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splitmemory2024-04-17 04:52 pm
crimsontyrant) wrote in splitmemory2024-04-17 04:52 pm
riddle/cater shenanigans
specifically (eyes emoji) that little psl about them staying at NRC during break hehe
A break. That... is probably something Riddle should have asked for sooner. His hold on Cater slips ever so slightly, enough that it causes a momentary panic to flutter in his chest again. His hands grasp at the other boy again, grabbing at his chest in an attempt to steady himself.
"H-- Hey... I'm..." Dizzy. Everything was catching up at once, hitting him like a truck due to all the exerted energy, the struggle he was trying to push down so far.
It's one movement, one push forward, and Riddle is collapsing against Cater, unable to hold himself up. Unable to even grasp at him to try and steady himself.
His body falls against the taller teen's weakly, like a rag doll. If Cater weren't fast enough, he'd end up collapsing onto the ice as a whole.
This will, probably, not teach Riddle not to push himself too hard.
"H-- Hey... I'm..." Dizzy. Everything was catching up at once, hitting him like a truck due to all the exerted energy, the struggle he was trying to push down so far.
It's one movement, one push forward, and Riddle is collapsing against Cater, unable to hold himself up. Unable to even grasp at him to try and steady himself.
His body falls against the taller teen's weakly, like a rag doll. If Cater weren't fast enough, he'd end up collapsing onto the ice as a whole.
This will, probably, not teach Riddle not to push himself too hard.
"W-Whoa--hey--"
Luckily, Cater does manage to catch Riddle, first as he slips, working to steady him, but then realizing that he's going down, loops his arms underneath the smaller teen's to keep him on his feet, cradled against him. He looks around in a panic, trying to figure out what to do. He's not weak, but it's still a lot of weight to keep in on himself when he's trying to keep them both upright on the ice
"Okay, um, stay with me." The sentiment seems almost more for himself as he carefully inches them both back to solid ground. If he wasn't wearing ice skates, he'd have just picked Riddle up completely. As it is, it feels like it takes ages to get back to the park bench to sit Riddle down, and he's definitely broken out into a sweat underneath his clothes.
"Riddle, are you okay? Tell me what happened."
Luckily, Cater does manage to catch Riddle, first as he slips, working to steady him, but then realizing that he's going down, loops his arms underneath the smaller teen's to keep him on his feet, cradled against him. He looks around in a panic, trying to figure out what to do. He's not weak, but it's still a lot of weight to keep in on himself when he's trying to keep them both upright on the ice
"Okay, um, stay with me." The sentiment seems almost more for himself as he carefully inches them both back to solid ground. If he wasn't wearing ice skates, he'd have just picked Riddle up completely. As it is, it feels like it takes ages to get back to the park bench to sit Riddle down, and he's definitely broken out into a sweat underneath his clothes.
"Riddle, are you okay? Tell me what happened."
It's impossible for Riddle to keep himself up, or to even focus on Cater's words. His hands grasp as tightly as they can against him, which... really wasn't much, his hold weak, staggering. Riddle's breathing comes out in heavy puffs, even as he's cradled against Cater.
The time in between his collapse and them managing to get to the park bench felt like ages.
His focus doesn't return even as he's sat down, his gaze hazy and unfocused. With a shaky hand, Riddle tugs off one of his gloves, before pressing his hand against his head, trying to steady his swirling vision. Why couldn't he handle it a little more? For just a little longer, to push down these feelings, to push himself a little harder? The day had been so perfect until he crumbled under his own weakness.
"I'm-- fine." Riddle finally manages out, even if that was obviously not the case. He can feel the frustration building, the tears stinging at his eyes, for even a second.
No, I don't want to be this weak. I want to--!!
His body was shaking, he could feel that much. His hand falls down to cover his mouth as he clears his throat. He avoids Cater's gaze completely, shoulders tense.
The time in between his collapse and them managing to get to the park bench felt like ages.
His focus doesn't return even as he's sat down, his gaze hazy and unfocused. With a shaky hand, Riddle tugs off one of his gloves, before pressing his hand against his head, trying to steady his swirling vision. Why couldn't he handle it a little more? For just a little longer, to push down these feelings, to push himself a little harder? The day had been so perfect until he crumbled under his own weakness.
"I'm-- fine." Riddle finally manages out, even if that was obviously not the case. He can feel the frustration building, the tears stinging at his eyes, for even a second.
