50 Shades of Booker (Alex)

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan, being as arrogant as he was, didn't really acknowledge the fact that Alex was outright staring at him. After all, he was pretty used to it by now. Hello, dancer body. No one could resist that, no matter how much of a prude they were. But he refrained from pointing that out because he didn't want to make Alex made enough that he'd just storm off. He was actually really looking forward to just spending the night with Alex, even if he wasn't doing much scoring. Perhaps something would spark between them, even if it wasn't passionate sex like he was used to. But just throwing this out there, Alex was missing out.

After both of them were clothed and ready, Rowan headed back over to his bed and plopped down, stretching out and propping himself up on his elbow as he turned to face Alex. Even he could admit that the younger boy was definitely hard to look away from. The kid definitely had a lot of eye candy to offer himself. Rowan looked up at the boy's face and shrugged, "Whatever really. I mean, I'll be honest with you, if you ask me something too personal I might not answer, but I figure the basics we can learn about each other right?" Rowan could admit that Alex kind of interested him in ways that he wasn't used to. He wanted to know more about the brunette. Why he did the things that he did. Why he reacted to certain things in the way that he did. It was kind of fascinating.

Rowan shivered faintly at the cold that was creeping up his chest, okay, yeah this whole not cuddling thing needed to cease. Alex better get his cute little butt over there and cling to Rowan the way that Rowan wanted to cling to him. Okay, Rowan wanted to do more than that, but he would settle for the kind of cuddling that they had been doing earlier. That was good enough for now.

[Alexander Rothwell]

Rowan headed back over the to bed before he responded, plopping down on it and propping himself up with an elbow. He was pretty close now, not close enough for Alex to leech any warmth off of, but close enough to still get the hair on his arms to stand up on end. When he answered, Alex was a bit thrown off by it. I mean sure, it didn't bother him that they should actually get to know more about each other, he actually liked the idea, he was just sort of surprised by it. Knowing more about Rowan was something he really wanted, though. Knowing how he ticked, why he ticked, or at least why he was acting all depressed was something that's till peaked his curiosity. Though, he wasn't really focused about topics of the mind, that realization turned his cheeks pink once more.  

"Oh, ok sounds fun. Well, my name is Alex, and I am an alcoholic." He joked, actually surprised that he was now being so loose around the other teen. A smile traced his lips as he found himself sitting on the bed more easily, if not gravitating closer toward Rowan. "But in all honesty, I have a pretty stupid ability. Retrocognition.. that was why I freaked out when I touched your bed. I mean, I saw.. a decent amount of things." He offered, casually glancing at the expanse under Rowan's stomach before meeting his eyes again. "What's your ability?" He was one of the most casual questions asked at Hammel, he usually knew abilities of people before he knew names.

Another shiver ran along his skin, and he brought his knees up to his chest, watching Rowan closely, waiting for and answer and maybe something else. I can't believe I am doing this.

[Rowan Booker]

Alex's joke, though unoriginal, caused Rowan to smile and he waited for the boy to continue with something that was a little more honest. Rowan could guess that Alex didn't drink a whole lot, he'd have been surprised if Alex drank at all. Even on those special occasions that his mother always talked about when she offered him wine or champagne and then didn't pay attention when Rowan took more than just a small glass. One of these days, he was pretty sure that he would get caught drinking under aged and it was going to be pretty bad. Not that he cared really, they could suspend him or make him work off the consequences. It didn't matter much to him though. Wouldn't be the first time and it wouldn't be the last.

#Badboy.

Retrocog. Ew. That explained A LOT about why he freaked out earlier. He probably saw some hot babe getting rocked in bed with Rowan. Poor kid was probably jealous. Nah, not really. But it did make a lot of sense and Rowan felt sorry for him for having such a shitty power. The ability question was pretty common around Hammel when meeting someone new. He'd asked many times when he was first getting to know people (sometimes abilities could make for better sex). Rowan's ability got a little out of hand when he was having sex sometimes. Things getting whipped around by the wind, pretty insane, but definitely fun. Crazy sex hair, too.

"Well, I'm Rowan and I'm a sex addict," He smirked, hoping to get a smile from Alex at least because he was kind of joking. "My ability is kind of eh, it's Aerokinesis. Pretty much whirlwinds and shit." Nothing all that fancy, but still kind of cool at the same time. The only downfall was the cuts that he always got when he used his ability. "What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?" He asked before scooting closer and tracing his finger along one of Alex's arms.

