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Every Repost is a Repost Repost ([personal profile] repost) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-03-18 08:13 pm

Adolescent Sexual Exploration

The Adolescent Sexual Exploration Meme

Though the concept of "adolescence" is a relatively new one, the nebulous age between the onset of puberty and the age of majority has almost always been a time for changes. A young person's body as well as their mind is changing, but most importantly, they are on their way to becoming a sexually mature adult. Often times, these adolescents may feel the desire to express themselves in this intimate way and experiment with others their own age. This may happen in a safe environment, but not always. Depending on the time and place, these sort of activities may be viewed as harmless or the ultimate taboos, especially if the desired person or act is otherwise "deviant." Still, that doesn't change the fact that the urge, more likely than not, is very, very present.

How to Play
-This meme is for sexual exploration between inexperienced, underaged characters. The point is for character growth, awkwardness, sweetness, or fluff, not necessarily sexiness.
-All characters should be 18 and under or taken from a canon point where they are (ie, canon!Dean Winchester isn't applicable to this meme, but pre-canon teen!Dean is).
-All characters, human or not, within the correct age range are welcome.
-When commenting, please include your preferences.
-Comment to other characters.

1. Sneaking out
2. Planned First Time/Dating
3. Arranged Marriage/Married Young
4. Tradition (IE, boys being taken to brothels to "become men")
5. Kids Alone Together in the Cruel World
6. Non-Consensual
7. Sheltered and Naive
8. Incest
9. Attempting to Be More "Adult" or Mature
10. Playfulness or Roughhousing Turns Into Something More
11. The Sibling of my Friend
12. Childhood Best Friends
13. The Girl/Boy Next Door
14. Always Had a Crush on You
15. You're Something New to Try, I've Never Seen Someone Like You
16. Freestyle

1. Party/Drunk
2. Dare or Seven Minutes in Heaven Gone Awry
3. Sleepover
4. Under the Bleachers at a School Event
5. The Classic Back Seat of a Car
6. Getting Too Close at the Haunted House
7. On the Bus for a School Trip
8. Beach or Mountain Vacation - Uh Oh, You're in the Same Hotel Room!
9. Empty Classroom After School Hours
10. In the Shower After Sports
11. At the Movies
12. Overnight Field Trip
21. Freestyle

futurephoenix: (your construction smells of corruption)

School - 2 (7 minutes in heaven)

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-03-19 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin hadn't even playing. He'd been kind of... hovering and telekinesis came in handy when playing spin the bottle. The mouth of the bottle had slowed to a stop between two people and had pointed past their circle, right at Kevin.

"Looks like you just got lucky!" Quentin said with a grin, hopping up and grabbing Kevin's arm to drag him into the closet before he could argue.

Of course, Quentin knew who he was. Duh, telepath. But more than that, most people got the 'don't touch these people if you don't want to die' rundown upon arrival. Quentin loved a challenge though.

He bit his lip now that they were alone in the darkness of the closet, his hand still on Kevin's arm, half reassuring, half to keep him from bolting.

"Okay, gimme a sec and let me concentrate," He could do this, just the thinnest of shields.
southernreaper: (Distraught)

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-03-19 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin had been hovering. He'd been more curious than anything. Spin the bottle isn't exactly something he can play. Not without a power dampener and the seniors, in their "wisdom", have decided that he doesn't get one of those. Not to use on a regular basis, anyway. They'll give him one for special occasions. The chance to play spin the bottle isn't one of them.

He stares, blankly, when the bottle points right to him. What the hell? Doesn't that mean another spin? Or something? He's a little dumbfounded when Quentin grabs his arm and drags him to the closet.

"Are you crazy?" Kevin snaps at Quentin. He knows about the telepathy and telekinesis. All the kids know who to practice their shields around. He tries to jerk away, but the closet is too cramped. "This isn't funny and I'm not playing. Let go of me."
futurephoenix: (all fear the dork phoenix)

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-03-19 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He half scoffs, half laughs when Kevin questions his sanity. Quite the loaded question. Maybe this was crazy, but he'd already died once at the school, twice if you included Wolverine killing him in his telepathically constructed world, so what was one more?

