Don't Mind Me (Cam)

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter cared about a lot of things more than his schoolwork. One of those things was socialising, another was looking out for his twin brother Dom, and the third was the interest he had taken to the sport of fencing. Being a Terrakinetic made matches a lot more interesting, and he was not opposed to using the ability against his brother if it helped his game in any way.

But the sport was exhausting, and working up a sweat was all part of it. Dominique had decided to go back to his dorm for a shower, which likely meant he was meeting up with someone straight afterwards.

The other twin had opted for the men's locker room for his shower, because he had no shame and it was convenient. Separated by shoulder-high partitions that doubled as shelves for soap and all that, it was ridiculously easy to turn and look over at the other person for a conversation, though most weren't up to socialising in the shower like Carter was. So he kept to himself, humming along a small run as the warm water ran through his blonde hair and down his face.

[Cameron Osiris]

Cameron cared about way too many things, and way too many people. Sometimes he wondered where he got all the time for everything from, plus having a part time job. Well, the year was still just beginning, perhaps he would start to feel stressed eventually, but for now, he would take the smooth sailing while it lasted.

As if he didn't have enough going on, he had tried to get into running. He was getting better and better, but he was hardly any good. Every time it killed him and every time he got up and tried again. You know, after a week of so of trying to recover from every aching muscle in his body. The weather was getting too cold to run outside though, and he opted for using the gym and running laps until he couldn't anymore.

Why was it that running always lead to showers, and showers always had sexy people in them? It would've been only too easy to take a peek at the other blonde, but for now he was just sending him a smile and unsuccessfully trying to get the sweat off of him. "Sup Carter?" Cam asked casually, like men do when in the shower beside one another. "Got some body wash I can borrow?"

[Carter Chevalier]

It didn't take long for Carter to notice who was beside him. He had met Cam before; they knew each other but not well enough to be considered friends. And that for Cart was fine, considering he didn't need to make close friends with the people he was attracted to. Not unless they wanted to, anyway.

Some people said there was a rule about talking in locker rooms and all that, but Cart always assumed that was for people who were uncomfortable with being there. "Good to see you, Cam." Carter offered in response. He turned slightly to the other side, picking up a bottle and handing it across. "Dom only left me some Old Spice. So at least you know you'll smell like a real man." He explained, chuckling slightly at his brother's sense of humour.

"Running again?" Carter asked idly, "I've seen you out there once or twice. You looked like you were improving."

[Cameron Osiris]

Cam always liked being friends with people, even if they weren't close friends. Especially people you made out with, it was nice to have something to say that wasn't awkward. Moans and groans didn't count.

This boy definitely wasn't shy, and if he was, he probably wouldn't be showering in public. But showering in public was one of many ways to inconspicuously show off, and you know, check everyone else out too. Cam took the bottle with gratitude. "Better than nothin'," he said, pouring some into his hand and giving it back, before it went to all the right places.

Cam smirked, closing his eyes under the running water. "Improving, yeah, you could call it that," he laughed at himself, "at least I wasn't passing out like I did the first time." If he received more Tak-like provocation on a regular basis, this whole running thing might actually work in the end. He peeked at Carter. "How's the fencing going?" He had eyes, he'd seen the other blonde performing once. It probably wasn't something Cam was going to try any time soon.

[Carter Chevalier]

From the corner of his eye Carter watched; a shameless person was always someone who flagged his interest, after all. He took the bottle back and nodded slightly as thanks.

"There's a track team, isn't there? Have you thought about joining those guys?" He asked curiously. A fencing team was a no; the only people really interested were himself and his brother. They used their own equipment in whatever rooms were available. "As intense as ever. When Dom gets worked up I always find myself wondering how long it will take before it breaks out into some kind of duel, like in Die Another Day." He grinned through the comment though, because part of him thought that might be fun. "He can get very angry when he loses."

But he had a thought. "Your muscles must ache badly afterwards, right? Do you have someone taking care of that for you?"

[Cameron Osiris]

Cam burst into laughter, scrubbing away at his skin. "Pfft, you're kidding right? That'd be the joke of the year." He was just about done here. The laughed again, good naturedly this time. "Dom gets angry?" Cam asked in disbelief. Out of the two, he definitely seemed like the quieter one, it's what made Carter easy to recognize in here - Dom wouldn't be caught dead here.

Turning off his tap, Cam wrapped his towel around his waist and went to the mirrors, Carter still visible in the fog of the shower room. Yes, Cam had brought hair gel but not body wash, he's not a scatter brain at all. "Nope, not the muscles I'm using for running..." He boasted, turning to look at himself in the mirror, gel already on his fingers.

"Why, are you offering?" He asked the other blonde, a playful smirk on his face. Carter had lent him some soap, Cam could return the favour somehow.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter only laughed along initially, lowering his head underneath the water and muffling the chuckling that escaped his lips. He drew himself out of the shower for a second and ran a hand over his face. "Dom doesn't like to lose. Not many people do." He offered. He knew that to an extent he was no exception, but he could handle himself in a better way than that. He only got angry when he suspected cheating.

