almostwenttoeton: Draco? purebloodsexgod: Hello, Justin. almostwenttoeton: Hello. :) almostwenttoeton: Look, I just wanted to say thankyou for taking the time to come visit earlier, and spending some time with me. It was most enjoyable. And I mean all the time - not just the making out. Although that was obviously good as well. purebloodsexgod: Well, I should hope so. I had a lovely time as well. Quite different from any other experiences I've had. almostwenttoeton: I'm glad. You are worth getting to know. Despite my obvious nervousness. purebloodsexgod: Yes, I could tell. (blush) almostwenttoeton: Erm. Ah. Sorry about that. I just wanted things to go well, and I wanted to impress you, and I guess I got a tad carried away. I'm not exactly used to having visitors. purebloodsexgod: Nor am I used to being one, but you did a respectable job, Justin. almostwenttoeton: Thankyou. I have to head off and do some study in the Library, and probably frighten the rest of the student body with the disturbingly large smile on my face, so if you need me, you know where to find me, Daco. purebloodsexgod: Of course. I'll see you soon. almostwenttoeton: *smiles* Till then. Session Close (purebloodsexgod): Thu Jul 18 07:03:11 2002 Session Start (AIM - almostwenttoeton:purebloodsexgod): Thu Jul 18 11:52:09 2002 almostwenttoeton: ((so, how do you want to do this?)) purebloodsexgod: ((doesn't matter to me, actually)) almostwenttoeton: ((okay. i'll just rp the way I would normally over AIM, and if you want to change it, that's okay ^^)) almostwenttoeton: Justin bustled into the private room, sliding open the doorm to allow the other to follow behind him, his eyes quickly scanning the place. He had cleaned this morning, but there was always that little niggling doubt in his mind that it couldn't be - and never would be enough. Turning to the other young man, he stood awkwardly at the desk, crossed his arms, and uncrossed them just as quickly. purebloodsexgod: Draco wasn't quite the type to be intimidated by having tea with someone - at least that was what he was telling himself, but in reality, he was more than a little nervous. almostwenttoeton: "I'm afraid there aren't any chairs, really, and I didn't know how you liked your tea." He gestured to the platter on the desk, complete with cups and saucers, milk and sugar. "I could go and get us some biscuits from the common room, if you want." purebloodsexgod: "No, er, actually I'm all right." Draco actually felt kind of sick to his stomach. "I only take it with lemon..." almostwenttoeton: Justin looked at the tea. Then he looked at Draco. He sighed. "Oh, sod this," he muttered, and grabbed Draco's hand, tugging him towards the bed and sitting Draco down, before settling himself between Draco's legs, pulling the other boy's arms around his waist. "I don't care about the dratted tea, I'm afraid.", he said, leaning back against Draco's chest. " I just wanted to spent time with you." purebloodsexgod: Draco closed his eyes. "See, I knew that once this hit you you'd be deleriously happy and more than a little drippy, Justin." almostwenttoeton: Justin laughed softly. "Oh, believe me", he murmured, gently stroking Draco's hand, "the nagging self doubt has hit me quite fiercely. I was very tempted to tell you to 'fuck off' when you dropped by." purebloodsexgod: "You're lying. I don't think you would ever do that." His face twisted; half-smile. almostwenttoeton: Justin brought one of Draco's hands up to his mouth, and kissed the back of the palm. "I wouldn't go through with it. But, oh, part of me wanted to." He shifted slightly, so he could look at Draco, and let one hand drift down Draco's back and onto the bedsheets. "I knew that I'd hate myself for it, though." purebloodsexgod: "Not to mention that I'd hate you," Draco said softly, "which I really, at this point, do not want to do." almostwenttoeton: Justin smiled, and let one finger trace the curve of Draco's jaw. "Oh, good. Because I don't want you to hate me either. Far from it." He nestled against the other boy's frame to an extent, careful not to be too clingy. "Now, how was your day?" purebloodsexgod: Draco opened one eye. "Just another slog through the primordial sludge that makes up the better part of this school." He allowed himself to enjoy the sensation. "How was yours?" almostwenttoeton: Justin paused for a moment to consider things. "Oh, the usual display of gossip, innuendo and people terrified they might fail. I saw Flint virtually chew you out on the school journal." purebloodsexgod: "I came up with the bloody roster, didn't I?" Draco paused. "After, well, a bit of prodding, but there are more important things than Quidditch." almostwenttoeton: Justin curled one hand up Draco's back, gently stroking the skin of his neck, and looking at the other blond, an eyebrow raised. "Yes? And this from the person