Damned If I Do Ya (closed)

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo doesn’t cuddle. He does stay for a few more minutes (mostly to ask if they have snacks hanging around and munch on them instead of actually having the whole pillow talk thing) but he rarely stays the night and never really spoons anyone. It’s not that he finds the whole thing inherently wrong or disgusting, but it’s just that he has this idea that cuddling usually means attachment. And while he wants people to desire and want more of him, he also wants to be clear that he’s not looking to settle down with anyone any time soon. He’s too young to be tied to anyone, he says. He doesn’t want to miss out on the excitement just yet.

The Irish boy got a little too drunk this particular night though and found himself extremely spent after two rounds of the horizontal tango that he didn’t really mind when Melissa – his blonde lab partner in their Chem class (he was really surprised when he saw her in the frat party actually; she didn’t seem like the ‘sneak out of campus’ and ‘party with the college kids’ type of girl in class, which made it extra fun for him) – pulled the blanket over them and wrapped her arms around his bare waist. He was just about to close his eyes and sleep when her door opened and revealed her boyfriend, all 150lbs of Russian muscle (Dominic was part of the school’s football team), hands balled into fists and muttering expletives under his breath.

“Fuck!” was the only thing Romeo could say before an icicle was thrown at him, dodging the said projectile just in the nick of time. Normally in situations like this the Irish boy would turn his metallic form on and stand his ground, but he’s still a little tipsy, so instead he quickly jumped off the bed and grabbed his clothes, drunkenly walked around Dominic (even tripping the angry Russian in the process) and ran out of the room. (But not before telling Dominic that Melissa kept on repeating how good he was at what he’s doing and how her boyfriend knew not how to use his equipment properly).

Despite the mess he made (he trashed the common room in an effort to put ‘obstacles’) he knew Dominic would easily catch up to him if he didn’t get inside a room quick. His room was no-go; Dominic knew where he was and that’ll be the first room he’ll go to once he and his girlfriend settle things. He was still debating where to go to when he saw a small light from a door a little across the hall.

“Hey! Could I hide here for a bit?” he said, a little breathless and slightly slurry as he closed the door behind him, groping the side for the switch to dim the lights. “Angry boyfriend. You know how it is.”

[Patch Diaz]

It was a regular night for Patch, but he didn't wan to go to sleep just yet. His other room mates were either out for the night or fast asleep in bed and Patch was bored out of his mind. The young man sat in the common room in a simple t-shirt with sweat pants on. His encounter with Rhett a couple days ago still had him a bit perplexed, he thought about texting him, but he decided that he would get a call if Rhett wanted to talk to him. With nothing else to do, Patch turned on his personnel laptop and began typing things into the search bar. Before he could even press in the enter button, the door to his dorms common room swung open and a guy stepped in, closing the door behind him.

“Hey! Could I hide here for a bit?” Called the boy, in a slightly slurred voice. He had been drinking, that much was obvious. Patch didn't really react to that fact, first he squeaked a bit in fright and slammed his laptop shut. His eyes adjusted to the sudden bright lights flooding the room and Patch's cheeks burnt with slight embarrassment at the sudden entrance. It wasn't Hinata or Danicca thank god, those two would have known where his thoughts were placed if they had entered in the room and seen him on his laptop this late at night. But they hadn't.

“Angry boyfriend. You know how it is.” The boy offered in a slurring irish accent, as if that would explain everything. Patch almost felt bad, until he realized it was Romeo standing at the door.

"Get out." Patch demanded in a sheepish voice, trying, but failing to regain some of his composure.

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo was still in the middle of figuring out whose room it was he crashed in on (or more specifically, who the guy – or girl, his vision’s anything but helpful despite the lights really – in the couch was) when Patch spoke. He didn’t remember whose the voice was immediately, but he did recognize it as a familiar one, and that was good enough for him.

