Clandestine Impulse - A Joke gone horribly wrong.. or right?
-- This takes place after the Team Missions --
Celebrations, parties, nights out, a group of young adults simply wanting to get drunk, or hoping hook up with someone - most likely all of those mixed together - everything seemed so busy. The glasses and occasional plates clanked and chimmed, one or two customers knocking the mugs from the bar and dropping them to the drunk, one having smashed, both leaving the floor sticky and yet ignored. Most of the people were dancing on the floor or at the tables and booths, leaving a couple of seats at the bar free, both of the ones beside Max were free, sometimes a pretty girl would sit next to him and start talking with the vartender before disappearing off, once or twice rather handsome young men would appear and lean against the bench while waiting for their drinks.
So many people. Yet so alone. Is this how all those geeks or newbies feel when they sit pathetically at their tables on their own - yet surrounded by chattering students. The worse of all this was that Max knew most of those around him, aside from the fact they basically were all from the school, more then half were people he knew, talked with, or even slept with at one point.
Why was he even here? He wanted to crawl back to his room and cower within the covers, drifting between reality and the world of fiction.. though he had dreamt about the black haired mutant.. Matt wasn't it? Max struggled to remember the name Garnet had told Max the night everything seemed to have turned upside down. The dream had chased him from his room, he had slept all sunday, and Monday as well, in fact the only reason he left his room Tuesday was because Garnet had set up a meeting for Exiles after classes. It wasn't hard to actually see something was wrong with him when he had rocked up to the meeting after Garnet demanded his attendance three or four times over his com-badge. He hadn't bothered shaving so he had stubble, his hair only combed with his fingers, though it would be hard to tell the difference to his usual style since he often had messy hair unless it was newly trimmed.
Although he wore jeans and a red top that had '69' in large pale grey block letters on its front, the shirt hadn't been ironed - Max had a distint dislike for wrinkles in his clothing as it made him appear like a 'human slob' - and of all other things.. he wore socks without shoes. But he did play up a little, making things very hard for Garnet and anyone else who even looked at him or breathed in his direction. Although it really seemed as if he had no interest in the meeting, it was only because he was so paranoid and still confused with what had happened Friday night.. and Saterday afternoon when he had woken up in the strang bed. He was really nervous about something yesterday at the meeting, and that feeling didn't die down at all, his hands fidgeting awkwardly with the cool mug of untouched beer in his hand.
Max shaved this morning though, he would have done so right after the meeting but he just crawled back to bed anyway, spending a while thinking over things.. some of the things Garnet said even managed to get some moments in the spotlight of his thoughts.
Needless to say, Max had spent the past couple of days on his own, so empty and frightening, yet peaceful and hauntingly calm. His eyes wandered over towards Riley and Catherine - a handsome young man, a beautiful young woman - which would Max really want? He was horrible to Catherine, but that's because it gave him some sort of interaction with her, she didn't like Max at all (Not that people hating him was a rare thing or anything) so the only time they talked was if he was either teasing Riley or her.
For a while Max watched as the two danced, holding each other closely, Riley was saying something to her, something Max hardly cared to ponder. But she looked so shy and blushing, yet happy, her slender form making Max wonder what it would be like to hold her, she wasn't tall, but she was pretty, not the prettiest of girls Max had slept with but still a nice looker. And what about Riley? Max thought vaguely about the kiss Matt had given him in the contrasting mutant's bed on Saterday when Max woke to the act of revenge that Max still wasn't aware of.
How would Max feel though? He sometimes torments ladies because it's the only interaction he can get with them, is that why he bullies guys as well, for the same hopeful attention? But he'd know that wouldn't he.. there was a glimpse of an image as he tried to picture himself in a males arms, Riley was slight more defined then Max was, then again Riley was a tiny bit taller and had done far more training then Max ever did. He shoved the thought aside, he hated Finn, no, ditested with the utmost passion.
It had been so many nights, he justed wanted some company, some sport for the night, but he was barely able to look at a woman let alone talk with them. What if it didn't feel the same? What if everything had changed now, what if he goes with a woman and somehow they will know he's been touched by another guy? A paranoid look crossed his mind as he remembered some mutants might be psychic and distracted himself as he stared rather intensly at the beet.. as if hoping to suddenly develop telekinesis and lift it to his lips.
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*Ok... back to a social life...*
The thought was meant to encourage him, to get him to enter the Dying Star, have some fun, distract himself of what had happened on saturday... or better what had not happened. Matthias didn't exactly know himself what had pulled him down... it had all worked out nicely, hadn't it? Max had been shocked, doubtful about his own orientation by the fearful look he had given upon the contrasting mutant's sexual approach. Garnet had told him the school bully had been in a bad shape even the day before which had been tuesday.
