Bradley x Trever - You're Toxic.

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"Thanks. Uh.." Bradley leaned up and took his glasses off for a second, "Do you mind if we do a couple more? I need to fill my books." Bradley smiled. Honestly, he had enough already. But you can't go wrong with extra. Plus, he wanted to find more reasons to keeping Trevor around and he didn't want to turn this hottie into some sort of model booty-call. He put his glasses on his head as he walked back to his stool and looked through the pile of stuff. Maybe he should have an attempt with charcoal or something to make it more interesting, his professors liked that.
"Just pose in what makes you feel comfortable.." He fiddled around with the paper before sliding his glasses back on.
 
Trevor smiled a little as the guy took his glasses off, looking him over. He didn't look like such a nerd without them. Not that the Nerd look did t suit him, but.. Damn. Chewing at the ring in his lip, Trevs turned back, moving to his spot. "You got it." he said, reaching for his jacket, leaving his shirt off, and standing there. "This is supposed to be sexy, right?" Trevor asked, referring to his pose, as he pulled his pants down lower. "The V Thing." he said, making air quotations with his fingers, before shrugging and taking a drink from his can. Girls all seemed to freak out over it, anyway. Maybe Brad would blush darker. Cute. Too cute.
 
When Bradley looked up to see Trevor tugging on his jeans to show off his sexy V- thing he had going on, he swore a little whimper came from his mouth. Bradley sucked his bottom into his mouth, "Mhmm.." He agreed quietly as he began sketching. Jesus, this man knew how to mess with others. Hopefully he was just as gay as Bradley was. Why would he be such a tease if he wasn't? He focused on the V-line as he sketched silently, unable to rid the tint from his face.
 
Perking up a little at the sound, Trevor smirked quietly to himself. This was just too easy. The guy was a big fan of anyone that was a fan of him, and Bradley was doing a pretty good job of stroking his ego. "Cute." Trevor muttered, looking over and watching as the guy started his sketch, still a rosey color. Cursing inwardly at himself, Trevs reminded himself again that maybe he shouldn't be doing this. Or at least tone it down a little. Unfortunately, he wasn't listening to himself now. The attention was going to his head, and he figured he could just deal with it later if Brad decided to actually make a move. Besides, the kid was so pink right now, Trevor didn't think he actually would. He just seemed too shy to go for it.
 
Damn it, Bradley bit his lip as he heard Trevor mutter. He didn't want to look like a silly little teenage girl with a crush. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the sketch, ripping it off quickly and putting it on the pile. He began another one, focusing just on how the fabric of his jacket contrasted his skin. "So..." Bradley coughed a little. "Who did you go out with last night?" He looked up, "Girlfriend?" Bradley asked quickly. Well, he wasn't implying he was gay, he was just checking. Maybe he had a chance here. Not like he had the guts to ask him out or anything. His eyes looked back down to his torso as he finished another quick sketch.
 
Trevor may have choked a little at the question, before laughing a little. "No. Just me." Girlfriend. Even if the idea wasn't so impossible, he didn't find it very inviting. Granted, the only thing Trevor knew about relationships were completely cliché ideals, most of which were generally negative and restricting. "How about you? Boyfriend?" he teased, knowing full well Brad was trying to figure out if he was single. Trevor found himself curious as well, unfortunately. Though, clearly the blonde had a serious hard on for the Y Chromosomes.
Why did he bother playing this game? In the end, they'd both only end up burned. Literally, for Bradley's side of things.
 
No girlfriend. All is good, Bradley thought. Trevor just had to be into guys then, hopefully. He snorted when Trevor asked him, "Look at this place, does it look like I have a boyfriend?" Bradley chuckled. Honestly, he probably made it more than obvious that he was a total homosexual. The whole school knew for sure.
"Okay, I'm done!" Bradley said with accomplishment when he stood up, collecting all of the sketches. "So uh.. Thank you for this.. I'll give you a text if I need you." Bradley walked over to Trevor. He honestly liked the little height difference they had. Bradley held his sketches with one hand and offered his hand out to shake Trevor's, thinking that it was probably the easiest way to show appreciation. He'd love to hug him but that was far out of his comfort zone.
 