Completely disregarding what the young boy just said, he promptly locked the door and walked towards Patch with his arms wide open, happily discarding the clump of clothes he had on his hand to the side. “Thank you so much bro! Like, you’re just the best!” He was planning on giving the boy a hug but (unsurprisingly) tripped on a shoe that was on his path, flopping face first on Patch’s feet. “Fuck that hurt,” he said as he scrambled to stand up, awkwardly standing on his knees. While the fall unfortunately hurt his nose, it did give him a better chance to look at his ‘welcoming’ host. “Oh I know you! You’re Pablo! No wait, Matt! Oh no, Fletcher?” He was awkwardly (and unabashedly) running his hands over Patch’s face, as if touching his jaw and nose helps him recognize the boy. “Swim team bros! Thanks a lot! I love you!”

He was about to say something else when his stomach growled, making the boy instinctively rub his stomach and give Patch a cheeky smile. “You don’t have some food lying around by any chance, have you? Maybe some pizza or cereal?” Melissa didn’t give him any post-coital snacks after all.

[Patch Diaz]

Patch hadn't realized at first the direness of the situation he had suddenly found himself in. He already had bad things on his mind.. and then suddenly, when his eyes fully adjusted to the light of the room, he saw an unclothed Romeo Buckland, standing at the door... and then he locked it. Patch's cheeks were stained red from embarrassment enough to go around the room, and then some. His mind was rushed with disgust, confusion, and.. weirdness that he couldn't explain.

“Thank you so much bro! Like, you’re just the best!” He stated, tossing his clothes to the side of the room with full intentions of pulling Patch into a hug. If Hinata or Danicca had walked in right now, he would have some serious explaining to do. They had their keys, but that was besides the point. As Romeo began to clear the gap between them, Patch backed up into the couch he had been sitting on, ready to jump out a window or something. Then the drunk irish boy tripped on a shoe and landed at Patch's feet.

“Fuck that hurt." Stated Romeo as he got into an akward position on his knees. Patch's face even got redder as he caught himself looking down, then his eyes snapped up to the ceiling. Around that time, he felt hands on his face. Oh god... “Oh I know you! You’re Pablo! No wait, Matt! Oh no, Fletcher? Swim team bros! Thanks a lot! I love you!” He stated after a series of guesses, all of which were incorrect.

“You don’t have some food lying around by any chance, have you? Maybe some pizza or cereal?” The boy asked. Even patch had heard his stomach growling, and he was pressed back into the common room couch as much as he could go.

"P-please leave." Patch asked again, a bit more forceful this time. He cursed himself for stuttering, and forced his eyes back toward the ceiling.

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo heard Patch’s demand(?) this time around, loud and clear. Sure it was a little shaky at best, and his hearing wasn’t all that well considering the amount of alcohol still in his system, but he heard it pretty well. But it’s this knowledge that the alcohol in his system has yet to pass that led the Irish boy to believe that he’s only imagining things (courtesy of the buzz, of course). After all, why oh why would anyone from the swim team betray him? It’s not like he caught Patch in the middle of something important anyway right? And sure he pulled pranks in almost all of them, but they’re bros enough to look past that, especially when the ‘angry boyfriend’ situation was upon one of them him right?

So yeah, Patch’s cry fell to deaf ears, with instead Romeo grabbing the boy’s face and giving him a slopping peck on the lips (“Thank you so much Jeremy! I promise never to make fun of your wide mouth anymore! Err, well maybe fifty percent of the time. Though we should seriously test how many tennis balls we can fit in there one time. You know, for Science!”) as he happily accommodated himself to the couch (dragging himself with up with his arms of course).

Romeo claimed the opposite corner of the couch, spreading his arms over the back of the chair and his legs wide open. “If you have any Sour Patch Kids too, that’d be great. I’m craving for some oddly enough,” he said as he yawned and unconsciously scratched his stomach. He looked around for a bit before he saw the boy’s laptop and without so much as asking for permission, brought it close to his lap. “Ooh. Watching some YouTube videos? I know a few good ones. Have you seen video of guys singing while in an engineering test? Here let me show you.”

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[Patch Diaz]

To Patch's dismay, his demand for the irish boy to leave had fallen on deaf ears. Deaf by drinking of course. Patch was going to ask again, but he froze in sheer terror.. mixed with something else he just didn't understand as Romeo put his hands on either side of Patch's cheeks and leaned in. "Whoa whoa whoa Rome-" Patch began but was cut off as the boys lips pressed against his own. It was only a sloppy and quick peck on the lips, but Patch's cheeks turned an even darker shade of red right after. "O" He mumbled the last letter of Romeo's name after the boy pulled away, in complete shock.

