But it's better if you do., for: caleb

[James Profeta]

Leaning his head against the tree, James closed his eyes. As the wind blew softly through his chestnut brown hair, he could almost feel his eyeshadow blowing off his face. With a silent flick of his wand he cast a protective shield over his eyes so the color would stay bright and vibrant and would not smudge. Today it wasn't too daring. Just a simple line of blue going from the left eye to the right, just going over the bridge of his nose. It was usually his favorite type to do, and since it was a late Saturday night he had nothing better to do with his time.

James stared up at the stars, loving the twinkle that they possessed tonight. He hoped that he would not be caught for having snuck out at night, but he doubted anyone would come out on a night like this. It was slightly chilly, but he wasn't bothered. There was a slight ripple in the water every now and then, and James wondered whether or not it was the mystical giant squid he had heard so much about.

He looked down at the acoustic guitar that sat across his chest, and began to play a couple of random notes slowly. Acoustic guitars, no matter what being played, always sounded so soothing in his opinion. Now that he was in a band with his dorm mate Victor and friend Rickie, he began to write more lyrics. James had written a rather upbeat song that he felt like singing, but thought he'd play it on a slower pace as it fit the mood better.

"It's not so pleasant, and it's not so conventional. It sure as hell ain't normal, but we deal, we deal. Just sit back, just sit back. Just sit back and relax. Just sit back, just sit back. Just sit back and relapse again." James sang quietly.

[Caleb Betts]

Caleb was getting bored of the Ravanclaw common room. With the first years cramming inside the small space (which wasn't really that small -- tells you how packed it is) and yelling at the top of their lungs due to their newly found freedom. Caleb was way passed that, being a fifth year, so he found pleasure in leaving the common room and walking around the grounds instead. Afterall, why would he want to hang out with annoying first years?

Soft squishing sounds came from his shoes as he walked across the grass. It wasn't that the grass was wet, it was just that it was rather soft sounding. With his hands in his small back pockets, soft wind danced across his face as little hairs brushed past his nose. He hated that feeling, the ticklish attack of hairs that made your nose itch. He removed one of his hands from his pocket, brushing the back of his hand across his face to remove the hair as his eyes fell upon a familiar face just feet away from where he now stood. Under the trees, his eyes fell upon his sweet figure. The sides of his lips curled into a gentle smile as he placed his hand back in his back pocket and began to walk over.

"Sounded lovely" he said in his thick british accent, his body slowly leaning against the tree, his eyes upon James' delicate frame.

[James Profeta]

"Sounded lovely."

James jumped slightly, and immediately stopped playing his guitar as he looked up. He knew that the voice was a sweetly familiar one that had been ringing through his head like a soft melody of song. The boy that he had the biggest humanly possible crush on. Caleb Betts, slowly leaning against the tree in all of his beautiful glory. A smile crept across James face as he looked up at his beloved.

"Hey you," he said with a smile.

He put his guitar aside, leaning it against the tree. Of course doing it with delicacy, so it would not fall over. Naturally his eyes could not be torn for very long, he had to have another glance at the gorgeous Ravenclaw boy. James's lips curved into another smile, as he grabbed Calebs hand lightly.

"Well don't just stand there! Sit with me!" he laughed slightly, over his American accent as he spoke. His playful eyes stared into Calebs, tugging slightly on the boys hand.

[Caleb Betts]

Another smile crept across Caleb's lips as his blue eyes continued to watch James'. His hand was warm, and with the tug, Caleb took a very close sit next to him, their arms touching. "Missed you" he said as he nudged the Gryffindor, his lips seperating into a full grin, pearly whites and all. He saved those kind of smiles for special people, and James just happened to be someone special.

"So what where you playing?" he questioned, his eyes darting from the guitar back to James, not being able to part his eyes for more than a second. It was strange. They had only really hung out once, and already Caleb felt a strong connection with the other boy. It was strange, but he rather liked it.

[James Profeta]

James smiled still, every time he was near Caleb it was all he could do. "I missed you too," he responded, nudging him back lightly. He watched Calebs eyes dart to the guitar, and instinctively looked back at it too before glancing back at the other boy.

"Oh nothing," he said simply. "Just something I wrote.."

He went slightly quiet and embarrassed, no one had ever heard his lyrics before. Not even Victor had yet, he had only heard his bass playing and guitar playing. James went silent, and his eyes darted from Calebs gaze, but still looking at the boy. Just now he was staring down at their hands that were touching.

"It's not very good though," he said quietly.

[Caleb Betts]

"From what I heard, it sounded pretty bloody amazing" he said with a grin, watching as James' went quiet. "I mean awful, pooey, don't ever sing again" he said with a sarcastic grin. He laughed it off as he gave James' another nudge, rubbing his thumb against James' soft skin. He had completely forgotten that he had never let go, but he didn't want to either.