For the time being, he dropped himself back into the water and allowed it to run down his back. It was like some kind of secondary warm-down to allow the hot water to work its way through his skin and into the turns of his muscles. He laughed again at what Cam had said. "I didn't think you'd need any help with that." He turned his head slightly, finally drawing himself out of the water of the shower. Again he ran his hands through his blonde hair, streaking it down against his head.

"I am, actually. How'd you know?" He asked, knowing there was no point in being subtle about it. "You can chalk it up to one athlete assisting another, if it helps." He turned to the wall again, grinning to himself as he sought after his towel and started patting himself down to dry.

[Cameron Osiris]

Cam shrugged. "You gotta pick your battles, well, with people anyways." He'd be damned the day he didn't try something because he was afraid. He wasn't afraid of anything. But sometimes you also needed to know when to let things go and move on with your life. Not everything was worth dwelling on and getting worked up about.

Snorting a laugh, Cam worked the gel into his hair and kept talking, watching Carter out of his peripheral vision. "Didn't really know, was just hopeful." And that's all he ever was, he didn't want to push anything if it was just going to happen anyways. His heart skipped a beat from the thrill of it. "I don't really need excuses," he said, turning slightly to look at Carter directly, "unless, it helps you?"

[Carter Chevalier]

"I guess you're right." Carter replied lightly, shrugging at the thought. It wasn't often that he allowed himself to get angry at Dom for the things he did, but sometimes had to keep his (slightly) younger twin in line.

He snerked at the comment given to him, smoothing out the lines of his wet hair since the rest of him was dry. Carter wrapped the towel around his waist. Not for modesty's sake. He strode past Cam's direct approach and to his locker. "I never need an excuse to put my hands on someone attractive." He stated, pulling his locker open and retrieving his briefs and a pair of jeans.

"It's always safer to ask first, on the off chance I'm reading someone wrong." He pointed out, tossing the towel down and starting to get dressed.

[Cameron Osiris]

"You should have permission though," Cam added, "because as attractive as someone can be, you don't really want to rape them." Well who knew, maybe Carter did, but that didn't mean he should. Cam didn't really think everyone would appreciate the attention, not that he would mind. You couldn't really rape the willing. Anyways...

"You? Read someone wrong?" Cam snickered. "You must be losing your magic tough," he said, finishing up with his hair, feeling satisfied with it before heading over to the lockers himself, shedding his towel as well. Two shameless people were bound to have interesting stories to tell later on in life.

"And we just showered too," he said, going to pick up Carter's boxers, he stretched them between his fingers before playfully flinging them at the other blonde's face.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter grinned profusely, though mainly to himself as Cam rambled. It wasn't the first time something he said had been misinterpreted and it would hardly be the last. If nothing else, it was a cue to change tactics. He could do that.

"Who would I be without my magic touch?" He asked outwardly, shrugging and producing his best sad expression.

With a quick step backwards he narrowly avoided being face first in his own underwear. It knocked against his chest, losing all momentum and falling into his hands. "Is that a bad thing?" He asked, feigning cluelessness for the fun of it. His teeth sunk down into his tongue as he grinned; "You probably needed it."

[Cameron Osiris]

"A guy without magic?" Cam ventured with a shrug. "There's worse things I guess, but I'm pretty sure people would try seducing you instead." Why not? Carter was a beautiful guy.

"Good point, but it sorta takes away from being a dirty boy." He said with a shrug, turning around and going to his locker and rifling through it. "Hope you're still interested." Cam was glowing from the prospects of this encounter. He didn't need to be seduced, he just wanted to have fun.

[Carter Chevalier]

"It would be a nice change." Carter mused. Not that he got tired of it; the whole seduction thing was sort of ingrained into his system.

With that, he started getting dressed. Boxers first, then jeans. He looked over again as he zipped up his pants and turned his head slightly so he could look over again. There was no shame in looking, after all. "I'm very interested in you." He admitted. Might as well be honest. He searched his locker for a shirt to throw on. "My room's 205, just so you know." He added. Because why not?

[Cameron Osiris]

"You know how it is, but it can get pretty tiresome doing all the chasing," he said with a simple shrug. Cam didn't chase people all the time, but enough to know it was taxing on the system in general.

Carter could look at he wanted, Cam didn't really didn't mind, in fact, he reveled in it. Cam smirked at the comment and glanced around, slipping on his boxers before closing the gap between Carter and himself.

"Last time I checked, there wasn't anyone in here," he said, tugging at Carter's hand and getting his attention. "Unless, you don't like public spaces." Cam had to admit, this would be a new one for him if Carter was up for it. Just the thought had his heart racing.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter was confused at his inability to find his shirt. His locker was amiss with equipment but he was sure he'd thrown it in there. Where the hell else would it be? When he looked back over, he realised that Cameron had breached the gap between them with a few significant steps.

He raised an eyebrow curiously as the other boy took hold of his hand. His lips curled into a smirk at the thought, feeling the beat of his heart quicken.

"Are you giving me permission?" Carter teased, throwing back to their earlier conversation. He turned his hand in the other boy's hold, moving to be able to entwine his fingers with his. With that he leaned inward slightly. A final word of acceptance and this would be happening.