"Get moving already, will ya?!"
The voice wasn't exactly aggressive, impatient maybe, but it was enough to let Matt jump a little before he stepped aside to let the small group enter. Weird looks he was used to; again, the ones the new arrivals gave him weren't unfriendly, just curious, concerned even. It was just then that he realized he had been standing right in front of the entrance, a hand placed against the door, doing nothing but staring at it. This in fact had happened rather often throughout the last days. He hadn't actually been down, not as he had been after Max had left anyway, but occassionally, he would just stop and stare, so deep in thought he would only notice the oddness of his behavior when people - after several attempts of catching his attention - asked him what was wrong. Nothing was wrong... he was fine. Wasn't he?
Still, why was it that his room felt so large and empty? Why had he never noticed this old fashioned 1990s style clock on the wall was so incredibly loud and disturbing? Why was it that he curled up in his bed with a sigh as he normally used to do when he was depressed? He didn't know Max at all; just what Garnet had told him and rumors, gossip really that didn't seem too far-fetched and judging from that, he didn't seem to be the kind Matt actually wanted to have around. But don't they say people show their true face when they are sleeping? Max had seemed so innocent... but Contrast was too bad at lying to himself to shut out the obtrusively loud voice inside of him adding "and quite some babe" to the thought. Anyway, he wasn't depressed... he was ok!
The black-haired GSF member rolled his eyes in annoyance as he realized he had still not entered. Originally, he had wanted to come there with Garnet and some others... it would have been easier; but since she had recently become a team leader, free time was a little rare during the week and although Matt had got to know a few people, he still wasn't with many at the basis when you could just walk up to them and ask them out to something not romantically inclined. Stubborn as he was, he hadn't given up on his plan of returning to the place where his dilemma had begun and was determined to have fun, even alone. Or had been. Suddenly, Matt felt incredibly stupid and if it hadn't been even more embarrassing, he would have simply turned on his heels to return to his room, listen to some sad songs and stare himself to sleep. Who was he kidding? He was miserable! And he still didn't exactly know why.
With a sigh, he combed his long black hair back in the pointless attempt of forcing it to flow down his back instead of having that slightly bushy look he thought it to have although others had disagreed with that impression of his. Giving up, Matt simply put it into a ponytail, straightened his posture and finally entered. If you feel like coiling up somewhere, you should at least pretend you weren't affected by anything by not looking as if you did. Fortunately, as he had decided the last time today he had thrown a look into the mirror, he wasn't looking as if there was anything wrong... as long as he didn't stop to stare that was. His skin was as white as ever - which in his eyes was a good sign as long as it didn't become greenish - his eyes maybe lacked the cheerful spark but then again, he hadn't even tried to grin at his reflection and as he had proven, acting a role wasn't actually something difficult for him.
Matt wasn't surprised to hear a love song being played when he entered. He was even less surprised as it was of the slow and melancholy kind. It didn't affect him much; he even had to struggle hard not to start laughing. *Fate's such a predictable bitch,*
he thought grimly, directing his pace towards one of the tables close to the stage. The music changed to something faster, harder that - of course - had a romantic theme but over the e-guitars and the strong drum beats, it was at least less noticable. Maybe today was the right time to get royally drunk! After all, what was better than sitting around with the room rotating around you while good music played in the background?
There was a good number of things Matt could have named instantly but - as much effort as it took - he ignored all of them and sank into the impressively fluffy couch with as much dignity as possible. For some reason, not even Aurora could sit gracefully on this monstrous thing that apparently had always wanted to be a bed and - as a rebellious act - had grown an extremely comfortable surface in which you almost drowned if you didn't sit on it in a casual fashion. Ever after they had discovered this humiliating piece of furniture, they had occupied it for themselves which was why he had went there automatically. Contrast wasn't sure whether that had actually been a good idea but leaning backwards, his arms resting on the pillows that formed the back, he could feel how the familiar place calmed him down. His table was half-illuminated which was a good thing since he disliked having bought a drink he could not see... and he didn't care being seen; as dark a figure as he was with his loose black, silken shirt and matching pants that had strings at the sides, he wouldn't actually be flashy and thus only catch the attention of those knowing him... or people having a crush on his type.
Ordering a Long Island Icetea, Matt smiled lightly. Maybe this would really help to get over... whatever it was standing between him and a good mood.