Nibbling on his bottom lip, the silver balls on his lips clinking against his perfect teeth, Caleb leaned his head back against the tree as he watched James' like a goddess. His eyes scanned the way his make up glissened from each angle, and how his hair fell perfectly around his face. He was like a model, and Caleb was the gifted soul that was able to sit back and watch his radience.

Softly, Caleb reached over and brushed a bit of James' hair from his face. "Much better" he said softly, releasing the hold his teeth had on his lower lip. "Couldn't see your eyes before" he said with a grin.

[James Profeta]

James laughed. "Gee, thanks," he responded sarcastically with a smile as he felt Caleb nudge him again. Then the sudden sensation of his thumb against his hand, sending small shivers up his spine. Subtly, James tangled his fingers between Calebs and squeezed his hand.

He looked shyly down at his hand, but still with a small smile placed across his round face. As his head tilted down, a piece of his bangs fell in front of his eyes, but not for long as Caleb had brushed it out. James looked back up, gazing into his eyes.

"Couldn't see your eyes before" Caleb said.

James smiled shyly, watching Calebs labrets shine against his lips. With every fiber in his being, he wanted so badly to kiss the Ravenclaw beside him. Just to taste the sweetness of Calebs beauty would make his night complete, but being the way he was, James was too nervous.

He looked back into Calebs eyes as they sparkled with happiness. Oh how wonderful they were, James was thinking. It was almost as if he could really get lost just staring into them.

The wind started to blow through James's hair again, but he didn't mind it this time. He was much to distracted at the time. He reached his free hand over and grazed Calebs jaw with his finger tips and smiled.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?"

[Caleb Betts]

It was strange how a single person could make you feel. Caleb was so use to walking around in the world wondering if he was just a spec, a robot of the world walking around without a purpose. Yet, here he was sitting under this tree with a god like creature and enjoying a peaceful day under a giant tree. It was simply romantic if you would - oh how his mother would be disgusted.

As the gentle breeze started to pick up, Caleb felt James' soft hand touch his pale cheek, his eyes closing for a second as he looked back at the others eyes. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he heard James say back. He shook his head, not wanting to fight James. Yet, it was strange how that comment made him feel. All the previous butterflies, anxieties, all of it just melted away as he leaned closer towards James and without warning, pressing his soft lips against James'. After a few seconds, he pulled his lips away from the other, opening his eyes which had closed, and looked into his eyes. "No, you're beautiful" he said rather romanticly, his lips curling into a smile as he pecked him once more.

[James Profeta]

James's face went serious as he looked at Caleb, in the glowing beauty and radiance the other boy possessed. He really felt blessed to even be near the boy, let alone be suddenly kissed softly on the lips by him. As their lips brushed together, a striking sensation shot through him, even though it wasn't deep.

"No, you're beautiful"

With that wondrous line, James's heart fluttered excitedly. He watched Caleb's lips curl into a beautiful smile as he kissed his lips again. It was so strange, you'd think the boys had known each other for so long. But truthfully, they had just met the other day. It sort of amused him to think of what his Father would say to the "despicable" acts James was committing with the Ravenclaw boy. It was almost like a bonus, on top of the unspeakably amazing scenario he was in already.

Leaning forward, James let his lips brush gently against Calebs, teasing him lovingly. He smiled slightly, his teeth showing against his own lips before he pulled back and leaned back against the tree. He watched Caleb watching himself, scanned his body and taking in every inch he could, as if it was their last moment. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing had come out. He was just utterly speechless. But he just let words come spewing out as he said softly:

"You're the most amazing boy I've ever met,"

James let his hand brush of Calebs shoulder, slowly down his arm, and then brushed his hand. As the two other hands had come in contact, he brushed his thumb against the back of Calebs hand before holding on to it.

"You -- You leave me speechless."

[Caleb Betts]

Caleb wanted to tell him he was lying. His appearence didn't compare to that of James' and put together, James surely stood out better than he did. Afterall, he was flawless in Caleb's eyes. It was amazing how two people such as themselves could meet a few days prior and already have this much chemistry with one another. In his whole fifteen years of life, Caleb had never met someone he had instantly grew an attraction to. It was both unusual and thrilling, and Caleb couldn't be more estatic. Afterall, it made living in the castle seam that much less... big.

Watching James, Caleb nearly melted into his lips as he gently brushed them against Caleb's. It was almost like a teasing torture in which Caleb just wanted to jump ontop of the boy and ravish him right then and there. But he sat there... after all, this was the first time he had ever had feelings like this. He had to slow down and draw a line somewhere... and jumping onto someone did sound a bit forward even in his eyes. But who knew how long he could sit there and pretend the feelings didn't exist.