who virtually foams at the mouth when a chance to win the Quidditch Ciup comes along." purebloodsexgod: "I said their were more imortant things," Draco said loftily, "I didn't say that I'd ever experienced them." almostwenttoeton: Justin grinned at the other boy's words, and shifted his body around so he could gaze into Draco's eyes. "Oh, we're going to have to change that then," he murmured, grabbing a pillow from his bed and lightly boofing Draco over the head with it. purebloodsexgod: Draco grinned and replyed calmly "Flint won't like you taking my mind off of Quidditch, you know." almostwenttoeton: "Oh, I take your mind of Quidditch?" Justin resisted the temptation to smirk. "Why, Mister Malfoy, that's quite an honour." He then rolled his eyes, wrapping both arms around Draco's chest. "Although, if you follow the journals, it seems people believe the only thing that's distracting you right now is Harry," and he snorted. purebloodsexgod: Draco snorted. "We'll have to set them straight, then. Potter is the furthest - and I mean the furthest - thing from my mind." almostwenttoeton: "You'll have to set them straight," Justin agreed, nodding. Having no contact officially with you, I have no idea what you get up to, of course," he added with a smile. "And I'm so glad you've got more interesting things to think of than Harry," he teased. purebloodsexgod: "You're more interesting than Harry," Draco pointed out. "Hell, a shiny pair of chopsticks is really more interesting than Harry." almostwenttoeton: Justin shuddered. "Do you know he hit on me? Horrible experience." purebloodsexgod: "I can imagine, certainly." Draco leaned back lazily. almostwenttoeton: "Not that I have anything against him, exactly. It's just, well, he's not you." Justin stated, and ran his fingers through his hair. Session Close (purebloodsexgod): Thu Jul 18 13:04:39 2002 Session Start (AIM - almostwenttoeton:purebloodsexgod): Thu Jul 18 16:30:30 2002 almostwenttoeton: Draco? purebloodsexgod: Hello, Justin. almostwenttoeton: Hello. Look. Ron's started making suggestive comments about the fact he suspects something's going on between us, and my stonewalling has only made him assure me that he "won't tell anybody" and I don't exactly know what to do. purebloodsexgod: It's Weasley. He isn't exactly stable, if you haven't noticed. almostwenttoeton: Well. Yes. Quite. But he also isn't exactly looking for gossip. If he suspects, god knows what some of the rumourmongers might think. purebloodsexgod: After having my name linked with Potter's in all the rumours over the past several weeks, I could do worse than been seen with you, you know. almostwenttoeton: *laughs* Yes. But. Your father. I don't want you to get in trouble. And then there's my parents' reaction... purebloodsexgod: My father is too busy keeping after Bill Weasley. Which, by the way, is disgusting. almostwenttoeton: Yes. Quite. Pardon me, Draco, but I really don't like your father. purebloodsexgod: Nobody likes my father, I don't even like my father. almostwenttoeton: Oh good. I can slag him off to my heart's content then. purebloodsexgod: As for your parents, though... what would they do? almostwenttoeton: Send me a Howler. Yell at me for neglecting my familial responsibilities and blackening the family name. almostwenttoeton: Pull me out of Hogwarts, perhaps. purebloodsexgod: 'Blackening the family name.' I think you could do a bit worse than me. almostwenttoeton: Oh, in some ways they'd love you. purebloodsexgod: I don't want you to get in trouble because of me, but it isn't going to be possible to keep this a secret forever. almostwenttoeton: My father would admire your ambition, and your political acumen. God knows he'd probably try to push us both to run for Parliament or something. And Mother would love you because your aristocratic and you have a body that's irreisistible and thus is probably criminal in parts of Kent. almostwenttoeton: I don't want it to be a secret. God knows I don't. Session Close (purebloodsexgod): Thu Jul 18 17:00:55 2002 Session Start (AIM - almostwenttoeton:purebloodsexgod): Thu Jul 18 17:05:56 2002 almostwenttoeton: ...You don't want this to be a secret? You don't want me to be a secret? purebloodsexgod: It won't be for long, in a school this size. You know it won't. I don't see the point in... purebloodsexgod: No. I don't want you to be a secret. almostwenttoeton: I'm glad. almostwenttoeton: More than glad. But yes. I don't want you to be a secret either. God forbid. I can barely go about my day without people asking me what I've drunk to make me smile so. almostwenttoeton: As for my parents...I'll burn that bridge when I come to it. purebloodsexgod: i'm so glad you agree. I didn't want to be having to sneak off all the time... almostwenttoeton: Oh, please. If I manage to catch the most handsome and delightful man on campus, you