn't notice with the girls all trailing after him all the time, anyway.

He also didn't have the time to go stretching out any gaydar he may have and trying to figure out if the person was worth persuing or not. Sports and classwork and a love of closeted reading kept him pretty busy. He wasn't sure if the git beside him would have been worth persuing if he'd been paid.

He was a git after all. Even if his dorky glasses where kind of cute. He wasn't even really sure if the git had ment the comment in anyway other then with an irritation for dirt. Might as well find out. Aiden pulled off his quidditch jumper slowly, tugging at an out of sight spot as if it had gotten snagged inbetween the couch and his body and tugged it off and threw it on a heap on the floor. Leaning back he watched Sebastien for a reaction with nearly closed eyes.

"You'll have to be satisfied with that, or do a cleaning charm. I'm not in the habit of sitting about naked."

[Sara]

Gay? Eh. Sebastien didn't like labels. They never worked out in anyone's favor, and they only hurt people that didn't have the same ones. Besides, who honestly cared what his sexual orientation was anyway? So he liked men. Boys. Something. He didn't flaunt it, and he didn't want to. He had little interest in relationships. They were worse than labels. Sucking up all your free time while a significant other expected constant attention and worse, gifts. No, Seb didn't shop for anyone, not even himself. That was left to his house elves and his mum.

And certainly, if it came down to it, Sebastien was not going to shop for gifts for Aiden. Who, with just his luck, was probably more interested in looking up a girl's skirt than even telling Sebastien the time. The sixth year was childish, borish, and just downright everything Seb hated. He couldn't even wear a clean pair of pants for Merlin's sake! Tired or not, how hard was it to walk up a few stairs to change clothes? It wasn't like Aiden had to wash them himself or anything. That's what house elves were for, and they did a brilliant job. Seb even got his shirts back pressed and folded.

Neat, it practically defined the dark-haired boy. His pants were folded along the pleat and placed neatly at the bottom of his trunk. He owned three pairs of khakis, four pairs of black dress pants, and one pair of pinstipe suit pants. On top of those were his shirts, folded and pressed, in color order categorized by style (casual polos, short-sleeved dress shirts, long-sleeved dress shirts, he refused to own or wear t-shirts). Atop laid his watch, a few silver chain necklaces and bracelets and of course his boxers (and boxer briefs) and socks. He had a separate compartment for his shoes, which were of course sorted by color and style as well. The boy would scream if he found a blue polo mixed in with a blue short-sleeved dress shirt. It was odd, sure, but order was important, it didn't leave room for error.

It made Aiden's lack of personal hygiene that much more unbearable for Seb. Ugh. He couldn't stand it. It was like the filth would spread to him and they'd be forever buried in this cloud of dust and grime. Ew. Glancing up at Aiden, Seb shuddered and then went back to reading. He could put up with this, sure he could. He just wouldn't look at him. That disgusting pile of quidditch...ugh. He couldn't take it. But before he had an opportunity to scream his annoyances, Aiden was...No, he wasn't? Oh, no, he was. Bloody hell. Stripping, in the middle of the common room. What if another Ravenclaw came back early for dinner? It wasn't really that outlandish, they all liked to get in extra reading time. They never came back to socialize which would mean that seeing two older boys sitting in the great room, one now topless, would be overly odd.

Tell him to get dressed! half Sebastien's brain shouted. No, not in that dirty...thing, his mind contradicted. He does look bloody hot, a rather unused section of his body chimed in. And he did, blast all that quidditch training, the boy had a chest of heroes. Don't stare! the common sense section of his brain had finally joined the conversation, and Seb buried his face in his book. Which had taken up residence in his lap to try and stifle the growing problem in his pants.

" 's fine," he mumbled, trying to look unenthusiastic. Why did Aiden have to be so bloody hot? And why was he sitting there topless? Was he egging Seb on or just playing a dirty trick? If Sebastien tried anything would it be plastered all over the school walls the next morning? Ugh. He was so hot. So hot. Seb's resolve was slipping. "I'm not in the habit of sitting about naked." Scratch that. It was completely gone.

