Atticus blinked. How awkward, he was usually used to being on the bottom, not that he minded in particular. "You ever done this kind of thing before?" Atticus questioned while blowing a strand of hair off his face.

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Charles laughed, "No. But I could learn now."

Atticus flipped himself off of Charles. "Well, supposedly you're supposed to have practice first, or it isn't fun." he retorted flatly, while rubbing his back. Flipping his hair with the palm of his hand, he smirked. "Well, lets practice, shall we?"

Charles stared at him. "Well you had better get started now. I have class in fifteen minutes." He undid his tie and threw it off to the side nonchalantly, shrugging. "It was getting in the way."

Atticus snorted. "Is that the best you can do?" He quickly undid his coat buttons and chucked his coat onto the floor in triumph. Grinning crookedly at Charles, Atticus retorted: "Now that was getting in the way."

"Touche." Charles grinned and relieved himself of his coat and his shirt, leaving his upper anatomy in an undershirt. "Your turn."

Atticus grinned. "Now, now. You didn't think I'd remove these so soon, did you?" he asked, thrusting a slender finger at his pants. "Make me."

"I'll make you..." Charles said, looming over (well, as far as a short seventeen year old can over a nineteen year old) Atticus, "And more."

Atticus licked his lips. "Let's see you try," he purred. "I'm not easy, I'll promise you that." (Atticus teh kitten)

"I beg to differ." Charles grinned and started towards the other boy.

Atticus smirked (again). "Hm, let's see how good you are then, shall we?"

Charles offered him a tongue. "Better than you!"

Atticus snorted. "Mhm, I'm sure you can." Pulling the other boy closer, Atticus' grey eyes scanned him like a radar (not invented yet at the time period). "I say your pants are unnecessary, ya?"

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"I concur. Wouldn't we also agree that your pants are unnecessary?" Charles looped his fingers underneath the lining of Atticus' trousers and gave a slight tug. Sometimes he felt that their flirting was so intellectual that it wasn't flirting at all, but a heated debate. And when he said 'heated'- God, did he mean heated.

Atticus slightly frowned. "Why Charles, I'm disappointed. Is that the best you can do?" Atticus taunted, poking Charles on the chest with a slender pale finger. "And I thought you were good."

"Well, you've never been on top! So we're even, anyways." Charles snapped, "And you have more work to do when you're on top!" Reluctantly, he lowered himself back down on to the table. Hell if Charles was going to be a submissive, blushing fool.

ATticus frowned yet again, and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. Placing the palm of his hands on the surface of the table, he leaned closer to Charles until their foreheads met. Closing his eyes, his lips met those of Charles's. After a second or so of savoring the sweet taste, Atticus finally parted his lips from Charles, and whiffed in a nice bunch of air. Smiling poisonously, he retorted: "Your turn."

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"What are we doing?" Charles snorted lightly, "Punch me, punch you?" He rested a hand on Atticus' leg and dragged upward, stopping at the metal clasp on his pants. Charles tentatively picked at it, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Have you pants gotten tighter, now? You really should remove them for me. By the way... your turn."

Atticus punched Charles playfully in the arm. "Well, aren't you going to punch me back?" he taunted.

Charles had lost all hope. "School is in five minutes." He picked up the rest of his discarded clothes, and remembered to give Atticus the death glare as he reached for his tie.

Atticus shoved on his shirt and crossed his arms." Haha, looks like someone needs to go to school." he teased, and stuck out his tongue. All Atticus really had to do was go to work and watch people work while at it. Maybe grab some tea with that or otherwise. Work was fun, and this poor kid had to go learn him some books. "Have fun." Atticus said smugly.

"College!" Charles corrected over his shoulder, trying as hard as he could to smooth down the bulge in his pants. "And you're older, so it's no fair anyways..." He trailed off quietly and closed the porch door behind him.

Atticus kicked the door back open. "Technically, I can get in. I'm invisible to the female eye, you see. I can enter both lavatories unoticed, you know? " Shifting his eyes from the road ahead to his pants, he added, "Have fun in school. Expect to bump into minior 'interruptions'" Atticus then rubbed Charles on the shoulder and winked. Pulling back a strand of black hair behind his ear, Atticus strode back into the house to make "preparations".

College was boring- it was teetering on the edge of challenge. But only by a margin, and that was about 20% of the time. Yes, it was definitely easy.