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Do I really have to do this?” Timmy practically whined as he stepped out into the chilly fall air, his best friend and partner in crime following close behind. The eighteen-year-old shivered, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the biting wind or if it was just his body preparing himself for the task at hand. His eyes shone with worry and the apprehension was clear on his face. It was clear that whatever he was alluding to, it was something Tim was not excited for.
His friend looked back at him as if he had suddenly sprouted another head. “Dude,” He said incredulously, “Do you want to join or not?” It was currently initiation time at the prestigious AU and freshman Timothy Valaoritis was one of the lucky few that was chosen to be recruited into the exclusive frat Rho Pi Gamma. If there was a pecking order at the university, RPG were clearly the top dogs. The boys in this frat were either so rich they shat gold or were so athletic that they were all muscles and no brain. For some reason, the frat seemed to think that Timmy was worthy of joining their ranks. It probably had something to do with the fact that Tim was very quickly earning the reputation of being a jock on campus thanks to his position on the soccer team. Apparently, they seemed to see something promising in him.
Personally, Tim wasn’t too thrilled about the prospect since he knew his roommate Rafail Marikas was in the frat and Tim would much rather ignore the dude if given the option, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. The best frat on campus wanted him? If he turned it down he’d be an outcast and he was planning on being here for the next few years.
Though he wasn’t going to lie, the list of demands he had almost made the prospect of being a loner seem more desirable.
The pair of friends walked away from the dorm building, the newest recruit almost tried to bury himself into his jacket, avoiding eye contact with everyone they passed as his best friend kept snickering to himself as he kept trying to direct Tim’s attention to the garbage bag in his hand, clearly enjoying the embarrassment that was already written all over Tim’s face. Few words were exchanged between them as they made their way to a busy part of campus. The darker haired lad stopped at a bench in the center of the open space and said while turning to Tim with a cheeky grin on his face, “Alright, time to strip pretty boy.”
“Here?” Tim practically shouted, clearly in protesting the heavy foot traffic that he knew he passed by this bench. “I am not doing this here!”
“Oh yes you are,” His second snapped back, already fishing something out of the bag. All Tim saw was a blur of navy blue fabric. He didn’t want to think about what it was. “Your big is watching. He stressed that if you didn’t do this, you can kiss RPG goodbye. Now strip.”
For a moment, Tim seemed to weigh his options before he reluctantly reached for the top button of his heavy coat and slowly undid it. After pulling it off, he handed it over to the best friend who shoved it into the bag along with the shirt and jeans that followed shortly after.
Standing there, shivering in the cold, Tim finally kicked off his shoes before he was finally handed his only solace against the biting cold during this hour-long torture. A soft, plush blanket that was a mismatch of many different shades of blue, primarily those of a darker color. There was something off about it, but it wasn’t truly noticeable until Tim sat on the edge of the bench and pulled the blanket over his bare legs. Slipping into it almost like it was a sleeping bag, it was now painfully obvious why Timaeus did not want to be out here, undressed from the waist up.
It was a freaking mermaid blanket.
His big was making him dress like a mermaid in the middle of campus. To make matters worse? He had to pretend to be one as well. A freaking fish out of the water.
Good god, Tim hated this school.
Slipping his feet into the supported fins at the bottom, he asked the only lucky one in this scenario, “So how long do I need to stay out here again?” As if he didn’t already know. It was just Tim hoping against hope that someone, anyone would take pity on him and reduce the time.
No such luck.
“An hour.” His friend said curtly as he gathered up the rest of Tim’s discarded clothes. “Don’t forget, he’s watching. You break character or leave before I come back for you…” He trailed off at the end, not needing to say what they both knew. Tim would lose his chance if he couldn’t do it.
Satisfied that he had everything, his best friend then gave him a small nod and a few short words of encouragement before running off to hide Tim’s clothes, per his big’s instructions. Tim shook his head slightly and rubbed his temples as he noticed out of the corner of his eyes that a crowd was forming, all to laugh at this strange boy, dressed like a mermaid in the middle of campus without a shirt.
His eyes glanced up to meet with a rather pretty girl who was smirking at the sight. Oh well, He silently thought before breathing a deep sigh of relief and resigning himself to his fate, at least I know I’m fit.
Turning his body to face the small group, showing off the abs that came with being a member of the soccer team, he quickly said in an annoying fake voice, “Please. I need some water. I haven’t been to the ocean in days. I’m soooo parched.”
He internally winced at his own words. Good god, what the hell was he doing? This was hell on earth to him.
Though, with any luck, his big was hopefully enjoying his suffering.
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Do I really have to do this?” Timmy practically whined as he stepped out into the chilly fall air, his best friend and partner in crime following close behind. The eighteen-year-old shivered, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the biting wind or if it was just his body preparing himself for the task at hand. His eyes shone with worry and the apprehension was clear on his face. It was clear that whatever he was alluding to, it was something Tim was not excited for.
His friend looked back at him as if he had suddenly sprouted another head. “Dude,” He said incredulously, “Do you want to join or not?” It was currently initiation time at the prestigious AU and freshman Timothy Valaoritis was one of the lucky few that was chosen to be recruited into the exclusive frat Rho Pi Gamma. If there was a pecking order at the university, RPG were clearly the top dogs. The boys in this frat were either so rich they shat gold or were so athletic that they were all muscles and no brain. For some reason, the frat seemed to think that Timmy was worthy of joining their ranks. It probably had something to do with the fact that Tim was very quickly earning the reputation of being a jock on campus thanks to his position on the soccer team. Apparently, they seemed to see something promising in him.
Personally, Tim wasn’t too thrilled about the prospect since he knew his roommate Rafail Marikas was in the frat and Tim would much rather ignore the dude if given the option, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. The best frat on campus wanted him? If he turned it down he’d be an outcast and he was planning on being here for the next few years.
Though he wasn’t going to lie, the list of demands he had almost made the prospect of being a loner seem more desirable.
The pair of friends walked away from the dorm building, the newest recruit almost tried to bury himself into his jacket, avoiding eye contact with everyone they passed as his best friend kept snickering to himself as he kept trying to direct Tim’s attention to the garbage bag in his hand, clearly enjoying the embarrassment that was already written all over Tim’s face. Few words were exchanged between them as they made their way to a busy part of campus. The darker haired lad stopped at a bench in the center of the open space and said while turning to Tim with a cheeky grin on his face, “Alright, time to strip pretty boy.”
“Here?” Tim practically shouted, clearly in protesting the heavy foot traffic that he knew he passed by this bench. “I am not doing this here!”
“Oh yes you are,” His second snapped back, already fishing something out of the bag. All Tim saw was a blur of navy blue fabric. He didn’t want to think about what it was. “Your big is watching. He stressed that if you didn’t do this, you can kiss RPG goodbye. Now strip.”
For a moment, Tim seemed to weigh his options before he reluctantly reached for the top button of his heavy coat and slowly undid it. After pulling it off, he handed it over to the best friend who shoved it into the bag along with the shirt and jeans that followed shortly after.
Standing there, shivering in the cold, Tim finally kicked off his shoes before he was finally handed his only solace against the biting cold during this hour-long torture. A soft, plush blanket that was a mismatch of many different shades of blue, primarily those of a darker color. There was something off about it, but it wasn’t truly noticeable until Tim sat on the edge of the bench and pulled the blanket over his bare legs. Slipping into it almost like it was a sleeping bag, it was now painfully obvious why Timaeus did not want to be out here, undressed from the waist up.
It was a freaking mermaid blanket.
His big was making him dress like a mermaid in the middle of campus. To make matters worse? He had to pretend to be one as well. A freaking fish out of the water.
Good god, Tim hated this school.
Slipping his feet into the supported fins at the bottom, he asked the only lucky one in this scenario, “So how long do I need to stay out here again?” As if he didn’t already know. It was just Tim hoping against hope that someone, anyone would take pity on him and reduce the time.
No such luck.
“An hour.” His friend said curtly as he gathered up the rest of Tim’s discarded clothes. “Don’t forget, he’s watching. You break character or leave before I come back for you…” He trailed off at the end, not needing to say what they both knew. Tim would lose his chance if he couldn’t do it.