"I'm not trying to be funny. Just-" He let go of Kevin's arm, hesitates, then holds his breath as he reaches up to card his fingers through Kevin's hair and around the back of his neck. Another pause. And... nothing. Letting out a shaky exhale, he gives the other mutant a lopsided smirk.

"See?" Skin on skin. He wet his lips, leaning in slightly, apparently much less confident in the actual kissing bit than the brush with death bit.
southernreaper: (Huh?)

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-03-19 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin jerks back so hard that he slams his head into the wall. That hurt.

"Ow." He pushes Quentin's hand off of him. "You are crazy." Kevin hisses out. "You got a death wish?" But the hand in his hair feels nice. Kevin doesn't get skin to skin contact. (Miss Frost doesn't count. That's skin to diamond.)

He wants to experience what this supposed seven minutes in heaven is like, but he's the untouchable one, the one people actively avoid, because it's uncomfortable with him.

But there's still not that rush, that pull he feels when he touches something organic. "Come on, now stop it."
futurephoenix: (57)

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-03-19 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The thud actually sounds pretty painful, so Quentin's knee jerk eye roll is topped off with a grimace. It doesn't stop him from making his point, or more accurately, proving his own theory correct. Obviously, he was the greatest mutant to ever live.

Quentin sighed in frustration and annoyance, but let his hand drop. It figured. Even when he was one of the only people who could touch someone, he still didn't have a chance. He made sure whatever disappointment and rejection he was feeling got channeled straight into annoyance. Hurt feelings? Please, bitch, he was way above that.

"Fine," He held his hands out to his sides sullenly, though it was debatable as to whether Kevin could see them in the dark, "Happy?"
southernreaper: (cautious)

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-03-19 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin can't see them in the dark. But at least they aren't touching him any more, and they aren't making him not understand what's going on.

And he wants to be touched. He misses the random touches. Hell, he misses being beat up the way he was before he got here. Everyone's so damned careful with him.

"You did that on purpose." He accuses, softly. "With the bottle. Why?" Because Kevin is curious. And he's willing to keep the other guy's reputation intact. No reason they shouldn't get a little bit of a rep boost out of here.
futurephoenix: (eat the rich)

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-03-19 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Quentin shrugs, the gesture itself lost in the dark, but the shuffle of fabric made it pretty clear what he'd done. He leaned back against some shelving, making it creak. Not exactly comfortable, but he'd pretend it was.

"Sure. I don't know. I was pretty sure I could tou-kiss you and you were hanging around like you wanted to join in. So, why not?" It was something he'd been working on and thinking about for a while. Not exactly about kissing Kevin... more like a defense against Rogue, or anyone else like her. Kevin was just a happy accident and a perfect guinea pig, though a kiss would've been nice too.
southernreaper: (Smirk)

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-03-19 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin wants to make it an automatic denial. He wants to call bullshit and storm out of here. He wants... Hell, alright, he'd be willing to kiss Quentin. He's not nearly as straight as his pursuit of Laurie implies. He'd come to terms with that a long time ago.

"You couldn't kiss me." Kevin challenges. Because he's pretty sure Quentin couldn't, but let's test that theory.

"I'm deadly, Quent, you know that." He smirks in the dark. "You really wanna die for a kiss?"
futurephoenix: (80)

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-03-22 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
His brow furrowed in stubborn determination at the bold faced challenge. The only limitations Quentin would accept would be ones he chose for himself. And, if Kevin's only objection to getting a kiss was potentially killing someone... well, that was hardly a good reason at all.

"Maybe to someone with a little less talent you are," He was about to prove just how awesome he was, or eat shit and look like an idiot... So, no different than his life ninety-nine percent of the time.

