Hi there! You are currently browsing as a guest. Why not create an account? Then you get less ads, can thank creators, post feedback, keep a list of your favourites, and more!
Scholar
Original Poster
#1 Old 2nd Jul 2010 at 11:01 PM Last edited by robokitty : 3rd Jul 2010 at 7:02 PM.
Default Matt/Esteban Friday
((

This thread is here to RP out the steaming hot slash sex that Matt and Esteban had on Friday.

This thread is here to document the conversation where Esteban blackmails Matt. It takes place on Friday. The conversation has already been RPed via chat, so this thread will probably be quite short (2 posts?)

))




Sienna’s face this morning, oh god, hahahahahahaha. He couldn’t even look at her! When he saw her, he just pretended he was still fuming-angry at her, scowled, and stormed away. He ducked into the bathroom as quickly as he could after that and practically laughed his ass off as soon as he was sure he was out of sight.

Revenge was so sweet.

A couple of sophomores coming out of the bathroom stalls shot him a strange look. He dropped the laughter just long enough to say, “What the fuck’re you lookin’ at?” Not really angry, but firm enough to send them on their way since the tiniest whiff of conflict sent most people running scared.

Aside from the math teacher obviously screwing Esteban over on the latest assignment for no other reason than he didn’t like him, Friday was a good day. When he wasn’t pretending he was completely pissed off at Sienna by avoiding her glances, he was savoring the nervous look Matt would get whenever he was around, especially since his fellow fudgepacker wasn’t playing along.

Not that he could blame Josh. Frankly, he didn't know why any guy in his right mind would even think about dropping a hot bitch like Marie-Elisabeth for some flamer, but then again, he wasn't a faggot. Still, dude, pick a hole.

When he finally sees an opening to approach Matt, he saunters up with a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face. He talks as if they’re buds, with sickening fakeness, and remarks, “Damn, what’d you say to Sienna? She looks like she’s hanging on by a thread.”

He lets that comment hang in the air for a second before a smug grin lights his face. Acting like it’s no skin offa his back, he adds, “Too bad it’s all for nothin,’ though.”

“I tried... He just won’t do it...” Matt sputters out. Lame excuse. But the fact that Josh didn’t go through with the breakup was actually kind of a relief to Esteban. It gave him more leverage to make increasingly unreasonable demands, and while he wouldn’t protest making all the preps’ lives hell, the one he was interested in most was this one. Right here. And that shallow whore picked this puto over him? Heh!

“Well, didja use lotion?” Esteban suggests, with a venomous under-current to his gentle, patronizing voice.

Matt’s face tightens and he looks away.

Esteban doesn’t try to hide his smirk or the initial snickers he gets at Matt’s expense. “Your boyfriend doesn’t really give a shit about you, huh? You wanna talk about your feelings?”

“He’s not--...” Matt grits his teeth and stops, trying to compose himself. “What do you want?”

So now Matt was gonna try to take back a little control and steer things his way, huh? Well, Esteban wasn’t planning on giving it up so easily. The conversation would end when he felt like ending it. Its course would change when he felt like changing it. And right now, he was gonna enjoy rubbing salt in Matt’s wounds.

"Right now?" He replies smugly, clearly enjoying this. "I wanna know why your boyfriend's such a slut. Ain't one bitch enough for him?"

But Matt isn't having it. He steels himself and repeats more firmly this time, “What do you want?”

Aww, the little maricon’s had enough and trying to put his foot down? That was no fun, but fine. He wants to cut to the chase and try to stand up for himself, he’s gonna get punished for it.

Mildly irritated, Esteban’s eyes narrow to a darker shade, though he still has that superior smirk on his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, which makes his muscles flex bigger. The look he shoots at Matt isn’t the look of enemies--it’s one of predator looking through prey. And it's done with the kind of unnerving calm that's borne out of the instinctual knowledge that, if wanted to, he could jump this kid and rip his fucking cheek out long before anyone could get there to stop him.

“Don’t push it, fag.” he warns, lowering his voice. Then he answers the question as if this is the last thing he's gonna say, and their conversation is over. “Just wanted to let you know why your secret’s gonna get out.” He gives his threat a second to sink in, then turns and starts walking away.

