Author: Run for the Hills PM
University boy Julian Hargraves is a total Party Boy (on weekends, anyways) He considers himself abit of a player, but will he stay that way once he meets Alexander Byrne? (BoyxBoy, don't like, don't read)Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,746 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 01-10-13 - Published: 01-06-13 - id: 3089996
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Hey guys, this is my first story on here.
I have written stories before, but yeah, I'm a bit of a noobie.
This is gonna be a multi-chapter'd story, btw.
Warnings: yaoi (BoyxBoy) probably not a lemon, mostly just lime, but I might write one chapter of pure lemony goodness, if that's what people want ;)
(if people do, I will change the rating to M, of course)
Enjoy and review, please!
Chapter one: Room-mate
How is my badass mate going?
Anyways, my little group of friends here is finally starting to expand! Now they don't really care about me being bi, yay.
Everyone used to think I was gay, well, until I had one heck of a make out session with some girl at a party. Now everyone knows that I'm just bisexual.
I live in a dorm room, by myself at the moment, at a nice University.
It's for the higher classed people, but not too high class; not the 'Oh my gosh, I've got a bloody tutor!' type, lower than that.
Maybe just higher than middle class.
My room has a view of the outdoor pool and the small-ass cafe we have.
The coffee's actually alright, which is good.
But the cake is crap, way too dry.
I guess I'm lucky that I have a mini fridge and there's a supermarket down the road.
So, back to my wonderful room.
My bed sits against the wall, right near the window (so I can sneak out and do bad stuff)
I have three large posters on said wall; one Bon Jovi (the one you gave me for Christmas last year, remember?), one Nirvana and one Bowling for Soup.
I have a bathroom, like most of the one hundred and twenty rooms at the University.
It's kinda small, no bathtub. The shower's a bitch to get into; I stub my toe everytime I get into the shower and the shower curtin always sticks to my legs. It's freaking annoying, let me tell you!
So, I gotz a party to go to tonight, I'll send you another email if anything goes on. ;)
I sent the email to my friend Kieran, who lived on the other side of the country. We didn't talk much on the phone anymore, but we did email each other frequently.
My name's Julian Hargraves.
I'm roughly six foot two but sadly, I'm not that muscley, despite the fact I do work out (once a week, if I can drag my ass out of bed early enough) but I do have a rather nice body.
I have annoyingly long eyelashes, hazel/brown eyes and bronze-y, almost blonde hair.
Ha, I know, I sound like a total pretty boy.
I slouched in my chair, at my desk, staring out the window.
Nah, I'm leaving out information on that one; staring at the pretty girls at the pool.
They're bloody idiots, splashing around, trying to get the guys who're watching them.
If I was down there, I'd probably be getting the same treatment; getting flirted with left right and center.
Yay for being sexy.
I yawned loudly, rubbing at my eyes.
Yet another late night, studying.
But tonight was gonna be a different type of late night; partying.
I was renown for being a party boy and I was the only Uni student who could get his hands on anything, from alcohol to smokes, and I stold them cheap. And no, I haven't been caught yet.
I checked through my emails, bored until I came to one particular email:
'Dear Julian Hargraves,
This email to inform you that you are getting a new room-mate either tonight or tomorrow morning.
Sorry for the late informance, our computers weren't working yesterday.
Niel, PA to the Head Master'
The only good thing about that was the room-mate was obviously going to be a guy.
Maybe even a hot guy.
Nah, I was dreaming.
A knock on my door made me jump.
"Come in!" I yelled, and soon after, a red-head named Sonja stepped in, some black-haired guy with blue eyes followed.
"This is Alexander, your room-mate" Sonja said, smiling.
"What?!" I said, hurriedly checking through my emails again.
I found the email and swore when I saw that the email was from earlier this morning.
It turns out I'd forgotten to check my emails this morning.
Talk about being unprepared.
The guy, Alexander, snorted and moved over to the spare bed I had in my room, specially for if I had a room-mate.
"Is that your way of saying 'Hi' ?" he asked, Irish accent making me suddenly like this guy more.
Damn I love the Irish. That accent is just sexy.
"No, sorry. I just wasn't prepared" I apologised, closing my Mac and then I walked over to him, holding out my hand.
"The name's Julian Hargraves, but everyone calls me Jules"
Alexander put a black duffel bag he had slung over one shoulder onto his bed and shook my hand.
I smiled and stepped back, returning to my bed, then I realized Sonja was still here.
She smiled at me.
"Going to the party?" she asked.
"I wasn't but if you are, I will. It'll be more fun with you there" she said, winking and walking out of my (okay, Alexander's too) room.
"You right there?" I asked, looking at Alexander, barely catching him looking, but he looked away and grinned.
"Of course, Jules"
God, it sounds amazing when he says my name. I wonder how it'd sound if he was moaning it...
I knew I blushed at that, 'cause he laughed and started unpacking his clothes into his side of the wardrobe.
Yep, we had to share a damn wardrobe.
I went back to reading my emails, then went on Facebook.
Three new friend requests that I declined.
All three were from girls, all probably in the 'Jules is so sexy' club.
I got bored after updating my status to
'Ermagerd, party party party!'
So I just turned my Mac off and sat looking out the window again.
I think Alexander got bored of the silence after he'd finished unpacking, because he started looking around the room.
"Nirvana? Really?" he asked.
"Yeah, what of it?"
"Nothin' nothin'. You heard of Black Veil Brides?"
I smirked but bit back a rude reply when I saw how serious he looked.
"Yes. The emo-rock band, right?"
He snorted and turned to his bag, pulling out one large poster.
"You could call it that, yeah"
I then started really looking at him.
Black hair with one dark green streak through it, long fringe. He was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, and a dark gray 'I will kill the next person who yells YOLO' shirt.
He wore a long sleeved shirt under that one, so I guess he's either hiding something or has body temperature problems.
Alexander finished putting up the poster and turned back to me, frowning.
"Checkin' me out much?"
I shrugged, grinning.
"You'll get used to it; I'm bisexual"
I nodded, satisfied with the weird look on Alexander's face and asked, "You coming to the party tonight?"
He stopped and stared at me.
"I wasn't invited..." he said slowly.
I waved my hand in front of my face, dismissing that.
"No invitation needed, honey. It's at the indoor pool, we've got the teachers to agree to us using it so long as we don't make a huge mess"
I gave him my most pleading look, pouting slightly.
"Pleeeease, for me?" I whined.
Alexander sighed, finally giving in.
"Fine, I'll go. What's in it for me?"
"Dude, it's a party; alcohol, chicks"
"I'm not really into chicks"
I looked up at him, and saw he was blushing.
He nodded, blushing more.
"There's a few gay guys here, openly gay." I said slowly.
"Uh huh. There's one you'd love. You should come, then you'd get to meet him~"
"Good. I'll come" Alexander said, smiling wickedly at me.
Crap, this guy scares the shit outta me already. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::