"I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me"
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Everything was so loud, yet so silent. It was almost infuriating, so many people, so many potential companions for the night, why the hell was he being so withdrawn, it was just a bloody kiss, it didn't change anything! He was still himself, so some guy took advantage of him when he was drunk, it didn't change anything, he wasn't all messed up because of a stupid kiss.
Woman were all around him, all he had to do was get up, grab one, and be done with it, he hasn't had to think so much about hooking up with someone the days before his first time with Amy. A distant look crossed over his face as he thought, he had had Amy on his mind back when he was with Paige, trying to show the little runt some good time and a nice reward for helping him, and what does she do, throws a hissy fit like most of the others for no reason. Amy was the professional 'educator' that Max's father had hired to tutor his son starting on the night of his 14th birthday.
Max had found himself some girlfriends, mostly just dates for one off events, he had his first kiss at twelve, technically it was his third girlfriend though, but the two before were just friends of the family that had constantly been invited to partner up with Max during the social events. So when Max's father actually realized all his soon-to-be 14 year old has done was kissing and touching, he made up a racket as if it was some form of humiliation to him. It made Max feel as if everyone his age was already well experienced in the sexual sport his father was saying is such an important part of a man's life.
So needless to say, it has most certainly been a long time since he's been nervous on this matter at hand, and might explain slightly why - amongst also other things - this situation was so highly frustrating for him. Someone suddenly grabbed hold of his arm, but it took a moment for the short tempered Max to realize that it was just Lara who had clung to him like usual, her red lips flashing him a pretty smile as her perfect face looked brightly at him, her short light blond hair and white dress with a thin glass diamond studs belt about her waist that made her sparkle when the lights struck the stones.
"I'm not in the mood Lara." With a grumpy frown he looked away from her crystal blue gaze, her meticulously done eye shadow, eyeliner and wondrous lashes enhancing her already gorgeous eyes. There was a pouting look crossing her pretty features as she snuggled more against his arm, her low cut dress not even catching Max's attention like it usually does.
"Come on Maxi.. we haven't seen you for days.. locked away in ya room, I miss you," While one of her hands remained on his arm, her other moved to rest on his back, slipping over to his shoulder as she inched herself a little closer, reducing any possible chance of there being room between them. "I wonna dance, come on." Reluctantly he allowed her to drag him out into the crowed, Lara was one of the only people that could get Max to do something he didn't want to do - other then his parents of course.
It was Lara that was actually the first girl to kiss him, but they didn't go any further until he was fifteen, they had always been really good friends, and it wasn't love that drove them to explore beyond friendship, simple curiosity. When they did attempt to date it proved to be one of Max's longer lasting ones, since he actually really did enjoy Lara's company, but it didn't feel any different as to their usual relationship, so after three months they had decided to just remain friends and explore other relationships.
Lara playful put his hands on her hops and then wrapped her arms about his waist as looked up at him, once again offering a sulky look since he was watching Riley rather intently. Max hadn't noticed one of the new arrivals in the club was infact the very same person who was causing some much conflict within the confused mutant. There was however by chance a passing glance that made him notice the familiar pale skin, contrasting well with dark clothes, only he couldn't be sure, and the face was already lost in the crowd. He was moving very slowly, and the music had changed now and Lara was with her back to him, but she was holding his hands against her slender stomach while she danced against his front.
The usually seducing movements were more of a nagging annoyance while he was trying to think, eventually he pulled away and excused him with a mumbled comment that Lara couldn't even guess the meaning of. Making the wise choice of not following him and risking having him lose his temper with her, she decided to find herself another dancing partner, which wasn't hard for her to do. It was depressing for her though since she hasn't spent much time with him since the whole incident with Garnet, and the time she did manage to get was usually spent watching him act withdrawn and sulking quietly.
The shadowed figure of Matt was easily over looked while Max focused more on searching the tables, maybe it was someone else, or he was just seeing things. It was easy to tell the handsome trouble maker was yet again frustrated, but - yet again by chance of luck, if luck is a word he could use in this bazaar situation - his attention was caught by the waiter that moved past him.
There was a sever mixture of thoughts and emotions when he caught sight of the mysterious mutant that seemed to have so innocently demolished the stable foundations Max thought he had. The question that hovered unspoken in his mind however was - how exactly does he wish to approach this mutant? Depending on the out come he desired there where a few ways, but somehow dragging him out of here kicking and screaming didn't seem the better of those answers.
