Walk of Shame [Amos]

[Fer Reyes]

And that's what Fer calls one successful night. It wasn't per se the best, which was slightly disappointing, but what the guy lacked in performance he had in looks, so it evened out about well enough for Fer to consider this one good night. He started getting dressed quite fast, he always hated the right-after moments, and in one quick minute, he was already saying goodbye, even though his shoes laces were still not knotted and his shirt and pants were still unbuttoned. Taking into account it was a little past midnight and that according to the guy, his other roommates, two girls and one other guy, were not around, Fer walked out of the room like this, closing it softly behind him while buttoning up his shirt.

The little common area was dark, he didn't care, he didn't need his eyes to get to the door since all dorms were just the same, or so he thought until he bumped unto something making him trip and land in his face. Only when he saw the shadowy "something" that made him trip move was that he realized that this something was in fact a someone.

"Oh sorry." He quickly apologized softly, not wanting to raise attention from his "special friend" in the other room. "I... err... did not see you there."

Was it one of the other roommates? God, how long this person had been there? What had happened in the other room had been specially loud, and although Fer is not one to embarrass easily, he wasn't one to deal with walk of shames with confidence.

"Crap, I think I hurt my ankle." Fer said, still in the dark and on the floor, rubbing his foot softly.

[Amos Freeman]

Amos was lying haphazardly on the common area floor, the dim light of his laptop screen illuminating only the more prominent edges of his sleeping face. He had been working on an article, as per usual; fatigue had overcome him, as per usual.

He awoke with a start at the collision, rolling over onto the keyboard of his laptop and mashing several keys in the process. He blinked, wide-eyed with groggy surprise.

“Um,” he began uncertainly, squinting a little in the dark. “That’s okay… sorry… are you okay? Wait,” he said, finally gathering enough mental stamina to make relevant observations. He had thought he’d been talking to one of his roommates, and he had been talking to a rather attractive stranger instead. “You’re…” he trailed off without any eloquence at all, trying to place the other boy’s name.

He rolled back over and onto his feet, taking a couple of staggering steps to the light switch. The stranger suddenly became very attractive instead of rather attractive. Amos felt his cheeks flush a bit; he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat.

“Do you want some ice for that or something?” He offered, motioning to the other boy’s ankle. He was trying not to look too hard at anything in particular; he was in his pajamas (a purple shirt and penguin print pants) but the other boy was in… not very much.

[Fer Reyes]

"Ouch, no, aaa." Fer squirmed in pain softly, not wanting to raise his voice. "It's an old... sports injury," Only if you consider sex a sport. "that never healed quite right."

The lights made him blind for a moment and he closed his eyes strongly as he continued rubbing his right ankle. In between this, and the pain, Fer missed the other boy's attempt on knowing who he was, then again, he didn't quite wanted to let know why he was there or from where he had come. After his eyes were accustomed to the light, he looked at the boy who had made him trip and swallowed saliva a bit. He couldn't quite believe who was standing in front of him, Fer had seen the boy around school a dozen times now and had never found out his name, someone had told him it was something-other but it didn't even sound like a real name, so he dismissed it as a lie.

"I'm..." He nodded slightly. "ok... very ok..." No, it still hurt him. "I'm sorry I tripped all over you." He said as he rolled his jean up to check the ankle. It was swollen. "Ok, maybe I'm not that ok." He took his tennis off and then his sock, revealing that in fact he wasn't ok. "You know, I could use that ice." He looked at the other boy with a hurt-puppy face. "Help me up?"

[Amos Freeman]

"Oh," Amos said, furrowing his brow with concern. "I'm sorry... um, that sounds really awful."

He scratched his scalp absentmindedly; he had been asleep just a few moments ago, and his brain was having a hard time catching up with his current situation.

"I, um, probably shouldn't have been sleeping in the middle of the floor," he said after a moment. He grinned sheepishly, but it faded quickly.

"That doesn't look okay to me," he murmured, moving in closer to get a better look. "Just a second, let me run to the ice machine, and I'll, uh, be right back."

He searched in a mild panic for the box of sandwich baggies that he and his roommates kept by the microwave, grabbed one, and zipped out into the hallway. He returned with a full bag of crushed ice.

"Here," he offered the bag to the boy and gave him a sympathetic look. "Um, you can..." he trailed off for a moment, realizing that helping him up would involve putting his hands on various unclothed portions of his body. His cheeks flushed pink. "You can grab onto my, um, arm and shoulders, if you need to." He held out his hand to the other boy.

"Can you make it to the couch? Should I, um, go wake up the school nurse?"

[Fer Reyes]

It wasn't awful in reality. It had been one of Fer's greatest nights, also, if he remembered right, he even broke personal records which still were unbroken. Heck, if anything, he enjoyed whenever he hurt his ankle again just because of the amount of very specific and vivid memories that rained upon him.

"It's fine, you're forgiven..." How not to forgive such a pretty boy? "if you help me, of course."

The damsel in distress play. He hadn't use the technique in quite some time to land a guy, but to the fact that Fer was indeed in distress at the moment, it seemed right to use it. If only he could tell if the other boy was interested... no, he only needed to find out if the other boy was gay/bi, after that, it was just a matter of time for him to be interested in Fer. No one ever resists his charms, experience has seemed to teach him.

"Ok." Fer said with his hurt-puppy face while the boy left for the ice.

Looking around the room after the boy was out, the Brazilian boy noticed the laptop in the floor and guessed it was probably the boy's. Suddenly, the idea occurred to him that he could spy the boy's computer and check his browser history for porn: it was the best way to find someone's sexual interests. Unfortunately, as he lit the screen up, he noticed it had a password. Crap. He attempted a few random words, mostly male body parts, before hearing the door crack, which made him put the laptop back in the place where he took it from, hoping the boy wouldn't notice he had taken it for a small moment.

"Thanks!" Fer took the bag from the boy's hand and placed it in his ankle for a second before grabbing the boy's arm to stand up, putting his weight in his left foot, and rising just in front of the other boy's face, just inches away. "Ok..." He slowly placed his free arm around other boy's neck, which pulled him a small bit closer, while staring at his eyes strongly. "No, it's fine," Fer turned and started to jump in his healthy foot towards the couch. "it's happened a dozen times, just some ice and rest will do." He continued jumping towards the couch with the boy's help until he finally arrived, letting himself fall over it and pulling the boy along with him, careful enough to attempt to make it look like accidental and for the boy to fall on top of him. "Oh! Sorry!" He quickly apologized. "Seems something wants us to be all over each other."