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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 12, 2007 22:18:48 GMT -5
Angel raised his head as Tommy guided his chin off, not being able to hide his smile and his blush. "Me too," he said quietly. His arms were at his sides and he, just as he'd expected, he had no idea what to do with him. It was awkward, but...it was right. It was comfortably awkward. He kept them at his sides for a moment, letting Tommy cup his face as a few shivers ran down his spine.
"Please do," he said with a small smile, moving a bit closer to the talller boy.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Feb 12, 2007 22:24:48 GMT -5
"As you wish," Tommy said trying to be as charming as he could manage. But then of course, he thought that he probably just sounded very corny right there. Well, hopefully Angel would let it go after the second kiss. Tommy leaned in the rest of the way to press his lips to Angel's. Unlike the first, he held there longer still not daring to move anything. Even his hands were cemented where they were. But with just a simple kiss, Tommy was compleatly calmed and happy. It was like weed, but so better than the high. This was a love high.
He parted from Angel hesitantly. "Better, worse?" Tommy asked him quietly with an amused smile.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 12, 2007 22:38:00 GMT -5
Angel returned the kiss slowly, his eyes closing gently. It was official; best day ever. Not even a competition. Tommy was a good kisser and everything...not that Angel could really compare. But it felt good. That was what mattered.
"Well...it's hard to say. Better, I think..." Angel smirked. "Though it would never hurt to try again...you know, to be sure," he laughed softly.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Feb 12, 2007 22:46:17 GMT -5
Tommy's smile spread from ear to ear. "That's true. I mean I'm all about...trying. And you know...seeing." He gulped and placed his free hand on Angel's waist. They were awful close, not that he minded that in the least bit. For a moment he wondered if someone could be watching. But looking down at Angel...he couldn't care less if someone was watching.
He kissed Angel again with slightly more force behind it. Kissing Angel was soon becoming his favorite of hobbies.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 12, 2007 22:57:00 GMT -5
Angel returned the kiss slowly, trying his best to gage how much force Tommy was putting into it, and how much he should've returned. Somehow his hands made their way up Tommy's sides and onto his shoulders. He just needed to be close to the other boy.
"Better...definitely better," he breathed once they'd broken away. He wasn't thinking straight; usually he'd be looking left and right to make sure no one was looking. But he didn't even notice this time. Tommy made everything else in the world seem insignificant.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Feb 12, 2007 23:19:53 GMT -5
Tommy shivered realizing that Angel's hands were now on him. But he tried to ignore them and just enjoy the nearness of him. "At least we're progressing. It would be kind of sad if they just got worse as we went along. I think it's kinda encouraging isn't it?" Tommy asked quietly.
He knew that they should go. That standing right there and kissing Angel wouldn't exactly be the best thing for any couple, no matter what type of people made up the couple. But Tommy ignored his consceince...they could go walking later...or whenever Angel was ready.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 12, 2007 23:38:18 GMT -5
"Exactly...maybe it'll keep getting better as we go along," he said quietly, his thumb tracing a pattern on Tommy's shoulder. He knew they were probably getting stares, but he didn't care at all. They were just jealous. Who wouldn't be? He kissed Tommy's cheek gently, staying close to him for a few more minutes.
"Think we should get going? It's almost sunset," he added with a little grin, tracing the seam on the fabric on one of Tommy's shoulders.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Feb 13, 2007 15:39:41 GMT -5
"That would be something to look forward to," Tommy said nodding and watching Angel's hand from the corner of his eyes. He couldn't help but feel...perfect. When Angel kissed his cheek, he blushed slightly and kept that goofy grin on his face. He was glad that he had the guts to ask Angel to kiss him...he enjoyed the results.
