Never opened my self this way {Open}

[Edward Scott]

Edward was so lost in his own throughts that when Bio class broke up he was still seated and staring down at the blank page in his notebook. Had he missed all of it then? No notes? No nothing? Edward's eyes flicked up as he lay his pen down to rub at his face. Good. He hadn't been crying or anything pansy-like. That would have been highly embarressing. Edward swallowed and slowly brought himself to his feet again, stuffing his notebook and pen and his tiny notebook laptop into his mail boy shoulder bag. This was really getting to him.

You know that gut feeling when you know you're about to make a decision that could possible ruin your entire life... or break your spirit. Which to choose? Edward pulled out his bouncing ball he used to keep himself distracted when he got stressed out like this and he headed down the hallways ignoring people around him. He heard someone scream his name but he didn't bother looking up to see who it was. He kept his eyes on the ball and headed for a hallway he knew would be fairly empty and fairly dark.

It was perfect for pulling all his pieces back together to make a whole man out of himself again. He didn't care if who ever had called to him was following. They'd get an earfull of babble so good luck them! Edward finally arrived in the hallway and slammed his back against the wall, sliding down it to the ground. The bouncing started. Rhythmic tick tick tick ot the ball hitting the floor, the wall and his hand. Edward relaxed into the sound and watched it go clearing his mind of Drew. Of Meta's. Of finals. Just him. The darkness. The low tick of the ball and.... the person having just taken up the space on the floor beside him. He didn't look to see who it was.
"I warn you, I'm not fun today and things might turn awkward so you should ...run along to the happy shiny people out there in campus."

[Ethan White]

Joining UVM’s varsity hockey team had clearly been one of Ethan’s best decisions so far (surpassed only by his decision to join Brax in applying for K-Sig). While the training itself is something the boy despises the most – and it just got a whole lot harder since the start of the season – it’s been enough to keep his mind off certain things, and for that he’s rather thankful. Because really, when one’s in the ice, being shoved left and right within minutes, who could find time to think about your ex who still hasn’t talked to you since she found out you cheated on her with her best friend?

High from their latest win just two days ago (which gave them their first 3-game winning streak of the season; it would’ve been a 5-game streak had that last-minute goal not appeared four games back), the brunette strode through the halls with an obvious skip to his step. His head held high and with a smile wide as ever, the brunette effortlessly zipped through the halls, giving the occasional friend a high-five or a bro-hug should they see (and congratulate) him. Boy did this make the hellish training or what?

He just stopped by a nearby vending machine to grab a bottle of chocolate milk (his little sweet indulgence) when he saw a familiar figure zip past the hallway he’s in and into what seems like a relatively empty one. He tried calling for him, but for some reason, he’s not responding. Oblivious to the man’s plight, the brunette cheerily followed and sat beside him, playfully stealing the bouncing ball midair. “You know Dr. Harmon’s room is just around the corner. I don’t think he appreciates the whole thud-ing of the wall,” he said with a smirk, “Unless of course you come by his office with an apology and a blowjob. I hear being a fratboy helps a lot.”

“This might come as a surprise Edward, but you were never fun,” teased the boy some more, nudging the man’s side lighty with his elbow, “But you’re lucky I can more than compensate for that. So, penny for your thoughts?”

[Edward Scott]

Ethan's hand snatching the ball out of his own waiting hand, pulled Edward's numb eyes from the ball to Ethan's face. Upon the mention of a blowjob, being some kind of human contact, Edward turned his lazy eyes down the hallway to where the door of said staff member before turning his eyes back to Ethan.
"Sounds good. Thanks for the tip."
Edward's tone was flat and lifeless, unlike ever before. Normally his words were filled with static and he was bubbly, bouncy, just up for anything unless he was actually trying to get a chick in bed.

His voice would become more seductive then but now it was neither of his trademark tones. It was just... numb. He was just numb. Nothing made him feel alive or excited right now except the thought of touching another human being. Edward lay his head back against the wall and stared at the oposite wall as he was teased and nudged repeatedly but even this didn't make him break a little smile. He lifted his hand to the side open palmed.

"Gimme my ball back and stop chirping like a little bird. It's annoying."
Edward half growled.
"You don't want me wrestling it from your fingers do you E.T.? You know you'd totally embarress yourself if that happened..."
Edward smirked at the wall in front of him. Finally a smirk but it faded, just as quickly as it had come.

[Ethan White]

Ethan let out a loud snort when he saw the shift in Edward’s vision, from the ball, to him and then to the hallway. “Wait dude, please don’t tell me you actually considered it?” asked the boy while shaking his head in disbelief, patting slapping the boy loudly on the back, “Unless you’re that desperate, don’t. Seriously. The man’s an old geezer. If Jesus was supposedly the Word made flesh, Dr. Harmon’s history made flesh.” He had the man for his first year Anthropology class, and boy did he snooze almost every time. It’s a miracle he passed that test really. (And no, he did not give the man a blowjob. But he knew a couple who did and got A- from a mere C+. Others went up to an A+ ‘cause they went all the way).

