red evening {Phoenix}

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Phoenix rose an eyebrow as Erik pulled out and lit a cigarette, not surprised that he was a druggie, too. Well, not the kind that Phoenix was, but an addict all the same. He wondered what the guy would think if he took another hit now, because he was really starting to want to.

It was definitely ironic that this was happening to him all over again at the same place... And if not for Oriel, Phoenix would have leaped at the chance to have another fucking partner, even for just one night. It was what he was used to, after all; he hadn't done an actual relationship in over two years. But now everything was way too confusing and involved too many feelings and Phen hated it. But also... Didn't want it to stop.

He closed his eyes and settled onto his back again, tapping a finger against his phone. It would be easy to just call Oriel up and tell him what was going on... and something told him Oriel might react differently than he had with Chester. Or was that just hopeful thinking?

"I'm not the best at keepin' things t' myself," he mumbled. "Have a habit of spillin' things when I'm trippin' out." True, he had told Oriel he wouldn't use his dust when he was around the other boy, but it didn't mean it wouldn't happen occasionally still. And he didn't want to have that happen.

As Erik spoke about Oriel, though, he had to chuckle a bit. "Sounds like Oriel," he mumbled. "It prob'ly means he likes ya." The other boy definitely had strange ways of showing his affections... And was very hard to predict. Phen caught Erik looking down from his eyes, and he took a chance and reached out to brush his thumb agains the boy's jawline. "Just let me find out," he pleaded. "Won't do any harm. The only person he'd prob'ly take it out on is me, anyway, if he doesn't approve."

[Erik Stewart]

Erik looked down at him. “You’re trippin’?” he asked. “That explains a lot.”

By all accounts, he should’ve got up and left. He wasn’t sure this endeavor with Phoenix was worth the headache he may or may not get from Oriel, whenever they saw each other again; it might even mean another week’s worth of detention. Erik sucked in smoke as he thought, relying on the burst of nicotine in his brain to loosen those shoulders and the tight cord of muscle in his pale neck, which stuck out from underneath his skin. “Well shit,” he went on. “What’s he do to th’ people he don’t like, shake their hand an’ give ‘em some candy?”

Erik blinked and glanced at Phoenix when he ran his fingers against his jawline, but he didn’t pull away. He wasn’t sure the other boy knew exactly what he was trying to promise, that it wouldn’t do any harm. If Phoenix had seem them both interact once he’d know that it was like mixing fire and oil.
But there was an earnest plea in his voice, too. As unfriendly as Erik was, he wasn’t completely immune to it.

He sat and thought in silence for only a few seconds – five at the most – before Phoenix could see signs of acquiescence. Erik turned his head away from him to let out a long smoky exhale. He put his hand under his chin, his knee on his elbow. His lashes were half-dipped over his blue eyes in thought.
Then he clicked his tongue over his teeth and pulled the cigarette out of his lips, flicking the end with his finger to get the dry ashes off.

“Yeah, fine,” he mumbled.

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Phoenix snorted. "Yeah, does, don't it?" he replied in a bitter voice. Maybe he shouldn't have shared that little piece of information, but it was too late now. Oh well, at least it didn't seem to be chasing the guy off.

He was honestly surprised the guy was still around as well. After the flirtation and then the sudden change of behavior, he had been afraid it would be too pathetic for the guy to take. But apparently it wasn't, since he was still here. "I don't wanna know what he does," he chuckled dryly. He hoped he never ended up on Oriel's bad side.

And Erik didn't pull away from the soft gesture, either, which spoke a lot. It made a small smirk tug in the corner of his mouth again. He was going to make this happen. He would tell Oriel whatever he wanted to hear or do whatever he wanted in order to keep the promises he was making Erik.

It took a few moments, but when Erik finally agreed, Phoenix tilted his head away to hide his ecstatic grin. "I'll be right back." He slowly stood on his thin legs and walked a few feet away, passing behind the trunk of a nearby tree as he pressed a single number on his phone. As he waited for Oriel to pick up, an uncertain jolt ran through him again.

What the hell was he gonna say?