Tommy looked up at the sun that was slowly moving west. "I guess we should. Should we head towards your house? Or mine? Or do you just wanna keep walking?" He asked while looking down at Angel's waist where his own hand was planted.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 13, 2007 16:33:14 GMT -5
"Well...some point I should probably call my dad...you know. Let him know I'm alive. But there's no rush," Angel assured him with a smile. "Do you have to go somewhere? We can start heading to your place if you need to. Um...don;t take this the wrong way," Angel bit the inside of his lip, trying to figure out how to word what he needed to say. "But...it might be better if we don;t go to my place....not at first, anyway," he finished weakly. But he was confidant that Tommy would understand...hopefully.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Feb 13, 2007 16:45:32 GMT -5
"Nope, I got nothing to do. Maybe one day I can actually go to my classes...then I would have homework to do. But I haven't quite made it there yet. Cept I got Gym, philosophy in. The other two not so much," Tommy grinned taking a hold to Angel's hand. He had to smirk, "Don't worry about it, Ang. I know what you mean." Truthfully, his brain couldn't really handle anything beyond kissing at this point. But he did enjoy the kissing part.
"If you want you could call your dad from my house," Tommy offered. "Could say that we're working on something for class or something." Then he wondered how his mother would react. She would probably not even bat at eyelash at them. Why should she anyway?
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 13, 2007 16:58:43 GMT -5
"Ooh, skipper," Angel teased, grinning. He paused at Tommy's suggestion. "Do your parents know about...you?" he asked gently, his fingers still playing gently with the seam on his shirt. Probably not, he said to himself, smoothing the fabric softly.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Feb 13, 2007 17:08:51 GMT -5
Tommy chuckled and nodded. "I do a lot of that. But I always keep up with my classes. Still manage to pull out straight A's." Tommy shrugged. He never really felt the need to flaunt his grades to other people. Or to hide it. So he really just said it and let it be.
"Oh..." Tommy shook his head. "Naw. That whole grade thing. It's all they care about really. They're so determined that I be the first one in the family to go to college...which is fine and all. But that's all they care about really. If I'll get a scholarship, where I'll go. Stuff like that they're always willing to talk about." He paused and then sighed. "They know that I get good grades. But they don't know who I am. Not just the...gay part. They don't even know my friends really. They wave when they come...but they don't even process their names...not that I'm complaining or anythings. Things could be worse." Things could always be worse.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 13, 2007 17:24:43 GMT -5
"Well that's what really matters," Angel shrugged, a smile forming on his. He'd always loved smart guys. He was tempted to kiss Tommy again, but held off. Just a little longer.
"Well...at least they don't watch your every move, right?" Angel asked quietly, trying to show him the bright side, even though he didn't seem too broken up about it. "I mean...I'm sure they do care...they just need to get their priorities straight," he reasoned.
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Post by Tommy Collins on Feb 13, 2007 17:34:57 GMT -5
"I guess so. Mr. Newly likes to glare at me every morning though. I think I skip class purely for that glare. And then the pat on the back later." Collins explained with a smile. "He's one of the few good teachers there. A few years back when I had him, a girl was hysterically crying out in the hallway. Everyone was ignoring her but he took her over and sat her down in the teachers lounge and talked to her. Turns out he didn't even know her. He's great. People who give a damn...you know?"Like you
Tommy shook his head. "Yeah they don't. They kinda tune out after they hear how I did on my tests. I think you're right. They care...just...gotta spread it. I don't know...don't matter," He said shrugging. Sometimes his parents bothered him, but he would always let it go.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Feb 13, 2007 19:17:44 GMT -5
"Mr. Newley...I think I've had him," Angel said thoughtfully, thinking back. "I'm pretty sure...last year for english. He was pretty cool," he agreed. Though, it seemed there were alot of good teachers there...that was the good thing about Scarsdale. You were unlikely to get a completely horrible teacher. Or so he had found.
Angel nodded slowly, watching Tommy carefully. He didn't really buy that it didn't matter, but he didn't want to make Tommy feel worse, either. And he didn't want to pry.
"Where do you live, anyway?" he asked. Angel didn;t really want to leave the embrace...but if they were going to Tommy's house, they were going to have to break apart sometime. Besides, it was a little cold. Though Tommy had made that little problem seem much less significant.
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