Can You Keep A Secret? (open)

[Michael Arceneaux]

"It's actually very easy to shut me up," Michael informed the boy, "you just have to know how to do it."

Michael opened his mouth again to go off on another tangent, but instead of words, a short grunt came forth when Romeo unexpectedly squeezed him. It wasn't the first time he was squeezed there, but he wasn't used to it. It was always going to send him into an unexpected mix of pain and pleasure. "Sure, why not? Try again if you want," Michael said as he retaliated with a squeeze of his own on the boy.

"I think-" and before Michael could finished speaking, he was once again interrupted. This time, by a kiss... a kiss followed by being felt up on. Michael realized that the boy was liking this just as much as he was, if not more. He allowed the boy to do as he pleased. Michael wanted to see just how far he was willing to take it, and judging by how the boy had Michael straddling him, he wanted to take it pretty far. It didn't take Michael long to agree.

"Inside," Michael said seductively, "me." He smirked. "But not out here. I'm not a screw around in the bushes with a stranger kind of guy. I have a dorm with a nice, comfortable bed. Oh, and a shower. I know you have that drop the soap fetish and everything."

To make things more enticing, Michael ran his fingers down the boy's chest, slowly and softly, before stopping abrutly at his waist. "Before anything fun goes down though, I need to know your name."

[Romeo Buckland]

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“Oh fuck,” exclaimed Romeo when Michael suddenly returned the favour, accidentally biting his lip and jumping just slightly. Judging by the smirk on the boy’s face though, the other boy’s gesture was anything but unwelcome. In fact, it was the last push the Irish boy neededwas waiting for. His lips found their way back to Michael’s, but only for a moment, as they quickly descended to the boy’s neck and collarbone, intent on leaving a mark. Romeo’s hands soon followed, deftly going from the boy’s waist to inside Michael’s sweatpants, effectively cupping the boy’s ass and eliminating whatever distance their bodies had between them.

Romeo couldn’t help but let out a throaty, partly annoyed and partly amused, laugh when Michael stopped him yet again. The boy should be thankful he finds his lips to be very very exquisite and he’s not in the mood to take care of his excitement on his own (not at this stage no) else the Irish teen would’ve just left right there and then. “When I say don’t talk, don’t,” growled Romeo, his right hand travelling from Michael’s back to his front, giving him a quick squeeze, “You don’t want me to just leave you like this, wouldn’t you?”

With his threat out of the way, Romeo finally let himself be untangled from Michael. “I’m guessing you’d want me to find a change of clothes first then? Unless of course you’re ok with me walking from here to your room looking like this.” He had no problems with it (well it’s getting a little cold, but if he’s to turn metallic again that would be arranged), but he’s not sure about Mr. Drama Slut over here. “It’s Romeo,” he said, planting a quick one on Mike’s lips, “You’ll be screaming it a lot later, trust me.”

[Michael Arceneaux]

Michael shivered with pleasure. He definitely didn't want to be ditched like this. He wasn't finished with the boy, and by the looks of it, he wasn't finished either. However, when the boy finally said his name, Michael laughed out loud, nearly killing the mood. "So wait, you call me the drama fag, but your name is ROMEO?! How ironic is that!" He continued laughing. "Romeo, oh Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?!" he said as overly-dramatically as he possibly could like an inexperienced Shakespearean actor. "This is just too good to be true! You have to be making this up!"

"Hold still. I'll go grab you some clothes." Wasting no time, Michael leaped from the bushes and made his way back into the gym. He then walked into the lockerroom, opened his locker, and pulled out his gym clothes. They were loose fitting on him, so Romeo would probably fit well in them. Michael walked back outside and tossed the clothes into the bushes. "Get dressed."

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo gave Michael the most unimpressed smile he could muster, hoping it’d be enough of a hint for him to stop laughing. That smile turned into a glare when the boy just continued on, even going as far as to mock him for it. “Haha. Very funny.” Michael’s not the first one to mock his name, and he’s pretty sure he won’t be the last. That didn’t mean it made the Irish teen any less irritated though. “Just go grab your clothes.”

In the short time that Romeo was alone (because honestly, Michael took off and returned in a snap; did he have super speed? He probably did. Because it’s impossible to move that fast. Unless of course he’s that desperate to get laid. And Romeo couldn’t blame him. He was quite the specimen), he got the chance to grab a quick glance at the courtyard. Much to his dismay, there weren’t that many students out and about, which meant that the chances of him and Michael being seen getting it on was near nil. So much for strengthening his alibi.

