robokitty
2nd Jul 2010, 11:01 PM
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This thread is here to RP out the steaming hot slash sex that Matt and Esteban had on Friday.
This thread is here to document the conversation where Esteban blackmails Matt. It takes place on Friday. The conversation has already been RPed via chat, so this thread will probably be quite short (2 posts?)
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Sienna’s face this morning, oh god, hahahahahahaha. He couldn’t even look at her! When he saw her, he just pretended he was still fuming-angry at her, scowled, and stormed away. He ducked into the bathroom as quickly as he could after that and practically laughed his ass off as soon as he was sure he was out of sight.
Revenge was so sweet.
A couple of sophomores coming out of the bathroom stalls shot him a strange look. He dropped the laughter just long enough to say, “What the fuck’re you lookin’ at?” Not really angry, but firm enough to send them on their way since the tiniest whiff of conflict sent most people running scared.
Aside from the math teacher obviously screwing Esteban over on the latest assignment for no other reason than he didn’t like him, Friday was a good day. When he wasn’t pretending he was completely pissed off at Sienna by avoiding her glances, he was savoring the nervous look Matt would get whenever he was around, especially since his fellow fudgepacker wasn’t playing along.
Not that he could blame Josh. Frankly, he didn't know why any guy in his right mind would even think about dropping a hot bitch like Marie-Elisabeth for some flamer, but then again, he wasn't a faggot. Still, dude, pick a hole.
When he finally sees an opening to approach Matt, he saunters up with a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face. He talks as if they’re buds, with sickening fakeness, and remarks, “Damn, what’d you say to Sienna? She looks like she’s hanging on by a thread.”
He lets that comment hang in the air for a second before a smug grin lights his face. Acting like it’s no skin offa his back, he adds, “Too bad it’s all for nothin,’ though.”
“I tried... He just won’t do it...” Matt sputters out. Lame excuse. But the fact that Josh didn’t go through with the breakup was actually kind of a relief to Esteban. It gave him more leverage to make increasingly unreasonable demands, and while he wouldn’t protest making all the preps’ lives hell, the one he was interested in most was this one. Right here. And that shallow whore picked this puto over him? Heh!
“Well, didja use lotion?” Esteban suggests, with a venomous under-current to his gentle, patronizing voice.
Matt’s face tightens and he looks away.
Esteban doesn’t try to hide his smirk or the initial snickers he gets at Matt’s expense. “Your boyfriend doesn’t really give a shit about you, huh? You wanna talk about your feelings?”
“He’s not--...” Matt grits his teeth and stops, trying to compose himself. “What do you want?”
So now Matt was gonna try to take back a little control and steer things his way, huh? Well, Esteban wasn’t planning on giving it up so easily. The conversation would end when he felt like ending it. Its course would change when he felt like changing it. And right now, he was gonna enjoy rubbing salt in Matt’s wounds.
"Right now?" He replies smugly, clearly enjoying this. "I wanna know why your boyfriend's such a slut. Ain't one bitch enough for him?"
But Matt isn't having it. He steels himself and repeats more firmly this time, “What do you want?”
Aww, the little maricon’s had enough and trying to put his foot down? That was no fun, but fine. He wants to cut to the chase and try to stand up for himself, he’s gonna get punished for it.
Mildly irritated, Esteban’s eyes narrow to a darker shade, though he still has that superior smirk on his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, which makes his muscles flex bigger. The look he shoots at Matt isn’t the look of enemies--it’s one of predator looking through prey. And it's done with the kind of unnerving calm that's borne out of the instinctual knowledge that, if wanted to, he could jump this kid and rip his fucking cheek out long before anyone could get there to stop him.
“Don’t push it, fag.” he warns, lowering his voice. Then he answers the question as if this is the last thing he's gonna say, and their conversation is over. “Just wanted to let you know why your secret’s gonna get out.” He gives his threat a second to sink in, then turns and starts walking away.
“No, wait!” Matt yelps
Esteban smirks as soon as he hears Matt’s high-pitched, desperate voice and stops with his back turned to him. He wasn’t entirely sure whether the maricon would let him walk away like that without some last ditch attempt, but he’s glad he did. It drags out of the fun.
“There’s gotta be something else you want. Money, things, something.” Matt offers desperately, his voice lowering.
Yeah, he had thought about demanding money from Matt before. After all, he could always use more of it, and the faggot had plenty to leech from his rich parents. At the same time, he hated calling attention to the fact that he needed it--badly. And he didn’t want to give Matt the pleasure of thinking he had something over him, so he was trying to convince himself that the value of watching Matt squirm like this was priceless.
On the other hand, if he took the money, then he’d get even more opportunities to do shit like this. Hmmm.
By the time that Esteban turns halfway to look back at Matt, he’s already decided to ask for money, but he’s not about to let on. He looks at him skeptically, as if reading into that last, suggestive ’something' that Matt tacked on at the end of his plea.
“What?” He asks, his voice dead serious and probing. “Like a blowjob?”