“No, wait!” Matt yelps

Esteban smirks as soon as he hears Matt’s high-pitched, desperate voice and stops with his back turned to him. He wasn’t entirely sure whether the maricon would let him walk away like that without some last ditch attempt, but he’s glad he did. It drags out of the fun.

“There’s gotta be something else you want. Money, things, something.” Matt offers desperately, his voice lowering.

Yeah, he had thought about demanding money from Matt before. After all, he could always use more of it, and the faggot had plenty to leech from his rich parents. At the same time, he hated calling attention to the fact that he needed it--badly. And he didn’t want to give Matt the pleasure of thinking he had something over him, so he was trying to convince himself that the value of watching Matt squirm like this was priceless.

On the other hand, if he took the money, then he’d get even more opportunities to do shit like this. Hmmm.

By the time that Esteban turns halfway to look back at Matt, he’s already decided to ask for money, but he’s not about to let on. He looks at him skeptically, as if reading into that last, suggestive ’something' that Matt tacked on at the end of his plea.

“What?” He asks, his voice dead serious and probing. “Like a blowjob?”

The effect on Matt is instant. His face freezes in shock, like he’s been slapped.

Ahahahahahaha, he bought it!

No! I--I...” He stammers, “I mean money, material stuff.”

The serious expression on Esteban’s face dissolves into riotous laughter. After another good laugh at Matt’s expense, he tries to hold it in, but it still comes out in dry chuckles.

“Relax, man...” As he recovers, he makes it perfectly clear he wasn’t serious about wanting Matt anywhere near his cock and that the idea itself was disgusting. He states derisively, “I ain’t a fag.”

Esteban walks back up to Matt, a smirk on his face and ready to cut to the chase. (cuz there’s no way he’s gonna top that last reaction.) “How much money are we talkin?

Matt hesitates. “Name your price....”

Hmph. Afraid to insult him by going too low or overpay by going to high?

Esteban looks thoughtful and sucks his teeth, rolling the idea over in his head. He didn’t want to go too high at once cause that could make him shut down. If it was too high and Matt would have to resort to stealing or sucking dick or whatever to get it, then there was a bigger chance he’d refuse, and there would go Esteban’s fun (and money). On the other hand, he didn’t want to ask for what amounted to pocket change either. It needed to be low enough to string Matt along for now, maybe get this interchange going on a weekly basis, and he could always raise it later if the mood struck him... and the mood probably would.

So, what was Matt’s reputation worth to him, and what seemed feasible to ask for? A hundred bucks sounded about right to Esteban, but that might be like tiddly winks to Matt. Plus, his rents probably stuffed his stocking full of hundred dollar bills, so he better ask for twice that much with room to grow... just in case two hundred was still relatively small to Matt.

“Let’s start with two hundred bucks,” he says as he scans Matt’s face and posture and appraises his response, “for you and your butt buddy. Bring it to me before the dance, on the roof.”

Matt takes a deep breath and on the exhale, he confirms, “Alright. Two hundred, and you’ll keep this to yourself?”

Esteban shoots him a ‘you idiot’ look and says dismissively, “Yeah, I’ll keep it to myself....” For now. “Just don’t be late.”

Matt nods curtly, “Alright. Deal.”

You’ve gotta be shitting me. Deal? Does this faggot really think it’s gonna be that neat and tidy like a fucking business contract? Geez, white people.

The only acknowledgement Esteban gives him is a scoff, one that suggests this isn’t far from over, and without another word he turns his back on him and goes his way.



((For anyone mentioned, I hope that works. If not, let me know and the necessary changes/edits will be made))

.:Kitty Klan:.
Visit for Sims 3 Hair, Tattoos, and other free custom content downloads.

