Blah Blah Civil War [Rhett]

[Rhett Goddard]

Rhett's mind works different than most people. Every person is a machine in a sense, but the way Rhett's brain has learned to work, or does so because of his ability, is quite particular and more machine-like than most. He is, in any sense possible, an data gatherer and analyst. Most people receive information from the world via five senses, and some would say every person has a sixth sense, a hunch, it may be called. But Rhett has an additional, and it's not just a hunch, his extrasensory perception is a fully developed sense that works as a gateway for data to shower Rhett's brain. Whenever information enters his mind, be it sensory or extrasensory, his brain process it like a machine would too. Where does it fit, how does it affect the result, what is the new conclusion and how does it change everything else, it is all solved like a group of equations would, and it has worked for him in every aspect of his life. And he likes it, it lets him detach from life.

But he's attached now. The information that is entering his brain is not more than what he has handled before, but he's somehow unable to respond to it, to see it well enough. If it were a one plus one, he's only seeing the first one and that's about it, how is he supposed to know that he has to add another one there? Even if he knew, he couldn't possibly see the number two in the other side of the equation, he just can't. Maybe Rhett's been blinded, and just like the last time it happened, he could feel the rush of adrenaline spike through his veins, his heart making sure every inch of his body taste it.

Just like last time, Rhett isn't thinking, he can't do so. Just like last time, his conscious and cold mind won't stop him from acting only with his instincts. Just like last time, he closed his eyes and tackled the dark-haired boy pushing him backwards into the desk, landing on top of him. Just like last time, he looked at Talen in the eyes.

Unlike last time, Rhett grabbed Talen's left side neck with one hand and right side hip with the other. Unlike last time, the french boy threw his lips into Talen's and landed a deep aggressive kiss that correctly fitted his nationality.

[Talen Trahan]

Of course, Talen was only teasing. He was good at being social in awkward situations; it was born into him, an inherit charisma from his father Hayden. He was charming, something he learned from his mother, a woman who had won the heart of the most eligible bachelor in New Orleans, and possibly all of the South. He was kind, and caring, and sweet and loving, but possessive and protective.

Right now, none of that happened.

Talen allowed Rhett to tackle him, laying him on the desk in a vulnerable position. His dark eyes, wide in his face, watched as Rhett placed his hands where he wanted them, his expression fierce for the blonde boy. He held still as Rhett placed his mouth over his, giving way to a fiery passionate kiss that made that invading warmth sizzle in his veins like molten lava. Talen’s free hands landed on Rhett’s hips as he pressed back.

This heat would take him over the edge.

Talen sat up, his fingers digging into Rhett’s shirt at his sides, dragging the boy closer as his knees bracketed his hips. Never had he felt like this, like he needed to jump into a bath of ice and cool off, but the fire felt amazing, something that lived under his skin as he kissed Rhett back, showing the other boy just how much his anger and desire warred on his conscience.

[Rhett Goddard]

It's weird how some kiss end. Some are just like they're programmed to end at an exact moment and both parties know and carefully move away in that instant. No one pulls away from the other and no one finishes the kiss, it's just something that happens naturally. Of course, Rhett didn't know this. His many kisses from the past ended because he pulled away, because he found it boring or because, well, the hormone rush pass as quickly as it came. But this was different, he didn't want to end the kiss. He knew it had to end at some point, but his lips felt stuck to Talen's, like glued together.

And yet it ended.

At some point, seconds, minutes or even hours after it started, Rhett had no idea how much time had passed since they started kissing of if it had been a long or short time. It felt so strange for him. Liberating. And the dark-haired boy's hand in his hip... It felt so warm. He lowered his left hand, still in Talen's neck, and passed it carefully through his chest and ab before placing it in his hip. Now they were both grabbing each other from the hips and looking intensely at each other's eyes. It was...

"I want that." He said slowly, answering Talen's last question. "And I don't want anyone else to have it."

[Talen Trahan]

Talen didn’t want it to end. This heat, this fire…it was what he was looking for. Sure, he had felt it with Adrianna, but with Rhett, it was ten times more hot, ten times more passionate, ten times…just more of what Talen wanted. His fingers stayed lodged in the boy’s shirt, holding his lean body closer as their mouths tried to devour each other, his legs hanging over the edge of the desk as their passions rose.

All too soon, Rhett pulled back and answered that last question he had asked decades ago before their kiss had even started. Talen kept his eyes closed, savoring the moment and the tingling of his mouth. After a moment, Rhett’s words penetrated his mind and he opened his eyes, the sharp color of ebony softened into a dazed milky black, showing the blonde what desires he had risen in the dark-haired boy.

“You’ll have to fight for it,” he whispered back, grinning like a goofball as his high started to go down…the high induced by Rhett’s kiss. “Adrianna won’t like it…so you’ll have to fight for it, Goddard.” And then, just because he wanted to, he feathered kisses along Rhett’s chin and jaw before pulling and leaning back on his hands.

[Rhett Goddard]

Rhett wasn't sure if it was obvious or not, but he was damn nervous, and even though that feeling didn't appear to fade away, he was slowly, and steadily regaining his own self for the most part. When Talen replied, he started to analyse all the things through once again. It was good, it felt incredibly good to feel himself come back even if what had happened because of it not being there was, for sure, really enjoyable.

