is that a new tattoo? [trent] {R}

[Asher Keller]

OUTFIT

"Alright well I'm out of here." He didn't wait for a reply from Trent as he headed out the dorm. Trent had been here for nearly two weeks now and it was still the same thing every day. Laptop. He had taken some time to get settled in, and when Asher forced him to socialize with some guys, mainly the soccer team. That was all who Asher knew, or was close with. The soccer team. Trent had requested that he not go with Asher to meet up with the guys, but he figured he out not listen to him and drag him along anyways. Tonight however, asher was leaving Trent behind. Trent was a big kid, he could spend one night in the dorm by himself. Trent knew of Asher's plans to go out for the past week now. They had been set in stone for quite some while. What Trent didn't know was that Asher was planning on going out with his sister. It wasn't really as strange as it sounded. Alexis was a great girl and a good friend of Asher's, even though they had broken up. Asher just simply decided it would be fine to leave that little detail out when he explained to Trent where he was going.

Asher opened his car door and slid into the driver's seat as his cell phone started ringing. Asher dug into the pockets of his skinny jeans, and pulled out his sidekick. He hit the talk button and brought the speaker side to his ear. "Whats up?" It was Alexis. asher closed his eyes and nodded to himself as she spoke. Finally she stopped and Asher sighed. "Yeah that fine. Alright, talk to ya later." Alexis had forgotten about her and Asher's plans to go to the movies tonight. Apparently she had gone and made plans with some other guy. Some one who he didn't know. Probably a New Yorker. He couldn't really blame Alexis for wanting to go on dates with people that she could actually get with, but she could have warned him a head of time or at least remembered their own plans. Asher hit the steering wheel to his car. Well at least she hadn't called him after he already left. That would have been a waste of time.

Asher sat in his car for a while. He really needed to become more of a social person. Open his group of friends a bit. The only problem with that was how much people easily annoyed him. It was hard for him to actually like people to be friends with. Finally deciding that he had spent enough time in his car, Asher got out and locked the doors. There was nothing for him to do now except go back to his dorm. He was sure that Alana must have already had plans, so he wasn't even going to bother her, and it wasn't even a question to wonder if the Queen Bee had kept her agenda open. There weren't even that many people in the dorm lobby as Asher entered the building. He walked behind the mini bar and grabbed a coke from the mini fridge. He really did need to cut back on his soda. It was so bad for his teeth. He pulled the tab back and brought the cold metal to his lips. He downed one mouthful then another. He held his can at chest level as he climbed the stair case to the floor his dorm was on.

Inside the dorm was empty. He looked up and down the hallway for Trent to see if he could tell where he had gone to, but there was no sign of him. He shrugged Trent out of his mind and entered the dorm. It was actually clean. After Trent moved in Asher had made an extra effort to make sure that it stayed clean. It wasn't fair to Trent if he had to live in a messy room. He looked over to Trent's bed. His laptop was there, closed, next to a black book. He didn't bother with the laptop. He was sure some one like Trent would password protect it. But the black book however intrigued him. He reached for it picking it up and holding it in is hands. As he had expected, it was a diary. Of course. Didn't every emo kid have their own Diary. Asher started flipping through the pages, but soon stopped. He tried to remember what the date was that Trent first moved into the dorm. What had he written about Asher. More importantly, what did he think about Asher. Asher couldn't help but wonder. Asher didn't like it when people thought bad of him. Wasn't it the twentieth? Yeah he though it was. He skimmed the dates at the top of the pages until he found the one he was looking for. His eyes skimmed down as the came nearer to the end of the page.

9.20.08

So I finally got to Hazelton. Alexis took off with all her scene friends instead of helping me adjust like she said she would, but I'm not surprised. She's always been like that, I've learned to expect it. I thought everything was going to be normal until I got to my room. I'm sharing a room with Asher Keller. Asher Keller! Obviously I'm being punished for something. Even our first conversation I stuttered, I had to stare at my computer screen and partially ignore him to talk like a normal person. And to top it all off, he wandered around in just boxers at first, then in shorts without a shirt. I don't know what to do, all I want to do is just... jump him. He's so gorgeous and I've liked him for so long... but he doesn't know about me. All he sees me as is Alexis's little brother, a weird emo kid he has to put up until the end of the year. It's going to suck, but I guess I'll adjust.

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Wow. Holy shit. Asher stared at the page, a blanc expression on his face. He couldn't believe what he had just read. Seriously? He thought for a minute that maybe he had planned this. Trent had planned for Asher to read his diary, knowing that Asher would want to know what Trent thought of him. Did he think it was funny to play with his head like that. But after a minute Asher got to realizing that everything which was written here was true. But where was Trent now? Asher sat onto Trent's bed, staring at the book. He stared past it at nothing, trying to make sense of all this.

