the young & reckless

Giselle was never one to back down, her pride was too big and overall, she knew she was in the right - she wouldn’t fight if she wasn’t. Giselle’s face contorted to show the disgust in the man’s use of outdated slang. “I could say the same to you,” she sighed. “Without the use of already outdated slang,” she added. Giselle let out a chuckle and without a word, she pulled out her phone and typed the word of significance into the safari search bar. “Tactic,” she began reading. ““An action or strategy-” commenting on my red hair - “carefully planned to achieve a specific end” attempting to put me down and/or scare me off,” she finished as she shoved her iPhone into her pocket. “So to answer your question about what is supposed to be happening right now, you are supposed to walk away - and possibly think of ways to not put half of the lecture hall to sleep - while I continue to stand here and bask in the fact of just how much you look like a real life Jimmy Neutron,” Giselle smiled, although her words were anything but friendly. “Thanks for at least trying to provide some entertainment,” the girl smiled before turning, making sure her hair swung out, before returning to the conversation with her friend.

Xavier didn’t feel the need to pay much attention to the words the redhead directed in his direction. Why should he have to after all? She was young and from the sound of it too up her ass to realize her own mistake. When she finally got around to commenting his hair, however, that Xavier did take notice to. Not because he was offended. Not by any means, but because he hadn’t heard that comparison since college and it was still funny that people seemed to think of it as an insult. When the Redhead had finally finished her incessant speaking he simply chuckled and called in her direction. “You’d be right if your argument wasn’t purely based on your own assumptions. You assume that I was trying to insult you. You assume I had any goal at all with that. That I was attempting to put you down and/or scare you off, but I wasn’t trying to do either. It wasn’t even an insult. Your red hair is a unique attribute, and fairly noticeable it was second nature to even use it to address you by. Didn’t give much thought to it, and definitely have any sort of purpose when using it so once again not a tactic.” He explained as he took a joint from his pocket and shrugged. “But hey nothin’ to sweat over.”

“Good to know you do,” he chuckled. “See, I wouldn’t know if you’re consistent, because, as you’ve thoughtfully explained, that requires numerous experiences and we do not have that yet,” he retorted. “No, your talents are welcome here,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Xavier’s jaw, Rey’s beard rubbing against his neck. “I mean, that does sound very nice but you’re insane if you think I want you to move right now,” he laughed softly. “You could always just make them for breakfast,” he murmured against his lips before the other deepened the kiss.

“Yet being the key word in the sentence, I see.” He prompted fairly amused his fingers moving to slid themselves from Rey’s hair to around his neck as he shuffled closer to the other male on the couch until he was in Rey’s lap. With a soft chuckle, Xav excepted the kiss as it came. “I am not planning on going anywhere, waffles can wait.” He murmured against his lips as the kissed. 

“You are the most irritating person that I know,” Sasha explained to him with a mild glare before taking a deep breath doing her best to calm herself. “How’s about you go to Excalibur relief Griff of his duties and I will be there in like twenty minutes. Do not touch anything, unless a customer hands it to you and do not criticize my customers on the comics they buy. For once in your life, Bran, be nice.” 

“I think you confused irritating with adorable. I know how easy it is to make those kinds of mistakes, it’s fine, you’re good I got you.” Xav nodded a smug smirk fitting itself to his lips before agreeing. “I make no promises not to touch anything, I can’t control what I find interesting, but fine nice I can try. I guess. It’ll be really boring though.”

“I’m laughing, aren’t I.” He couldn’t pretend it wasn’t funny and he definitely wouldn’t ignore the flirtation of the other. “See, I like your style. Compliment yourself. Invite yourself to spend my money to buy you a drink.” He was still smiling, even when his locked with the stranger’s and Orion made no attempt to hide his obvious enjoyment of the sight before him. “Let me make this easy for you. If I didn’t agree with your personal assessment of just how attractive you are, we wouldn’t be on the verge of discussing where you’re going to meet me for a drink, later.” Running the back of his hand over the hair on his chin, the smile faded and Orion tried to at least present himself as a professional, more concerned with his missing student and not the momentary flirtation. He was concerned, however he was also human. “A fellow teacher. A brave fellow teacher. My thoughts and prayers are with you bruh, teenagers weren’t my first choice when it came to this whole teaching gig.” Stunned silent only for a second, Orion responded, “Little demons. You must be a hell of a bad influence.” His smile easily returning, “You realize you’ve got it all wrong. You validate their behavior, instead of them having the good sense to not follow your lead, they feel like its okay because they see you do it too.” Before he could comment further. A flash of red hair caught his attention. Orion’s head snapped, trning to catch the direction the student ran to next, “That was Chuckie, wasn’t it?”

