Quick! Grab my balls! (OPEN)

Sweet as Cam’s smile might be (I swear it just gave me diabetes), it did nothing to quell the Irish teen’s irritation. To him, there was no hint in sincerity in the blonde’s apology, only pure and unadulterated sarcasm. Which was why he pounced on the human light bulb without giving it a second thought, determined to wipe the smirk off the pretty boy’s face. “Sorry to pop your fantasy, but you and me on a bed will never happen. Unless of course you get filthy rich and not just filthy. And besides, didn’t I hear that you like it hard?” There was no hint of desire or lust in the boy’s voice however, even as he shifted to straddle the blonde below him slightly. (To pin him more effectively, Romeo says). A hint of playfulness maybe, but more irritation and annoyance than anything really. “Suddenly you’re the mop master now? Let’s see you do any better.”

It wasn’t until the girl spoke did Romeo notice her leaving. “Fuck no. Didn’t even get her name. Was about to, till you came along and told her I’m gay.” He rolled off Cam and stood up, but not before giving the blonde a not-so-soft smack on the head. “And you wonder why I don’t drag you with me when I go out. You’re such a lousy wingman you know.” He extended a hand out to help Cam get up, then moved around to gather the wayward balls. “Have you seen them? They’re just so, ugh.” He made an obscene gesture with his hands and chest, using the basketballs he had on his hand to emphasize what he was referring to. “Kept on staring at me though, pretty sure she’d be looking for me ‘round campus now,” added the Irish teen with a confident smirk.

He simply rolled his eyes at Cameron’s comment, dumping the three balls he had on the basket then throwing the mop to the blonde. “Since you’re so great at moping, go wipe it while I grab the balls Lampshade.” He says he’s not asking; he’s demanding.

Romeo would like to argue with that particular statement, insisting that there were a few things that could potentially put him at ease. A bottle of alcohol, for example, does wonders to his nerves. A good blowjob also achieves the same result, sometimes even better (just as long as teeth use is minimized as much as possible). “Oh I am fun, it’s just that you’ve been deemed a very bad kisser by more than half the female Hammel population and thus I refuse to associate with you even further,” answered the Irish teen with a snort, pinching the blonde’s nose, “I mean, they say being a loser’s contagious right? No offense, but I’d rather not be one.” He did growl slightly when Cam said that the floor’s still dirty. His back’s aching so much and he says that his work has done nothing to abate the floor’s mess? “Maybe I should use your hair as a mop and grab all the filth away. Who knows, the filth might even dye your hark darker. Brunettes have all the fun after all.” He sent Cam a sleazy wink as he crossed his arms, followed by a very smug grin.

“I chose the part where you came in and gave her a look that said ‘get your disgusting hands away from my man, you worthless hooker!’.” Romeo said that statement complete with an irritating falsetto voice, stereotypical black woman attitude and exaggerated gestures, which made him laugh soon after. “The fact that you’re asking me that just proves why I’m such a stud and you’re not.” He continued grabbing around the basketballs, deciding to simply thy and shoot those that rolled far away instead of walking across the court back and forth, back and forth. (He’s not a good shot though, so a good 50% of the balls just hit the wall and bounce away, earning a grunt from the boy each time). “She probably was, ‘till she saw your gay porno collection. And that dildo you made from my dick when I fell asleep in your room once.”

The Irish teen had his back turned to Cam when the blonde grabbed the mop, so when he saw what the other boy was planning, it came a little too late. He felt some of it drip on his back and instinctively he threw the three balls he had towards the blonde. “Stop being such a faggot dude,” he growled, shaking his head while smiling, “Besides, it’s not like you have anything else to do other than jack off to me in your room. Why else would you be here anyway?”