i can't get no satisfaction ! [CLOSED FOR BETH]

[nemo aron clark]

He was at it again.

The urge had crept up on him during History, when boredom took its biggest toll on Nemo. He was falling asleep, listening to the teacher drone on and on, when he felt It. The urge, the one he always got; his body needed some loving, and with no one to do it for him, he had to satisfy himself. It was the only way for him to return to a steady level of concentration. At first, Nemo tried to ignore it. Not now, he had thought weakly, as his vision blurred and he felt a certain sensation down below. But alas, Nemo’s masturbation problem needed to remain hidden, and the only way he could avoid revealing a boner to his fellow ninth grade peers was to excuse himself to the bathroom. As soon as he could. Which was, right away.

“Um, Ms. A?” Nemo called out to the teacher, arm waving in air. For a moment she ignored him, as she continued to go on about the Age of Exploration, but when Nemo resorted to flailing both arms, did she finally see.

“Yes, Nemesio?” she said dully, obviously annoyed about the disruption.

Nemo covered a stubborn hand over his crotch. Oh, shit, he thought once more, It’s coming. “Uh,” he blurted quickly. “Can I go to the bathroom?”

Ms. A smirked. “I dunno. Can you?”

The class laugh, and Nemo suppressed a groan. Well, of course she had to correct him on his speech. But fuck that. He needed to get out of here! “Oh, sorry. May I go to the bathroom?”

The teacher gave a subtle nod, one that would have gone unseen if Nemo didn’t have to desperately excuse himself. And so as soon as she did, Nemo rushed out of the classroom, sneakers pounding against the linoleum, an erection slowly growing in his jeans.

He got to the bathroom in the nick of time; sure no one could see him, Nemo let himself in, but actually stamped his foot when he discovered all three stalls were taken. He couldn’t wait. He really couldn’t! But what else could he do? He could, y’know, just start jacking off there in the bathroom, but the risk of getting caught was far too high. Besides, it wasn’t comfortable touching yourself standing up...

And then—an idea! One like no other! If reality was a cartoon and things could pop out of nowhere, Nemo would have sworn a light bulb would have appeared over his head. But instead it was merrily a good thought, and Nemo knew it was time to put it in play. He could go to the empty alcove down the hall! There were no classrooms down there, only the janitor’s closet and a broken water fountain, and surely no one would be there. Nemo motored as quickly as he could out of the boys’ restroom and ran all the way down the hallway.

At last! In a matter of thirty seconds Nemo had his pants down and his hand in his underwear, and sweet relief!, glorious satisfaction. He tried his best to hold back a moan (though he was alone, the halls were quiet, and infamous for carrying echos) and let his hand wander in the innocent regions of his maleness.

Nemo closed his eyes, took a breath, and let five minutes pass...

He was guilty, sure, but it was something he generally enjoyed, and something he couldn’t get over. It was only when he started hearing footsteps that he realized he was in trouble.

STATUS duuuurn
WORDS 616
NOTES oh nemo, when will you learn? <3
TAG erin and nemo
CREDIT TILLY OF CAUTION 2.0

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[erin cadence paisley]

Being a freshman sucked ass. Being at this school sort of sucked ass. Well, okay, being at any school in general sucked ass if your name was Erin. She was not a fan of the place, of any of the institutions that called themselves schools, at all. Nope, not one bit. It was all just a huge waste of her time. She would have been so much better off, right now for instance, being outside and taking a picture or even texting someone. Okay, so usually being in school wouldn't stop Erin from texting. But her phone had died right before lunch and she didn't exactly have an outlet in her locker. Bummer, hey? She supposed she could run home and plug it in during some boring class but... eh. Home was too far. Yeah, Erin was pretty lazy. The only time she wasn't lazy was when she was taking pictures, like right now. She was pretty much allowed to roam the halls freely, just because their teacher was awesome like that. Photography was Erin's favorite class, hands down. The teacher was young, and he would literally pretty much let his students do whatever they wanted. That might have been stupid, however, when you have a student like Erin, who would definitely sieze the opportunity. Pretty much like she was right now.

