TIME WARP: Shoobie-Doo-Doo-Too (Ferny)

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo’s only been in Kocher for about a week now, and already the Irish teen hates it. It wasn’t so much the climate or the people (he’s only been bullied the first day; after he showed them that he’s not one to be messed around with, they more or less stayed away, to the point of scurrying away like frightened dogs whenever they so much as to catch his scent) as it was the rigidity of the system. The four walls, the strict schedule, the overbearing teachers, good lord it was just too much. He doesn’t see the merit in dissecting classic works of literature (it’s best to enjoy a piece as is, the boy believes), learning how plants reproduce (as long as he knows which one are poisonous and which ones aren’t, why bother) or knowing why a reaction between sodium hydroxide and hydrochloric acid is an explosive one (the demonstration was cool though). The only thing he finds useful out of all these classes they’re forcing him to go to was training, and even that felt very much like garbage. (Clear your mind? Meditate? They can’t be serious, can they?).

Now he understands why Autumn went to that American school. Heaven knows he couldn’t survive here much longer too.

So immediately after class that day, Romeo went straight to the administrative offices, request for transfer in hand. Not used to the whole layout of the school just yet, he got lost for a good half an hour. And when he finally got to the proper floor, he suddenly sneezed, which involuntarily activated his powers and sent his stuff flying all over the hall.

“Bloody…” groaned the boy inwardly, slapping his forehead in irritation as he tried his best to move while willing his plates away (being a statue is so not fun).

Hopefully the floor won’t break on him.

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[Fer Reyes]

"And you keep getting hard whenever I'm around." Fer said as he noticed Romeo's metallic form in the middle of the administrative offices' lobby. "Last time it was more fun though."

Romeo may had only been a week in Kocher now, but he had already made a commotion between all the girls and guys that, well, liked guys. Of course, as with most of others good-looking guys with whom Fer's gaydar pinged, and he had a great one, he had fallen in Fer's claws very quickly: Romeo's second night on Kocher was in Fer's bed. He never really asked around, but as far as he knew, he was the first to land the newbie, and he was damn proud of it.

Since Fer wasn't the type to call the next day, or any other day after actually, it hadn't repeated, but he was definitely not mad with the idea. He just preferred if it happened because they ran into each other randomly like this instead of anyone actively looking for the other, so unless something went awry, it looked like a, very, good time was getting near.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Fer asked nicely as he helped picking up all the Irish boy's things from the floor.

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo let out a sigh of relief when he heard Fer from across the hall (followed soon after by a smirk and an eye-roll, of course). At least it was him who saw him and not those irritating prudish students or domineering administration people. While the Irish teen was no nudist, he did have a very lax definition of prudeness, and he simply just didn’t see the point in making such a big fuss when someone’s naked in public. They pretty much have the same body parts anyway, so why bother? (Currently, he’s thinking they’re uncomfortable seeing him naked because they feel very much deficient. He says it’s not his fault he’s rather blessed).

“Who says I ever go soft?” chuckled the Irish teen, giving the other boy a wink, “True. Though if I remember things right, you had way more fun than I did.” He still couldn’t wrap himself at how fast Fer had him under his clutches. (Literally or just figuratively, well, I’d leave that to your imagination). One moment he was asking Fer about his schedule, his teachers and complaining about how complicated the whole ‘school’ system is, and the next he’s waking up with the boy beside him sans their clothes. Oh his naïve and innocent rural boy phase. How he’s glad that’s over. (He managed to shed it off within three days; he still maintained the vibe though. From what Fer told him, it’s part of his charms. ‘Lo and behold, the Latino was telling the truth).

He was glad that the boy didn’t just stand there and oglelook at him, because it’s been a minute or so and he still hasn’t been able to move more than three inches. “Looking for an administrator to shag. It’s only been a week and my grades are already so much worse,” answered Romeo playfully, “Oh you missed by pens and notebook. And my eraser just near that bin.” Better make Fer useful right? “How ‘bout you? I hear you’ve been hunting me down since I didn’t even say bye last week.”

