Can't Stop. [Closed]

[Kathryn]

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

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

Setting: After classes, before dinner, in the hallways.

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Aiden ran a hand through his hair in a frustrated motion, anger visible on his face, but wide eyes were sure to look blank and rather empty headed even as his mind was going a mile a minute. It was a week to the day now. An entire week since he'd taken Sebastien to bed, or been taken to bed, depending on how you wanted to look at it, and it was driving him crazy!

Whether it was because he couldn't stop thinking about it, or because he and Sebastien avoided each other like the plague. If Aiden saw him coming in any direction, he started stumbling out about something he forgot to do and hurried away in the opposite direction. It was times like this his cover worked in his favour, was anyone surprised that he was so forgetful? Not in the least.

And he was pretty sure Sebastien got up extra early every morning, just to avoid the possibility of running into Aiden as he was getting up. And coming up with new reasons, and finding new routes to take to get to where he wanted to go, and to always end up on the opposite side of the room from him, was starting to take a toll. And it had only been a week!

Aiden hardly knew Sebastien, and in the time he had, he seemed as elitist as most everyone else in Ravenclaw. The less intelligent were the outcasts of the house, whether their grades were high or not. Just because they had a good work ethic, and good study habits, didn't make them worth of Ravenclaw to certain people, and Sebastien had always appeared the same way. Aiden didn't like people like that. He manipulated people like that easy. Not to be malicious, but he'd done it every day since he stepped foot into Hogwarts, and in living with him, he hadn't gotten any other impression.

So why couldn't he get him out of his head? It couldn't still be lust. He'd had Sebastien, so shouldn't he be done with him then? Gotten him out of his system? maybe Sebastien was contagious and he needed a shot to get rid of him.

...And if that wasn't completely ludicrous. Ugh! The boy was ruining him. And speak of the Devil, and he shall appear...

For Aiden had just crashed right into the last person he really wanted to be pressed up against right then. Blinking big doe eyes up at his dormmate, he said, "um...hi?"

[Sara]

Sebastien had been avoiding Aiden, but it wasn't because they had been together. Well, at least, that's what he convinced himself as he continued to drown himself in homework and spending time with Margie. He didn't even really like her, but she hardly ever shut up, so being around her at least served as good distraction. It had only been a week, and Seb was content to keep this up as long as necessary. After all, Aiden didn't speak to him before, why should he expect him to speak to him after. So they'd shagged, that didn't mean things had to change.

Seb wasn't really doing it because of the shagging, more to keep away the awkward stares they'd both receive if Mr. Jock and Mr. Bookworm started spending time together. So he'd started getting up earlier, taking faster showers, eating only while Aiden was practicing, just to give them both some space. They shared a dorm, if Aiden really wanted to speak to him, all he had to do was walk over and ask.

It didn't surprise Seb in the least that the blonde boy hadn't come to his bed again. The oaf had probably forgotten his name, or been spending too much time trying to understand the new potions lesson to even be bothered with Sebastien. And, as much as Seb didn't like to label anyone, Aiden's was just a stereotype that was hard to ignore. Being a Ravenclaw meant being brainy, not just being studious; that's what Hufflepuff was known for. And Seb had never seen Aiden being either, just acting stupid and practicing for quidditch all the time. The black-haired boy supposed that Aiden could have been smart somewhere underneath, but if that were the case, why didn't he have the common sense not to hide it?

Either way, Seb was done thinking about Aiden for the time being. He never really went to quidditch games anyway, and none of his friends were much into sports, so they just didn't bring him up. His getting up early had pretty much become routine, so that didn't even make Sebastien's head spin. Nope, Aiden was out of his head. Well, out of his head as long as he was awake. Sleeping, well, he'd been having recurring dreams about Aiden for the whole week. And they weren't just your average teenage fantasy, they were the kind of dreams that Seb often awoke finding himself sweating and very hard over.

That was really why Seb had been avoiding the other 6th year boy. He wasn't exactly sure how his mouth, and more importantly, his body, would react to being around Aiden again. Which was why he was caught completely off guard as the quidditch star slammed into him. His books were pressed between them, and scattered on the floor, and he was pretty sure his ink bottle had just smashed around their feet. Swallowing hard, Seb took a step back, replying with an equally awkward. "Hi."