Satisfied that he had everything, his best friend then gave him a small nod and a few short words of encouragement before running off to hide Tim’s clothes, per his big’s instructions. Tim shook his head slightly and rubbed his temples as he noticed out of the corner of his eyes that a crowd was forming, all to laugh at this strange boy, dressed like a mermaid in the middle of campus without a shirt.
His eyes glanced up to meet with a rather pretty girl who was smirking at the sight. Oh well, He silently thought before breathing a deep sigh of relief and resigning himself to his fate, at least I know I’m fit.
Turning his body to face the small group, showing off the abs that came with being a member of the soccer team, he quickly said in an annoying fake voice, “Please. I need some water. I haven’t been to the ocean in days. I’m soooo parched.”
He internally winced at his own words. Good god, what the hell was he doing? This was hell on earth to him.
Though, with any luck, his big was hopefully enjoying his suffering.
Do I really have to do this?” Timmy practically whined as he stepped out into the chilly fall air, his best friend and partner in crime following close behind. The eighteen-year-old shivered, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the biting wind or if it was just his body preparing himself for the task at hand. His eyes shone with worry and the apprehension was clear on his face. It was clear that whatever he was alluding to, it was something Tim was not excited for.
His friend looked back at him as if he had suddenly sprouted another head. “Dude,” He said incredulously, “Do you want to join or not?” It was currently initiation time at the prestigious AU and freshman Timothy Valaoritis was one of the lucky few that was chosen to be recruited into the exclusive frat Rho Pi Gamma. If there was a pecking order at the university, RPG were clearly the top dogs. The boys in this frat were either so rich they shat gold or were so athletic that they were all muscles and no brain. For some reason, the frat seemed to think that Timmy was worthy of joining their ranks. It probably had something to do with the fact that Tim was very quickly earning the reputation of being a jock on campus thanks to his position on the soccer team. Apparently, they seemed to see something promising in him.
Personally, Tim wasn’t too thrilled about the prospect since he knew his roommate Rafail Marikas was in the frat and Tim would much rather ignore the dude if given the option, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. The best frat on campus wanted him? If he turned it down he’d be an outcast and he was planning on being here for the next few years.
Though he wasn’t going to lie, the list of demands he had almost made the prospect of being a loner seem more desirable.
The pair of friends walked away from the dorm building, the newest recruit almost tried to bury himself into his jacket, avoiding eye contact with everyone they passed as his best friend kept snickering to himself as he kept trying to direct Tim’s attention to the garbage bag in his hand, clearly enjoying the embarrassment that was already written all over Tim’s face. Few words were exchanged between them as they made their way to a busy part of campus. The darker haired lad stopped at a bench in the center of the open space and said while turning to Tim with a cheeky grin on his face, “Alright, time to strip pretty boy.”
“Here?” Tim practically shouted, clearly in protesting the heavy foot traffic that he knew he passed by this bench. “I am not doing this here!”
“Oh yes you are,” His second snapped back, already fishing something out of the bag. All Tim saw was a blur of navy blue fabric. He didn’t want to think about what it was. “Your big is watching. He stressed that if you didn’t do this, you can kiss RPG goodbye. Now strip.”
For a moment, Tim seemed to weigh his options before he reluctantly reached for the top button of his heavy coat and slowly undid it. After pulling it off, he handed it over to the best friend who shoved it into the bag along with the shirt and jeans that followed shortly after.
Standing there, shivering in the cold, Tim finally kicked off his shoes before he was finally handed his only solace against the biting cold during this hour-long torture. A soft, plush blanket that was a mismatch of many different shades of blue, primarily those of a darker color. There was something off about it, but it wasn’t truly noticeable until Tim sat on the edge of the bench and pulled the blanket over his bare legs. Slipping into it almost like it was a sleeping bag, it was now painfully obvious why Timaeus did not want to be out here, undressed from the waist up.
It was a freaking mermaid blanket.
His big was making him dress like a mermaid in the middle of campus. To make matters worse? He had to pretend to be one as well. A freaking fish out of the water.
Good god, Tim hated this school.
Slipping his feet into the supported fins at the bottom, he asked the only lucky one in this scenario, “So how long do I need to stay out here again?” As if he didn’t already know. It was just Tim hoping against hope that someone, anyone would take pity on him and reduce the time.
No such luck.
“An hour.” His friend said curtly as he gathered up the rest of Tim’s discarded clothes. “Don’t forget, he’s watching. You break character or leave before I come back for you…” He trailed off at the end, not needing to say what they both knew. Tim would lose his chance if he couldn’t do it.
Satisfied that he had everything, his best friend then gave him a small nod and a few short words of encouragement before running off to hide Tim’s clothes, per his big’s instructions. Tim shook his head slightly and rubbed his temples as he noticed out of the corner of his eyes that a crowd was forming, all to laugh at this strange boy, dressed like a mermaid in the middle of campus without a shirt.
His eyes glanced up to meet with a rather pretty girl who was smirking at the sight. Oh well, He silently thought before breathing a deep sigh of relief and resigning himself to his fate, at least I know I’m fit.
Turning his body to face the small group, showing off the abs that came with being a member of the soccer team, he quickly said in an annoying fake voice, “Please. I need some water. I haven’t been to the ocean in days. I’m soooo parched.”
He internally winced at his own words. Good god, what the hell was he doing? This was hell on earth to him.
Though, with any luck, his big was hopefully enjoying his suffering.
]Rafail may have loathed almost every part of the university experience but even he, with his naturally sullen nature, had to admit there were some entertaining moments. It was one of the primary reasons he had agreed to join a fraternity in the first place - that and, well, he was a part of the Marikas legacy and they had been simply dying to have him, so they'd said. He had been given a less hardening initiation than some of the less affluent applicants and, while it had not been overly harsh, one would be hard-pressed to call it especially kind. But names carried some incredible privilege, and Rafail was the sort who had always enjoyed exploiting that for all it was worth.
That said, the man whole-heartedly believed that there was a difference between those who deserved a position through wealth or prestige and those who earned it through sporting prowess. The latter should be forced to suffer far more to prove their worth and, as such, whenever he had a part in organising any initiation events, he made a point of ensuring they were the most humiliating things he could imagine. And this year, praise be, he had received the perfect target for his ideas, with all the freedom in the world to do as he willed to them.
Timothy Valaoritis.
When Rafail had arrived at AU for his final year just a few months earlier, he had been expecting to find his comfortable single room waiting for his return with all his necessary personal requirements fulfilled and the special treatment he liked so much. Instead, he had seen his room invaded by some poor kid (allegedly the boy had a scholarship of some kind, and that was just a sure sign of poverty) who, he had been informed, would be sharing the chamber with him for the rest of the year. And why, you might ask? Why was Rafail Marikas, of all people, being forced to share a room? Because they were overfull and they couldn't be providing single rooms. And when Daddy couldn't solve his problems for him, then those problems were sheer bullshit.
And Tim, his roommate, he was an absolute nightmare. So needy, and always in his way. He had an irritating habit of leaving his belongings all over Rafail's room, and that alone was unacceptable, and even worse when coupled with the fact that, inexplicably, he had no love for Rafail. It almost seemed a joke that he, of all people, would be the person he'd end up paired with.
Luckily, he had been gifted this fantastic opportunity to torture the man and, oh, he would.
On this beautiful morning in late October, Tim would find himself more publically humiliated than he had ever been in the past, and Rafail would most definitely enjoy the show. He had been instructed to spend one hour of his morning dressed as a mermaid on the front quad, reclining on a bench right in the centre of everything and right where every student and professor would pass by, forbidden to break character the entire time. It was bound to be exquisite, and that was the sole reason why Rafail found himself visiting the quad on that unusually chilly morning. He knew full well too that Tim would have to be struggling through his task in nothing more than a mermaid-tail shaped blanket, clothes hidden until later, and that, as a result, he would be freezing.
It was the reason why Rafail had chosen to wear a black-and-white-dyed mink coat over his light-coloured suit, both keeping himself aptly warm and taunting his target at once. It felt a suitable mockery.