Instead Max glanced about and then rather casually moved over to where the dark haired young man was sitting, probably loitering around waiting for another poor blind drunk soul for him to have his way with. Wearing dark blue, basically black jeans, which possessed light greyish blue strips faintly seen down the sides of his legs, contrasting slightly to the red cotton top he wore with a similar coloured grey strip across his chest. It was probably something that - if seen by a grouchy bouncer - would have possibly denied him from entering the 'dress code' club. Some might assume the rather casual - though still nice - attire was permitted because he still looked amazing as ever, aside now he no longer had that glint in his eye while he playfully looked around for his next companion. But in truth if they did deny the young Chadstone, then the mutants father would find out and then he would manage to ruin the club some how with the utmost ease.. Mr Chadstone already brought half of it after the first incident a few years ago when they refused to let the then new student of Xavier's for similar reasons of the dress code.
It only occurred to Max now that he was standing in front of the other, the questions he may have wanted to ask or things he may wanted to have said to the mutant may be over heard by others around them - All of which were engulfed in their own little world, but Max was paranoid as even that someone would find out and then somehow his father would know shortly after. It ended up leaving Max with a nervous look - more so then the past few days - as his eyes moved around to see if anyone was watching him, partially ignoring the contrasting mutant while doing so.
A moment later the slightly taller man seemed to simply turn around and while checking about one last time, even as his body fell into the couch that he has only used a few times in the years he's been coming here. He looked somewhat relaxed, the way he was leaning back, with his fingers locked and his hands together resting over his stomach, there was still able to so bluntly see how uneasy he was since his eyes were staring ahead at the people shuffling around the bar.
The stone mutants skin threaten to crust over in the grey shell that formed when he became either frightened or angry, but like when he became uneasy around his father, Max stubbornly put more energy into keeping his powers at bay instead of fighting back. The pounding of his heart seemed to deafening, almost as if it would drown out the music and everyone would turn to look at him, and they'd see whom he was sitting next to, they'd know everything then..
".. I.. hey." He lost track of what he wanted to say the instant he had began and reverted to just greeting the other one, casting more of a side glance then actually staring at Matt. "Garnet here?" Yeah, that's good, just cautiously babble, and slowly he'll work his way to asking the more serious questions. Though Max found himself rather bluntly staring at the lips that had so uninvited touched his own, it was hard not to get the words Matt had spoken or the images of Saturday afternoon out of his mind.. in fact damn near impossible.
Clandestine Impulse
There was something to come.
Something... or someone... soon.
Whether for good or bad, Matt did not know.
That was the tricky thing with his intuition; it just didn't work that way. Sometimes - as this time - he would just have a vague feeling, the foreshadowing of an event whose actual nature he did not know. Other times, however, he would know it was something negative, a threat of some sort, yet in both cases, Matt rather tended to check for the trigger as inconspicuously as possible since people tended to look weirdly if he was jerking his head around all of a sudden. Well, this and the fact that most frequently, he would not be told what to do. Maybe it was a warning not to draw attention to himself so that a bully could pass by without noticing him. This lesson had been a hard one to learn back in school; the troubles of interpreting this mysterious sensation that - for him - seemed like magic, a magic he was thankful for some times...and which he despised at others. After all, it could really ruin the day if you already knew something awful would be happening in the evening. Those precise hunches were rather rare though; mostly they were minor ones but again, in combination with this even to him astonishing talent for reading other people's attitudes and even emotions to an extend that wasn't actually empathy but still intuition in a way, it had proven itself more than just useful repeatedly. Years ago, he had suspected it was a part of his mutation which would have been rather strange since it had nothing to do with his other powers back then... but then he had realized he had possessed that gift before he had been able to control the light element.
Whatever it was, it told him... there was something, someone to come. And it was not the waiter who - with a professional look of mild sympathy for the poor dateless soul - brought the cocktail. Rising a little out of this couchy swamp, Matt took the glass decorated with fruits and the obligatory little umbrella. It was pink. The presentiment was temporarily forgotten, nothing of real importance compared to this thing that blemished the alcoholic drink’s blissful promise of being a step closer to cheerful drunkenness. Slowly, with a expression of the utmost disgust, the black-haired fan of gothic metal seized the small object and smugly smashed it in one hand.
When he carelessly dropped the crumbled remains, the feeling from earlier returned and as he slowly, casually as he hoped, looked up, Matthias finally knew why. There he was, Max Chadstone, the one around whom his thoughts had endlessly rotated those days… and he was hot, even wearing… *…well… wearing something,* the contrasting mutant finished the thought with a dirty grin that he unobtrusively hid with a hand. For a moment, he guessed the simple fact of having had someone like the womanizer in his bed with no chance of getting him back in there was the reason for his strange mood but the longer he considered the thought, watching Max out of the corner of his eye, the more the got the impression that this was far away from truth. At least from this one truth he was searching for as he had to admit letting the unknowing Max undergo a more careful examination.
