Post by Felix Sbarge on Jul 30, 2010 2:06:31 GMT -4
Felix was barely seated in his desk swivel chair, having laughed too much for stupid reason to keep his seating. He felt oddly giddy, even with the tight tired monster rearing behind his eyes. He yawned, stretched, stood from the chair, staggered a second, shaking his head in amusement at his own awkwardness. God was he that drained? Maybe he should go to sleep. His limbs left like lead anyway, and he was sweating, though why that was, after just taking a shower an hour ago, he didn't want to mention. Too much happening in the chat room to think about everything he'd said, to think about how many times he'd made a fool of himself and yet, that was what he lived for, especially when it was online and "far away."
But tonight, well, tonight was different. Just like the time he'd told Sieffre he'd bring him flowers and then ran through the storm to bring him flowers... It was like an awkward video-game. Like he wasn't himself , but was himself.
Felix yawned again, leaned his weight on the chair, felt it begin to give, and managed to keep from falling over. Barely. But after a few moments of textbook arm waving, he gave up and crashed onto the bed beside him, able to control his direction of fall. He lay half on the bed a moment, wondered whether he should put a shirt on, not certain his soon to be visitors would appreciate seeing him in Old Navy blue and yellow plaid flannel pj's. But it was better than no pants... Better than Tony's gift...
Which reminded them they hadn't been told yet... At least, glance back at the chat room screen and scrolling through his more than fuzzy memory, he didn't think they'd been told. He stuffed a fist into his pocket, closing his palm and fingers around the purple article of clothing. For the shortest flicker of time, barely a heartbeat, he envision putting it on. And then it was gone, along with a lot of his former giddiness and he found himself lucid enough to wonder what the hell he was doing sweating half dressed at one one thirty in the morning, slumped against his bed with his hand enclosed around a purple, semi-too-tight thong that was not only in his hand, but in his pocket. He had to question his sobriety.
He let himself sink to the floor, shaking his heat and decided he'd better clean up. Sure, some guys looked sexy with glistening sweat, but Felix Sbarge was not Edward Cullen, the sparkly heterosexual vampire. Felix Sbarge was the local homosexual pacifist instead. At least, pacifist counted as a mythical being in his mind at that moment in time. Again, he question his sobriety. Standing wasn't so hard the second time around and as he washed up in the bathroom, he wondered what the three of them would end up doing. Besides share in Azure's tea high. And boy did he need that right now... He stared dumbfounded at the sink drain, watching his giddiness swish away with the hot soapy water. He needed to get hold of himself. But if he did that, would they like the Felix underneath? He shrugged at his reflect, with deadpanned a stare at him. He really should have take that second shower...
"Just relax, okay? It's just two really beautiful women coming to your dorm. Nothing else." Which was far from convincing coming from his reflection, who knew nothing. He could handle them, but he hoped they could handle him. Sexy Irishman caught between one girl on a caffien high and another with more common snese. Yeah, he could go for that... But it was a good synomyn for "problem," much like "a threesome with cheerleaders." He sighed, deciding it was a good thing he liked the male gender. But still, like he'd said before, just becuase his ideal partner was male didn't mean his hated looking a females. But he was better that these thought and he knew it. He could handle himself with women easy.
He walked back to the main room, straightened a few things in his personal space, and with a last glance at the now deserted chat room, grabbed his guitar from under his bed, and proceeded to strum soft caressed chords as they formed in his head, waiting for the knock on his door.
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