No, I don't want to be this weak. I want to--!!
His body was shaking, he could feel that much. His hand falls down to cover his mouth as he clears his throat. He avoids Cater's gaze completely, shoulders tense.
Cater rubs his hands together to rid some of the chill from his palms before he presses one to Riddle's forehead. In his head, he sweats, an uncharacteristic frown falling over his face, brow pinched together. You're warm, he had said earlier. Now, he's realizing just how stupid he'd been. Completely blind to everything but his own ideas of how the day should go.
"You're not fine. You're burning up."
Had he been feeling sick all day? Is that why he hadn't had any appetite, earlier? Cater was glad, at least, that he'd convinced Riddle to eat, but they never should've gone out if he was feeling like this, especially not with it being so cold.
"You should be resting. Let's get you back to the dorm, okay?"
He hurries to start undoing those heavy skates from Riddle's feet. It'll be more comfortable, at least, not to feel like he has cement blocks weighing him down.
"You're not fine. You're burning up."
Had he been feeling sick all day? Is that why he hadn't had any appetite, earlier? Cater was glad, at least, that he'd convinced Riddle to eat, but they never should've gone out if he was feeling like this, especially not with it being so cold.
"You should be resting. Let's get you back to the dorm, okay?"
He hurries to start undoing those heavy skates from Riddle's feet. It'll be more comfortable, at least, not to feel like he has cement blocks weighing him down.
Damn it all. Riddle had hoped desperately, stupidly, to keep this hidden under lock and key. To avoid Cater finding out at all. If he had to find out how he'd been feeling, why couldn't it have been later, once they were already on their way back to Heartslabyul?
The hand against his forehead would be slapped away if he'd been able to react fast enough, to try in vain to avoid the inevitable.
"I don't need to rest--" Riddle snaps, but he can't actually bring himself to be all that harsh with Cater when it hit him so hard. He's unable to stop the other boy from undoing the skates. Even if he felt better in the next minute, he's sure he wouldn't be able to go back out there.
One of his hands, the one he'd taken the glove off of, reaches at Cater, trying to stop his hands for a second, to get him to pay attention to him.
"I don't want to go. If we do--"
"Today ends. I don't want that."
Even with their promised plans to come back out here another time during break, the words are choked out, in a whine that's all too childish coming from the Housewarden. How could he want today to end? When they'd been so close, when he felt so many new things in one day--...
It pisses him off to no end. Not at Cater, not at Cater at all.
The hand against his forehead would be slapped away if he'd been able to react fast enough, to try in vain to avoid the inevitable.
"I don't need to rest--" Riddle snaps, but he can't actually bring himself to be all that harsh with Cater when it hit him so hard. He's unable to stop the other boy from undoing the skates. Even if he felt better in the next minute, he's sure he wouldn't be able to go back out there.
One of his hands, the one he'd taken the glove off of, reaches at Cater, trying to stop his hands for a second, to get him to pay attention to him.
"I don't want to go. If we do--"
"Today ends. I don't want that."
Even with their promised plans to come back out here another time during break, the words are choked out, in a whine that's all too childish coming from the Housewarden. How could he want today to end? When they'd been so close, when he felt so many new things in one day--...
It pisses him off to no end. Not at Cater, not at Cater at all.
...oh.
Cater stops what he's doing to look up at Riddle, letting loose a huff. He doesn't smile, but his expression softens. Almost like a knight taking the hand of a royal, he takes that small, too warm hand in his own and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
"It's not over. When we get back home, I'll think of something else for us to do--so you can still have fun while you rest."
He didn't know exactly what, yet, but he didn't want Riddle to feel regret. He didn't want the day to end, either. Staying out here did neither of them any good, though. Once they were back on campus and Riddle was tucked away in bed, if he didn't fall asleep right away, Cater would figure something out.
Cater stops what he's doing to look up at Riddle, letting loose a huff. He doesn't smile, but his expression softens. Almost like a knight taking the hand of a royal, he takes that small, too warm hand in his own and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
"It's not over. When we get back home, I'll think of something else for us to do--so you can still have fun while you rest."
He didn't know exactly what, yet, but he didn't want Riddle to feel regret. He didn't want the day to end, either. Staying out here did neither of them any good, though. Once they were back on campus and Riddle was tucked away in bed, if he didn't fall asleep right away, Cater would figure something out.
It didn't have to end? Even when they went back, even...
