it was bizarre, how wren was all made up, wearing his topman ensemble and designer perfume. after all, he already had an idea of how this encounter was going to go --- but he always believed he was a consistent guy, that regardless of where he was going, he just had to look presentable. perhaps stellan could take him with the slightest bit of seriousness ( even when wren was already doubting it ) and that they could for once, have a decent conversation that the british lad had been yearning for. this was the kind of conversation that wouldn’t lead to those sexual innuendos that has wren pinned against the wall, suddenly forgetting what he was about to say and eventually caving in to what the other wanted. stellan had that hold on him, and as much as he hated the idea of somebody having so much power over him, there was just something exhilarating about being desired. beyond the collar of his button-down is a fresh mark left from last night, a clear indication that he was no longer concealed in the comfort of the school library --- and that the nights of scattered books have been replaced with the nights of scattered clothing. but he knew that in spite of this { fatal } attraction, there was more to this boy --- way more to him that being the rich asshole that everybody else either loved or loved to hate. wren, an intellectual, was drawn to those of his kind, while he unintentionally didn’t mean to look down on those that just never met up to his standards.
the door flew open, snapping out of his pensive state to reveal the living reason for the many butterflies that fluttered in his stomach. he raised his hands in defense, signalling that some words had to be let out before they were overtaken by the sinful actions he had grown to love. “ it was a challenge not to pounce on stellan right there and then, especially with that smug look on his face, but wren had to show he still had some self-control in him ( or he could at least make that attempt ). he stepped inside the residential area, closing the door behind him as he recollected his thoughts. “ i didn’t come here to just fuck or . . . get fucked, “ he started, furrowing his eyebrows at that rather awkward pause, “ but i’d appreciate it if i actually knew who i’ve been hooking up with the past few weeks. “ who you willingly surrendered your virginity to, you mean ? “ stellan . . . before we met, i hardly heard one good thing about you. heck, my own family doesn’t even like you. so . . . while the night is still young, would it really hurt for us to sit and i don’t know --- have a normal conversation ? “ @subliminaljoys
