Two Boys and A Swimming Pool. What Could Possibly Go Wrong? (Tag Perseus)

Jim knew it was probably against the rules for regular students to use the Perfects Bathroom, but it was the closest thing available and a bath was sounding better and better by the minute. With Perseus beside him, Jim opened the door, although not before looking around for a second to make sure nobody was looking. No doubt Perseus would laugh at his caution, but Jim didn't want to get into anymore trouble than he was already in. His anger had been slowly fading away and now worry was replacing it. Would Leroy tell anyone that Jim had gone ballistic on him? Did anybody besides the twins see them fighting? No doubt Professor Rivera would be very disappointed in him if she found out what he had done. But Jim pushed that thought away from his mind. He didn't want to add on to his already growing list of worries. "Um, any idea how to work this thing?" he asked, gesturing to the bath in front of them. Although he had heard it was called a swimming pool anyway because of how big it was, and Jim didn't blame them. Lucky Prefects.

Perseus could care less if it were against the rules for them to be there, or not. The Prefects bathroom was very luxurious compared to the bathroom made for the regular students. As Jim suddenly caught on to his idea when they had reached the fifth floor, Perseus felt his usual self coming back, his smirk returning to his lips and a soft laugh escaping them at Jim's cautious, practically paranoid behavior. And then they were in the bathroom, and Perseus closed the door behind them.

"I believe it goes like this," Perseus replied to Jim's question regarding how to work the bath. He twisted a few knobs after a moment's contemplation, and the bath had immediately begun filling up. He waited until he had seen enough bubbles rise up in the water, and then shut the water off, kicking his shoes off to the side. He discarded his dirtied robe, then gave a slight sigh as he realized just how dirty he had gotten, as well. His clothes were stained from the grass, and several noticeable spots were caked with drying mud. He didn't even want to consider how grimy his skin felt, let alone looked. And so, with that in mind, he discarded the rest of his clothes, as well, hopping into the tub without hesitation.

"Are you getting in?" he asked jim, glancing once to him before splashing some of the water over his face.

Jim bit his lip, wondering for a second what somebody might think if they walked and found two boys in the same tub. God forbid his friends get the wrong impression and start questioning him on how he spent his time. Then again, he had heard rumors of some of the older students, particularly big groups of girls, that would sneak into the Prefects Bathroom after hours and would have parties that would rage on for hours. And they didn't necessarily keep their clothes on the whole time. He was brought out of his thoughts though by Perseus' question, who no doubt was wondering why the heck he was just standing there with a worried expression on his face. "Just give me a minute, okay?" he said, giving the blonde a look as he hurriedly undressed. Of course, his face got redder as more time passed and as he got into the water, he hoped the bubbles would hide the look on his face. He made a silent prayer, hoping that no ghosts would come in. He had heard that some of them enjoyed doing that when students were in the bathrooms, and he hoped this wouldn't turn into one of those occurrences.

The boy really was shy... For decency's sake, Perseus tried not to stare, as Jim undressed himself and joined him in the tub- if they could even call it that- and sunk low into the bubbles. He obviously was embarrassed, Perseus didn't need to see the red on his face to see it, he saw it in his eyes and his posture. Perseus sunk a bit lower into the water, glancing around the room. This wasn't his first time in this bathroom, but it was the first this school year, and he inwardly felt lucky to be able to spend it with Jim... whether or not they actually did anything. He would prefer if something happened, but, knowing Jim, it'd probably stop short, like the last time they were alone.

"You realize that if you're not going to wash yourself, I'm going to?" he teased, washing his arms and shoulders. He looked to Jim, and smirked, but gave him an 'I'm actually serious' type of look to back up his playful statement.

Jim found himself rolling his eyes again, although he felt his heart skip a beat at that question. He scooted away a little, as if putting more distance between them would make a difference. "I will, okay? Forgive me if I move at a slightly slower pace than you," he responded. He tried to act as calm as possible, although he figured Perseus would be able to see right through him. He had a knack for doing that, it seemed. He felt as if the blonde was watching his every move and he found himself looking everywhere except his direction as he scrubbed himself free of any dirt or grass that had managed to cling to his skin.

"Oh, don't worry, you're already forgiven," Perseus teased again, chuckling as Jim scooted away a bit. Perseus had expected him to do that. He scooted a bit closer while Jim was preoccupied with cleaning himself, feeling his flirtatious behavior slowly creeping back to him. He felt his gaze wandering along Jim's body- what wasn't covered in bubbles, at least- and he took in the sight of Jim's bare torso, the way his muscles flexed when he moved in different ways and directions, the pale skin he covered with his baggy clothes... Damn, he was attractive. He definitely would relish this time with him.

