Quick! Grab my balls! (OPEN)

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo used to think that detention the worst punishment the school administration could give (because staying in class for most of the day’s worse enough as is), tying with being sent to their the creepy old shrink’s office or having a talk with the old hag they have for a headmistress. (Respect for authority, the boy has it lots). Which was why the Irish boy made sure that he’s as sneaky as he can whenever he commits whatever infraction he has in mind, whether it be planning a huge prank against someone or just plain sneaking out at night. And so far, it’s been good; while he had been caught a handful of times, the number seems quite insignificant when compared to the number of ‘crimes’ he’s committed. (1-to-25, or somewhere around that number).

Things changed however, when he got caught sneaking into campus in the middle of the night a little over a week ago, drunk as a skunk (as if you expected anything less). With classes on break and virtually no teacher around to oversee detention, the Irish boy thought they’d just let him slide this time. It’s the summer break after all; he was thinking they’d at least be a little lenient.

He was wrong.

Romeo was instead told that he’d be doing ‘community service’, helping the maintenance staff look after the school gymnasium – courts, pool, locker rooms, the whole nine yards – for two hours a day for the rest of the summer break. So while his friends are out and about enjoying the sun, he’d be inside the stupid gym, usually alone, scrubbing the locker room tiles and making sure every sports equipment is accounted for. Fun.

The Irish teen was currently busy mopping one of the basketball courts when he slipped, accidentally tipping over the ball container and sending around fifty or so basketballs falling on him then bouncing all over the court. “Fuck,” cursed the boy under his breath, rolling his eyes at how amazing his luck was.

[Jez Steele]

Jez was walking past the gymnasium when she heard something coming from inside the gymnasium. She ran inside and knelt by the boy looked down at him, pushing her skirt tight against her legs, "Are you okay? You didn't really hurt yourself did you?"

A bit of her Scottish accent peaked out as she had just been on the phone with her brother Cameron. She gently pushed some of her blond hair behind her ear as she looked down at him curiously.

[Cameron Osiris]

Cameron hasn’t committed any crimes, so to speak. He’s kept his nose pristine and clean at school. He actually wants to make something of himself once high school’s over, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to have fun. He’d just rather spend his time enjoying himself and not having to worry about being caught. Parasailing and hang gliding were activities he both enjoyed, and were perfectly legal. He didn’t really understand why some teens had to make a huge deal out of breaking the rules.

Still planning on visiting his dad this summer, Cameron’s just trying to bide his time. There was really nothing better to do but dick around and see what happened. To his amusement, Romeo had received detention and was spending a hell of a lot of time in the gym, doing who knew what, but Cam was about to find out.

Opening the door just in time to witness Romeo wipe out and take all the basketballs with him, Cam put his fist to his mouth as he laughed. “Bravo, that looked like fun.” He skidded out onto the basketball court, still standing. That an epic entrance, he simultaneously looked good and destroyed any type of cleaning Romeo had just done.

But a girl seemed to be practically cradling Romeo, and Cameron smirked. “He’s probably dying on the inside from embarrassment,” he assured the girl, his eyebrows risen. Why was her skirt hiked up so high? Skating around a bit on the still wet floor, Cam kicked a ball in Romeo’s direction. “Oops, sorry. Slipped.”

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo instinctively crouched into a tight ball once the shower started, effectively minimizing the pain those balls delivered. Sure the blows to his back were quite painful (god how the hell could those 30-in balls be so strong?), but he’s fairly sure it’s nothing compared to the pain he would’ve gotten had they hit his arms, legs or those precious jewels in between them. (Romeo’s life and soul, so to speak).

“What the fuck did you just do?” growled the Irish boy in frustration, accent thick and strong as ever (he never really got rid of it – he’s not planning to, and besides, he says people find it sexy; while he’s fairly sure he can still get them without it, it’s not like it’s deterring them from him so why bother). Even without looking up, he heard the balls bounce out of the court and into the hallway, making his job now all the more harder. “I am seriously not staying in for another fucking hour. I still have to clean those damn locker rooms you know. God you know how filthy they are? Shit.” Surprisingly enough, the few days with which he started his community service has shown him that ladies rooms were actually smellier than guys.

If it applied for meta students only or non-powered as well, he has yet to find out.

Annoyed as hell, he was just about to give whoever it was another colourful expletive shower when he saw who it was. Well, who she was. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t seen her around campus yet (at least in broad daylight; like Tobias Fünke says, everyone looks the same in the dark) and that has to be rectified. “Baby blue panties. Cute. Matches your eyes,” said Romeo with a wink.

And just as he was about to say something more, the door opened again, letting more balls out the hallway and making Romeo internally curse more. Then he saw who came in, and all those internal cursing went out. “Fucking shit? What the hell is wrong with you, dickwad? I swear to god Cam when I-OUCH!” The ball hit him square in the face, and right in front of the cute blonde too. “Oh you bastard.” He threw two balls towards Cameron, before lounging forward to grab the irritating blonde.

[Jez Steele]

Jez instantly covered her mouth to keep from laughing too much. She bit her bottom lip as she stood and spun on the ball of her foot before heading towards the door, "I think I'll just let you two to let your anger out. I don't like basketball."

She clasped her hands behind her back and started heading towards the door, humming softly. Sure they were both cute but she didn't want to be stuck in the middle of the two of them when the basketballs started flying. Of course Jez would like to get to know them, even if they just became friends or something more. Maybe she would take the time to find him later.