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[Trent Dier]

Outfit.

Trent didn't even look up as Asher walked out the door, just gave a halfhearted hand gesture. He knew that Asher was going out with his sister, she had found Trent earlier that week and told him about it. She paid a little more attention to him now that he was rooming with the scene leader, but she only talked to him about Asher. She never asked how he was adjusting, if he was making friends, anything a good sister would do. But he still wasn't surprised, it was just like Alexis to be so absorbed into her own life that she didn't pay any attention to Trent. He was too far down on the social ladder to register in her importance radar. Trent paused what he was writing on his laptop, biting his lip. It was a Latin assignment, and he forgot the word he needed. Without looking Trent reached over and grabbed his bag. He pulled the ratty black backpack into his lap and began pulling books out, looking for his Latin book. He sighed as he couldn't find it, thinking it must be in the stack of books on his desk.

Trent decided to take a break from his work and take a shower, since most of the dorm was out tonight. Especially Asher, for the past two weeks Trent had gone to the bathrooms fully dressed, showered, redressed, and come back to the room. He didn't feel right, showing skin to Asher. There was a good possibility that Asher didn't even know that Trent had tattoos. He put the books back into his back, but he didn't notice that he left one book in his bed. It was black, and blended right in with his comforter. His diary. Most of the entries were about Asher, so there was no way Trent ever wanted him to see it. Asher would probably label him a stalker and never talk to him again. Although with how Trent talked... that might be a good thing. Trent slid from the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it into his hamper. He already had his shoes off, so he quickly stripped off his pants, boxers, and socks before wrapping a towel around his waist and heading for the bathroom. He didn't really like the whole 'group shower' dynamic, he envied the girls with their singular shower stalls.

He walked into the bathroom, smiling at the emptiness. He removed the towel and stepped into the open shower area, turning on the water. Trent almost smiled at the hot spray of water, and he quickly washed himself up. He didn't want to take too long in here, he wanted to finish his Latin homework and be asleep before Asher got back to the room. He didn't want to know how tonight went, even though he was sure that he'd hear it from Alexis tomorrow. Trent lathered up his body with soap, closing his eyes as the water gently washed it all away. He turned the water off, shaking his head to get some of the excess water off. He walked back to where he had left the towel, wrapping it around his waist. One last thing... Trent moved to the mirror, pulling out his snakebite piercings. He had hoops with him, and he slid those in instead. Now his snakebites were prominant. Trent gave a light sigh of satisfaction as he headed back to the dorm.

As he rounded the corner, he tilted his head at the open door. He was sure he had closed it, but he could always be wrong. Trent walked into the room, and stopped dead in his tracks. Asher was in the room, sitting on his bed. AND HOLDING HIS DIARY. Trent immediately felt the breath be knocked from his lungs, and he stared at Asher with wide gray eyes. Asher was holding his diary. Asher read his diary. Asher knew that Trent was in love with him. "I... I..." Trent almost accidentally dropped his towel. It must have been quite the sight, this heavily tattooed freshman with only a black and gray towel around his waist staring wide eyed at his roommate. Not trusting himself to speak, he just waited to see what Asher would do.

[Asher Keller]

OUTFIT

Asher didn't know what to do. He continued sitting on Trent's bed, staring at the diary. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. This was the kid who he had known because Asher dated his older sister. That just made the situation so much worse. Didn't it? What was he supposed to do. Not to mention the age difference between them, but since when did an age difference ever stop Asher? Why was this so much different? Was it because he actually knew Trent. Trent was like a little brother to him. A little brother that he didn't notice or talk to, but still it was weird. He placed the diary next to him on the bed, should he leave before Trent got back?

Asher looked up as he heard the stuttered voice. Trent was in the door way staring at Asher. And better yet he was wearing only a towel. Asher couldn't take his eyes away from Trent. A full chest piece and sleeves, really? Was Asher being tortured now for some unknown act. And what the hell was up with the snake bites. Why hadn't Asher ever noticed them before. He did not recall seeing them in before. What the hell was this? This kid seemed to have everything that turned Asher on. This must be punishment for something.

Asher stood up, a hard glare set on his face. He turned his head looking down at the diary, then back up at Trent. He headed towards the door, almost walking past Trent and down to the lounge. But he stopped. He didn't know why he stopped but he did. He stopped next to Trent. His expression softened as he turned and looked at the boy. He was so innocent, except for the tattoos. That wasn't so innocent. He didn't care though he liked them. Trent was looking at him still, which surprised Asher. He expected the boy to be staring at the ground. Instead he was still watching Asher, biting his lip. That did it. Asher felt the heat in his face as he watched the boy. He couldn't stand to look at him anymore. He inched his face closer and swiftly pressed his lips against Trent's.