.For website updates, subscribe to my RSS feed at.
Dreamwidth Blog
Advertisement
Retired Moderator
retired moderator
#2 Old 12th Jul 2010 at 6:39 PM Last edited by AtropaMandragora : 12th Jul 2010 at 11:57 PM.
Default Matt and Esteban


Had he had a choice, Matt would have just skipped school today. He'd skipped Wednesday, when he couldn't bring himself to face Natalie, knowing that she knew, and fearing that she had told everyone, before retrieving enough of his common sense to realize that if she had blabbed, he would have heard about it in less than five minutes, because people would have been beating down his door about it. So, he'd pulled himself together, and gone to school yesterday. And just look how that had turned out. Things had just gone from bad to worse, in lack of a better word for it. "Worse" didn't even begin to describe the horrible turn things had taken, when Esteban had just flung open the door to the boiler room, followed by Matt being blackmailed by both him and Natalie to dump Sienna, two days before the dance. A girl whose status he had actually been looking to boost, but instead, had had to hurt, and totally humiliate. And, since things apparently hadn't been bad enough after that, Matt'd had the utterly brilliant idea to go get hammered, and then call up Josh to be all kinds of needy and pathetic, in the middle of the night. To be honest, Matt didn't remember too much after that, but the hangover was there to keep him reminded that whatever had happened, it probably wasn't good.

Indeed, Matt wished desperately that he could have just stayed home today. The rest of the semester would have been even better. Best of all would have been if he'd gotten to move to somewhere far away from here altogether. But he couldn't move, and he couldn't stay home for the rest of the semester. He couldn't even stay home just today, because he simply couldn't afford it. With Josh's stubborn refusal to break up with Marie-Elisabeth, Matt had to be there to try and convince Esteban not to spill, once he came looking. Because he would. There was no doubt in Matt's mind about that, whenever he happened to glance Esteban's way, and catch the look on his face. It was all just a matter of time.

And sure enough, once the lunch break was starting to draw to a close, and Matt went - on his own, for once, without a bunch of noisy friend surrounding him - to pick up the books for the next class from his locker, that's when Esteban struck.

"Damn", he said in a tone that had Matt not known better, would have sounded almost curiously friendly, as he ground to a halt next to him, "what'd you say to Sienna? She looks like she's hanging on by a thread."

Having tensed up the very moment he sensed Esteban's form approaching, Matt threw him a glance, and then one down the hall, where he'd last seen Sienna, by her locker, even though she was no longer there. 'Hanging on by a thread'... Yeah... He actually felt really bad about having to do that to her. She was putting on a brave face, but it was easy to see that being dumped had... Okay, wait. Wait just one second here. How did Esteban know Sienna was who Matt was currently dating? He'd come back around to her all but two seconds ago, and while he knew she'd told people he'd asked her to the dance, Esteban really didn't seem like the kind of guy who listened to the latest Brooklake gossip.
Something was off here... Unless Esteban had gone around asking who Matt's "girlfriend" was, just to be able to gauge her reaction and see the damage done... in which case something was still really off. Since when did people like Esteban care? They didn't. They just didn't. Not if it wasn't personal... which would then mean that he wasn't targeting just Matt and Josh, but Sienna (and Marie-Elisabeth?) as well.

Well, no time to ponder that now. With Esteban just having walked up to twist the knife, Matt had more important things to deal with.

"Too bad it's all for nothin', though", Esteban added.

Matt threw him another glance, and tried to steel himself. Time to grovel, courtesy of Josh and his stupid and completely useless principles.

"I tried...", Matt started slowly, dejectedly. "He just won't do it..."

"Well, didja use lotion?", Esteban wasted no time taking the first stab, and despite having expected it, Matt clenched his jaw to stop humiliation from staining his cheeks, and looked away.

Not that it stopped Esteban. He was only getting warmed up.

"Your boyfriend doesn't really give a shit about you, huh?", he taunted smugly. "You wanna talk about your feelings?"

