Kink Bingo - Mind Control
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setos_puppyTitle: Rose Coloured Glasses
Fandom: Were the World Mine
Pairing/Characters: Cooper/Cole
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 535
Warning: None
Summary: Cooper finally looks at Cole
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Wolfe Video et al
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Hypnosis/Mind Control square.
Dedication: Dedicated to Alex
Cooper grunted with displeasure at the sharp, sudden pain in his eyes. Whatever the hell it was, whatever stupid fucking prop Timothy was holding, it sprayed something. It stung like a bitch and he squeezed his eyes closed, digging the palms of his heels into his eyes and groaning in pain as he ducked his head before dropping one hand so he could rub against the bridge of his nose and hopefully get all the grit out of his eyes.
He was going to murder Timothy. Who the hell did the kid think he was coming in with his frilly faerie wings and his stupid purple flower? He was in severe need of a beat down.
Cooper opened his eyes, blinking away the blur before a slow, easy smile spread over his face.
Cole.
Cole was standing there, within arm's reach of him, blinking his eyes rapidly and scrubbing a hand over his brow.
It was strange, but somehow, Cole looked different. He seemed to almost glow. Cooper let out a slow, almost nervous breath. He had wanted to do this for so long and it was strange but somehow now he felt like he could. He licked his lips and flashed a grin at his friend before pulling him in by the shoulders and kissing him like a man possessed.
Cole tasted like the root beer he had chugged at lunch and the gum Cooper had given to him. He kissed Cooper back with a fierce, vicious intensity and Cooper groaned and arched when his back was pushed into a wall and he felt wide, roughly calloused hands gripping at his hips, pushing up his shirt.
In some strange, faint way Cooper felt like he was forgetting something. Like something seemed a little funny and off kilter but he couldn't figure out what. He pulled back with a rush of air when Cole's mouth moved from his to press against his neck. Cooper cupped the back of Cole's head and gripped a hand into Cole's uniform shirt and pressed up again, sighing.
Never in a million years would he have ever thought he had the confidence to come out. To tell Cole. For his feeling to be returned.
It seemed so wacky and impossible. And so perfect.
Through the haze of joy and confusion Cooper saw Timothy standing on the stage. The tall boy looked awed as well as confused. Cooper smiled faintly at him. He had to apologize to Timothy for everything he had ever done. For every internalized homophobic word and action he had ever done.
Somehow it felt like this wouldn't have happened without Timothy.
Cooper felt like he owed him.
Cole's hands yanked his shirt from his belt and his fingers were hot and rough against his skin. Cooper shuddered and tossed his head back against the wall with a blissful keening noise as he scratched his blunt nails down Cole's spine. Cole bit down hard on his neck and Cooper couldn't help the cry that left his mouth.
The niggling “left the tap on” feeling in his mind slowly vanished.
He was safe here with Cole.
He had Cole.
A little mind fuzz was nothing to worry about.
Fandom: Were the World Mine
Pairing/Characters: Cooper/Cole
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 535
Warning: None
Summary: Cooper finally looks at Cole
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Wolfe Video et al
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Hypnosis/Mind Control square.Dedication: Dedicated to Alex
Cooper grunted with displeasure at the sharp, sudden pain in his eyes. Whatever the hell it was, whatever stupid fucking prop Timothy was holding, it sprayed something. It stung like a bitch and he squeezed his eyes closed, digging the palms of his heels into his eyes and groaning in pain as he ducked his head before dropping one hand so he could rub against the bridge of his nose and hopefully get all the grit out of his eyes.
He was going to murder Timothy. Who the hell did the kid think he was coming in with his frilly faerie wings and his stupid purple flower? He was in severe need of a beat down.
Cooper opened his eyes, blinking away the blur before a slow, easy smile spread over his face.
Cole.
Cole was standing there, within arm's reach of him, blinking his eyes rapidly and scrubbing a hand over his brow.
It was strange, but somehow, Cole looked different. He seemed to almost glow. Cooper let out a slow, almost nervous breath. He had wanted to do this for so long and it was strange but somehow now he felt like he could. He licked his lips and flashed a grin at his friend before pulling him in by the shoulders and kissing him like a man possessed.
Cole tasted like the root beer he had chugged at lunch and the gum Cooper had given to him. He kissed Cooper back with a fierce, vicious intensity and Cooper groaned and arched when his back was pushed into a wall and he felt wide, roughly calloused hands gripping at his hips, pushing up his shirt.
In some strange, faint way Cooper felt like he was forgetting something. Like something seemed a little funny and off kilter but he couldn't figure out what. He pulled back with a rush of air when Cole's mouth moved from his to press against his neck. Cooper cupped the back of Cole's head and gripped a hand into Cole's uniform shirt and pressed up again, sighing.
Never in a million years would he have ever thought he had the confidence to come out. To tell Cole. For his feeling to be returned.
It seemed so wacky and impossible. And so perfect.
Through the haze of joy and confusion Cooper saw Timothy standing on the stage. The tall boy looked awed as well as confused. Cooper smiled faintly at him. He had to apologize to Timothy for everything he had ever done. For every internalized homophobic word and action he had ever done.
Somehow it felt like this wouldn't have happened without Timothy.
Cooper felt like he owed him.
Cole's hands yanked his shirt from his belt and his fingers were hot and rough against his skin. Cooper shuddered and tossed his head back against the wall with a blissful keening noise as he scratched his blunt nails down Cole's spine. Cole bit down hard on his neck and Cooper couldn't help the cry that left his mouth.
The niggling “left the tap on” feeling in his mind slowly vanished.
He was safe here with Cole.
He had Cole.
A little mind fuzz was nothing to worry about.
