I Won't Apologize, But I'll Feed You (Pierce)

[Roman Park]

Thank God it was summer break.  Roman wasn't finished with college yet, but at least he had a couple months now to work extra shifts at the bar and earn some much-needed cash.  Between his alcohol dependency and his marijuana usage, he spent quite a bit on non-mandatory, somewhat expensive substances.  Then of course there were classes to pay for, rent due, food to buy...

Speaking of food, Roman's fridge was empty, so when his stomach started growling, he figured he had to go out and get something.  Probably fast food.  He stood up from where he'd been browsing on his laptop for some new parts for his motorcycle and stretched, yawning as he grabbed a jacket to toss on over his tanktop and headed for the door.

As he meandered down the hall towards the stairs, a familiar, short, brown-haired and stupidly blue-eyed head caught his attention.  Roman slowed as he neared his neighbor, a frown twisting at the corners of his lips. Rather than avoiding the guy that had thrown him out of his apartment after Roman had tried to undress him and had been denied, he stood in place and crossed his arms over his chest, staring him down.

"Lured any other guys into your room and given them blue balls recently?" he grunted as a greeting.  

[Pierce Day]

God, work sucks. Pierce hated having to drag himself out of his apartment every day and look 'presentable' to ring up old lady's coupons only to spend ten fucking minutes trying to tell them it expired two years ago. Work sucked. But money's nice.

He walked up the stairwell of his apartment building, only half aware of his surroundings as he tapped out a message on his cell phone. Puke green uniform vest balled in one hand, and a stain down one leg of his khakis from a very unfortunate accident that had soured his already borderline mood.
Eyebrows knit together as he heard someone speak, the voice familiar....but instantly put him on edge and caused him to grit his teeth in agitation before he even fully recalled the person's identity. When he finally looked up he scoffed, shaking his head lightly before looking back at his phone, still tap tapping away with one hand.

"Tried to blackmail anyone else into unsolicited sex to satisfy your sick fetishes?" Pierce attempted to walk around him as he spoke, not particularly in the mood for 'witty' banter with his apartment's resident neanderthal.

[Roman Park]

Even dressed in the very unappealing clothing that he was in, Pierce was still stupidly pretty, a fact that irked Roman to no end. Especially after their last encounter, which had left him with one of the most painful and long-lasting.... discomforts... that he'd had in a long time. Even though he'd been high as hell, he very clearly remembered just how frustrating the whole situation had been.

He gave an humorless smirk as Pierce's eyes finally rose to meet his, but scowled again once the boy's attention quickly went back to his phone. Roman resisted the urge to snatch it and toss it down the stairwell. "When the fuck did I ever blackmail you into sex?" he growled. "You led me on, on purpose. Don't act like you didn't."

He took a step closer, arms still crossed, and looked the younger boy up and down appraisingly. "What the fuck kind of workplace makes you wear ugly shit like that?" he asked, snorting. "Is that puke?" He couldn't tell what sort of stain was on the boy's clothes, but he imagined it was one of the reasons Pierce seemed to be in an even worse mood than the last two times they'd met. That and the fact that Roman was being a jerk, of course.

[Pierce Day]

Unappealing was an understatement his pants were too long, because men's clothing did not typically come short or small enough for guys of his size, and were cuffed by a sloppy hemline from a somewhat helpful employee. The medium shirt he'd been given because they had been out of smalls and extra smalls weren't usually something they kept, hung from his thin torso and seemed much too large where his skinny twig arms poked out.

He was aware of how unattractive and even tinier the uniform made him look and he hated it.

Honestly, even if work wasn't a shitstorm he wouldn't give rat's ass that he'd apparently hurt Roman's 'feelings' and (fortunately) dealt a major blow to his ego. When Roman spoke again he sighed, a frustrated, exhausted sigh that was a lot like the reaction one gave when dealing with a problem that was way more work than it was actually worth.

Pierce stopped walking and pocketed his phone for the time being, "Listen, I'm becoming aware that you have a very warped sense of reality where you think every gay boy in the area wants to hop in bed with you, but I'm going to need you to join me in actual reality for a second and listen to me. I. Don't. Want. To. Fuck. You. I never said I did or would and I never will. So stop being such a fucking prick and get over yourself."

After saying what he had to say he started toward his apartment door again, rolling his eyes at his continued attempts to he assume piss him off.

"/No/. A case was leaking and it got on me....It's none of your business." He shook his head again, trying to dismiss even the tiniest urge to stay and talk to the man.