The effect on Matt is instant. His face freezes in shock, like he’s been slapped.
Ahahahahahaha, he bought it!
“No! I--I...” He stammers, “I mean money, material stuff.”
The serious expression on Esteban’s face dissolves into riotous laughter. After another good laugh at Matt’s expense, he tries to hold it in, but it still comes out in dry chuckles.
“Relax, man...” As he recovers, he makes it perfectly clear he wasn’t serious about wanting Matt anywhere near his cock and that the idea itself was disgusting. He states derisively, “I ain’t a fag.”
Esteban walks back up to Matt, a smirk on his face and ready to cut to the chase. (cuz there’s no way he’s gonna top that last reaction.) “How much money are we talkin?
Matt hesitates. “Name your price....”
Hmph. Afraid to insult him by going too low or overpay by going to high?
Esteban looks thoughtful and sucks his teeth, rolling the idea over in his head. He didn’t want to go too high at once cause that could make him shut down. If it was too high and Matt would have to resort to stealing or sucking dick or whatever to get it, then there was a bigger chance he’d refuse, and there would go Esteban’s fun (and money). On the other hand, he didn’t want to ask for what amounted to pocket change either. It needed to be low enough to string Matt along for now, maybe get this interchange going on a weekly basis, and he could always raise it later if the mood struck him... and the mood probably would.
So, what was Matt’s reputation worth to him, and what seemed feasible to ask for? A hundred bucks sounded about right to Esteban, but that might be like tiddly winks to Matt. Plus, his rents probably stuffed his stocking full of hundred dollar bills, so he better ask for twice that much with room to grow... just in case two hundred was still relatively small to Matt.
“Let’s start with two hundred bucks,” he says as he scans Matt’s face and posture and appraises his response, “for you and your butt buddy. Bring it to me before the dance, on the roof.”
Matt takes a deep breath and on the exhale, he confirms, “Alright. Two hundred, and you’ll keep this to yourself?”
Esteban shoots him a ‘you idiot’ look and says dismissively, “Yeah, I’ll keep it to myself....” For now. “Just don’t be late.”
Matt nods curtly, “Alright. Deal.”
You’ve gotta be shitting me. Deal? Does this faggot really think it’s gonna be that neat and tidy like a fucking business contract? Geez, white people.
The only acknowledgement Esteban gives him is a scoff, one that suggests this isn’t far from over, and without another word he turns his back on him and goes his way.
((For anyone mentioned, I hope that works. If not, let me know and the necessary changes/edits will be made))
This thread is here to RP out the steaming hot slash sex that Matt and Esteban had on Friday.
This thread is here to document the conversation where Esteban blackmails Matt. It takes place on Friday. The conversation has already been RPed via chat, so this thread will probably be quite short (2 posts?)
))
http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i205/superwuman/esteban_cfreire-1.jpg
Sienna’s face this morning, oh god, hahahahahahaha. He couldn’t even look at her! When he saw her, he just pretended he was still fuming-angry at her, scowled, and stormed away. He ducked into the bathroom as quickly as he could after that and practically laughed his ass off as soon as he was sure he was out of sight.
Revenge was so sweet.
A couple of sophomores coming out of the bathroom stalls shot him a strange look. He dropped the laughter just long enough to say, “What the fuck’re you lookin’ at?” Not really angry, but firm enough to send them on their way since the tiniest whiff of conflict sent most people running scared.
Aside from the math teacher obviously screwing Esteban over on the latest assignment for no other reason than he didn’t like him, Friday was a good day. When he wasn’t pretending he was completely pissed off at Sienna by avoiding her glances, he was savoring the nervous look Matt would get whenever he was around, especially since his fellow fudgepacker wasn’t playing along.
Not that he could blame Josh. Frankly, he didn't know why any guy in his right mind would even think about dropping a hot bitch like Marie-Elisabeth for some flamer, but then again, he wasn't a faggot. Still, dude, pick a hole.
When he finally sees an opening to approach Matt, he saunters up with a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face. He talks as if they’re buds, with sickening fakeness, and remarks, “Damn, what’d you say to Sienna? She looks like she’s hanging on by a thread.”
He lets that comment hang in the air for a second before a smug grin lights his face. Acting like it’s no skin offa his back, he adds, “Too bad it’s all for nothin,’ though.”
“I tried... He just won’t do it...” Matt sputters out. Lame excuse. But the fact that Josh didn’t go through with the breakup was actually kind of a relief to Esteban. It gave him more leverage to make increasingly unreasonable demands, and while he wouldn’t protest making all the preps’ lives hell, the one he was interested in most was this one. Right here. And that shallow whore picked this puto over him? Heh!
“Well, didja use lotion?” Esteban suggests, with a venomous under-current to his gentle, patronizing voice.
Matt’s face tightens and he looks away.
Esteban doesn’t try to hide his smirk or the initial snickers he gets at Matt’s expense. “Your boyfriend doesn’t really give a shit about you, huh? You wanna talk about your feelings?”