[Alexander Rothwell]

Yeah, drinking, very much so a joke to Alex. He had dealt with way too many drunk assholes in his youth, so he really stayed away from the stuff, even when his other friends had gone out of their way to get the stuff. He didn't really like to judge people, but he was just generally wary of people who got drunk around him, mean drunks were a nightmare. That didn't mean he wouldn't joke about it from time to time, especially during a time such as this. The teen was totally caught off guard with this entire situation. First cuddle session with a guy, first time ever getting caught in a heated situation with a guy, first time ever getting so touchy with.. pretty much anyone. Tonight was a night for firsts, but was he really going to push it?

Alex cracked a very small smile at Rowan's joke, but smiled none the less. Sex addict, most likely, especially with the way he was magnetizing Alex to him, like some sort of magic man. Magic Mike was a good movie. Where the hell did that come from? Before he could really investigate further into the random thought, Alex once again found his gaze dipping below Rowan's chin. A dancer body, wow, that probably wasn't the right thing to call it, a better word for that would be 'yum'. But seriously, Alex totally wasn't thinking about that right now.

Whirlwinds and shit? Ok, that one made Alex laugh a little. It was weird, he was actually really comfortable right now, if not nervous for a totally different reason than he had been before the movie started. When Rowan asked his question, his mind immediately listed up several different jokes he could offer up, but when Rowan scooted closer and touched his arm, Alex's mind drifted away from jokes. "Well, experiencing new thin-" He stopped himself a bit too late, choking out the last words. His face immediately turned red once more and he found himself melting closer toward Rowan. "Ughhhmmppfff." He couldn't take it any more, the teen soon found himself laying down next to Rowan, trying his best to face him without completely touching him. Yeah, it was hard to resist, but he wasn't going to be the one to complete a cuddle.

[Rowan Booker]

Pft, Magic Mike had nothing on Rowan. Working at the House, he could say that he gave Channing Tatum a run for his money. Most of the time he was one of the back up dancers because he was still young and Cynthia had other acts that were more important, but he'd gotten noticed a few times by people watching the show that appreciated his skill. Dancing really was his life and he was pretty sure that it always would be until he couldn't dance anymore. He was determined to stay forever hot, and fit even when he was older. There would be no saggy wrinkles on this boy! Okay, it was probably inevitable, but still. He was going to try.

Getting a laugh out of Alex made Rowan smile and he felt pretty accomplished. The brunette had a really cute laugh and Rowan actually liked being able to make him laugh with his weirdness. Rowan was really kind of terrible with his filter so some of the things he said sounded really odd with all of his fucks, shits, damns and hoes added in. Typically he talked more like that around Lucy than anyone else, but that was because she was a bad influence on him. Totally. It was allll her fault. Not really, he was just a bad kid in general. Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty everything. Tsk, tsk, such a bad kid this one turned out to be. Where did his parents go wrong?

Rowan waited for Alex to answer his question, but just as he was about to finish his sentence, he slunk down on the bed, facing Rowan, but still not quite close enough for Rowan's taste. He wanted the younger boy much closer. Hey, if Alex made it this far without complaints, what was keeping Rowan from pulling him a little closer? And he did just that, he tugged at the younger boy, so that they were no very close and his hand traveled through the brunette's hair and down his jaw. Man, that jaw. Rowan gulped and had to glance away before he went a little further with that thought and with his hand. Instead, he just let it fall back down and reach for one of Alex's hands. This was much better. "You were saying?" He said softly in that same seductive little whisper.

[Alexander Rothwell]

Well, if his heart beating like crazy wasn't noticeable to anyone but him now, he was pretty sure Rowan would have to be deaf not to hear it. Ok, maybe that was an exaggeration, but as far as exaggerations go, this one was closer to the mark then most. This was the first time he had ever been this close to another boy, like in the sort of intense heart pounding way that he only ever really could imagine, or day dream about after watching one of the many romantic comedies he and his friends always found themselves watching. It was different, the first thing he noticed was how warm Rowan was, laying across from him, and how close they were. The shadows and scary things around him seemed to melt away, the only thing really cold now was his back. But getting a blanket was pretty much the last thing on his mind.