“I’m just taking initiative really. The fact is I know that I’m fun, so what kind of person would I be to deny you the opportunity to... enjoy yourself.” With his last words Xavier licked his lips and eyed the man --and what a man he was-- in front of him making no effort to cover up the fact that he was enjoying the view as his green eyes drifted up and down the other before returning to the previous eye contact he held before. “I appreciate you makin’ it easy, I would have been sweatin’ that answer for the longest if you hadn’t.” A smirk made its way onto Xavier’s lips as he leaned against the wall fairly amused at this point though he was sure right now was not the time for either one of them to be making a date when a child was on the loose. “Substitute really, but teenagers aren’t that bad.” He shrugged it off and though he had, had his fair share of terrible classes, it really wasn’t all that bad.  “If you wanna see how much of a bad influence I can be you should definitely meet me at,” He thought for a moment for a good enough and settled for the first one that came to mind, the fact that it was near to his home in Richmond was merely a coincidence. “Hawthorn Hideaway around eight for that drink, maybe a game or two of pool.” He challenged the smirk never leaving his lips before a chuckle left them as well and he sent a half nod toward the other male. “Touche." He reasoned watching as the strangers’ attention snapped in the opposite direction and as much as Xav wanted to ignore the little rugrat and his terrible timing, it was better to catch the kid before he hurt himself. “Unfortunately. You go down that way, I’ll go down this way catch him in the next hallway.” He strategized quickly hoping the kid wouldn’t get too far.

There was no denying the aggravation that Giselle felt at the man’s nickname for her. As if she hadn’t something like it a thousand times. She figured that someone with a thinner coat of skin wouldn’t be able to take so many remarks about something so obvious well, and she was thankful that she had grown accustomed to such comments. Giselle let out a scoff and an eye roll before speaking, “Wow, a comment about my red hair,” she mused, her eyes lighting up before the glimmer left them, showing her true boredom with the response she got. “I’ll be sure to add you to the list of people who use the same tactic and never fail to bore me like you did in there,” she pointed to the closed doors of the lecture hall.

A bored sigh escaped Xavier’s lips as instead of leaving this girl decided to do the one thing he really wasn’t in the mood for. Talk. Why couldn’t people just do what was asked of them, when it was asked? He silently wondered before forcing himself to give her his attention and raised a bored eyebrow at her words. “Was there a point to you telling me that? Am I supposed to be shook now? Bothered in someway? Reevaluate my life choices? What is supposed to be happening right now?” He asked her and after a pause added. “Also ya might wanna look up tactic in the dictionary, cause that wasn’t one.” 

As determined as Sasha was to simply ignore Xav her attention snapped back to him the moment he decided to berate one of her customers and sent him a glare. “Are you kidding me,” she muttered before offering the woman a free cupcake and dragging him to the side. “ I am trying to run a business. You cannot talk to people like that here which you’re aware. This is not life or death. What the fuck is wrong with you? ”

A soft amused chuckle left Xav’s lips as he noticed the affronted look on the woman's face and truthfully he would have added to it if Sasha hadn’t intervened right then and he rolled his eyes at the shorter girl carted him off for a sidebar, not even the least bit fazed by the look of murder in her eyes directed at him. “”Many things are wrong with me which you know for a fact and I know it’s not life or death, and to be honest you should be apologizing for that customer for being all up in your business if you ask me.”

The lecture never seemed to end, but luckily for Giselle, before it got too much, her professor finally dismissed the class. The redhead laughed along to something one of her friends said as they stood in the hallway outside of the room. Her perfectly manicured hands clutched onto her binder as her heels began to wear her feet down. With the flip of her cherry hair she noticed someone staring at her. Her white teeth were hidden as her red lips fell into a scowl. “Yes?” Giselle hissed after a moment of silence.

