In room 215 (sandyreed)
 

Now in most young adults life. They start thinking of going to college or even an university. If they got the the grades or skills. Which is how Jayce White got into one of the most highest university in the world. At a young age, they knew that he had what it takes to be one of the most famous artiest in their time. He was always busy with working on his skills. His specials were glass sculpting and paint. He spent all his free time to work, never time to play. He was lonely as a child and as a teen. He didn't even see his mother all that much. His father passed away at a young age. So he never got the chance to know him.

Time went on and he was now an adult. He decided to move out of home and go to an university of his choice. Well, sadly he didn't go becasue everyone wanted him to go to a certain one. So he was forced to go there or no peace. He wanted to get away from everyone that was pushing him. He couldn't take it anymore. He he told them he would go if he moves into a dorm room. They agreed and arranged things. Now today he was moving into the dorm today.

You can say that he stands out a little bit. For he had piercings everywhere on his face. A silver ring on his lip, three metal studs on his right brow, both ears were pierced three times. The top two were spiked and the bottom were tear shape red. He was rather tall and skinny. Hair was short and had two colors. The back was blue while the front was red. Jayce was wearing a black tank top and bleached ripped up jeans. With a pair of tan flip flops.

People wonder what his problem was. But he didn't care. He ddn't care what anyone said about him. They could drown for all he cared. All he had with him was his trusty backpack. With many keychains and patches on it. His other things were already in his dorm room. He was informed that he was going to have a roomate, but he didn't mind. That's when he pulled out a little pice of paper out of his front pocket. It had the room number on it. After walking for awhile. He had finally found his dorm room. "Room 215...here it is. A gateway towards freedom." he thought to himself. Pulling a key out of his other pocket. He put it in the keyhole and turns it. Hearing a click, he turned the knob and opens the door.

Inside was really emptied. The wondows were big, so a lot of light came in. He looks around to see anyother signs of life. It was so quiet, it was a little uneasy. It was like anything was going to pop out at any moment. He sighed and put his backpack down, next ot the door. Then walks over to the window. The room was on the second floor and had a wonderful view of the garden. He made him smile for a split second. He sighed and wonder where the other one was.

Flowers swayed in the breeze. Petals serenaded in the empty atmosphere. He caught one. Sean Francesco did study Biology, but it is a sheer miricle how something of incomprehensible beauty could be formed. The rose petals swooned in the air just like his rose coloured hair. The very being of nature bathed in his deep blue eyes. It is said that he is supernatural, how he can captivate people by a mere look. Sean stared into the pond, more impure than his eyes. Somehow, though the aquatic reflections, he knew he was being watched.

As he looksed around throught the wondow he sees a man nearby a pond. He couldn't see his face, but looking at him was so stunning. He only see that kind of beauty in art work. Then he thought of painting him and like that. He can see it all in his head. The colors, the texture. He haven't felt this happy about painting in just a long time. The last time he felt like this was when he did his first painting. But adfter that it was all meaningless and worthless. Well to him. He was paid a lot for his art work, but all of it was never in his eyes. Just the eyes of other people. He remembers that his mother was just using him to make money. Never really caring about him. Just his grades and art.

That's when he felt his heart racing and his face feeling warm. Knowing those signs. He pulled away from, the window and walked away. Placing his hand on his heart. "No....not this again..." he thought. Knowing what it meant. "I'm...falling in love with that strange man. After what happen last...I swear that I would never fall in love again." he told himself. The memories were popping back into his head. Like if it had happen only yesterday. All the pain was coming back again. Making him fall to his knees. "Suppress it. Suppress the feeling." he told himself. After the feeling went away, he got up and starts unpacking his things into his room.