After an undefined amount of time – Matt had stopped wearing a watch years ago – the school bully that had oh so coincidentally stood in front of his table moved, glancing around pointlessly. If there had been people watching Max’ steps out of mere interest or obvious reasons, they would have returned to whatever they were up to after he had stood doing basically nothing for minutes. In times when fashion trends changed faster than people could actually discover them, a motionless figure barely stood a chance of keeping the interest of others than culture vultures none of which tended to be met in clubs like the Dying Star.
But Max didn’t only move. He approached… he sat down – as much as this couch of comfortable catastrophes allowed that action – and when he even said something, then the latest, Matthias felt oddly misplaced, as if he was somehow caught in the wrong picture. Wasn’t his “victim” supposed to either avoid him, beat him up or do something similarly far away from… small talk?!
“Hey…,”
he echoed, too surprised and confused (too delighted even?) to think of some clever reply. Still, he didn’t fail to notice that Max had occupied the part of this piece of furniture that was the farthest away from the contrasting mutant himself. Even without his unexplainable gift it would have been hard not to notice the other wasn’t only slightly nervous but felt highly perturbed, most likely by the mere fact of being so close to the man that had razed the image he had had of himself with just a few words and a kiss. A kiss Matt remembered so clearly, if he just concentrated a little, he could still feel it, taste the other that had retreated just as things became interesting.
"Garnet here?"
This question he should have expected but still he couldn’t keep himself from sighing inwardly, deeply, disappointedly. Then again, how was Max to restore his manly pride other than proving he could just chat with the guy that he had most probably been forced to sleep with? It was just then that Matthias realized it was bad conscious that had kept him down throughout the past days. He pitied this guy… but he had got what he deserved… hadn’t he?
“So I told him you were busy doing all that team stuff… I mean… what else could I have said anyway? He obviously didn’t actually wanna talk to me,”
Matt sighed taking a sip of water before he put the glass back down on Aurora’s small table that stood next to the bed whose owner replied from within the bathroom.
“Well, I actually was, so you were not lying at all,”
There were sounds of water to be heard when she said that, apparently gesturing in the bathtub she was relaxing in. It was rather difficult to have a conversation without seeing the other but then again, Contrast could very well understand his friend needed something like this to calm down from daily life’s business.
To have an excuse for not saying more than just that short explanation, the part-time goth grabbed his glass and took a huge swallow of the alcoholic substance that at least helped him to take the bizarre situation easier. When he had realized it was sympathy that had troubled him, Matt had considered telling Max the truth… for a few seconds. Now he was determined not to talk about the subject at all and just wait for what there was to come. Well… that and keeping on with the chit-chat.
“So… howya doing?”
It just occurred to him afterwards that those words could easily be mistaken for an allusion to that wild night that never took place anywhere else than in vivid fantasy’s imagination, yet then again, everything could be understood as such if one wanted to hear it… or feared to do so.
"I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me"
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The vague sound spilling from the other young man's lips barely held Max's attention, his eyes though eventually settling down so that they merely stared ahead. It felt so unreal, was he really here? Had he crawled from his bed where he had suffered those horrible nightmares of what might have happened between himself and this other?
It was like a fly having a nightmare of a spider's web and then going off to hover around the sticky death trap.
It was so obvious he wasn't paying any attention since one of the serving girls, Stacy, had spotted Max sitting without a drink and hurried over to get his order like usual, yet the pretty girl was uncharacteristically ignored. Her long dark red hair was done up in a high pony tail, which she brushed back with her hand while waiting to be noticed while she had called out Max's name and he looked up at her and she offered her sweet little smile as she waited for his order.
"What?" It sounded defensive and the girl's bright eyes seemed to glance towards Matt which only made things worse as his hands pushed his body as quickly as possible from the monstrous couch and stood up rather angrily, "What are you looking at him for? Get out of here before I have you fired!" There was more of an agitated and annoyed look about her as the lightly tanned beauty flicked her hair while turning and walking off.
That wasn't going to work, Max knew they were all working for his father, every time his dad came down here Mr Chadstone would always ask about his son, and they'd tell him everything.. What if they saw Max flirting with this guy last week? The thought gave Max the creeps. he didn't want to think about his father or be paranoid about these things but it was hard not to be when he had the reputation of his family on the line like this.
