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Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy, out in the backseat of my sixty chevy

The Adolescent Sexual Exploration MemeThough 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. GENERAL 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 School-Related/Modern 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

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[he's usually 19, but i can take him down a year or two for this. no arranged marriage, noncon or incest, please.]

_{[Slides in here, did someone say teen woofs...... I feel deeply Obliged out of solidarity for Cody Christian's face being on TW, fingerguns. Up for a fellow dog boy? He's a pain in the ass to match any absolute dumbasses and I can easily swing him exploring with boys in the late teens range.]}

[I am 100% here for pain in the ass teen woofs so hit me with your best shot, my dude.]

_{[WE SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE, I'll come @ you with something suitably dumb.

To make it easier, do you want to roll with the same werewolf mythology and maybe assume they're already aware of each other? TW werewolves are a bit different, but I can go with anything. o/ Also, action vs. prose??]}

[Sounds good! I've seen the first few seasons of Teen Wolf so I'm at least familiar with how those wolves work, so I'm cool with whatever. Ditto with action/prose - whichever you're more comfortable with!]

_{[OOC: Ah, okay then, that works!! All you really need to know is he's like a Derek 2.0 but more chill. :') I'll follow your lead however you wanna fill in those blanks. Anything needs adjusting, just let me know!]}

_{[On the four hour drive to get to the camping site for the school trip, most kids would choose to fill up the seats on the charter bus in a heartbeat. Brett's friends want to be the castoffs riding along in the shitty passenger van, though, and he's fine with that. With three rows of seats, the van is cramped, hot, and has negative degrees of leg room for someone his size, but it's kind of awesome all the same. All the supervisors are on the bus and one lone English teacher behind the wheel has nothing on a horde of rowdy teenagers who pile in with snacks, music, and the contraband they were warned not to bring, including flasks and (1) porn mag that get passed around at intervals.

There's seat-punching, shit-disturbing, and every time they stop for breaks they play musical chairs and switch positions, either to get out of the sunny window seats or get into a better spot for pestering. He's already had way too many gummy bears thrown into his hair and gotten told off once for vengefully throwing the bag out the window. Still, proper air conditioning and movie screens are for cowards. Hot weather and road trip clothes means almost everyone is in tank tops with guns out and that's... like half the appeal, really. That most of them are guys is the appeal.

Brett's known for a while he's interested in fielding both teams. Coming to the conclusion he can admire a nice ass on a girl or a guy had seemed to flow naturally out of having eyes in a post-puberty world, and playing lacrosse, he's heard the stick handling and locker room sausagefest jokes more times than he can count. It'd never been that weird. The problem is actually navigating the minefield of "no homo" in high school is surprisingly easier said than done. Call him conceited, but popularity has always come easily, and in some ways even easier after his parents died in the fire and he hit his grow spurt. Everyone likes a pity case who works his feelings out at the gym. Making lacrosse captain hadn't exactly hurt him, either. Girls have always just happened. Give him a house party and he can usually spot a signal from an interested girl who responds to a flirty smile.

But guys? Preliminary investigation has so far turned up plenty of chicks-only guys, already taken guys, and some who don't seem to appreciate he's grown out of his middle school phase of putting kids into headlocks and laughing at their despair (unless he really likes them). Plus one vaguely insulting encounter where the other party had given him a strange look and told him they don't do closeted jocks. (Which Lori had thought was hilarious, pointing out it's probably the closest his delicate ego has ever come to rejection.)

Who knew his own gender was going to throw up a challenge? Well, fine. He can be patient.

At least he has a nice view with Connor sitting directly in front him. The flex of muscle right where the dark fringe of Connor's hair meets his neck as he bends over whatever he's doing is more interesting than anything else going on at the moment, and Brett's attention keeps coming back to it like a bird watcher who's found an intriguing new species. That nape would be the perfect place to put his lips, or maybe that tender swathe of skin right behind the ear. Or... Leaning forward, he takes a moment to admire the line of the other's shoulders resting against the seat. The slope of his body.

No one said he can't still look.]}

What are you doing?