The squeeze is what helps him calm down some, a small sniff audible from him as he tries his best to calm his emotions. A soft nod-- agreement, at last. There was no way that he could go on. He knew better than to try, so why...?
"..."
Holding that hand, Riddle stares down at Cater, almost as if he doesn't believe him.
"Promise me." He states, leaning forward towards the other boy. "Promise me that... those words aren't just to placate me."
The squeeze is what helps him calm down some, a small sniff audible from him as he tries his best to calm his emotions. A soft nod-- agreement, at last. There was no way that he could go on. He knew better than to try, so why...?
"..."
Holding that hand, Riddle stares down at Cater, almost as if he doesn't believe him.
"Promise me." He states, leaning forward towards the other boy. "Promise me that... those words aren't just to placate me."
It was cute--and if Cater wasn't so worried, he'd spend more time admiring Riddle in that pouting, insistent state. He doesn't pull his hand away from that grasp, leaning in so he can stare all the more directly back into Riddle's big eyes as he gives his answer.
"I promise," he says resolutely, putting his free hand over his heart. "On my Magicam account."
Truly, Cater Diamond could stake nothing higher. He finally grins.
"Now, my King, may I continue?"
"I promise," he says resolutely, putting his free hand over his heart. "On my Magicam account."
Truly, Cater Diamond could stake nothing higher. He finally grins.
"Now, my King, may I continue?"
The pouting Queen finally relents. His hand allows Cater's to slip free when he was ready to continue.
"Alright." Riddle breathes out a sigh, settling his hand back against the bench, trying to focus on the cold of the bench against his skin. It makes him shiver, shake, despite the intense warmth radiating from him.
Pulling back on his glove, Riddle then adjusts his scarf, pulling it up above his mouth. A soft cough can be heard, muffled by the fabric.
Seven, he looked pathetic. He could feel it.
"Alright." Riddle breathes out a sigh, settling his hand back against the bench, trying to focus on the cold of the bench against his skin. It makes him shiver, shake, despite the intense warmth radiating from him.
Pulling back on his glove, Riddle then adjusts his scarf, pulling it up above his mouth. A soft cough can be heard, muffled by the fabric.
Seven, he looked pathetic. He could feel it.
It's a bit of a journey, but Cater gets them from the park all the way back to the Heartslabyul dormitory. He carries Riddle on his back to the bus stop, and once they're seated he takes off his jacket to pull it around Riddle--even with his newer, warm clothes, Cater didn't feel like it was enough. He wanted to make sure that Riddle was as warm as possible to save off that fever.
From there, he carries Riddle the rest of the way, insisting that his housewarden stay off his feet as much as possible. It's helpful that there's no one around who can stop and gawk, not that anyone would really dare to get on Riddle's bad side.
He's pretty tired by the time he gets Riddle into his private dorm room, flushed face himself as he carefully deposits Riddle onto the bed.
"Alright," he breathes, "let's get you out of those shoes, first, so you can get comfortable."
From there, he carries Riddle the rest of the way, insisting that his housewarden stay off his feet as much as possible. It's helpful that there's no one around who can stop and gawk, not that anyone would really dare to get on Riddle's bad side.
He's pretty tired by the time he gets Riddle into his private dorm room, flushed face himself as he carefully deposits Riddle onto the bed.
"Alright," he breathes, "let's get you out of those shoes, first, so you can get comfortable."
Throughout the journey, Riddle finds it difficult to complain about their situation as he's carried on the taller boy's back, his arms lightly resting over his shoulders and his face pressing against one of his own arms. That's how they'd both know it was serious: Riddle couldn't bring himself to complain, no matter what Cater did.
Even when the jacket was pulled around him, even when Cater insisted on carrying him all the way back to their dorm building, there wasn't much Riddle could do in protest.
Set down onto the bed, Riddle nods weakly at Cater, feeling more and more ready to fall asleep then and there. His hands clutch at the jacket around him, pulling it tighter around himself.
"... I'll get... them off all the way in a second. You don't have to do everything." Riddle murmurs, pressing the toe of one of his heels against the back of the other, as if he could use the leverage to start shoving them off without much care. It... really wouldn't work, but at least he was trying?
Even when the jacket was pulled around him, even when Cater insisted on carrying him all the way back to their dorm building, there wasn't much Riddle could do in protest.
Set down onto the bed, Riddle nods weakly at Cater, feeling more and more ready to fall asleep then and there. His hands clutch at the jacket around him, pulling it tighter around himself.