Perseus smirked a bit at the thought, took in a breath, and then disappeared below the water.

(( >w> It may or may not be what you think. xD And asdfghjgk late reply. My friend called me and I was distracted talking about funny things. <-< ))

Jim gave Perseus a look that may have been interpreted as stern, but his rapidly beating heart said otherwise. He vaguely remembered the feeling he had got when they had first met, how Perseus had looked at him like something to sink his teeth into. Although this time, he wasn't sure if it was fear or simply the thrill of suspense he felt. All he knew for sure was that the fact the both of them alone in a bath tub was starting to wear down on his nerves. And the last thing he wanted was to flip out again. Sighing, he took a deep breath, trying to relax his muscles a little. He bent his knees and leaned his head back, letting the warm water wash over his face for a moment. But by the time he came back up, flipping his hair out of his face, Perseus was already under the water, the bubbles managing to hide exactly where he was. "Perseus?" Jim felt his voice crack slightly. "Perseus, come on, this isn't funny. Stop playing around."

Perseus closed his eyes as tight as he could, holding his breath as he moved about under the water. He knew Jim would be freaked out, and he knew it'd be hilarious to see his face when he popped out from the bubbles. He took the opportunity to run his fingers through his hair and 'dust' himself free of any remaining dirt on his body, then moved beneath the water, once more. He could feel his lungs beginning to need air, and he leaned back as he surfaced so that his hair was out of his face. He wiped the bubbles and water from his eyes, then smiled wordlessly towards Jim, whom he was right next to.

(( Whoops, posted as Proteus. xDDD Oh well. >w> ))

Oh God, I am so dead. This is not good. The thought kept popping up into Jim's mind as he tried to see where Perseus was. For a moment, he wished that he had his anger back so he wouldn't feel so nervous. But he pushed that thought aside. No way did he want to feel like that again. He almost felt like he had been turning into a wolf back there. It was kind of scary to think about. Perseus suddenly popped out the water however, making Jim cry out in surprise. "Jeez, don't do that. You want me to die of a heart attack at fifteen?" he asked, although he felt his eyes widen a bit when he realized how close Perseus was to him, and he found himself gulping nervously.

Perseus chuckled at Jim's reaction, and a mischievous smirk made its way onto his lips when Jim's eyes widened. He had obviously not realized how close Perseus was... until then. "No, I don't," he replied, gliding a bit closer to him. His eyes traveled down and locked on Jim's throat as he gulped, and he moved closer, still, watching a bead of water- or perhaps sweat- drip down his neck and collarbone. The blonde slowly lifted his eyes to lock with Jim's, and he moved much closer, now far past breaking into and invading the boy's personal bubble. "So, Jim," he purred, placing a hand at the edge of the tub and tracing the other over Jim's cheek. He leaned a bit closer, softly tracing his fingertips along his jawline. Jim's skin felt as soft as ever, even when formed over his firm jaw. A corner of his mouth curled further upward. "Are you nervous?"

Jim saw Perseus coming closer and tried moving backward, the water making his movements slower than usual. But his back soon hit the edge of the tub, poking into his back. He was reminded of the last time he had been pinned against a wall and he tried moving out of the way, but Perseus was soon there, cutting off any chance of an escape with his arm. Jim felt his heart stop, like it had been frozen into a block of ice. Although he tried to resist, he still couldn't help shivering at Perseus' touch, that familiar fiery feeling coming back to him. "We...we shouldn't...not...here..." He fought to get the words out, each one shaking on his lips. He swallowed, trying to get a grip on himself.

Perseus tilted his head slightly at Jim's words, moving just a bit closer. He could practically hear Jim's heart pounding from there, but he wanted more. The blonde glanced down as Jim swallowed, again, then stared right into his eyes, flashing him a soft, but disarming smile. "Why not?" he asked, his head tilting just a little more as he paused for a moment. Then, he leaned in slowly, inhaling the mixed scents of Jim, and the bath soap, which were rather nice when together. Jim had a subtle musk, although it had become a bit heavier after the incident earlier, and when that musk mixed with the crisp scents of the soap, it made for quite the pleasing aroma. Perseus sighed softly, then leaned in, again, their lips getting closer. He traced his hand up and down Jim's jaw and neck for a moment or two, then he firmly pressed his lips to Jim's, closing his eyes.

