when he decided to be

"jack," he repeated, mostly so he could commit the name to memory but that really wasn't going to be a problem for him. "i'll make sure to remember that." theo had the tendency to remember the names of men he found attractive. laughing softly as he shook the other's hand, not bothered by one bit by the slightly sweatiness of the other's grip, he finally pulled his hand back as he turned around-- turning his back to jack-- to make sure that he hadn't left anything behind on the other's bed. "oh it's going super smoothly," he laughed again as he bent forward and down to pick up one of his socks that was sticking out beneath the other's bed. tossing it over with his own things, he stood up straight again and placed his hands on his hips as he gave jack's bed one more glance over to make sure it was clear before finally turning back to face his roommate again.

"i promise i'm not normally this much of a mess. it was just a bit of a... rough day getting here and i started panicking before you got here. this place has me on edge already and we've been here, what, an hour or two tops? i guess i lucked out though, you seem pretty chill-- and your hot to boot, so that's a bonus too." he teased. turning back to his own luggage, rather than finishing getting dressed theo seemed to forget what he was doing as he set the clothes down and started unpacking the rest of his suitcase. at least he had on underwear. "so you, uh, you ever done this kind of thing before?"

for the brief moment that theo -- it's theo... right? - turns around, all jack can do is stare. and stare he does, not a second going to waste as it fixates on his roommate's beautifully round ass cheeks. when theo bends down, jack can't help but appreciate every last curve on his roommate's form. fuck. what jack wouldn't give to pull that underwear fabric down and see theo's ass in all of its fleshy, glowing glory. normally, jack is one to keep every feeling and fantasy locked away in the depths of his mind. but right now, so many putrid thoughts flood his brain in a way jack has never allowed himself to feel before that it feels overwhelming. overwhelming in a good way. overwhelming in that he realizes his undies are now damp with pre, wafting with a foul aroma underneath his pants. fuck, he's never gonna last in this place. also, fuck, he realizes he needs to listen. "n-no, it's all good, dude," he says, and jack has to sit down because his roommate calling him hot is already doing things to him. he's lightheaded, drunk with sensations in his body. mistakenly, he sits down on theo's bed, believing that to be his bed. "right back at you, though, dude. you have a nice ass. sorry for, uh, staring," he confesses. honesty has always been an annoying part of his personality. two seconds later, jack wonders if he's oversharing, but honestly all he can do is gaze longer at his roommate. "anyways, re-education facility? nah, not me. first time. you?"

I suppose I should make myself known on this little thing. I'm Sebastian Smythe, the switch with a heart of gold and a dick you'd fall in love with. What can I say about myself that might save us all from a few boring questions? Before all this nonsense, I was a lawyer at one of the top firms in the entire country specializing in corporate law. I'm only a few years into that, so I may change out if I find something more entertaining. Anyone who's into politics might know my last name from the current State's Attorney of New York, since my father can never stay away from a camera. I own a black amex card, and I'm happy to use it on you if you have a decent Grindr profile pic.

What else...

Right. I'm here because my parents think it's time I settled down with some nice little claim that they can brag to the grandparents about.

Mostly, I'm here for a bit of fun and to see if this school can actually have anything worth teaching.

So. Don't be shy.

I don't bite unless you're into it.

Anyway, does any Switch or submissive feel like making the trek with me? I'm sure I can't be the only one who forgot anything or didn't realize something would be so essential until they arrived and started getting settled.

hello, dalton-- מה נשמע? ma nishma? for those of you who have somehow managed to avoid hearing my name before now, i’m ross stephen berry ⭐ and yes, yes, that ross berry. save the applause, i already know there are people who are concerned about my "intimidating level of preparation" that the press spins on me, but personally, i think being prepared is simply a sign of respect for everyone involved, but apparently not everyone shares that philosophy.

if you don't know my name, we'll have to further cultural development for dalton, apparently, and maybe i'll convince someone to let me host a 'broadway for dummies' where we can go over the important things, like: the difference between a revival and a transfer, basic sondheim literacy, and which cast recordings you should have already listened to by now.

anyhow, so here's to keep it all brief: i sing, i act, i dance; i am the ideal triple threat. i’m extremely punctual, and i’ve been told i can be "a lot," which i’ve chosen to interpret as another way of saying memorable and iconic, of course. i also really make lists for pretty much anything and everything, which is not obsessive, it’s efficient and i'll stand my ground for that.

since i’ve noticed introductions can become a little awkward when nobody knows what to ask, i’ve gone ahead and prepared several conversation topics for everyone to reply to me with. you’re so very welcome.

recommended introductory topics include:

⭐ what is your favorite broadway musical? ⭐ what is the most impressive thing you’ve accomplished? ⭐ if you could originate any role on broadway, which would you choose? (a note that it could already have been originated, but we're talking purely fictitious. for me, it would have been orpheus and hadestown) ⭐ and, because i’ve been informed that not everything needs to revolve around career aspirations- an opinion that i respectfully disagree with: what is your favorite dessert?