"So are you a prize?" Rhett asked without stopping Talen from kissing him wherever he chose fit, but concentrating in his thoughts rather than in the boy's physical advances on him. "Why can't you fight? I'm not worthy of TNT or is it just because I'm a guy?" He softly pushed Talen away from him, signaling him to stop kissing him and pay attention to his words. "You went and asked her to be your girlfriend even if it was by cellphone." Every detail sponsored by extrasensory perception. "All that has happened between... All it's been me, really." Rhett sighed and wet his lips while more and more thoughts rained into his brain. "What's your part on this? Besides standing there and waiting. You stood up and kissed me before and all because I came here and said a lot of things, only because of that, and even then, it was a bare touch of lips and you walked away to keep waiting."

[Talen Trahan]

With Rhett’s words came the flood of ice Talen needed, the rush of cold calculated thoughts that the dark-haired boy needed in order to function in this situation. He felt hands pushing him away and Tal blinked, the soft haziness being replaced by the sharpness of his dark eyes. He sat there, listening to the boy rant, and when he was done, Talen shook his head.

“You’re like walking on thin ice, you know?” he said with a grin, chuckling softly. “I gave you that little kiss because I was wanting to see how you would react, how much you wanted this after you told me all you did about how you felt about me, Rhett.” Talen pushed off the desk and stood, hooking his thumbs into his belt loops. “And we did fight, right now, and back when I first met Belle.”

Oh, that had been fun.

“My part is that I’m going to leave this room very confused about what I want, and what you want,” Talen retorted, feeling his anger beginning to swirl inside his chest. “This…” he waved his hands, “This, between us, has been the best I’ve felt in a very long time, Rhett. So I’m sorry if I want to indulge and see what you’ll do before making my move.”

He moved, turning away from the blonde and grabbing his bag, placing it on the desk so he could slide his books and iPod inside the pockets.

[Rhett Goddard]

It seemed like since they first met, all Talen and Rhett had done was ride a roller-coaster. They went from having a flirt-time to a sad time, to a fun time, to an angry time, to a sexy time and to an argument time. It was stupid, it was passion. They were most likely too young to assimilate it correctly and too confused to handle it with enough care. Sometimes it exploded with good things, sometimes it exploded with bad things. Rhett could understand that even if he couldn't control it. Still, he just couldn't understand Talen and hinting it for the whole conversation apparently wasn't working, perhaps a more direct approach had to be taken.


"What?" Rhett turned to see Talen get ready to leave. "You can't possibly say you don't know what I want, didn't I just told you? If you're confused about something is about what you want. And if you're confused, how do you think I am?" He walked up to Talen and grabbed him by his shoulder, attempting to turn Talen so they would face each other. "You said it yourself just now and I know you cannot be not listening to yourself, you said I told you all about how I feel about you, no?" He sighed. "You, in the other hand, besides admitting that you just felt the best you've felt in a long time, you haven't said one single tiny thing about any of this." Rhett looked at the door, knowing Talen wanted to leave, but knowing that if it was all he wanted, he would have left by now. "And after you say it, you just pull an angry face and start an 'I'm leaving show'." The situation tired him, so he walked back to the desk and sat on it just like Talen was a minute ago. "You asked me before, I'm asking you now..." And just like before, Rhett asked the exact same words the dark-haired boy asked before. "Tell me what I should do, Trahan. What do you want from me, Talen?"

[Talen Trahan]

His hand on his shoulder made Talen just a bit more angry, and he allowed himself to turn, but with the cost of his own hand grabbing Rhett’s wrist and taking his hand off him. Letting the blonde boy see his eyes smolder with the edges of his rare anger, it hit him that Rhett has been the only person to elicit such a reaction from him. With the girls that he had met, among the other people, he had only been the gentleman, offering smiles and kind words.

Oh no, Rhett had to come into his life and change all that.

“You should give me time, Rhett,” Talen replied angrily, a hint of desperation in his tone. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Before today, I was a guy who knew what he wanted in life and from people. You came into this room and showed me differently, and now I’m all confused and I don’t know what I want anymore.” He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing as he tried to calm himself down.

“I want you to give me time, Rhett. Just…please.”

[Rhett Goddard]

The scenario played in so many different ways inside Rhett's head, but three actions were at the top of the list. The first thing to come to his mind was to come up with some snarky comment and leave dramatically after Talen's words. The second was to shut him up with another aggressive tackle-kiss, but he immediately erased the idea from his head and cursed himself for thinking that, even if he sort of wanted to. The third was to keep stretching the conversation about... well, them, but he didn't really want to. There was no point now, specially if Talen was asking for time. In truth, Rhett needed it too, it was the optimal thing to do and he knew it, but something inside him... he just wasn't sure of how things would play out. I should not be bothered on how things will play out. He cursed himself again.

"You want time..." Rhett jumped off the desk and walked up to Talen just before leaning into him and stopping when their lips were about to touch. "Get a watch, man." He took a step back and proceeded to walk towards the exit. "Take your time."

That being said, he walked out of the classroom. He was now more confused than before, but he did know one thing: it was the last time he ever approached the dark-haired boy so directly, he was getting tired of this game.

[Talen Trahan]

Talen watched the boy for a moment before he spoke, eyes widening as he approached. Tal’s eyelids fell when Rhett’s face came closer, but opened again when Rhett gave him his words. Instantly anger colored his face and eyes, demanding an outlet. He didn’t say anything as Rhett walked out of the classroom, taking a few moments to take a deep breath and calm himself down.

“If that’s the game you want to play, so be it,” he muttered to himself as he put his backpack on his shoulder. The bell rang in that moment, signaling the boy to go to his next class. He walked out the door, unruffled and cool as before he went into the classroom, waved hi to some people, chatted with a couple friends, and kept walking down the hall towards his next class.

Fin.