[Cameron Osiris]

Cameron couldn’t contain his laughter as he raised his hands in mock surrender. “I said I was sorry,” he said, giving the sweetest smile known to man. He ducked out of the way of the balls, glad to have not been hit. Romeo, however, was not avoidable. “Oof,” he said, crashing to the ground with Romeo above him. “Jeeze Rome, if you wanna tackle me you could do it on something soft next time. A bed would do.” Cam offered. “You did a really shitty job of mopping, it’s like the gym turned into a pool or something. Did you squeeze the extra water out first?”

Honestly Cam didn’t even notice the other girl leave, until she was stepping around them and out into the hall. He gave a low whistle, glancing at Romeo and then back at her. “Tell me you got her number at least. Damn.” He frowned then, wondering if he had missed out on a golden opportunity. Shoving Romeo off of him, Cam scooped up another basketball and chucked it at Romeo’s head again. “I’m not helping you clean up, so don’t ask.”

[Romeo Buckland]

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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.

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[Cameron Osiris]

Honestly, nothing could put the Irish boy at ease. He always had something up his ass, even when he wasn’t having sex. Cam knew he was pretty though, thank you very much. He just didn’t want Romeo messing up his glorious face. “Aw, you’re no fun,” Cameron said with a tsk. The blonde put his hands behind his head as Romeo straddled him. How many times had they done this now? They were boys, they fought, it was just a fact. “Didn’t I hear that you like it filthy?” He asked with a wink. “I mean, you do, because the floor isn’t clean at all.” He let out a laugh. “Oh like I’m gonna fall for that one Rome,” he said, rolling his eyes. He could mop, but it was Romeo’s job not his.

“What do you think was the first hint? When you had balls in your face, or when you tackled me?” Cameron said, as though giving real thought to the questioning. He winced as Romeo smacked him – it was probably well deserved. “Hey,” Cam said, pointing a finger at Rome, “you didn’t tell me you were trying to meet chicks while playing janitor.” He took Romeo’s hand and stood, brushing off the seat of his pants. “And her,” Cam pretended to slap something in midair, “just bam, perfect handful.” It was probably a good thing she wasn’t here anymore. Then Cameron laughed like a good joke had been told. “Yeah right, she’s probably waiting for me back at her dorm room already.”

Cam took the mop and shook his head. “Pssh, no way man,” he said, flipping the mop upside down. “Huh, looks kind of like you. Has the gross long hair and everything,” he said, smirking at the mop. He glanced at Romeo, a devilish grin on his face. “Let’s start with your face,” he said, coming at Romeo mop extended.

[Romeo Buckland]

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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?”

[Cameron Osiris]

Romeo can argue all he wants. “Phshaw, I’m a great kisser,” he said, making a kissy face at Romeo, kissy noises included. “But you don’t get to try.” Cameron shook his head, getting his nose out of the Irish teen’s grip. “And yet, you’re the one mopping the floor. Hmm.” Cam rolled his eyes. “You’re a terrible mopper and an idiot. The saying is blonde’s have more fun, so you can mop the floor with your own hair thank you very much.”

Cameron was laughing before he could speak, but once he caught his breath, it wasn’t a problem anymore. “Ugh! What are you talking about? Hookers aren’t worthless!” He sneered. Oh well, that blonde was definitely missing out and it wasn’t really his problem. There were plenty of fish in the sea so to speak. “You know what they do to studs?” Cam asked, an eyebrow raised. Cameron laughed, running his hands through his hair. “How do you know she’s not into that? Besides, your dick isn’t that big, it wouldn’t scare her away.”

“I’ll be a faggot if I want to be one, thanks,” he said, the mop still going at Rome’s face. “Which reminds me, I have to go do that now.” Cam dropped the mop at Romeo’s feet. “Have fun,” he gave the Irish boy a wink, “I know I will.” Ha, Cameron was the best friend a guy could ask for.

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo happily rolled his eyes when Cam made the whole kissy-she-bang, even going as far as to mock him and do the same gestures, even leaning in close enough for them to actually kiss. “Who said you’re a great kisser? Your hand?” With barely a hair strand between them, the Irish teen stuck his tongue out and snorted. “Who says I want to? And besides, once you’ve tasted these lips of mine, heck you’d keep coming back for more.” To emphasize his point, he made a couple of lip smacking noises and licked them seductively more than once. (Yes, complete with the supposed bedroom eyes). “I don’t want you sticking around me more than you already have. I mean, you’d think I wouldn’t notice you videotaping me while I took a bath last night? That’s the only reason I jacked off you know, to give you a show.”

Because the day Romeo stops saying anything sexual or doesn’t introduce anything sexual in a conversation is the day the world ends.

It took him quite a while, but he finally gathered all the balls back to the basket, making him sigh in relief. “Worship them like gods?” answered Romeo to Cameron’s (possibly rhetoric) question. “Because she isn’t Raphaela Marie?” That blonde was a little too interested in ass play that remembering their encounters still sends shivers down his spine. (Yes, encounters, because despite the supposed torture the Irish teen endured, she knew just how to make up for it).

His eyes widened when he saw the blonde head out for the door. “Oh no you’re not getting away fag,” he shouted, running after the blonde then jumping up, hoping to be able to pounce at Cam and keep him pinned down to the floor to force him to help.

ooc:
Sorry this took forever Brebers. </3.
- Jam