_{[Spoken from over top the back of the seat in true bored "are we there yet?" fashion. Under the smell of sweat and hot cheetos in the van, it smells of wolf. It's not a bad scent.]}

Edited 2020-06-19 04:08 (UTC)

[Connor loves camping. He goes at least once a month with his brothers, and nothing feels better than passing out under the starts around a dying fire. It's something he's had to tell himself, over and over, since missing out on a seat on the bus. Because the van he's in is cramped. And it's hot. He can feel sweat trickling down his back and he shifts in his seat, even that casuing him to bump into the person next to him.

He pulls the snapback off of his head, wiping his forehead and stuffing the hat down beside him before going back to his camera. It's nothing fancy - an older one that one of his brothers gave him so it wouldn't be the end of the world if it broke on the trip. He figures a bunch of teenagers going borderline feral in the wilderness will give him some good footage to work with.

When Brett speaks, Connor's messing around with the camera, checking the batteries and the memory more out of boredom than necessity at this point.]

Getting ready to document the American teenager in unfamilliar surroundings.
[He turns as best as he can, smirking over his shoulder.]

Wouldn't want to miss the inevitable freak out the first time someone realises their phone's gonna die. I could win a Pulitzer or something.

_{[That's better. Connor's audience of one approves of the snapback's relocation to its new home on the seat; it gives Brett a better view of his neck, and the boyishly attractive hat hair, mussed like fingers have been running through it. Honestly, Connor defies some pretty stiff odds--most people instantly morph into an asshole in a snapback, doubly so if it's on backward, but somehow he manages to pull the look off.

In fact, when the other turns to address him Brett is reminded he goes to school with some very attractive people in general. He squints for a moment, like Connor's face is an optical illusion he has to let his eyes adjust to.

He knew the other boy was cute, but was he always an ergonomically-designed thirst trap? Or is this metaphorical and literal hot box of a van providing too much eye candy for his hormones to handle? Hm. People who'd assume he'd be immune to a vehicle full of sweaty men because he's so far only dated girls clearly don't know his internal struggles.]}

Oh... So you're collecting blackmail on everyone's embarrassing hook-ups? Good thinking. You came prepared.

_{[In contrast, Brett doesn't seem bothered by the heat, making himself at home leaning on the top of Connor's seat.]}

As soon as people start getting bored, they'll start trying to sneak off. It always happens.

_{[Hey, every school trip needs a documentarian to catalogue that crazy time you socialized outside your clique without wifi.]}

I don't know if I'd say blackmail.

[Although, should he happen to capture anything that could make school life a little easier...]

I'm going all Richard Attenborough here. Or maybe Steve Irwin, depending on how feral everyone gets.

[He's definitely counting on getting something at least a little juicy, that's for sure. So far this year Connor's biggest hits have consisted of 'The Real Life of a High School Cheerleader' and 'I Finally Got Facial Hair and My School Made Me Shave'. Not exactly retire-at-eighteen levels of YouTube fame right there.]

Wanna be featured?

[He flips back around and lifts himself up a little so his head is right beside Brett's, holding the camera up in front of them (and, god, how do people even do this without a front-facing camera)]

Give me your best 'stuck in the modern day equivalent of a brazen bull' face.

[And this, of course, has absolutely nothing to do with him getting a picture with a hot jock type. At all.]

_{[Connor talks and he listens with polite active listener eye contact engaged, and over the course of watching Attenborough Jr.'s mouth move concludes that, yes, boys do have shapely mouths to rival girls', even without as much eye-catching lipstick or understanding of how lip balm works. He hadn't come with firm plans to do any hooking up of his own... but if he gets a chance this school year, he thinks he might like to try out a pair of boy's lips. Like his own nature study on an unexplored species.]}

Considering what happened to Steve Irwin, you might want to stick to faking an accent and narrating Adele.

_{[His smile widens at the suggestion. Actually, now's the perfect time for a photo op; the heat of the day hasn't yet caused his curls to unfurl from their prison of hair product.]}

I'm only really feral when the cameras are off.

_{[But that's a 'yes'.