When the ringing stopped, he cleared his throat. "Oriel?" he murmured. "If you're not, uh, busy... I gotta ask you somethin'." His voice sounded way more hesitant than he would have liked, but now that he had started, he couldn't stop.

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Oriel's butt vibrated as he was hopping around the kitchenette, wiping down the counters, soaking some dishes, etc etc etc.... It surprised him because, while he kept the phone for the sake of having it, people so rarely called him up, and he so rarely called anyone else.

He peered at the caller ID to make out the name "Phoenix" on the screen, then flipped it open, not quite sure what this was about. "Hey," he answered.

"If you're not, uh, busy... I gotta ask you somethin'."

Oookaaay...... Just to add more to the confusion, Phoenix didn't sound like his normal self. "Yeah. What's up? Something wrong?" The last time someone called him on his phone like this, they'd been drunk. That didn't sound like Phen right now...then again, that boy was always out of it, so it might be hard to tell.

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Phoenix took a deep, silent breath, pushing the toe of his shoe into the ground anxiously. At least Oriel sounded in a good enough mood, so he figured now was as good a time of any to ask.

But how to ask it? "No, nothin's really wrong, it's just..." He paused, biting his lip. "Okay, this ain't gonna be easy t' ask no matter how I put it, so I just gotta say it."

He glanced back at Erik, before turning away again. "I, uh, I met this guy, Erik, he says he knows you, or whatever. And well... He's uh, he's offerin' t' give me a... Well, you know." He kicked his shoe against the ground again. "He says he's great at fuckin' blowjobs, and well, I wanted t' ask if... Y'know, you're okay with that." He took a quick breath before adding in a rush,"I mean, I don't know what you're okay with me doin', after what happened with that redhead bastard, so I wanted t'... You know, make sure you wouldn't be upset." Ugh. He was Oriel's bitch, through and through.

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Phoenix was stuttering, which was completely uncharacteristic of him, and which only served to make Oriel worry more. But he stayed quiet, until Phoenix could get it all out, all the way to the end. But what he heard was definitely not what he expected to hear. It wasn't something he had ever expected to hear from anybody.

It was clear that Oriel had quite a bit of experience when it came to sex and sexual partners. But not a single one of them thus far had given him the consideration of informing or straight up asking whether it was Ok for them to fool around with someone else. They usually just did it and hoped that Oriel never found out....which he always did....

But....it was a good thing this conversation was being held over the phone, because Oriel wasn't sure if he could contain the tickling flutters of giddiness that had arose from this small request of Phoenix's. For a long moment, Oriel didn't say anything. And he had to actually consider...was he Ok with this? It was Erik, right? Erik was cool. He liked him. But...did that mean that he would be ok with it if he liked the other person? No....maybe.....what?

Another reason Oriel was glad for the phones. He was speechless. He had no idea what to say, or how to answer. NO, he wasn't Ok with anyone fucking Phen.....without his knowledge or at all?

Confusing!

Oriel rubbed his temples as he tried to think of what to say until a bright idea crossed his mind. Oriel swallowed, trying to find his words, before finally asking, "Can I watch?"

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Phoenix, on the other hand, wished he could see Oriel in person to ask him this. The silence on the other end of the phone was nerve-wracking, and he had no idea if Oriel was about to burst into an angry tirade or hang up or what. He paced back and forth for a few moments as the silence went on, rubbing the back of his neck. Stupid stupid stupid... What had he been thinking?

He had never had, or felt need, to ask for something like this before. When he liked a willing partner, he just went for it. Having to ask Oriel definitely bruised his ego, but it also... Made him feel a little more grounded and almost content, knowing that he had someone important enough in his life to actually ask.

When Oriel finally spoke, Phen's mouth gaped in surprised for a moment before he let out a short laugh. "What, really? You want to?" He was completely fine with it - more than fine, really - but he had to ask Erik, of course. "I mean, that's... Yeah, I'm okay with that." He swallowed. "I need t' ask him, though." He turned around and approached Erik again, unsure if he should just hand the phone over or... "Oriel says he wants t' watch."

