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redellis-blog · 10 years ago

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TAGGING → Jonah Ellis and Elliot Rose [ peglegelliot ]

LOCATION → Jonah’s Room

TIME FRAME → March...? (>_>)

GENERAL NOTES → None

Elliot flipped through the pages of his text book with just a hint of anxiety. Jonah and him were good, they really were, but having to have this inevitable talk about the ~future and all that bullshit still made him nervous. He jumped suddenly as the dorm door jostled open. Elliot had let himself in earlier, it was likely just his boyfriend returning after classes. Keeping a thumb on his page, El craned up from the couch to holler, "Hey, Jo!"

Jonah made a beeline for Elliot the second he heard him call out. He tossed his stuff onto the couch as he passed by. Then he bent down to plant a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. "Hey yourself." He grinned, taking a seat next to him and looking over his shoulder at what he was doing. More schoolwork, nothing exciting. Surely not as exciting as what was weighing on both their minds as of late. "So do you still want to talk about it?"

Elliot smiled at the kiss, moving over on the couch to make room for the two of them. He quirked an eyebrow at that wording and made fun of his boyfriend. "Do you not want to talk about this now? I think, I think it would be good to figure out, for both of us." God was he awkward. Elliot shrugged, he wouldn't force it.

Jonah pulled his leg up onto the couch so he could face his boyfriend. "Yeah, I do." El had a point, it would be good for them to figure it out. The year was winding down fast and before they knew it they'd be graduating. It was just a bit nerve wracking to get started, but might as well jump into it. "I know I'm being a spaz about this, it's just a lot to consider. Do you know where you're going for college?"

Elliot "It's okay," he replied automatically. He was nervous about this, too. Claim deadlines and confirmations were coming up and he knew it would just be better to get this sorted out. "Uh, yeah I do, only 'cause they're giving me a good deal. But why don't you say where you want to go first.. I don't want to be like, going somewhere all the way across the country.." Elliot held a couch cushion across his chest and gave an awkward nod.

Jonah nodded. Right, the other unsaid part of that was claiming Elliot, which was really the only way he could go to college at all. They'd get to that next, for now it was easier to focus on something more normal. "Well, I was thinking California. I got into a bunch of schools, and UCLA offered me a bitching scholarship." Considering his lack of funds, it was hard to turn that down. "What about you? I bet you got into some kick ass schools, didn't you?" He teased, lightly nudging the other's side.

Elliot grinned a little easier this time, nudging the other back. "Fuck, me too." He laughed with relief at how easy that had been. "I got into some other places too, but UCLA's my best option. They're basically paying me to play soccer for them." This could be good, he thought to himself. Going to the same college, maybe as a claim or whatever, that could be good.

Jonah breathed a little easier at that, managing a laugh as well. "That's a relief." He'd been worried about that, especially since his second choice was Florida. "I think I just wanted to get the hell out of this cold." He smiled at his boyfriend though. "That's fucking amazing though. I'm happy for you, and for us." Because as selfish as it was he still really just wanted to be near Elliot, even after they graduated. "This is good for us then, like a good sign." That they could actually work out well and everything.

Elliot "We're so fucking smart, both going to UCLA. They have some killer aquariums over there, right? That should be good." He smiled back. He couldn't wait to get out of this awful weather either and spend all his time with Jonah in the sun. "Yeah, yeah, it's very good." Elliot moved over and leaned against his boyfriend's arm. It did seem like a good sign that they'd both chosen the same college, and hopefully they'd be able to stay together there as well.

Jonah laughed at Elliot's comment. "Hell yeah, of course we are. We're getting out of this place and moving onto bigger and better things." He declared, smiling all the while. It was exciting to think about, like a weight off his shoulders knowing that the two of them were headed towards the same place. That was a start and hopefully their paths could keep twining together, though that did beg the question of the other thing on his mind. He wrapped his arm around Elliot to pull him close. "So to go to UCLA, you kind of need to be claimed..."

Elliot knew that was going to come back, obviously. It seemed that they had more or less been skirting around that issue for the last month. "I do kind of need to be claimed, yeah." He reiterated, looking up at his boyfriend. Elliot reached around and entwined his fingers with Jonah's and just sat there for a moment. "I don't.. I don't want you to claim me just so I don't go to the markets, though. I dunno, I know our relationship isn't really traditional, but.." He shrugged, unable to further convey what he was feeling.