Matt gritted his teeth. To be perfectly honest, it killed him to know that despite all of Josh's yapping about coming clean, and his obvious guilt over going behind Marie-Elisabeth's back, when the perfect reason to dump her without blowing his and Matt's secret in the process came along, he wouldn't do it. He refused. He would rather hang on to Marie-Elisabeth and provoke Esteban into spilling what Josh knew Matt was terrified would get out, instead of just dumping Marie-Elisabeth, be done with going behind her back, and help Matt stay on his feet. Matt had dumped Sienna for him in the bat of an eye. Granted, that mostly had to do with giving Esteban enough incentive to keep his mouth firmly shut, but it wasn't the only reason. If Esteban talked, Matt would have to do everything in his power to undermine any claims he made, to deflect any suspicions that the bastard might be telling the truth. And that meant staying far, far away from Josh. As far away from him as he could get, and not even think about seeing him again. And as scared as he was about what was going to happen, Matt hadn't been able to that so far.
Oh but Josh, Josh was just happy to throw away any future contact with Matt, to cling to something that would risk running them all straight into the ground.

Frankly, Matt was starting to think Esteban might actually have a point. Josh really didn't give a shit about him. Yesterday, he'd just been that oh-so-sweet guy he liked for everyone to believe he was, but when it came down to it, he'd sold Matt out without even blinking, and made it perfectly clear that Marie-Elisabeth was more important to him than Matt was.
But, Matt couldn't let that on, especially not in front of Esteban. He just gritted his teeth, and started objecting against the term that he'd never let even Josh use for these past two months; "boyfriend".

"He's not-..."

Though he soon cut himself off, knowing that it would be no use to protest. Esteban was using whatever terms he could think of to get to Matt, so objecting against one would only make him use it more.
He tried to pull himself together, and regain his composure, nervous and on edge, but determined to not let Esteban see just how much this was all getting to him already.

"What do you want?", he asked curtly.

"Right now? I wanna know why your boyfriend's such a slut. Ain't one bitch enough for him?"

Insults hailing over him, Matt set his jaw firmly in his resolve to ignore them, and simple repeated in a firmer tone that stressed every word;

"What do you want?"

He might have been forced into demeaning himself, but he wasn't going to humour Esteban indefinitely. Something that Esteban apparently both recognized and didn't appreciate.

"Don’t push it, fag", he sneered, firmly crossing his arms over his chest in a way that made his biceps bulge, clearly with the intent to try and make Matt even more nervous, with the silent threat of violence hanging over his head.

Though while Matt wasn't ever particularly interested in fighting - or as would probably be the case if fighting Esteban, having his ass kicked - he didn't fear that nearly as much as the other sword Esteban had dangling over his head, and so took it for what it was; simple posturing. The puffing of one's chest in order to try and look all big and scary. Intimidation for the simpleminded 101.

"Just wanted to let you know why your secret's gonna get out."

Matt simply glared at him, expecting him to add some new demand or ridiculous condition, and so stayed silent. Esteban was obviously having a lot of fun with this - Matt might be scared, but he hadn't gone blind, deaf and stupid - and so Matt didn't expect him to be done enjoying himself just yet.
Only, adding demands and conditions was not what Esteban did. After staring Matt down for a moment or two, he simply turned and began walking away.
Shit!

"No, wait!", Matt called out hastily in sudden panic, but then immediately lowered his voice when he realized that kind of tone was sure to draw attention.

Thankfully, by then, Esteban had already stopped, although he had yet to turn, which was encouragement enough for Matt to continue, if quite a bit more pleadingly than he would have liked:

"There's gotta be something else you want. Money, things, something."

There had to be. Something as strange and, frankly, downright freaky for a guy like Esteban, as messing with Matt's and Josh's official lovelives couldn't be all that he was interested in, right? His demand for them to break up with their girlfriends had to have sprung from something other than some teenybopper obsession with who should and shouldn't be dating who, or else he'd be more prep than all of the other preps put together! No. Esteban was the kind of kid who got off on being in control, on being a jerk to others, on feeling superior. Though come to think of it, didn't that make him quite similar to many of the preps after all? Only with far less class and finesse.
Was that what the whole girlfriend thing was about? Petty jealousy? Well, it wouldn't be the first time.
But, either way, this wasn't the sort of kid who'd get bored with the game, only with the toys, and was likely to be tempted by new ones; the girlfriends were over, and so now his focus would turn to something else. Money had been Matt's bet, but that didn't mean he'd rule out other possibilities; a nice watch, an iPod, or possibly the breaking of some other girl's heart. After his first demand, Matt didn't put anything past him, and was determined to figure out what it was that would keep him entertained enough to keep his mouth shut.
Though never in a lifetime had he expected it to be what Esteban finally ended up actually saying;

"What? Like a blowjob?"