This pose could use some work, though. If he uses his long limbs to his advantage stretching an arm along Connor's shoulders, and closes that small, perfunctory gap with the more intimate warmth of contact by resting his head against his, it's not exactly out of character for someone who can and will attack the unsuspecting with an arm-hug that squishes them into his armpit... but it may be a tad indulgent, too. Just a little.

He reaches up with his outside arm to help hold the camera so Connor can find the button with his finger.]}

There.

_{[As a result of actually getting that reference, he has to snort a laugh with a roll of his eyes.]}

It's not that bad... _{[Still, since he asked so nicely, Brett splits the difference with a silly face, one from his collection used to photobomb Lori when he's in the mood to remind her he'll always be her annoying older brother. He bends back to retrieve his phone from his seat, in no danger of running out of battery life just yet.]} Hold on. Now let's do a nice one.

[The Adele comment gets a laugh, and Connor's just about to make a 'hashtag flip phone' joke when what little gap there is between them closes. It's a little unexpected - but not at all unwelcome, and it doesn't hurt that Brett, somehow, smells better than the junk food/BO scent lingering in the air.]

Sure.

[He rolls his eyes but smiles in thanks, expression soon changing to his best scared-teen-in-a-horror-movie face in time to press the button. As Brett moves away he takes the brief moment to check out the photo and laughs.]

Clearly I've found my new profile picture.

[At Brett's words, Connor looks back over his shoulder and grins.]

You can just say you want my pretty face on your phone, it's okay.

_{[He smells of cedarwood body wash, a hint of sunscreen he doesn't actually need for skin that doesn't actually burn, with an undertone of an amused good mood (because as cramped as his legs are, he doesn't mind the drive or the company that much). The only note missing from the olfactory cocktail is the wolf under his skin--even if the only person around who'd be able to tell the difference is the wolf sitting in front of him.

Call it old habits. His family had raised them on the value of hiding in plain sight, and that hadn't changed much under Satomi's care. Satomi had survived Japanese internment in World War II; she preferred her wards to blend in with the human community to the highest degree possible in public, and acknowledge their community away from prejudiced scrutiny. For that reason, they knew of each other in a distant sense, but as they snap pictures together like any pair of normal kids would, he muses that he can't recall ever really hanging out with Connor's or his ten million siblings before.

It's a nice thought, that he could make a comment that the bad music selection would kill them long before a brazen bull would and it would be understood and it wouldn't be weird. He doesn't, but he likes that he could.

What he does say is:]}

You better treasure it. I only do crazy selfies for the very special.

_{[And then he fixes the other with an arched eyebrow. It's possibly unwise to challenge this wolf in human's clothing lest he rise to it. His stare is open, honest, and seems to unapologetically proclaim you caught me.]}

All right, fine. I want your pretty face on my phone. Happy? _{[Camera app at the ready, he holds out his phone, assuming the same posture of hovering just over Connor's shoulder. The smile re-enters his voice only after he's out of his direct line of sight.]} And cute, too. I want a cute one.

[No non-con or incest, please.]

Edited 2020-06-20 19:26 (UTC)

Keeping up with his classes wasn't difficult but it was when the classes ended that his day really started, Wei Wuxian all but dragging Jiang Cheng along with him and Huaisang to the party he'd heard about. It wasn't the biggest part on campus or anything but the music was pretty loud, there were people dancing and plenty of places to get comfortable and drink.

Which he was doing, half leaning against Jiang Cheng who shoved him while he was finishing a drink, gaze drifting to Huaisang.

The party had gotten off to a somewhat rocky start for Huaisang. Coming off a rather heated conversation with his brother that had ended poorly with him blowing off Mingjue entirely, he'd been in a sour mood until he and his friends had caught wind of a party off-campus.

Do any of them even know the host? Good question. Does it even matter? Probably not. What does matter is that Huaisang's not sitting around his dorm room, mopey and depressed. Instead, he's distracted and off having fun with his friends.

