No Strings Attached (Van)

[Lucas Scott Christensen]

Luke sat at his desk staring down at his notebook, with an assignment he was supposed to be working on for class. Music played loudly in his ears, as he rocked his chair back on its back legs. Luke wanted to enjoy it while he still could, music that is. He'd been at St. Helena's for a few days, because apparently liking sex meant he had a problem, a sexual addiction, At least according to his parents and his counselor. Sex was sex, one was supposed to enjoy it, or what was the point? It should be that if someone dd not enjoy sex, they had a sexual problem, not the other way around as far as Luke was concerned. Yeah he had porn on his computer, sex toys, but what teenage boy didn't? If he did what his parents wanted he'd probably be celibate until he got married, which was not going to happen. He cringed at the thought. Not to mention they tried to ignore the fact that their son liked girls and boys[i/]. Well, really he was omnisexual, but there was only so much they could take at one time. He could still remember the look on his father's face when he walked into the house and saw him having sex with two people. A girl and a guy. And as funny as that would have been to Luke, it was also that moment his parents ruined his life. He had goals, and plans, none of which would happen now.

Sighing, he set his chair back down on all four legs. His homework was so not getting done right now. Luke set down his pen, and closed his notebook. Out of his peripheral vision he saw movement, and paused his music, taking out his ear buds and placing them on the table. Twisting some in his chair he turned to his roommate, Van, and said, ”Hey, man. What's up?”

Timeline: August 4, 7:00PM

[Vanyel Tieran Ashkevron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] in the end in the end as you fade into the night who will tell the story of your life in the end as my souls laid to rest what is left of my body or am i just a shell i have fought and with flesh and blood i commanded an army through it all i have given my heart for a moment of glory OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: luke | WORDS: 521 vanyel was a straight a student, had been for as long as he could remember. it was hard not to be the perfect student when you didn't waste your time on useless frivel like attempting to find time to hang out with your friends, or time spent texting, or dating, or other such nonsense. it wasn't that vanyel didn't have time for friends, but he wouldn't know what to do with one if he did have one. he simply didn't know how to connect to anyone. so he didn't bother with it. he was currently sitting at his own desk in the dorm room he shared with a boy named Lucas and went by Luke. The only noise he heard was the scratching of his pen on the paper in front of him and the faint music from Luke's headphones. he paused in his writing, tapping something into the calculator which resided by his notepad and text book before he wrote down the answer that was given to him. there wasn't a single scratch on his paper from his pen that was meant to mark out a mistake in the math equations he was writing down. a few taps to the calculator and he was writing down the next step. this continued on and on until he heard the voice of his roommate. without bothering to look up at the other male, he spoke quietly. "algebra homework." he didn't share most people's hatred of math, it was simply a necessity in the scholarly world. math was something a student could never hope to escape, even if they had no math classes. there was always math somewhere, such as science. "how is your assignment coming?" his voice, as usual, was flat, monotonous. it held no influx that might suggest genuine interest, though his voice never fluxuated when he spoke. it was low, baratone, and unchanging. he finally glanced up to the other male as he completed the last problem he had been working on. the other male was at st. helena's for having a sex addiction. truthfully, vanyel wasn't entirely sure how one diagnosed a sexual addiction. his attention moved back to his paper and the final question in the book which was such a simple equation that it took him only a few moments to write down and complete before he closed his textbook and clicked his pen, finally turning his full attention to his roommate. "did you want something?" he asked, rising from his desk to place his textbook and notebook back into his backpack, kneeling at the foot of his bed to allow this action to be fullfilled easier. once that was done, he lifted only to sit on the edge of his bed, facing the other male, hands resting casually on his knees as he waited for the other's answer. perhaps the other male needed help with his homework? vanyel wasn't exactly 'tutor' material, but perhaps he could help the other, depending on what the class what that he was working on the assignments for. DATE: august 4 - 7:00 PM NOTES: shitty word count, sorry

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[Lucas Scott Christensen]

Luke barely heard his roommates answer. It was quiet, and Vanyel hadn't looked him for him to see his lips. He knew he had hearing aids that he was supposed to wear, but he didn't feel like it, and as far as he was concerned he got along just fine without them. . He knew there was a good chance he would go from being hard of hearing to eventually Deaf, it was more just a matter of time. And it was one of the reasons he had signed up for the ASL class the school offered. But, he hadn't told anyone at St. Helena's about his hearing loss, he didn't want people's pity.

”It's not,” look said sighing softly in frustration. He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, he was too damn horny to think straight. Luke hadn't had sex since he arrived at St. Helena's, hell he hadn't even masturbated because it always seemed like one of the adult staff was watching his every move. He wanted to be released from St. Helena's, not give them a reason to say he needed to stay longer. But, there was only so much he could take. What teenage boy went without sex? His father had annoyingly wiped all the porn from his computer, found his magazines, and pretty much everything else he had. Practically doing a better job of searching his things than the school had.

He rose from his desk, and haphazardly shoved his things into his bag, not caring about it at all. Straightening up, he looked at Vanyel sitting on his bed, and unable to stop his body from reacting felt himself getting hard, not that he would have really made an effort to stop himself anyway. ”Yeah,” he said, his voice husky from lust he did not even try to hide from the other guy. Crossing to the bed, Luke kept his eyes on Vanyel as he walked, rolling his tongue over his lips to wet them slightly as he came up to the bed. Bending slightly, Luke pressed his lips to Vanyel's in an aggressive kiss, it wasn't gentle by any means, but he wasn't looking for love, just sex. Whether or not his roommate wanted it, or even swung that way, had not even crossed his mind.