“That was quick,” snorted Romeo as he squeezed into Michael’s clothes. They weren’t too tight, but they weren’t too loose either. It’s like they’re made for him even. (He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at that notion). “I’m done. Lead the way, fag.” Unlike how he said the word previously though, his tone’s a bit more playful and teasing now. And if Michael needed any convincing, the slap on his bum should be proof enough.


When they got to Michael’s room, Romeo immediately jumped on the boy’s bed, lying down so comfortably with his hands behind his head. “What are you waiting for,” he said with a smug grin, eyebrows suggestively going up and down, “Get to work. You owe me for laughing at my name.”

“And trust me, no matter how funny you find it to be, you’d still be screaming it.”

[Michael Arceneaux]

Michael did lead the way, hastily, and the slap on the bum acted as motivation to move faster. He navigated through hallways and doorways, ignoring any weird looks he got before making it to his dorm. He unlocked the door, swung it open, and led Romeo to his bedroom before closing and locking the door. "Don't get comfortable," he told Romeo as he jumped onto the bed with him, "because things are about to get rough."

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"It looks like you were right," Michael said as he came out from between the sheets, "Romeo! Oh Romeo!" He collapsed next to the boy and wrapped his arms around him. "Do you know what time it is? he asked rhetorically as he looked around to the digital clock on his nightstand. It was late in the afternoon. "I'll be honest, you lasted longer than I thought you would. I'm very impressed."

In all actuality, Michael actually had pretty high standards for Romeo. It was to be expected of a guy who had a bad boy aura as well defined as his, but Romeo definitely lived up to those expectations and even exceeded them. Michael truly was very impressed.

”So what do you want to do now? I can pretend I’m dead so you can weep over me and drink some poison.” Michael was obviously joking, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to let out a Romeo and Juliet joke. ”Are you hungry? I have some snacks.”

[Romeo Buckland]

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“As if there was ever a doubt,” Romeo said with a wink, “I am to please. And besides, you’re pretty great yourself. You’re among the select few that has ridden me like a champ.” He got a little bit uncomfortable when Michael wrapped his arms around him, as the Irish boy never really did cuddle. Pillow talk he can handle, but cuddling, no thank you. Like clockwork, his mind raced to think of suitable ways to distract Michael and slip off his grasp. After a second or two, he went on and cupped Michael’s chin, giving the boy a quick peck on the lips then he rolled out of the bed, hoping to take care of the(ir) used condom. “You know where I can put this?” he asked, holding the used condom between his fingers. He might be a brute, but he does know some basic hygiene.

With the condom (and cuddling) issue taken care of, Romeo promptly jumped back in bed, nestling comfortably in Michael’s pillows. “Are you kicking me out now? Well you’re going to have to do better than that, because I’m currently enjoying your pillows.” How he wished his pillows were as soft as the Californian. “What?” asked Romeo, hands behind his head. Sorry Michael, English literature wasn’t exactly the Irish boy’s best subject. “Snacks are cool. You have any Pringles?” Whoever said beggars can’t be choosers clearly hasn’t met Romeo yet.

“So Mike, that was your first time, wasn’t it?” Not that Romeo needed to ask, but hey, hearing Michael say that out loud would most likely be quite the ego boost.

[Michael Arceneaux]

"A champ?" Michael asked with a satisfied grin on his face. "It's good to know that performed up to your standards." Romeo definitely exceeded his expectations, that was for sure.

A bit of laughter erupted from Michael when Romeo asked where to dispose of the condom. "Mail it to the headmaster," he said sarcastically. He laughed for a moment as his eyes scanned down Romeo's still nude body. "Just toss it in the trash can by the desk, doofus." So... freaking... sexy...

"You can stay as long as you want, sexy metal man." Michael stood up and grabbed a half empty can of original flavored Pringles from his snack stash. He tossed the red cylinder to Romeo before grabbing himself a small pack of Sour Patch Kids and jumping back into bed.

He shook his head left and right. "Nope, someone beat you to my virginity, sorry," Michael said as he began thinking of his first time with Fer. "If it makes you feel any better, you're my second person."

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo replied with a grin of his own when Michael said something about being able to perform within the Irish boy’s standards. Seemed like that little spiel of his did the trick. Romeo believed that he could see it in the other teen’s eyes that there will be a second time. Because while there were a few hiccups here and there – a little too much teeth in the beginning, for example – but it’s nothing they couldn’t work out on down the road.