Trevs smiled again, glancing around the place. "I don't know.. I kind of like it." he commented, before turning his attention back to the guy. Watching him walk up and offer a hand, Trevor internally panicked a little. Fortunately, he was getting pretty pro at shrugging off body contact by now, and took the last mouthful of beer in the can, acting as if he hadn't seen the offered hand, and reached to shrug off his jacket. "Here, hold this." he said, handing over the can to get the jacket off and reach for his shirt.
"No worries. Just lemme know, I've got too much free time, so.. yeah. I'll see ya."
 
It confused Bradley when a can landed in his hand rather than another hand. He looked down to the can and sighed a bit, putting it down on the counter. "Alright, I'll give you a text sometime next week.." Bradley walked over to the door and opened it. It felt like he was rushing him out but he had no reason to keep him about. Bradley played his his hair before taking his glasses off and placing them on the table. Everytime we over-wore them, his eyes got a little sore. "Well, thanks again!" Bradley smiled.
 
Pulling his shirt on, before shrugging the jacket back into place, Trevor turned to glance again at the place before following along. "No worries. Thanks for the beer." he smiled, stooping again to pull his shoes on. Looking back up again, he paused noting the lack of glasses and tousled hair. Trailing his tongue over a lip, Trevs stared maybe a moment too long before clearing his throat. "Uhm.. Well, you have my number." he said, hoping the contacts were doing something to cover up the vacant lusty look he knew he must have in his eyes by now. Dammit, the guy really was cute. Without the glasses, though, he was sort of incredibly hot, and he was having internal issues with actually walking through that door.
 
Bradley sighed quietly as he watched Trevor get dressed. He was sort of envious of his body and style, but really damn attracted to him. If only he had a bit more confidence to ask him for a drink of something. But that wasn't going to happen. Instead he just watched Trevor get to the door. When Trevor looked over to him and licked his lips, Bradley watched back with wide eyes, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.
"Yeah..." He said quietly, holding the door open, finding it difficult to pull his eyes away from the false blueness of Trevor's.
 
Blowing a shaking breath, Trevor tore his eyes away and nodded a little. He needed to get out of here. Forcing his feet, the guy moved out of the door, rubbing the back of his neck in irritation. Just keep walking. Left right, left right, down steps, keep going. Making his way out to his bike, the guy scratched at the scruff along his chin, again in a motion of agitation as he lit up a cigarette before starting his bike. Heading home, Trevor growled to himself, stopped at a light, smoking away. Times like this, he really hated himself. No one else had to deal with this, why did he? Why couldn't he just be asexual? No! Of course not, he had to be bisexual. It wasn't like he could just avoid hot chicks and be fine, or hot guys and be fine. Either way, he was screwed. Or.. Not screwed. That was sort of the problem.
 
When Trevor left his home, Bradley shut the door behind him and almost immediately made a frustrated sound. Why couldn't he just be cooler, he could of asked Trevor for a drink of something rather than staring at him like an idiot.

For the rest of his evening, Bradley organised his papers, looking through the sketches he did and deciding which eons he liked the most. When he went to bed after another beer and some TV, Bradley kept thinking about Trevor. His smouldering looks, body and the way Trevor looked at him... He probably thought about it until he fell asleep.

The next day he lazed around most of the day. When it got to 8pm, Bradley began to feel lonely. He hadn't made any friends really at the school and knew nobody around The area. Except Trevor. But there was no way he was texting him unless he needed him. It would probably do him good to go for a drink. Bradley dressed in a denim jacket with a light blue tshirt underneath, and light blue ripped jeans.
Bradley made his way out of his apartment and out of the building onto the street. The bar he found nearer the city centre was loud, but he felt like going out. Bradley entered it with caution, looking around the dimly lit building.
 