"You." Max's gaze turned towards Matt, actually meeting the bi-sexual mutants gaze for the first time, "Stop playing with me." Though he did seem to have a spark of anger tainting his demand, and his posture was anything but inviting since it could easily be taking as a 'threatening' stance. There was certain desperation since he didn't want others to see him hovering around a monster like this and then telling his father about it.
The tension in his body was so intense that he actually hurt, the anxiety and nerves causing his fingers to tremble faintly as he ran them through his hair, ruffling it slightly with his fingers as he fell back into the couch. Placing his hands frustrated in his lap, his body having fallen closer beside Matt this time, his eyes glaring over towards the waitress who had passed and thrown him a scornful look herself. She'd forgive him by the next time he gets here, she had a big crush on him even though he was only a 'one night only' guy, he still teased her and gave her nice tips so she was pretty tolerant with him, but it was a busy night and she was tired enough as it was.
Closing his eyes, Max took a small breath, getting himself all worked up and paranoid was just going to draw more attention to him then sitting beside the male freak. Max had to admit, no matter how many vulgar thoughts and words Max brought to his mind when thinking of Matt, he couldn't help but remember how slow and soft the unexpected kiss had been, it didn't seem threatening, more warm and welcoming as any other time a woman had woken beside him and leaned over to kiss him.
"Did I know you were.... you?" Max had turned his body more towards Matt and had leaned slightly forward as to make sure no one could possible hear what he was asking, even though he was speaking very vaguely. It was pretty obvious he was asking if he was aware he was about to make love to a guy when he had been drunk. The youngest of the Chadstone family kept an eye on the movement around them for another few glances before he allowed his attention to stay on the dark haired mutant.
Even being this close Max still couldn't remember him at all really, save for the few times since he woke up in the strange room, something Max wasn't used to doing. But it was strange, even though it didn't happen, he believed it had, and now his nightmares and thoughts have slowly started to piece together glimpses of images on what he is starting to believe to be resurfacing memories. The fear and paranoia on the matter was only making everything worse.. but the slight curiosity towards it was the most horrific thing he could ever imagine. What if he always has been gay but he never thought about it, since his father had hired Amy to teach him how to make love, then that would mean that Max never had to realize he preferred males since he always got satisfied with woman.. Or maybe he was getting bored of them, or.. or an endless amount of other thoughts that have crossed his mind.
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A criticizing frown, a light rising of his eyebrows was the only way of commenting Matt allowed himself upon witnessing the way Max harshly told the waitress to get out of sight. He disliked people misusing their power – although or maybe just because he had done so himself when he had been Divine. However, Contrast didn’t fail to notice the nervousness, the worry and fear (?) that got the other to act in such an aggressive kind of way; a realization that was part of what made him let the unfair treatment pass pretending he wasn’t taking any offence in it… save for said reaction that is.
Another reason was the simple fact that it was none of his business. Matt knew words could hurt, sometimes even more than plain violence, but this case was different and Stacy didn’t seem to be considering Max’ behavior as traumatizing. If he wanted to affront those who seemed to care for him in the one or other way, he – Matthias – wasn’t the one to mind… unlike the first direct eye contact the womanizer established between them. A not too friendly one as the contrasting mutant noticed not overly surprised; the weirder seemed the fact that when Max returned into a “sitting” position, he installed himself closer to this black-haired young man that had caused his paranoia.
The words he had said before falling back down, almost collapsing in a for Matt all too obviously desperate manner, they caused nothing but a smile that would have been a smug smirk if he hadn’t focused on letting it appear as if he had not the faintest clue what the other was talking about, yet in a coy, playful way that could be interpreted the one or other way depending on what the other wanted or feared it to be. He didn’t reply in the vocal way though; partly because he expected Max to say more since there had to be an actual reason for him to come that close to Matt again other than telling him to stop playing… and partly for the reason that he hadn’t known what to say anyway.
When the notorious intimidator inched even closer to him, throwing nervous glances to all sides as if dreading that somebody would see this approach that – realistically seen – had nothing sexual about it, it was Matt’s turn to start feeling slightly uneasy. The reason was certainly not the physical proximity itself but rather the fact that it limited his chance to escape if the situation escalated. Notwithstanding, the time he considered – once again – to give the true story was short and irrelevant compared to the alternative of sticking to his story and watching whatever there was to come. In a way, this was power, a substitute for what A.Corp. had stolen from him since how else should Contrast have ever had a chance of intimidating this man who seemed to have everything? For a moment or two, Matthias hated himself for such egoistic thoughts but shrugged it off with a smile that turned slightly teasing, suggestive, naughty even.