All focus that he had was lost, or very little remained. All he could think about was how he wanted to be kising Trent, pressing his own body against the toned, tattooed body that stood before him, nearly naked.

[Trent Dier]

Outfit.

Trent held his breath as he and Asher stared at each other. The silence in the room was deafening, and as much as Trent wanted to run he was stuck like a dear in headlights. Asher had read his diary. Asher knew Trent was in love with him. Trent was screwed. As if on cue, Asher stood. The look on his face was hard, and Trent felt his heart breaking as Asher began to head to the door. Now Asher was going to request his room be moved, tell everyone that Trent was a weird stalker, no one at school would talk to him...

Then Asher stopped. Trent's eyes had been on the other boy the whole time, unable to tear his gaze away. Asher's gaze seemed to soften a little, but Trent knew better. He was about to say something, anything that would tear Trent to the core and render him useless for the next few weeks until he could get over this heartbreak. Thousands of scenarios ran through Trent's head as the boys stood there, the silence of the dorm echoing loudly. Asher was going to tell him he was hideous, useless, only dreaming. Asher was going to tell him he was straight. Why have a boy when he could have any girl he wanted, right? Trent bit his lip in nervousness as he waited for Asher to say something and leave.

Then Asher did the last thing Trent expected him to do. He took a step closer, and Trent's heart started hammering wildly in his chest. Trent blinked, and in that split second Asher's mouth was on his. Trent felt fire spread all through his body at this touch, his eyes wide with shock. When Asher didn't immediately pull away and laugh, Trent gave a light moan and his eyes closed. His arms snaked around Asher, one going around the small of his back and the other snaking up into his hair. God, everything felt just like he knew it would. Asher's mouth tasted heavenly, and his hair was so soft Trent couldn't help but let his hand tangle into it. Unfortunately, when his hands moved to Asher they let go of the towel. The piece of cloth fell to the ground as Trent pulled Asher close, his erection brushing against Asher's jeans and making Trent moan into Asher's mouth again. It didn't occur to the freshman that he was now naked and halfway in the dorm hallway, all that matter to him now was Asher.

[Asher Keller]

OUTFIT

Asher pressed his lips harder against Trent's. The cold metal of the snake bites tasted like blood as they pressed against his lips. Asher's lips parted, and he push harder, his tongue sliding between Trent's lips. He felt the boy's arms wrap around his body, his hands tangling themselves in Asher's hair. The boy's moan was like Ecstasy. Asher just couldn't get enough of it. Asher started tugging Trent away from the door, his hands sliding down to the boys hips, pulling him toward the bed. Asher stopped. He pulled his mouth away from the boy and stared at his face. His expression was a mix between what seemed to be amazement and what was most definitely lust. Asher smiled a toothy grin. Trent wanted him so bad, and what was surprising was he wanted Trent as well. Asher looked down and was shocked to see Trent without clothes. What had happened to the towel? asher looked over Trent's shoulder and saw it laying on the floor.

Moving to the door Asher let out a soft chuckle. He kicked the towel to the side and gently closed the door. He moved back over to the younger boy. Asher was taller than Trent, but that wasn't bad. Asher liked it when he was taller. He also like tattoos and piercings. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he viewed the boys body, his erection was clearly visible. Asher smiled and removed his shirt. His Dinosaur necklace swung heavily against his skin just above his chest. He moved to Trent. He grabbed Trent's waist and pulled the boy's body against his own. Quickly he started kissing the pale skin of Trent's neck. As he kissed he pushed boy backward until the two collapsed onto Asher's bed. For a moment the bobbed up and down on the mattress.

Asher kissed up Trent's jaw line, stopping at the lips again. He couldn't get enough of Trent's lips. And to think he had almost gone out with the boy's sister tonight. That would have been a wait of time compared to what his plans were now. He didn't exactly have a plan he was just living in the moment. He wasn't thinking about anything except now. Asher's hands slid down Trent's body, stopping just above his crotch. He could go lower, but he wasn't sure if he should. He paused for a moment. The kissing stopped. He lifted his head and and looked at the boy. "You love me?' A teasing smile played at his lips. Now he was glad he had read Trent's Diary. At least he finally had something against the boy.

[Trent Dier]

Outfit.