“Know what, I think I’ll keep it,” laughed Romeo, holding it over his head as if examining the whole thing thoroughly, “I mean, it’s valuable evidence for my alibi right? When they ask where I’d been and stuff.” He didn’t mean to be a Debbie downer; it just came to him after the sex-high’s gone down. Unfortunate really. “Dear Mrs. Morgenstern – that’s her name right? I never bothered to learn the old hag’s name, sorry. She is rather hot for her age though, I’d give her that. Anyway – attached is a condom as proof that I was, in fact, not inside the gymnasium when the vending machine was broken but rather inside the drama fag that is Michael A – what’s your last name again?.” Romeo tried to say the whole thing in a very formal way, with the proper intonation and his chest puffed out, which meant he looked mighty ridiculous when saying it. “Ugh, too much work,” he chuckled, throwing the used condom to the trash bin, “And the condom’s getting flimsy. We can always just go for a second time if we really need proof right?”

“Glad to hear that.” He’d started munching on the Pringles when Michael said he wasn’t his first. “Meh. It’s all the same to me,” he said with a shrug and a wink, stuffing his face with a fistful of food, “Though I guess this means we have quite a lot to work on then.” His eyes brightened when he saw Michael eating some Sour Patch Kids, instinctively reaching out to grab himself some. “I love Sour Patch Kids.”

So the boy gets a little hungry after an intense session. He says he’s not ashamed.

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[Michael Arceneaux]

Michael went into a cute little giggling fit when Romeo began reciting what he would write in his letter. He thought it was quite hilarious. "Arceneaux," he informed Romeo when asked about Michael's last name. He didn't mind that the Irish boy didn't know it. It was a difficult last name to remember. He has had to live with that pretty much his whole life by growing up in California with a Cajun last name. He was used to it being mispronounced, misspelled, and even forgotten on a regular basis.

"I think we should go for a second time even if we don't need the proof," Michael then added in with a wink. Romeo was definitely pulling all of his lustful thoughts and feelings to the surface. Michael couldn't hold them back.

Seeing that Romeo had a taste for Sour Patch Kids, Michael decided to add some spice to the sweet and sour candies the Irish boy liked to eat. "Hold still," Michael said as he placed a few of the candies on a trail starting at Romeo's waist and ending at his neck. One by one, Michael ate the candies off the Irish boy's body and generously licked up any of the sugar left over. By the time he reached the end of the trail, he planted kisses on Romeo's neck, cheek, and eventually his lips. Michael was feeling rather frisky to say the least.

"Can I see you in your metal form again?" he asked nicely in addition to planting a few more kisses.

[Romeo Buckland]

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“Arseno. Arseckno. Arsenoat. Oh what the fuck.” He tried repeating Michael’s last name a few more times but it just didn’t click. For some odd reason, he just couldn’t parrot how the Californian said his last name. Oh how he hated it. “Bah. I’ll just call you Arse. Michael Arse. Fits you anyway.” Romeo laughed loudly, unabashedly patting himself at the back for what he thought was a witty play with words.

The satisfied grin in the seventeen year-old’s face when Michael suggested that they could always go for a second try (or even a third? He loved to think ahead) masked none of his amusement with the way things were turning out. And if Michael thought that wasn’t proof enough, he could always just peek in between the Irish teen’s legs and he’d see the blood slowly returning to Romeo’s favourite part of his body.

And it seemed like the excitement wasn’t going down anytime soon, as within minutes, Romeo found himself assaulted with Michael’s tongue. “Only your second time and yet you’re so much into this kinky shit,” said Romeo in between kisses as he threw the empty Pringles can to the side and both his hands grabbed Michael to make the other boy straddle him, “It’s like you’re actually made for this.”

Michael’s next request was a little odd though. Why? was the foremost question running through his head. But then Michael peppered the request with kisses, how the hell was he supposed to say no to it? “I could. Hopefully your bed won’t break though.” He closed his eyes and concentrated for a bit, and within one breath, his body was slowly encased in his trademark metallic casing. He heard a little bit of a creak; hopefully that was just from the mattress and nothing serious.

“Good enough for you slut?” he said with a smirk, blank white eyes looking straight to Michael’s own.