don't think I'm going to show him off? ;) purebloodsexgod: ...Oh. I'm flattered. Likewise. almostwenttoeton: Not that you're some kind of prime beef cattle on parade (although I do like your meat). But. Erm. Yes. I'm not ashamed of you, and I'm not ashamed of us, and if my family has a problem, they can bloody well have a problem. purebloodsexgod: Oh, I'm very bloody sure my father will have a problem, even if it's only because I've got someone so young and gorgeous and he's stuck with my mum. almostwenttoeton: *blinks* You think I'm gorgeous? purebloodsexgod: I think you are more than gorgeous. I think you are perfectly ravishing. almostwenttoeton: I don't know whether to blush or stammer, and if you were here, I'd probably be doing both. Thank you. No-one's...no-one's ever said that to me before. No-one's ever said anything like that before. purebloodsexgod: Well, nobody has ever told be they were mine before, either. And yes. You are perfect. almostwenttoeton: I am yours. Always. And right now, I wish you were here, so I could thank you properly. purebloodsexgod: I wish I was there, too. And what exactly would 'thanking me properly' entail? :-> almostwenttoeton: Lots of snuggling. and kissing. And serious making out, I should imagine. You would probably also end up at some stage with your clothes somewhere not on your body, and I would be that stage be on my knees, I would think. :) purebloodsexgod: You never did tell me your other fantasies, Justin. Only the one about me loving you, and that one... almostwenttoeton: I don't remember them all. There were a lot. Three years worth of dreams. And the love..wasn't specific. It was more like a theme. Most of the fantasies involved us having some kind of sexual contact in various ways, or places. almostwenttoeton: I suppose I could get specific....if you wanted. ;) purebloodsexgod: I was just going to say that you've already got the love one. almostwenttoeton: I...I have? purebloodsexgod: Yes. almostwenttoeton: Wow. I mean. Wow. I don't know what to say. Well. I do. I love you more than anything, and you really should have told me that in person so I could properly thank you. Although I'll never be able to thank you enough for that. Wow. purebloodsexgod: I... didn't think I would have been able to say it in person. Yet, anyway. almostwenttoeton: That's. That's fine. I mean, I didn't expect you to say anything like it for ages. almostwenttoeton: So we're easily ahead of schedule. almostwenttoeton: Yes. purebloodsexgod: I love you. almostwenttoeton: Oh Merlin. I have never wanted you more in my entire life, and that's saying something. I love you too. As I've said. Can you tell I'm somewhat overwhelmed, or I am managing to hide it sucessfully? ;) *** You have been disconnected. Thu Jul 18 17:59:46 2002. Session Close (purebloodsexgod): Thu Jul 18 18:01:09 2002 Session Start (AIM - almostwenttoeton:purebloodsexgod): Thu Jul 18 18:06:44 2002 purebloodsexgod: No, but I do sense the fact that you're trying not to faint. almostwenttoeton: Just overwhelmed. A little stunned. And the size of the giddy smile on my face is probably enough to unhinge my jaw. purebloodsexgod: Do you want me to say it again? almostwenttoeton: It would be wonderful, but I don't need you to. purebloodsexgod: Well, I won't, then. ;) almostwenttoeton: I don't want to pressure into anything. God, the last thing I need is for you to get stubborn and dig your feet in. I know how stubborn you can get. ;) purebloodsexgod: Probably just about as stubborn as you. almostwenttoeton: Yes, we're probably well matched in that arena. ;) almostwenttoeton: We seem to be well matched in several ways. I must say, I'm quite lucky. *grins* purebloodsexgod: As am I. And enjoying every moment. almostwenttoeton: Well, perhaps not as much if I were with you right now. ;) But. Yes. *** purebloodsexgod signed off at Thu Jul 18 18:21:40 2002. *** purebloodsexgod signed on at Thu Jul 18 18:22:32 2002. purebloodsexgod: I believe I was asking about your fantasies. almostwenttoeton: There was one...it was the day of a Slytherin/Hufflepuff Quidditch match, and I went into the change rooms way early in the morning, and you were there. Naked, in the showers. And I watched you, mouth half open, aware of my own growing erection. almostwenttoeton: You don't see me, of course. Your back is facing me, and I get to see the water run over your shoulders, down your lightly toned back, and over the perfect cheeks of your arse, and I begin to touch myself. almostwenttoeton: And that's when you turn and see me there. And you smirk, and I go instantly hard. "Admiring the view?", you ask, and I can do little more than nod, dumbly. purebloodsexgod: *closes eyes* You should have told me this ... so much sooner. almostwenttoeton: I was in fourth year at the time, Draco. I didn't think...I thought I was too young.