Currently, Erin was roaming the halls, the camera around her neck just hanging on its strap. It was one of those big expensive cameras, the huge black ones that look all that complicated but really aren't that bad. Really, it was kind of crazy that he would trust kids like Erin with this kind of fancy equipment, too! Sure, Erin wasn't about to go out and trash it, because this was one damn nice camera, but if it was something else, like for a class she didn't care about? She would probably have ditched in the nearest trash can. But photography was probably Erin's one passion in life, or at least right now. There had never really been anything else that had gotten her so excited, and wanting to get out and actually work at something. Usually, if it wasn't clear yet, Erin was kind of a lazyass. She liked to sit around and text people or talk or just do whatever she felt like. But photography could really get her out there. And if she ever had to decide, right now, what she wanted to do for the rest of her life? She would probably have to pick photography. Thankfully, though, no one made you pick your career or whatever it was you were going to do for the rest of her life while you were in your freshman year of high school. Erin still had plenty of time.

But right now, getting the perfect picture for her next project was her goal. It was more or less a freelance project; the only specifications the teacher had given the first year students was that the pictures came from the school. They could make it into whatever they wanted. Well, Erin pretty much had absolutely no clue where she was going to go with this. So her current goal was to wander until she came across whatever that perfect picture would be. She knew she would walk along, see something, and get a perfect snapshot of it, using it as her starting point for this project. And then.. there, she saw it. She was down a deserted hallway, one that was usually pretty deserted even during break, because there was nothing here but a janitor's closet and a broken bubbler and who cared about a broken bubbler? Exactly, no one. But there, in the alcove, was a kid, a boy, a freshman by the looks of it, looking the other direction. And she didn't know, something about this moment just... struck her. She carefully held up her camera, a ways back, and took the picture before --- oh my god. Her hands slipped from her grip on the camera, which was thankfully still secured by the strap around her neck as it fell roughly and dragged her neck forward a little. What the... what the fuck? Erin's eyes widened and her face morphed into a grotesque expression as she realized what he was doing. And suddenly, she laughed, taking a few steps toward him. Hah. This could be interesting.

TAG: face as nemo! <3
WORDS:

[/color] uh. probably like... yeah i dunno. xP
MUSE:[/color] wish you were here - hey monday
CLOTHING:[/color] yaaay.
NOTES:[/color] you don't know how tempted i was to put that she was like.. randomly eating a chicken leg or something. because of icarly. bahah. xD
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[nemo aron clark]

As soon as Nemo saw the flash of light out of the corner of his eye, he knew he was in some serious shit. His hand jerked out of his pants and caught on the fly; searing pain ripped through the back of his index finger almost instantly. He had broken the skin against the rusty zipper, and now he was bleeding. Fuck, Nemo thought as he sucked the blood away, done in a careful fashion that avoided tasting another bodily fluid. But time couldn't be wasted. He realized the flash had to have come from a camera, and camera equals person. Oh shit! Someone was here with him! Nemo's head swiveled to his right, and he could see a girl standing there, laughing. Did she see? Did she know what he was doing? Hastily, Nemo zipped up his jeans and hoped that maybe, just maybe, she thought he was faking. Heh, come on... really now! Who'd be masturbating at school? In the hall of all places? Hopefully this girl, this witness (oh crap! would she go to the principal? report him for inappropriate public behaviors? like Pee Wee Herman!), would be doubtful and just go away. But when Nemo allowed himself another glance, he saws movement in his direction. Dammit. Was she coming over?

Nemo decided to cover his ass. "Um," he said in a loud, booming voice. Did that give him away? Not really. What could he say? He was checking for warts? That was good, or maybe he was treating his gonarrhea... but really, now, who'd be clapping their penises when they should be at the doctor? So Nemo decided to turn the tables and place the subject of the conversation to face her. Something that would surely take her attention off what she may have thought she'd seen.