[Kathryn]

Besides avoiding the crap out of Sebastien, if he had wanted to speak to him, what was he supposed to say? "That was a lovely shag, let's go get drinks?" Because really, he was closeted for a reason, and Seb appearing so elitist had never lead to conversations that they didn't have to have. Aiden didn't know anything about Seb that he hadn't observed in class, over heard, or seen in passing. Which, when you added it up, wasn't much. And most of it wasn't anything Aiden could actually talk about.

Oh, he was sure if he dropped the facade that if he really wanted to, he and Sebastien could have a few good debates, since they didn't like each other at all and most likely wouldn't agree on anything, or meaningful conversations, or he'd at least be able to pull out a subject Sebastien had an opinion on. But he wasn't going to ruin all of his hard work to try and figure out why Sebastien just wouldn't get out of his head.

And as for picking up exactly where they left off with several more shags or closetted making out, how did one go about doing that? Aiden had never had a relationship, consisting of just shagging or more, within Hogwarts, where all people knew was what he wanted them to see. He couldn't bring up a discussion about it, it wasn't what people would expect him to do, and the way he thought of Seb, why on earth would that boy want anything more to do with him? Secret or not? And apparantly Aiden was right and he didn't, because he wasn't approached either.

But he still couldn't get him out.

Straightening up properly and ruffling a his hair again before running his hand down to the rub the back of his neck in a clearly awkward gesture, he looked at a point over Seb's shoulder. "Sorry. You aight?" And so what if he was speaking to quickly and it all came out kind of squished together?

[Sara]

Seb could feel his cheeks flushing, and his eyes were glued to Aiden's hand as it ran through his hair. Bullocks, where was Margie when he actually needed a distraction!? Okay, so maybe Seb had been thinking about Aiden a lot more than he was letting on. The 6th year had been running through his head on a more than daily basis (Seb spent the majority of his class time picturing his dorm mate), but that didn't mean he should act on it. What was he supposed to do about it exactly? If he walked up to the blonde boy during the school day no doubt one of his mates would tease Sebastien for his glasses, or reading too much, or having the crease pressed in his pants, and Seb, well, he didn't enjoy being teased. Not that anyone really did.

Infatuation wasn't something Sebastien was used to anyway. He didn't have time for relationships, and thus, didn't let himself caught up in the frilly emotions that lead to one either. But with Aiden they were such a bloody distraction! Seb was frustrated, sexually and mentally. He was supposed to be preparing for his Wizard's Chess Tournament this weekend, and every time he thought about moving a knight somewhere, or capturing the queen, Aiden popped back into his head and he'd make a wrong move.

What he would give to make these antsy, lovestruck, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach emotions go away!

Sebastien raised an eyebrow as Aiden sped through his apology and concern. Obviously, he wanted to run away. This made Seb feel a little less uncomfortable, at least he hadn't been the only one avoiding this. "I'm fine," he answered, kneeling down to pick up and reorganize his books and parchment. He held up a page that was soaked in ink and cleaned it off before stuffing it in a folder. "My ink bottle sacrificed itself though, I'm afraid." Seb let out a soft smile, then pushed his glasses up on his nose and stood up again. "You?"

[Kathryn]

While, Aiden loved his friends, if he was being honest, they were nearly as bad as Sebastien's. They were less about being elitist and mostly just made it a point to antagonize the other's because they just didn't fit. They behaved as if because they were the 'outcasts' they had to prove that they earned the label in every way possible. Aiden, himself, just flitted from every social circle and was generally polite, if stupid, to everyone.

But Aiden couldn't really say that if he tried to talk to Sebastien, he wouldn't be teased in much the same way. Oh, it'd be a hell of a lot more subtle, that's for sure, but because they were under the impression that he was stupid, it wouldn't be subtle enough, and he'd have to act like he didn't know they were making fun of everything he did.