"Too bad," he said, closing the book on his lap. Which was doing a very poor job of hiding the bulge in his pants. He readjusted his glasses and stared at the dirty rag on the floor. Ew. And there was still more dirt on Aiden. It had to go. That was the real reason why Sebastien was frustrated Aiden wasn't completely nude. Yes, that was it. Not because he was hot or anything. No, because he was dirty, and Sebastien couldn't stand dirt. Right. Yep.

[Kathryn]

Despite the fact that he had been way too tired to want to get up right away off of where he'd dropped himself after Quidditch practice, wasn't to say he had horrible hygeine or that he was a dirty person. Aiden was a neat as any normal [Read: Not Sebastien] person when he wasn't in Quidditch uniform.

He wore clean, and nicely pressed clothes because he hated wrinkles, but wasn't obsessive about it simply because there wasn't any time in his schedule that allowed for obsessive neatness. He wasn't sure that even if he had the time he'd spend any more time than necessary to look fantastic, because why add 'obsessive loser' to the already neat labels of 'jock' and 'stupid'?

Besides, mess took up space and reminded him that he did happen to live in the castle for the majority of the year. He was more obsessive about personal hygiene however. He brushed his teeth after every meal, and showered daily, mostly because he practiced that much. He simply often allowed himself some time to rest and slow his heart rate down before he did it. Because really, there wasn't any room in his schedule for accidentally having a heart attack because he'd made the water too hot and startled himself.

Through his half lidded eyes, Aiden had noticed that Sebastien seemed to be staring at him, whether it was in disbelief that the 'idiot' had actually listened to him and started undressing, or because Aiden happened to have a nicely tanned body, without an ounce of baby fat. He wasn't a very concieted person, it's simply that beyond fooling people into thinking he was dumb, he had no room in his life for lies. And especially not to himself. He just happened to have wonderful genes.

The other boy finally managed to jerk his gaze away back to his book and Aiden lost interest for a few seconds in favour of staring at the fire, thinking that the somewhat odd exchange between the dorm mate he almost never spoke to, was over. Appearantly it wasn't, when said dorm mate suddenly decided he had another comment to make.

Aiden jerked his gaze back over in mild amusement as it seemed that perhaps Seb hadn't really ment to say that out loud. "We haven't even had a first date, and you're already trying to get me naked." It came out tinged just lightly in sarcasm, incase you know, Seb was just being an ass and he needed to dive back into that closet pretty quickly.

[Sara]

What Sebastien was expecting, and what actually happened were totally different things. His expectation? Aiden to give him a wide-eyed look, throw on his jumper, and dash up the stairs. Resulting in even more awkward stares and conversation the next time the two were together. Seb hadn't exactly meant to mutter his disapproval, it was just hard to ignore his hormones. So it was a good thing that Aiden hadn't reacted the way Sebastien had expected. Because the poor sixth year would be curled up in pain if he didn't get to release this tension soon.

However, the reaction he did get, wasn't one Seb was prepared for either. Sure, they were playing this sort of cat-and-mouse game with their glances, but it didn't mean anything. And that tinge of sarcasm in Aiden's voice was driving Seb crazy. It was fairly obvious that Aiden was now standing in the doorway of that unspoken closet, but whether or not he'd ever take a step out of it was another story. Frankly, Sebastien wasn't sure he was willing to take those steps either. He'd dated girls. Well, a girl. But it was enough to keep the questions at bay, at least for the time being.

"I don't date brats," Seb muttered, and looked down at his book. I only shag them, chimed his brain. He was debating whether or not he wanted to return to reading. Which, of course, wouldn't be what he was doing at all. But it was a good facade, if he needed one. Plus, it would stop him from jumping over the few inches between him and Aiden. Though, it would be a bit hard to claim he was reading with the rather obnoxious erection poking its way out of his pants. Nope, Seb never believed in being subtle, and when he did, his body always found a way to disagree.

