BASEMENT PEOPLE [NOAH]

[Rory Andrew Cook]

NOV. 13; THURSDAY 10:30 PM

- YOU HID THERE LAST TIME - - - - - - - - -
YOU KNOW WE'RE GOING TO FIND YOU

Rory wasn’t focused on his book; he hadn’t been the entire time that he’d been there. His homework wasn’t even making its way into his brain. He was reading words although he was not computing them. They weren’t even complete thoughts as far as he was concerned. Maybe he should close it and start again later when his mind wasn’t a thousand miles away from the subject. Maybe he should do his own homework before Mason’s so that this wouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t though, he was too concerned with helping his roommate pass.

He chewed on his lip nervously. His roommate who did things to him, things that he shouldn’t like but did. It was useless to fight these things now. He’d started to like them, even want to do them. Could it be that he actually cared about his roommate? Clearly he did otherwise he wouldn’t spend his free time doing the other boy’s homework. Rory held conflicting emotions about the entire situation. Did he like like his roommate? That was weird to think about, he’d taken his innocence, but he’d enjoyed it. He was a slut. He frowned. God he was so disgusting falling for the first boy who touched him.

”I need to stop thinking.” he said under his breath. He shut his eyes and rested his head against the wall behind him. He’d left his room because Mason was hooking up with someone. He didn’t really want to listen to all the mechanics of what was going on so he left as soon as he realized what was going on. It used to hurt that he wasn’t Mason’s only sex thing, but he grew to accept it. It still hurt his feelings a little, but he was sort of worthless so it didn’t matter too much.

He’d banished himself to the hallway outside their room, hoping that it’d be over soon. At least he’d managed to grab a hoodie and his textbook before evacuating the room. It would suck to draw more attention to himself with such a shirt. High school kids weren’t supposed to like Pokemon. His mind kept wandering away from what he needed to focus on to things that were insignificant. He gnawed on his lip gently, trying not to focus on the noises in the room behind him. Maybe he’d be lucky enough for someone to come and steal him away from this misery. Maybe Andy would decide to talk to him today. Perhaps today would be the day his younger brother would forgive him. Yeah, right. Now that was wishful thinking.

Rory closed his textbook and set it next to him on the floor; he pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face into his jammies. Why was he such a fucking loser? He sighed and shut his eyes again. Could he get away with sleeping in this position or would it hurt? Fuck it, it didn’t really matter. Why should he care if his neck hurt when he woke up? At least it’d be something other than Mason’s sexscapades to think about.

[Noah Elias Reed]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Noah was having a hard time finding anything to entertain him at the moment. It felt like he had tried just about everything so far. First he had tried to do some homework. Naturally that had lasted a good ten minutes or so before he got fed up with it. Doing homework just wasn’t his thing. It was way easier to find some other poor fool to get to do it for him. It was what he generally ended up doing. It was easy enough to find someone to do it here. Generally he just manipulated them by promising money or, more frequently, sex. It really worked out in the end for him and whoever he used. They slaved over his homework, and he got that done as well as some sex for the two of them. It made perfect and logical sense to him and seemed like an equal trade.

Shoving the textbooks aside, he shut them and stacked them onto one side of his desk. That was enough of that for now. He decided instead to spend some quality time on his appearance. Since he showered, his entire face was a blank slate without any sort of makeup on it. A rare sight indeed and one that not many people ever got to see. Noah was particularly picky about his appearance every single day. No matte the time of day. He had an image to uphold, and quite frankly he thought he looked a lot better with the immense amount of makeup he generally wore. Noah was fairly certain the only people who had seen him without any makeup on here at this school was Mason and his roommate, that for obvious reasons. Mason had found a habit of appearing at his door at odd times of the night and sleeping over recently as well.

After spending a decent twenty minutes on his face, Noah deemed his job complete. A heavy layer of black eyeliner and eyeshadow surrounded his brown eyes. It was simple, and yet effective enough to please the young man. The rest of his jewelry, mainly his plugs and lip rings were placed back into their holes, having been taken out earlier to be cleaned. Another fifteen minutes and Noah had thrown on a pair of black skinny jeans and a black v-neck. It was simple but it would suffice for the remaining night. No need to get too crazy when it was already late and thus he didn't even bother with his hair at all, letting the half mohawk lay flat on his head.

Amongst his getting ready to face the world, Noah had decided to go try and pay Mason a visit. It had been a few days since he had seen his best friend and the angsty guy wasn’t answering his texts now. Noah was far from the type to put up with being ignored. So he figured he might as well drop in and make sure he wasn’t dead or something. No, that was far from likely, but it was giving him an excuse to go try and pester his best friend in person rather than send him more texts. At this point, Noah was expecting Mason to send him an angry text or even call bitching at him.