He twirled the petal in his hand. He had been single for 3 years now, after his last lover had ran from him. He could remember it as clear as a day, the way the door slammed was a gash to the heard. He put the petal in the pocket of his tight, black jeans. He looked up to his flat. All the windows were shut except one...But there was something wrong. There was a sparkling light being emmitted by the window like diamonds. Sean gazed with is brilliant eyes...it was jewlerry. It was a message from the gods, he knew that fate brought him to this precise room. He looked at his card key...215 it read. 215...a number he would probably remember forever...

The stairs seemed like they would go on forever. Sean clasped the shiny banister, a handsome face seemed to reflect through it, covered in diamonds. This was his beyond his studies, was he becoming mad in love? As soon as he knew it, he had reached the summit of the stairs, bare and bright white walls seemed to stare at him dissaprovingly. No. His love wasn't forbidden. 220, 219, 218, 217...his heart seemed to race after each door.

216...215. Sean - with a trembling hand - put in the card key. The door slowly opened.

Jayce was in his room. With boxes being empied. You think it look like a room, but it was slowly turning into an art studio. There were easels stack together in one corner, blank canvases in the other. There was a bed, but it was a folding kind, so it was in the closet right now. It was only meant to use at night or whenever he was sleepy. On top of the folded bed were two thin blankets he used to keep warm. Which actually never worked. All of his clothes were hanging in the closet as well, but all of them were covered in paint from the past. In the window seal were bottles filled with sand. all in a linbe. But in the middle of the line of bottles was a fancy bottle filled with black sand. It was his most prized possession.

On some selves were glass sculptures. Most of them looked like mythical. Like angels or some kind of god. All were in different poses. Just as sitting with wings expose, standing with his hand reaching out. There were a few animals as well, but he didn't care for much. It wasn't like he hates animals, they were just to easy for him to do. Also there were a few paintings on the wall. They mostly look like burned down, abandoned places. The one next to the window was in some forest. On the ground it had the frame of where a house once stood. All was left was a chimney stack. Looking like it was about to fall over, covered in ivy. The other was on the left side wall. It was only black and gray. With a little house that looked like it was burned and whatever was left was standing. There were crows fly above the home and some on the ground.

The only thing left was a stool, that he used to sit. Which he was about to. He grabbed one of the blank canvas and easel. He was about to work on the art piece. Inspired by the man at the pond, not knowing that he was in here and was his roomate. His heart was racing once again. Feeling his bdy turning hot again. He sighed and set things up. Then he grabbed a small table, some paint, paintbrushes, and a pencil. He got the table up and set everything down. Then Jayce begains to sketch with the pencil.

"Hmph, so where's my stuff gonna go then." said Sean, flinging down his 3 stuffed suitcases. Jayce darted round in complete disarray, he could not believe is eyes...

Sean looked round, admiring all of Jayce's masterpieces...until his deep eyes fixated on one painting...

Jayce heard a voice and a footsteps. "I guess my roomate is here." he thought to himself. As he continues to work. Not looking over his shoulder. Until he felt him in the room. When he looked, his eyes widen. "No way! It's the guy at the pind I saw through the window!" he thought in shocked. Luckily on his canvas there was no way that Sean could tell in was him. He was working on the body frame. You can tell it's a guy, but that was it. He quickly put it down and turned it around. So he wouldn't see it. "You must be my roomate." he said. Sounding like he couldn't care less about the lovely looking man. His heart was racing faster. But you couldn't from his face that it was. "Is there something you want?" he asked. Crossing his arms and looked at his hair.

"Awww, I can tell your nervous..." said Sean.
Jayce blushed immediatly,
"And what do you mean, 'Is there something you want?', I live here now."
Sean threw himself on his bed and sighed.
"Nice picture by the way, it reminds me of someone I know..."

Sean withdrew the petal from his pocket and dropped it onto his lean, muscular chest.

