You Can't Handle the Truth (Zac)

[Zachary LaRousse]

Rhett’s vow of silence is really starting to get on the mimic’s nerves. Though he would not admit it, the lack of verbal response from the boy is threatening to throw him off his game. It had that unfortunate effect of making him quite uneasy, paranoid even, that the boy had some more secret tricks up his sleeve and is just waiting for the right time to unleash them all and fuck Zac up. It is his image that’s on the line here; such a stake is undoubtedly more than enough for the self-proclaimed Hammel royalty to give it his all and possibly ‘take the gloves off’.

Amidst his confusion though, he did saw a small glimmer of hope. A moment’s hesitation in the blonde’s eye (or at least that’s how it seemed to the Asian kid). It was brief, yes, but it was enough to boost the boy’s morale, telling him that apparently he did something the European kid wasn’t expecting. All hope is not lost after all, he told himself as he completed his supposed kick, a smug smirk creeping onto his face.

And when he felt his kick connect (he was barefoot after all), he almost jumped for joy. We’re tied now, aren’t we? he thought. Though he had thought about how he’d land after the kick, he did not expect Rhett to come with him, causing both of them to land flop down awkwardly on the floor with a rather loud thud. Landing together was disastrous enough; the fact that he got sandwiched between Rhett and the floor only made things worse.

“Fuck,” groaned Zac, cringing slightly as he felt the pain spread all over his body. If he could jump up from surprise, he would’ve already the moment he opened his eyes and saw how close they were to each other. Darn it. “You so planned this didn’t you?” accused the boy, rolling his eyes in disgust, “You think catching me in this position would make me want to have a kiss-and-make-out session with you? Sorry dude, you may be cute and all, but I won’t.”

He would’ve flipped the boy over right now, had his whole body not been so sore that he could barely move. True, they’ve only been fighting for a few minutes, but combine that to the strain of his workout earlier and bam, his body just gave up. So unless Rhett moves, they’re stuck at that position for quite some time.

Hooray?

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[Rhett Goddard]

The thought passed Rhett's mind. It was perfect. He wondered how did he not come out with such a plan before. Actually, as he thought of the encounter, since it had started, life was giving him all the clues to provide him for the best strategy to win such a fight. I'm so dumb for not coming up with this before. He punched himself in his mind while listening to Zac whine. Which, at least to Rhett, was, apparently all the boy knew how to do.

"What can I say, Zachie? you caught me." Rhett smirked and, with no preparation, launched his face towards Zac's, making lip-lip contact and giving him the perfect distraction to successfully move his right arm around and slap the korean boy twice in the side of his head. "Sorry." He said as soon as he pulled his lips away and just before hitting the, now-defeated, boy in the head with Rhett's own head. A confirmation of who had won, he considered it.

With no more of reason of being in the awkward position they had managed to get themselves into, Rhett quickly placed his hands in the floor and used the support to get up, starting now to feel the pain of Zac's hit and, most worrying, the fall. Thankfully Rhett had landed on top and Zac had most likely suffered the most, yet Rhett's body is as delicate as a child's, so they might as well be feeling an equal amount of tiredness and pain. That if his powers didn't protect him in any way... anyway.

"I now see I should have bet something on this fight." Not really, no. Rhett would never bet on himself in a fight, and no one bright enough should, actually. "I didn't seem to win anything from this. Oh no, wait..." Rhett flared up a rather sinister and crooked smile as he prepared his most notoriously sarcastic tone of voice. "I got a kiss from the prince of Hammel, I know one of his deepest darkest secrets and I have the glory of being better than the best one." Oh, Joy. "I should be happiest prepubescent kid in the whole Zachie-centric world."

[Zachary LaRousse]

True to form, Zac was caught way off guard by Rhett’s kiss lip distraction. While he has been teasing the boy about it the moment they started bickering, he didn’t really expect the blonde to be serious. After all, such an argument is a default one for him – deny it as much as he can, but when he can’t think of a decent comeback for an accusation, he’d dish the said reasoning out and would keep on insisting it until he can think of a much more acceptable one.