Timothy was not hard to spot on the lawn. Not only was the man already well aware of where the initiate was being forced to carry out his task, having instructed it in careful detail himself, but he had already been surrounded by a suitably sized group, all primed and ready to photograph him and upload the images all over the internet. With any luck, he'd be comfortably insulted worldwide within a few weeks. Rafail had enough followers himself to ensure something like that happened.
"Timothy!" he called out to the boy in an overly cheery manner as he approached, pushing through the crowd to the front of the group and settling himself with an arm wrapped around the shoulders of the prettiest girl there who was already giggling at Tim's suffering, pulling off his sunglasses to tuck them into the front pocket of his blazer. "Aren't you looking lovely?" Rafail waited for some acknowledgement of the teasing from the crowd, a slight chuckle at least, before he pulled out his phone with a spare hand to snap a quick picture of his victim when a follow-up thought crossed his mind, and he naturally found himself smirking. "Oh, hey, Tim, do remind me. Who's the best looking man in the world?"
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]Rafail may have loathed almost every part of the university experience but even he, with his naturally sullen nature, had to admit there were some entertaining moments. It was one of the primary reasons he had agreed to join a fraternity in the first place - that and, well, he was a part of the Marikas legacy and they had been simply dying to have him, so they'd said. He had been given a less hardening initiation than some of the less affluent applicants and, while it had not been overly harsh, one would be hard-pressed to call it especially kind. But names carried some incredible privilege, and Rafail was the sort who had always enjoyed exploiting that for all it was worth.
That said, the man whole-heartedly believed that there was a difference between those who deserved a position through wealth or prestige and those who earned it through sporting prowess. The latter should be forced to suffer far more to prove their worth and, as such, whenever he had a part in organising any initiation events, he made a point of ensuring they were the most humiliating things he could imagine. And this year, praise be, he had received the perfect target for his ideas, with all the freedom in the world to do as he willed to them.
Timothy Valaoritis.
When Rafail had arrived at AU for his final year just a few months earlier, he had been expecting to find his comfortable single room waiting for his return with all his necessary personal requirements fulfilled and the special treatment he liked so much. Instead, he had seen his room invaded by some poor kid (allegedly the boy had a scholarship of some kind, and that was just a sure sign of poverty) who, he had been informed, would be sharing the chamber with him for the rest of the year. And why, you might ask? Why was Rafail Marikas, of all people, being forced to share a room? Because they were overfull and they couldn't be providing single rooms. And when Daddy couldn't solve his problems for him, then those problems were sheer bullshit.
And Tim, his roommate, he was an absolute nightmare. So needy, and always in his way. He had an irritating habit of leaving his belongings all over Rafail's room, and that alone was unacceptable, and even worse when coupled with the fact that, inexplicably, he had no love for Rafail. It almost seemed a joke that he, of all people, would be the person he'd end up paired with.
Luckily, he had been gifted this fantastic opportunity to torture the man and, oh, he would.
On this beautiful morning in late October, Tim would find himself more publically humiliated than he had ever been in the past, and Rafail would most definitely enjoy the show. He had been instructed to spend one hour of his morning dressed as a mermaid on the front quad, reclining on a bench right in the centre of everything and right where every student and professor would pass by, forbidden to break character the entire time. It was bound to be exquisite, and that was the sole reason why Rafail found himself visiting the quad on that unusually chilly morning. He knew full well too that Tim would have to be struggling through his task in nothing more than a mermaid-tail shaped blanket, clothes hidden until later, and that, as a result, he would be freezing.
It was the reason why Rafail had chosen to wear a black-and-white-dyed mink coat over his light-coloured suit, both keeping himself aptly warm and taunting his target at once. It felt a suitable mockery.
Timothy was not hard to spot on the lawn. Not only was the man already well aware of where the initiate was being forced to carry out his task, having instructed it in careful detail himself, but he had already been surrounded by a suitably sized group, all primed and ready to photograph him and upload the images all over the internet. With any luck, he'd be comfortably insulted worldwide within a few weeks. Rafail had enough followers himself to ensure something like that happened.
"Timothy!" he called out to the boy in an overly cheery manner as he approached, pushing through the crowd to the front of the group and settling himself with an arm wrapped around the shoulders of the prettiest girl there who was already giggling at Tim's suffering, pulling off his sunglasses to tuck them into the front pocket of his blazer. "Aren't you looking lovely?" Rafail waited for some acknowledgement of the teasing from the crowd, a slight chuckle at least, before he pulled out his phone with a spare hand to snap a quick picture of his victim when a follow-up thought crossed his mind, and he naturally found himself smirking. "Oh, hey, Tim, do remind me. Who's the best looking man in the world?"
]Rafail may have loathed almost every part of the university experience but even he, with his naturally sullen nature, had to admit there were some entertaining moments. It was one of the primary reasons he had agreed to join a fraternity in the first place - that and, well, he was a part of the Marikas legacy and they had been simply dying to have him, so they'd said. He had been given a less hardening initiation than some of the less affluent applicants and, while it had not been overly harsh, one would be hard-pressed to call it especially kind. But names carried some incredible privilege, and Rafail was the sort who had always enjoyed exploiting that for all it was worth.
That said, the man whole-heartedly believed that there was a difference between those who deserved a position through wealth or prestige and those who earned it through sporting prowess. The latter should be forced to suffer far more to prove their worth and, as such, whenever he had a part in organising any initiation events, he made a point of ensuring they were the most humiliating things he could imagine. And this year, praise be, he had received the perfect target for his ideas, with all the freedom in the world to do as he willed to them.
Timothy Valaoritis.
When Rafail had arrived at AU for his final year just a few months earlier, he had been expecting to find his comfortable single room waiting for his return with all his necessary personal requirements fulfilled and the special treatment he liked so much. Instead, he had seen his room invaded by some poor kid (allegedly the boy had a scholarship of some kind, and that was just a sure sign of poverty) who, he had been informed, would be sharing the chamber with him for the rest of the year. And why, you might ask? Why was Rafail Marikas, of all people, being forced to share a room? Because they were overfull and they couldn't be providing single rooms. And when Daddy couldn't solve his problems for him, then those problems were sheer bullshit.
And Tim, his roommate, he was an absolute nightmare. So needy, and always in his way. He had an irritating habit of leaving his belongings all over Rafail's room, and that alone was unacceptable, and even worse when coupled with the fact that, inexplicably, he had no love for Rafail. It almost seemed a joke that he, of all people, would be the person he'd end up paired with.
Luckily, he had been gifted this fantastic opportunity to torture the man and, oh, he would.
On this beautiful morning in late October, Tim would find himself more publically humiliated than he had ever been in the past, and Rafail would most definitely enjoy the show. He had been instructed to spend one hour of his morning dressed as a mermaid on the front quad, reclining on a bench right in the centre of everything and right where every student and professor would pass by, forbidden to break character the entire time. It was bound to be exquisite, and that was the sole reason why Rafail found himself visiting the quad on that unusually chilly morning. He knew full well too that Tim would have to be struggling through his task in nothing more than a mermaid-tail shaped blanket, clothes hidden until later, and that, as a result, he would be freezing.
It was the reason why Rafail had chosen to wear a black-and-white-dyed mink coat over his light-coloured suit, both keeping himself aptly warm and taunting his target at once. It felt a suitable mockery.
Timothy was not hard to spot on the lawn. Not only was the man already well aware of where the initiate was being forced to carry out his task, having instructed it in careful detail himself, but he had already been surrounded by a suitably sized group, all primed and ready to photograph him and upload the images all over the internet. With any luck, he'd be comfortably insulted worldwide within a few weeks. Rafail had enough followers himself to ensure something like that happened.
"Timothy!" he called out to the boy in an overly cheery manner as he approached, pushing through the crowd to the front of the group and settling himself with an arm wrapped around the shoulders of the prettiest girl there who was already giggling at Tim's suffering, pulling off his sunglasses to tuck them into the front pocket of his blazer. "Aren't you looking lovely?" Rafail waited for some acknowledgement of the teasing from the crowd, a slight chuckle at least, before he pulled out his phone with a spare hand to snap a quick picture of his victim when a follow-up thought crossed his mind, and he naturally found himself smirking. "Oh, hey, Tim, do remind me. Who's the best looking man in the world?"