"... I'll get... them off all the way in a second. You don't have to do everything." Riddle murmurs, pressing the toe of one of his heels against the back of the other, as if he could use the leverage to start shoving them off without much care. It... really wouldn't work, but at least he was trying?
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"It's alright. I can do this much more," Cater assures, reaching down to undo those heels and pull them off. Really, it was much better than Riddle getting himself even more exhausted trying to struggle his way through it. Putting those down at the foot of the bed, he considers the sick, tired housewarden as he tries to figure out just what to do, next.
"How about you take a nap, and once you're awake I'll have a full itinerary ready for the rest of the day?"
It would give Riddle some time to recover and himself some time to unpack everything that happened along with coming up with an actual gameplan to keep in line with his promise.
"How about you take a nap, and once you're awake I'll have a full itinerary ready for the rest of the day?"
It would give Riddle some time to recover and himself some time to unpack everything that happened along with coming up with an actual gameplan to keep in line with his promise.
This was embarrassing. Every aspect of it. Riddle wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole and never come out again. It felt like he'd ruined their day by not being more open about how he was doing, how he was feeling. Any self deprecating thoughts he had weren't forming all the way, anyways.
A soft nod - a hesitant hand, reaching out, before pulling back, grasping onto the fabric instead again.
"When you finish it... come join me...?" Riddle asks, as he shifts and moves to lay down, clearly not planning on removing any of the layers he had on, aside from the scarf and gloves, which he practically drops off the side of the bed as he squirms to lie down.
A soft nod - a hesitant hand, reaching out, before pulling back, grasping onto the fabric instead again.
"When you finish it... come join me...?" Riddle asks, as he shifts and moves to lay down, clearly not planning on removing any of the layers he had on, aside from the scarf and gloves, which he practically drops off the side of the bed as he squirms to lie down.
It's such a simple and sweet request that Cater can't help but chuckle. He's seen Riddle at some of his most vulnerable moments, both good and bad, but this...it was somehow so different. There's a sweetness to the way that Riddle's acting, in a helpless, too disoriented to move kind of way. Cater would suggest he get into pajamas, but...it'll be fine. He's in bed, that was good enough for now. If he was still out cold like this, later, Cater would at least make sure he got properly tucked in.
Cater stands, nodding. "Alright. I'll come back in a little while."
He didn't really think that Riddle would be wanting him to stay, once he actually got a bit more clear-headed, but checking in on him was the least that Cater could do. For now, he leaves the room, closing the door behind him so he can figure out his next move. They probably had everything they needed for a basic soup...Cater would get to work on that, pull up a recipe online so he could come back with a piping hot bowl and some tea.
As he's heading to the kitchen, Cater reaches up to run a hand through his hair, pausing as he feels the camilla there that he'd already forgotten about. Huh...he'd need to find a safe place for it.
Cater stands, nodding. "Alright. I'll come back in a little while."
He didn't really think that Riddle would be wanting him to stay, once he actually got a bit more clear-headed, but checking in on him was the least that Cater could do. For now, he leaves the room, closing the door behind him so he can figure out his next move. They probably had everything they needed for a basic soup...Cater would get to work on that, pull up a recipe online so he could come back with a piping hot bowl and some tea.
As he's heading to the kitchen, Cater reaches up to run a hand through his hair, pausing as he feels the camilla there that he'd already forgotten about. Huh...he'd need to find a safe place for it.
With the request agreed to, Riddle was able to drift off easily. Truthfully, he wasn't going to remember the request he made, having been so ready to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. The events of the day play in his mind as he lulls off to sleep, comforted by the familiar feeling of his bed, the familiar smell of his own room mixed with the light smell of Cater, coming from the jacket he held so close to himself.
He's not sure how long he's out for. Really, when he wakes up, Riddle barely even remembers the trip from the bus to the dorm building. He must've been really out of it--
Waking up, he's alone in his room, his face still burning so intensely. Squirming, he sits up to the best of his ability, breathing out a shaky sigh.
Carefully, he begins the process of getting some of the layers off. First, the jacket is rest beside him on the bed. Then, the cardigan is shed, followed by the sweater vest. His tie was also tugged away easily, the clothes all ending up in a pile on the ground. His uniform pants follow, leaving him in only his underwear and that button up shirt. It'd have to do for now. He's too exhausted to actually get up and go through the motions of changing.