"It's illegal to take someone's photo without their permission," he blurted, but Nemo then realized, he wasn't sure that it was true. Was it that it was illegal to publish someone's photo without their permission? Something like that, and something Nemo knew he couldn't back up, but it was well worth the try. He hoisted himself up, casually wiping his hand on his pants (to rid it of both the blood and the evidence of his guilty habit), and he smirked. “Shouldn’t you be in class?” Nemo asked casually, slowly easing into a more confident state. He could do this! He could protect himself from accusations, and a possible outing of his obsession, and he could... he could... he could what?

He could B.S. it. ‘Cause that’s how Nemo Clark does things.

STATUS DONE, like what your mom is after last night.
WORDS 447
NOTES sorry it's short. ;P
TAG erin and nemo
CREDIT TILLY OF CAUTION 2.0

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[erin cadence paisley]

When Erin had first snapped the photograph of the boy, she had been almost certain that she'd found the perfect starting point for her project. She would be able to prowl the halls more and find more opportunities to fit what she wanted to do. Something on solitude in a building full of other people... It was sorta deep, but Erin liked it. She could tweak the lighting a bit and change this to black and white and the photo would be perfect. It would just be.. well, yeah, perfect. But then Erin had realized what was really going on in the picture, what the kid was really doing. Sure, solitude, yeah. For... his own... pleasure. Yummy. Even if no one else would be able to tell by the picture, Erin would, and just with that she knew that she wouldn't be able to use it. She herself would look at the project when she was presenting it, see that first picture, and probably snort in laughter, and then have to come up with a reason for why she was laughing. Great, so now she was going to have to come up with something all over again! ...Actually, no. Her theme was actually a good idea, she thought ... even if she got it from the most disturbing picture she had ever seen in her life.

Hah, disturbing was only the start of it. Erin watched with a smug grin on her face as he quickly zipped up his jeans. What kind of stupid fuck would be doing this in a deserted hallway? Hm, well, maybe the fact that it was a deserted hallway had something to do with it. Maybe the bathroom was full or something. Unlikely, seeing as the guy's bathroom was rarely ever full, especially during the middle of class, but hey, you never knew. This kid couldn't be that stupid to make this his first choice as his place to.. er, do his business. Speaking of which, why the hell did he feel the need to do this during the middle of the school day? Was he, like, addicted or something? Talk about weird.

Erin walked the rest of the way up to him and frowned a little, still amused by this whole situation as a whole, though. "Uh, no.." She laughed a little. "Besides, it was for a school project... but I'm not exactly sure it would be quite appropriate." Erin said the last word with a smirk. He may have been acting like she didn't know what he was doing, but Erin wasn't stupid. She was in high school; she understood what was really going on here. His last question caused her to raise an eyebrow. "Uh, this is my class. Photography." She stared at him. "Besides, how can you be the one to talk? I highly doubt your teacher knows what you're doing out here... getting a drink, right." Erin rolled her eyes, laughing slightly again. This kid.. this was kind of amusing.

TAG: face as nemo! <3
WORDS:

[/color] five thirty-one. i got it counted for once!
MUSE:[/color] in fate's hands - red jumpsuit apparatus.
CLOTHING:[/color] yaaay.
NOTES:[/color] sorry it took me a while. xP
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[nemo aron clark]

When the girl deemed Nemo’s actions innapropriate, he knew he was in for it. No matter how hard he could try, he knew he couldn’t cover it up, but what surprised him most was the girl’s relatively calm reaction. She seemed amused by the situation and obviously found it funny. The girl explained she was taking photographs for class, but Nemo hoped that as soon as she got the pictures developed, she’d burn the ones of... him. Oh, God. What had the camera seen, and more importantly, what had she seen? Nemo began to feel rather warm and he was sure he would just as soon start sweating; what could he do now? Admit what he had done? Continue making up lies and over silly stories? Best thing to do was face the music. And clearing his throat, he did.