"Thank you so much Jeremy! I promise never to make fun of your wide mouth anymore! Err, well maybe fifty percent of the time. Though we should seriously test how many tennis balls we can fit in there one time. You know, for Science!” Replied the drunk boy with a grin in his voice before crawling up onto the couch.

“If you have any Sour Patch Kids too, that’d be great. I’m craving for some oddly enough." He stated, sitting and stretching out on the far side of the couch. Either he was too drunk to be embarrassed by what had happened, or he didn't care. Again, Patch had to avert his eyes, what had he gotten himself into? “Ooh. Watching some YouTube videos? I know a few good ones. Have you seen video of guys singing while in an engineering test? Here let me show you.” He offered. Patch realized too late that Romeo was talking about his computer and he had already dragged the closed laptop close over to him.

Now Patch's face was heated with humiliation. He couldn't let him open the laptop, he didn't care how drunk he was, he didn't need Romeo going around with things from his personal life. Patch did what any normal teenage boy would do when he computer has been taken from him, he lunged right after it. He had full intentions of taking it back, or at least knocking it away from both him and Romeo. He just wished the unclothed boy would leave, he was so confused.

[Romeo Buckland]

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Well, the upside of Romeo being drunk as fuck (or at least tipsy, since he did manage to run away from grumpy old Dominic in one piece) was that things like Patch’s reddening cheeks just go right pass him. Sober Romeo would’ve pointed that out in one go and mocked the hell out of Patch. Heck, even the stuttering that Patch welcomed him with would’ve earned two or three snide remarks even. (Then again, sober Romeo would neither randomly grab Patch’s cheeks to plant a kiss on him nor would he go to Patch’s place to hide).

Instead, drunk old Romeo was more focused on grabbing a bite, as his stomach’s growls became increasingly loud and had been occurring at a more frantic pace. “Poptarts? Cookies? Day old pasta?” he asked, making what he thought would look like a puppy-dog pout, “Come on bro, help a dude out here? I’ll put in a good word for you with Jessica.” (Completely forgetting that it was Francis who asked him to put in a good word for him, not Patch or Jeremy). He made a crude gesture with his hands and chest, most likely referring to the girl’s ample bosom. “I’ve told you already that she gives one of the best heads ever right? Just behind Fer and that Japanese-exchange student Naoko.”

He had just flipped the screen up and was ready to press the power button to turn the laptop back on when, from the corner of his eye, he saw Patch lunge at him. In a surprising show of hand-eye coordination, the Irish boy adeptly moved the laptop up from his lap and above his head. “Oh hey Gideon,” he grinned as he looked down on his lap, “Whatcha doing there? Can you tell Jeremy to bring the noodles over quick? I’m hungry. Very hungry.”

[Patch Diaz]

Patch ignored his sexual comments from before, he needed to focus on the task at hand, getting his laptop back. What he didn't expect was for Romeo toe grab the laptop and move it up above his head. In fact he had not prepared for that at all, and the upper half of his body awkwardly crashing onto Romeo's lap. “Oh hey Gideon, Whatcha doing there? Can you tell Jeremy to bring the noodles over quick? I’m hungry. Very hungry.” Came a snide remark, or maybe it was just him being drunk, and another food order down toward Patch. At that, the teen rolled up to his back and sat up, grabbing up high for his laptop. The only response he gave to Romeo for the food order was a small grunt of effort as patch straightened out his back, reaching toward the machine.

"It's Patch, dammit." He stated in a clear voice as he reached up at the computer, trying his hardest to ignore the fact that Romeo was still very much without clothes. Wait, did he say Fer?

[Romeo Buckland]

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“Patch?” Romeo asked, his face masking none of the confusion he’s suddenly found himself with, “Who’s Patch?” It was this brief moment of utter befuddlement that let Patch grab his computer from the Irish teen’s hands, the struggle to remember who Patch was (put a face to the name, as well as all those accompanying memories) making him loosen his death grip on the machine.