Jim was finding it difficult to think straight. He could feel desire tugging on him like a person pulls on a dog's leash. And even though he tried to fight it, he could feel himself slowly giving in. Perseus was so close, he could feel his body heat against his, see the pupils of his eyes. The touch of his hand was driving him insane, making his brain spin like a merry-go-round that was losing control. He saw Perseus getting closer and he realized what he was about to do. "Perseus, no wait-mmph!" Anything else he wanted to say got cut off as Perseu's lips pressed against his. Everything seemed to stop for him at that moment. He just froze, his muscles seizing up as if he were in shock. His mind couldn't help but compare Perseus' kiss to Evaine's. Both were warm, but Perseus had a rougher edge to his lips, like he was aware of how much experience he had in dealing with this sort of thing.

The moment their lips were pressed together, Perseus felt a warm jolt of satisfaction course through his body. He had hardly noticed Jim's momentary protests, which he had incidentally cut off, as he pressed himself closer to the boy, running fingertips through his wet hair. His senses were on fire when he was this close to Jim, and he reveled in every moment of it, pressing their lips closer together. He inhaled through his nose, filling his mind with the intoxicating scent that was Jim, softly running his hands along Jim's body. And, as before, never once going below the waist. He pulled his lips away, and began placing kisses along the boy's jaw. He wasn't ready to let him go, quite yet. Not now that he'd gotten a taste of him, again.

Resisting was futile. Jim knew that, but he tried to anyway. His hands shook slightly as they came up with the intention of trying to push Perseus away. But halfway up, he knew that that wasn't going to happen. Not because he couldn't, but because he wouldn't. He wouldn't do it. He was starting to get that thrill again, that fire that burned up inside his chest and got bigger and bigger by the second. He had always gotten that feeling during a kiss, whether it was from Evaine or Perseus. It was the feeling of having somebody's lips against his, their body close to his, his hands running along their body, that was the feeling he craved for. And in this moment, when he was already starting to loathe himself for losing control around Leroy, he found himself wanting to put that off a while longer, to feel like he was actually worth something before the inevitable self-berating again. So, his hands instead reached up to pull Perseus closer, his mouth finally responding and moving with his.

(( My brain took forever to get inspired and write this. ;n; I apologize. ;_; ))

Perseus could feel Jim's muscles tense, loosen a bit, and then tense again in what could only be interpreted as internal conflict. Images of the last time they had been together like this flashed through his mind as he worked his lips along Jim's jawline, his fingers running through the boy's wet hair, then down his neck, and then tangling back into his hair, again. He couldn't imagine being anywhere else at the moment, he was too lost in the kiss, in the attraction he was feeling that practically sparked in the air when they were within such a close proximity. He moved his lips back up to Jim's, trying to be careful, so he wouldn't scare him off. And then his heart beat just a little faster, and he found he needed to breathe a little harder to sustain oxygen, as Jim put his hands to him, not only kissing back, but pulling him closer. He immediately hooked a hand around his waist, wanting more contact, more heat, more of Jim. He softly nipped at his bottom lip, never once pulling more than half an inch away from him, a low, almost silent, groan sounding in the back of his throat.

Jim felt his body shudder again as Perseus' lips traveled down his neck, his breath seeming to catch in his throat. It seemed like he always had trouble breathing when this happened. It was like his body just shut down, refused to corporate with the feelings and emotions rushing through his system. Perseus' lips had an almost addicting taste to them, like a drug, and it drove Jim insane. All he could think was getting more of that taste, more of that feeling. His skin seemed to tingle wherever Perseus touched it, like the buzzing of a million bees. He barely caught Perseus' moan, but it only seemed to spur him on further, to make his mouth move more roughly. His mindset was that he was pleasing Perseus, he was doing good for once. He rarely got this feeling, this knowledge that something he was doing was making another person happy. It was something he was experiencing more and more this year, but the feeling was still new enough to give him a little thrill.

Perseus could feel things heating up between them, as the kisses got a little rougher, as their hands explored a little more. Perseus gave a soft sigh, pressing himself just a bit closer. Jim reacted immediately when Perseus had moaned... did he like to please people? Perhaps... perhaps, Jim felt so insignificant, that he enjoyed any chance he got to have a positive effect on someone? Perseus paid it little thought- although a part of the back of his mind knew it was true- as he gave another approving moan when Jim's lips moved rougher against his. He traced his fingertips along his body, gliding a hand over his side as his other pulled the boy closer, their kiss deepening. He felt Jim's every movement, every shiver or shudder, and matched those reactions with more touches, more kisses, wanting nothing else but to be right there with Jim, to be this close to him, and, perhaps closer.