“He’s not--...” Matt grits his teeth and stops, trying to compose himself. “What do you want?”
So now Matt was gonna try to take back a little control and steer things his way, huh? Well, Esteban wasn’t planning on giving it up so easily. The conversation would end when he felt like ending it. Its course would change when he felt like changing it. And right now, he was gonna enjoy rubbing salt in Matt’s wounds.
"Right now?" He replies smugly, clearly enjoying this. "I wanna know why your boyfriend's such a slut. Ain't one bitch enough for him?"
But Matt isn't having it. He steels himself and repeats more firmly this time, “What do you want?”
Aww, the little maricon’s had enough and trying to put his foot down? That was no fun, but fine. He wants to cut to the chase and try to stand up for himself, he’s gonna get punished for it.
Mildly irritated, Esteban’s eyes narrow to a darker shade, though he still has that superior smirk on his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, which makes his muscles flex bigger. The look he shoots at Matt isn’t the look of enemies--it’s one of predator looking through prey. And it's done with the kind of unnerving calm that's borne out of the instinctual knowledge that, if wanted to, he could jump this kid and rip his fucking cheek out long before anyone could get there to stop him.
“Don’t push it, fag.” he warns, lowering his voice. Then he answers the question as if this is the last thing he's gonna say, and their conversation is over. “Just wanted to let you know why your secret’s gonna get out.” He gives his threat a second to sink in, then turns and starts walking away.
“No, wait!” Matt yelps
Esteban smirks as soon as he hears Matt’s high-pitched, desperate voice and stops with his back turned to him. He wasn’t entirely sure whether the maricon would let him walk away like that without some last ditch attempt, but he’s glad he did. It drags out of the fun.
“There’s gotta be something else you want. Money, things, something.” Matt offers desperately, his voice lowering.
Yeah, he had thought about demanding money from Matt before. After all, he could always use more of it, and the faggot had plenty to leech from his rich parents. At the same time, he hated calling attention to the fact that he needed it--badly. And he didn’t want to give Matt the pleasure of thinking he had something over him, so he was trying to convince himself that the value of watching Matt squirm like this was priceless.
On the other hand, if he took the money, then he’d get even more opportunities to do shit like this. Hmmm.
By the time that Esteban turns halfway to look back at Matt, he’s already decided to ask for money, but he’s not about to let on. He looks at him skeptically, as if reading into that last, suggestive ’something' that Matt tacked on at the end of his plea.
“What?” He asks, his voice dead serious and probing. “Like a blowjob?”
The effect on Matt is instant. His face freezes in shock, like he’s been slapped.
Ahahahahahaha, he bought it!
“No! I--I...” He stammers, “I mean money, material stuff.”
The serious expression on Esteban’s face dissolves into riotous laughter. After another good laugh at Matt’s expense, he tries to hold it in, but it still comes out in dry chuckles.
“Relax, man...” As he recovers, he makes it perfectly clear he wasn’t serious about wanting Matt anywhere near his cock and that the idea itself was disgusting. He states derisively, “I ain’t a fag.”
Esteban walks back up to Matt, a smirk on his face and ready to cut to the chase. (cuz there’s no way he’s gonna top that last reaction.) “How much money are we talkin?
Matt hesitates. “Name your price....”
Hmph. Afraid to insult him by going too low or overpay by going to high?
Esteban looks thoughtful and sucks his teeth, rolling the idea over in his head. He didn’t want to go too high at once cause that could make him shut down. If it was too high and Matt would have to resort to stealing or sucking dick or whatever to get it, then there was a bigger chance he’d refuse, and there would go Esteban’s fun (and money). On the other hand, he didn’t want to ask for what amounted to pocket change either. It needed to be low enough to string Matt along for now, maybe get this interchange going on a weekly basis, and he could always raise it later if the mood struck him... and the mood probably would.
So, what was Matt’s reputation worth to him, and what seemed feasible to ask for? A hundred bucks sounded about right to Esteban, but that might be like tiddly winks to Matt. Plus, his rents probably stuffed his stocking full of hundred dollar bills, so he better ask for twice that much with room to grow... just in case two hundred was still relatively small to Matt.
“Let’s start with two hundred bucks,” he says as he scans Matt’s face and posture and appraises his response, “for you and your butt buddy. Bring it to me before the dance, on the roof.”
Matt takes a deep breath and on the exhale, he confirms, “Alright. Two hundred, and you’ll keep this to yourself?”
Esteban shoots him a ‘you idiot’ look and says dismissively, “Yeah, I’ll keep it to myself....” For now. “Just don’t be late.”
Matt nods curtly, “Alright. Deal.”
You’ve gotta be shitting me. Deal? Does this faggot really think it’s gonna be that neat and tidy like a fucking business contract? Geez, white people.
The only acknowledgement Esteban gives him is a scoff, one that suggests this isn’t far from over, and without another word he turns his back on him and goes his way.
((For anyone mentioned, I hope that works. If not, let me know and the necessary changes/edits will be made))