Trent's heart started beating faster as Asher's tongue slipped between his lips. Trent opened his mouth willingly, needing more of Asher. He couldn't control the little moan that came out as Asher started to push him backwards. His hands sliding down Trent's hips left trails of fire in their wake, causing Trent to instinctively push his hips forward. Then Asher pulled away, and Trent stared at him, his breath heavy. Trent was pretty sure he had the slack-jaw gaze of a guy that was severly turned on and needed to be fucked. His erection was sticking straight up, and his eyes stayed on Asher.

A shiver ran up Trent's spine as Asher chuckled, then closed the door. This was really happening, Trent couldn't believe it. Asher's eyes roved down his body, and Trent realized that he was standing in front of Asher without a stitch of clothing on. A deep blush immediately rose to Trent's cheeks, and he bit his lip. Did Asher approve of what he saw? Almost as if in answer to Trent's thoughts, Asher slowly pulled his shirt off. Trent's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Asher's body. He still thought Asher was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen, he'd had... rather embarassing dreams about that body. Dreams where he had to run off to take an ice cold shower upon waking. Then Asher was on him again, hands pulling their hips together.

Trent groaned as Asher started to kiss his neck, moving compliantly as Asher started to move them backwards. He felt the back of his knees hit Asher's bed, and then they fell together on the bed. Trent returned Asher's kiss feverishly, his entire body ablaze with lust. Then Asher's hand started to slip down Trent's muscled body, and Trent gasped as Asher's hand almost brushed his erection. Trent's eyes snapped open, and he looked up at Asher. There was a small smile on Asher's face, his hand still a few inches from making Trent lose his mind.

"You love me?''

Trent pretty much stopped breathing. This was going to be tricky. His wide gray eyes stared into Asher's, conflicting fear and lust. Trent exhaled slowly, figuring it was best to just dive in. If Asher pulled away, he'd always have the memory of that searing kiss. And more cold showers. Lots more. "...Yeah... yeah I do..." Trent's voice was soft, and he bit his lip in nervousness as he stared up at Asher's perfect face.

[Asher Keller]

OUTFIT

Asher couldn't help himself. He knew exactly what he was doing, how he was teasing the boy. As mush as he already wanted to be fucking the kid, Asher felt like he needed to ask the question, just for the sole fact of his own entertainment. Watching Trent squirm bellow him was entertaining and a bit of a turn on. He felt the erection in his own pants as it rubbed against the denim. He wanted to get rid of his pants now and turn Trent over, but he had more self control than that. He smiled down at Trent, moving one hand up to brush the boy's hair out of his eyes. Asher hadn't noticed that they were gray before. He realized he hadn't noticed a lot about the boy. He moved his other hand down, wrapping it around his erection. Slowly he slid his hand back and forth along the hard shaft. "Why do you love me?" He didn't understand how Trent could love him. He didn't understand how anybody could love him. He was gorgeous yeah, but he didn't care about guy's feelings. He just fucked and chucked, like guys were yesterdays trend.

He couldn't do this to Trent though. He knew the boy was already emotionally frail, he was a damn emo. Not to mention things would eventually be awkward between them. They shared a dorm, Asher wouldn't be able to just toss Trent to the side like he usually did. He knew this could also work to his advantages, but he wasn't thinking of that right now. He wanted his pants off, but he wasn;t going to be the one taking them off. He wondered how experienced Trent was, and how long it would take before he attempted to take control. Asher would never let him, he always needed to be in control, but he wanted to see Trent try. Asher placed his lips on the boys neck kissing lightly as his hand continued to move along Trent's erection. He opened his lips, and pressed his teeth against the salty skin, and bit down, sucking lightly as he did.

[Trent Dier]

Outfit.

Trent bit his lip again as Asher brushed the hair from his eyes, the gray orbs flicking nervously to follow Asher's hand before looking back to his face. In a weird way, it felt like he was prey, looking at the predator. Which wasn't as far off as he thought. Then Asher's hand finally slid down, the slender hand wrapping around Trent's swollen flesh. Trent gasped and closed his eyes, his hips bucking against Asher's hand. He moaned, wishing more than anything that it was Asher's warm mouth.

"Why do you love me?"

Trent opened his eyes, his hips resting back against the bed. The question had cooled him a bit, and now he was back to being scared. Turned on as all hell, but scared. Asher leaned forward and slowly bit at Trent's neck, sucking the skin. Trent moaned out again, biting his lip as his erection throbbed in Asher's hand. This delicious torture was sure to do him in. "I... I..." he managed to gasp out, his hips lightly flicking against Asher's hand in a mad desire to increase friction. "I love you... because... you're gorgeous, and confident, and... and..." Trent was completely incapable of thought, his mind numbed by white-hot pleasure. His erection throbbed in Asher's hand again, and he moaned, turning his head to the side and digging his nails into Asher's bed.