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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Mid-Afternoon

[Subtitle:The Part of Marshall Wheeler Will Now Be Played By Sidney Crosby]

Marshall flopped down on the couch in front of the television, grabbing the remote and hitting play. It was time to watch, dissect, and criticise last night's game!

Not that his coach hadn't already reamed him out for that stupid, stupid play in the third period that almost lost them the game, but when you were the captain and star player, you carried that responsibility. No matter what secrets you were carrying, no matter what was weighing on your mind.

No matter how hard it was to keep your eyes off your teammates in the showers.

But! Now was not the time to think about that. Now was the time to sit down, watch last night's first period, and think about how awesome he'd been.

[Like this will surprise anyone. I thought about using hockey icons from Score!, but I couldn't resist recasting as Crosby. ;) ]

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Secrets must be going around because Percy had a few of his own. Did they line up with Marshall's secrets? Well, it wouldn't be a secret if he told. His secrets had led to him being cast out of his very well to do family and being cut off from everyone and everything he'd once loved.

He'd turned to crime, to the streets and found a good albeit rough living there. He'd done amazingly awful things but he was alive and he was determined to be stronger when he went back and killed his entire family. Soon, though, soon.

Percy was plotting now, biding his time, and trying to find people easily manipulated to his will. He could use them and then drop them. It worked. That was how he worked now.

He came into the common room and his eyes fell on the other boy there. He brushed him off at first and went to find something to eat. Food had always been scarce on...THE STREETS<>/b>.

"There's some good chicken salad in there," Marshall suggested, without looking up from his game. "Or, I dunno, probably some ice cream or something."

Not looking up meant not seeing if whoever it was was a cute boy.

[and I am on SP now; I've been asked to sit with my grandmother for a while, as she's not well.]

"...thanks," Percy said slowly, not really used to people being that nice. The streets were a rough place, man. Rough and tumble and full of bad people.

LIKE HIM.

"You make this?" he asked, holding up the container. "Not gonna make me sick, is it?"

[Not a worry! I'll be around all day!]

"I don't think so," Marshall explained, "unless it's gone bad since I bought it last night."

He glanced over his shoulder, just quickly before turning back, a mantra of 'Don't look, don't look' running through his head. I didn't notice anything, Marshall swore at himself. No looking at boys, that was his motto. That way lay bad things. Bad thoughts.

"Good. Wouldn't wanna make myself sick and then have to take it out on you, would I?" he asked, laughing at that even if he was deadly serious. He'd learned the hard way that he had to make people afraid of him to get respect.

His parents had damaged him so badly. He would always blame them.

But, for now, he was taking the chicken salad and finding a place to sit. His eyes fell on the other boy for a longer appraisal. "Who're you? Never seen you before."

Dude, Marshall regularly knocked out guys bigger than him for looking at him wrong on the ice. It would take more than that to make him afraid.

"Marshall Wheeler. I guess you don't follow hockey around here, huh?" He was kind of a Big Thing, after all. He looked at the other guy a little oddly. "Or, y'know, any kind of sports?"

"I'm a little bit busy for that sort of thing," Percy said, almost scoffing at the thought of watching sports when he had so many other things to do.

His parents, his parents had caused this shift in attitude, given birth to this sociopathic person. They were forever to blame!

"I would say what's hockey but I'm not that dumb and I don't want you to lecture me about it," he added, shaking his head. "That your thing? Hockey?"

Percy gave him another long look over.

"I can see it."

At the long look over, something in the back of Marshall's brain started panicking. Is he checking me out? he thought. Can he tell somehow? Does he know? Wait, does that mean he's- No! No! Stop thinking about that!

A few moments later, Marshall realised he was staring and stammered, "Uh, uh, yeah, it's my thing. Team captain and everything, already got a scholarship and stuff."

As long as they never found out his TERRIBLE SECRET! No one would accept a gay hockey player!

There were SO MANY SECRETS in this room right now it was a wonder it didn't explode. That would have been even more drama than already was bursting around the island.

Percy smiled slightly at Marshall's stammering. He couldn't place why but he hoped he might be getting to the other guy. "Scholarship, eh?"

That wasn't Percy's thing. Not at all.

"That mean you're gonna go pro? Make friends with a bunch of guys in dirty jocks? I bet that'll be fun."

"I dunno. I want to play in college," Marshall explained, "but... it can't last forever, right? One to many concussions, or whatever. I don't know what else I'd do, though. Hockey's kind of it for me."

And his secret burning desire to know the touch of another man.

"Hockey's it for you?" Percy asked incredulously. He gave Marshall another look and shook his head, looking like he thought that was a sad, sad thing. "That's too bad. I bet you could be onto bigger and better things."

He paused ~~for dramatic effect~~ before leaning forward and smiling not very pleasantly.

"I could help you."

Marshall shrugged. "It's all I've ever really done. I've never really tried anything else."

He leaned back a little, only partly to keep Percy out of his personal space. "Help me how?"

"I've got my ways," Percy said, smirking at the way Marshall leaned away from him. "You curious? I've got a lot of connections and I've had a lot of fun lately but I could use someone with your...look."

