Foul Bachelor Frog Campfire, Sunday Afternoon

[lockestheway]

It was Peter's birthday tomorrow, and his parents hadn't even called yet.

Which was fine. He didn't need the old coots anyway. Maybe he'd hear from them tomorrow? In fact, not having to deal with his parents at all meant that he'd gotten his essay for the week finished far ahead of schedule, leaving him time to... well, research the next essay.

Mostly.

Still, after a week of being locked inside because of the cold, he supposed he could take his desk outside with him now that the weather was nice and mild.

Which was where he was working now, fingers flying over the holographic display. Just don't expect him to light the fire.

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[dollpocalypse]

Just know that this was going to give him nightmares, Tony. IT WAS ON YOU WHEN HE WOKE UP SCREAMING.

"What, and you can't do that alone? Like, efficiently?"

...No, Topher, you really couldn't.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Sex?" Was Topher being serious? Tony couldn't tell and was concerned about this!

[dollpocalypse]

Topher shuddered. It was the nomenclature that set off his cringe alarm.

"Not -- that that," he explained. "The, you know, the other thing."

HE WAS SO CHALLENGED.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony sighed. "Jerking off? That's, like, when you can't actually have sex, you know."

HE KNEW. HE WAS 16 AND MALE.

[dollpocalypse]

"Not always!" Topher protested. In a whine, because that was his style. "It's a personal preference!"

Don't hate!

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh." And weird. "Have you thought about finding someone to talk to about this stuff?"

SAID THE GUY WHO SUBLIMATED HIS GRIEF OVER HIS FATHER'S DEATH INTO CRIME FIGHTING.

[dollpocalypse]

And that just confused him.

"What? No! Why?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Because it's a little... different."

[dollpocalypse]

Topher waved a hand impatiently. "From...?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Normal?" Don't make him send you porn, Topher. Well... more porn.

[dollpocalypse]

"So?" Topher shrugged. "I'm not normal. I'm a genius!"

In case Tony had forgotten. Or was too blinded by his social idiocy.

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Tony stared for a moment. "...if this is because you're gay, it's not that big a deal."

[dollpocalypse]

"I'm not -- ugh!" Topher stomped his foot. "I'm not gay!"

Although he was am L.A. blond and wore a lot of sweater vests. It was easy to make the mistake.

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"Are you sure?"

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"Yes!"

So very sure!
His voice squeaked as he elaborated, "Promise!"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Tony replied, giving him a look. "Because there's nothing wrong with that."

[dollpocalypse]

"I know!" he squeaked. "But I'm not!"

The squeaking probably wasn't helping matters.

"What, are you?!"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Not unless Stephanie has been hiding a lot from me."

[dollpocalypse]

Wait, wait, wait.

"You have a girlfriend?"

He sounded about as shocked as he would be if he had just found out that little spherical balls of liquid concrete were falling from the sky singing showtunes in Portuguese. Namely, lots.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Well, duh." Why was that so shocking? Damn it, had Topher been talking to Rhodey?a

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was so, so confused.

"But -- why?!"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Why am I dating her or why is she dating me?" Important distinction.

[dollpocalypse]

Well.

"Both!"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Because we like each other." Tony shot him a look. "Okay, you've had the talk, right? Because I'm not up for giving it to you."

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The talk.

The talk?

Topher was slightly confused, yup.

"Why does she like you!?"