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[Maxim hasn't even gotten a chance to write in his shiny new journal yet (Or rather, old journal that he's forgotten about until now, whoops). He just set it down on the bed, plunked himself down on his stomach, and has at it.]

[But nothing happens.]

[Clearly he just needs more ink - noooo, that doesn't work either. Now there is just a big purple splotch on the page.]

[Okay Maxim, time to be clever about this. Time to use your head.]

[A few minutes later, there is a photo of a very shirtless boy with purple hair, pouting pathetically at the viewer. His journal is broken and he wants attention, take pity on him, please.]

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[Purple ink blot!]

[A wink and kisses blown!]

[Oh, wait, here, hang on ... ah! There, a grinning kid in clown make-up who waves enthusiastically.]

[Hooray!]

[Hey, hey Gamzee. Do you want to see his panties? Do you?]

[Because he's sloooooooowly inching his way down there]

[PSYCHE, totes jumping to his socks. They are red thigh-highs, and they totally rock]

[Okay, those are pretty cool socks, ngl, and they will get a surprised and grinning thumbs up. Gamzee would totally wear those if they had polkadots on them! In return, Maxim will get a less exciting view of Gamzee's purple Chuck Taylors, because he's not as good at being SEXAY.]

[Oh Gamzee, you are some kind of special, aren't you? He rolls his eyes with a grin, snickering to himself]

[Hey, Gamzee likes his shoes! They are super awesome and purple! But in pulling the view back up, he will totally by-pass the fact, only noticed in passing, that all he's wearing is a beater and some threadbare polkadot boxer shorts, because it's hot at home today, and he didn't really think it was worth it to get properly dressed. In the Slytherin's head, the view of his sweet sneaks it much more enticing than the exposed lanky limbs.

Not that he minds all of Maxim's skin on display. Not even a little bit.]

[Hmmmm, Maxim sure isn't complaining. Just kind of smirking to himself, a finger pressed thoughtfully to his lips. He's saving that image for later]

[And they are nice shoes, really. Maxim never says no to anything purple]

[Gamzee raises his eyebrows questioningly at the smirk, then holds up a 2-liter of grape soda, dripping with condensation from the fridge, looking at the other boy inquisitively.]

[Ehn, he's got... hold on.... don't mind that flash of bright red panties...]

[AHA.]

[He's got beer. A local brew labelled Jaegerbrau. He thumbs up]

[Woah, hey, no, when Maxim turns back to the journal, there will be a view of Gamzee tilting his head to the side, as though he could somehow get a better look by craning his head. He blinks at the beer, though, and then grins, shrugging. He doesn't have any, himself, though a little bit of digging will produce a small plastic baggie filled with green buds, which he holds up with a grin.]

[Oh ho ho! Maxim covers his mouth, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Someone was caught looking~]

[The reaction applies to the weed, too, though. Looks like someone was ready for a bit of fun. Beer was just closer for him, though, what with his Aunt running a beer hall. He'd have to actually TRY to get stoned.]

[Oh, yeah, hey, probably shouldn't smoke pot where anyone could see, so everything from here on out will be spelled private between them, as he pulls out a well-used glass pipe and a lighter, then looks back up, grinning slyly. He makes a little twirling gesture with his finger, as if to say, Turn around, let me see.]

[Ohhhh, they're going to go this route, are they? Well, he's just going to pop over to the door and make sure it's locked. He doesn't need a brother popping in and catching him in a compromising position.]

[Once that's settled, he slowly saunters back, a coy smile on his face as he turns and bends over, giving Gamzee a rather spectacular view of his rump.]

[Welp. Gamzee's fifteen - that's going to pretty much cause one of his persistent popped boners. When Maxim turns back, he will find an appreciatively applauding Slytherin. Gamzee is pretty sure he's never seen a real life dude in women's underwear, but that is pretty motherfucking awesome.]

[They are not ladies' underwear, they are his, he picked them out. But they are definitely not traditionally male, and they are tiny, so he will forgive the error.]

