Post by SomniumPuella on Oct 26, 2009 18:37:46 GMT
Erm warning for possible sap and mentions of (OMGZ) mansex. And The Manbitch (Rupert) getting punched.
Ross likes taking photographs. They aren't professional and he knows it'll never be a career but there are times when he just can't help it. Moments that, if he had any sort of talent for English, he'd write a poem about or something. He doesn't. He doesn't even like English (which is why he never did any more than GCSE English). So he takes to carrying a camera around.
That's how he first notices Jonty Millingden in the crowd of freshmen Dandelions looking awkward and slightly nervous. There's something about his face which makes Ross just want to photograph him. He's not as classically handsome as their new president but he's beautiful. Even though that's not a word Ross should use to describe a guy.
Happily though Ross gets his chance to photograph Jonty later that night at the Feast of Fools, where many freshman Dandelions often try to drink away any nervousness. Jonty is one of those. Ross is still jetlagged from coming back from holiday and so he isn't drinking much. Which means he gets to see Jonty sprawl into one of the chairs and the light is just perfect. Ross always has his camera on him and he can't help taking it out and snapping a photo. Jonty looks at him startled and Ross can't help colouring a little because it's really kind of difficult to explain that he absolutely couldn't not take that photo because Jonty looked so beautiful.
As luck would have it Jonty doesn't ask about the photo, instead he comes and sits next to Ross and they have a fairly pleasant conversation while Jonty drinks more champagne and leans progressively more on Ross. Ross ends up helping him back to his room at some ridiculous hour of the morning. Jonty's room is a mess, half unpacked, but they manage to negotiate their way between boxes and to Jonty's bed. Jonty's asleep before he hits the blankets and Ross can't help but take another photo; the moonlight playing over Jonty's sharp cheekbones, he looks almost ethereal.
Ross doesn't see Jonty the next day. Mind you, he doesn't see most people the next day - most everyone having got completely hammered the night before. Ross actually quite enjoys the peace, he goes rowing and takes advantage of the open river.
The day after that Jonty does manage to find him and awkwardly say thanks for getting him back to his room. Ross invites him in for coffee. They talk.
This becomes something of a pattern over the next few weeks, Jonty coming over for coffee. The weeks turn swiftly into months and they're still talking, laughing together. Jonty comes to watch Ross row, although he always refuses to get in the boat itself.
Everything changes at the winter ball, neither of them feel the pressing need to take a date (although Jonty has been named Vice-President by this time and Dorian has been trying to get him to take a date) and instead they steal a bottle of champagne and get happily buzzed outside. Jonty, it turns out, is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking (especially champagne) and by the time they've drained the bottle he's leaning against Ross to stay upright.
Ross turns his head to say something, make a joke, because he's been fighting a growing attraction for this strange, inscrutable, beautiful man and having Jonty mostly sprawled across him while he's tipsy is causing all sorts of very pleasant but somewhat uncomfortable reactions. Instead Jonty kisses him and Ross kisses back.
They don't do anything more than kiss that night, although they do end up twined together on Ross' bed. Which makes for slightly awkward waking because they both have godawful hangovers. Weakly Ross offers the use of his bathroom if Jonty wants to freshen up. When Jonty finishes Ross goes in to freshen up. He comes back out to find Jonty is gone.
It's fairly awkward for about a week. Then there's a rowing regatta and Jonty's still there to cheer him on. Ross wins every competition he was entered for, just on the strength of his joy.
They have a conversation after the regatta and it turns out that Ross' feelings are reciprocated. It turns out all Jonty was worried about was the Club's and Ross' reputations. Ross kisses him sweetly for that, running fingertips over the cheekbones he's admired, and photographed, from afar. Then he explains that the Club has always been a flagship for decadence and debauchery up to and including sodomy so nobody really cares. Ross himself is the youngest of the family, his elder brother and sister are married and both families have kids so his parents are happy for him to do what he pleases (although they probably meant for him to settle down with a nice, well monied, girl and have more grandchildren).
Nobody (apart from Rupert, but he's an arsehole anyway and Ross has honestly been looking for an excuse to punch him) really comments on their relationship. They aren't exactly subtle about it either. Dorian does make a few jokes, some of which are in fairly bad taste, but that's his prerogative as president (and Jonty convinces Ross that punching the president of the Dandelion Club is not a good idea).
Ross is entirely more open about taking photographs of Jonty now. While Jonty is quite happy being photographed (although Ross' habit of photographing him after sex does make him a little grumpy) it turns out he's rather self-concious about having the photos put on the walls of their shared rooms.
There is one photo up on the wall though. It's done in black and white and it's of the both of them. Jonty took it, it's not posed for or anything, he'd just wrestled the camera out of Ross' grip one day when they were fooling about in summer and taken the photo. They both look younger than they do when they're in school and Jonty has a cheeky schoolboy grin on his face.
That's Ross' favourite picture
Although there are a couple of photos of Jonty taken in the afterglow of ridiculously good sex which could certainly compare. But Ross isn't allowed to mention them.