[Kathryn]

Aiden wasn't entirely sure he wanted to take steps out of the closet and admit that he wasn't exactly tripping all over himself to get up a skirt, but if he admitted it to someone who he wanted to possibly get to know a little better outside of their clothing, it was probably not that bad idea. It'd only have to be the one person...But there was always the possibility that Seb would run his mouth. The fact that no one was in the Common Room was good, Aiden with being Mr. Popularity, would be believed a 100%. At least...he hoped.

Which was exactly why he was glad his schedule was far too busy to allow him the chance to properly woo somebody inside the castle. It made everything less complicated if he went after men he'd never see again, or at least, never see during the school year, and he could get through his Hogwarts years without a broken nose. Sounded good to him.

Besides, he had a problem with serious relationships. Seeing them for two months only, was a wonderful way to avoid that. Seeing them all year? Not so much. Watching Seb, return to his book, had inevitably drawn Aiden's gaze to the other boys lap. Mm...Well...maybe he could make an exception of not school boys, just this once...Besides, it was kind of thrilling, not knowing if he'd get caught or not. And teasing Seb would be entertaining, if nothing else.

Mind made up, Aiden shifted slightly closer, and tilted his head to try and catch Seb's gaze, leaning in enough so that his breathe could be felt on the other boys skin.

"You know saying that's a horrible way to get someone to kiss you."

[Sara]

It wasn't like Sebastien had just noticed Aiden for the first time. It was just, there were so many things about the platinum blond that just irked Seb. It was the way he was always so arrogant and the fact that he never seemed to open a book, and somehow still managed to get O's and E's. Once, Seb swore he caught his dormate reading under candle light, but at second glance the candle was out. Perhaps it was just the sixth year's fantasy that Aiden might not be all bulk and brawn.

Who knew if there was anything to that one dream, but here they were, alone, in the common room. The bloody common room where anyone at any given time could come waltzing into. Dinner would probably last another half hour at least, but what if Margie wanted to get in extra reading time. She had mumbled something to Seb about needing to catch up on her Charms work. And then there was Peter and Fletcher, inseperable, but quite straight (yeah, Seb didn't get it either), they might come back early. Okay, so they were almost always the last Ravenclaw's back from dinner, but there was always a chance that today would be different.

Seb just didn't want to get caught. He was happy with people not poking their nose into his business. He was single, and planning on staying that way. It was less about coming out about his sexuality and more that he just didn't have the patience for a relationship. They were too complicated, and they always ended up messy and ruined. Cynical from the only relationship he'd ever had, sure, but who could blame him? Margie had up and torn his heart out when he mumbled that he was sort of attracted to that Gryffindor keeper. He hadn't meant to blurt it out, but they had been snogging and it sort of slipped.

But Aiden? He might be willing to make an exception to the rule. That was, if the brat could be somewhat decent for at least a minute. Because, frankly, he was bloody attractive and avoiding him this long was starting to give Seb wet dreams. So, it was no wonder Sebastien was staring straight at Aiden as he inched closer and cocked his head. Bleeding...Take me, I'm yours Seb's mind screamed while his body simply cleared his throat. Hot breath, oh sweet Merlin. Hot, sticky breath. The dirt was still tucked in the corner of the Ravenclaw's mind, but maybe if they started snogging, Seb could pull off those dirty pants as solely an excuse to see Aiden nude.

"Kiss...someone?" Seb asked, trying not to hyperventilate. No, he was the one in control here. Aiden was the stupid jock and Seb knew all the right moves. This was wrong. So wrong, it was unfair. "It seems to be working just fine," he finally mumbled out and reached out to brush his fingers against the blond boy's tan, chiseled body.

[Kathryn]

Aiden wasn't suddenly just opening his eyes to Sebastien either, he simply had the luxury of not having enough time to spend with any one person too long to have any sort of...fantasy problems. Sure, he'd thought Seb as hot here or there, when the guy had been reading too long and had stretched, causing his shirt to ride up and expose his stomach, but he didn't have too much time to spend in the other boys presence to really have to dwell on it, or have it become a more...obvious notice.

It had made it easy to get popular with every sort of clique. He didn't really belong to any, other then he supposed jock, simply because when he wasn't doing work, or doing the rare social bumping from person to person, he was practicing, and thus he ended up socializing with his team most often. Otherwise, he rather fit in with everyone, except the brainiacs, they were polite enough, but he was too "dumb" to really fit in there.