Jonah felt awkward. He knew he needed to bring it up, but they were so not into the whole D/s thing and this was kind of weird to talk about. Important and necessary though, so he barreled through. Feeling Elliot's fingers curl around his own was comforting though, and he gave the hand a gentle squeeze as he looked at his boyfriend. "I know. It's..." He didn't have word for it either, it seemed. "Do you want me to claim you?" He thought he'd ask instead, seeing where El stood on the whole matter.

Elliot sighed, knowing that this conversation was likely making them both a bit uncomfortable. What he really wanted to know was if Jonah wanted to claim him. "I do, but, like I said, not just to save me from the markets. I can get a claim from my brother or a friend for that. " He didn't want to be claimed just because it was the natural progression of their relationship, either. Like a check list for them. "I think a claim should be like, much more important and more of a commitment and yeah.. not just that I have to wear a collar or whatever.."

Jonah nodded. "Yeah, I get it. I know I'm not the most Dommy Dom or whatever, but I get what a big deal claiming is. I mean, if I claim you, then you'd be mine." Which sounded pretty obvious, but the legal standing of someone belonging to him was weird. While he'd doubt he'd ever treat Elliot as a submissive, especially the way they're taught to here, the whole thing still meant a lot. It was serious and a huge decision to make, and he had to trust that they'd still be good together in the future for pretty much ever. "But yeah, I do want to claim you."

Elliot: ran a hand through his hear again. It was good that Jonah felt the same way, but he still wanted the specifics of the guy's opinions. They might very well be in this for the long hall, and he needed to make sure that this was all for the right reasons. "Okay but really, aside from you just wanting to claim me, like, what does a claim mean to you? What do you think would be different between us if we were in a claim?"

Jonah took a moment to think on that. He wasn't at his brightest when he was on the spot, and he really wanted to give thoughtful answers to these really big questions. "Well, for one, the commitment. It's a long term kind of deal, which is huge. I don't really know how knowing that would affect our relationship until we see it happen. I'm hoping that it's a good thing and that you really want this future with me. I know we talk about it but now we've really got to commit to it. I don't think I could treat you like a submissive, but I do know that I'd be responsible for you and that the things we do reflect on each other. "

Elliot "I know, I do really want it. But at the same time, it's like, we've honestly only been dating for four months and now we have to plan for the rest of our lives, y'know. What do you want to do after college, do you want ever have children? Questions like that that we need to figure out now." Maybe he was taking this a little too far, but they were all things he needed to know when being claimed for the rest of his life. "Well, yeah, that whole life isn't really for us. But, I hate to think that I'd end up reflecting badly on you.."

Jonah "I know, it's a lot more to think about. Hell, it's everything to think about. After college, the plan is to find work, isn't it always? I'd kill to work in one of the big zoos, San Diego or something, but I'll probably work my way up form something small. It'll be time consuming. I don't have a lot of money saved, so I'll probably try finding a job the second we land in LA." That was another thing to think about, the different schedules, especially if he worked and El was training most of the time. "Long term goals, yeah I want it all. A house, kids, a white picket fence. All the shit I never had." He looked at his boyfriend now, a bit more concerned. "What do you want?" Because if their future goals didn't line up, well shit. He wrapped his arm around Elliot, kissing the side of his face. "You're too fucking cool, you'd never reflect badly on me."

Elliot "Yeah exactly, a job, having a few kids, buying some stuff, retiring to Florida, and dying. Good, I can work with that." He nodded, having much the same plans himself. El raised his eyebrow for a moment when Jonah mentioned his childhood- they had to turn over that stone. "Yeah.. we'll definitely need jobs. I think I'll have to spend most of the time in practice though, and find a major and that stuff." He had primarily been focused on the soccer and financial aid aspect of the college, just hoping the academic part would reveal itself. "Mmph," He mumbled, being pulled against Jonah's side and smiling at him. Although it did little to ease his worries, it was a nice gesture.

Jonah almost breathed out a sigh of relief to hear that the both of them were working towards the same things. It was simple but it wasn't too much to dream for a happy life, was it? "You've got four years, isn't that the whole point of college? To find yourself and figure out what you're going to do. As long as we're there for each other through it all." Elliot didn't seem entirely placated, but the smile was nice to see.