“Okay,” he said, breathing slowly. Nemo took a moment more to gather himself, thinking of the best words to describe what he been doing. He took a step closer to the girl, looked her square in the eye, and said: “Okay, obviously, I’m a guy. I’m a guy who’s got, um, urges. And I know! I know I shouldn’t be doing this here! I know, you don’t have to tell me... but the bathroom was full, and I guess... I guess...”

He guessed what? Nemo knew the words he wanted to say, but he couldn’t openly admit them to a perfect stranger. His masturbation was something all kids his age did, but Nemo always knew he often took it to far. The kid was a pro at this point—he no longer needed porn to help get himself into the mood. And the fact that his body was the one who decided it was time to satisfy himself, and not his mind, was a sign that things were a bit peculiar.

Nemo wanted to say he had a problem, and for some reason, he found that it would relatively easy with this girl. But the prospect of their strangeness to each other prevented him and he knew that he shouldn’t. So he decided just to resolve the issue, right then and there.

“Look,” he said, holding his hands up. “I admit what I was doing was wrong. But please. Please don’t publish those photos, and please don’t tell anyone. I promise I won’t do it again.”

A promise was a promise, although Nemo wasn’t sure if he could keep it. But the risk of being punished for silly reasons was unbearably humiliating. Nemo knew this was something had to try and keep.

STATUS done
WORDS 448
NOTES sorry for the shortness!
TAG erin and nemo
CREDIT TILLY OF CAUTION 2.0

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[erin cadence paisley]

Had Erin met this kid in any other situation than the one she had just met him in right now, she wouldn't deny it to herself, she would have thought he was pretty cute. Hell, even now she could appreciate that, but it was only a fraction of what she would have thought if she had met him while he was... say, playing sports or something. But hiding in a hallway masturbating? Yeah, that was just awkward. Unique, well hell, of course it was. Erin couldn't say that she had ever met a guy this way before, that was for sure. There probably weren't any people out there who could say that. The world was a big place, though; maybe somewhere out there someone had done this and ran into a similar situation like the one Erin just ran into now. That was just a maybe, though. Definitely just a maybe. It would have to be a rare occurrence, after all...

But you know what? Erin wasn't going to keep thinking about creepy shit like that. Instead, she would focus on the current situation at hand, or at least just.. er, pay attention. Saying she would focus on it was just kind of creepy. Paying attention? That didn't sound as bad. Made it seem more like she was just gonna talk to this kid, which was what she was planning to do. Maybe harrass him a little bit, poke some fun at him, you know, the usual. Nothing out of the ordinary there. God, she was hungry. She could use something to eat. What time was it? Maybe she'd have to stop at Mickey D's after school or something. No, okay, if she was this hungry already when the school day wasn't over yet, she was definitely going to stop there. Everybody loved fast food, and Erin was no exception. Hell, she probably ate it more than the average person, just because it was so damn tasty. Who gave a shit how horrible it was when it tasted so amazing?

Erin stared blankly at this kid, slowly raising an eyebrow as he explained why he was out here. She didn't say a word as he continued to ramble on and on, telling her half of what she already knew and half of what she had assumed. And when he stopped talking, she laughed. It wasn't a loud laugh, but it was clearly full of amusement. "You honestly think I would publish that?" Erin laughed again. "Why the hell would I want to publish a picture of you.. doing that?" God, this kid.. was he stupid or something? She just met him, it wasn't like she had any need to blackmail him or anything. "And really, who would I tell that would care? And.." Erin snorted. "Who would even believe me? Generally guys aren't quite that desperate to do this in the hallway." She smirked, looking at him more. Poor kid. Maybe he just needed some lovin'.

TAG: face as nemo! <3
WORDS:

[/color] NOT MANY.
MUSE:[/color] we are young - 3OH!3
CLOTHING:[/color] yaaay.
NOTES:[/color] part of me died when i talked about her thinking he was cute. sorry about the wait, too. D:
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]