[Fer Reyes]

"Well, I saw soft, remember?" Fer immediately replied. "Yeah," He followed Romeo's comment on who had had more fun. "which was clearly obvious since I did see soft, while I'm pretty sure you never did."

Not like he was complaining about anything Romeo-related, he was definitely not doing that, he was just pointing out facts and as the Irish boy mentioned, Fer had lots, and lots, of fun that night. Having Romeo scantily-clad so close to him made him remember that, even if the whole metallic turned him off slightly, as part of the boy's charm was that slight farmer tan he had. As he finished picking up the things closest to Romeo, he looked up at the other boy's face from his kneeling position before staring right in front of him.

"See?" He poked it strongly, knowing nothing was going to budge the slightest while the Irish boy maintained his armored skin on. "Soft." Fer stood up. "Unimpressive."

Having been signaled what other items he had missed from the floor, Fer went and picked them up swiftly enough before returning to the Irish boy's side. Fer knew what going on through power trouble was like so he offered what little help he could. He knew it not only would be appreciated, he knew it would also be thanked later on. Hopefully that same night, or even afternoon. Heck, noon was fine enough, and it was just an hour before it.

"Oh well don't even think on Mr. Sanders." The Brazilian offered his advice while holding Romeo's things in his hands. "Genital wart." He shook his head lightly. "Don't ask why I know. Mr. McCormick is probably a better option, and I've heard he's a good fuck." Nor even for a minute the thought that Romeo may had been joking passed through his head. "Or Mrs. Morgan if you swing in the VJ-way."

[Romeo Buckland]

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“It started out soft,” Romeo corrected, rolling his eyes and chuckling slightly as he recalled how the particular afternoon/night started, “But then it got hard pretty quickly. You’re good. Way too good.” Cocky as he might be, he still knew to give credit when credit is due. Especially when saying such compliments would more or less benefit him in the not-so-near future too. Hopefully. “Well excuse me for being such an innocent farm boy. Unlike you city folk, we do have the whole ‘modesty’ thing going.” At first anyway. Once the ball gets going, all bets are off.

Much like Fer, despite the unexpected turn of events that night, Romeo had no regrets. The teen said that it was one of the best welcomes, if not the best, a guy could ever have. While the Latino wasn’t the first person Romeo’s ever been intimate with, he was the first guy, and boy did it open a whole new door for him. The Irish teen pretty much enjoyed the whole experience that over the course of the week, a third of the people he’s slept with were, well, dudes.

None were as good as Fer though. Which is why he’s pretty stoked that he bumped into the boy yet again.

“Yo. Don’t do that,” said the boy as Fer started poking him, lightly tapping the other boy’s nose, “It just might respond. And when it does, I’m holding you personally accountable.” True, the invulnerability that his armour brings comes with impairment of his sensations. So Fer was partially right that nothing would happen no matter how hard he poked. Partially, because while his touch wouldn’t do anything, Romeo’s imagination would. And let’s face it, Fer’s presence only brings good thoughts. So when the other boy said ‘unimpressive’, Romeo’s already at half-mast. “See. Look what you did,” he continued, sounding exasperated, “I can’t be stuck here like this. Ugh. Now go grab the rest of my stuff while I try my damnest to revert back to normal.”

As he’s only manifested, intense concentration is usually needed for him to switch forms. Unfortunately for him, Fer’s deadpan explanation of, well, everything, was so distracting and making him crack up so much. “Mr. McCormick and Mrs. Morgan then, got it,” grinned Romeo, flashing the Brazilian a thumbs, “Dude, you mean to say you haven’t tried a vaj before? You have got to be kidding me.” It hadn’t hit the boy that not everyone’s as fluid as him. “It’s pretty much like ass, but like, well, I wouldn’t say better, but, err, yeah. You get the picture.” He got just a tad bit more excited thinking about it. “If you want I can hook you up with one. Natasha, you know the chick with red streaks in her hair, she’s good. She doesn’t know how to give head though, might want to give her some pointers.” Too much teeth.