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redellis-blog · 10 years ago

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FTF || Elliah [12/27]

Jonah was pretty stoked to be going to Paris. He'd never left the country before, and he'd certainly never been on a transatlantic flight before. His only experience on a plane was the one he took up to Ohio. He had thought it'd been the coolest thing in the world at the time, and this plane was even better considering it was taking him to Europe. When he was done looking around the terminal like an excited four year old he turned back to his boyfriend who didn't look at keen. "Try breathing, El." He told his boyfriend, slipping his hand over the other's to give him something to hold onto. "We're not even in the air yet."

peglegelliot

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redellis-blog · 10 years ago

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Exam 16 || Jonah and Elliot

TAGGING → Jonah Ellis and Elliot Rose [ peglegelliot ]

LOCATION → Main Hall

TIME FRAME → October 4th

WARNINGS → Needle play

Elliot was just a little bit too nervous to inform Jonah that he was a nerd. Then the door opened and he quickly followed a few paces behind the man. Maybe then the other wouldn't be able to hear the way his heart thundered through his rib cage."Good morning, headmistress." Elliot echoed, keeping his head down and staying to the side of Jonah. It occurred to him that it might have been helpful to brief the dominant on how exams work- lest he awkwardly stand here for the next fifteen minutes.

Jonah waited for Elliot to give his greeting to the headmistress before addressing him, and when he did he got straight to the point. "Remind me again of your safeword." He instructed, wanting to be clear with that first. "Then I want you to strip off your clothes." He walked over to a metal table with wrist cuffs attached. "Once you do you're going to come over here and bend over this table with your arms extended out in front of you." He stopped there for now and waited for Elliot to comply.

Elliot nodded, following the familiar exam guidelines. "Red, sir." He went through the same motions as he had for the past eleven months, automatically folding the blazer and unbuttoning his shirt despite any mental hesitations. Elliot just had to remind himself that Jonah had seen all this before. Same scars, same cuts. The dom liked him to some extent even with these marks, he kept repeating. His clothes in a neat pile, Elliot stretched over the cold table, slightly uncomfortable against the cool surface, and let his wrists call into the cuffs.

It felt inexplicably weird to hear Elliot call him sir. Jonah was still getting used to anyone calling him sir, but hearing it out of Elliot's mouth was definitely one of the stranger occurrences. However, he kept any discomfort he may have felt about that clear off his face, he wouldn't dare show that sort of thing in front of the headmistress. Instead he watched as the submissive followed his orders, then secured the cuffs around his wrist. He moved to the other end and did the same with his ankles, securing them to the table legs. This way Elliot was stretched out with his back flat. He ran his hand over the other's shoulder now, feeling the edges of scars underneath his fingertips. "Today I'm going to be making you a fallen angel." That sounded peculiar coming out of his mouth, but it'd make sense by the end of the exam. "I'm going to be sticking needles into your back, so I need you to stay perfectly still. Because every action has a consequence, if you do move while I'm working you'll be hit with a wooden switch. Everything clear so far?"

Small clicks filled the room as the cuffs were secured around his wrists and ankles. Elliot subconsciously slid his arms forward just a bit to test his new range. Which was basically nothing. A small frown crossed his face at the words 'fallen angel'- was that supposed to elude to the cliche pick up line? He knew it didn't, of course, but analyzing all these little movements was the only way to keep his mind occupied. Jonah's next sentences escaped him, though he nodded anyway. "Yes, sir." The words sounded odd and ill fitting in his mouth, leaving a metallic taste with each 'sir'. He hated these exams and the way they hollowed him out into small, robotic movements. A shiver passed over his body at the dom's touch. His fingers tracing over all those scars. El was glad he was facing away from Roselle a bit, he'd hate to have his own shame and embarrassment hurt their grade.

Jonah nodded, "Okay, then we'll get started." He took a box of sterile needles and placed them on the table, then began to clean Elliot's back with alcohol on the areas he would be working on. Satisfied that it was safe, or as safe as sticking needles into someone could get, he opened up the box and steeled himself for what he was going to do. Slowly he started to pierce Elliot's skin with the needles, over his shoulder blades and the faded scars of tic tac toe games and carved slurs. He just prayed that Elliot wouldn't move and he'd have to punish him. If he could stomach punishing Aerolyn he knew he could do this, but that didn't make it any easier.

Elliot nodded anyway, even if his movements couldn't really be seen. He kept a focused gaze on a certain spot on the table and only shivered slightly at the sudden coolness of the alcohol wipe on his back. Was that supposed to count? The needles hadn't even left their containers yet.. El continued on, staying as still as he could. Needles were nothing new to him by this point in his Roselle career. It was just a matter of forgetting who the man behind him was and what rough, cracked up canvas he was working with. He focused on time each exhale with the new needles piercing through his skin, maybe that would help.

