☾ Katmere Academy ☽ discussion

Cole's swim meet finished up, everyone except for Cole getting out of the pool. Cole simply stayed swimming for a while longer before pulling himself out and sitting on the side. He shook his head, hair starting a light poof. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it off his skin slightly. He chose to wear shirts during his meets as to cover his scars, most of which were on his torso. He always did tight ones, which only felt tighter after getting out of the pull. Seeing the final guy walk out of the locker room, he stood up and fought with his shirt as he walked, getting it off near the locker room door. He shook his hair once more as he walked in.

Flint had stayed behind, waiting for Cole. When he watched all the other guys walk out, and even Cole hadn't made his way out, he began to worry and went to the locker rooms. He always came to watch Cole, especially since football season was over and he loved to see his boyfriend swim. He wouldn't go too into thought processing when watching him, because he couldn't help but want him more than he already did. With his fluffy hair when it dried and tighter clothes there was no reason not to. He caught sight of him at the locker room door and he paused, his eyes widening slightly. He walked closer and cleared his throat, pausing. "Cole?" He asked, the one rare occasion he called him his actual name instead of 'cute snack'.

Cole started twirling his shirt up and squeezing it in an attempt to get it fairly dry for the moment, which made it mentally better for him to carry. He gave a light roll of his shoulders right before he heard his name, flinching when he did. Someone was still there, he swore everyone was gone. His ears were slightly clogged, so his hearing was more like a normal person's, so he hadn't heard anyone else. He froze for a second before realizing who it was, half turning to his boyfriend. 'Cole' seemed weird to hear from Flint, to Cole anyways. He was so used to 'cute snack' instead, so it instantly put him in worry. He swallowed, holding his shirt to him. "What...what are you doing here?" He questioned, hoping it would stray Flint's mind.

Flint bit his lip, but his eyes never started from Cole. He wasn't naive to think of something other than what was obvious about what he was seeing. He lifted his eyes to Cole's and frowned. "I'm here to check on you. I didn't see you come out and it had been awhile so I got worried." He stepped forward and got closer to Cole, his eyes slipping down to the scars. He cleared his throat and flicked his eyes up again. He was unable to speak words, and he didn't want to make his lover uncomfortable either.

Cole listened and gave a slight nod, half crossing his arms. "I don't like changing infront of the others." He said truthfully. There was his scars, but also the fact of others seeing him nude. Most of the others had no shame, and half of them joked around about eachothers bodies. He didn't lioe that thought, the thought of jokes being made about him and his body. He chose to stick with 'Water-Boy' with the group. He watched Flint and swallowed at his eyes direction. "I have to change." He said, turning around from Flint and going fully into the locker room and to one of the lockers. On his back lied his biggest scars, them being a few bigger sized slashes from his right shoulder to about mid back. These were scars Cole never quite saw, but he had the most vivid memory of.

Flint nodded and couldn't help it. Instead of turning away or walking out of the locker room, he followed Cole. He bit his tongue until it almost bled with the sight of Cole's back. He frowned and stood a few feet behind his lover, knowing that he might not like him seeing him without clothes yet, but still curious and full of emotion. Anger, hatred, sadness, all about the scars that peppered Cole's person. He swallowed before speaking. "Cole... What happened- Who did this to you?" He asked softly, his eyes soft as he gazed at him. He kept his distance still, not wanting to scare him or make him more uncomfortable than he most likely was.

Cole clutched his lock at the question, taking a breaty. He kept silent as he loosened his grip and undid the lock, opening his locker and placing his shirt down. "Beer bottles, thrown around, too much to remember. My Uncle. I'm fine, he lives in New York." He said, grabbing his towel from his bag and wrapping it around his upper body to, one, cover his scars, and two, dry up. "Do we have to talk about it?" He questioned, looking to Flint. His expression remained blank, but his eyes shown his fear and sadness he kept deep down. Both were emotions he had kept to himself, and even then it was rare for him to see come from himself.

Flint frowned, and almost flinched. The mating bond he always felt between him and Cole pulled taut, letting him know just how much pain Cole had gone through. He walked over to him and slowly brought him in for a soft and gentle embrace, kissing the top of his head. "You don't have to. I just asked because I never want to see you hurt, Cole." He pulled back and gazed at him, his eyes bright and full of his emotions at what Cole had told him so far. He wasn't going to push him, he would want for when he was ready to speak. He cupped Cole's cheek, a crease in his brow.

