hi all ! i got busy today so no replies but i have everything saved in my drafts for tmrw b4 i leave for dinner ! also im still wide open for plots for wes if anyone is interested !!
He was sat at his desk, laptop open, fingers tapping away with some form of anger. In grey sweats and an open plaid pyjama shirt, he was far too hot still, and was considering pulling his shirt off too, when the door opened.
“Max, I told you to take a run - it’s been ten minutes!” He said to his mentee angrily, turning in his seat to continue to berate the other. Only to be faced with someone smaller, fairer, and generally paler than Max. “Oh... can I help you, kid?”
needing to talk to his mentor, wes found that they had almost seemingly disappeared and he couldn’t find him anywhere. he wasn’t the type to rush around everywhere looking for someone because that always was a waste of time ending with the person always being in the last place you look which he didn’t have the energy for. he resigned to just asking around the other mentors to see if they’d seen them.
he didn’t know much about cole, other than the fact that he was a mentor which was good enough. he lightly knocked on the door before realizing it was unlocked, pushing it open to step in. wes took two steps into the room before cole barked at him without even turning to see who it was. obviously he’d mistaken him for someone else as he called him a completely different name. the dirty blonde stood there for a second, a bit caught off guard by the other snapping before remembering why he entered this man’s room. “ you’re.. cole right ? i was just looking for my mentor but apparently he’s got more important things to do like disappearing. “ wes shrugged, his voice dripping with disdain.
“Not boring.” Beau shook his head in discomfort at the place he had called home until recently. “Just not… full of sex stuff.” Not for him at least. He was supposed to be kept pure till his father married him to the first of many wives. Then he could start fucking… the wonders of a cult, he supposed.
“Not exactly.” Though his last few years there hadn’t been unlike a kidnapping, if he was speaking in full honesty. “My people were just religious. Intensely religious. If you were caught doing anything, it was grounds for expulsion.” And not only that: cut off from your family, you’d face public ridicule. He hadn’t ever dared risked it himself.
wes shifted his weight as he used his free hand to grasp onto the bookshelf beside him so he could push himself back up to standing. he felt a bit awkward sitting on the ground while the other student stood over him and he didn’t really plan on staying in the library much longer, especially with the foreplay of the two boys at the table graduating to something a bit louder. “ so boring. “ wes added in his usual deadpan tone as he crossed his arms over his chest, finger still holding his place in the book he was reading. “ ah, now that makes sense. “ he huffed as he started to understand the kids aversion to public displays and seemingly outward prudishness. having grown up in a rather small town with religious roots, he knew how some people could get when you didn’t follow their rules but definitely not to the same extent as this kid. “ small towns amiright ? “ wes sarcastically added.
His gaze whipped from the book spine he was reading toward the other boy as he sighed. It made him feel like he had disturbed the other, which perhaps he had… but no more than anyone else in the library, surely? He was certain only he and this boy were using the library for it’s intended purpose.
“Didn’t happen where I’m from.” He said, as if there was anywhere in the world other than here that allowed this behaviour. “Everything was closed doors and muffled, if you knew what was good for you.”
unfortunately the concept of a library hookup wasn’t unheard of for him. even back in high school when wes would be looking for a book, he’d always stumble upon at least one couple playing tonsil hockey in between the shelves. he himself had almost partaken in a afternoon romp behind the bookcases but he couldn’t go through with it which could of just been the fact that he was in high school. “ must be a pretty boring place. “ wes replied quickly, not trying to be insulting but just speaking his mind which could come off a bit bitter and rude. “ muffled ? now that just sounds like kidnapping. “ the dirty blonde raised a brow as he glanced up once again at the other kid who didn’t seem to be much older or younger than him at all but seemed so much younger just by his demeanor.
“Apparently not.” Beau shifted from foot to foot as he was confronted with the sight of the other. His voice was quiet and calm in tone, the southern twang unaffected by the nervous tremor it carried. He looked anxiously between the two bookshelves where Wes had settled himself.
“I came here to look for astronomy books and it’s happening here too.” His face blushed a vibrant red as he remembered what, exactly, it was everyone did at this place. “I’m pretty sure those two over there are groping each other under the table.” He tipped his head in the men’s directions, feeling and sounding scandalised.
wesley glanced up from his book, eyes quickly looking over the man standing close by before returning to the words on the page in front of him. he let out a long sigh as the kid kept talking but he couldn’t be a jerk about it especially since he’d initiated the conversation even if it was on accident. the dirty blonde closed the book over his pointer finger, saving his spot so he could look over in the direction of the couple at the table who’s hands were not in sight but definitely in use. “ its everywhere. “ wes rolled his eyes. it was like around every corner was another couple publicly groping for everyone to see, it was definitely an adjustment. “ sounds about right. apparently rooms just aren’t good enough anymore. “
“christ is there no place to get some quiet here ? “ wesley snapped in a low tone as his eyes stayed trained on the page before him. currently rereading howl, he was trying to actually gain some perspective on the writing but was only distracted once again as a figure hovered over him. normally wes would of stayed in his room but there wasn’t any privacy there either. it was hard to find any semblance of peace and quiet at preston but then again it was a military academy and not a library.
did you see [ wesley ‘wes’ spencer ]? i think he looks just like [ austin abrams ]. i heard he is [ nineteen ] years old and is known as [ the blacksheep ] around preston. rumor has it that his mentor is [ any fc ]. he is coming to preston [ to fufill a promise to himself ].
wesley grew up in a single parent home bc his father split after one month of being a dad. his mom took on both roles but his dad leaving affected her self esteem so she dated a slew of jerks and lowlifes throughout all of his childhood.
wesley started getting in trouble with the police in highschool, skipping school, getting into fights at said school. his mother didn’t bother to ask what was going on because if she did she’d know that he was basically getting jumped at school every day just for the accusation of being gay which had been spread around like wild fire. he defended himself every time but every time he was the one suspended and sometimes even arrested. by the middle of his senior year wesley was kicked out due to the violence and attendance issues. his mother barely batted an eye when he told her he was expelled and told him to find a job because he couldn’t live there without paying rent now.
wesley left his mother, not wanting to live under her thumb after she barely really parented him or seemed to care at all. he decided to take his car and just drive anywhere, anywhere but the small town he was from. knowing there was a large possibility that his plans to just wander into the unknown could end up just an excursion he promised himself that if he didn’t find a place or job on his exploration within a year that he’d join preston military academy. it was like his safety school, something he didn’t exactly want but he knows would be good for him in the long wrong if it came down to it.
aesthetics: thick dark cable knit sweaters, old worn books, permanent eyebags, messy bed head, the smell of cologne left lingering behind hours after they’ve left, sudden disappearances and reappearances, avoidant sad eyes, dark moody expression, the sound of someone lighting a cigarette.
inspiration: jess mariano - gilmore girls, ryan atwood - the oc, bellamy blake - the 100, angel - buffy & jessica jones - jessica jones.
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