And that was precisely where Sebastien fit, and exactly how Aiden could avoid him at all times necessary. And if Seb had ever brought up the "I think I saw you with a book", Aiden would either widen his eyes lightly to give an even stupider put on look than normal, or he'd have said it was on Quidditch. And then proceed to be even stealthier of his book use.

Aiden was distracted from thinking of anything else however when he caught Seb staring at him, in an almost deer-in-the-headlights kind of way, and then stammering about kissing. A slow almost satisfied smirk crossed his lips. So the brain obsessed git wasn't entirely immune to Aiden's looks. That was good. But, very few people were.

He let Seb touch him, and licked his lower lip deliberately, and looked up at him through lowered lashes. "Unless...I suddenly just decide to not kiss you.."

[Sara]

Sebastien wasn't a brainiac, at least, not by his standards. He just liked to read and there was nothing wrong with that. It wasn't like he spent every waking moment pouring over textbooks the way Margie did, and he certainly didn't write 5 sheets of parchment when the professors only asked for two like Jackson did. No, he was smart and he liked to read and there was nothing else to it. Or at least, that's what he had convinced himself. Because, otherwise, he would have no reason to associate himself with Aiden. Frankly, there would be a lot of mocking if any of his "friends" saw him even looking at the blonde boy.

Not because he was staring at another boy, but because it was common knowledge that Aiden was dumb as a rock. Supposedly, even talking to him would cause your IQ to drop, and for the smart kids, that was unacceptable. Seb didn't care, he was smart enough even if that were the case. It just wasn't the case, not with Aiden anyway. Maybe with Fletcher, the dolt only had his brawn to his advantage. Honestly, how he'd ended up in Ravenclaw was beyond Sebastien.

But that didn't matter, because he was sitting with Aiden, alone in the common room. Terribly attractive Aiden, whom Sebastien had little to no self-control around. As if the tent in his pants hadn't given that away already. Still, the raven-haired boy wasn't ready to give up yet. He was determined to be the leader not the follower, even if it was a bit out of character. Being male, it was just expected, no man wanted to be the "woman" in the relationship. No, Seb would do whatever it took.

Honestly, that was easier said than done. Maybe if he hadn't just touched Aiden's chest there would be hope. But now? All Seb could focus on was the lips in front of him that his mate was licking. He could barely understand the words that left the blonde boy's mouth. Too busy staring, it took a few moments before Sebastien could even reply. "Or...I kiss you first," he mumbled, leaning forward for a kiss. Yes, that would do nicely. Now, play along Aiden. Please!

[Kathryn]

Unlike most boys, he figured, Aiden didn't care one way or the other who dominated who in a physically sense, or who took control of the situation. He didn't assume it made him less of a man, but rather that, he figured it was generally enjoyable either way it happened, so did it really matter?

Apparently it mattered to Sebastien, that or the boy had just gotten tired of mucking about and wanted to get straight to the point. His lips quirked into a smirk, and he was about to retort with some dumb, although snide comment, when Seb firmly touched cool fingers to his chest, and planted his lips on his.

Still smirking against his lips, he kissed him back, lifting a hand to grip into Seb's hair. And was utterly surprised by well, how nice it was.

[Sara]

Seb's book was squished somewhere between his legs and Aiden's, and the pages were, no doubt, getting wrinkled. He would care later, and no doubt have to repare and clean the book, but right now all he wanted to do was kiss Aiden more. Thankfully, the blonde boy hadn't pulled away. That was a good sign, right? It meant that maybe they had some chemistry?

Even if Aiden decided they didn't get along after this, at least Sebastien had gotten a chance to touch that perfectly chiseled chest of his. And kiss him. Which one was better? Well, that was up to interpretation. Either way, he had no intention of stopping. Instead, Seb pressed himself on top of Aiden, pushing his hard-on into the other boy's hips as he forced his tongue into his mouth.

And he was trying not to think any more than that. The kiss was nice, and hot, and, well, that was it. He didn't really care where it went, or didn't go. This was enough.