Kevin had a few inches on him. Didn't matter. Without hesitation, he once again pushed his fingers through Kevin's hair to cup the back of his neck, his other hand grabbing a handful of his shirt to tug him closer into a very determined kiss. He pressed his lips hard against Kevin's, fighting the rush of adrenaline in an attempt to stay focused, keep the thin telekinetic guard up, containing the other mutant's very deadly power.

It was working. It was fucking working. He smirked triumphantly into the kiss, obviously smug.
southernreaper: (Huh?)

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-03-23 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Quent is going to get himself killed. The thought crosses Kevin's mind as Quent leans in for the kiss, but he had challenged him. He shouldn't be surprised at all.

He starts for a second, waiting for that horrible rush, the thrill of his power working. When it doesn't, Kevin is too dumbfounded for a second to do much of anything.

Then, he cups Quentin's face and leans into the kiss. He's not nearly as straight as people seem to think he is. When Quent smirks, Kevin's tongue sweeps into his mouth and brushes against his tongue. Not his first guy kiss.
futurephoenix: (80)

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-03-23 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, Quentin i just ecstatic that he's finally getting a chance to test his theory, a theory that's been bouncing around in the back of his mind for a while now. It's far from polished, but it's something.

Added bonus: kissing.

He's nearly ready to slowly break the kiss and give Kevin a shit eating grin and an 'I told you so', and is fully expecting to get pushed into the shelving or maybe even punched, when the other mutant seems to snap out of his stupor and not with a punch to the face. The soft noise Quentin makes, in any other circumstance, would be a little embarrassing. A mix of surprise, encouragement, and desire all wrapped up in one quiet hum. That same surprise makes him part his lips as simultaneously leans into Kevin and tugs him closer, lips already tingling. Sorry, Kevin, you're not his first kiss either, though anything beyond making out is definitely still unexplored territory. Not that he's about to admit that.
southernreaper: (Default)

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-03-23 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Definite added bonus: kissing.

While Kevin still wants to date Laurie, and wouldn't be amiss to putting his fist in Josh's face, kissing Quentin is nice? At least enough that he can back off, panting. He smirks, because he knows that noise meant that Quentin liked what he did.

A nice make out is something that Kevin doesn't get. The untouchable one, the killer, the Reaper. All these things are very true. But he doesn't get normal teenage experiences. He's going on old knowledge, and then, he'd never kissed a guy before.
futurephoenix: (violence against authority)

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-03-26 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Quentin almost wanted to telepathically shush Kevin when an image of Wallflower and then Elixir pushes it's way into his head. There was no need to complicate things. Hell, he and Idie were... doing whatever they were doing. The same sort of went with whatever he and Evan were doing, or not at all doing as the case might have been. The point was, it didn't matter. They were in closet making out. He couldn't care less who Kevin was imagining he was.

Kevin breaks contact, in the dark both of their breathing sounds amplified. With a breathy laugh, Quentin grins, "Told you."

Point proven, he goes to open the closet door.
southernreaper: (Shocked)

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-03-26 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Kevin stops him from walking out of the closet, by catching his hand against the door. He's not even sure what he's doing, just he doesn't want to leave it like that.

"How'd you do that?" Kevin asks, curious. Because if Quent could do it... who else might be able to? Because why not Laurie? It might have something to do with Quent's powers, but Kevin's going to hold out hope.
futurephoenix: (5 sided die)

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-03-26 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Quentin's eyes widen in the dark when Kevin steps in to keep him from pushing the closet door open. For half a second, his heart leapt into his throat, maybe, maybe hoping Kevin would press him up against the door and demand another kiss, steal one.

Ah. Right. How? It was disappointing, but not surprising. Quentin smirked smugly.

"Mind over matter. Duh...," He pauses, letting that sink in before telling the truth, clarifying, "That and a very thin telekinetic force field."
southernreaper: (Weapon)

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-03-26 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
A telekinetic shield. Of course! That would work. Miss Rogue had said something about it once, but he'd been so steeped in his own head that he'd missed it.

