Don't Wake Me Up

"Oui, oui." Prentiss grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head as he remembered he had never told Xavier about Azazel before. "Hee waz moi virst kizz."
"Oh, well thats classy yeah." Just because the man was a whore didnt meant they couldnt be friends at least.

Xavier found he was quite irritated at learning this fact.
"Why do you ask? Is he hitting on you or something?" Xavier questioned Elvis, trying to push the thought off.

"Were sharing a dressing room now yeah, He saw most of my body before he even learned my name." The blush that had only left him minutes had come back. "Plus he is like....porn star hot. And he said he thinks im cute for a ginger yeah." Elvis sounded pround of that last detail.

"He sounds like he just wants in your pants." Xavier muttered, finding that these words burnt him as well. He already hated this man and he'd never even met him.

"Your probably right, yeah." Elvis deflated much like a balloon would, his shoulders dropping. Maybe he just wanted to add Peter pan into his book.

"Don't get all sad." Xavier sighed, feeling kind of bad now although he was still jealous of this Tarzan guy. He was also upset because the way Elvis had deflated must have meant he really liked the guy.

"Im not, yeah." Elvis brushed his red bangs from his face. Xavier being jealous had never crossed his mind, he had just been so lonely. It was like he was drowning, reaching up for someone who just wasnt there. "He probably just wants my name in his book, yeah." The boy plastered on a smile, tugging Xavier forward to follow the rest of the lost boys. People were filling into the park now.

"Let's go put on a show, kid." Xavier smiled, kissing his friend's cheek gently before moving away from him. They were supposed to be enemies in Neverland now after all.

Elvis was thankful when closing time came around. He made his way to the dressing room, sighing softly as he slipped his peter pan shirt off. He wanted a shower, possibly a joint, and then he wanted to sleep.

Izzy was already there, dressed in his normal clothes as he slipped his shoes on. He smiled up at Elvis, nodding to the boy.
"Fun day in Neverland?"

"So...Many...Children..." Elvis swatted the hat from his head, roughly pulling his t-shirt back on. He wanted to ask about the list, but wasnt sure how to approach it. What Izzy did was none of Elvis's business. "How was the jungle?"

"Quite fun actually. Swinging on vines never gets old." He chuckled softly. "You seem a bit more down than this morning, tiring day?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Dealing with kids is always tiring yeah." Elvis intertwined his fingers, raising his arms above his head in a stretch. A small, breathy moan escaped him as he felt his muscles loosening. With a sigh he dropped his arms back to his side, glancing over his shoulder at Izzy as he worked on changing pants. "I told the lost boys and hook about you." Elvis paused, realizing how stupid that sounded. "I mean uh....Just that you were my new locker partner and all, yeah..."

"And they told you about me." Izzy nodded lightly. "Is that why you are not as happy talking to me as you were earlier?" He questioned.

Elvis turned to face him, blinking as though Izzy had spoken in a different language. "I like to make my own opinion on people, yeah. Im not going to treat you different because some of my friends had some bad things to say about you." He began unwrapping his arms, his eyebrows drawn as though he were concentrating. "I mean...Its none of my business anyways." The boy turned back to his bag, shoving his cosplay clothes in before zipping it shut.

"Just know, rumors aren't always completely accurate." Izzy sighed, turning back to shove the little bit of costume he had into his bag.

"Do you have a list that you make princesses sign when you f*ck them, yeah?" Elvis was pulling on his jeans, unsure if he had said that out loud or just in his head. He didnt want to be nosy, no one liked that.

Izzy looked up at the other boy as he pulled several pieces of paper out of his bag.
"Do I have a list? Yes. Do I make anyone sign it? No." He spoke simply as he hung the papers on the wall beside his mirror. "I've slept with many of the actresses here and once we've both been satisfied I ask if they'd like to sign it. I haven't been declined yet, but I've forced no one." He shook his head. "I'm not the scumbag people take me for."

"No one said you were a scumbag. I mean, they agreed you slept around but that was all. Prentiss even said you were a good kisser,yeah." Elvis tried not to look at the papers, instead he focused on Izzy.

"People tend to think that because I sleep with many people, I must be a disgusting person. They think I just use people for my own personal pleasure. But I want you to know, I'm not like that." He informed Elvis.

"Then what are you like ?" Elvis sat down to pull on his shoes, still listening intently even though his eyes were on his laces.

"I think sex is a precious thing. I have my list to make sure I never forget anyone I've had the fortune of being with. It's not some disgusting trophy like most think. I like to think I'm a decent man." Izzy sighed.

Elvis looked up, fully taking Azazel in for the first time since getting back to the dressing room. "Izzy, I don't think any less of you because of your sex life, yeah." The boy smiled, his nose crinkling slightly. "Besides, whos knows what you hear about me. Im not in any position to judge."

"I haven't heard anything, actually." He smiled softly. However he had gathered that the boy was a drug addict just from the bruises on his arms. "I am glad you don't think any less of me." He nodded. "So... you said Prentiss said I was a good kisser?" He wiggled his brows, chuckling softly.

"Yeah, said you were a good kisser and I think pissed Xavier off." He smiled, his voice gentle as he said Xavier's name. "He isnt usually jealous, yeah, but after Prentiss said you were his first kiss Xavier didn't seem too thrilled."