He spent a little bit more time trying to remember Patch, even assuming the ‘Thinker’ pose as if it’ll help him grab the things he needed from his brain that’s just been drowned in alcohol. “Oh! I remember now! Patch! You’re the kid with a Hello Kitty face on his shoulder!” he exclaimed, letting out a short clap and grinning maniacally like a loony. As with all things with Romeo this particular night, he just grabbed Patch, spun him around and shamelessly pulled the boy’s shirt high enough to expose his tattoo. “Huh? What happened here? Where’d the Hello Kitty tattoo go? You’re not even Patch, are you?”

[Patch Diaz]

“Patch? Who’s Patch?” Success! The drunk Irish teen was confused enough by Patch naming himself, that he was able to grab his machine from him. With his laptop in hand, he clawed his way back over to his side of the couch, back away from the bare boy. Romeo shifted in his alcoholic stupor, and Patch guessed he was still lost in thought.

“Oh! I remember now! Patch! You’re the kid with a Hello Kitty face on his shoulder!” Exclaimed the Irish teen. Patch had just set his computer on the floor when he felt a hand grab at him. Hello Kitty tattoo? He thought with a frown of confusion, then he felt himself being yanked back over towards Romeo. He let out a yelp of surprise as his world went dark, his shirt was being pulled up over shoulder level, but not completely off. “Huh? What happened here? Where’d the Hello Kitty tattoo go? You’re not even Patch, are you?” He asked, and Patch squirmed under his grip.

"I am Patch, and it is a wolf paw." Patch answered, hoping he would be let go, he squirmed again.

[Romeo Buckland]

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“Wait what? No.” If only Patch could see Romeo’s face right now, he’d see the Irish kid with a long pout on his face and shaking his head (rather vigorously even) in disbelief. “No way bro. Why else would Jerry and I make fun of the little bugger so much if it wasn’t for his Hello Kitty tattoo?” Patch’s squirming went by unnoticed, as well, living in the wild for so long gave the Irish boy some kind of a death grip. (Animals squirm a lot when trapped in his, well, traps after all. If he didn’t have a strong grip, he’d go hungry).

“That, and good lord that boy has the game of a fruit fly. Or even worse. Always just staring at Catherine and Olive, never making a move.” Romeo removed his left hand from the boy’s hips and unconsciously traced Patch’s tattoo with his finger. “You know there’s this one time when Alexa saw him staring at Olive with those goo-goo eyes and then she called us and was like ‘Look! Mr. Hello Kitty’s pitching a tent in his Speedos!’ and we were like ‘Oh is that even a tent? I mean, I could barely see it!’” Romeo then burst into laughter, repeatedly slapping the other boy’s back. He then leaned forward, his chin placed firmly on one of Patch’s shoulders, and made rude gestures with his fingers in front of Patch’s face (probably alluding to the boy’s supposed length).

It doesn’t go much to say that the authenticity of such a story is spotty at best. After all, this is coming from a guy who just mistook Patch for three different people despite being in close proximity in a span of five minutes.

“Oh god it’s so comfy here,” muttered the Irish teen as he nuzzled just a tad bit more on the Texan’s shoulders.

[Patch Diaz]

“Wait what? No. No way bro. Why else would Jerry and I make fun of the little bugger so much if it wasn’t for his Hello Kitty tattoo?” Apparently he wasn't buying that Patch didn't have a Hello Kitty tattoo, even though he could see where his tattoo was right now. It defiantly had nothing to do with hello kitty, he was obviously still a bit to tipsy to get what was going on.



“That, and good lord that boy has the game of a fruit fly. Or even worse. Always just staring at Catherine and Olive, never making a move.” Patch had no idea what he was talking about, but he had been told by Romeo on several different occasions that he had no game. He didn't like it. Patch felt a finger running along his right shoulder blade and he shivered. “You know there’s this one time when Alexa saw him staring at Olive with those goo-goo eyes and then she called us and was like ‘Look! Mr. Hello Kitty’s pitching a tent in his Speedos!’ and we were like ‘Oh is that even a tent? I mean, I could barely see it!'" At this Patch began to struggle harder, he had no idea what the boy was talking about, but he didn't want to stay around any longer. When the Irish boy brought his fingers up to Patch's face, the only thing he could do was flash an indignant stare towards him.