He made a quick inventory of his things on Fer’s hands and so far they’re all complete except for one folded paper. The whole reason why he went to the admin offices in the first place. “Fuck. Did you see a folded piece of paper around? Like normal paper folded into three.” It took forever for him to write down the contents of that request. He so does not want to do it again.

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[Fer Reyes]

"Oh well," Fer took Romeo's initial compliments with a smile. "thanks." It wasn't the first time he was told he was good, but he never got tired of hearing it. "Whenever you want," He winked at Romeo. "you know..."

Romeo's pointing of what Fer did made the Brazilian boy smile. He looked at it for a couple of seconds before returning to see Romeo's face with an approving nod as he remembered that night a week ago. Good memories.

"Yeah," Fer gave a disgusting look and a "I'm going to throw up expression". "RuPaul goes straight before I do, ok?" He had never ever felt any attraction or curiosity about being with a girl, and even though he's all for experimenting, he's definitely not planning on ever trying that. "Plus, it has teeth!" He remembered a certain picture he found after googling it. Do yourself a favor and don't do the same thing. "Dee-I-Ess-Gusting."

Fer looked around for the missing paper. It wasn't in sight and it occurred to him he never checked under the chairs of the lobby, so he knelt, once again, but surely those knees are used to it anyway, and started to check under them. Aha. There it was the paper Romeo was referring to. He walked to it and took it before placing it on top of all the other things he had picked for the Irish boy.

"How long are you going to take anyway?" He said, referring to Romeo's armored form as he walked up to him again. "I have things to do too..." From the corner of his eye, a word on the top document stood out and he looked down. "Transferal?" He looked up at Romeo again. "You've just been here a week and you're transferring?"

[Romeo Buckland]

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“RuPaul?” asked Romeo in a very amused voice, “The blonde guy from the swim team with a weird Asian tattoo on the back of his thigh? He’s gay?” The boy has yet to learn how to differentiate between Korean, Chinese and Japanese characters. Give him time. (The tattoo he’s talking about was actually in Arabic though). “I thought he had a girlfriend? Err, Francisca was it? I think she’s in our Biology lab.” He only remembers that she had a boyfriend because she pushed him out her dorm window when her boyfriend came, giving the Irish teen quite the gash in the knee. “Though I think they broke up because Mr. McCormick caught him and Veronica behind the bleachers. Or was it Kendall and Ryan?” As long as the rumour doesn’t really involve him, Romeo barely cares. And even if it did, well, 90% of the time he probably wouldn’t mind it. Unless of course it’s an assault to his manhood. Then shit will get down. “Then again, he was in my gym class and I think I caught him looking at my junk in the locker rooms. He’s really quite the show stealer, isn’t he?” he said with a wink, smug grin on his face and using one of his fingers to point at his crotch.

He didn’t really bother trying to convince Fer to try out vjays. It’s not like it’s that big of a deal. And besides, it meant that there were more of him right? Heck, the Brazilian teen would be one tough act to follow if he started to hit on girls too. (Romeo actually took down notes and tried some of the moves Fer used on him, and they worked. Not that he would tell Fer about that anyway).

The Irish teen shut his eyes tight, concentrating as intensely as he can (which made his face look like he’s constipated), and after a few more seconds, the body armour dissipated. “Finally!” he exclaimed, doing a quick fist pump. “I don’t know. Probably just a few minutes? I could always just crash by your place after instead of making you wait here,” he shrugged as he walked up to Fer and took the little piece of paper from his hand, his current state of undress not bothering him one bit. “Thank you.” And he gave Fer a little peck on the cheek.

“Yeah. My cousin’s been in Hammel for the past year and she seemed to be enjoying it more than she did here in Kocher. It’s just been weird here.” It’s hard putting it into words, he says. “It’s not you though, totally not you.”