As the crowd grew around the landlocked mermaid, so did the embarrassed blush covering the athlete’s face. There was no way he could make it through the hour. This was just too mortifying for words. He could feel everyone’s eyes on his bare chest and in response he tried to draw his shoulders up in order to maybe give him some sense of privacy in the midst of this embarrassing task. As if that was even possible given the crowd that was surrounding him. Though, luckily as Tim glanced around as he begged folks for water, he didn’t seem to recognize anyone. That was one good thing of course.
Then, of course he had to show up.
Timmy didn’t have to see Rafail. He could smell that stupid mink coat from quite a distance away. It reeked of mothballs and old money, something that the boy’s older roommate was not lacking in. As Tim’s eyes flickered over to the senior to shoot the man an angry glare, his mind couldn’t help, but wander back to that terrible day they had first met. The University had over admitted students that year and so every single turned into a double. Fortunately, Tim lucked out and got into the nicest room on campus though it came with one arsehole of a roommate.
Seriously, it wasn’t like Tim couldn’t do anything right Raf’s eyes. His side wasn’t spotless because Tim had to get to practice? He could expect a lecture from one of the kid’s lackeys. Tim brought friends over without telling Raf first? The Senior would launch into telling countless embarrassing stories about Tim, hell, he went through the troubling of finding his old high school friends to get them, and the constant s-exiling. Good lord, Tim was barely ever allowed in that room because Raf always had some gullible sophomore in his bed. Tim had to crash on his best friend’s floor more times than he would like to count. But god forbid if Tim tried to get the room to himself and his crush for just an hour or so. Good lord, Tim was convinced that if Rafail didn’t come barging in everytime with “advice” for Tim, he and Leni would be at least on third base, if they hadn’t already had a full-on home run.
Needless to say, his roommate was a shitty person and he was the absolute last face Tim wanted to see as he went through this. Though he should have known better, all the RPG boys had a list of the embarrassing tasks the recruits were going through. Once Rafail saw this on the list, there was no way he was gonna miss it for the world. Not when he had a chance to continue making Tim’s life hell.
He groaned when he heard his name leave the jackass’s lips. It was bad enough that Raf was here, but since his roommate was a full-on member of RPG, Tim had to act a certain way to Raf, something he knew for a fact the older boy would enjoy immensely.
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” Tim drawled out as he leaned back onto his elbows, exposing his chest to the bitter elements. “I don’t think I’m really the lovely one here.” Tim mentally winced at his words. His task sheet said that he needed to act coquettish to any full-fledged members of the frat, including Raf. Ugh, could he just kill himself then and there? He didn’t even want to look at his roommate, let alone flirt with him as a mermaid.
Hell, he didn’t even swing that way, to begin with!
Tim didn’t know that it was possible for his embarrassed blush to grow, but it somehow did when Tim heard Raf say one of his many humiliating callouts. The Freshman had been given a list of phrases that he’d have to respond to in a certain way if he heard them and Raf just said the most embarrassing one, especially given the situation.
Shaking his head slightly, Tim glanced around at the crowd and was immensely grateful to see that Leni was not among them. At least there was one silver lining in this mess. His mind desperately clung to the fact that he was spared from the embarrassment of her seeing him as he quietly mumbled in response because he was too scared of raising his voice any higher, “Not me. I’m an ugly motherf---er.”
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As the crowd grew around the landlocked mermaid, so did the embarrassed blush covering the athlete’s face. There was no way he could make it through the hour. This was just too mortifying for words. He could feel everyone’s eyes on his bare chest and in response he tried to draw his shoulders up in order to maybe give him some sense of privacy in the midst of this embarrassing task. As if that was even possible given the crowd that was surrounding him. Though, luckily as Tim glanced around as he begged folks for water, he didn’t seem to recognize anyone. That was one good thing of course.
Then, of course he had to show up.
Timmy didn’t have to see Rafail. He could smell that stupid mink coat from quite a distance away. It reeked of mothballs and old money, something that the boy’s older roommate was not lacking in. As Tim’s eyes flickered over to the senior to shoot the man an angry glare, his mind couldn’t help, but wander back to that terrible day they had first met. The University had over admitted students that year and so every single turned into a double. Fortunately, Tim lucked out and got into the nicest room on campus though it came with one arsehole of a roommate.
Seriously, it wasn’t like Tim couldn’t do anything right Raf’s eyes. His side wasn’t spotless because Tim had to get to practice? He could expect a lecture from one of the kid’s lackeys. Tim brought friends over without telling Raf first? The Senior would launch into telling countless embarrassing stories about Tim, hell, he went through the troubling of finding his old high school friends to get them, and the constant s-exiling. Good lord, Tim was barely ever allowed in that room because Raf always had some gullible sophomore in his bed. Tim had to crash on his best friend’s floor more times than he would like to count. But god forbid if Tim tried to get the room to himself and his crush for just an hour or so. Good lord, Tim was convinced that if Rafail didn’t come barging in everytime with “advice” for Tim, he and Leni would be at least on third base, if they hadn’t already had a full-on home run.
Needless to say, his roommate was a shitty person and he was the absolute last face Tim wanted to see as he went through this. Though he should have known better, all the RPG boys had a list of the embarrassing tasks the recruits were going through. Once Rafail saw this on the list, there was no way he was gonna miss it for the world. Not when he had a chance to continue making Tim’s life hell.
He groaned when he heard his name leave the jackass’s lips. It was bad enough that Raf was here, but since his roommate was a full-on member of RPG, Tim had to act a certain way to Raf, something he knew for a fact the older boy would enjoy immensely.
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” Tim drawled out as he leaned back onto his elbows, exposing his chest to the bitter elements. “I don’t think I’m really the lovely one here.” Tim mentally winced at his words. His task sheet said that he needed to act coquettish to any full-fledged members of the frat, including Raf. Ugh, could he just kill himself then and there? He didn’t even want to look at his roommate, let alone flirt with him as a mermaid.
Hell, he didn’t even swing that way, to begin with!
Tim didn’t know that it was possible for his embarrassed blush to grow, but it somehow did when Tim heard Raf say one of his many humiliating callouts. The Freshman had been given a list of phrases that he’d have to respond to in a certain way if he heard them and Raf just said the most embarrassing one, especially given the situation.
Shaking his head slightly, Tim glanced around at the crowd and was immensely grateful to see that Leni was not among them. At least there was one silver lining in this mess. His mind desperately clung to the fact that he was spared from the embarrassment of her seeing him as he quietly mumbled in response because he was too scared of raising his voice any higher, “Not me. I’m an ugly motherf---er.”
As the crowd grew around the landlocked mermaid, so did the embarrassed blush covering the athlete’s face. There was no way he could make it through the hour. This was just too mortifying for words. He could feel everyone’s eyes on his bare chest and in response he tried to draw his shoulders up in order to maybe give him some sense of privacy in the midst of this embarrassing task. As if that was even possible given the crowd that was surrounding him. Though, luckily as Tim glanced around as he begged folks for water, he didn’t seem to recognize anyone. That was one good thing of course.
Then, of course he had to show up.
Timmy didn’t have to see Rafail. He could smell that stupid mink coat from quite a distance away. It reeked of mothballs and old money, something that the boy’s older roommate was not lacking in. As Tim’s eyes flickered over to the senior to shoot the man an angry glare, his mind couldn’t help, but wander back to that terrible day they had first met. The University had over admitted students that year and so every single turned into a double. Fortunately, Tim lucked out and got into the nicest room on campus though it came with one arsehole of a roommate.
Seriously, it wasn’t like Tim couldn’t do anything right Raf’s eyes. His side wasn’t spotless because Tim had to get to practice? He could expect a lecture from one of the kid’s lackeys. Tim brought friends over without telling Raf first? The Senior would launch into telling countless embarrassing stories about Tim, hell, he went through the troubling of finding his old high school friends to get them, and the constant s-exiling. Good lord, Tim was barely ever allowed in that room because Raf always had some gullible sophomore in his bed. Tim had to crash on his best friend’s floor more times than he would like to count. But god forbid if Tim tried to get the room to himself and his crush for just an hour or so. Good lord, Tim was convinced that if Rafail didn’t come barging in everytime with “advice” for Tim, he and Leni would be at least on third base, if they hadn’t already had a full-on home run.