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 ; 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ( FIRST TIME EDITION )

These can be reblogged & sent out from August 14th - 17th. These are personal questions intended for in-character responses! Have fun with it, boys!

are you a virgin?

what was your first time like?

where did your first time happen?

if the person who you experienced your first time with showed up and wanted to do it again, would you?

do you remember what you were wearing during your first time?

what position did you do during your first time?

how much lube is too much, and did you use enough?

was your first time set up to be romantic or was it a mutual one night stand?

do you regret your first time and wish you could have a do over?

would you claim with the person who you experienced your first time with?

would you recommend the person who you experienced your first time with to others or anyone here?

were condoms involved?

who do you expect will be the first person here to christen their bed with another person?

who do you think masturbated on their first night here?

did you masturbate on your first night here?

who do you think will be the first one to expose their nudes to the whole campus?

who do you think will get claimed first based on assumption alone?

who do you want to submit/dominate with first?

do you remember who you dominated/submitted with for the first time?

he wasn't keeping track of how long he'd been on campus but this really had to be some sort of record for him. he had barely settled in, all of his things were strewn across his bed on the right side of the room, and he was already stripped down to nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs that hugged against the curve of his behind perfectly; and because his bed was already covered, he was sitting on his new roommates bed as he rifled through his luggage for a clean outfit to pull on. and he was still sitting there as his new roommate pushed the door open and joined him. so much for making a good first impression.

"shit, sorry," theo mumbled as he quickly rose to his feet and started frantically trying to unfold the clean clothes he had in his hands so he could make himself decent again. "it was-- uh, yeah-- i was late to my flight so instead of flying straight in i had to catch a connecting flight, which took about six hours," he began to ramble as he offered the other a sheepish smile, "and the guy next to me accidentally spilled his coke all over me so i was already sticky from that-- then the thirty minute cab ride i had to take from the airport into the city didn't have any air conditioning, and then i got roped into one of those walking tours once i got on campus..." by the time he had made it to his room he was a sweaty, tired mess but he thought he'd try and make a good first impression by at least freshen himself up a bit so he could look half-way presentable when he met the person he'd be living with here at dalton. but instead he was basically naked, his side of the room was a mess of his luggage, and theo had been sitting on their bed when they came in. he was already off to a great start. "oh, uh, i'm theodore by the way." he dropped the clothes he was trying to change into as he stepped forward and held a hand out to the other man. "but everyone just calls me theo. it's... nice to meet you."

holy shit, his ass is fuckin' caked up... ... is the first thought that runs through jack's mind two seconds after he walks into his room. the second thought: those are some nice, sweaty pecs. he gets a nice, long glance before the look sours into an air of awkward gazing and jack has to turn away to compose himself. he's not like this. jack swears he usually isn't this caught off-guard. keeping everything together is how he's made it this far, but hour one of his first day here and, well, he's already felt three bolts go loose and the whole tower is about to fold. trying to play his disconcertment cool, jack sets his bags down on the floor. first order of business: muster up some words. first impressions, first impressions, he thinks. of course, this is the one thing he could never do, and wishes he'd rehearsed this before coming here, just like every other time he wished he'd thought of something to say about himself at work. should he compliment his roommate, be casual? or, fuck, is that weird. is that normal for a place like dalton? he's already kind of forgotten everything his roommate had just said. what... what was his name? god, jack, don't look any further. look at his eyes, he can see you're looking at his... "hey, uh, nice to meet you, dude," he says, offering a sweaty palm to the handshake. jack's already out of breath, inhaling as he feels himself go sweaty with nerves. "t-theo, yeah? i'm -- my name's jack. good to meet you, dude. how's the, uh, unpacking going?"

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐒𝐊𝐘 · 𝐎𝐂 · 𝐁𝐈𝐎

Previously from 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙸𝙳𝚂, 𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙽, Jack is from the 𝙺𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙵𝚂𝙺𝚈 family as a 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽 at 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝚂𝙸𝚇 who is a 𝚃𝙾𝙿 male and marked 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴.

Jack is attending Dalton Prep because he has a lot of shame - he's not where he wants to be in life, and his family doesn't exactly understand the lone blacksheep in their household and extended family. he's entered into dalton prep to perhaps get more clarity about his real role in life.

Jack has not been claimed previously.

He is not a mismark.

Jack is . . .

𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝚈, that causes him to feel deeply and highly connected to people.

𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙳, with a sense of anxiety that comes from historically feeling misunderstood.

𝙰𝚆𝙺𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂, that mirrors off his lack of confidence.

Attending Dalton Prep, Jack hopes to find out why he feels misunderstood and see if anyone understands him; also, he needs more experience and connection. He is big on being fed, frottage, and roleplay. But he's not into scat, torture, or gore.

CODY CHRISTIAN