Settling back down, he slowly pulls Cater's jacket to his chest, bunching it up to use as a sort of plushy.
What was today?
Cater treated him so kindly. The dumb comment he'd made in the beginning. The way he bought him clothes, hot cocoa-- sat with him in quiet there in the park. The looks they shared, the closeness, their hands clasped together. What kind of feeling... was this?
Oh, Seven, how he wished he didn't start to feel hot and bothered over something as simple as a day out. Maybe it was the jacket pressed so close to his chest, the warmth he already felt? Or, it was something else, creeping in to his feverish mind, forcing him to confront feelings he didn't realize were lurking under the surface?
Whatever it was, Riddle had completely forgotten about asking Cater to come join him.
Slowly, he unbuttons several of his shirt's buttons, leaving it open to help him cool down. Then, his underwear are shoved down and kicked off. It wasn't like Cater wouldn't knock first, if he did come to check on him. A careful hand comes up to his mouth. Panting softly, Riddle slips two of his fingers into his mouth. His other hand wanders down, palming at his arousal desperately. It doesn't take more than a moment before he finishes soaking his fingers as much as he's going to get them in his saliva, slipping them down between his legs. His other hand carefully presses the jacket against his lips (sorry, Cater, he'll wash it before giving it back), as his finger slowly pushed inside of himself.
A small needy whine escapes the small Housewarden as he shifts his finger inside of himself, not hesitating as he adds a second one.
"C-- Cater--"
Fuck, he needed to be quiet, didn't he? Thankfully that jacket was muffling a lot of it....
He's not sure how long he's out for. Really, when he wakes up, Riddle barely even remembers the trip from the bus to the dorm building. He must've been really out of it--
Waking up, he's alone in his room, his face still burning so intensely. Squirming, he sits up to the best of his ability, breathing out a shaky sigh.
Carefully, he begins the process of getting some of the layers off. First, the jacket is rest beside him on the bed. Then, the cardigan is shed, followed by the sweater vest. His tie was also tugged away easily, the clothes all ending up in a pile on the ground. His uniform pants follow, leaving him in only his underwear and that button up shirt. It'd have to do for now. He's too exhausted to actually get up and go through the motions of changing.
Settling back down, he slowly pulls Cater's jacket to his chest, bunching it up to use as a sort of plushy.
What was today?
Cater treated him so kindly. The dumb comment he'd made in the beginning. The way he bought him clothes, hot cocoa-- sat with him in quiet there in the park. The looks they shared, the closeness, their hands clasped together. What kind of feeling... was this?
Oh, Seven, how he wished he didn't start to feel hot and bothered over something as simple as a day out. Maybe it was the jacket pressed so close to his chest, the warmth he already felt? Or, it was something else, creeping in to his feverish mind, forcing him to confront feelings he didn't realize were lurking under the surface?
Whatever it was, Riddle had completely forgotten about asking Cater to come join him.
Slowly, he unbuttons several of his shirt's buttons, leaving it open to help him cool down. Then, his underwear are shoved down and kicked off. It wasn't like Cater wouldn't knock first, if he did come to check on him. A careful hand comes up to his mouth. Panting softly, Riddle slips two of his fingers into his mouth. His other hand wanders down, palming at his arousal desperately. It doesn't take more than a moment before he finishes soaking his fingers as much as he's going to get them in his saliva, slipping them down between his legs. His other hand carefully presses the jacket against his lips (sorry, Cater, he'll wash it before giving it back), as his finger slowly pushed inside of himself.
A small needy whine escapes the small Housewarden as he shifts his finger inside of himself, not hesitating as he adds a second one.
"C-- Cater--"
Fuck, he needed to be quiet, didn't he? Thankfully that jacket was muffling a lot of it....
Cater, himself, has kicked off his shoes and rid himself of any remaining outer layers, leaving him down to his pants and undershirt as he bustles around the kitchen, red camilla still tucked behind his ear. He keeps thinking about Riddle, the way that he looked in the park, the smile on his face as he took in the sights. It really was a shame that it had all been cut short, but Cater was still determined to make the most of the situation. He didn't want this to end up as a bad memory just because Riddle had gotten sick. It was a day that deserved to end in happiness just as it had begun.
It takes somewhere close to an hour, but he's got a tray set up with a bowl of vegetable soup and a steaming cup of tea for Riddle to dig into. He's just arriving at the door when he thinks he hears his name--Riddle must've heard him coming. Good, he was awake. Hopefully he had gotten a bit of sleep in the meantime.