Needless to say, his roommate was a shitty person and he was the absolute last face Tim wanted to see as he went through this. Though he should have known better, all the RPG boys had a list of the embarrassing tasks the recruits were going through. Once Rafail saw this on the list, there was no way he was gonna miss it for the world. Not when he had a chance to continue making Tim’s life hell.
He groaned when he heard his name leave the jackass’s lips. It was bad enough that Raf was here, but since his roommate was a full-on member of RPG, Tim had to act a certain way to Raf, something he knew for a fact the older boy would enjoy immensely.
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” Tim drawled out as he leaned back onto his elbows, exposing his chest to the bitter elements. “I don’t think I’m really the lovely one here.” Tim mentally winced at his words. His task sheet said that he needed to act coquettish to any full-fledged members of the frat, including Raf. Ugh, could he just kill himself then and there? He didn’t even want to look at his roommate, let alone flirt with him as a mermaid.
Hell, he didn’t even swing that way, to begin with!
Tim didn’t know that it was possible for his embarrassed blush to grow, but it somehow did when Tim heard Raf say one of his many humiliating callouts. The Freshman had been given a list of phrases that he’d have to respond to in a certain way if he heard them and Raf just said the most embarrassing one, especially given the situation.
Shaking his head slightly, Tim glanced around at the crowd and was immensely grateful to see that Leni was not among them. At least there was one silver lining in this mess. His mind desperately clung to the fact that he was spared from the embarrassment of her seeing him as he quietly mumbled in response because he was too scared of raising his voice any higher, “Not me. I’m an ugly motherf---er.”
This had to single-handedly be the most entertaining moment of Rafail's time here. It was the perfect punishment for the younger boy who so clearly believed he was equal to his roommate in any way; the ideal discouragement to his disgustingly disrespectful attitude. After all, it was fundamental to the natural structure of the world that everybody know their place and, for some people, that process was just far more humiliating than it was for others.
The picture taken, he saved it into his Instagram drafts, deciding that whether it was posted on his public or private account - in other words, how many thousands of people would be privy to the embarrassment - would be decided later on, based entirely on Tim's performance over the next hour. Well, based entirely on his performance and Rafail's random whims, which were suitably erratic. Timothy Valaoritis might still end up going viral despite good behaviour.
And he was doing an extraordinary job of his task so far, given how distressing it must have been.
Rafail was not the only person who'd chuckled as Tim began flirting, moving his body and thrusting out his chest in the same manner that any girl might when trying to earn a boy's attention. The group that had gathered to watch the show had already been snickering at his misfortune, and the manner in which the football player had begun to act once his roommate approached had only increased their laughter. He raised an eyebrow at the boy's request to be told he was looking lovely, still smirking. "I'm not so sure that's my job, Timothy. I'm quite sure you're supposed to be trying to seduce me." The man sighed over-dramatically, removing his arm from around that girl and clasping both hands to his chest. "Imagine what a shame it would be if I had to let the other boys at RPG know you weren't completing your demands up to standards. I wouldn't want to see you rejected over something so silly."
At least he understood how callouts worked. Rafail suppressed another chuckle as Tim affirmed his ugliness, basking in the humour of the situation. It had been a well-chosen callout. The Marikas had never thought those dark-haired sporting fools were all that good-looking for how they pranced around campus, acting like they were a perfect gift to the world. They lacked the sense of elegance and refinement that Rafail carried with him, and he couldn't understand why any girl would be interested in that. Sure, he got more than his fair share of tail, but if it weren't for all the idiot jocks out there, he knew there would have been more women eager to share his bed, and that was all that truly mattered in this world. Tim was not so usually a problem in that regard, given that he only seemed interested in one girl, and not even one that Rafail was too eager to try, but the younger boy agreeing to his inferiority? That was still immensely satisfying.
Now, what else could he have him do?
Sliding a hand into the pocket of his thick coat, Rafail stepped closer to Tim on the bench, holding out a small velvet pouch. "Now, if you're going to be flirting with me...I like my ladies looking their absolute best. After all, I look stunning always, so I really can't be seen being flirted with by some 'ugly motherfucker', as you so call yourself." He dropped the little bag onto the boy's lap, reaching over to run a nearly manicured finger along Tim's jawline, frowning at the beginnings of a slightly ginger beard. "I'd much rather you didn't have all this fluff going on, but I suppose you can't help that. I know razors can be so expensive, we can't all have an Hommage. Urgh, your poverty must be infinitely hard, I can't imagine how you possibly manage!"
He moved back again, not wanting to be too close to Tim in case he did have some sort of outburst now, pointing at the pouch now lying on his mermaid blanket. "I thought you might go a little fancier for this so I went to the trouble to pop to Chanel for your lipstick and mascara because I'm just the kindest. The blush...I didn't think you deserved anything so upmarket; I sent someone to that little whore you like's room and had them borrow it off her. Leni, is it?" Rafail smirked again, glancing down at his watch. "I think I'll give you five minutes to pretty yourself up. That's nice and generous. Hurry it up, hm?"
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This had to single-handedly be the most entertaining moment of Rafail's time here. It was the perfect punishment for the younger boy who so clearly believed he was equal to his roommate in any way; the ideal discouragement to his disgustingly disrespectful attitude. After all, it was fundamental to the natural structure of the world that everybody know their place and, for some people, that process was just far more humiliating than it was for others.
The picture taken, he saved it into his Instagram drafts, deciding that whether it was posted on his public or private account - in other words, how many thousands of people would be privy to the embarrassment - would be decided later on, based entirely on Tim's performance over the next hour. Well, based entirely on his performance and Rafail's random whims, which were suitably erratic. Timothy Valaoritis might still end up going viral despite good behaviour.
And he was doing an extraordinary job of his task so far, given how distressing it must have been.
Rafail was not the only person who'd chuckled as Tim began flirting, moving his body and thrusting out his chest in the same manner that any girl might when trying to earn a boy's attention. The group that had gathered to watch the show had already been snickering at his misfortune, and the manner in which the football player had begun to act once his roommate approached had only increased their laughter. He raised an eyebrow at the boy's request to be told he was looking lovely, still smirking. "I'm not so sure that's my job, Timothy. I'm quite sure you're supposed to be trying to seduce me." The man sighed over-dramatically, removing his arm from around that girl and clasping both hands to his chest. "Imagine what a shame it would be if I had to let the other boys at RPG know you weren't completing your demands up to standards. I wouldn't want to see you rejected over something so silly."
At least he understood how callouts worked. Rafail suppressed another chuckle as Tim affirmed his ugliness, basking in the humour of the situation. It had been a well-chosen callout. The Marikas had never thought those dark-haired sporting fools were all that good-looking for how they pranced around campus, acting like they were a perfect gift to the world. They lacked the sense of elegance and refinement that Rafail carried with him, and he couldn't understand why any girl would be interested in that. Sure, he got more than his fair share of tail, but if it weren't for all the idiot jocks out there, he knew there would have been more women eager to share his bed, and that was all that truly mattered in this world. Tim was not so usually a problem in that regard, given that he only seemed interested in one girl, and not even one that Rafail was too eager to try, but the younger boy agreeing to his inferiority? That was still immensely satisfying.
Now, what else could he have him do?
Sliding a hand into the pocket of his thick coat, Rafail stepped closer to Tim on the bench, holding out a small velvet pouch. "Now, if you're going to be flirting with me...I like my ladies looking their absolute best. After all, I look stunning always, so I really can't be seen being flirted with by some 'ugly motherfucker', as you so call yourself." He dropped the little bag onto the boy's lap, reaching over to run a nearly manicured finger along Tim's jawline, frowning at the beginnings of a slightly ginger beard. "I'd much rather you didn't have all this fluff going on, but I suppose you can't help that. I know razors can be so expensive, we can't all have an Hommage. Urgh, your poverty must be infinitely hard, I can't imagine how you possibly manage!"