“Well… let’s put it this way: There’re some things you just can’t do with a woman… and which a woman can’t do with you. Nobody can possibly get so drunk he doesn’t notice that…,”
There had been purposefully placed pauses in his reply to enhance the effect his words were supposed to have. There and then, blunt talk was not the key, but words that did contain the answer, yet subtly wrapped in a construction of vague allusions. One more comment Matt couldn’t keep himself from adding though in an attempt to assault Max’ manhood to an even higher degree. “I don’t know what kinda toys your girls are usually playing with though,”
The black-haired tormenter knew many straight men wouldn’t find it as humiliating to play the active role in this game of love between men they generally considered twisted as being the passive partner, a part that they thought to be a woman’s. It was this the real perversion, a stereotypical way of thinking that had been expanded to other branches of life and society and which – like the ancient pattern of thinking it was – most probably would never fully disappear out of the people’s minds.
Again, a part of the light elemental felt terrible for being so cruel to someone who hadn’t actually done anything to him and the longer this game continued, the more difficult it became for him to ignore the persistent voice in his head. For then though, he just silenced it. After all, he could have done worse things to Max such as walking around spreading the “news” of the youngest Chadstone’s new preferences. This was nothing he would do though; ruining another’s reputation. At least not if it wasn’t the truth and he deserved it, that was.
"I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me"
Re: Clandestine Impulse - A Joke gone horribly wrong.. or ri
As far as Max cared, Matt was still playing with him, smiling as if the memories of the night they shared - or so Max was lead to believe - haunted his now delighted thoughts as the corners of Matt's lips curved seducingly - in Max's opinion anyway. Why couldn't he remember how it felt? Why'd he have to get so drunk to make it impossible not to remember what had transpired between them?
“Well… let’s put it this way: There’re some things you just can’t do with a woman… and which a woman can’t do with you. Nobody can possibly get so drunk he doesn’t notice that…,” It was strange, Max would have thought he'd react more defensively to a comment like that, but instead yet more curiousity had been stirred within him. Max had been very well sheltered from 'abominations' like Matthias and knew near nothing to how they could possibly enjoy another male's company sexually other then the most obvious of way and one would think after a while that'd get boring.. especially for someone like Max.
“I don’t know what kinda toys your girls are usually playing with though,” A more confused looked settled over Max as he stared off into the crowd of dancers while his mind wandered off into thoughts. Maybe confusion wasn't the best term to use, slightly stunned would, speechless definitely fitted as well.
"What does that mean?" By the tone of voice it sounded as if he knew exactly what it meant but he was instead questioning the underline meaning he fretted about. Max hadn't slept properly for days and right now he was mixed up to care for any cryptic messages! The fine-looking victim of this 'joke' that was slowly growing more serious and life changing then anyone would have ever intended on causing had began to avoid looking at Matt's eyes once again.
Instead he stared down at the knees of the light controlling mutant.. slowly beginning to wonder were exactly his own hands have wandered on this strangers body. Maybe Max could remember if he just.. what? Reach out and touch this repulsive and probably diseased man that tarnished the otherwise perfect mutant race?
The world seemed so silent again, he didn't notice that he was staring rather obviously at the lips of the other guy beside him. Maybe.. maybe just one kiss and he would remember everything...? Wait.. kiss that thing? No way! He wouldn't touch filth like that.. so.. why was he still studying that mouth that had dared to touch his own.. thinking of that tongue that had tried to slip through his lips..
A warmth caressed his lips as the appealing young man had leaned forward, testing the taste of the others mouth, which was tainted by the sip of the Long Island Icetea that had been ordered by Matt earlier.
In a mere moment it would be over as reality would snap back and he'll realize the world was still alive around them.. but people were only interested in themselves, added on the additional fact that they were sitting in a darkly lit area, being over looked was a near certain likelyhood.
In truth, there was nothing in Max's mind right now, it had gone utterly blank, his eyes were closed and the sensation of the kiss was highly enticing - considering he has been cooped up on his own for so many days it wasn't surprising there was a certain relief of having contact of some kind. The flirtasious and eye-catching seducer raised his arm instinctively to rest the palm of his hand against Matt's neck, just below the mutants ear. The bright orbs opened a split second later, his hand dropping from the mutants neck to his chest and shoving him back with a forward thrust of force as Max pushed Matt away from him in panic.
It wasn't that Max found it unpleasant - in fact, it was because he found the kiss somewhat similiar, yet new and dangerous, thus slightly thrilling, that had made him so frightful.