[Michael Arceneaux]

"You are a true Shakespeare - so good with words," Michael said sarcastically about Romeo's difficultly with his last name and his clever substitute for it. "Why Arse? Is it because I'm mean or because I have a great one?" He gave Romeo a glare that silently said you better answer the right way or face the consequences.

The Californian smirked at Romeo's next comments. They weren't meant to be flattering, but he was actually very flattered by them. "Maybe I am made for it? All my pent up lust is just begging for release."

And when Romeo actually shifted into his metal form like Michael asked, he was quite excited and intrigued all at the same time. While straddling the Irish boy, he let his hands run down his metal chest feeling the surface carefully. It was fascinating - solid and metallic, but underneath, there was life. And on top of all that, Michael found it to be rather... hot...

"God you're so freaking sexy," he said his hands continued feeling on the metal body below him. "Should I be concerned if I am turned on by this?" he asked next. "Because I am..."

[Romeo Buckland]

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“Says the one whose vocabulary was reduced to ‘Fuck!’, ‘More!’, ‘Faster!’, ‘Oh god Romeo!’, ‘Deeper!’ and ‘Oh Romeo!’ just a few minutes back.” Supposedly to add authenticity to his claims, Romeo actually said each sentence (phrase?) with the appropriate tone and facial expression, after which he rounded his impressions off with a very arrogant and satisfied smirk. He let out a little laugh at Michael’s question, saying, “Is this a trick question?”

Romeo knew that there was a ‘right’ answer, but hey, he wouldn’t give Michael the win that easily.

For someone as egotistic as the Irish teen, being told that he’s sexy would never, ever be enough. Compliments like that just keep him going, and in this case, was very much turning him on (something he’s pretty sure Michael’s slowly feeling right now anyway). “You should be concerned if you’re not,” he answered, holding one of Michael’s hands and guiding it along his body – from his chest, down his sides and stomach, to his thighs and back up to his crotch – but not once breaking eye contact with Michael. He’s watched somewhere that eye contact was among the most sensual thing one could ever do and boy has he been employing it ever since.

“I’m sensing you want to do it with me looking like this, no?” There’s no reason the Californian would bring it up otherwise anyway. But hey, better sure than sorry.

[Michael Arceneaux]

Michael laughed at Romeo's imitation of him. Unfortunately, it was actually quite accurate. "I don't sound that slutty, do I?" he asked, hoping Romeo would at least play along and say no. "And that wasn't a trick question. Or was it?" Now that was a trick question.

The way Romeo guided Michael's hand and kept eye contact with him really turned the Californian on. It was almost magical the way he did it, convincing Michael to go for a round two without even saying a word.

"Your senses are quite right," Michael replied to Romeo's question, and without further ado, he went at it...

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Michael collapsed next to Romeo on the floor. He was unsure of when they made the transition from the bed to the floor, but he was glad he wasn't under Romeo when it happened. That would have been painful. He was extremely exhausted, sweating, and breathing heavily. "Jesus... Christ..." he muttered between breaths. When he enrolled in the Hammel Institute, he never expected he would be doing anything this intense.

"I need a power nap... and some pain killers," he said with a slight grin, "because you don't know your own strength."

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo didn’t really like having sex while he’s in his armoured form. Because while it makes him relatively invulnerable to harm and grants him increased strength, his power had an unfortunate side effect that involves the dulling of his senses. He’s not numb per se, but it would take twice, thrice or even four times the normal effort to make him feel anything – may it be pleasure or pain. It does help him stay harder and last longer in bed, but being covered in an unknown alloy does make him become a little too inconsiderate of his partner.

“Sorry babe,” he said with a wink, holding Michael’s chin and pulling him close for a chaste kiss on the lips, “Should’ve warned you before. Though in my defense, your mouth was gagging mine so I really couldn’t say anything.” And so far, everyone that asked him to be in his metal form while having intercourse asked him to revert back in the middle of it all; Michael was the first one to really ride through it, so to speak.

He sat up and looked around, giving Michael’s ass one last slap as he tried to look for the Californian’s phone. “Call me, k?” chuckled the Irish boy as he saved his number under the name ‘Stud Muffin’, grabbing the clothes that Michael lent him earlier right after. “After all, you do want these back, don’t you?”

It didn’t take him long to get dressed and ready. He walked over to Michael to give him one last kiss before he said goodbye. (He doesn’t cuddle, but he does say bye). “’Till next time!” he said as he closed the door behind him.

Now to find something to eat. Hopefully Noah’s got something. He’s starving.