Shifting the tray to one hand, he opens the door with the other--and completely freezes.
Immediately, his eyes widen. He's not sure what he's seeing. No, he knows exactly what he's seeing, and his voice catches in his throat. Cater finds himself at a complete loss, standing there with an increasingly fierce blush forming across his face as he completely stares. Should he turn away and close the door behind him? Yes, but he can't seem to move.
It takes somewhere close to an hour, but he's got a tray set up with a bowl of vegetable soup and a steaming cup of tea for Riddle to dig into. He's just arriving at the door when he thinks he hears his name--Riddle must've heard him coming. Good, he was awake. Hopefully he had gotten a bit of sleep in the meantime.
Shifting the tray to one hand, he opens the door with the other--and completely freezes.
Immediately, his eyes widen. He's not sure what he's seeing. No, he knows exactly what he's seeing, and his voice catches in his throat. Cater finds himself at a complete loss, standing there with an increasingly fierce blush forming across his face as he completely stares. Should he turn away and close the door behind him? Yes, but he can't seem to move.
The door opened. Without a knock to signal the arrival, without anything to warn Riddle before it happened. The moment the door opened, Riddle let out a small moan, his fingers curling inside of him in a way that made his hips twitch. That's when he heard the door open, the one noise he really really hadn't wanted to hear at all. His hand stills, his eyes widen, gaze quickly flitting to the door.
How the fuck do you explain being two knuckles deep in yourself, having just moaned someone's name, with their jacket pressed to your face-- to that very person?
Riddle's breath catches in his throat, as he stares at Cater, unable to figure out what he was supposed to do, feeling his face flush even further than it already was.
His fingers pull out when he finally comes to, grabbing his blanket and dragging it over himself, before burying his face in his free hand.
"You should KNOCK FIRST, Cater...!!!" The boy shouts, clearly trying to bury himself in anything he could grab.
How the fuck do you explain being two knuckles deep in yourself, having just moaned someone's name, with their jacket pressed to your face-- to that very person?
Riddle's breath catches in his throat, as he stares at Cater, unable to figure out what he was supposed to do, feeling his face flush even further than it already was.
His fingers pull out when he finally comes to, grabbing his blanket and dragging it over himself, before burying his face in his free hand.
"You should KNOCK FIRST, Cater...!!!" The boy shouts, clearly trying to bury himself in anything he could grab.
"Why would I knock when you asked me to come back and I said I would?!"
Cater's own voice takes on a higher, panicked pitch as he shrieks the explanation, feeling his heart beating hard. Okay, okay, okay. First thing's first: put the tray down before he drops hot liquid all over the floor. He takes a breath, putting it on the nearest flat surface with a slight clatter, and then...well, he has a choice to make, doesn't he?
Staring at that coiled bundle of blankets that hides one Riddle Rosehearts, Cater finds himself at a crossroads. Down one path, he can turn around, close the door behind him, and pretend like none of this had happened. Things would be undoubtedly awkward between them, but he's certain Riddle will follow his lead and let the whole thing be unspoken of if not forgotten. But then there's the other path. The one where he follows the pulse he can feel in his pants, the flush across his face that might be inspired by more than just embarrassment, and the red camilla still sitting in his hair.
Riddle will hear the sound of the door closing. And then, when it may have been reasonable to expect Cater had left, feel the soft pressure of a hand lightly touching the top of those blankets.
"Do you want me to leave, or do you want to let me in?"
And now, it was Riddle's turn to make that same choice.
Cater's own voice takes on a higher, panicked pitch as he shrieks the explanation, feeling his heart beating hard. Okay, okay, okay. First thing's first: put the tray down before he drops hot liquid all over the floor. He takes a breath, putting it on the nearest flat surface with a slight clatter, and then...well, he has a choice to make, doesn't he?
Staring at that coiled bundle of blankets that hides one Riddle Rosehearts, Cater finds himself at a crossroads. Down one path, he can turn around, close the door behind him, and pretend like none of this had happened. Things would be undoubtedly awkward between them, but he's certain Riddle will follow his lead and let the whole thing be unspoken of if not forgotten. But then there's the other path. The one where he follows the pulse he can feel in his pants, the flush across his face that might be inspired by more than just embarrassment, and the red camilla still sitting in his hair.