Jim's hand seemed to more of their own accord, tracing down the side of Perseus' neck and down to his shoulders. The skin was slightly rough under his fingers, but he loved it all the same. He could feel the other boy's chest against his: firm, strong, nothing like Jim's own body, that was just small and wiry from running away from bullies so much. He could feel himself getting slightly light-headed from forgetting to breathe every so often, but he ignored it. He didn't want to move one inch away from Perseus, didn't want to pull his lips away for a moment. A soft moan escaped his throat, the sound slightly muffled by Perseus' lips on his own. He could feel himself wanting more though, like a spoiled little kid. He just couldn't get enough of it.

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Perseus felt the rise and fall of Jim's chest, the tickle of his breaths over his skin, and he moved closer, pressing Jim against the side of the tub, running his fingertips through his hair. He traced a hand along his waist, sighing quietly at the touch of Jim's hands along his neck and shoulder. This was a way of killing time that he could get used to, but he knew he couldn't get too used to it, because the boy was still far too shy, unready for much more. But the playful part of him wanted to see just how far he could take it, before he was told to stop. A chill ran up his spine at the sound that came from Jim's throat, and a corner of his lips curled up into a smile. He nipped at his bottom lip, then pressed their lips firmly together, again, groaning at his taste. He was delicious, and he couldn't get enough of that taste.

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Despite Perseus' hands being rather large compared to Jim's, he could still feel them move gently against his head, feeling a slight pull as they ran through his hair. Jim still considered himself mediocre in things like this, especially compared to Perseus, who was an expert. But so far, it seemed like things were steadily rising, climbing higher and higher until Jim wasn't sure how much higher they could go. He could feel the edge of the tub pressing into his back as Perseus kissed him harder, making Jim's nerves race even faster. All he could do was kiss him back and hope that he was good enough to keep around a little longer.

Perseus' hands moved to Jim's waist, hooking around it, and holding him tight. The kiss was intense, and he could fell Jim's body heating as much as his own was. He gathered a bit of willpower, and then pulled his lips from Jim's by half an inch, his breaths ragged, as he placed hot kisses down his jaw and neck. Upon his lips meeting his throat, he immediately grazed his teeth across the flesh, then kissed it, lapping slightly at the skin. He nipped softly, careful not to make any marks, as his hands caressed his waist. He pulled his lips back up and pressed them back into Jim's, his heart racing. This was hardly enough, he thought to himself, but willed himself not to go any farther, despite his intense urges to do just that.

Jim felt his breath catch yet again, still another sign that every moment of this was still new and thrilling in his eyes. His skin tingled like electricity as Perseus' lips brushed against them. As Perseus' teeth nipped against his neck, he felt his heart shudder like a rusty car engine. His hands gripping tight against the blonde's shoulders, his breathing heavy, almost as if he was afraid. To tell the truth, he wasn't sure if he was or not. Everything just seemed to be focused on him and Perseus. Nothing else mattered. His eyes almost fluttered shut as Perseus kissed him again, like he was woozy.

Perseus heard every breath that Jim did or didn't make, how they would hitch differently with every different thing he did. It was a familiar feeling, being able to manipulate someone's reactions, but when it was done in this way, for those kinds of reactions, he gained a sense of accomplishment that was an entirely different level than everyday interaction. He leaned closer to him, deepening the kiss and running his hands up and down his waist, wanting to memorize every curve of his body. For a moment, he continued, almost as if he were going to take it farther, but then he stopped, and slowly pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. He stared down at Jim, his eyes clouded over with lust, but still aware of the fragile situation, and silently asking Jim if this was all they could do.

Jim's heart seemed to start and stop every few seconds, making him feel even more disoriented than usual. Pleasure seemed to touch every part of him, inside and out. Perseus' hands left his nerves tingling wherever they went. His mouth moved roughly with his, letting himself revel in the moment. But as Perseus' hand wandered further downward, he felt himself tense up, despite the haze he was in. Almost as if instinctive, his hand shot out and grabbed Perseus' wrist, stopping him from going any further. "Don't..." The word didn't come out as sternly as he wanted, but it was the most he could muster at the moment.