The words hit Matt like a slap in the face, and his reaction was instant. The matter was one that had long passed the point of rationality for him, weeks ago, and it still remained the weakest spot of his entire persona. There was no rationality near it, and so before he could even begin to think, the instinctive response shot out of him with indignant vehemence;

"No! I - I..."

His voice trailed off as the shock momentarily robbed him completely of his ability to speak, before he finally managed;

"I mean money, material things."

A moment of silence. Then, the serious expression on Esteban's face cracked as he burst out laughing, hard, as though Matt had just told him the funniest joke he'd ever heard.
Yet, as humiliating as it was to be laughed at like that, Matt couldn't help but to actually feel relieved. He'd never taken well to being made fun of - something which the few that had been stupid enough to try, had been made to learn several times over - but in this case, he'd much rather have Esteban laughing at him, than actually being serious about... what he'd just said.

"Relax, man...", Esteban told him once he started calming down, and the taunting tone returned to his voice. "I ain't a fag."

That said, he sauntered back to Matt.

"How much money are we talkin'?"

Matt hesitated.

"I... don't know..."

He really wasn't in the mood to have Esteban laugh in his face again, and forcing him to crawl by having to go higher, and higher, until Esteban was satisfied. Or, the opposite; having him taunt Matt for offering a sum of which Esteban would claim to have been happy with half.
Plus, the sooner they settled this, the sooner Esteban would piss off and leave Matt alone, for now.

"Name your price...", he thus tentatively added.

Judging by the look on Esteban's face, he wasn't too happy with that - well, good - but for once he proved that he actually did know when to shut up and focus, without forcing the both of them through five rounds of monkeying around first.

"Let's start with two hundred bucks", he said at length, once he had taken his time to think it through, or plain trying to make Matt sweat, "for you and your butt buddy. Bring it to me before the dance, on the roof."

A slight scowl, no more than a mere shadow, appeared on Matt's features, both at the derisive term, and at the sum demanded. The room for interpretation on that one wasn't anywhere near lost on him. But he wasn't going to ask, and risk pointing out to Esteban what he might not have been aware of - though Matt doubted the dubious choice of words was anything less than perfectly intentional - not to mention indicate that he was actually ready to pay four hundred if he had to. He wasn't in the habit of shooting himself in the foot. Consequently, he let it all slide, and instead took a deep breath, much like you sometimes do when you know that what you're about to say, once it's said, you won't be able to take back.

"Alright", he exhaled, and then added, just to narrow that previous room for interpretation that Esteban had brought to the table; "Two hundred, and you’ll keep this to yourself?"

Esteban shot him an unimpressed look.

"Yeah, I'll keep it to myself... Just don't be late."

Late? For a time no more carefully specified than "before the dance", which technically could mean anything from now until the very moment when the most popular preps decided to show up (which would be the unofficial time when the dance started, regardless of what the posters said).
Right. Esteban really was looking to screw him over, wasn't he?
Well, let him try. Matt was good at playing along for as long as he had to, only to reverse the roles once he got back in control.

"Alright", he confirmed with a curt nod. "Deal."

To that, Esteban offered only a disdainful scoff, filled with promises that things weren't going to be simple - as if he hadn't made that obvious already - and then turned and walked away, leaving Matt to rest his head against the cool metal of the locker, and breathe a silent sigh of relief at finally having that bastard crawl back under whatever rock he'd come from. But only for a moment. Knowing that despite the rather deserted hall, he wasn't entirely alone, Matt soon forced himself to straighten up and compose himself, even if he wouldn't manage to produce a smile as relaxed and charming as his usual one. He had to at least try to keep up appearances, because people were starting to take notice. And he really couldn't deal with any more pressure right now.

~ * ~ Volition ~ * ~
Back to top