Guest lecture days, the true bane of Xavier’s existence. He didn’t exactly appreciate college back when he attended it, the only reason he was even at the college was to cover for one of the professors he’d met at a bar who was currently suffering from a hangover he’d caused by pushing one too many shots of fireball on them in a drinking game. To his surprise, the first lecture he had to give wasn’t horrible, he’d gotten a few jokes in and it was fine, now he found himself leaning against a wall spacing out really until the next class he had to bestow knowledge onto it wasn’t until he heard the shrill “yes” that he’d even snapped out of it and scoffed at the short redhead. “What? Nothin’ keep it moving Gingersnap.” 

“You’d think for the money we pay they could at least try not waste my time with professors canceling class” Tyler sipped his coffee talking to himself as he read over the email. He’d nearly finished his coffee before standing up and bumping into the person in front of him the lukewarm drink now on them and his own shoes. “Damn it” he cursed looking up at the person no sign him even considering an apology.

Xavier was on his way home, hoping to stop in a bit of coffee for the rest of his walk when someone knocked into him and without missing a beat let out a sigh of frustration. “It’s called walking genius, learn how to do it properly like fuck.” Xavier rolled his eyes as he grabbed a couple napkins for himself and began wiping the liquid from his now soaked shirt. Definitely not how he wanted coffee.

“Overly confident in our comedic delivery.” Brow arched, he couldn’t fight the smile pulling at his lips or the huff of laughter that accompanied his words. Tilting his head to the side, he didn’t miss what the other said. “Your level of hot is a matter of opinion but I wouldn’t exactly disagree. I think you also get points for sneaking a compliment in for yourself while you gave one to me.” The laughter and smiles faded and instead Orion was left cringing at the latter, the stranger mentioned. “We can go ahead and remove that from the list right now. Helpless teacher tortured by fourth graders Monday through Friday.” Reaching in his pocket, Orion pulled out a few quarters, “Let me at least…” His thought was interrupted at the comparison the stranger made between the student. Speechless for a few seconds, the smile returned and his head shook from side to side as he pushed down his laughter. “I’m glad someone else sees it besides me. I keep waiting for Tommy Pickles to appear.” Nodding slowly, “Now I get it. Remind me to keep Chuckie away from you. He doesn’t need any encouragement.” 

“My comedic delivery is always on point, don’t front like you didn’t think that was funny, c’mon now.” Xav chuckled hands shuffling to the confines of his pockets. “What exactly is “wouldn’t exactly disagree” here? Cause if you think I’m hot I wouldn’t be opposed to a drink later.” Never one to miss out on an opportunity to flirt with anyone he found attractive Xavier couldn’t help but put out the offer. It was one of the few perks of having no shame. “Teacher it is then.” He nodded in response as he watched the other pull out the quarters and waved it off not needing any payback for the kids' actions, the reason being if he didn’t have money to spare he wouldn’t have given the little redhead anything in the first place before letting out a few chuckles. “That’d be a good idea, I am a terrible influence, it’s the reason I’m better off teaching teenagers. I feel like I’d corrupt little kids into tiny demons, at least with older kids they have sense enough not to listen to me.”

“See, I love that you know all of that–even if just to make fun of me,” he chuckled. “I mean, I’d have to see them first in order to give them a qualifying adjective. I mean, you don’t grade your students before they turn in their tests do you?” He teased with a smirk. “Hey, I was comfortable there!” he called out with a chuckle when Xavier pushed his feet off his lap. “That really sounds like you’re trying to tell me you want me to get up and make dinner, and it just seems highly unlikely right now,” he said, before his lips were connecting to Xavier’s for a moment. “I could eat waffles as long as it meant I didn’t have to get up from this couch to make them,” he mumbled against the other’s lips.

“See I listen to you, sometimes.” He pointed out the smirk returning to his lips and he simply rolled his eyes at Rey’s protests about his comfort. “Clearly you’ve never taught, cause after a while yeah you can grade them before even seeing their work. It’s all about consistency and as far as bringing you pleasure is concerned I’m very consistent... unless you have complaints, then I can take my talents elsewhere.” He lightly threatened though he definitely did not mean an ounce of the words and chuckled against Rey’s lips. “I know it’s a shocker but I was offering to make you waffles. I can do nice things sometimes we’re not gonna make it a habit cause that’s effort and I’m not into that, but...” He trailed off to press his lips against Rey’s once more finding them much more interesting and slightly more than distracting than wherever he was going with that. 