He moved back again, not wanting to be too close to Tim in case he did have some sort of outburst now, pointing at the pouch now lying on his mermaid blanket. "I thought you might go a little fancier for this so I went to the trouble to pop to Chanel for your lipstick and mascara because I'm just the kindest. The blush...I didn't think you deserved anything so upmarket; I sent someone to that little whore you like's room and had them borrow it off her. Leni, is it?" Rafail smirked again, glancing down at his watch. "I think I'll give you five minutes to pretty yourself up. That's nice and generous. Hurry it up, hm?"
This had to single-handedly be the most entertaining moment of Rafail's time here. It was the perfect punishment for the younger boy who so clearly believed he was equal to his roommate in any way; the ideal discouragement to his disgustingly disrespectful attitude. After all, it was fundamental to the natural structure of the world that everybody know their place and, for some people, that process was just far more humiliating than it was for others.
The picture taken, he saved it into his Instagram drafts, deciding that whether it was posted on his public or private account - in other words, how many thousands of people would be privy to the embarrassment - would be decided later on, based entirely on Tim's performance over the next hour. Well, based entirely on his performance and Rafail's random whims, which were suitably erratic. Timothy Valaoritis might still end up going viral despite good behaviour.
And he was doing an extraordinary job of his task so far, given how distressing it must have been.
Rafail was not the only person who'd chuckled as Tim began flirting, moving his body and thrusting out his chest in the same manner that any girl might when trying to earn a boy's attention. The group that had gathered to watch the show had already been snickering at his misfortune, and the manner in which the football player had begun to act once his roommate approached had only increased their laughter. He raised an eyebrow at the boy's request to be told he was looking lovely, still smirking. "I'm not so sure that's my job, Timothy. I'm quite sure you're supposed to be trying to seduce me." The man sighed over-dramatically, removing his arm from around that girl and clasping both hands to his chest. "Imagine what a shame it would be if I had to let the other boys at RPG know you weren't completing your demands up to standards. I wouldn't want to see you rejected over something so silly."
At least he understood how callouts worked. Rafail suppressed another chuckle as Tim affirmed his ugliness, basking in the humour of the situation. It had been a well-chosen callout. The Marikas had never thought those dark-haired sporting fools were all that good-looking for how they pranced around campus, acting like they were a perfect gift to the world. They lacked the sense of elegance and refinement that Rafail carried with him, and he couldn't understand why any girl would be interested in that. Sure, he got more than his fair share of tail, but if it weren't for all the idiot jocks out there, he knew there would have been more women eager to share his bed, and that was all that truly mattered in this world. Tim was not so usually a problem in that regard, given that he only seemed interested in one girl, and not even one that Rafail was too eager to try, but the younger boy agreeing to his inferiority? That was still immensely satisfying.
Now, what else could he have him do?
Sliding a hand into the pocket of his thick coat, Rafail stepped closer to Tim on the bench, holding out a small velvet pouch. "Now, if you're going to be flirting with me...I like my ladies looking their absolute best. After all, I look stunning always, so I really can't be seen being flirted with by some 'ugly motherfucker', as you so call yourself." He dropped the little bag onto the boy's lap, reaching over to run a nearly manicured finger along Tim's jawline, frowning at the beginnings of a slightly ginger beard. "I'd much rather you didn't have all this fluff going on, but I suppose you can't help that. I know razors can be so expensive, we can't all have an Hommage. Urgh, your poverty must be infinitely hard, I can't imagine how you possibly manage!"
He moved back again, not wanting to be too close to Tim in case he did have some sort of outburst now, pointing at the pouch now lying on his mermaid blanket. "I thought you might go a little fancier for this so I went to the trouble to pop to Chanel for your lipstick and mascara because I'm just the kindest. The blush...I didn't think you deserved anything so upmarket; I sent someone to that little whore you like's room and had them borrow it off her. Leni, is it?" Rafail smirked again, glancing down at his watch. "I think I'll give you five minutes to pretty yourself up. That's nice and generous. Hurry it up, hm?"
He glared at his roommate when the lad pulled out his cellphone and joined in with the other students playing photographer. Tim’s face was stony as he watched the older boy snicker and smirk as he reviewed the images of his unwilling model. If there was any chance of the two of them ever tolerating each other while forced into the same living quarters, it was surely gone now. There was no way Tim would ever forgive or forget just how much Rafail seemed to be enjoying the freshman’s embarrassment. No, he was practically reveling in how the crowd was laughing at his roomie.
What a sick and twisted piece of shit.
Timothy knew beforehand that Rafail did not like him. He would be an idiot to not have known, but this? The rich little brat was taking things to a whole new level. He wanted nothing more than to take the defensive and snap back at the other boy, but he knew that for now he needed to keep his mouth shut and his rising anger fueled by the embarrassment under his control. There would be plenty of time for revenge after he made it into Rho Pi Gamma.
But for now, he could take it. Rafail wanted him to flirt more? Fine, he could do that.
Rolling his eyes slightly at Rafail’s words, Tim blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Oh you know words aren’t my specialty… Why don’t you show me that dagger of yours instead?”
Tim regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. His face turned as his own words sunk in when a chorus of laughter erupted around the boys. Although the comment had been innocent enough to Tim, as he was talking about the ugly tattoo Raf had on his leg, hidden most of the time. (Tim only knew of it because of the pain of living with the man included one too many close calls in the shared bathroom.) The both of them knew that Raf had it and it would have been the first thing they thought of… but not everyone else knew about it.
To those who didn’t have the misfortune of knowing Raf in such a way, they would have thought Tim was talking about Raf’s dick.
Glancing around at the sheer number of cellphones pointed at him, Tim knew he was never going to live that one down and Raf would never give him the opportunity to forget it either. He fucked up. Big time. To top it all off, His poor reddening cheeks did nothing to hide the shame that he just knew was going to come with it. Out of all the embarrassing things he had already been made to do for RPG, it was him accidentally saying that one tiny phrase that almost made him want to throw in the towel.
Almost.
He turned his head away out of embarrassment, but it quickly turned back to Rafail when he felt something drop in his lap. Quickly fumbling for whatever was in the leather pouch, Tim’s expression turned to abject horror as he fished out a little tube of lipstick, mascara, and a thing of blush. He wasn’t paying attention to what Rafail was doing, allowing the man to run a finger over Tim’s jaw, causing the younger boy to instinctively draw back, utterly disgusted by the action.
“Don’t--.” He snapped as he turned the little canisters over in his hands, trying to decide whether or not he was going to embarrass himself further that day. “This wasn’t on my --
“What did you just call her?” Tim’s voice lowered, practically into a growl when he realized what Rafail had called Leni. A whore? Did he seriously just call Leni a whore? His fists tightened around the makeup as he began to see red. How fucking dare he.
“She is not a whore.” He said gravelly, expression blank as he tried to keep his rising anger in check. He couldn’t help it. Tim was naturally overprotective and Rafail had just crossed a line with his comment. Fuck the recruitment. Fuck RPG. Fuck AU. Tim no longer cared about any of that.
So maybe that’s why he did the most stupid thing he could do at that moment.
“You should fucking know -- how many girls have only fucked you because of your daddy’s money?” His eyes narrowed as he glanced down at the makeup in hand. Fuck that. He’s not embarrassing himself any further for Rafail today.
“As for this?” He said, waving the mascara and lipstick in front of the older boy, “You can go fuck yourself with it.” With that, he turned ever so slightly and threw the makeup across the quad, putting his athletic build to good use. He didn’t launch the blush though as he knew it was Leni’s now and he would never hear the end of it if he lost it.
Turning back to the senior, his eyes narrowed one last time as he challenged the power of Rafail, who he doubted was truly as high and mighty as he would like to believe himself to be.
“Fuck this shit. I wished I had moved out when I had the chance.”