Rowan took a final step and pulled Alex closer still, instead of just cuddling now, his hand traveled through Alex's short hair and traced his jaw. His breath caught in his throat, and he gasped, his face staying the same shade of red it had turned when his sentence had been cut off by his own embarrassment. Rowan watched him intently, appraising his features with a trained eye that Alex still feel slightly insecure under. When Rowan's hand left his jaw, Alex's skin tingled and he felt the absence instantly. Wow, this was definitely something else. He had no idea really what to do, or what to say. This was all really new to him, it was like jumping into a deep pool and forgetting to take a deep breath. he was already getting busy before he touched the pool floor, wherever that would be.

He opened his mouth to reiterate his statement, but he shut it quickly, his grey eyes locking onto Rowan's hand as it traveled down to his own. He heard Rowan gulped, and soon Alex found himself gulping too. Quickly, almost too eagerly, Alex laced his fingers with Rowans and soon enough, he was holding a guys hand for the first time. And another check. Alex felt himself loosing it when Rowan asked him to re-state his question, that whisper just gnawed at him. At the same time, he needed to stay extremely focused now. Grasping hands of memories already lived immediately tried to jump into his mind at the prolonged contact, having been able to calm down from todays earlier assault, and already downing some pills before leaving his dorm, it was more or less easy to brush those unwanted little tidbits of information away.

"I.. er.. my favorite thing to do is experience new things.." He offered, his voice hitching just above a whisper. Alex wasn't really sure what he was doing, all he could really do was gulp and squeeze at Rowans hand with his.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan liked to try and act like he didn't remember most of his firsts. But truth was, most of his firsts had been experienced with the same person. Not a guy, but someone hard to forget. After those firsts, he didn't see the point in trying to remember the ones he'd had with a guy. It wasn't really a first when it happened again. Rowan could admit that his first had definitely been nice though, especially because it had been with someone he was really comfortable with. Someone that knew him really well and someone that agreed there were no strings attached. Feelings had always been something that Rowan didn't take well to, so it was for the best that he steered clear of them when first experiencing his firsts.

At least, that's what he thought.

This, however, was much different to him. The gentle caressing, the admiring looks. Rowan didn't know what the hell he was doing. He didn't like it, but at the same time, he really was enjoying this intimacy. It made him feel really warm inside and there was this strange, buzzing in his stomach. It was like fluttery and weird. Rowan didn't know what he was feeling. How could he? He was constantly dismissing all thoughts of feelings unless he was with Beatrice because those kinds of feelings he could handle. This was just weird. Unnatural for Rowan. Why him? Why Alex?

Did it really matter though? For now, he supposed it didn't.

Rowan felt his hand get squeezed after Alex laced their fingers together and every part of him was screaming to pull away. To push these feelings away right along with Alex. His mind told him that he didn't do stuff like this. That it was only going to hurt them both in the end if he kept it up. But there was still that magnetic pull he had towards Alex that he couldn't shake. He didn't want to move, in fact, that desire he was feeling for Alex won out against his common sense. He was the type of person that always trusted his judgment and went with what his gut told him. Right now, his guy and his heart were in agreement, so instead of doing what he did best, he continued lying there, just looking at Alex because he was just beautiful.

Alex finally found it in himself to speak and Rowan couldn't keep from letting his infamously wicked smirk spread across his lips. He let his fingers slip through Alex's and he settled for trailing his hand down the other boy's chest. It was interesting, feeling the contours of his chest, definitely something he hadn't been expecting when he first looked at the younger boy. Rowan slid his hand around to rest on the brunette's hip and he glanced back up at him, "What kind of experiences do you find you like the most?" He asked, a lingering innuendo coloring his tone.

[Alexander Rothwell]

It was all so new to him, and he had to admit, he was loving every second of it. The cuddling, the lingering gazes, the laughing, the touching, it was all something very very new. And, for some part, he was also glad that he was experiencing these things with Rowan. He had been so quiet when they had first met up tonight, so soft spoken. That had seemed to fade away for the most part, and what was suppose to be a make-up removal had turned into a very different, but at least sort of pleasant night. Sort of, for the most part, because Alex was so damn nervous. He literally had no idea what he was doing.