He didn't much like doing that. Not to say that every Ravenclaw who fit the stereotype was that way, but most of them were, and Aiden just didn't care enough to go asking for it.

He really probabyl should have helped Sebastien pick up his books as it was half his fault, but seeing him get to his knees sent a whole lot of thoughts that weren't so pg rated through his brain, and he was pretty sure if he accidentally touched a part of Seb's skin when handing over a book, his brain would short circuit from the spark, and he really would be stupid.

"I uh...give you another one?" He licked his lips hurriedly, suddenly feeling like his mouth was much too dry. "I'm...fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?"

[Sara]

Did he have to stand there licking his lips? Sweet Merlin, that was just unfair! Seb brushed off the dust and dirt on his pants, trying his best to avoid looking at Aiden. Because who knew how his body would react if he actually spent a moment to look at those lips and that face, and then, well, the rest of him. That was one thing Aiden had going for him that Sebastien didn't. Seb was a scrawny, very tall boy, and always had been. Aiden on the other hand seemed to have this perfect anatomy about him. Maybe it was the fact that he practiced for quidditch twice a day, or maybe it was just good genetics, but whatever it was, it made Seb weak in the knees.

Not only did he have trouble standing, but his brain? Mush. Maybe that was the reason that Aiden always acted so dumb. Okay, so he couldn't be crushing on every person who spoke to him, but it made Seb feel a little more comfortable with the idea of liking such a dolt. As much as he didn't want to admit it, that's what this was. A week of wet dreams and a clouded head even in class, there really was no other explanation.

"You..don't have to do that," he said finally, looking up at Aiden, who then rushed through a few more sentences. He looked as if the world was about to come crashing down around them. Was he really that afraid of someone seeing the two of them together? Well, Seb was done with that. They were here now, and he was tired of all the extra effort it took to avoid Aiden.

"I..." You what? You missed him? You want to kiss him? What, you bloody idiot?! "I...haven't seen you in a while." Wow, that was genius.

[Kathryn]

"Sure I do...It's my fault it's broken." It wasn't that he was afraid of being seen with Sebastien, the questions and ribbing he'd get from his friends wouldn't be that horrible, and what were people going to say anyway? That he ran into Seb and he stayed five minutes to talk. Big deal. What he was afraid of, was not having any self control. The way Seb was looking at him made Aiden want to shove him into the nearest wall and have his wicked way with him.

Of course, that was impossible and the fact that even just thinking about it made him want to stumble backwards and far, far away.

"You...?" He prompted, now looking vaguely amused and more relaxed. At least he wasn't the only one uncomfortable. He blinked. Well, whatever he had been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. "I...well, I have practice a lot...and you're not on the team." ...fucking, duh. He berated himself silently. He wanted to look stupid, not like he had one functioning brain cell.

"You're not exactly easy to find, either."

[Sara]

Now Seb was the one biting on his bottom lip. Godric, why was he so uncomfortable around Aiden? He'd been with other boys before, just, none at Hogwarts. But he'd had summer romances, and he'd never been faced with the inability to talk, let alone think. Was it some kind of spell that Aiden had cast on him? It couldn't just be a simple case of like, could it? Either way, Seb was starting to feel the effects. Effects like not noticing that the boy in front of him couldn't form coherent sentences either.

"I don't..like sports?" Seb said, with a bit of a question at the end. Not that he was questioning the fact that he didn't like sports (he definitely didn't, and had zero athletic ability to top it off), but well, he wasn't sure what he was questioning either.

"I've been in the library a lot?" There was that stupid question voice again.

Seb shook his head, now standing there unable to move, and unsure of what exactly to do next. "Didn't think you wanted me around," he said finally, looking at the blonde boy through his black-rimmed glasses. "Just sort of figured you wanted a one night stand sort of thing."

There, he'd said it. There was no going back now. And, if Aiden said that's what he wanted, well, then Seb would just find a way to get him out of his head, and his dreams. He would just have to find someone else to crush on. Like Peter, or Fletcher. Right, who was he kidding? They were both bigger morons than Aiden. And, besides, Seb wanted there to be something more between him and Aiden. Even if they did have very little in common.