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He glared at his roommate when the lad pulled out his cellphone and joined in with the other students playing photographer. Tim’s face was stony as he watched the older boy snicker and smirk as he reviewed the images of his unwilling model. If there was any chance of the two of them ever tolerating each other while forced into the same living quarters, it was surely gone now. There was no way Tim would ever forgive or forget just how much Rafail seemed to be enjoying the freshman’s embarrassment. No, he was practically reveling in how the crowd was laughing at his roomie.
What a sick and twisted piece of shit.
Timothy knew beforehand that Rafail did not like him. He would be an idiot to not have known, but this? The rich little brat was taking things to a whole new level. He wanted nothing more than to take the defensive and snap back at the other boy, but he knew that for now he needed to keep his mouth shut and his rising anger fueled by the embarrassment under his control. There would be plenty of time for revenge after he made it into Rho Pi Gamma.
But for now, he could take it. Rafail wanted him to flirt more? Fine, he could do that.
Rolling his eyes slightly at Rafail’s words, Tim blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Oh you know words aren’t my specialty… Why don’t you show me that dagger of yours instead?”
Tim regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. His face turned as his own words sunk in when a chorus of laughter erupted around the boys. Although the comment had been innocent enough to Tim, as he was talking about the ugly tattoo Raf had on his leg, hidden most of the time. (Tim only knew of it because of the pain of living with the man included one too many close calls in the shared bathroom.) The both of them knew that Raf had it and it would have been the first thing they thought of… but not everyone else knew about it.
To those who didn’t have the misfortune of knowing Raf in such a way, they would have thought Tim was talking about Raf’s dick.
Glancing around at the sheer number of cellphones pointed at him, Tim knew he was never going to live that one down and Raf would never give him the opportunity to forget it either. He fucked up. Big time. To top it all off, His poor reddening cheeks did nothing to hide the shame that he just knew was going to come with it. Out of all the embarrassing things he had already been made to do for RPG, it was him accidentally saying that one tiny phrase that almost made him want to throw in the towel.
Almost.
He turned his head away out of embarrassment, but it quickly turned back to Rafail when he felt something drop in his lap. Quickly fumbling for whatever was in the leather pouch, Tim’s expression turned to abject horror as he fished out a little tube of lipstick, mascara, and a thing of blush. He wasn’t paying attention to what Rafail was doing, allowing the man to run a finger over Tim’s jaw, causing the younger boy to instinctively draw back, utterly disgusted by the action.
“Don’t--.” He snapped as he turned the little canisters over in his hands, trying to decide whether or not he was going to embarrass himself further that day. “This wasn’t on my --
“What did you just call her?” Tim’s voice lowered, practically into a growl when he realized what Rafail had called Leni. A whore? Did he seriously just call Leni a whore? His fists tightened around the makeup as he began to see red. How fucking dare he.
“She is not a whore.” He said gravelly, expression blank as he tried to keep his rising anger in check. He couldn’t help it. Tim was naturally overprotective and Rafail had just crossed a line with his comment. Fuck the recruitment. Fuck RPG. Fuck AU. Tim no longer cared about any of that.
So maybe that’s why he did the most stupid thing he could do at that moment.
“You should fucking know -- how many girls have only fucked you because of your daddy’s money?” His eyes narrowed as he glanced down at the makeup in hand. Fuck that. He’s not embarrassing himself any further for Rafail today.
“As for this?” He said, waving the mascara and lipstick in front of the older boy, “You can go fuck yourself with it.” With that, he turned ever so slightly and threw the makeup across the quad, putting his athletic build to good use. He didn’t launch the blush though as he knew it was Leni’s now and he would never hear the end of it if he lost it.
Turning back to the senior, his eyes narrowed one last time as he challenged the power of Rafail, who he doubted was truly as high and mighty as he would like to believe himself to be.
“Fuck this shit. I wished I had moved out when I had the chance.”
He glared at his roommate when the lad pulled out his cellphone and joined in with the other students playing photographer. Tim’s face was stony as he watched the older boy snicker and smirk as he reviewed the images of his unwilling model. If there was any chance of the two of them ever tolerating each other while forced into the same living quarters, it was surely gone now. There was no way Tim would ever forgive or forget just how much Rafail seemed to be enjoying the freshman’s embarrassment. No, he was practically reveling in how the crowd was laughing at his roomie.
What a sick and twisted piece of shit.
Timothy knew beforehand that Rafail did not like him. He would be an idiot to not have known, but this? The rich little brat was taking things to a whole new level. He wanted nothing more than to take the defensive and snap back at the other boy, but he knew that for now he needed to keep his mouth shut and his rising anger fueled by the embarrassment under his control. There would be plenty of time for revenge after he made it into Rho Pi Gamma.
But for now, he could take it. Rafail wanted him to flirt more? Fine, he could do that.
Rolling his eyes slightly at Rafail’s words, Tim blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Oh you know words aren’t my specialty… Why don’t you show me that dagger of yours instead?”
Tim regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. His face turned as his own words sunk in when a chorus of laughter erupted around the boys. Although the comment had been innocent enough to Tim, as he was talking about the ugly tattoo Raf had on his leg, hidden most of the time. (Tim only knew of it because of the pain of living with the man included one too many close calls in the shared bathroom.) The both of them knew that Raf had it and it would have been the first thing they thought of… but not everyone else knew about it.
To those who didn’t have the misfortune of knowing Raf in such a way, they would have thought Tim was talking about Raf’s dick.
Glancing around at the sheer number of cellphones pointed at him, Tim knew he was never going to live that one down and Raf would never give him the opportunity to forget it either. He fucked up. Big time. To top it all off, His poor reddening cheeks did nothing to hide the shame that he just knew was going to come with it. Out of all the embarrassing things he had already been made to do for RPG, it was him accidentally saying that one tiny phrase that almost made him want to throw in the towel.
Almost.
He turned his head away out of embarrassment, but it quickly turned back to Rafail when he felt something drop in his lap. Quickly fumbling for whatever was in the leather pouch, Tim’s expression turned to abject horror as he fished out a little tube of lipstick, mascara, and a thing of blush. He wasn’t paying attention to what Rafail was doing, allowing the man to run a finger over Tim’s jaw, causing the younger boy to instinctively draw back, utterly disgusted by the action.
“Don’t--.” He snapped as he turned the little canisters over in his hands, trying to decide whether or not he was going to embarrass himself further that day. “This wasn’t on my --
“What did you just call her?” Tim’s voice lowered, practically into a growl when he realized what Rafail had called Leni. A whore? Did he seriously just call Leni a whore? His fists tightened around the makeup as he began to see red. How fucking dare he.
“She is not a whore.” He said gravelly, expression blank as he tried to keep his rising anger in check. He couldn’t help it. Tim was naturally overprotective and Rafail had just crossed a line with his comment. Fuck the recruitment. Fuck RPG. Fuck AU. Tim no longer cared about any of that.
So maybe that’s why he did the most stupid thing he could do at that moment.
“You should fucking know -- how many girls have only fucked you because of your daddy’s money?” His eyes narrowed as he glanced down at the makeup in hand. Fuck that. He’s not embarrassing himself any further for Rafail today.
“As for this?” He said, waving the mascara and lipstick in front of the older boy, “You can go fuck yourself with it.” With that, he turned ever so slightly and threw the makeup across the quad, putting his athletic build to good use. He didn’t launch the blush though as he knew it was Leni’s now and he would never hear the end of it if he lost it.
Turning back to the senior, his eyes narrowed one last time as he challenged the power of Rafail, who he doubted was truly as high and mighty as he would like to believe himself to be.
“Fuck this shit. I wished I had moved out when I had the chance.”
Now, that was far better. From the three or so months the pair of them had been forced to live together, Rafail had noticed that Tim had a penchant for relatively witty remarks - not that he would ever admit it out loud - and he had to admit he had expected flirtations of a higher calibre when he had first approached the boy dressed as a mermaid. That was just the sort of comment he had been hoping for. Not to mention, well, none of the other boys standing in this crowd were privy to any of his tattoos, especially not the ones placed a little more intimately, dagger included. As far as they were concerned, Tim had done nothing more than take those flirtations up a notch.
"Oh, no, Timothy, I couldn't possibly show you that so soon. I like to have the girls wait for a little before they get that honour. Otherwise, there'd be no fun in it.”