Cole blinked, almost flinching at the hug. His eyes twitched before he let the towel drop and he hugged him back. He bit his tongue, fighting back his emotions. After a moment, he took a deep breath and relaxed slightly. "I never met my father, and my mother died giving birth. I went to her younger brother. He's a normal human, doesn't know I'm a warlock. He blames me for my mothers death, he's an alcoholic, so those mixed with taking care of me wasn't...good." He swallowed, nuzzling into Flint's chest. He knew he'd have to tell him eventually, and without true reason, he knew he wouldn't do it one day.

Flint swallowed and held Cole close, letting him speak. He ran his hand up and down Cole's back, going over his bare skin without hesitation over the scars. It made Flint want to track down Cole's uncle and quite literally burn him to dust, as it wouldn't be hard as a dragon. He let Cole nuzzle his chest, bending his head to kiss the top of it. "You know it's not your fault, right?" He wrapped his arms tighter around him, pulling back a little to gaze at him intently while he rested his head on Flint's chest. He kept the caress up and down his back constant, letting him take his time.

Cole looked up with a small nod. "I know. I met my grandma once, she explained she had health problems before she got pregnant. My uncle wouldn't listen to her, I haven't seen her since." He said, rethinking the memory. She had said nothing was able to help her, no miracle or magic it seemed. He understood what that meant now, now that he was aware of his magic. "I think I was four when I met her. Five when I discovered my powers, seven when I got a handle on them." He thought for a second before speaking again. "Ten when I ran away. It was after I got the bigger scars." His hand instinctively went to the back of his head, his memories more vivid than usual.

Flint hummed and held Cole close, eyes on his as he spoke. He immediately felt the urge to, once again, hunt down Cole's Uncle and give him a piece of his mind for being such a piece of shit to a little boy. Especially his nephew. It made Flint a little sick at the thought and he cleared his head, processing everything that Cole had told him so far. He slid a hand where Cole's was, pausing before turning him around. He bent his head to Cole's shoulder, sliding down slightly to press a kiss to the corner of one of his scars. " I would say I'm sorry, Cole. But I know it won't change the past. But I'm here for whatever you want and need now, and I promise you won't hurt like that again." He said softly, pressing another kiss to the scar.

Cole relaxed in his hold, eyes softening. He turned his hand from under Flint's in order to link them together. He however blinked as he was turned. He questioned it for a second, but quickly relaxed again and lightly leaned back into him. His words broke him, as he closed his eyes while tears started slowly running. He was safe now, safe at Katmere, safe with Flint, his lover, his mate. Lover. Love. That word wasn't one Cole heard often from others, never directed to him. He had never felt the feeling before, before now. Flint was one of two people in his life he's ever trusted, having always relied on himself before. He swallowed and turned his head, kissing his forehead. "I know, thank you. I'm here for you too." I love you. he couldn't bring himself to say it, so it stayed in his mind.

Flint smiled at the kiss to his forehead and wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing kisses up his neck to cheek. He nodded and then nuzzled his cheek. "I know." He turned Cole to face him, wiping the tears off his face and cupping his cheeks. He kissed him softly, pulling him close once again. "I want to make sure you're happy and safe and comfortable." He smiled at him, brushing his thumbs across his cheeks. "You don't have to say it back, Cute Snack. But I love you. And I'll always be here for you." He slid a hand down to his waist and wrapping his arms around him, bringing him close.

Cole instantly wrapped his arms around Flint as he was turned around, head tilting into one of his hands, eyes closing as he listened to him speak. When he felt Flint's hands moved, Cole's head did as well, onto his chest. Eyes opening widely, Cole's cheeks warmed to a red. I love you. The exact words he was thinking. He parted his lips to reply, but shied out quickly. He instead settled for lifting his head to Flint's and giving him a kiss. It calmed his mind, any tenseness he had leaving as he broke it. After a second he was able to respond correctly. "I love you too...Draco Meus."
[For the Stalkers - Draco Meus is latin for My Dragon]

Flint smiled into the kiss Cole gave him, hand sliding to doing the other sound his waist. He was able to translate the nickname, his family having taught him Latin at a young age. He flushed and nuzzled Cole's cheek, making a deep purr in his chest. "Mm. Cute Snack and his dragon." He pulled back and peppered his face in kisses, lifting him off his feet. "I love that." He chuckled and grinned at Cole, even as his mind took a small turn and he held back a comment, opting to hold his lover close with the knowledge he loved him too.