He looked away from Sean when he said that Jayce was nervous. "Yeah right, whatever." he said. Putting his painting in progress, into the closet and put everything away. He couldn't work with him in the room. It be just to weird. Since his painting is based off of him. He looked at the man who was now laying on his own bed. When he said that his art work reminded him of someone and turned around. "Oh really, who?" he asked. Sounding like he didn't care, but did. Was it that easy to tell that it was him. It couldn't be. There was nothing that can tell him that it was Sean himself. "Actually, nevermind." he said. "All I got to say is to leave me alone and don't bug me. Do that and thing will be cool between us." he said. "Got a name?" he asked.

"Sean..."
He couldn't take his eyes off his face...he tried to look at a nearby object, but he was finding it so hard to be subtle. He had the beauty, grace and edge of a rose, his favorite flower...his middle name. He got a book out of his bag and tried to read, but the words didn't make any sense...He needed a name to replace those empty words of science...

"What's your name?" he said, trying to cover his blush...

When asked for his name. He blushed also. Luckily he had his back at Sean, so he couldn't see his face. "You don't need to know my name." he told him. When he felt like it couldn't get any worse. He felt his pants were getting tighter. Looking down, he sees his member was standing out. Making him blush more. "Crap! Why is it happening down. You were to reamin asleep for the rest of your life!" he thought to himself. As he quickly steps out of the bed room and into the bath room. Shutting the door behind him.

Memories flooded back to Sean, the anguishes of past lovers rushed to his mind. He was once the shy one, but for so long has he been in this situation, he didn't know what to do. He remembered his first kiss...against the wall of his room. The door slamming was burned into his rettenna. Then - without warning - a folder fell out of his closet, a canvas with his body on it, it was clear.

After being in the bath room for so long. Jayce came back and looks around. But stops when he gets to close to looking at Sean. Then he sees the canvas laying on the ground. He walks over to it and picks it up.

After being in the bath room for so long. Jayce came back and looks around. But stops when he gets to close to looking at Sean. Then he sees the canvas laying on the ground. He walks over to it and picks it up.

"It's beautiful..." implied Sean, "They all are..."
He walked to one of the glass angels. It's face full of reverance. Sean put his large tanned hands onto the angels small clear hands. Sean looked face to face at the angel. Only in his conscience...the angel nodded and moved it eyes to Jayce, then smiled.

Jayce blushed a bit when he said that his angels were beautiful. Many people said they were nice, but in art terms. No one had ever called his work simply beautiful. "...Thanks." he said. Looking over his shoulder, as he closed the closet. He he sees that Sean is looking at the one with the hand reaching out. He turned around. "That's 'Angel's guiding'. It took me about two to 3 weeks." he told him. "He actually my favorite out of all angel. It was the only one a used black sand." he told him. You can see where he used it to. For the angel had flowing black hair. Stunning blye eyes and wrapped in white ribbins. Made of glass of course. At a certain angle. It looks like the angel is coming down and reaching out to you.

"Everything in this universe is beautiful...the way science can create such masterpieces, it surely must be an act of God." said Sean.

"Landscapes are beautiful, flowers are beautiful, people are beautiful...you are very beautiful..."

He didn't think that his roomate was one with brains. He thought he was here for something else. As he list what was beautiful. He was sitting on the stool. Looking out through the wondow. Not as nice in the living area, but he didn't know what else to look at. Until Sean said that Jayce was beautiful. That his face turned totally beat red. But that was not the only thing beat. His heart was racing like a mad man. "No...I'm not and I know it. Don't say something so dumb and unreal." he said. "My art yes, but me...no." he said in a sad tone. He could never think he was good looking. After what happened to him.

"This whole universe is art." Sean explained, "You paint and draw it, I study it."
Sean got up and proceeded to Jayce, hands still on the book. "Look at this..."

It was a picture of the edge of a cliff towering over the sea at sunset. Dolphins leapt out of the sea with glee, their silky skin shined and sparkled in the raw orange sun.
"I took this in Wales, in the UK." He said. "Who knew it was such a beautiful place. It's amazing thinking about how this was created...In something as destructive as an explosion...the Big Bang..."
He slammed the book tightly shut making Jayce jump. Sean didn't know where he was getting this confidence from. Was it all from the frustrations of past relationships? All he knew is he wanted to help Jayce, in the world of love.