Aw, was Tim too embarrassed to take things a step further? The way the boy had recoiled at his touch, so naturally horrified by the idea of such a personal interaction with someone who he hated so. Truth be told, had it not been a necessity for his mockery, Rafail would have loathed coming even remotely close to the man. He was a footballer, and, more often than not, he came back to Rafail's room after his practices every night stinking of sweat and dirt and who knew what else, and the senior did not enjoy being near him, much less having to touch him. Nonetheless, he supposed even the poor had to wash sometimes - gods only knew why else Tim spent such excruciatingly long amounts of time hogging the bathroom - and he had chosen to take the risk. The snapping back, however, now that was not appreciated.
This whole display was nothing more than a matter of seeing how far he could push Tim before the boy broke, and then Rafail could have the absolute pleasure of informing RPG that he wouldn't be making it into the frat. After all, he didn't exactly want the idiot joining. It was bad enough they had to sleep in the same room, but the younger kid would not be interfering with Rafail's friends.
"Now, now," he smirked, taking a step back and resting his hands on his hips. "Let's not say anything too rash, Timothy. I know it must be so incredibly difficult for you to be stuck with just one woman because you can't afford to seduce any others. It's not my fault Daddy's successful and your father's, what, some shit lawyer? Yeah, no wonder you're only getting it from some cheap fille de joie." In fact, Rafail was pretty sure Tim was still a virgin which, at his age, was just sad. Really, he shouldn't have been throwing that make-up around like that because, well, his face did need a little touch-up. Maybe then he'd be getting a few more ladies in his bed.
Hm, fuck himself. Rafail wouldn't deny that he would have if it were physically possible. He was the best-looking person he knew, that much, at least, was sure, and he couldn't help but smile slightly at the thought of it. If that had been intended as an insult, he had seen it as anything but.
"Oh, please, do go ahead and move out. It would be such a pleasure to have my old room back to myself. I did pay so much for it, and I do so hate having to share with the likes of you. Everything you own is just disgusting. My room has a certain style to it that you don't live up to." He shrugged, suppressing a chuckle at how ridiculous Tim looked, obviously attempting to seem angry but appearing nothing less than absurd in his costume. "I mean, you don't even have a car. I can't be expected to share with someone who can't even afford to drive. I'm a Marikas."
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Now, that was far better. From the three or so months the pair of them had been forced to live together, Rafail had noticed that Tim had a penchant for relatively witty remarks - not that he would ever admit it out loud - and he had to admit he had expected flirtations of a higher calibre when he had first approached the boy dressed as a mermaid. That was just the sort of comment he had been hoping for. Not to mention, well, none of the other boys standing in this crowd were privy to any of his tattoos, especially not the ones placed a little more intimately, dagger included. As far as they were concerned, Tim had done nothing more than take those flirtations up a notch.
"Oh, no, Timothy, I couldn't possibly show you that so soon. I like to have the girls wait for a little before they get that honour. Otherwise, there'd be no fun in it.”
Aw, was Tim too embarrassed to take things a step further? The way the boy had recoiled at his touch, so naturally horrified by the idea of such a personal interaction with someone who he hated so. Truth be told, had it not been a necessity for his mockery, Rafail would have loathed coming even remotely close to the man. He was a footballer, and, more often than not, he came back to Rafail's room after his practices every night stinking of sweat and dirt and who knew what else, and the senior did not enjoy being near him, much less having to touch him. Nonetheless, he supposed even the poor had to wash sometimes - gods only knew why else Tim spent such excruciatingly long amounts of time hogging the bathroom - and he had chosen to take the risk. The snapping back, however, now that was not appreciated.
This whole display was nothing more than a matter of seeing how far he could push Tim before the boy broke, and then Rafail could have the absolute pleasure of informing RPG that he wouldn't be making it into the frat. After all, he didn't exactly want the idiot joining. It was bad enough they had to sleep in the same room, but the younger kid would not be interfering with Rafail's friends.
"Now, now," he smirked, taking a step back and resting his hands on his hips. "Let's not say anything too rash, Timothy. I know it must be so incredibly difficult for you to be stuck with just one woman because you can't afford to seduce any others. It's not my fault Daddy's successful and your father's, what, some shit lawyer? Yeah, no wonder you're only getting it from some cheap fille de joie." In fact, Rafail was pretty sure Tim was still a virgin which, at his age, was just sad. Really, he shouldn't have been throwing that make-up around like that because, well, his face did need a little touch-up. Maybe then he'd be getting a few more ladies in his bed.
Hm, fuck himself. Rafail wouldn't deny that he would have if it were physically possible. He was the best-looking person he knew, that much, at least, was sure, and he couldn't help but smile slightly at the thought of it. If that had been intended as an insult, he had seen it as anything but.
"Oh, please, do go ahead and move out. It would be such a pleasure to have my old room back to myself. I did pay so much for it, and I do so hate having to share with the likes of you. Everything you own is just disgusting. My room has a certain style to it that you don't live up to." He shrugged, suppressing a chuckle at how ridiculous Tim looked, obviously attempting to seem angry but appearing nothing less than absurd in his costume. "I mean, you don't even have a car. I can't be expected to share with someone who can't even afford to drive. I'm a Marikas."
Now, that was far better. From the three or so months the pair of them had been forced to live together, Rafail had noticed that Tim had a penchant for relatively witty remarks - not that he would ever admit it out loud - and he had to admit he had expected flirtations of a higher calibre when he had first approached the boy dressed as a mermaid. That was just the sort of comment he had been hoping for. Not to mention, well, none of the other boys standing in this crowd were privy to any of his tattoos, especially not the ones placed a little more intimately, dagger included. As far as they were concerned, Tim had done nothing more than take those flirtations up a notch.
"Oh, no, Timothy, I couldn't possibly show you that so soon. I like to have the girls wait for a little before they get that honour. Otherwise, there'd be no fun in it.”
Aw, was Tim too embarrassed to take things a step further? The way the boy had recoiled at his touch, so naturally horrified by the idea of such a personal interaction with someone who he hated so. Truth be told, had it not been a necessity for his mockery, Rafail would have loathed coming even remotely close to the man. He was a footballer, and, more often than not, he came back to Rafail's room after his practices every night stinking of sweat and dirt and who knew what else, and the senior did not enjoy being near him, much less having to touch him. Nonetheless, he supposed even the poor had to wash sometimes - gods only knew why else Tim spent such excruciatingly long amounts of time hogging the bathroom - and he had chosen to take the risk. The snapping back, however, now that was not appreciated.
This whole display was nothing more than a matter of seeing how far he could push Tim before the boy broke, and then Rafail could have the absolute pleasure of informing RPG that he wouldn't be making it into the frat. After all, he didn't exactly want the idiot joining. It was bad enough they had to sleep in the same room, but the younger kid would not be interfering with Rafail's friends.
"Now, now," he smirked, taking a step back and resting his hands on his hips. "Let's not say anything too rash, Timothy. I know it must be so incredibly difficult for you to be stuck with just one woman because you can't afford to seduce any others. It's not my fault Daddy's successful and your father's, what, some shit lawyer? Yeah, no wonder you're only getting it from some cheap fille de joie." In fact, Rafail was pretty sure Tim was still a virgin which, at his age, was just sad. Really, he shouldn't have been throwing that make-up around like that because, well, his face did need a little touch-up. Maybe then he'd be getting a few more ladies in his bed.
Hm, fuck himself. Rafail wouldn't deny that he would have if it were physically possible. He was the best-looking person he knew, that much, at least, was sure, and he couldn't help but smile slightly at the thought of it. If that had been intended as an insult, he had seen it as anything but.
"Oh, please, do go ahead and move out. It would be such a pleasure to have my old room back to myself. I did pay so much for it, and I do so hate having to share with the likes of you. Everything you own is just disgusting. My room has a certain style to it that you don't live up to." He shrugged, suppressing a chuckle at how ridiculous Tim looked, obviously attempting to seem angry but appearing nothing less than absurd in his costume. "I mean, you don't even have a car. I can't be expected to share with someone who can't even afford to drive. I'm a Marikas."