OUTFIT

[Vanyel Tieran Ashkevron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] in the end in the end as you fade into the night who will tell the story of your life in the end as my souls laid to rest what is left of my body or am i just a shell i have fought and with flesh and blood i commanded an army through it all i have given my heart for a moment of glory OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: luke | WORDS: 564 vanyel arched an eyebrow as the other male stated that his assignment was simply not going. well that hardly seemed very prosperous. "what's wrong? having trouble concentrating?" couldn't be because the other's music was loud enough for even vanyel to hear it from across the room, could it? vanyel could not do that, listen to music and do homework. it was to much distraction for him. luckily, luke's music wasn't loud enough to provide any kind of distraction for him or else he'd have to be doing his homework in the library. while not terrible, the library tended to draw crowds. study groups, even individuals sitting at the long tables beside of strangers. he didn't much care for it. his attention returned to his roommate when the other rose from his desk and began pushing things into his bag. He leaned back slightly on his bed, resting his weight on his hands as he watched the other with disinterest. He tilted his head ever-so-slightly when the other began to simply stare at him. and then the other was answering his question as to whether or not he wanted something in the affirmative. his voice seemed different though. more raspy, perhaps, as if he'd been screaming for a long period of time. and then the other was walking towards him, licking his lips. vanyel didn't move as he watched the other and didn't move as he bent and then felt luke's lips against his own. the kiss was domineering, and after a moment, vanyel simply decided it didn't matter much. he pushed back up against the other male, his lips moving against the other male's before he reached up, gripping the other's shirt and pushed him backwards slightly, allowing him to rise up to his feet so he was on more equal ground with the other male. watching him for a moment, he reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, letting the fabric fall down to the bed and he watched the other male for a moment as he stood there shirtless. "i assume this is what you wanted?" he asked expressionlessly, watching the other. "or am i wrong in my assumptions that you wish to fuck me?" so he was blunt, who cared? if he was wrong, it didn't really matter. "i will tell you now, however... that i don't do boyfriends. so don't think that by me allowing this, you're getting yourself a boyfriend or any other such nonsense." best to keep that clear. he hated people who got emotionally attached to him just because they had sex. it was why he never slept with virgins, but giving what his roommate was in st. helena's for, vanyel figured he could safely wager that luke was not a virgin, and he certainly hoped that the male wasn't the type to form emotional attachments to those that he slept with. again, however, seeing what luke's "issue" was, vanyel was fairly certain he could count on luke to not want anything more than the physicality of sexual intercourse. so he moved towards the other male, raising a hand to place it on luke's chest before leaning up and nipping the other's throat before moving his mouth up to press his lips firmly against the other male's fiercely. DATE: august 4 - 7:00 PM NOTES: shitty word count, sorry

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[Lucas Scott Christensen]

Lucas did not reply when Vanyel asked him a question. Yeah, he was having trouble focusing on his homework, he thought that much had been obvious. Really, Luke didn't feel much like talking. As he was kissing Vanyel, it finally occurred to Luke that maybe his roommate would not appreciate being kissed by another male. Not everyone was okay with kissing someone of the same gender, just because Lucas was so not heterosexual, didn't mean his roommate wasn't. That thought quickly left his mind, however when Vanyel kissed him back. Not that Vanyel being straight would have stopped him. The word 'no' would have gotten him to stop, or even the other male pulling away right away. He would have just shrugged it off and gone searching for someone else to have sex with. It never hurt to try, and see which was someone went, as far as Luke was concerned.

Vanyel pushed him back some, and Luke obeyed, his lips leaving Vanyel's, and giving the other man room to stand up. For a second Luke did nothing but take in the sight of Vanyel unbuttoning his shirt. It was a nice view, Luke thought with a smile. Vanyel's voice pulled him out of his admiration for the other man's body. ”Yes, I want to fuck.” he stated simply, not bothering to mince or censor his words, his roommate was blunt, to the point, something Luke appreciated and had no problem reciprocating. Luke took off his shirt, as Vanyel continued to talk, and threw it haphazardly across the room. Nodding slightly when he stood bare chested in front of the other male. ”That's how I like it. No strings attached. Just sex.” he confirmed, in full agreement with Vanyel. Lucas was not a fan of attachments, of relationships. It was simply just sex to him, and he was glad Vanyel saw it the same way. If someone wanted a serious relationship, Luke was not a person they should go to. For him it was all about the physicality of sexual intercourse, and whoever was closest and easiest to satisfy his needs. There was no emotion behind it, no strings attached, just as he had told Vanyel. If he were being honest, Luke could not even name a large number of people that he had, had sex with. It just wasn't important to him.

Luke felt the warmth of Vanyel's hand on his chest. What the other did next took him slightly by surprise, and his lips parted as he took in a breath. He liked pain with his pleasure. Liked probably was not a strong enough word. Loved it, actually. Needed it. It turned him on. When Vanyel kissed him possessively, Luke moaned softly, before deepening the kiss, then moved his mouth so he could nibble on the other man's lip. He bit down on it firmly, but not so hard that he would draw blood. His hands moved to work on undoing the other man's pants.