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‘Firsts… meetings, stares, butterflies, new sensations, new unidentified feelings… then finally, kisses too. Quite unexciting for sure?’
“So, I’ve seen you around.”
Waxer was trying to make conversation with the clone he had had an eye on for a while now. Waxer knew perfectly well they all looked alike and even if Waxer tried to keep his hair off of his head to be somewhat different to the other cadets well, there were differences there for sure.
But it really wasn’t about the looks rather about the man himself. Well, guess teenager all things considered they were pretty much still that. Maybe? Not children but not fully grown people either. Something in between there. The awkward state of being.
Boil however having managed to raise a curiosity within Waxer none of the others had being the point for his sudden bravado.
And so, deciding to finally talk to Boil after having seen him hanging with his close knit group of friends clearly not made of his batch mates rather others Boil preferred to hang out with.
It wasn’t that Waxer had been stalking him though… well… simply, asking questions around? As seeing Boil in action on the playing field not to mention the in the battle simulations, there was just something about him which rubbed Waxer in all the right ways. And so, having gathered the courage to finally strike a conversation with the other clone. Feeling confident enough finally making the connection.
“Well, it’s kinda hard to miss me eh? We looking like everyone else? But yeah.”
Boil just had to laugh at the most stupidest line he had heard in a longest while. Having heard a few in his short life time. But he also had a pretty good guess as to the why.
Boil had been told in not so many words by his friends he was the one some of the older cadets found… interesting. Especially after Boil had started to grow a funky looking moustache making him different from the others. Something none of the others had thought of within those cadets in their age range at least. Fancying himself somewhat of a rebel in the midst of all other similar faces. Trying to stand out and all.
And Boil had totally succeeded in that task. As clearly this other clone, a bald one at that either by choice or? Well, Boil had had plenty of options to pickup from. But this one seemed well bold - pun intended - in his stance and straightforwardness that much was for sure and so peaking Boil’s curiosity.
Waxer had not excepted such a comment though but Boil wasn’t wrong. Still, clearly both of them already stood out in some ways from the rest of them. But not letting first bad impressions deter him from continuing on his, quest. As even if Boil had sounded rather jerky Waxer still found him intriguing.
Guess the moustache made all the difference?
“Oh yeah? Well you don’t and neither do I.” So there Waxer thought it having been a good comeback. He wasn’t wrong in his statement either. Staring the other cadet right into his eyes.
Usually Boil managed to scare off these wannabes those wanting something from him because of whatever reason. Maybe their hormones running rampant at this stage in their evolution or whatever else reason he could not think of now. Boil knew he himself had hardly been unaffected by this teenager of a thing.
But this one clone was clearly different. Feisty being the word coming to mind.
“Well, guess you are right on that one.” Boil let out a soft chuckle. And this bold and bald and well, letting go of the puns, he was starting to peek Boil’s curiosity for sure. “So, why were you looking for me?” Wanting to make sure this wasn’t simply an invitation to sparring match or similar Boil being on the top of the charts and some vod’e wanting to spar with him just because of that. As it wasn’t all hormonal, sexual, whatever… well sometimes it wasn’t.
Now that the question was out there, Waxer’s bravado was slowly starting to dissipate. But before that happened he needed to ask the one thing on his mind. Because he had been watching Boil for a while now and what he had been feeling was far from just wanting to hang around the other cadet.
“So yeah.” Waxer swiped the baldness of his head nervously staring anywhere but at Boil. “I wanted to… um… ask you out?” Waxer finally peeped through his lashes at the desire of his dreams.
“Out where?” Yeah, Boil could play it stupid if he wanted to. But this wasn’t the first proposal either Boil had received for a more intimate venue as it was. And most likely would not be the last.
Waxer’s eyes were wide as clearly, getting through to Boil wasn’t as easy as he had planned inside of his own head. The discussion having been had there several times over before he had dared to approach Boil even. But he did not want to waste time having already dwelled on this long enough even if Boil most likely had no idea he even existed until now. “Out on a… date.” Okay, so the hook had been thrown there. Now it was time to see if the lure was strong enough to catch the fish or not.
If Boil was surprised he did not let on. And like said, this wasn’t his first rodeo and not even his first date. If he was going to go on a date with this… cadet standing all good looking in front of him? The charisma, uniqueness and nerve starting to stick to him for sure… then?
“So…” Boil glanced at Waxer, expecting something clearly from him.
“Waxer.”
“Waxer.” Boil tried the name on for a size a soft smirk on his lips.”What makes you think I would go on a date with someone I don’t even know.” Then again, Boil wasn’t completely honest either. Having seen Waxer around too. The distinct look and the sometimes catching laughter being the things making Boil check twice after seeing where the laughter had emanated from. Even three times and then asking around and getting a name to go with said cadet. But, Boil was playing hard to get. He always did. And Waxer wasn’t an exception even if…
“Because I am charming, good mannered and can tell a joke.” Yeah, that line was rehearsed for sure.
Boil just had to laugh then. But seeing Waxer wasn’t backing up either and so the curiosity from before getting the best of him. Well..
“If I agree to this, date with you… what do I get in turn?” Yeah Boil was definitely acting coy now seeing how far Waxer was willing to go.
“A taster of what’s to come.” Waxer had really practiced this, his lines and all. Knowing if the rumours were true about Boil, that he was more… experienced and most likely would not settle for less. A” kiss.”
Now that an offer which came as a surprise to Boil for sure. Having usually not gotten such straight forward propositioning in a… well ever really.
“Oh.” Was all he managed.
Waxer taking advantage of the somewhat confusion he had caused in the other cadet simply leaned in closing the short distance between them. Placing a soft kiss on Boil’s lips, which was hardly there but Boil could feel if for sure.
“Hm…” Boil was tapping on his chin, his brows knitted clearly contemplating on the kiss.
“Yes?” Waxer was worried suddenly. Had he estimated the other clone wrong after all? Gone too far? Moved too fast?
“I need another sampling to be sure.” Boil’s grin appeared from out of nowhere.
“Oh. Well, then.” Waxer leaned in again only this time Boil was the one leading the kiss and it was more of everything than the soft peck had been.
Breaking off, they were both panting heavily. “So, good?” Waxer asked in a gravely voice.
“Yeah, definitely good.” Boil was out of breath too. “So, tomorrow after training okay for you?” He then asked.
“Sure. Tomorrow.” Waxer was surprised but rather elated too.
“Good, see ya then. Mess hall okay for starters?”
“Yeah, mess hall. Good.”
Waving his goodbyes as Boil stumbled off, clearly still affected by the shared kissing.
Waxer stood there for a moment not sure was to what had happened, even if it had been his idea in the first place. The kiss for sure and oh yeah and the date!