Jonah worked his way over Elliot's shoulder blades and down his upper back, leaving about a dozen needles per side. It pinched and raised the skin angrily, and now he was going to aggravate it more. He got a bundle of large, black feathers and placed those on the table as well. The stem of the feathers were large enough to fit snugly into the hub of the needles, which would effectively make the wings of his angel. "I'm going to attach feathers to the needles, I still need you to stay still." He explained, hoping this part would go as smoothly. He picked up the first feather and attached it to the needle, applying pressure to the area and causing the surrounding skin to move and stretch as he manipulated the needles so he could fit the feathers carefully.

Elliot held himself rigid, his body and muscles becoming tight as a vast multitude of needles darted across his shoulders. He could feel his skin already growing a dark pink with the irritation he was feeling, and he was certain that would only worsen with the black feathers he saw out of his peripheral. Elliot bit down on his lip as, sure enough, this new addition stretched his skin around further. His shoulders pulled up towards his neck in tension as the feather finally fit into the needle's hub. One down. His teeth dug further into his upper lip as the next needle was pushed against him.

Jonah could tell that Elliot was tensing up, he could feel it in his muscles even as he breathed and he knew that would just make it more painful. Though, as he finished with the first feather he caught movement from Elliot, the rise in his shoulders giving him away. "That's one lash with the switch." He told him, his hand running over his lower side gently before pulling away to grab the switch. He moved behind Elliot, standing slightly to the side, then raised the switch and brought it down the center of his ass leaving a thin, red mark behind. That was one thing about the switch, it was quick, it stung, and it didn't take much to make it efficient. He walked around again, carefully looking over Elliot to see how he'd react.

Elliot could tell that he had messed up before Jonah said anything. He was rarely one to be punished during exams, always following the orders with a blank face and a slight ache as his jaw clenched down. Now, though, he only felt a rush of disappointment in himself as Jonah's hand slid down his side. "Yes, sir." Elliot said, feeling like he was supposed to say something here. The familiar thwack of the switch hit him across the ass, but he was prepared this time. His body moved forward slightly with the force of the switch and he took a sharp intake of breath. It was only a moment, and then he was back to playing the passive submissive.

Aside from the reaction to the hit, Elliot didn't appear to be reacting much more. He was back to being quiet and passive, such a change of pace from how he was used to seeing his friend. This would all be over soon, though. They only had a few more minutes and all he needed to do was finish with the feathers. "I'm going to continue with the feathers, remember to stay still." The last thing Jonah wanted was for Elliot to move again, but he could only hope the submissive would bear it a little longer. He picked up the next feather and continued onwards with attaching feathers to the needles.

Elliot knew their time must be past the half mark by now, at least. But maybe not, he was continually surprised at just how long fifteen minutes could feel during an exam. He remained still as the number feathers beside the table diminished one by one. His back began to burn more intensely as the needles pulled and tugged his skin, but he worked to keep his shoulders down and still. The dominant's hands glided across his back gently, careful on across his scarred back and in stark contrast to the pain reverberating from the needles.

Jonah soon finished with the feathers, the end result actually being quite interesting to him. It looked a bit strange in this position, Elliot's flat back with large, black overlapping feathers sticking out the side, but he knew it'd look better from the front. "Here, I'm going to let you out of your bondage now." He said, beginning to undo the cuffs around Elliot's ankles before moving to the one binding his wrist. He took a step back and looked over the sub again. "Okay, now I want you to come here and face the front of the room." He said, motioning to the spot in front of him. "Typically, angels fly. But you're a fallen angel, so you'll be on your knees. Then you'll flex your shoulders to flap your wings."

Elliot flexed his wrists and ankle a bit as they were released from the cuffs again. A wave of self consciousness suddenly fell over him again as he heard Jonah step back, practically feeling his gaze scrape over the sub's damaged body. Rubbing his wrist a little bit, Elliot nodded and followed the next set of orders. He carefully knelt at where Jonah had pointed. This whole concept was still a bit hazy in his mind. Fallen angels and goth feathers and what not. But he tried to do his best for the both of them anyway and began flexing his shoulders, hoping that somehow cause the wings to flap satisfactorily.

Jonah watched as Elliot got up, eyes watching him carefully, especially his back. He was pleased when Elliot did what he was told, making the wings move. It looked nice, he hoped, even if in the end all of it was uncomfortable and pointless. He nodded and walked around front to face Elliot. "That's good enough." He grabbed a red bucket and walked behind Elliot again. "I'm going to remove your wings now." Then he knelt down and carefully he began to pull out the needles, dumping them in the bucket when he was done. When Elliot's back was finally free and clean, he stood up again. Thankfully, that was it. "Go thank the Headmistress for her time."