Rey leaned slightly into Xavier’s touch, a blissful sigh escaping him for just a second. “It’s not that obscure where I come from,” he shrugged. “Well, I’m not much of a teacher’s pet, but for you I wouldn’t mind. I love a good reward,” he replied with a wink. “That’s what you say, but there’s no way you could actually resist me. Speaking of free food and booze, what do you wanna order for dinner?”

“Well, where you come from you eat bangers and mash and have afternoon high tea so that makes sense.” He reasoned continuing to brush his fingers through the other males hair. “A little offended you think of any reward I can come up with as just good.” Xav chuckled and then pushed Rey’s feet off of him. “Why eat out when we can have breakfast for dinner, and no I don’t mean cereal this time. I want waffles.” He said leaning over to kiss his lips. “You want waffles?”

“How else am I supposed to use it? Mimics? Humming?” he chuckled. “I’ll write it, I’ll pull out my thesaurus and everything. You should have it on your desk by morning, Mr. Sullivan,” he said with a small wink. “You hang out with me because I am dope, and you just can’t resist me. And cause you get free food and booze.”

“Ha, Ha.” the sarcastic tone was obvious as he rolled his eyes at Rey and reached over to run a hand through the other males hair. “It’s an obscure word is what I mean jackass.” He chuckled. “You trying to score points for the best student? cause I can think of a few gold star rewards.” He raised a brow unconsciously licking his lips. “I could resist you if I wanted to, you’re just lucky I never want to, but other than that I’ll give you the rest .”

“Well, there’s your truth, dude.” He shrugged with a winning smile. “I already said I do, but you’re a bit numpty when it comes to innuendo, aren’t you? So sweet and innocent,” he teased. “Anyway, maybe we shouldn’t center this conversation around your dick, that’s just asking for trouble. I can just write a 700 word essay on it and e-mail it to you if that works?” He adjusted himself on the couch, leaning on the arm rest and throwing his feet over Xavier’s legs. “You adore me, I’m the apple of your eye, the very reason you get up in the mornings.”

“Did you just use numpty in a sentence?” Xav couldn’t help but interrupt both turned on and slightly baffled by that fact something about obscure grammar along with that accent. “If you actually wrote me that essay I’d be all for it, could be hot, but also grading something above a high school level would be a real treat.” He noted as he ran his hands across Rey’s legs before resting them against his thigh. “Apple of my eye seems like a stretch, for all you know I only hang out with you cause your apartments dope.” He teased. 

“Yes, that is true, I can’t argue with facts,” he replied, shrugging playfully before chuckling as Xavier hit his chest. “That’s literally the very definition of fishing, love,” he argued, a winning smile on his face. “Yeah, that’s the gist of it, pretty much. Do you wanna tell me what you’re so sure I like about you? Or you can just do me now, I bet you’re just so eager to tell me all the things you love about me.”

“It was not finishing it was asking for truth, there’s a difference dude.” Xavier continued to defend and his smirk only widened a minute after. “As a matter of fact, speaking of doing you, I’m fairly positive you like my dick.” Xavier pointed out a bit crudely with a wink and chuckled. “What makes you think I like anything about you? Maybe I just put up with you.” 

“Oh that’s what we’re doing? Making sun jokes about a ginger without sunscreen.” It was a good one and any other time he would have laughed and even now his lips were twitching but he fought it. “Who said I’m a teacher? I could be an unsuspecting bus driver who sucks at his day job.” Relief rushed through him when the other’s words fully registered. “Did he cry? Pull the lost and scared act on you before he snatched the quarters from your hand?” 

“Yes and I stand by it cause it was funny.” Xavier couldn't help the amused smiled that slid across his lips, “If I’m too hot to drive a school bus, you’re definitely too hot to drive one, besides it’s either, you’re a teacher or you abducted a small child and I don’t wanna assume the latter ya know. It’s real uncool.”  The snook explained and then chuckled. “He tried, but as someone who used to be that kid, just less Chuckie Finster lookin’ I wasn’t real food, have to give the kid props though if he hones those skills he could make a great con artist. Gotta respect the hustle.”

“ No the way I recall it, you were in the middle of a conversation, and I was in the middle of ignoring you. ” He pointed out throwing a look of annoyance his way 

“You can’t ignore me. That’s rude and I will not tolerate it.” Xavier said in mock offense only to glance over and see a woman looking rather angry at his words and rolled his eyes at her. “Chill okay I’m not being serious, we’re friends eat the cupcake mind ya business.” He stated rather rudely before tuning back to Sasha. “Do you have it or not?”