Kevin's gloved hand grabs Quent's. "Do it again." He demands, this time running a hand through Quent's hair. He'll kiss the guy again. But on some level, he's more interested in the shield than he is anything else.
futurephoenix: (telepaths do it better)

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-03-26 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do wha-" He stiffens in surprise, but is quickly leaning into the touch, feeling the heat from Kevin's body seep through his own clothes, his hand in his hair.

"I never dropped it. Go ahead. Kiss me again," He bit his lip in anticipation, "You don't need the gloves either."

Kevin didn't seem to need much encouragement, but Quentin still decided to slide a hand up his chest to once again tug him a little closer with a handful of the mutant's shirt.

"And, I've got the door. Don't worry about it. No one remembers we're in here."
southernreaper: (Default)

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-03-26 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't care about the rest of them."

Kevin isn't real worried about the rest of them. Someone will come looking for them eventually. Miss Frost if no one else. He doesn't care.

Kevin leans closer and runs his tongue over Quent's bottom lip. He wants to kiss him again. He pulls Quentin in and kisses him again. The slide of lip against lip, the curl of tongue, the heat of his mouth, all of it is good. He's not going to take his gloves off, but that's not to say he's not enjoying this.
futurephoenix: (80)

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-03-27 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
Quentin snorted softly in laughter at that. He's not sure he believes him. Opinions of their fellow students were one thing, but Quentin was fairly certain that Kevin didn't want to get expelled because he was caught fooling around. Would they get expelled for this? The thought was kind of a turn on.

Once again, Quentin makes a quiet noise of appreciation as Kevin's tongue slips past his parted, welcoming lips. His free hand moves to Kevin's hip and, at first, it's completely by accident that his fingers slip slightly and glance over skin. But then why stop there? He slides his hand around and up Kevin's back, the fabric of his t-shirt bunched up around his wrist, blunt nails tracing along the dip of his spine.

Closer. He tugs Kevin in against him, wanting to feel pinned up against the wall. The feeling of being crowded in on seems to spark something in his kiss, returning it with more enthusiasm until his lips are tingling and he's fighting to catch his breath.
southernreaper: (Weapon)

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-03-30 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin knows he won't get kicked out. They've done too much to bring him back here. He knows that. Sure, he might get cleaning duty for a month, but it'll be worth it.

Cautiously, he crowds Quentin into the wall, following the other boy's lead. He kisses Quentin until he can't breathe any more, and has to stop to take a few deep pants, that do nothing to actually catch his breath.

He presses against Quentin. "Thank you." He's not even sure what he's thanking Quent for.
futurephoenix: (80)

[sorry this took me so long! gonna hit up our other thread too!]

[personal profile] futurephoenix 2017-04-19 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
Quentin is in a similar boat. The conditions surrounding his release from Ryker's meant that he had to stay at the school. At this point, he knew the teachers wouldn't send him back to prison unless he did something extreme and terrible. And there was the whole Phoenix thing.

Getting pushed up against the wall, pretending he was really pinned, he wouldn't lie, it was exciting. Arousing. Honestly, it was problematically arousing, leaving him in a strange state of anxious and way too turned on.

He's out of breath and panting again when Kevin breaks the kiss to... thank him? Okay. Weird.

"Uh... sure?" He said in reply breathlessly, sounding confused.

Biting his lip, he takes another leap, pushing the doubts racing through his mind aside and just following instincts. Hesitantly, he rocks his hips forward. It's slight, subtle, but he can feel Kevin's hips against his. It makes his breath catch in his throat. More, he really wants more, but at the same time it already feels like too much.
southernreaper: (Dusty)

So, now it's my turn to apologize.

[personal profile] southernreaper 2017-04-30 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin knows that it's weird to thank him, but there's so many people who wouldn't have dared to take on the Reaper.

He hisses in a breath and buries his fingers in Quent's hair, pulling him in for another kiss. He wants so much more but there's only so much he can do in a closet, in the XMansion. Because seriously, the seniors were going to find them eventually.

He doesn't want to stop. He leans in and brushes his lips against Quent's one more time. If they don't stop soon, it's going to be rather embarrassing for them when they do get caught.