[Roman Park]

Roman thought the ensemble was almost cute, really, but only because they were on a cute tiny boy, and not because the clothes were at all attractive. He liked the way they made Pierce seem even tinier and more fragile than usual, and was already imagining scenarios were he could remove the clothes from the boy’s body and have his way with them. Mmmm…

He was deep in these imaginations when Pierce sighed ad snapped back at him, and Roman’s eyes slowly rose up again to meet the younger boy’s from where they had been wandering downward. His smirk returned at Pierce’s words. “Ach, but reality is so much less fun,” he retorted, unbothered by the boy’s tone. “And you sure seemed interested in me when you were moaning underneath me while I sucked your neck…” His gaze moved down again to peek at Pierce’s neck, where he hoped to see some still-fading bruises there from the few nights back. If he noticed any, he would grin broadly. “Fortunately for both of us, I’m very stubborn,” he assured Pierce. “And I’ll figure out what your turn on is eventually.”

He began meandering slowly after the shorter boy, not quite keeping up, but staying within talking distance. “If there was anything I could do to make you less upset about that… ‘incident’,” he mused aloud, eyes trailing up towards the ceiling. “What would it be? I’m not going to apologize, but maybe I can do something else for you.”

[Pierce Day]

Pierce hadn't expected much from Roman, he'd learned quickly that to expect anything but idiocy and deplorable responses would surely lead to disappointment. So, when he replied back Pierce was unsurprised by the lack of remorse and open ogling of him.

His face, however, flushed red at the reminder of his reactions to the kisses. "I was high," he sniffed, attempting to disregard his words. A hand smacked over the side of his neck, hiding the slight marks still visible on his neck. Fuck being pale. He glared at him.

"My turn on is someone who is nothing like you and doesn't continuously harass me for sex." Pierce's eyes widened a bit in surprise at the offer but quickly narrowed again in suspicion. "Well... I am hungry...." He spoke cautiously, "You can buy me food."

[Roman Park]

Roman gave a catlike smile as he noticed the red blooming across Pierce's cheeks. "That doesn't change the fact that you did it," he retorted. "It means you at least think I'm physically attractive." And that was enough for Roman, he knew he had a shitty personality, of course no one would like him for that (except Hoon, somehow, but Hoon seemed to like almost everyone).

He grew even more amused when Pierce attempted to cover the purpled skin on his neck. "I already saw them, don't bother," he drawled lazily. "They suit you. You should let me give you some more..." Preferably in lower places. He wouldn't say that aloud though... Yet. At least not until Pierce had calmed down a bit, if he ever would.

"Right, sooo... If I only harass you for sex occasionally, that would be better?" he teased, still meandering closer, hands in his pockets. Roman grinned again at the mention of food. "Lucky for you, I was just on my wait out to get something. Let me buy you a meal." He looked down over Pierce once more, then added,"... Maybe after you've changed."

[Pierce Day]

The scowl remained, though it was not an unusual expression for him, on his face.His hand the obscured the kiss marks clenched and dug into his skin as he did. "...Think what you want. It doesn't matter, it's not happening again." So what if the guy looked a little better when he had a bit of weed loosening his lips. He always got a bit flirty when he was high.

"Ugh," Pierce let out a disgusted noise, pulling his hand away as Roman claimed he'd already seen them. "You could have made them less noticeable, I got in trouble at work." Another sneer, this time with another added level of disgust. "You must be crazy if you think I'll let you do that again."

This time, his lips quirked a bit and couldn't help the small laughing exhale at his tease. "No," he managed to school the smile slightly,"Not at all... I prefer being wooed properly...You know with dates and respectful gestures of affection." He teased back though it held truth. He looked down at himself at the suggestion then back up with a playful smirk.

"I thought you liked this look?" Despite the jest, he turned to finish the walk to his apartment, "Give me a few minutes to change into something more appealing then."

[Roman Park]

Roman shrugged easily. “You say that now. But if I offered you some more weed, would you say no?” If he could get Pierce high again, he figured, it would be his best chance to somehow woo the guy back into bed. And as bratty as the kid could be, Roman actually liked his snark, not to mention he was just hot as fuck.

“It wasn’t like I was trying to make them that dark,” he retorted. “Maybe you should invest in some of that makeup shit that chicks wear to cover them up. I know my neighbor has some, he’d probably let you borrow it if you asked.” Roman smirked. Hoon, his gender-fluid neighbor, was good for lots of things, even if the older man didn’t quite understand the appeal of him wearing makeup. “Not even for a whole batch of weed brownies?” he snerked. Yes, he was absolutely going to use his substances to try and bribe Pierce, and he didn’t care how obvious it was.

Roman made a face at the mention of ‘dates’. “But that takes so much time, energy, and money,” he sighed. “And as for respect and affection…” He shuddered and shook his head. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin if I wanted to.” If he thought about it too much, he’d realize that offering to go get Pierce food was practically a date in itself… So he tried not to think about it. “It’s not my favorite,” he replied with a bland smile. “You just look cute, in a rip-my-ugly-clothes-off-and-fuck-me kind of way. Which, apparently, isn’t what you’re going for.” Roman waved his hand as Pierce went to change and leaned against the wall nearby, pulling out his food and fiddling with it while he waited.