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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
46
Views:
48,028
Reviews:
341
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
2
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
October 6
October 6: Friday
Sloane had made the announcement at lunch that there would be a social night coming up in the next week, which would be fun and also mandatory. He also announced that he would be unavailable the next night - he would be going out with Clint and some old friend of his who was in town on assignment. Everyone wished him a good time and split to go eat in their regular places - Sai, with a group he'd befriended from B bloc; Grant and Honesty went with a bunch of carriers who seemed to be constantly brushing their hair, and who Jesse knew from experience he would rather cut his own tongue out than ever spend time talking to; Suleiman with a small group of mestizos that always formed in the lunchroom, and Vichy with Jesse. Ortega usually split his time between Vichy & Jess and Suleiman's group. Sloane mostly ate alone.
"Tega."
Sloane called him as he was halfway to Jesse's table. He turned, interested, to greet him.
"Hey; did you need something?"
Sloane glanced around, looking sheepish.
"Um, sort of. A little favor. Clint's friend, who's coming tomorrow night? Well, we were all going to go for a drive, and Clint thought I should maybe try to bring a fourth."
He looked meaningfully at Tega.
"Oh. Oh! Um, sure." Ortega grinned a little, shifted his tray to his hip. "Any excuse to get off campus, right? And I haven't been for a drive in forever...yeah, I guess it'd be alright."
Sloane smiled with relief.
"Great. Just come by my room a little after twenty-one - Clint's going to get here about twenty-two hundred, so we can get on the road and be at a good spot around midnight - it's a full moon, so it'll be really pretty in the mountains."
Ortega nodded.
"See you then."
"I'm telling you, James, you're really going to like this one. Young, dark haired, big bright eyes, kinda shy - he's totally your type."
James kicked back in the chair he was sitting in, balanced his feet on his friend's desk.
"Oh yeah? What's his name?"
"Ortega. He's mestizo."
"How tall's he?"
"Just 5'7". I know you don't like tall."
James grinned.
"Is he passable in a natori?"
"Fucking delicious."
"Hey, I'm sold."
the man set his feet back down onto the ground.
"When can I meet him?"
"I told Sloane to get him out tomorrow night. He's unclaimed, but bear in mind that he may need some...convincing."
The man laughed, his eyes gleaming.
"They all do. But I can be very persuasive."
The two shared the joke, laughing.
"Sloane's going to sign him out, then I'll pick up Sloane and the kid and we'll come get you."
"Sounds like a plan."
James got to his feet, stretching brawny shoulders and rubbing one hand over his buzzed hair.
"So as of tomorrow night, I'll be engaged."
Clint nodded.
"As of tomorrow. If you do it right."
"Oh, believe me," James smiled, "I'm gonna do it right."
~:~
Sloane had made the announcement at lunch that there would be a social night coming up in the next week, which would be fun and also mandatory. He also announced that he would be unavailable the next night - he would be going out with Clint and some old friend of his who was in town on assignment. Everyone wished him a good time and split to go eat in their regular places - Sai, with a group he'd befriended from B bloc; Grant and Honesty went with a bunch of carriers who seemed to be constantly brushing their hair, and who Jesse knew from experience he would rather cut his own tongue out than ever spend time talking to; Suleiman with a small group of mestizos that always formed in the lunchroom, and Vichy with Jesse. Ortega usually split his time between Vichy & Jess and Suleiman's group. Sloane mostly ate alone.
"Tega."
Sloane called him as he was halfway to Jesse's table. He turned, interested, to greet him.
"Hey; did you need something?"
Sloane glanced around, looking sheepish.
"Um, sort of. A little favor. Clint's friend, who's coming tomorrow night? Well, we were all going to go for a drive, and Clint thought I should maybe try to bring a fourth."
He looked meaningfully at Tega.
"Oh. Oh! Um, sure." Ortega grinned a little, shifted his tray to his hip. "Any excuse to get off campus, right? And I haven't been for a drive in forever...yeah, I guess it'd be alright."
Sloane smiled with relief.
"Great. Just come by my room a little after twenty-one - Clint's going to get here about twenty-two hundred, so we can get on the road and be at a good spot around midnight - it's a full moon, so it'll be really pretty in the mountains."
Ortega nodded.
"See you then."
"I'm telling you, James, you're really going to like this one. Young, dark haired, big bright eyes, kinda shy - he's totally your type."
James kicked back in the chair he was sitting in, balanced his feet on his friend's desk.
"Oh yeah? What's his name?"
"Ortega. He's mestizo."
"How tall's he?"
"Just 5'7". I know you don't like tall."
James grinned.
"Is he passable in a natori?"
"Fucking delicious."
"Hey, I'm sold."
the man set his feet back down onto the ground.
"When can I meet him?"
"I told Sloane to get him out tomorrow night. He's unclaimed, but bear in mind that he may need some...convincing."
The man laughed, his eyes gleaming.
"They all do. But I can be very persuasive."
The two shared the joke, laughing.
"Sloane's going to sign him out, then I'll pick up Sloane and the kid and we'll come get you."
"Sounds like a plan."
James got to his feet, stretching brawny shoulders and rubbing one hand over his buzzed hair.
"So as of tomorrow night, I'll be engaged."
Clint nodded.
"As of tomorrow. If you do it right."
"Oh, believe me," James smiled, "I'm gonna do it right."
~:~