At the moment, Huaisang's dressed up in one of his clubbing outfits: a sleeveless black top with silver sequins, leather bracelets and choker, black skinny jeans, and black leather boots. There's a silver stud in each ear, his nails are painted with clear polish, and he's even put on a little makeup for the occasion: eyeliner and plain lip gloss.

He's also finished three beers and is currently cracking open his fourth, all smiles as he speaks from the other side Wei Wuxian.

"Pretty decent music at this one, huh?"

Huaisang's outfit combined with how many drinks he'd had already were a sign Wei Wuxian was all too familiar with, snagging the can from him to take a long drink before Huaisang can.

"We've got plenty of time to enjoy the party, A-Sang." But he's right, the music isn't bad.

Huaisang pouts when his beer's stolen, reaching over to snatch it back. He cradles it close to his chest, frowning slightly, before just shrugging and resuming his drinking. At least, he's slowing down to sips instead of just chugging from the can now.

"What else is there to do, Wei-xiong? Other than the music, there's not much here besides booze and snacks," he complains and just sort of cuddles up against Wei Wuxian's side.

Huaisang rests his head on the other teen's shoulder and looks up at him with puppy eyes.

"Entertain me?"

"Eat something while you're drinking that and I will." He counters quietly, not trying to push Huaisang away, half watching Jiang Cheng on his other side, before he takes the beer from Huasiang again to drink.

Because it means Huaisang's drinking less, at least.

"What kind of entertainment do you want?"

"I don't know. Something."

Huaisang shrugs again. At the moment, he only seems to have eyes for Wei Wuxian and hasn't really glanced Jiang Cheng's way in quite some time. He nuzzles his friend's shoulder before taking another sip of his beer.

Then after a moment, he speaks again, words very faintly slurred.

"I'll eat something but I don't wanna get up and go get it. I wanna stay right here. It's cozy."

And more lazy snuggling as Huaisang's eyes start to drift closed.

"Right, maybe we should go for a walk." He gently slides an arm around Huaisang's shoulders, sparing a glance at Jiang Cheng before urging Huaisang to his feet.

"Come on, let's get you some food and see if there's a place to sit outside. You might feel better."

"I feel fine!"

Huaisang's tone turns belligerent , that pout back in full force, but he doesn't actually resist much as he's pulled to his feet. He hastily chugs the rest of his beer on the spot, crumpling the can when he's finished, and carelessly tosses it back over his shoulder in the direction of the couch.

Afterward, Huaisang just leans heavily against Wei Wuxian, staring daggers at the carpet as if it's somehow personally offended him with its existence. Given his artistic inclinations and the fact that carpet design is rather ugly, this is entirely possibly the case.

"Of course you are." It's mild enough and Wei Wuxian at least snags a bag of chips from the table before he's guiding Huaisang outside to settle under a tree if there's nowhere else to sit.

"Eat these." He settles an arm around the other teenager.

Huaisang's still pouting as they settle under the tree but it starts to smooth out a little after Wei Wuxian puts his arm around hm. He takes the chip bag in his hands, staring at it a moment before he goes to tear it open.

And tugs on it a little too hard.

Corn chips explode everywhere, spilling out all over Huaisang, landing in his hair and all over the ground, leaving the bag maybe a quarter full. After gazing sadly at the ruined bag like he might cry, Huaisang sighs and just starts munching on whatever's left in the bag.

In hindsight, he should have opened the bag himself and Wei Wuxian just stares at him for a moment before he shifts and starts picking the chips out of his hair, dropping them back into what's left of the bag.

"They should help a bit, at least."

For a long moment, there's nothing but awkward silence punctuated with the sound of crunching as Huaisang eats. That's kind of boring though Huaisang should think of something to say.

"I can't remember if I ate lunch today or not. I think I ate breakfast. Maybe."

His day's pretty much been a blur aside from the argument with Mingjue.

"Did I have lunch with you today or was that yesterday?"

Ordinarily, Huaisang would know better than to ask his friend to remember anything but he's a little out of sorts right now.

"Yesterday, I think. I had lunch with Shijie today, but..." Usually that meant Jiang Cheng made sure Huaisang ate, unless something came up.

"We could go get some real food."

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