"I..."

Marshall wasn't really sure which way was up right now. "I... I'm... I'm curious, yeah," he ~~overacted~~ replied. "What kind of fun?"

"What kinda fun do you want?" Percy asked almost silkily. It was a tone he used frequently on the streets to coerce those with less willpower into doing his bidding. It was how he became so well known and so feared by the street urchins.

His parents had made him into this. His parents! And he took that out onto everyone else whose came into contact with him.

"I can make it happen."

The silky shiver sent a chill, a thrill, down Marshall's spine. "I- I-"

No. He couldn't. He couldn't. If anyone found out- "If anyone found out, I'd be off the team!" he blurted. "And if I can't play, my scholarship's gone, and my chance to go to college!"

There was the opening that Percy needed and he intended to press his advantage figuratively, at least. Perhaps literally, he'd do some pressing too.

Mwahahaha -- ahem.

"Found out what?" Percy asked, trying to sound like he was concerned. He could look and sound the part. "What are you hiding? I won't tell a soul."

Marshall shook his head. "I can't," he insisted. "I promised myself I'd never- I'd never-"

His eyes darted around the common room, making absolutely certain there was no one else around. "That I'd never," he continued, dropping his voice, almost whispering, "tell anyone. That I..."

Marshall couldn't say it. (Or he'd forgotten his line.)

Percy knew there were several things he could do right now. He just had to pick the one that would make this guy crack as he so obviously wanted to do.

Percy leaned forward again, looking open and honest and vulnerable. It was a look he'd perfected. He knew how he looked when he looked like this. He smiled just a little at Marshall.

"Tell me," he asked, dropping his voice. "I bet I've been there. I can help. I can give you whatever you want."

"That I..." Marshall repeated, leaning in. "That I..."

His eyes flicked down, ~~in a moment of actual acting,~~ to Percy's lips, as Marshall leaned in just a little further, unable to take that last step himself. His eyes flicked down again, looked longer, before coming back up to meet Percy's.

Percy hadn't missed where Marshall's eyes had gone. No, he had not and he was pretty damn sure he knew what secret Marshall was hiding. He smiled again but this time it was more mischievous and knowing.

"You wanna do something right now?" he asked, voice almost teasing now. He could tease and entice and see where that got him. "I bet you do. Why don't you do it?"

Maybe if he didn't say the words, it didn't count, right? If he didn't say... those words.

So Marshall leaned in just that little bit further, slow enough that Percy, if he wanted to, had more than enough time to move away from the kiss.

But why would Percy want to move away? He'd done this before, he knew how to do this extremely well and he liked doing things like this. He wasn't a rookie even if poor Marshall was.

So, he didn't move away at all. He tilted his head the slightest bit and smiled, trying to look encouraging even if he was mentally celebrating inside for hooking another young one.

The smile, the encouraging look, spurred Marshall on as he closed his lips to Percy's, electricity sparking through his body -- figuratively, thankfully -- as he kissed another boy for the first time.

After a moment, he pulled away, gasping. "That was-" he started. "That- I don't even- I can't believe I did that."

At that, Percy smiled. Even if he'd done that before, getting kissed like that was always going to feel good. And knowing that Marshall was so young and pure made it even better.

"Why can't you believe it?" he asked, taking a cue from Marshall and staring at Marshall's lips. He even licked his own lips to tease Marshall. "It felt good, didn't it?"

"I've never... Not with a guy," Marshall said. "I've done... stuff... with girls, and none of it's ever felt like that. That was just a kiss."

He paused.

"Can we do that again?"

"We can do whatever you want," Percy said, all smoothness and confidence now. He knew he had Marshall right where he wanted him and he intended to take full advantage of that.

"Kissing's a good start though," he said, nodding. "Great start. You want something? Take it. Don't be so..."

Percy leaned forward again and breathed, "Scared."

"Take it?" Marshall repeated wonderingly. "Maybe I can," he mused, before leaning back in himself to kiss Percy again, this time a little deeper.

At this point, Marshall would probably do anything Percy asked. Don't suppose you have a nice private place to go, Percy?

Oh, Percy had a place to go. He had a nice, single room with a big bed and a door that closed. He had all kinds of things in his drawers, in his wallet and in his pants...

...and he hadn't even meant that thought dirtily. Well, not at first. Now, he definitely did. He kept kissing Marshall's sweet, sweet lips for several long moments before pulling back enough to talk.

"Wanna go somewhere else?" he asked, smirking smugly. "I gotta room."

Marshall knew he should say 'no'. No was definitely the proper response.

But there was a whole new world just opened to him, and how could he pass that up?

"Let's go," he said, grinning. "It sounds like fun."

"Excellent," Percy said, pushing himself to his feet and grabbing for Marshall's hand. He would gladly help open up Marshall's new world for him and he'd have some fun of his own too.

And later, well, later there'd be other things but Percy would save those for later. Yes. For now, they were going to his room and they were staying there.

For awhile.

Edited 2011-09-11 02:14 (UTC)

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