Richard Grayson

Jerel's a lucky man. He can feed Dick morsels from his fingertips, if Dick wants, heh. (Jerel will be magnanimous and let Dick have the tiara, and he'll have the crown and sceptre. Queen Dick sounds good.)

Ngh, could you imagine; them sitting at one of their tables and slowly but surely falling into their own world while Dick talks about whatever he's doing right now and Jerel goes dreamy eyed, eating and sometimes feeding Dick. Dick would lick Jerel's fingers with a smile - pause - then go on with his story.
(That's okay, Jerel, Dick'll talk to the committee and get him a tiara, too. :D)

It'll be one of those moments where Jerel realises it's a lot more permanent than some senior year fling. (Aw, they can match.)

Holy crap, Jerel, you sap. Dick loves it.

Slytherins are cunning, not cut off from their hearts. Dick'll find a lot of them are more sensitive than everyone thinks.

Dick isn't going to be surprised by Jerel having a heart, just that he's willing to share it with Dick. He knows Jerel has a heart. He's heard him talk about his brother.

Dick's the only person who's stuck around long enough for Jerel to let himself get serious about. And he's different from the rest.

Hey, Dick doesn't see him being all that different. But if it keeps Jerel interested and happy, then he's good.

Dick actually has substance. A lot of the people--well, girls--that Jerel's dated were pretty shallow. The deep girls weren't interested in him.

Well, their loss. That's all Dick can say. Obviously those 'deep girls' were too quick to judge. Their loss is Dick's gain.

So Dick is different. So Jerel's treating him differently, things are working differently.

Dick hopes so. He's gotten kinda fond of Jerel, y'know. Dunno what he'd do without his mood swings and filthy mouth.

Probably have a lot less headaches, huh? Snicker.

The headaches are worth it.

Better be. Jerel puts a lot of work into making up for the headaches, heh.

He puts work into that? Dick always thought that came naturally. Oh, their whole relationship is a lie, whatever shall they do, oh well, make up sex? Hm?

Jerel has to put work into not causing more headaches as he tries to fix what headaches he caused. Make-up sex is an awesome idea! Jerel is fully behind that idea.

Dick doesn't want him to worry about it. Dick puts a lot of work into trying to see things from Jerel's (nearly called him Elliot there) point of view. He knows how hard it is for Dick to stay mad at him? That's part of the reason. But, hell yes, make up sex without the fight, that's a new idea. They should do that. C'mon.

Jerel jumps Dick. Dick's really empathic, he's awesome, big kisses. Jerel's so fucking lucky. (Haha Elliot crossing over.)

Huge grin. Yeah, Jerel is really lucky. It's cool, though, so's Dick. They both kind of lucked out on this one. (Sneaky aliases *fist shake*)

Yeah, Jerel's a sex maniac. Dick's pretty lucky, grin.

Sudden!soft look. Not exactly what Dick meant, but yeah. That's a noted bonus, alright.

Jerel raises an eyebrow. There's other bonuses? He knows Dick doesn't mean his connections as a Slytherin or a pureblood or anything, Dick's a Wayne.

Dick laughs, overly amused and utterly fond. Jerel, you tit. You're the bonus. You're the - yeah. Dick's in this for Jerel. The sex is brilliant, though, don't get him wrong. Because, fuck, yeah the sex is amazing. But if Jerel lost his penis in some hex-related accident, Dick would still want him.

Jerel presses his face to Dick's neck and smiles, unable to help himself. He's the bonus? Merlin's balls, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to him. Dick is amazing.

So's Jerel. And he deserves so much more than thinking that some badly put together, but well meaning, compliment from Dick is the nicest thing anyone's said to him. Dick shakes his head, then brightens, hiding the disappointment he's feelings for life right now. He hates remembering that Jerel's never really had anyone be nice to him.

Well, to be fair, Jerel's never really--well, since Mitz got put in Ravenclaw, Jerel's never really been a nice person. Dick's literally the first one in years who's made it through all Jerel's bullshit.

He knew it'd be worth it. Don't ask him how. He's always been a pretty good judge of character, that's all. ...okay, and he had a gigantic crush. That helped.

Jerel is fascinated by this idea. How long has Dick had a crush on him?

Dick rubs the back of his neck, smiling. Weeell. Heh. Saw Jerel around a lot maybe third year at the latest. The crush didn't take hold until the end of third year, though, not the start. Kinda had the summer to figure out if Dick liked him or not, got over the crush a little, and when they came back for fourth year it hit him in the face like a jinx.

Jerel beams, delighted. Since third year? Jerel barely even remembers third year, or Hufflepuffs--he was still in the thick of establishing himself in Slytherin back then. But that's a fucking awesome thought, that Dick liked him even back when he was at his scrawny assholeyest.

Only when he laughed, Dick clarifies. Otherwise he was just another Slytherin who thought he was too good for anyone else. Dick takes a deep breath and leans back. Ohh, but when he laughed...

Even when he was laughing at Hufflepuffs? Jerel teases gently. Yeah, he thinks he remembers Dick back in third year, or fourth. Tumbling out on the grass by the lake, showing off for everyone. He liked that, he remembers, that this tiny little Hufflepuff had secret talents.

Hardly secret. ...the contortion-ism, that's the secret talent, eyebrow wiggle. And, wait, Jerel liked something a silly little Hufflepuff was doing back in the day? Shock, horror. Stop the presses!

Well, Jerel wanted to find a way to exploit the talent, of course. Get Dick to do his dirty work for him, all acrobatic like that. Scramble up a wall into a teacher's office and steal test questions or something. Jerel nuzzles Dick, grinning. Hufflepuffs are good for servant work.

So him and all his Slytherin buddies keep saying. Dick has yet to meet a Hufflepuff that'd do whatever a Slytherin says because they just so happen to be Slytherin. (Because they're in love, maybe. Definitely. Most certainly.)

Nah, he has, it's just that they're loyal, so they wouldn't tell. (I made the most embarrassing noise.)

Dick smiles a bit. Hufflepuffs do things for reasons a lot of Slytherins don't understand. They might do these things for Slytherins out of loyalty, maybe. If the Slytherin has earned it. (Awwww.)

Slytherins have lots of ways to earn things. Jerel walks his fingers up Dick's chest, then snickers.

Dick smiles, easy and understanding and patient. Then he grins with a little more heat in it. Well. He knows that, gorgeous.

Jerel honestly gets a little burst of warmth every time Dick calls him that, 'cause he knows Dick means it and he doesn't mean it in the way that he's looking for the compliment back, but he just means it. So cue snogging.

Snogging is good. Snogging is definitely good. That way Dick can start off fast and biting and ease into something more soft and deep and maybe translate what he was trying to say earlier through that. He's in no rush to go telling Jerel this stuff anyway.

Jerel probably knows, somewhere quiet and wholesome inside him, all about what Dick's soft smiles and kisses mean. He's gaining more emotional intelligence the longer he hangs around Dick. And he's happy to have it exactly as is, for the moment, with the gentle moments amid the passion. He's learning.

Dick's in no rush, to be honest. He likes easy-going things and he knows how much guts it must have taken to be open about their relationship. That's going to keep him happy for a long time, probably longer than is really healthy. But he's not the healthiest.

Hey, it's not like they're working on a time limit here. They can have as long as they want to sort themselves out.