Alex himself was reserved, never really throwing himself out there, but always curious about a many number of things. That played a major part to the way the events had played out this night, he couldn't help himself, Rowan was just.. yum.

If his cheeks could get more flushed, they did when Rowan flashed him that smile. The response to his statement was more than he expected it to be, especially when Rowan slid his hand from Alex's grasp and slowly, ever so slowly, dragged his hand down the boys chest. Holy crap. Was the only thought he could really process, as his mind clouded over a bit. His hands were really soft, he wasn't sure if he had noticed that until now. But they were also firm in what they did, and he was left tingling when his hand rested on his hip. Oh wow.. Rowan Booker's hand was on his hip. Sparks shot out across his mind, and across the spaces he had left alone after his fingers  

His question dragged out in the dark silence of the room. Someone was breathing heavily, and Alex noticed it was himself. "Well, the experiences I want right now, I wasn't really looking for before I came here.. so.. yeah.." Alex stammered, his voice barley above a whisper. He didn't know what to say, so he did something stupid and unthinkable. The boy quickly closed the distance between him and the one who was cuddled up with him, and pressed his lips to his.

[Rowan Booker]

Maybe it was the strange pulling sensation he felt when he was with Alex that made him do the things he was doing right now. Being vulnerable to start off with wasn't helping, no, but it had never been like this before. Usually after he had one of his vulnerable spurts, he went out, drank, and got laid. He happily banged some girl with daddy issues that was more than happy to not have anything with him afterwards. Or perhaps he'd rough up a real manly looking guy, the type that no one suspected a thing from. Rowan could do whatever the hell he wanted when he put his mind to it. And without much mental strain, he could do whoever the hell he wanted whenever, wherever he pleased.

To think, he hadn't been planning on Alex even staying long enough for these things to happen. When things went unplanned, he found himself reeling a bit and he had to improvise quickly in order to keep things from getting out of his control. No, he wasn't a control freak, not by any means (lie) he just didn't like when things went in a direction he didn't know how to handle. Granted, he was experienced enough to know a lot of things and in turn he could handle a lot of things, but he was still young and he didn't know everything, despite what he may like to believe.

Alex's answer surprised Rowan a bit, but he just took it in stride, the way he always did. Very rarely did like to show when he was caught off guard. It was a weakness of sorts and he liked to keep his thoughts to himself, not for the world to see through his eyes. Rowan was a little hesitant with what to do though because as much as he didn't mind having sex with anyone, this was Alex. The boy was younger than him (if only by a few months) and he was clearly impressionable if he was ready to say such things when he'd only known Rowan for what a few weeks? And prior to this hadn't he been annoyed with the older boy? The brunette couldn't be totally sure it was what he wanted, he wasn't thinking clearly.

But that didn't seem to stop him. As Rowan hesitated, something in Alex must have clicked because the next thing Rowan knew, Alex's lips were on his and he definitely hadn't been expecting as much. How could he? Alex was so reserved, and innocent, he didn't seem like the type to take the initiative, but in a way it made things easier. At least Rowan hadn't pushed his boundaries right? Ah hell, who the fuck cared? Rowan's hand slid back up Alex's chest to grip the back of his neck and keep him there for a moment before he pulled away, his brown eyes lingering on the brunette's lips before traveling back up to his eyes. "What was that?" He asked in a low, husky tone.

[Alexander Rothwell]

In contrast, Alex was completely inexperienced in such things. It was ridiculous, now tht he thought about it, going into a bedroom with Rowan. What did he think was going to happen? Those thoughts though, were very unfair and one sided, Alex was the one who showed up at his door, cuddled with him, kissed him... what was it that was getting to him? In the back of his mind, more memories than he could count tried to force their way in. The bed, the pants, his lips, everything was just so overwhelming, his mind clouded further.

He really did have no idea what he was doing, so close to another guy for the first time, in such a weird and exciting way. Rowan hadn't brought him into the situation at all, the cute.. oddness of him tonight is what made Alex stay. When their lips disconnected, he wondered if this was how he usually was, behind close doors. The teen could get use to this softer side, but for all he knew, something really could be wrong with the guy, and he could be really off right now. Was he taking advantage of a situation? I'm a teen, I have hormones too, this is unfair! Roared his mind, in retaliation to his new thoughts. This was the closest to a guy he had ever been before, but then again this was Rowan. What do you think is going to happen tomorrow, stupid? It's not like he is falling for you. A cold and harsh thought, but as analytical and correct as it might have been in the situation, Alex felt himself shivering when Rowan spoke.