As Jayce looks at the pictures that Sean had taken were really amazing. He only seen things like this in paintings. "These are nice. I'm not saying that the world it's not. It's me who's-Ah!" he gasped as the lovely man slammed the book closed right in his face. "Dude! What the heak?!" he yelled. Feeling he was going to have a heart attack.

"Oh!" said Sean embarrased, normally people fall for the 'big bang' pun. Maybe this guy's just a bit bitter and serious. Let's see about that!

Sean knew that him and Jayce did like each other, but he didn't want to go in to quick. All his desire seemed too pull him in, before he known it, Sean's hands were on Jayce's broad chest and legs.

His heart was going at a fast paste. It felt like his heart was going to explode into millions of pieces. Right about now Jayce would of left and storm off somewhere else. But he couldn't pull away from him. He knew why not, but he keeps on trying to ingore it. But it was hard. Then he felt Sean touching him. He looked in shock and was really red. "Wha-what are you doing?!" he asked. Sounding a bit frighten.

Sean froze, what was he doing? He had known this guy for half an hour and he was going in for the kill...
"I...I-oh..." he withdrew his hands from Jayce's body, he had felt something stirr...
"I'm...so sorry...excuse me."
Sean swiftly retreated to the bathroom, covering his face with his left hand.

When Sean felt the room. Jayce gently wrapped his arms around his body and shivered a bit. He couldn't believed that happned to him. He thought that no one would never liked him. The last time he told someone that he liked them...didn't end up so will. "His touch...it was so soft and...warm even." he thought. He could feel that his member was getting hard and he was getting hot. He looked aroind and gently touched himself. For a second. Standing up and went into the kitchen. To find something to eat. But everything was emptied. "Of course...why am I not surprise." he thought.

'No-ones perfect' Sean thought to himself. He had gone hard as well, he couldn't stop himself. He lifted his shirt in the mirror. This is what I'm showing to him. He gently felt his silk skin, imagining his hands were Jayce's...He was sweating cold, sweet dew, he knew he was in love...

He left the bathroom and lept himself onto his bed, he pretended to read his book...all the words read 'Jayce, Jayce, Jayce...'

'No-ones perfect' Sean thought to himself. He had gone hard as well, he couldn't stop himself. He lifted his shirt in the mirror. This is what I'm showing to him. He gently felt his silk skin, imagining his hands were Jayce's...He was sweating cold, sweet dew, he knew he was in love...

He left the bathroom and lept himself onto his bed, he pretended to read his book...all the words read 'Jayce, Jayce, Jayce...'

Jayce was afraid to return the bed room. He didn't want to be a brat and ask him to move out. He was trying to get his mind on other things. Soon he was thinking of things that made him happy. Angels, forest, rivers, birds, Sean. "What?! No! That's not true. I don't like him. I don't like anyone!" he thought. Leaving the kitchen and going into the living room where he lay down on the couch. So far the only thing they actually offered. He lay down and looked up at the ceiling. It was so quiet. He hated the quiet. Feeling like something was going to pop out at any moment. He was starting to feel a little sleepy. He closed his eyes. As he did he heard a voice in his head. "No one will ever love a piece of shit like you." the voice said. "Yeah...he's right." he said. Before his eyes were fully shut. A tears escape from his eyes and rolled down his face.

The bathroom door slowly opened. Sean walked out slowly. He slowly turned his head to Jayce. It was inevitable.
"I love you."

He let out a soft moan in his sleep. After Sean said that he loved him. He laid on his side and curled up into a ball. "Sea...Sean..." he mumbled in his sleep. In his dream he was dreaming of both of them on top of a bed. Wearing nothing and kissing eathother. As Sean touches him between the legs. "Sean..." he mumbled again.