Well. That came out more blunt than he had meant. "And, er... He's not mad, far's I can tell." This he made sure to cover the speaker for so Oriel wouldn't hear. "Wanna talk to him?"

[Erik Stewart]

Erik’s eyebrows shot up towards his hairline.
Now that was a development, and one he clearly wasn’t expecting. Erik watched Phoenix for a second, taking drags at his cigarette, then extended his hand so the other boy could place his phone in his hand.

“Hey,” he said, but he went on before they could get too cordial. “Now I ain’t ‘bout t’compromise so if y’don’t like what y’hear, y’can just forget the whole thing, alright?”

Erik would go on, assuming each answer was an affirmative, or even a silence. Otherwise he would’ve told him bye and snapped the phone shut. He scuffed at the ground idly as he spoke.

He breathed out. “I don’t kiss an’ I don’t want t’do any of that weird shit.”

“I don’t want anything recorded, neither.”

“An’ don’t you dare start with the…” he gestured, “the rimming, however you wanna call it.”

He listened to whatever the boy had to say in response, thinking rapidly. Was he up for it? Yes. Did Oriel’s request get him going? Couldn’t lie. Not that he’d let him hear it, not yet, anyway…Erik’s voice was firm and left little room for argument. He liked to feel that he was in charge, at least ‘til he got in bed with ‘em.
Then he smiled and let out a breathless laugh. “So what are you, his manmaster? Shit.”

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A simple yes or no would have been sufficient, but apparently Erik had conditions. Which was fine. Oriel wasn't about to pursue any of this unless Erik was on board.

So he listened without a word or objection until Erik had finished. "Works for me. But first, what do you define as "weird shit"? I gotta know specifics so I know what to stay away from." Oriel had no problems with compromise, and fuck if he didn't appreciate someone laying it out so plainly like Erik did.

Oriel smirked his evil smirk, amused at Erik's definition of Oriel's role towards Phoenix. "Damn fucking straight. Phoenix is mine." Simple as that. And Oriel could do whatever he damn well pleased with what was his. "Deal with it."

[Erik Stewart]

So far, so good. Seemed like this was going to happen. Erik chewed on his bottom lip, his still-burning cigarette perched between his pointer and middle finger, breezing out smoke. He glanced up at Phoenix, who was presumably still nearby, and watching.

Then his attention was back on Oriel’s voice. “Well, y’know,” he said, gesturing; his hand waved, leaving trails of transparent gray. “I mean…th’ heavy stuff. Like the gimp thing. An’…well, actually, let’s just leave that all out for now. I don’t really trust you with handcuffs.” Erik laughed a bit, intending it to be a joke – or at least half of one. “An if you fuckin’ piss on me I swear to God.”

"Damn fucking straight. Phoenix is mine.”

Erik laughed some more. He put his fingers to his lips, which had spread into what was most likely the biggest anyone here had seen him smile – it was just too bad Oriel wasn’t around to see it, and Phoenix didn’t know enough of him to appreciate it. “Naw, it’s all good. Just didn’t know you were such a perv. You wanna watch? Seriously? I mean,” he said, “I ain’t much of a performer, but…”

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Erik was laughing. That was interesting, Oriel wasn't sure if he'd ever heard the time-bomb laugh before. Oriel had to smile. "You don't gotta worry 'bout none of that. I don't go that deep into it for first times." He laughed, completely surprised he was even having this conversation with someone like Erik. Hell, Oriel thought Erik was a homophobe, he never would have guessed he was that kinky. "I'll leave my zip-ties at home." Nah, Oriel didn't need those while he was feeling him out.

"C'mon Erik. You oughta know me by now." This was probably one of the most honest conversations Oriel had ever had with Erik before. And it wasn't near as awkward as he thought it might be. "I. Am. Shameless." Yeah, he was enjoying this. And the anticipation. "Hah. You'll do just fine. You got my Phoenix as a co-star."

[Erik Stewart]

“Bullshit. I wasn’t even sure y’were gay,” he replied, then snorted. Shameless was a word for it.