It was a simple question, but Alex wasn't sure how to respond to it at first. His lips tingled, first kiss, first cuddle session, did he want to continue? Yeah. "Ah.. well.. it was a kiss.." He whispered, his voice hinting at the internal WWE shouting match going on inside of his head. The corners of his lips curved upward nervously, the hand on the back of his neck was strong and firm, did he really want to get away from this? What was the worst that could happen.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan could see the battling coming from Alex. This was what he tried to keep from happening to himself. Being so easy to read, it was dangerous and it led to bad things happening. He was a dangerous guy to get involved with, extremely so because no matter what this was, it wouldn't last. Maybe Alex didn't realize that, but he should have. He should know that Rowan didn't do the relationship thing. He fucked people and bolted just like that (for the most part). The only time it hadn't ended like that was with the person that took his virginity, and that was because it had been a mutual agreement and no feelings had gotten involved to mess things up. He was still involved in that person's life.

This could play out the same way, but Rowan didn't see Alex as the one and done type. The poor kid was a hopeless romantic, Rowan could see it without even having to be told. He'd think that Rowan was the bad boy that would turn good just for him. And that wasn't the case. He couldn't be that good guy. Not for anyone. It was just something he knew would never happen no matter what happened. Rowan hated to take advantage of Alex (even if it was Alex that had initiated all of this) because he knew that tomorrow would be a new day and he didn't know what it would hold when they woke up in the morning. His own mind and emotions were a mystery to him.

Alex stammered out an answer and the faint trace of a smile lingered on Rowan's lips. He moved his hand from the back of Alex's neck to let his fingers stroke the other boy's lower lip, "And would you like it to happen again?" He asked, barely above a whisper. Any louder and he would have ruined it. Whatever it was. Rowan's fingers stroked Alex's jaw as he waited for an answer, hoping to relieve some of the inner turmoil that seemed to cloud the other boy's mind. Maybe it was kind of manipulating Alex, but this was the first real move he'd made all day. Alex was the one taking the initiative, why should it be one-sided?

[Alexander Rothwell]

A small gulp traveled down Alex's throat and into the pit of his rising stomach. If he stayed like this, his heart might crawl out of his throat and the butterfly's in his stomach might bust out straight through his abdomen. He sure hadn't known Rowan as long as Lucy had, and the many times before this, Alex often found himself put off by the forward cocky, obnoxiousness that could be Rowan. It embarrassed him some times, and drove him crazy other times. Of course he was too nice to ever bring tat up to Rowan, but he felt himself cringe inwardly on the certain occasions he had heard "Lexie!" being called across a room or a certain open space.

So, what was different? It was just weird, how he was so quiet, and being so unlike himself. Alex doubted that he had had a sudden change of heart, something had been up when he came in, and something was still up, even now. Maybe he should be more sensitive and actually ask him about it, but then again that could cause more things then he could handle right now. He already found himself melting all over again anyway when Rowan smiled at his response. As always, when Rowan brought his hand closer to his face, Alex felt himself recoiling, there wasn't exactly a place to flinch to when the side of his head was pressed against a bed, thought.

He was glad of that, when he felt Rowan's fingers tracing his quivering lower lip. He asked a question that left his mind reeling, This is really happening. If it wasn't he would definitely need to take a cold shower after he woke up from this dream. The teen wasn't really sure what to say at first, as the dancer's fingers traveled along his jaw. After what seemed like a ba-gillion years, which was only probably actually five seconds, Alex found himself responding with a small nod and a gulp. Yeah, he did want it to happen again. He could do kissing, he tried to keep his mind off of anything else.

[Rowan Booker]

Okay, Rowan was obnoxious, rude, arrogant and a huge douchebag. He knew this. He knew it very well, but that's what happens when one has a secret that they've known for years and years, but has never been able to tell someone. It's not that he's keeping a secret, but however, what the secret entails. He's never been able to talk about it with anyone. It really wouldn't do him any good, though he knew it wasn't exactly uncommon. That was the sad part, but it definitely fed into the way he saw things and the way that he acted now. Everyone responded to things in different ways and his dirty little secret affected him in a very negative way.