Riddle will hear the sound of the door closing. And then, when it may have been reasonable to expect Cater had left, feel the soft pressure of a hand lightly touching the top of those blankets.
"Do you want me to leave, or do you want to let me in?"
And now, it was Riddle's turn to make that same choice.
... Oh. Did he-- Did he ask Cater to come back?! Those shrieked words bring the fuzzy memory to mind. Immediately, a sinking feeling of dread hits. How could he have forgotten something as important as that before beginning to do something he'd never wanted to be caught doing?!
The small audible clatter of the tray causes him to take in a sharp breath under his safe bundle of blankets, where he'd never have to face the reality of this situation. Even when the door closes, Riddle doesn't move, needing the time to process what the fuck had just happened. What a stupid mistake he'd make. HIM, of all people! Oh, what the actual hell was he supposed to do about this?!
He expected Cater to be gone. The touch against the blanket makes Riddle gasp and flinch slightly, immediately pulling his hand back from his face to stare up at Cater.
His eyes are wide, in shock, staring long enough that it almost seems like he's not going to answer. What did Cater even mean--
Riddle wasn't stupid. He could guess.
"Let you in...?" The question is still murmured out, finally asked, repeated slowly from Cater's own question.
"Are you really that much of an idiot? What would we even be able to do? We don't have any lube. And-- and..." His eyes can't meet Cater's, no way, nope, not at all. He can feel his bottom lip shaking with nerves, his face burning with such a heavy flush.
The choice isn't made yet, but it's too clear what Riddle's thinking about.
The small audible clatter of the tray causes him to take in a sharp breath under his safe bundle of blankets, where he'd never have to face the reality of this situation. Even when the door closes, Riddle doesn't move, needing the time to process what the fuck had just happened. What a stupid mistake he'd make. HIM, of all people! Oh, what the actual hell was he supposed to do about this?!
He expected Cater to be gone. The touch against the blanket makes Riddle gasp and flinch slightly, immediately pulling his hand back from his face to stare up at Cater.
His eyes are wide, in shock, staring long enough that it almost seems like he's not going to answer. What did Cater even mean--
Riddle wasn't stupid. He could guess.
"Let you in...?" The question is still murmured out, finally asked, repeated slowly from Cater's own question.
"Are you really that much of an idiot? What would we even be able to do? We don't have any lube. And-- and..." His eyes can't meet Cater's, no way, nope, not at all. He can feel his bottom lip shaking with nerves, his face burning with such a heavy flush.
The choice isn't made yet, but it's too clear what Riddle's thinking about.
Seven. It's not exactly surprising to have Riddle call him an idiot, but it is a shock that he jumped all the way past any other activities they could get up to and straight to needing to get lubed up. He stammers in his surprise, but takes a breath to compose himself as best as he can.
"There's plenty we'd be able to do," he replies before adding, "and FYI we do have some. If we're really going to need it."
Does Riddle really want to go that far? Right now? Cater's not even thinking about the fact that Riddle's sick and he shouldn't be doing strenuous activity when there's way more pressing concerns taking up his thoughts. Very horny concerns.
"So...are we doing this? Cause it kind of sounds like we're doing this but I'm really going to need a solid yes or no."
"There's plenty we'd be able to do," he replies before adding, "and FYI we do have some. If we're really going to need it."
Does Riddle really want to go that far? Right now? Cater's not even thinking about the fact that Riddle's sick and he shouldn't be doing strenuous activity when there's way more pressing concerns taking up his thoughts. Very horny concerns.
"So...are we doing this? Cause it kind of sounds like we're doing this but I'm really going to need a solid yes or no."
"We do....????" Riddle stammers out, confused, before realizing he really really shouldn't question why they have any in the dorm at all. They were a bunch of horny boys in one damned building, could he really not expect some of them to do-- that?
Shifting, Riddle pushes himself to sit up some, pushing the jacket to the side, setting it beside him on the bed. This, coupled with the blanket falling down to only rest over his lap, shows off the way he had his shirt unbuttoned, lying open.
Swallowing heavily, he finally forces himself to meet Cater's eyes.
"Yes. Please. Only if you want to as well--..." Why would he suggest it if he didn't?? Still, it's good to check.
Shifting, Riddle pushes himself to sit up some, pushing the jacket to the side, setting it beside him on the bed. This, coupled with the blanket falling down to only rest over his lap, shows off the way he had his shirt unbuttoned, lying open.