[straightening back up, he turns to look over his shoulder, smirk on his face, then slaps his rump. You like that, boy, do you?]

[Admittedly, Gamzee's experience with underwear for boys is either boxer shorts or y-fronts - most everything else looks like ladies stuff to him.

But yeah, that smile says he definitely likes, along with the flush in his cheeks. Gamzee doesn't have a lot of real life experience with this kind of thing, either, which makes it all pretty exciting in general, and he bites into his lower lip as he eyes Maxim's ass extensively.]

[Maxim learned from professionals, way before a boy (or girl, really) ought to know. That's what he got for hanging around backstage at Mamma's and mimicking the showgirls.]

[This is, however, the first time he's gotten to USE that knowledge for it's intended purposes. Turning his head a bit to the side, he reaches up, twirling a bit of hair around his fingers and using it to hide the faint blush on his cheeks as he rocks his hips. They sway from side to side smoothly, his stomach undulating from the motion. Then he turns away, pulling his hair up as he bends over once again.]

[Oh. Oh, motherfuck. Um. Wow. So Gamzee is going to just shift in his chair a bit, trying to get comfortable, and really failing to hide the impressive tent in his shorts now. Because that, in his opinion, is a really nice ass, but he's not really sure what to do about it, except be painfully aroused all of sudden and keep watching. And maybe drum his fingers on his bare thigh. How come a kid his age knows how to do that? He's going to have to ask Maxim (and presumably learn about Mamma's) the next time he sees him.

Wow.]

[Some people would probably say it was a bad environment for a child to grow up in. They would probably use Maxim as a perfect example why. They don't know that he knows where to draw the line, when to be responsible, and to never go outside his comfort zone. Dancing alone in his room, with a spell to keep things from unwanted eyes? Well within the limits of his comfort.]

[And Gamzee's too, if his expression says anything. He smiles over his shoulder as he rises, turning back towards the camera and sauntering closer, leaning in with his lips puckered]

[Gamzee laughs.

He can't help it, and there's absolutely nothing mean spirited about it, it's just that the puckered lips thing is so unexpectedly cute, strangely endearing, less sexy and more making him want to hug the other boy, that it makes his heart do a little skipped beat and fills him with a sudden warmth. Having no idea how it'll look, he lightly presses his own lips to the journal, still grinning, leaving an impression of black lipstick on the paper.]

[The pucker is ruined by his tongue being thrust out in Gamzee's direction, his face all scrunched up. Then it softens and he ducks his head so that a purple curtain of hair falls into his face. He peers through it, wearing a coy smile, and brings his hand up, lightly chewing on the tip of his fingernail. After a moment, he darts forward, pressing a quick little kiss to the mark left by Gamzee's lips]

[Gamzee grins with delight, awkward hard-on momentarily forgotten, though the exchange makes him a little sad, too. He's missed his friends pretty badly over the summer, and it's still over a month until he can be back to seeing them every day again. Still, the journals are better than going to down to the beach and huffing glue, and the smile stays on his face. He touches his fingers to the page of the journal where he'd put his own lips, and where Maxim had pressed his back, stroking the paper for a moment wistfully.

Then he sits back and opens the grape soda, taking a long swallow, and then gesturing at Maxim like, Go ahead!]

[He was lucky the bulk of his peeps lived in Mechanicsburg with him. Then again, they were all mostly older family members, so it wasn't quite the same.]

[Rolling his eyes at the gesture to drink, he grabbed his beer and the journal, moving to plop down on his bed. Once he was all nice and curled up, he held up the bottle, then took a long swig]

[Gamzee just grins lazily at the eye-roll, he's used to those. He's going to go sprawl out on his own bed himself, taking the soda and the pipe, and setting up to take a few puffs. The still-present erection is kind of on display, with the way his legs are comfortably spread, but he seems to have forgotten about it as he takes a few tokes off the little pipe.]

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