Cole's eyes closed again, head leaning toward Flint's. Latin was a language he knew some of, mainly from finding old books that belonged to his mother and wanting to figure out what the words had meant. There were two based on the true world, the true species that lived besides humans, so draco was used often in the books. The name had came to his mind in the moment, and due to Flint's love for it, he planned to stick with it. He gave a gentle smile, which quickly had a laugh added on due to the kiss attack. It distracted him from being lifted. "I'm glad." He said quietly, turning his head and giving him a kiss. It finally registered he was picked up, but simply left it and gently wrapped his legs around Flint's waist, hands going to his shoulder.

Flint made a happy noise and kissed him back happily, nipping his lip playfully. He pulled back, flushing slightly when he wrapped his legs around his waist. He slid his hands down to Cole's hips, eyes trained on him. He bit his lips again, trying even harder to not say his comment with them in this position. He nuzzled his neck and hummed, holding his hips steady in his hands.

Cole linked his arms together behind Flint's head, cheeks going pink at the light bite. His eyes stayed on Flint's as he assessed him, smiling softly. He flinched slightly as he was bit again and huffed, pecking his cheek. He let a hand go to Flint's hair, tossling with it a bit. His head leaned against his lovers as his neck got nuzzled, however questioned Flint's odd silence. "You want to say something, don't you?" He asked, looking down at him.

"I do... But I don't want you to let go of me." He gazed up at him, whining. He nuzzled his neck again and made little whimpers. He looked up at him and sighed, kissing his neck gently. I lifted his head fully, looking at him innocently. He gripped his hips to keep him stable to himself, so he wouldn't leave his arms if he asked him to tell him. He wouldn't deny him, because he was the only reason he hadn't said anything.

Cole blinked, however then sighed. "We can't stay like this forever, you know. I'd like to eventually change." He joked lightly. He shifted in the new grip, quickly understanding the reason behind it. "Well, tell me so I know whether I'll let you in my dorm or not tonight." He kept a smile on his face, indicating his words where a joke. There was a small threat behind it though, not entirly against the idea if his words where bad enough.

Flint whined and then gave him a pout, reluctant to speak with even the small threat. It didn't mean much, but it still made Flint hesitant. Cole still had some trouble sleeping without him, so he knew it was most likely not enough to take away that privilege. He took a small breath and leaned forward. "I was going to say, I love the sound of being your dragon. You can ride me whenever you want and I can take you on a ride if you'd like." He said softly, eyes on Cole's and his hands gripping Cole's hips tightly in anticipation for his reaction.

Cole smiled at the starter, still lightly playing with Flint's hair as he spoke. His expression became slightly confused at the latter statement. "Why would I lea-" He stopped as he got a flashback to the last time the topic was brought up. His face bloomed a dark pink and turned it away. His hand dropped from his har and flicked his nose before resting on his shoulder. "Clean you mind. That's not happening for a while." He said, warming at his own words. He figured it would happen eventually, and the thought embarrassed him.

Flint moved into his hand playing with his hair, making a small happy noise. When Cole spoke, he whined and nipped his hand, giving him a small pout. "Still. It's hard not to think about, Cute Snack." He glanced up at him, holding him stable in his arms. He kissed Cole's palm. "You're tempting, sometimes. With your cuteness and flustered reactions. I promise I'll be gentle when we do, but know that it's always there." Flint glanced up at him again, expression genuine.

Cole merely huffed at him, dropping his hands to meet Flint's wrists. He undid his legs and pulled Flint's arms away, dropping down. "Turn around." He said, turning and going back to his locker, muttering a spell to have his towel lift and become a sort of barrier. "Comments like those will get you on a probation of sorts." He said, taking his clothes out from his sports bag, putting his shirt on and shaking his hair again.

Flint blinked and huffed, reluctantly turning around when Cole disengaged himself from Flint's arms. He crossed his arms and pouted, whining at his statement. "Why? I was just being honest, and you asked for me to speak. Hmph." He pouted more, huffing again. "Probation my ass."

Cole sighed at his lover, shaking his head as he turned his head to him again. When he seen he was turned, he looked back to his locker and quickly took off his swimming trunks and put on his boxers, flinching slightly at the cold he felt down there. He quickly dressed his jeans and ringed some access water from his trunks before grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his damp clothes. He didn't bother replying to the childish behavior as he grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder. "Either grow up and come with me to my dorm or stay here and throw your fit." He said, pecking Flint's cheek before starting out.