“If you’re looking for a prof to milk for grades and more, get Dr. Hendricks. I’d happily give it to her for free.” Cue in the knowing eyebrow raise. The English professor’s a known campus hottie (she’s not all too old either), with all her classes almost always 95% male. “Dr. Cooper from the biochemistry department’s hot stuff too, but I hear he’s taken. And if all else fails, there’s always me,” said the boy with a wink. It was just a harmless joke to him, but should he had been privy to the poor boy’s thoughts, he would’ve tried to think of a different quip.

Reverting back into a ten year-old, Ethan merely stuck his tongue out at Edward, rolling the ball on his palm as he spoke. “Nope. You would’ve had your chance had you asked nicely, but since you called me bird and E.T.-” –Ethan thinks the alien is scary and should not have been shown to little kids– “-no. I’m holding on to this.” Taunting Edward even more, he wiggled the ball in front of the other man’s nose and quickly took it away, grinning.

“The only one who’ll be embarrassed here if you try is you dude.”

[Edward Scott]

God Ethan could babble worse then a cheerleader on speed. Talking about this possibly bed partner and that possibly bed partner and then himself as a bed partner. Edward raised an eyebrow at Ethan. That idea wasn't half bad really. He needed the intimacy and chance that he could walk away from this with snipped strings were good since the moment he told Ethan he was engaged, Ethan would probably never try anything with him again. He wouldn't fall in love with Ethan cause Ethan was a guy's guy. There was not very much sweetness in him like he'd seen in Drew.

The thing that had made Edward fall in love with Drew was the tears he'd found on Drew's cheek the first time they'd met back at JH. Then the blush when Edward had kissed Drew the first time. This would be considered cheating though but the fact of the matter was that he hadn't heard from Drew in nearly a week. Edward's face twisted into a slightly angry sneer and he grabbed Ethan's wrist and pressed it into between them. Edward leaned closer so his face was inches from Ethan's and gave the other male a smirk.

"Now see. You totally shouldn't be tempting me like that. Not right now. British men take offers quite seriously."
Edward kept the wrist pinned against the wall between them and slid his hand up Ethan's shirt teasing with the scrapping of his nails over sensitive nodes. Edward lay his forehead against Ethan's breathing against Ethan's lips and closing his eyes.
"I didn't know that your girl was simply a beard or has curiousity simply got the better of you?"
Edward purred, making his lips touch Ethan's.

He'd never really been much of a kid. Edward had to grow up so quickly, he didn't even remember what it felt like to be a kid. His obsession with Meta's allowed him to forget his turbulent past and it offered him a great way to distract himself... untill he found out how wonderous sex was.

[Ethan White]

Should Ethan learn about Edward’s thoughts on his talking, well, he would’ve frowned almost immediately. Scowled at the man even. While he admits that he could talk some people’s ears off, he only gets rather annoying when he’s drunk. Then he’d happily admit, even apologize, for irritating more than half of the student body with his random babbling.

And then he’ll add that Edward should try spending at least a day with Braxton. Ethan claims he’s such a mute kid compared to his best friend.

He was expecting some form of retaliation from Edward. Well, he wants a retaliation from the man, mostly because he’s been so dull and lifeless for the last five minutes or so and it’s scaring Ethan. He was anything but during those times he’s spent with the man (in their frat house and their other escapades) and seeing him so lifeless just doesn’t cut it.

But never did it cross his mind that such a reaction would be anything like this.

For a moment he sat there, stunned, eyes wide with disbelief. His breathing slowed down just slightly, his chest rising higher and going deeper as he felt his pants growing just a tad bit tighter. With the relative darkness of the halls and Edward’s previous disposition, Ethan’s finding it rather hard judging if what Edward’s doing is true or if he’s just playing with him.

Within moment though, he got his answer.

“Fuck!” was all he could say, followed by a guttural moan as Edward’s hands slipped from underneath his shirt. By gods was the man good. He smirked at Edward’s question, winking as he spoke. “Dude, Andi doesn’t have a beard. She’s kill you for that.” He could feel his pants tightening and he found himself involuntarily shifting slightly to accommodate Edward. “But I’ve always been a three in the Kinsey scale. Sometimes two, sometimes four, but on average a three.” He’s never really been ashamed of his supposedly fluidity. Even when Braxton seemed so riled up by it.

Carnal desires overtaking emotional baggage or even hockey practice (he was on his way there after all), Ethan promptly returned the kiss, pulling off a few minutes after to breath. “Doing me by the dark hallways of school. How romantic,” said Ethan, laughing in between pants.

[Edward Scott]

Edward quirked a brow at the Andi thing. He'd have to explain what a beard meant to the male later but right now all he wanted was more of that moaning. More of the gasps and more of the panting. Edward was rather excited about their little encounter and the kiss that was bound to happe within seconds of his lips brushing across Ethan's. Edward glanced down to see the tightening in Ethan's pants and a little confident smile crept across his features before he snickered slightly at the last set of words after the kiss. Romance had been Edward's forte most of the time.