“Oh god it’s so comfy here." Slurred the Irish teen before leaning into Patch, he had let go of his hips, so the Texan boy could now start pulling away from the teen. "Romeo, you are drunk. Go home." He squeaked, trying to squeeze past the boy.

[Romeo Buckland]

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With his nuzzling on Patch’s shoulders came the slow unravelling of his consciousness too. So when the Texan struggled one more time to free himself from Romeo’s grip, he did succeed, leading the Irish teen to face plant once more. Lucky for him he did so in the soft couch this time and not in the hard floor.

“What? You’re sending me away now Jer? I thought we were buds?” He groped around to grab hold of any part of the other boy’s body, and when he felt a thigh he held onto it and made another puppy-pout. “I haven’t even ate anything yet. You know I get hungry after sex. Remember that time I ate all your Cheetos, Poptarts and those cookies your girlfriend made for you? Vanessa bakes awesome oatmeal cookies.” He started crawling towards the boy, blinking rapidly in an effort to keep himself awake. “And besides, I think I left my keys in Melissa’s room.” His hand quickly went to where he would’ve had his pocket had he been wearing shorts, but since he wasn’t, well, it got none. “See? Dominic will kill me.” Well once they have some football practice he’d be dead too, but hey, he wants to live as long as possible.

Just then, an idea hit him. “K. Fine. We told each other after last Thursday in the locker room it won’t happen again, but just this once. It’ll be my little payment for letting me stay here, k? Then you have to feed me. Because come on, I’m starving.” He pulled himself up just so his face was on Patch’s lap as his hands began searching for the boy’s waistband.

[Patch Diaz]

“What? You’re sending me away now Jer? I thought we were buds?” He asked in a sad tone, almost simpering with a small puppy pout. Patch was going to say something along the lines of, Yes, get the fuck out, but then he felt a hand on his thigh and he choked on his words. “I haven’t even ate anything yet. You know I get hungry after sex. Remember that time I ate all your Cheetos, Poptarts and those cookies your girlfriend made for you? Vanessa bakes awesome oatmeal cookies.” He said, clearly mistaking Patch for someone else now. Besides that, the unclothed Irish boy was once again making his way over toward Patch. “And besides, I think I left my keys in Melissa’s room. See? Dominic will kill me.” God dammit.

Put of nowhere, it looked like a light bulb flickered to life over his head. Patch swore he could here it blinking to life. “K. Fine. We told each other after last Thursday in the locker room it won’t happen again, but just this once. It’ll be my little payment for letting me stay here, k? Then you have to feed me. Because come on, I’m starving.” Patch had no clue what he was talking about.. then everything became shockingly clear as the boys face came close to his lap and his hands began searching for the waistband to his sweats.

"Wait, what!?" Patch called out as he forced himself back even more now, feeling the boys hand drag down his legs as Patch fell over the arm of the couch. He landed on his back, on the hard floor, with a thud. "Ow.. dammit.." He muttered, but he couldn't shake the feeling that.. something inside of him was sort of enjoying this. What is wrong with me?

[Romeo Buckland]

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After a few awkward seconds of blindly groping around, a shadow of a smile appeared on the Irish boy’s face as he finally found the other boy’s waistband. He was all ready to pull it down and get his work done and over with (the sooner he’s done, the sooner he gets to eat after all) when Patch struggled once more, jumping off of the couch and landing on the floor with a loud thud.

“You ok back there?” asked Romeo as he looked down from the couch, trying to stifle a laugh. He did follow Patch down the floor after a few seconds, rolling down to lie on the space right beside the Texan. “Your carpet’s so comfortable. And clean. Guess it helps having girls in the room eh?” Romeo would argue that the stories about all-boys dorms being pig stys were just myths, but one look at his room and his stance immediately crumbles. He blames his roommies. “Anyway, let’s do this.”

He made Patch go up just a tad bit so he can settle himself in between his legs, completely taking off the boy’s sweats this time ‘round. “Cute boxers. Where’d you get them?” With both his hands holding Patch’s hips down, he’s all but ready to start. “After this food, k? I know we haven’t finished the Barbeque ones last time.”