Elliot breathed a sigh of relief as it became apparent that that was the definite, final end to the exam. Good enough. Okay, he could live with that. The muscles in his back relaxed and eventually loosened as each needle slid out and plunked into the bucket. Elliot flexed his back again once the needles were all out, just to return some feeling of normality to his body. He kept his head bowed as he bid farewell to Miss Roselle and thanked her for her time and then shakily rose to his feet, drifting towards his pile of clothes.

Jonah waited for Elliot to thank the Headmistress, then followed suit and did the same. Then he told Elliot to get dressed, waiting for him patiently and keeping a careful eye on him noticing how shaky he was, in case he got a little off balance. When Elliot was done he led him out of the main hall.

Elliot pulled his clothes back, fumbling a little as his muscles were still shaky from being tense for the past quarter of an hour. Once clothed again, El followed the other out of the hall and into the main lobby. The next group was entering for their turn, and Elliot was only slightly leaning on Jonah as they continued back to their rooms.

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redellis-blog · 10 years ago

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Eternal Sunshine || Elliah

TAGGING → Jonah Ellis and Elliot Rose

LOCATION → Jonah's Dorm

TIME FRAME → September 19th

GENERAL NOTES → The boys have another movie night.

Elliot bounded up the stairs to dominant's room in record time. He paused outside the door, however, for a good five minutes. His shirt was buttoned correctly, right? And he didn't seem out of breath or anything. Once his mental check list was complete, Elliot took a deep breath and strode inside. "Hey man," He called out, an easy smile on his face. "So, I know, it's a bit convoluted but I think you might really like it." Elliot continued to defend, setting the cd on the coffee table.

Jonah let Elliot come in and grinned. "Hey, nice to see you again." They barely had any classes together, so they didn't exactly catch each other often. "I'm sure I will." He reassured the guy, grabbing the DVD and popping it in to play. Then he came back to flop down on the couch. "But out of curiosity," He started, wanting to play devil's advocate a bit. "What happens if I don't like it? Hypothetically."

Elliot spread out on the other side of the couch, reaching for some popcorn on the table. He smiled as the movie started. It was nice to spend time with Jonah again, even if they were just watching a movie. "Hypothetically, you'll pretend to like it for my sake." He let out a laugh, adding. "Nah, but we can just watch a different movie or like talk, or whatever.."

Jonah grabbed a soda off the coffee table, then looked to Elliot and gestured towards the table. "Take anything you like." He said, popping open the can and taking a sip. "Well, I haven't seen anything yet, so let me give this flick a shot." He put on a big grin and added. "If you love it then it has to be good. Besides, it's more fun when we can talk about a movie we both like."

Elliot took a soda for himself at the offer. He had left out the hypothetical alternative where they just made out, but that didn't mean it wouldn't happen in due time. "Okay, okay." Elliot finally agreed. He let his hesitations and warnings drop about the movie at Jonah's persistent assurances. "I liked Guardians of the Galaxy!" He insisted over the opening sequence of the movie.

Jonah laughed at the insistence. "I'm sure you did, but nowhere near as much as I did. But, it's way more interesting when both of us are super into something. The conversation takes off and it's like magic." He thought about it for a second and laughed again. "Okay, that sounded pretty weird, but you get what I'm saying, right?"

Elliot laughed at the explanation and rolled his eyes at Jonah. "I'm sure, I'm sure, it'll be /magical/." He shifted slightly on the couch, closing the gap between the two of them. "But yeah, I get what you're saying. Maybe if not this movie then the next one- we'll find something to get magical over. "

Jonah looked over to Elliot and smiled. "The next one, huh?" He knew that they got along pretty well but he was still uncertain where they fell on the friendship map. Like were they friends or movie buddies, like what was really going on here? Either way, he wouldn't mind if movie night became a regular thing, or hanging out with Elliot in general. Maybe if they did they could find that something else to get magical over. Until then he settled in and watched the movie in all it's complicated and twisty glory.

Elliot couldn't help but spend more of the movie looking at Jonah than Jim Carrey. Perhaps it was just the outline of his face against the light but, /fuck/ he was attractive. It was a good thing they'd have to keep watching movies together, because Elliot was pretty sure this was one site he wouldn't mind revisiting. Making sure Jonah was reacting properly, he told himself, that's why he kept looking over. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth nonetheless.

