tampered | Log; Fast Times at City High Dance

Log; Fast Times at City High Dance

When; March 28, sunset into evening and beyond!
Rating; G to PG-13?
Characters; anyone and everyone
Summary; The dance is upon us and the deities have done their very best to light up the Square. Students and staff alike have been invited, date or no date. Those who aren't cursed may still come to take in the decorations, the food, the entertainment, and the merriment... or they can take pictures for blackmail when this is over.
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[ooc: This is an open log for the Fast Times at City High Curse Dance event! Tags can be open or directed specifically to another character, label those subject lines accordingly. Feel free to NPC wait staff and what not. Oh and have fun!]

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"Nothing, but..."

Kyle's lips parted and closed as Ianto stroked his hand, confused.

"Why would you need to? I'll let you do what you like."

That was what Ianto thought.

"Why would you be willing to let me do what I like?"

Kyle frowned. "I like you. Why wouldn't I let you?"

"And what about what you want to do?"

"What do you mean?" This was starting to get too confusing. "I'd like it too. As long as you weren't hurting me."

"I wouldn't ever hurt you," Ianto assured him, still rubbing his thumb over Kyle's knuckles.

"But I asked what you wanted, not if you'd like what I wanted."

"I want you to like me," Kyle replied. "Isn't that obvious?"

The gentle touch was distracting.

"And I do," he assured Kyle, "but just because of that, it doesn't mean you should let me take advantage of you."

His other hand went on Kyle's shoulder. "So I'm not going to."

"But I invited you to," Kyle protested. "It isn't taking advantage. I said that you could. Don't you want to?"

He started to wonder if he just wasn't attractive to Ianto. It was a dismaying thought.

Ianto was getting frustrated with himself as he couldn't express himself properly. But he wasn't going to let it show and make Kyle think it was aimed at him.

"Yes, but I want to do it properly."

Kyle shook his head. What on earth did 'properly' mean?

"I don't understand," he admitted, ruefully. He was used to knowing exactly what his partners wanted. It's what made him so popular, apart from the good looks and copious amounts of money.

Ianto struggled for the right word. Courting would probably sound old fashioned, and dating sounded too teenagerish.

"You know. Going out for coffee, dinner, going to watch films."

"Yes, that's usually the first half of the night," Kyle agreed, wondering what Ianto was getting at. Did he want coffee first?

"No, no." Ianto ran a hand through his hair, and then tried again.

"Over a period of time."

"Why?"

Ianto hoped the way he was rubbing Kyle's knuckles was helping.

"So we can get to know each other."

Kyle laughed, more comfortable with that old line.

"Yes, exactly. So let's go someplace private and do that."

If there was a wall, Ianto would have banged his head off of it.

"Dating. I mean like that."

"That's what I mean too," Kyle said, becoming a little frustrated. He didn't understand where the disconnect was coming from.

"I didn't think you wanted to just be a one-night stand."

Ianto was beginning to wonder if maybe it was a cultural gap.

"But you're not supposed to sleep together before you even have one date."

Kyle stared at him. "That's...what dating is."

Ianto's eyebrows furrowed.

"Sleeping with people straight away?"

"Well, yes." Kyle squirmed, suddenly uncertain in the face of Ianto's incredulity.

"...Isn't it?"

But then Ianto was beginning to wonder himself. He never had been one to jump straight between the sheets, and the people he'd been with had never minded.

"Um. Not for me... so far?"

"Huh. It's always been that way for me." From his very first boyfriend and onwards. Kyle couldn't really wrap his head around the idea of dating someone who wasn't expecting you to offer your body to them at the end of the night.

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