Swallowing heavily, he finally forces himself to meet Cater's eyes.
"Yes. Please. Only if you want to as well--..." Why would he suggest it if he didn't?? Still, it's good to check.
Riddle had even said please! O.M.G.
This would be Cater's cue to go get the lube he keeps in his bedroom. It would, but when Riddle looks like that, looks at him like that, says those words, how can he bring himself to turn around and walk away from him? No, he can't. Not this second. Not yet.
Staring hard at Riddle for an impossibly long set of seconds, Cater swallows a lump in his throat before impulsively reaching out to cup the younger teen's face. He only hesitates for the briefest of instances before he leans in and brings their lips together.
Hopefully, that was answer enough to his own wants.
This would be Cater's cue to go get the lube he keeps in his bedroom. It would, but when Riddle looks like that, looks at him like that, says those words, how can he bring himself to turn around and walk away from him? No, he can't. Not this second. Not yet.
Staring hard at Riddle for an impossibly long set of seconds, Cater swallows a lump in his throat before impulsively reaching out to cup the younger teen's face. He only hesitates for the briefest of instances before he leans in and brings their lips together.
Hopefully, that was answer enough to his own wants.
Oh-- Oh. Riddle's heart pounds as his face was cupped in Cater's hold, his breath catching in his throat.
What- was he-
Oh.
Riddle Rosehearts, who was always so sure about what he was doing, who was always so confident in every single task he took to, or at the very least pretended to be... was at such a loss of what to do, what to feel, when their lips are pressed together.
Even so, his eyes slip shut, his hand grabs at Cater's shirt, trying to tug him closer as he kisses him back.
What- was he-
Oh.
Riddle Rosehearts, who was always so sure about what he was doing, who was always so confident in every single task he took to, or at the very least pretended to be... was at such a loss of what to do, what to feel, when their lips are pressed together.
Even so, his eyes slip shut, his hand grabs at Cater's shirt, trying to tug him closer as he kisses him back.
Cater had already been pretty confident in the idea that Riddle was completely inexperienced--it just made sense, with how little free time he gave himself combined with how seriously he took his studies. In that kind of schedule, with all his responsibilities, there was no room for distraction. This was definitely a distraction, and Cater can feel just how new this is for Riddle in the way he kisses back, the tentative and yet needy touches.
It sends a thrill through him for more reasons than he can currently stop to focus on. Instead, he loses himself in the feeling of those soft lips, the small grasping hands. Riddle is so warm, he's burning up, and it should make him stop and reconsider the timing of it all but it just makes him want to crawl into that bed even more. Without thinking, he lets Riddle pull him closer. Cater's knee slides onto the mattress as he leans in, one hand migrating down to the other boy's bared waist while the other finds leverage on the mattress, pushing them both back onto it.
It sends a thrill through him for more reasons than he can currently stop to focus on. Instead, he loses himself in the feeling of those soft lips, the small grasping hands. Riddle is so warm, he's burning up, and it should make him stop and reconsider the timing of it all but it just makes him want to crawl into that bed even more. Without thinking, he lets Riddle pull him closer. Cater's knee slides onto the mattress as he leans in, one hand migrating down to the other boy's bared waist while the other finds leverage on the mattress, pushing them both back onto it.
Maybe some distractions weren't so bad. That train of thought is a slippery slope, one he couldn't afford to let infect his mind. Despite every ounce of logic he had, telling him to be careful, to avoid getting so distracted he slipped up, this little distraction in the form of his own red camellia that was pressing so close, urging him back down onto the mattress.
For this moment, Riddle would let his emotions take over, to focus on how each thing they did felt and made him feel.
Breathing out a tiny noise against Cater's lips, Riddle allows himself to be pushed back, to allow Cater to climb over him, to join him on the mattress. His arms move to loop around Cater's neck to keep him close, one hand beginning to tangle in his hair as Riddle tilts his chin up, deepening the kiss on instinct. It's messy, unfocused, and oh so damn intimate for something so new to him.
For this moment, Riddle would let his emotions take over, to focus on how each thing they did felt and made him feel.
Breathing out a tiny noise against Cater's lips, Riddle allows himself to be pushed back, to allow Cater to climb over him, to join him on the mattress. His arms move to loop around Cater's neck to keep him close, one hand beginning to tangle in his hair as Riddle tilts his chin up, deepening the kiss on instinct. It's messy, unfocused, and oh so damn intimate for something so new to him.
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