Jonah got into the movie, watching intently and trying to piece together the storyline given that it wasn't in any way linear. As the couple agreed to start again in the final sequence of the movie, he looked over at Elliot. "Okay, okay. Wow. That was one hell of a movie." And he honestly meant it, it was crazy but deep and intense. It made you think and he liked that.

"Yeah?" Elliot was honestly a bit surprised at that, given all the doubt they had had earlier. "Isn't it fucking insane?" His face lit up a little at the prospect that Jonah liked his choice of a movie. Standing up to stretch, Elliot took the moment to clear their snacks to the kitchen. He returned and plopped back down on the couch, maybe a bit closer to the Dominant this time.

Jonah nodded. "Yeah. I admit, if I had like walked into a Blockbuster, it wouldn't have been my first choice of movie. But after watching it, way cool in that really crazy mind fuck sort of way." He explained while watching Elliot get up to clean up. When he returned he gave his friend a curious look. "Thanks, but you didn't have to do that. I would have gotten it." The way he saw it, Elliot was the guest in his room here.

Elliot smiled, reiterating Jonah's words because Robin hasn't seen this movie either. "I know, I know, it isn't your conventional movie by a long shot." Elliot merely shrugged at the look. He conformed to his rose rarely, but cleaning was something he found himself doing regardless. "S'alright. Gives me a chance to snoop around your suite anyway, see if you're hiding anything interesting around here."

Jonah laughed at the response he got. "Well, actually, not that you mention it..." He drifted off, eyes darting sideways suspiciously before he broke out into another laugh. "Nah, I'm just kidding. Snoop around all you want, I'm not hiding anything. Well, except the human organs in the freezer, but we wont talk about that." He couldn't resist the joke, but that was just who he was. He tried not to take life too seriously because if he did then it'd just bite him in the ass.

Elliot laughed back, wondering if maybe Jonah had stored Daniel's kidney back in the freezer, perhaps behind the Ben & Jerry's. Elliot smiled and made a show of standing up and looking around. "Well, if you're suuuure that you aren't hiding a sex dungeon or anything, you won't mind me checking out your room?" He raised an eyebrow. He wasn't really interested in inspecting the guy's threadcount on his sheets or anything creepy like that, El was just curious what the rest of the suite was like.

Jonah blushed slightly at the mention of a sex dungeon, more out of shock than anything. "Damn, you caught me. I've actually converted my bedroom into my own BDSM playpen with a built in cage under my bed." He said, standing up as well to shake out his legs and give him something to do. "But if you're that curious, go ahead and be my guest." He gestured to the bedroom practically telling Elliot to lead the way. Actually, his bedroom was fairly normal. A little messy but more like lived in with posters of bands and (don't judge him) animals taped to the wall and some issues of National Geographic scattered on the floor. It was pretty unimpressive.

Elliot tried to suppress a laugh as the tips of Jonah's ears turned pink. "Aw man, now you're just getting my hopes up, Ellis. BDSM playpen's all I've ever wanted." Elliot joked back. He shot another smile at Jonah as he made his way over to the guy's bedroom. With a slight flourish, El pushed the door in and followed suit. It was a bit disappointing, although it was true that the other had been at the school for less than a month. The animal posters made up for it, however. He sat on the edge of the bed after a short inspection, smiling back at Jonah.

Jonah knew he wasn't fooling anyone with hiding his blush, but shook it off and followed behind Elliot as he entered his room. He seemed overall unimpressed with the lack of interesting personality. He couldn't blame him, it was pretty substandard. "I'm a little disappointed, I was convinced you'd start snooping through my closets and drawers in search of something juicy." He teased as he joined Elliot on the bed and slid in close to him.

"Should I take that as an invitation?" He had been trying to show a bit if self restraint, but those posters on the walls just weren't satisfying his snooping hunger. Elliot flipped around onto his stomach, lying on the bed beside Jonah. It only took him a few moments to rifle through the bedside book case. With a triumphant shout, Elliot withdrew Jonah's high school yearbook and quickly began flipping through the pages.

Jonah watched Elliot curiously as he began going through his bookshelf. Unless his friend was about to begin criticizing his taste in literature, he really didn't think that would be too interesting either. Until it suddenly became very, very traumatic. "Aw fuck, not the yearbook." But yes, it was Jonah's high school yearbook with his stupid face plastered all over the place. "Alright then, open it up, see what you get." Which was actually quite a bit. He'd done pretty much everything he could get his hands on, from debate and NHS to swim and drama. That was on top of all the candid photos of him at school events, painted head to toe in school colors, or just randomly being an idiot. Then there was his senior photo with his stupid haircut. Yeah, no, he was blushing again he was sure.