As he sat there debating in his mind, Caleb couldn't help but notice the battle James was having. One minute it looked like he was going to speak, the next, nothing until he uttered something that made Caleb melt. "You're the most amazing boy I've ever met.....You -- You leave me speechless" It was a simple phrase like that, that made Caleb glad he had come out when he did. Girls could never express feelings like that to him, and only someone so close to his own feelings could express something like that without feeling embaressed about what they where saying.

Brushing his thumb against James', Caleb leaned forward, his lips inches away from the others as he blew a gentle breathe of air onto James' lips. It was his own way of teasing back. He almost wanted to see if James would dare to make a move on him. Afterall, he didn't want to be the only one taking the risk. "Your lips are perfect" he whispered, brushing his bottom lip against James'. "I've honestly never kissed a more perfect pair of lips" he said with another smile, his face still close to the others.

[James Profeta]

James smiled, feeling Caleb's thumb against his hand. But his smile soon faded as he felt a gentle softness of Caleb's breath against his lips, sending small shivers down his arms.

"Your lips are perfect" he whispered, brushing his bottom lip against James'. "I've honestly never kissed a more perfect pair of lips" he said with another smile, his face still close to the others.

He shuddered with sensation, the fact that they were barley touching each other gave them such a rush made him wonder what would happen if they went even further than they already had. Just one touch of Caleb's anything to James was practically magic to his senses. Soon, James had had enough of the teasing. It was all fun, sensational and amazing but he didn't dare think he could control himself much longer. And he knew that Caleb could barley either.

"Shut up and kiss me," he said suddenly and pulled Caleb into a deep kiss, placing his hands against the boys cheeks. James had even surprised himself at his words and actions, he never even was so bold with his (when he was straight) girlfriend.

As James nibbled on Caleb's top lip as he kissed him, he began to pull him back as James leaned against the tree. Slowly but surely he ran his long fingers through Caleb's soft, dark straight hair, feeling it lightly as he curled it around his index finger absentmindedly.

[Caleb Betts]

Caleb was having fun. It was one thing to think about teasing someone you just wanted to jump onto, but it was another thing for them to act on it. Caleb didn't expect it, nor was he even ready to respond. It took him a little bit, but feeling James' lips against his own was something he was waiting for James to do. It was like catching a fish on a fishing line: you wanted to catch one, but didn't know if they would bite. James happened to be that fish.

As their close kiss slowly came to an end, Caleb allowed his tongue to glide across his lips, taking in the way James' lips felt and tasted against his own. If there was one thing that Caleb liked most about being close to someone, it was having his hair played with. Caleb was also a cuddler. When he allowed his wall to come down, he could be the most trusting person in the world, and with James, his wall was completely down. He felt as though he could trust James with the world and James wouldn't let him down. It was just the bond the two of them were sharing with one another.

As James continued to play with his hair, he gently moved his position to get comfortable (and in a flirting way) moved so his head was now resting on James' lap, his eyes looking straight up at him; his knees were bent upward, and his feet placed firmly on the ground. Clearing his thought, his eyes shifted to his hand, which his fingers were still intertwined with the others. It was almost as though he wasn't willing to let his hand go, which was a cute gesture on his behalf. "So.. the next hogsmeade trip... I was wondering if you wanted to catch a butterbeer or something togther...?" His words were slow and sounded almost like he was affraid to be rejected. Sure, he had a feeling that he wouldn't, but there was always that chance and Caleb was affraid of rejection.

[James Profeta]

He continued to happily watch Caleb, as the other boy looked down at their hand holding position. Then, as it had been so comfortable he had never even noticed Caleb's head resting atop of James' lap. He looked down at him, watching his playful eyes and brushing the bangs out of the way with a soft free hand.

"So.. the next hogsmeade trip... I was wondering if you wanted to catch a butterbeer or something together...?" he asked, with almost a nervous tone. The words were slow and well thought out, yet he sounded scared. James smiled, and looked up at the sky. Then after a few seconds he looked back down at Caleb, and ran his own fingers through the boys hair. He loved to play with other peoples hair, he loved the way it looked, the way it felt against his fingers as it slid in between them, just everything. And Caleb's hair was excellent in his opinion, better than perfect, even. But of course to James, everything about Caleb was simply magnificent.

"I would love to go anywhere with you." he said kindly, with a delightful and radiant smile on his face.

Why did Caleb make James feel so comfortable and safe? It was if they had known each other all their lives, like they had been lovers for eternity. But no, it had only been a mere few days since they first even met.

"Oh, I can't wait to see you in dress robes," he said with a small smirk, thinking of the schools Opening Year Ball that was to take place the next night.