Erik took another drag from his cigarette, which would be his last. It’d almost burned down to the filter, and he could already taste it getting raw.
He wasn’t expecting things to go over so well, either; he’d been expecting there to be a lot of yelling and screaming directed at Phoenix and maybe towards himself, at a later time. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be so civil with him. There was a lot to be said about the anticipation, he supposed; it was a bit like sharing a secret between the three of them. It bound them all together in a tight knot of intimacy.

“If y’say so. Just feels a lot better when you’re gettin’ ‘em ‘stead of watchin’ ‘em happen. But if that’s th’ way you wanna do it,” he said. Erik considered his feet, though he knew his answer before he said it. “Fine. I’ll let you an’ your loverboy talk.”

He held out the phone to Phoenix, then nodded, still with that faint smile on his face.

Afterwards he plucked the cigarette stub from his mouth and flicked it carelessly into the water. Not very environmentally friendly, to be sure.

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Another laugh, short and curt. "I ain't." He thought for a moment. "At least I don't think I am. I fuck girls too." Wasn't really something Oriel had spent too much time thinking on. After all, it wasn't anyone's fucking business who he did or didn't fuck!

Anyway….

"Well, guess we're just wired differently," he responded with another laugh. After all, Oriel was a twisted fuck. There was more than one way for him to get his kicks.

Again, a completely unreal conversation he was haing with someone who had tried to kill him the first time they met, which obviously had done nothing to deter Oriel from continuing to bother the slender, blue-eyed boy. Oriel had been perfectly honest the first time they spoke; Erik was nice to look at…even if he wasn't particularly Oriel's type, but Oriel obviously wasn't that picky either.

Oriel gave a grunt of affirmation into the phone and waited to hear Phen's voice again.

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Phoenix followed Erik's half of the conversation with heavy-lidded eyes, nearly trembling with excitement. From what he could tell, everything was going just about as well as it could, and he made a mental note to do something extra.... Nice? Kinky? whatever, to Oriel sometime in the future for being so fine with the setup. Even the fact that Erik had asked if Oriel was his 'manmaster' couldn't stifled his spirits (mostly because it was true, but whatever).

He was still standing with an uncomfortable tightness in his jeans, so by the time the phone was handed back to him, he took it eagerly and pressed the speaker against his ear.

"You're the best, Oriel," he said immediately, letting out a small, giddy laugh as he also gave Erik a sly wink. "Everythin' good, then? Sounded like it was fine on this end."

After Oriel's assumed confirmation, he continued,"Sooo... Wanna meet in my room, then?" he asked loud enough for both Erik and Oriel to hear. "I think I have the... Least nosy roommates." He and Oriel hooked up in his dorm all the time, and they had never really been bothered, unlike that one roommate of Oriel's that seemed to like to get his nose in their business.

He began to step in the direction of the dorms, obviously eager to get started, with a raise of his brows at the other boy. Phen even twisted his little finger with Erik's own as he gave the boy a sly, happy smile that felt weird on his normally expressionless face.

[Erik Stewart]

Erik watched Phoenix as he spoke, palm supporting his chin. He sure was eager, he thought. Looked like a kid at a candy store. Erik figured he was, too, though he’d never done a three-way thing before and he suffered a bit from performance anxiety. He wasn’t an exhibitionist.

But that wasn’t enough to deter him. Even if he’d never been in the same situation, Erik was pretty confident in terms of his sexuality, and he knew, at the very least, he wouldn’t disappoint. So he was sure to respond to Phoenix’s smile with one of his own, to let the other boy knew he was alright and on board; he even went with the pinkie thing, until he stood up. Then he pulled his hand away.

Erik put his palms on his hips and stretched out his back. “Your place, huh?” Sounded good to him; he sure as hell couldn’t take them to his place. He’d done shit before with Dom while Tomer was around, but even he had qualms about exposing the young fourteen- or fifteen-year-old to this sort of sexual debauchery. Might scar him for life.

He followed Phoenix; to anyone else watching their long walk to the dorms might seem completely innocent.