Elliot's grin grew as he picked out Jonah in the crowded club photos. He tried to restrain his giggles for Jonah's sake, but they came out all the same. There was something so adorable about seeing this vulnerability in Jonah's past. Elliot was soon flipping through the rows of students, scanning the names with a finger down the page. When he finally arrived at Jonah's senior photo, he couldn't resist. "Oh my god, you were such a nerd!" He stayed on that page for at least a minute, unable to stop laughing now and hoping he wasn't insulting the other too much.

Jonah rolled his eyes and made a gesture with his hand, "Okay, go on, keep it coming." He knew Elliot was getting a kick out of this, so he's live through the cringe attacks that came with remembering his high school days. "I know, I know. You know what, how about next time we go through your senior year book? Then we'll see who'll be the one laughing."

He found the rest Jonah's photos with ease, chortling at them each time. Especially the speech and debate tournament where Jonah had slicked his hair all back and still managed to place. "Christ man, is there anything in school you didn't do?.. Gladly, I'll still be the one laughing because my yearbook's fucking gorgeous." Elliot tipped his head with a grin before sobering up a bit. "Nah, actually, I spent so much time in the hospital that year I think I'm barely in it."

Jonah winced particularly heavily at the picture from his debate tournament. On one hand, it did make him look good to Elliot for being such a winner. On the other, that fucking hair gel. He laughed at the comment and shrugged. "What can I say, I was an active kid. Anything to keep me from going home." He noticed the slight change in demeanor and shot the guy a curious look. "I'm sorry to hear that. Were you sick or something?" He seemed pretty good and healthy now so he assumed whatever it was he'd gotten over it.

"Ain't that the truth." Elliot nodded, having spent an equal if less productive and college application worthy amount of time outside the house. He paused again and held Jonah's glance. Being at Roselle for so long, he had grown accustom to people just knowing about his prosthesis by word of mouth. For a moment he debated just saying he had mono. "Uh.. I had my part of my leg amputated?" He told the Dom simply. "I wear a prosthetic leg.."

Jonah had never felt more like an idiot than he had at that moment. "Oh. You can't even tell." Strike that, after that glorious response now he felt even more like an idiot. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, it was rude of me." He quickly added, trying to back-peddle out of the whole he just dug himself into. "I understand that I just brought this conversation to a really awkward place so if you wanted to change topics..."

Elliot shook his head, dismissing Jonah's apologies. "It's cool, you didn't know." Great, they had been having a good time and now it was going to completely devolve into this uncomfortable silence. He tried to smile reassuringly- he really offended or anything, this had to happen sometime. "It's okay, man. I'm fine. Here," Elliot reached down and tugged up the cuff of his jeans, exposing the metal rod of his prosthesis. "It'll only be awkward if we completely ignore it. Now, you can ask me any questions and we'll try to remedy this situation."

Jonah was still berating himself for acting like a moron when Elliot, thankfully, tried to save the situation for him by just confronting it. That was actually pretty smart, another reason to like the guy. Unfortunately, the only thing coming to his mind was this fact the vet told him about how when animals got amputations that had to have the whole limb removed, not partial amputations like humans. But this didn't feel like a good time to break out any of his animal wonders facts, so he tried to be a normal person instead. "How'd it happen?

Elliot had expected that one first. It was easily the first question on people's minds (and whether he had sex with the leg on or off) and also one of the easiest to brush off by claiming some great adventure with sharks or kidnappers. The only thing that bother Elliot was that his this now had to become a focal point. "Uh, it was during a soccer game. I did a bicycle kick poorly and ended up shattering my tibia, and that got infected, so.. Not the most fun experience."

Jonah mentally winced imaging the incident, it must have hurt like a bitch. He almost said that too, but refrained. See, he was learning. To be honest he really didn't have many questions past that. The great mystery of how he lost his leg was solved, and everything else seemed to only matter in the past. So he asked one more relevant to the present. "Does it bother you, having to explain this to me?" He asked, motioning towards the leg. "I know you're trying to avoid awkwardness, but let's be real, you could have lied and I never would have known the difference."

