[CLOSED] together in paris.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Cole opening his mouth was all the invitation parasitic Baz needed. Sane Baz knew better, but sane Baz was long gone. "You know what else you can do with your mouth?" He asked with half a smirk, tracing his fingers over his cheek, his other hand slowly working it's way into the boy's hair.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole's eyebrows furrowed some at the question, but the touches were distracting and he tilted his head some, unaware of what was going wrong, how completely vulnerable he was. He bit his lip for a moment, then released it.

[sebastian marque manneville]

When Cole drew his eyebrows together, Baz rose one. He carefully undone the button on his jeans, grabbing Cole's wrist and leading it towards the bulge at the front of his pants. "Come on.. It's just you and me.. You don't even have to take your jeans off.. Please, mon amour.." He slowly ran his fingers through his hair.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole drew in a breath as his wrist was taken and his hand was placed at the front of Baz's jeans. He swallowed, cheeks hot, and gazed up at him slowly. Lips parted a bit, unsure. He'd done it to Cole once before, but Cole wasn't so sure he was ready for the task at hand yet. Especially with the way his wrist was being held, the odd look in Baz's eyes. Suddenly he seemed more like August than Baz. He opened his mouth again, searching for what to say. "I-..." But he couldn't even find words.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz groaned, arching his hips up against Cole's hand. "Cole.. Seriously.. If my jeans get any tighter.." He trailed off, clenching his teeth together. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he was tempted to force the boy into doing it instead of asking nicely. "/Please/.. I'm so tired of my hand.. Just once, okay?" He breathed, slowly running his fingers up his arm.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole huffed. It was so unlike Sebastian to jump right to something... He tried to take his hand back, eyebrows furrowing stubbornly as he gazed up at him, searching his face in confusion. 'I dunno if I can..' He thought dejectedly, chewing on his lip before letting it go. But again he was at a loss of what to say.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"Oh my God, Cole! Are you waiting on Christmas?!" Baz asked, clearly agitated as he pushed the boy away from him and climbed off the bed. "You're so fucking stupid sometimes. You act like you're some sort of child or something. Why don't you try growing the fuck up for once? Half the time you act like I've never even kissed you before." He threw his hands up. "I won't kiss you anymore, okay? Fucking forget it. I won't even touch you. You can go the fuck home in the morning for all I FUCKING CARE." He shoved his bag off the bed as he passed, storming out of the room.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole flinched as he was shoved away. "Baz I-
'Why don't you fucking grow up for once?' Those words rang in his ears, and suddenly he was back at school, kids poking fun.
'Grow up.' 'Baby.' 'What are you, a fucking mute?'
Baz was still screaming, and he watched him go, confused and hurt, tears rolling steadily down his cheeks. He curled up on the bed alone with shaky breaths, rubbing at his eyes. "'M sorry.." He choked brokenly. "I don't wanna lose nothing nomore... I don't wanna be hurt..." But Baz had already left the room.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz walked until he found himself halfway down the hall, tears falling down his cheeks. 'Baz I-' He didn't even know what had happened.. He'd gone from playing with Cole's hair to crying in the middle of the hall. He slowly walked back, a horrible knot in his throat. He pushed open the door, but seeing Cole curled up like that broke his heart. He walked over to him, hugging him tightly. "Cole.. Don't cry, please.." He pleaded, nearly sobbing himself. He couldn't stand seeing him cry.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole tensed as the arms wrapped around him. "No!" He sobbed fearfully, trying to scramble away. "Wha'd'you want from me?! I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." He began to sob until he was gagging softly, confused and frightened. Baz had just screamed at him and now he was hugging him, telling him not to cry. He shuddered, scooting further, and hit the floor with a whimper. But he just curled up again, wiping at his eyes.