Noah gathered his keys and whatever else he thought he might need before slipping out of his dorm. He traveled slowly, not particularly in any rush despite his growing boredom. Maybe he could get a good fuck out of Mason. That would certainly cure his boredom, even if just for a short period of time. Sex would at least make him tired, and then maybe he could go sleep. As Noah arrived at the dorm floor level that Mason’s was on, he noticed a person bundled up outside a door. It was odd to see people sitting outside of dorms. Maybe whoever it was had forgotten their key or something? Well, that certainly sucked for them especially at this time of night.

As he got closer he realized the person was sitting outside of Mason’s dorm. Well that was certainly odd indeed. It wasn’t Mason, he knew that for a fact. That only left one other person it could be. When he got close enough, and he could hear what was going on inside of the dorm, Noah pin pointed who it was exactly. It was Rory, Mason’s roommate. Well, roommate and some more on the side. Noah really had no idea what was going on between them aside from knowing they had sex and Rory did Mason’s homework. Maybe that was all. It was hard to figure out anything when it came to Mason, and he only knew Rory from a few encounters. And lets face it, Noah never had real heart to hearts with anyone anyways. He kept people at a distance for a reason.

Noah wasn’t sure if Rory had heard him approach or not, or if he even cared. Probably not, since his face was still hiding in his knees. Stopping in front of Rory, he crouched down and reached out towards him. Gently he placed his hands on either side of Rory’s head and forced it up so he could see his face. ”Hello little dove.” He greeted with a sort of gentle cooing to his voice. A dove was exactly what he would describe Rory as. Something sincere, and innocent. At least, well, he had been until Mason had grabbed onto him. His fingers curled under Rory’s jaw, holding his chin up as he inspected him. He really was cute and adorable, especially with this utterly pathetic look he had on his face right now. ”Surely you can’t be enjoying yourself..I could help with that.” It was suggestive, and yet completely left open to be interpreted however Rory wanted and that was exactly how Noah intended it to be.

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Setting: Nov 13th 10:30pm
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[Rory Andrew Cook]

- YOU HID THERE LAST TIME - - - - - - - - -
YOU KNOW WE'RE GOING TO FIND YOU

A quiet yawn left his body as he seriously debated allowing himself to fall asleep here. Maybe Mason would choose to be nice and wake him up later when his sex partner left. If they left, his hopes sank and were replaced with something else. Sadness? Jealousy? Was he jealous of this faceless person? Yeah, at least they got to sleep in a bed, not just any bed either. His heart hurt thinking about it. Why did he care if someone else was in Mason’s bed? It was as if he and Mason were anything. Rory was just a sex toy, right? That’s all he was and that’s all he’d ever be to his roommate. Who would want him anyways? He was damaged goods. He always made sure that the lights were off if they did anything at all. Rory really didn’t want Mason to see the ugly scars that lined his body from years of self-hatred and self-abuse. The scars from where he’d tried to end it all were expertly hidden under his sleeves and bracelets. Over the years he’d become an expert at hiding his true feelings and his scars. It was something that grew easier with time. After a while the guilt of everything stopped bothering him.

Well, maybe not the guilt. He still felt guilty all the time. Sometimes his guilt got so bad that he reverted back to self-harming. Self-harming was his self-medication. It worked for him; it just didn’t go over well with the people who were around him. When they found out about his “self-medication” it was bad. Then again they did find out about it after Andy found his nearly dead human form lying on his bedroom floor. That really did make him feel guilty. He frowned and shut his eyes tighter trying to make the images of Andy’s expression out of his mind at the hospital. He was so angry. Rory wanted those images to go away. They weren’t helping anything. He needed to escape as soon as possible. He swallowed and tried to think of a happier time. It was hard to get passed the bad memories when they were so easy to find. Sometimes Rory felt guilty that he couldn’t think of happy times with his family. They were buried so deep inside his brain.

Suddenly Rory’s face was forced up by someone’s hands. Who was up and around at this time? He opened his eyes bewildered and came face to face with Mason’s friend Noah. He didn’t know Noah very well but he knew Mason well enough to know that Noah and Mason probably slept together. His roommate’s friend was incredibly intimidating, but then again so was his roommate. Rory blushed and looked at Noah quietly without responding to his greeting. After a moment of running through greetings in his mind he settled on something simple. ”Hi,” he said softly, his gaze shifting away from the other boy to the wall behind him. The way the older boy was speaking to Rory made him feel like a child again. Oh well, he’d accept it. Maybe it’s what he deserved for being so stupid sometimes.

”Not really,” he replied softly to the other boy. He chewed on his lip while his gaze snapped back up to the older boy. Blood filled his cheeks once again turning them a deep red color. The way he was talking reminded him of Mason when he was suggesting something that wasn’t completely wholesome. ”How?” he asked softly. Rory had a fair idea as to what Noah was talking about, but he’d let the other boy fill in the blank… just in case he was wrong. Would Noah want to do the same things that Mason did to him? He chewed on his lip gently, did he really give a shit? Not really, he didn’t really care about his well-being. Noah could kidnap him and cut him into tiny pieces and he probably wouldn’t even scream. Rory genuinely did not care about himself.