For a moment there, he thought the boy actually had a crush on him or something (completely ignoring the fact that the way Rhett said admitted him being found out was rather sarcastic). He felt his ego inflate, at least for a moment or two. Then the slap came. Two slaps, to be exact. Add the head butt (though he has a feeling the boy was hurt more from the said butting of the head than he was) and you get a rather furious Zac. Never mind that Rhett uttered an apology in the middle. While he’s angry with Rhett, he’s even more furious with himself.

He had been played and he fell for it.

He can’t believe it. Considering the number of times he’s done that to other people, he should’ve seen it coming. But no, he had to be all flattered and confused and stuff and fall for it. The nerve really.

“Fine. You win. You don’t have to rub it in,” groaned Zac as he tried to sit up, his legs still too numb for him to stand up properly. (He did move back a bit so his face wasn’t in front of the blonde’s groin while he sat). Normally he’d argue about it and use all sorts of technicalities as excuses, but the fact that the boy cleverly manipulated his mind was enough to silence the lad, at least for a bit. “Dude seriously, don’t tell anyone about that. Please.” He couldn’t believe he was pleading, but indeed he was. Just don’t get too cocky boy.

Idly scratching his chest and abdomen, he asked, “So what now? You want me to stay here while you gloat and stuff still? Or you think I can go back to living my life and forgetting that such a day even happened?” A guy could hope, right?

[Rhett Goddard]

Seeing Zachary ask in a very human way to keep his secret was something that Rhett did not expect to see. After all, the boy did had a side that apparently nobody knows of. Of course, Rhett did know this, everyone has a side like that, even Rhett, as Talen proved, what surprised him was the fact that Zac was there showing it to Rhett and no one else. It was wise and humble for him to admit he had lost and Rhett could see in his eyes that the boy was neither beyond nor below humanity as he believed himself.

"You won't forget." Rhett sighed as the headache kept kicking in his head. "And I have no reason to tell anyone anything, it's not like I ever threatened you with that." He checked his pockets to no avail and then looked around searching for something he found rather quick. "I don't have anything against you, Zachie. I actually don't care about you." He walked a couple of meters away from Zac and took from the floor a white pill he recognized, crawling some steps away from there, he found the other one and after taking it, he walked up back to Zac. "You're a bad kisser, though." Rhett placed the pills in his mouth and swallowed them quickly while the placebo effect was already starting to make him feel a little better. "You should work on that." Wait, that sounded like a proposition... "Just not with me. Though I know you'd want to." He laughed a bit, attempting to lighten the mood in Zac and bring his gloaty self.

Truth was, perhaps a part of Rhett had actually felt bad for Zachary. But again, he preferred to not think about it, compassion was something he was not ready to see in himself, and he was already going through too much. At least, for now, the stress had been relieved and Rhett could feel a little more stable, even if he could feel something different in him.

[Zachary LaRousse]

“If I tap into an elephant’s memory, then I certainly won’t,” said Zac with a grin, his confidence slowly jumping back in. If there’s anything good about his immense ego, is that while when it’s hurt it hurls down pretty quick, it can rise up fast too, should they let it be. If Rhett would’ve gloated a bit, he would’ve been pretty down still, but since he didn’t, his self-esteem’s already recovering, much like his body. He can feel his feet now, and given a few more seconds, he just knows he can stand up already.

He did feel a little embarrassed when Rhett told him that he never threatened the smug teen previously. True, he only told him that he knows about Zac’s secret stash and the mimic unleashed all hell on him already. Karma? Most probably. “Don’t worry Wimp,” replied the boy as he slowly stood up, massaging his thighs as he did, “I feel the same way too.” A blatant lie though. While it is true that the boy felt nothing for the blonde before the incident, his defeat made him extra cautious about the lad. It also gave him a feeling of competitiveness towards him, some sort of rivalry, telling himself that he’d redeem himself someday, he (Rhett) just has to wait.

