Smart boys don't mess around

[preanimator]

WHO: Herbert West, Sherlock Holmes, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner
TONE: Playful, goofy
RATING: PG-13ish, for possible language
WHEN: The evening of November 27
WHERE: Ravenclaw 6th year boy's dorm
WHAT: Shenanigans!

Herbert really had a love-hate relationship with his roommates - he loved some of them and hated some others. Well, really he quite liked Bruce, thought Sherlock was interesting but occasionally insufferable, and hated Tony. It meant he preferred it when they weren't all together in the same room, because Bruce was always mooning after Tony, and Sherlock liked to show off, the more people there were around, and he just wanted to get some bloody homework done!

"I don't suppose anyone would like to possibly shut up," he asked the room at large disparagingly, "Since it's a bit late for me to go to the library and escape all your rubbish?"

Comments

[arrogantalloy]

"I told you I'm a snuggler. Besides, I'm keeping you safe from... Cumquats."

He smirks as he doesn't move from being on top of Sherlock.

[3potionproblem]

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly because good lord.

"As a human blanket you're considerably smaller than I would expect to use as any sort of shield. Warm though."

[preanimator]

Herbert bit his lip as Bruce whuffled into his neck, then very, very hesitantly and carefully raised one hand to ghost through the bigger boy's dark curls, stroking them lightly, desperate not to wake him up.

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce made a happy sighing sound at the stroking, nuzzling more into Herbert's neck. Happy puppy is very happy.

[arrogantalloy]

"Well, if you Believe Bruce, I'd be too thin to be a human shield."

Tony lays there for a moment thinking to himself, then he grins.

"Hey. Do you do being ticklish?"

He's become intent on being disruptive to all.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock drew his arms in for protection.

"If I answer that, will you refrain from testing?"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony snerks at Sherlock.

"No."

And with that he just starts to aim for ticklish spots, intent on getting a reaction.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock jolted, trying to get him to stop, rather annoyed he was on his belly as he curled up laughing.

"Tony!"

[arrogantalloy]

Making a very amused noise, Tony doesn't even pretend to stop. The younger boy just keeps going.

"Sherlock!"

[3potionproblem]

"That was an imperative!" He tries to squirm onto his side to push Tony away, kicking his legs to try and hit him while giggling.

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce shifts at the noise, wuffing quietly in his sleep and frowning before burrowing more into Herbert's shoulder. Sheesh, shut up boys, can't you see the puppy wants to sleep?

[preanimator]

Herbert blinks, then scowls furiously at his curtains, wishing there was some way he could get at his wand and silencio the pair of them, or at least throw a shoe.

Don't ruin this, don't ruin this, don't ruin this!

Gingerly, he tried stroking Bruce's hair with a little more pressure, to soothe him back to sleep, while directing violent thoughts at the other two boys in the room.

[arrogantalloy]

"And mine was mocking"

Tony shifts, putting more of his weight on Sherlock so he can't get pushed of and only tickles him more, chuckling at the other boys giggling.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock tries to buck him off, panting for breath while he giggles.

"I-AM-GOING-TO-HEX-YOU."

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce settled with the stroking, quieting and hiding his face against Herbert's shoulder with a soft sigh, though he kept twitching or making snuffling noises with each particularly loud laugh or cry from the other bed.

[preanimator]

Herbert screwed up his face in an unconscious scowl, and then very, very carefully shifted as he was stroking the other boy's hair, trailing his fingers over the side of the bed and along the floor, trying to find his - oh, there was a book, that would work. He picked it up, and then chucked it in the direction of the other boys. Of course, with his position and general lack of athleticism, it went flying past them and landed with a papery whumf on the floor.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony stops tickling Sherlock for a moment to look at the book. But keeps holding him down, then looks over his shoulder.

"Really need to work on your aim, Sherbet bomb"

Then tries to tickle Sherlock more.

[3potionproblem]

Sherlock got his breath back at least during the pause. He tries to wiggle out from under Tony without much success, finally trying to just do a pushup to get his knees under-oh, shit, the ticking is back.

Balls.

"Tony, stop!"

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce grumbled at the movement and added noise. He hid more into Herbert's shoulder and neck, breath hot against the boy's skin and arm tightening a bit around his middle possessively.

[preanimator]

"Oh!" the word was soft, breathy, startled, and Herbert blushed, even in the dark where no one could see and the only one who could really hear that was a sleeping werewolf. His breath caught in his throat as his heart lurched up to plug it, and he was utterly still for a few moments. His wand, why wasn't his wand in reach? Then he could just cast a silencing charm on the curtains, but he was stuck, without his one piece of ammunition or any real way to mute things. He wiggled in just a little closer, and closed his eyes to pray the other boys would finish their loud antics soon.

[arrogantalloy]

He pauses his hands at Sherlock's sides and grins at his back. Very much enjoying himself.

"What will you give me to stop?"

The fact Herbert hasn't replied to his taunt hasn't escaped him, it's just made him want to get even more noise out of Sherlock.

[3potionproblem]

"Respect," he manages to breathe out between slightly painful gasps for air with his heart beating fast. Being tickled was exhausting.

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce made a wuffing noise against Herbert's neck and nuzzled him more. At least for now the noise seemed to have died down a bit, fingers curling into the boy's night shirt as he twitched in his sleep.

[preanimator]

Well, it seemed Bruce wasn't going to wake up for that. It also seemed like he had decided Herbert was some kind of pillow, or possibly a chew toy he just hadn't decided to put in his mouth yet. Either way, it was all way too much temptation for a shy 16-year-old boy with a crush who would never make a move when the other Ravenclaw was awake. His skin was tingling where Bruce's nose and mouth pressed against his neck, and it was all a bit overwhelming, and pathetically exciting.

Cautiously, he tipped his head to one side and pressed his lips against the bigger boy's temple. He could always say he'd just moved in his sleep if Bruce woke up, right? Nothing suspicious about that.

[arrogantalloy]

"Respect? Please I already have that, you just hate admitting it."

He flops on top of him, bored with tickling him. But looks over his shoulder at the other bed.