Yet again, as seems to be the new tradition with any contact Max and Matt have, the attractive man stood, and hurried towards the entrance door, shoving his way past the crowd that seemed determine to block his escape.
TBC: ..Some where later.. with Garnet or Matt again, we'll talk when you get back!
Oh, and I wasn't sure how Matt would react.. so I went on a hunch that you'd take advantage of the situation and dumbly accept the kiss from the spunky guy, if I was wrong.. uh.. sorry.. >> I'll alter it if you want!
Unanticipated Revelations
The breath he had just taken lingering in his lungs, his mouth half open since he had just prepared to reply to this rather pointless question that he did very well recognize as what it was and disliked just because of this, Matt was caught cold when suddenly, Max leaned over to him. Thinking about a good answer had kept him from noticing the sub textual message the other’s looks held; although slightly confused by the parts of his body Max appeared to be examining, he had not thought about it any deeper and there he had this mistake’s upshot: A wasted second!
This usually short amount of time could be so crucial if it was lost, if it went by unused, a chance not seized – like a smile not given, like a tear not shown… like a kiss not returned. However, the surprise had been too complete, too stunning to react immediately; the situation – so absurd – was overtaxing the one who had been longing for just exactly this willingly granted touch.
The first spell was broken when Matt felt this desirable man’s hand at his neck, a gesture that somehow made the contact more personal… more… real. With an indiscernible shrug, he deepened the kiss that he had instinctively accepted earlier without even thinking about it. And with this deliberate action, there came the actual sensation of Max’ soft, curious touch that still had something demanding to it. This was the very moment when he thought to understand an essential part of the womanizer’s personality: Max didn’t seem to be the kind that asked for something, he didn’t to be offering anything – he gave and took all according to his own wish and will and his alone. For the moment, Contrast didn’t truly have any problem with that attitude.
Then, all of a sudden, it was all over and the second spell of this evening broke. Hastily, as if he had been caught doing something illicit or he was being chased, Max made a dramatic getaway that – once again – left Matt staring, yet this time, his eyes followed the man for whom it seemed to have become a habit to push the contrasting mutant away. Why was Max panicking, he had chosen to do what he had done; was he scared of his own actions, of himself? The reply seemed all too obvious and it was this that summoned an incredulous smile onto Matt’s face, let him slowly shake his head.
When the form of the youngest Chadstone had disappeared among the crowd, Matt couldn’t suppress it any longer. Throwing his head back, he laughed and only stopped when Ashley, a girl with whom he was coming along quite well, spotted him and approached with a concerned look.
“Is everything alright?”
Indeed, it did have something insane to it to sit on a coach alone, roaring with laughter but for some reason, he had just felt like it. Too strange it seemed in retrospective, this feeling of sympathy he had had just a few minutes ago… for playing this trick on Max, for even forcing his kiss on him. And now? Now the world had turned upside down, now the impossible had occurred.
“Yeah… the world’s just going to end, nothing to worry about,”
he replied with a wink to make sure she got it as the joke it was meant to be. If, however, the Apocalypse was to come, he couldn’t possibly have been more astounded, yet this was a positive kind of shock he was in, nothing that frightened him, nothing abysmal – just a turn of events he would have never expected.
Now I will tell you what I’ve done for you…
The introductory line of one of his favorite bands’ song accompanied by heavy guitars and the ecstatic screams of most of the young people who had waited for something like that to be played all evening long did the rest to bring his thoughts to a temporary end. After taking another gulp of his drink, Matt got up, throwing an inviting glance at Ashley.
“Feel like dancing?”
He did anyway and as she gave him a “well, duh!” kind of look, he just grinned heading for the dance floor where there was already a crowd of dancing people enjoying themselves.
Fifty-thousand tears I’ve cried
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for
And you still won’t hear me
Matt sang along loudly with the rest and as the first chorus began – sounding from some dozens of throats - the bad things of the past days were simply washed away by a wave of joy, of not being alone in so many ways, of being alive in general.
I’m going under
Drowning in you
I’m falling forever
I’ve got to break through
An odd feeling, especially in a situation where hardly anyone would have seen a reason for it. Matt did though… and he didn’t give a damn for the reason why; he was just happy about it and not longer determined to have a good time, to socialize. He just did it.
I’m going under
- THREAD CLOSED –
(OOC: it’s been perfectly fine that way. Tell me if you want Matt to be somewhere….)
Angie-
TBC Matt's room - lazy you not checking there
"I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me"
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