Zac was finally up and was ready to head back to his weights when Rhett spoke once more. “Dude, saying it like that is totally asking for it,” he chuckled, shaking his head in disappointment, “You should definitely work on how to be subtle.” Hopefully it’s not too surprising that such a comment from Rhett helped make Zac’s ego bounce back to near its previous state. As it was, the mimic saw such a comment as an opportunity for him to get even, or even to prove that he is better at some point than the boy. (More for his ego, he says, nothing more, nothing less). Grinning Smirking like a loony, he walked towards the boy and swiftly grabbed the blonde’s chin, tilting it slightly upwards as he gave him a rather wet and sloppy kiss.

“That should shut you up,” he said with a satisfied grin as he pulled out a few minutes moments later. It’s not like L.C. would find out, right?

[Rhett Goddard]

Now that was a kiss. Unexpected? Not at all. Little too wet, though. Even though Rhett was, well, a virgin, it did not mean he was a rookie in kisses. Well, he was, he did not have more than fifteen experiences or so (he didn't like to count them), and they were all more for the sake of experimenting and, just as the one in the floor, as a way to gain leverage in some rather difficult position. Then again, they had all been pretty much exactly alike: just a couple of mouths and tongues being there touching each other, no feeling, no emotion. Up until a week ago he continued sharing that thought, but being now kissed by Zac made Rhett think, unexpectedly, of that black-haired boy in the pond. The thought plagued his mind and when he couldn't take it more, perhaps a second or two into the kiss, Rhett pushed Zac away from him.

Perhaps the stress was not completely gone.

"Yes, they need more work." They didn't, Rhett just couldn't make an objective opinion now. "However, let me make myself more clear. I still know how to put my knee between your legs without you noticing, so don't try it again. Are we alright?"

[Zachary LaRousse]

“You simply just can’t give me a break, can you?” Yes it was rather wet and sloppy, but it’s not like Zac’s going to give a decent one to Rhett; after all, he’s not all too serious about impressing the boy with the tricks he can do with his tongue, mouth and lips anyway. Not right now, at least. “Maybe I should just show you how awesome these babies are sometime. That ought to stop you from threatening them every chance you get.” Surprisingly, the boy isn’t a tad bit angry right now. While he still has remnants of that embarrassing defeat lingering in his mind, for the most part, he’s back to his old, conceited and extremely self-confident self. Seems his immense ego isn’t so bad after all.

With a big grin, he playfully ruffled the blonde’s hair, chuckling loudly as he did. “N’aww. Since you seem to be quite the kissing expert, expect me to bug you almost every chance I get. Practice makes perfect after all right?” He teasingly leaned forward as if to plant another one on the boy’s lips, then retreated back just as quick.

“You won and yet you look so stressed kid. Constipated even.” He promptly gave Rhett a knowing look, though really, he's all but bluffing. He felt the boy suddenly tense before he pulled back, but other than that, nothing. He's just winging it, if anything. “I think I might be able to help you with that. Tell me if you need it. Least I can do since you owned me and all earlier,” said Zac with a wink. A rather friendly offer – a little too friendly for someone like him – so really, tread with caution.

And with a pat on the boy’s shoulder, Zac promptly excused himself, walking back to the weights equipment, hoping he’d finish at least half of his remaining routines before he has to leave and get ready for class.

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HerlieMcMerlie! Should we end it here or you wants to continue still? I can do either way. XD. Just tell me if I need to edit my post out or something. YOU'REAWESOMEHERL. SANKYOO. :3
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[Rhett Goddard]

When Zac leaned for a second (or third?) kiss Rhett instinctively moved like before to fulfill his threat, however the korean boy knew better and backed up before anything happened. Show-off. Perhaps he was just doing it to show Rhett that he could. And now Rhett was being read by him? Right, you read me perfectly, you know every single thing about what's going on. Rhett felt like speaking his thoughts but decided to let him finish him, after which he simply needed to speak the state of things.

"Wait sitting down, don't want you yo get tired before the end of times arrives." Like I will ever need that... from you... And so, seeing the boy retire, Rhett did the same but out of the gym instead of continuing working out, his body was way too tired for that now.

Things Rhett had learned from his first gym experience: He cannot lift weights. Zac has stuffed animals under his bed. Zac runs really fast. Zac is rather comfortable to land on. Zac is a whore. Zac is human.

What a wasted morning.