He wined and dined many a female but right now... right now he was numb. Horribly numb until that kiss sparked a bit of life in him. He needed this. He needed this a lot more then he'd have cared to admit. It was growing colder outside. Even today was a little nippy and what better way to warm up then to make Ethan moan his name. Edward's hand smoothed across Ethan's arm and took the ball from Ethan's fingers before he shook his head.

"Romance isn't something I'd really wanna share with you but I don't appreciate the location either. Get up."
Edward nodded his head and got to his feet reaching down to grab Ethan's hand before he headed into an empty classroom. Once Ethan was inside he closed the door pressing Ethan into it. Afer brushing his lips against Ethan's one more time, he lowered himself to his knees.
"Well, You are my last resort."

~~~

Edward stepped away from Ethan and started fixing his clothes before moving too the door and placing his hand on the door handle without so much as a single word. That was good but... he felt even worse now for some reason. He'd go back to numb again... He could feel it coming. No matter how many people he slept with, it was only in the moment that he felt like he was alive. Edward sighed and turned to look at Ethan.

"Still offering that penny, Ethan?"
He murmurred before a wicked little grin spread across his handsome features.
"My fiance, Andrew, hasn't spoken to me in six days. The last thing he said to me was that this Meta obsession is more important to me. Eh, at least I had you to keep me partially distracted. Thanks."
Edward opened the door sending a wink Ethan's way.

[Ethan White]

Ethan isn’t all that foreign to the concept of quickies and dark hallways/empty classroom fucks, having been involved in a number of them himself (more so lately than in the past; he won’t deny that the recognition given by his varsity and K-Sig membership really helped a lot). So when Edward just moved away and began arranging himself without so much as a word, the brunette didn’t really mind. Instead he did the same, collecting his discarded clothes and putting them on as he tried to make his hair a little less ruffled.

He was had just slipped his shirt back on and is checking around to see if he’d left something when Edward spoke, prompting the younger man to turn towards him. He gave a shrug then a nod when the older man asked about that penny offer; it was the reason why he approached him in the first place after all.

“A fiancé? I thought you were single?” Everyone in the house thought he was single. And relatively straight. (So that’s why he was just so good). “Wait, what? Andrew? The guy you talk to each night?” Aren’t they brothers? Or best friends? So Edward’s been keeping this from us for so long?

Big words from someone who kept his sexual fluidity from his best friend.

He knows he should’ve been just a bit hurt by Edward’s words, but oddly enough, he didn’t. He had a good time, and it’s not like he’s invested in what happened between them more than what he’s currently reaping. It was a quick one, nothing more, nothing less.

“Sorry to hear that bro. Hopefully everything words out fine,” he said with a shrug, zipping his duffel bag. He simply snorted and rolled his eyes when Edward thanked him, laughing slightly as he passed by the man on the way out. “Anytime dude. Boy would Jeremy get a kick out of this or what.”

Now to think of an explanation why he was late for hockey practice.

[Edward Scott]

Edward smirked at the fact that he was so fantastic at acting and playing the part of a single guy, that everyone here thought he was single anyway. He shrugged off the questions about him before single.
"I choose the wrong carreer. Most definitely."
Then again, being a male nurse had it's advantages. Edward nodded at the words about Andrew. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. Sharing the truth with at least someone. Maybe Ethan could help him cover, and a fellow brother as well.

The last words when Ethan slipped past him made him jump into action. Eyes widened as he quickly followed Ethan out and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him back into the wall. His eyes held the other male's with a determination to it.
"No, No one's getting a kick out of any of this. Not even your diary. Got it? This never happened Ethan. You never heard anything from me."
Edward hissed under his breath at Ethan before leaning in a bit closer.

"I'm a med student. We're capable of all sort of things. I'm serious. I hear a single whiff of this in the hallway I'll make your life a living medical hell, okay?"
Edward let go abruptly and brushed the creases from Ethan's shoulder, giving him a more pleasant smile.
"I wanna be able to trust you, ET."
Edward teased almost lovingly.
"You're running late. Go on."

[Ethan White]

While Ethan knew Edward’s engagement was no simple secret (the fact that he kept it from them – his frat brothers – spoke volumes, at least in the brunette’s book), he could never have imagined the extent of it until after he got pinned down with quite the force. So unexpected was it that the boy let out an agitated growl when his back first hit the wall, scowling at the older man. And while he wasn’t scared of the whole medical threat thing (it was just a bluff, right?), he did value Edward’s trust, so his features quickly softened when the man finally released him.

“Normally I’d use such things as blackmail to get you to fuck me again, but you’re engaged. I may be a slut, but I’m no homewrecker,” said the boy with a smug grin, winking to tell the man that he’s only kidding. (Blackmail has never been his thing; Zac maybe, but not him). “Though, if Drew visits one of these days, don’t expect me to simply guard the door and all; I’m joining.”

With one final laugh, he gave his bro a slap in the butt and sped off, waving with a smile. “You’ll work things out with Drew, I know it. See you around dude!”