He kissed him on the neck...
A voice reitterated in his head...'I love you, I really love you...
Sean clasped his legs to Jayce's body, kissing every part of him he could find. It was amazing, how they were so different, when they held hands there was a pattern of white and tan. Then Sean's hand's crept lower...

The fantasy was soon over. Sean was on his bed in his boxers. This love wasn't going to happen. Tears leaked from his eyes...
"Sean...Sean..." Jayce kept saying...

((Ingore))

Sean proceeded to Jayce - who was deep in slumber.
"This is what feel about you Jayce..."
He leaned over and kissed his neck...then again, and again...
Sean proceeded to embrace Jayce's cheeks, passion burned inside him, he felt as if he was going to overflow with lust. Sean got himself on his bed and then kissed his chest...
"S-Sean..." Jayce moaned.

In his sleep. He let out quiet gasp as the lively man kissed him on the the neck. His fingers twiched and seemed that he would never wake up. He didn't felt him being placed from couch to Sean's bed. "Sean...Sean.." he continued to moan. "Ha-harder." he said in his sleep. His arms moved and had wrapped them around his neck. The other's body heat was so warm. Compare to his cold skin. He moaned and kissed Sean on the lips.

Their tounges were touching, all anxiety being drained from both of them...Sean's hands journeyed up Jayce's top, feeling his warm skin against his. He didn't want to let go. They were becoming tighter and tighter together. Lips to lips, mouth to mouth, body to body, groin to groin...

Jayce's body was trembling as he lets out moans. It was surprising how much of a deep sleeper he was. He kept one arm wrapped around Sean's neck, but moved his other hand down. Placing it on the red hair man's member. Rubbing it smoothly through his pants. His own was thrubbing under his pants. When their lips parted he mumbled a few words. "Sean...don't hurrt-" was all he manage to get out.

"I won't hurt you...I promise..."
They continued to make out, nothing was going to part them. They were two boys in love. Sean lowered his hand slowly, then started stroking Jayce's slender cock. There were two milestones to go...
"Jayce, please wake up...this is happening...for real..."

His face turned red when he felt him touching him down there. When he heard him telling him to wake up. He slowly opened them and blinked a few times. His vision was blurry at first. When it came clear he saw that Sean was right in front of him. "Wha...what's going on? Did I got drunk again?" he asked. Still feeling a little sleepy. Not was he a heavy sleeper, but he was also had a gard time waking up. "Se-Sean?" he mumbled.

Sean smiled...
"I knew what you were dreaming Jayce, it doesn't have to be just a dream..."
He rested his hands on Jayce's shoulders, "You're not drunk...you're drunk with lust...as I am..."

He kissed him on the lips, then bent down, kissing every part of him he could find, when he went down, and started for Jayce's cock, licking his lips...

"Dream...then this is.." he said. Watching him down down. When he got close to his cock. That's when it finally kicked in and pushed him away. Actually he pinned him down to the bed. He didn'r look all that happy. "You mean that all that. The feeling? It was real? And you were doing it in my sleep?!" he asked. Then his body started to shoke. Getting off of him and burried his face into his hands. "No..I can't...I can't fall in love again..." he said. Then looked at him. "You's paying you?" he asked. "Is this a joke you are playing with me?! I had my heart ripped and I'm not going to let that happen to me again!" he yelled. Then Sean could hear him sniffling, and sobbing.

Sean was frozen. He hadn't had to deal with this before. He was ment to be the one in the corner, his face buried in his hands crying...
"Jayce...what bad things could I possibly do to you?"
Sean was offended, he wasn't being payed like some prostitute, he loved this young man, he didn't want it to end now.
"I can't forge your dreams Jayce. We both need each other. I saw you through the window like an angel from the heavens. Don't be full of self doubt, I just want to to be happy..." he looked round,
"I adore you, I adore your art, I love your ingenuity and the tangent you see the world. I wish I could be like you..."

Sean approched him lowly, he was starting to cry himself...