Don't Wake Me Up

Izzy whistled to himself as he made his way to his new dressing room at the Disney park where he worked. He had worked here for quite some time now but apparently his roommate had complained about him, saying that he had been "sexually harassed." Izzy knew he had done no such thing but if he was making the boy uncomfortable, then he would gladly switch rooms.
As he arrived at the room, he swung the door open and entered. When no one was in there, he changed anyways into his Tarzan costume which consisted of a loincloth and some small shorts. When he finished, he realized he still had ten minutes until he had to be out there working so he sat on the small bench and laid back, deciding to wait and see who his new roommate would be.

Five minutes later, Elvis was stumbling into the dressing room with his bag thrown over his shoulder. The boy walked over to his locker, his brain never registering that he was not alone in the room. Unzipping his bag he pulled out his green Peter Pan suit. The boy pulled the beanie from his head, following it quickly was the boys shirt. His hair, a bright shade of orange made him look paler than he actually was, pronouncing the constellations of freckles on his back and shoulders. His arms were littered with stark splotches of blue and purple bruises, his hands fumbling as he worked to get his jeans undone.
"I wonder..." Elvis turned as though to look for something, taking only one step before his eyes landed on the stranger in the room.
"Holy crap!" The boy flailed about in surprise, his green eyes wide as he was startled. "How the hell long have you been there, yeah?"

Izzy laughed softly as he stood up. He'd been about to say something, but decided he would let the boy continue undressing.
"I'll be changing in here from now on. You can call me Izzy." He smiled softly as he looked the boy over. "I'm sorry for not speaking up sooner but you were giving me quite a show and why would I interrupt that?" He chuckled.

"You almost gave me a heart attack, yeah." Elvis pressed a hand over his chest, his eyes taking the new man in.
"So your my locker partner? Tarzan?" He motioned to Azazel's loin cloth.

"Yes, I'm king of the jungle." Izzy smirked lightly. "And who are you?" He questioned, glancing to Elvis's clothes. "Ah, Peter Pan." He nodded as he recognized the boy. "I've seen you around before."

"Im a hard person to miss, yeah." Elvis run a hand through his hair, knowing it made him stick out around that park. "It sucks you didnt even know my name before I was half naked in the room with you." He chucked lightly. "Im Elvis though. Elvis Lively, and you can call me Lively."

"It's nice to meet you, Lively." Izzy grinned, extending a hand for the boy to shake. "I'm sure we'll be lovely friends." He shot the boy a wink.

Elvis couldnt contain his laughter as he shook the mans hand. Already he had to wonder, who in the hell wanted to be 'lovely friends.'? This guy was going to be intertaining. "We could be. But you gotta tell me your name first. Or do I call you Tarzan, yeah"

"You may call me Tarzan if you want." Izzy chuckled. "But I go by Izzy." He hated his real name, Azazel.

"I like Izzy." Elvis had always been fond of names with x, y, or z in them. "Have you been to never land?" Elvis moved back to his bag, picking up his green pants. "Or do you stay in the jungle, yeah?"

"I tend to stay in the jungle. I don't get along well with civilized people." Izzy smiled lightly, his eyes trailing over Elvis's chest. "May I ask what those bruises are from?" He questioned, gesturing to the boy's arms, although he was pretty sure he knew already.

"You may do what you want, yeah, but I dont bruise and tell." He flashed the man a smile over his shoulder, stripping off his pants. His boxer were green, the color of his eyes, and even spelled out his name around the waist band. "I've been the to the jungle once, but got so lost I decided to never go back, yeah."

Izzy smiled as he watched the boy undress, pretty sure that his favorite color was quickly becoming green. The boy's eyes were mesmerizing. He knew he would have to have this boy sooner or later.
"So, you didn't know my name..." Izzy murmured, just realizing this. "Does this mean you've never heard of me?" He arched an eyebrow at the other boy, taking his seat on the bench again. He knew many talked about him and most of this talk was made up of unfriendly rumors.

"Not much about the king of the jungle reaches me, only the latest news on Captain Hook." He slipped the pants on, grabbing up his at to place it crookedly on his head. The orange feather almost blending it with his hair. He turned back to Izzy, smiling broadly. "How about it? Do I look ready to defend Neverland?"

Izzy nodded, quite pleased that Elvis had never heard of him. That gave him a chance.
"You do." He chuckled, nodding in agreement. "You look perfect." He smiled, glancing himself over in the mirror. "And me? Do I look like a king of the jungle?" He smirked back at the other boy.

"Thats no damn fair. You look like a porn star, yeah. But I guess that works for Tarzan too." Elvis whined softly, looking himself in the mirror. "Who in the hell puts the porn star in the room with the ginger anyways?" What kind of joke was Disney playing on them.

Izzy laughed softly.
"I appreciate the compliment but you're pretty cute for a ginger." He smiled. "Don't worry, I like the show you put on for me more than porn anyways." He chuckled, referring to watching the boy change.

"Because my falling over my own too feet is so much better than watching sex." Elvis rolled his eyes, picking out a roll of gauze from his bag, which he used to conceal his bruises. It wouldnt be professional to have small children seeing Peter Pan with needle bruises. "When do you have to be out, yeah?" Elvis glanced to the clock, finishing his arms quickly.

"Ah, a few minutes I think." Izzy nodded, shruggling lightly. "You?"

"I have to get going a bit earlier, find captain Hook and go over our routine for today." Elvis slipped his shoes on, pausing at the door to wave at Izzy. "If I dont see you around, ill be back around nine, yeah." And with that Peter Pan was gone, off to Neverland with his lost boys.

Izzy smiled as the boy left. He left a moment later, making his way towards his jungle, his thoughts already on how he could make Peter Pan want him.

"Hey!" Elvis barreled into Xavier, grinning at Prentiss and the rest of the lost boys. He was the last one to the huddle, as always. "Before we start, I got questions yeah. What do you guys know about Tarzan? The guy playing him." His cheeks were still pink with the morning embarrassment of stripping infront of his attractive locker partner.
Great first impression.

Xavier chuckled, throwing his arm around the boy's shoulders.
"Uh, Tarzan." He hummed, thinking this over. "I think he's kind of a whore. From what I've heard at least." Xavier got quite a few of the girls around the park flirting with him so he was quite caught up on the gossip. "All the princesses I talk to said they've slept with him, but that's all I got." He shrugged.

"Hee iz a good kizzeer." Prentiss chimed, along with a few other of the lost boys who only could gush about how cute Tarzan was. Elvis listening to them, his smile falling slightly. Of course there was a draw back, Elvis was never that lucky.
"Sounds like a real ladies man, yeah."

"Good kisser?" Xavier arched an eyebrow, frowning lightly as another lost boy spoke up to Elvis.
"I've never seen it but rumor says he has a list of princesses here he's screwed. He makes them sign it during sex." The boy shrugged.