Granted he probably could have been a normal guy even with his own personal problems, but it stuck with him in a very negative way. It made what he was like almost understandable, though it took more than that to understand him. He was fifty shades of fucked up, an absolute mind-fuck of a person because he had so many different sides that no one could really keep up with. One minute he was that obnoxious, rude, jerk. The next he was quiet and reserved. Then he was playful and sweet. And then shut off from all feelings and just fucked everything because he knew he could. It was kind of stupid. Really stupid actually. He didn't know how to stop though. He didn't understand the draw that relationships had for people. None of it ever really interested him.

But then, he very rarely got close enough to someone for it to even be remotely possible.

This was a first. And he was enjoying it. At Alex's nod, Rowan found himself smiling and he placed his hand on the side of Alex's face before pulling the boy's face closer to his own. He leaned in excruciatingly slow to gauge Alex's reaction before his lips finally met the other's. Just as they touch, his eyes slipped closed and he ran his tongue against the younger boy's lip. Testing him if anything. If Alex wasn't ready for this kind of thing (perhaps not sex, quite yet), this was his cue to show Rowan his boundaries. What he was and wasn't willing to do tonight. Rowan was the type that didn't stop unless specifically told to. That was just something he didn't really think much about though.

[Alexander Rothwell]

What exactly was he doing right now? Kissing someone, that's what. Never having kissed anyone before, Alex wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, especially when Rowan leaned in for a second round. This time the approach was painfully slow, and Alex could feel the dancer's gaze burning right into his face. If he expected him to do anything but stare like an idiot, he was probably going to be really disappointed. When Rowan's lips connected with his once again, though, the deer-caught-in-headlights stare melted as he closed his eyes. It was weird, the small details you noticed when something so sensitive as your lips were pressed against someone else's. His lips were warm and firm, and the contact sent shivers up and down the teen's spine.

To say the least, Alex was surprised when he felt Rowan's tongue leave his lips to poke at his own. Oh wow. Was the only coherent thought his mind could process, Rowan was taking this kissing thing to a whole new level, and Alex felt himself taking one step closer towards the edge of a cliff as he opened his mouth slightly, to see just what Rowan was going to do. The dancer's hand felt warm on the side of his face were it rested, and Alex had no idea what he was doing once again. Would he want to go farther than this, would Rowan just be fine with kissing? The thoughts tore through his mind like a wild fire.

Wild fire, Alex felt pain stabbing at the back of his head, and he once again forced away a treasure trove of images. Rowan's tongue had see a lot too, he guessed, and he wasn't really sure if he was ready for that history lesson.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan was even more surprised than Alex was when the younger boy opened his mouth as an invitation. If that wasn't a clear message for the go-ahead, Rowan didn't know what was. Still, he found that he was hesitant. This boy in his bed was much more inexperienced than the others he'd had before him. If Rowan knew just how much more inexperienced, he probably wouldn't have been so open and willing to cuddling and seducing a virgin. Man, he if he knew...this wouldn't be happening the way that it was right now. He wouldn't be touching Alex with a ten foot pole. Sure, the kid was innocent, but that innocent? It was just too much for Rowan to handle.

Either way, Rowan didn't know. So it was all fair game, right? Alex could push him away whenever he wanted, but he wasn't right now, so Rowan continued on in his exploration of the brunette's mouth. This was what he knew, this is what he was comfortable with. Kissing hard, instead of intimately. The whole intimacy idea made him uncomfortable, so he forced his mind into that place where this was nothing more than just another person on any given day that came into his room with sex on their mind and nothing more. There was no cuddling. There was no talking. Just the idea of sex with Rowan and that was it.

Rowan's hand slid back down to Alex's waist as he kissed the boy deeper than before. He was finally in his element, and he knew that as long as he didn't think of firsts and feelings, he wouldn't freak himself out of this. He wanted Alex, he really did, in more ways than what he usually wanted from someone. But he was scared. He didn't know what real feelings entailed because he was so screwed up. Alex better be careful, he didn't know what he was getting himself into with this one. And that also scared Rowan because he didn't like the idea of hurting anyone. He hated it, but it was all he knew.