Elliot rolled his jeans back down after a moment, smoothing them out and flipping through the yearbook again. "How do you know I was telling the truth?" He raised his eyebrow at Jonah, joking even though it was pretty obvious he had told the truth. "It doesn't.. bother me in itself. But it's kind of difficult knowing that, like, I have to have this conversation with basically all of my friends at some point.. I don't want you to get freaked out later." Elliot shrugged. It was awkward, but he stood by the fact that it was less awkward than Jonah encountering him hopping around at the next swim practice.

Jonah had to agree with that. "Hm, I don't technically, but you could have been lying about anything you've told me over the course of our friendship. I like to think that the people I befriend are honest people." Whether that was true or not he wouldn't really know either, but it was easier deluding yourself than finding out the truth sometimes. "It's a stupid thing for people to freak out over. My own stupid reaction included. It's your leg. And now I know, so it's done. So now you can keep making fun of my teenage self."

Elliot: Elliot shrugged again. It was the truth, he could've said a lion had mistaken him for a piece of teriyaki chicken but he hadn't, so whatever. "I'm an honest people." He offered a slight smile to Jonah before adding. "Really, it's okay." Elliot glanced down for more opportunities to ridicule Jonah's prepubescent self. He paused at the swim team pictures, his eyes glued to Jonah and the slightly too tight speedos for a little longer than necessary before Elliot became self aware and flipped the page again. "You were in the drama club? Adorable."

Jonah chuckled a little bit and leaned back against the headboard, waiting for more criticism about his high school self to come from Elliot. He didn't have to wait long. "Rehearsals all night and people taking their clothes off backstage for quick changes? I didn't see a downside to that one." Until it conflicted with another club, but he always made it work. He'd been an overachiever like that. Thankfully he'd chilled out a bit since then. "You know, keep calling me adorable and I'll start to think you're confusing me with a stuffed animal."

Elliot: let himself fall back onto the bed and then rolled over onto his stomach as he perused the book."I didn't say there was a downside. Maybe I should've done more then just make out on the auditorium catwalk in high school. " He propped a his chin up on his hand and batted his eyelashes at the Dominant. "Sorry, can I borrow your monogrammed thesaurus and find some synonyms for 'literal teddy bear'" Elliot rolled his eyes, grinning at the end to hopefully not come as rude.

Jonah laughed at that and shook his head. "No way, making out on the catwalk is like a right of passage. Once you've reached that level everything else is small change." He rolled his eyes at Elliot's attempt at flattery. "I am not a literal teddy bear. I'm nowhere near warm, soft or fuzzy enough. Could you imagine though? I'd be the best cuddler in the world!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air for emphasis. Then he came back down to Earth and added with a sly grin. "I'm already pretty damn good if I do say so myself.

Elliot: "Definitely. I've been there and can testify that getting it on under the bleachers never quite compared." Elliot shook his head and laughed with Jonah. Was supreme cuddler really something worth bragging about? Jonah seemed to be into the whole close proximity prolonged interlocking hugging, anyway. "I'll take your word for that, man."

Jonah raised an eyebrow at that. "Were you really getting it on under the bleachers? I know that's supposed to be some stupid high school cliche, but I still never saw it as appealing to hook up on fake grass under a metal death trap waiting to happen." Though for all he knew Elliot was just making another joke, he did that a lot. He liked it though, he appreciated sarcastic humor as much as he appreciated any sort of humor.

Elliot: "Well not full on fucking but making out, yeah. I've been known to indulge in the occasional cliche." He admitted easily and set aside the yearbook now that he had gotten his fill of embarrassing Jonah pictures. Pushing himself up with a his chin resting in the palm of his hand, Elliot mirrored Jonah in raising his own eyebrow. "Metal death traps, huh? Did you have some deep traumatic incident with bleachers?"

Jonah "The occasional cliche isn't so bad." He teased as he watched Elliot set aside the yearbook. Thank goodness for that. Though, maybe he shouldn't have spent the afternoon letting someone else see his awkward phase. At least it wasn't middle school. At the question, he looked down and rubbed the back of his head. "Something like that. I think one of my earliest human memories was falling through the gap between the bleachers at some event I can't even remember anymore. Haven't been fond of being under them since."

Elliot: "Geez, man. I don't blame you for not making out under them, then. There's nothing exceptional about it either except for the bragging rights. " Elliot reassured him. All the deep dark secrets were coming out tonight, huh. He could have coerced Jonah into giving up his bleacher-ginity, but oh well, he was sure another opportunity would arise. "So I heard you're joining swim team?"

#para #p:er

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