Much like Brad, Trevor fell asleep that night still drooling. Maybe with some angry masturbation in there as well. In the end, he felt better by the time he woke up. If he dweller on every person he couldn't have, the guy wouldn't be able to live with himself. Today, he ran around town a bit, opting to take his Jeep for stocking up on some much needed groceries, before returning home. Maybe he should get fish or something. He couldn't very well have something cuddly, but.. He could get a fish, right? Then again, he was away so often, that probably wasn't a great idea either.
Sighing heavily, the guy flopped over the back of his sofa to land in it and stretch out. He messed around on his laptop for a while, watching a movie before staring at the wall once more. He'd go out. He needed something to do. Heading to the washroom, he put in some yellow contacts, mussed with his hair a moment, and turned to head out.
Hopping onto his bike, he headed off, ignoring the fact that it was sort of still early. As far as the bar was concerned, anyhow. He'd been there for a while by the time he spotted the blonde walking in. Playing pool, drinking probably too much, and munching on nachos. He could practically taste his bad decisions already.
 
This was not Bradley's scene at all. He held his forearm as he pushed past some people, not recognising Trevor over by the pool table. When he sat down right at the corner of the arm, Bradley ordered a bottle of beer and pulled out his phone.
Damn it, Bradley thought, he came here to force himself to socialise a bit and he was on his phone. He sighed when his beer turned up, downing it as quickly as possible. Hopefully that'd loosen him up.
 
Trevor watched the guy distractedly for a few moments, missing most of his shots, before he cursed and gave in, paying up. Heading up to the bar, he nudged the guy with his hip after motioning for another beer. "So you're that guy at a party." he teased, referring to the phone. What were the odds, realistically that they would end up at the same bar? Sure, if it was a small town, there was a pretty good chance that find Trevor at the bar. But with so many to choose from around here.. He had to wonder.
 
The nudge made Bradley jump a little, "Oh - Hey." He smiled, seeing it was Trevor. He slid around in his stool to face Trevor a little more, looking down at his phone, "Yeah, if I went to parties." Bradley snorted. He only really went to those parties which everyone was invited to, and that back in high school. "I - I like your contacts." Bradley smiled at the fake yellow ness in his eyes, "What is your natural colour anyways?" He grinned, squinting a little to see if he could tell what colour was hiding behind the contacts.
 
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Trevor just smiled, reaching to take his beer and take a drink. He coughed, choking a little as the other leaned closer, asking about his eyes, though. Glancing away, he frowned a little. "Ah.. Grey." he muttered, feeling sort of awkward. Trevor hated his eyes. Beyond hated. If he could only change one thing about himself, it would be a toss up between being able to touch another living thing, and having an eye color. "I didn't think I'd see you here." he said, switching the subject quickly as he took another drink from his bottle. "Miss me already?"
 
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"Cool.." He said, before taking a drink from the bottle. Bradley rolled his eyes but grinned, "Yes, I came out specifically to find you. Couldn't survive without my model." He said sarcastically. His eyes ran over Trevor as he sighed a little. The outfit he was wearing made him look so tough, which turned Bradley on a lot. Tough guys with that growly look about them got his motor running. Bradley cleared his throat quickly, clearing the ideas from his mind, "I'm guessing you come out often.."
 
"Thought so." Trevor smirked to the sarcastic remark, sliding on the stool next to the guy. Taking another swig from his bottle, the guy glanced over at the question. "Me? I practically live here." he grinned, inwardly sighing at just how true that statement was. "When I'm in town, anyway. I work a lot." he shrugged, taking another sip. "What about you? Just school?" Someone or other passed behind him, clapping a hand to his shoulder in passing greeting. Yellow eyes turned behind him, and Trevor gave a smile to the guy. He didn't even remember who it was. That seemed to be an ever occurring problem for the guy; drunk friends. He never remembered the next night.
 
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