Ross likes taking photographs. They aren't professional and he knows it'll never be a career but there are times when he just can't help it. Moments that, if he had any sort of talent for English, he'd write a poem about or something. He doesn't. He doesn't even like English (which is why he never did any more than GCSE English). So he takes to carrying a camera around.
That's how he first notices Jonty Millingden in the crowd of freshmen Dandelions looking awkward and slightly nervous. There's something about his face which makes Ross just want to photograph him. He's not as classically handsome as their new president but he's beautiful. Even though that's not a word Ross should use to describe a guy.
Happily though Ross gets his chance to photograph Jonty later that night at the Feast of Fools, where many freshman Dandelions often try to drink away any nervousness. Jonty is one of those. Ross is still jetlagged from coming back from holiday and so he isn't drinking much. Which means he gets to see Jonty sprawl into one of the chairs and the light is just perfect. Ross always has his camera on him and he can't help taking it out and snapping a photo. Jonty looks at him startled and Ross can't help colouring a little because it's really kind of difficult to explain that he absolutely couldn't not take that photo because Jonty looked so beautiful.
As luck would have it Jonty doesn't ask about the photo, instead he comes and sits next to Ross and they have a fairly pleasant conversation while Jonty drinks more champagne and leans progressively more on Ross. Ross ends up helping him back to his room at some ridiculous hour of the morning. Jonty's room is a mess, half unpacked, but they manage to negotiate their way between boxes and to Jonty's bed. Jonty's asleep before he hits the blankets and Ross can't help but take another photo; the moonlight playing over Jonty's sharp cheekbones, he looks almost ethereal.
Ross doesn't see Jonty the next day. Mind you, he doesn't see most people the next day - most everyone having got completely hammered the night before. Ross actually quite enjoys the peace, he goes rowing and takes advantage of the open river.
The day after that Jonty does manage to find him and awkwardly say thanks for getting him back to his room. Ross invites him in for coffee. They talk.
This becomes something of a pattern over the next few weeks, Jonty coming over for coffee. The weeks turn swiftly into months and they're still talking, laughing together. Jonty comes to watch Ross row, although he always refuses to get in the boat itself.
Everything changes at the winter ball, neither of them feel the pressing need to take a date (although Jonty has been named Vice-President by this time and Dorian has been trying to get him to take a date) and instead they steal a bottle of champagne and get happily buzzed outside. Jonty, it turns out, is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking (especially champagne) and by the time they've drained the bottle he's leaning against Ross to stay upright.
Ross turns his head to say something, make a joke, because he's been fighting a growing attraction for this strange, inscrutable, beautiful man and having Jonty mostly sprawled across him while he's tipsy is causing all sorts of very pleasant but somewhat uncomfortable reactions. Instead Jonty kisses him and Ross kisses back.
They don't do anything more than kiss that night, although they do end up twined together on Ross' bed. Which makes for slightly awkward waking because they both have godawful hangovers. Weakly Ross offers the use of his bathroom if Jonty wants to freshen up. When Jonty finishes Ross goes in to freshen up. He comes back out to find Jonty is gone.
It's fairly awkward for about a week. Then there's a rowing regatta and Jonty's still there to cheer him on. Ross wins every competition he was entered for, just on the strength of his joy.
They have a conversation after the regatta and it turns out that Ross' feelings are reciprocated. It turns out all Jonty was worried about was the Club's and Ross' reputations. Ross kisses him sweetly for that, running fingertips over the cheekbones he's admired, and photographed, from afar. Then he explains that the Club has always been a flagship for decadence and debauchery up to and including sodomy so nobody really cares. Ross himself is the youngest of the family, his elder brother and sister are married and both families have kids so his parents are happy for him to do what he pleases (although they probably meant for him to settle down with a nice, well monied, girl and have more grandchildren).
Nobody (apart from Rupert, but he's an arsehole anyway and Ross has honestly been looking for an excuse to punch him) really comments on their relationship. They aren't exactly subtle about it either. Dorian does make a few jokes, some of which are in fairly bad taste, but that's his prerogative as president (and Jonty convinces Ross that punching the president of the Dandelion Club is not a good idea).
Ross is entirely more open about taking photographs of Jonty now. While Jonty is quite happy being photographed (although Ross' habit of photographing him after sex does make him a little grumpy) it turns out he's rather self-concious about having the photos put on the walls of their shared rooms.
There is one photo up on the wall though. It's done in black and white and it's of the both of them. Jonty took it, it's not posed for or anything, he'd just wrestled the camera out of Ross' grip one day when they were fooling about in summer and taken the photo. They both look younger than they do when they're in school and Jonty has a cheeky schoolboy grin on his face.
That's Ross' favourite picture
Although there are a couple of photos of Jonty taken in the afterglow of ridiculously good sex which could certainly compare. But Ross isn't allowed to mention them.
Love how it's so angst-free.