Flint tried to distract himself from the sound of Cole's clothes being removed, his advanced heating not being a good asset at the moment. He bit his tongue until Cole gave him a kiss on his cheek. He glanced after him and whined, not liking his lover's response. He slowly trailed behind him, still pouting slightly. "I'm not throwing a fit. You're being mean to little Flint and he hasn't done anything to you."

Cole blinked at his wording, then rolled his eyes. "Flint, that sounds childish. However it's not what 'little Flint' has done, it's what big Flint has said. Also how the little one likes to make him say those things, so I do have reason to be mean to him." He said, stopping for Flint to catch up with his slow pace. When he did, he took hold of his hand.

Flint whined again and took Cole's hand happily, his pout dissipating after the act of affection. He still glanced at Cole and stuck his tongue out at him. "Little Cole doesn't do a lot of thinking, and has never been driven to do so. You don't know what it's like to be in that situation. Being mean to little Flint just makes it worse and then big Flint gets more excited at little Flint's temptations." He huffed and looked ahead, still holding Cole's hand. He swallowed a little, hoping what he said didn't mess anything up. He was just being completely honest, which it all was true. Cole's only been around for one of his 'incidents', so he didn't really know how Flint was entirely when put in the position.

Cole merely shook his head, walking them toward his dorm as Flint spoke. His cheeks warmed, but he couldn't help but laugh. "Good lord, Flint. Stop saying 'little Flint' and 'little Cole'." He said, hardly caring at this point. It was such a stupid way to say such things, in his opinion. He shook his head, dropping his voice to a whisper. "I'm not mean to your dick, but you should stop it from controlling you before I do turn against it." He said, looking up at him.

Flint laughed and pecked Cole's cheek, chuckling softly. "Well, I was keeping it PG-13 for your sake." He shrugged and listened to what he had to say, huffing a little. He glanced at him before pulling him close, outside the door to Cole's dorm. He smiled innocently, bending his head down to Cole's ear and having him turn and back to Flint's chest. "If you turn against it, I prefer this position. You feel nice and cosy against it," he joked, not caring how it sounded because he was just messing around with him. He stepped back and smiled. "After you, Cute Snack."

Cole blinked, however regifted the gesture back to Flint. "I'm pretty sure I've heard just about all of the baseball and swim team talk about eachother's dicks. I think you're safe." He said, patting his shoulder with his free hand. When Flint pulled him close, he gave a soft smile back up to him and was going to kiss him until Flint's head bent and he was turned. His expression quickly became confused until Flint spoke. His cheeks flushed, fingers twitching. He however gave a glare and gathered his confidence to move his own hips against Flint's before he stepped away. "No. Get." He said, opening his door and walking in, starting to close it behind him.

Flint whimpered at the pressure put back against him before Cole backed away, his eyes widening and cheeks heating. He hadn't expected that reaction out of his lover, considering he was always getting after him for his jokes and innuendos. He blinked at him and watched him open the door and walk in, quickly jumping into action when he went to close it. "No!" He put his foot in the door and tackled Cole to the bed, glancing up at him before nuzzling his neck. "I'm not going anywhere." He nipped at the base of his neck and hovered over him, his knees caging in Cole's hips on the bed. He smiled innocently at his lover, his eyes alight with playfulness, mostly to mask his reaction to Cole's move moments ago.

Cole huffed and put his things down by his bed, then turned at the protest from his boyfriend. His face turned slightly shocked as he gave a slight yelp to match it. His head gave a slight jerk to the side at the nip, cheeks warming again. A blue flame joined his blush this time, hands resting up on Flint's chest. Cole swallowed, then gave a small growl. "Get off, you drama queen!" He exclaimed, then looked pasted Flint and to his door. He seen someone walking by and quickly stretched his leg out, closing the door before returning his eyes to Flint in a glare.

"Make me, Cute Snack." He stuck his tongue out at Cole, not at all bothered by him closing the door. Or his glare. Or even his growl. That actually gave him incentive instead of scaring him off. The blue flames from his blush made him chuckle and he went back to nipping and kissing Cole's neck and collar playfully. He glanced up at Cole and smiled innocently, sinking down between Cole's legs and continuing his attack, not phased by his boyfriend's response. He was alright now, in a playful mood really. He trailed his hands up and down Cole's sides, gentle and just with his fingertips.