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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 6:22 pm
Most days, Lovely really didn’t mind his job.
He had a nice 7 to 4, Monday through Friday schedule. He spent time alternating between unloading trucks and organizing merchandise, and putting stickers on s**t when they marked it down to clearance. Once he spent a whole day folding jeans. This should have been tedious and boring, but it wasn’t. It catered to the perfectionist in him.
That jean wall never looked so bangin’ as it did when he got his hands on it.
But he was beginning to realize that there were some serious drawbacks. Not only did they have a lazy perv who had no idea what the ******** he was doing as a team lead, but being on support and handling all the merchandising and backroom s**t meant he had to deal with inventory.
Which sucked.
Lovely stumbled into the apartment one night at around three in the morning. The stockrooms could be inventoried during store hours, but inventorying the sales floor meant waiting until the store closed and going in late at night to more or less babysit the people doing the scanning, continuously counting merchandise to make sure nothing was missed in the process.
It was brutal and awful and he never wanted to do it again. He was exhausted from working on a different schedule than usual, and his brain hurt from all the counting he’d done over the course of the night. He had a raging headache, and he didn’t want to do anything except fall into bed and go to sleep for about twelve to fourteen hours.
Maybe longer. He hadn’t decided yet.
Ilian had tried to stay up and wait for Lovely to get home, he really did. He’d pulled some blankets out to the couch with him, and curled up on the far end to try and stay awake by watching television and keeping busy until then.
He had some pages of sheet music spread out over the new, used, coffee table they’d purchased to replace the one he’d broken after being thrown on it. Some of the pages were still blank, but others had notes scribbled over the lines. His keyboard was close by, but it was obvious that at some point he’d either become too tired to continue, or was just taking a break to watch television.
The television’s volume had been turned down to almost mute, clearly just there for background noise, and was playing some infomercial on a fancy blender that Ilian would have no interest in, but had simply come on after whatever program that had been on, ended.
When the door opened, he stirred and woke, blinking as he looked around for the source of the noise. “Lovely? The ******** time is it?” he groaned, realizing he’d drifted off at an awkward position and was probably going to regret it in the morning.
Lovely didn’t notice Ilian on the couch until Ilian spoke. Then he paused and stared at Ilian oddly, before finishing his entrance into the apartment. He closed the door behind him and locked it securely.
“What the ******** are you doing?” he asked, looking from the blankets to the sheet music to the infomercial on the television.
He’d assumed Ilian would be in bed. Neither of them had a habit of staying up really late unless they didn’t have work the next day. Even then, they didn’t usually stay up until three in the morning. Lovely had a strict policy of not staying up past one, so long as he had any choice in the matter.
If he’d been in Ilian’s place, Lovely probably would have gone to bed hours ago.
Lovely bent over to pull his sneakers off, leaving them at the door so he didn’t track dirt into the apartment. Not that the carpet wasn’t in poor condition as it was, but he didn’t care to make it any worse, especially when he’d stepped in a questionable mess on the way to the ********, you didn’t have to wait up, idiot.”
He stretched and groaned a little more, untucking his legs from under him as he tried to get the blood flowing back to his feet. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go to bed. He just hadn’t expect it take so long for Lovely to get home.
“I was worried,” he admitted tiredly once he was untangled from the blanket he’d had haphazardly thrown over himself. He was wearing a typical old tee and thinned sweatpants, a pair that he’d obviously already grown out of seeing as they barely reached his ankles.
“You said you’d be back by midnight. I tried calling but I don’t think you had service,” he explained as he reached out to gather up his sheet music to try and keep it organized.
“Did inventory really take that long?” he yawned, rubbing at one of his eyes, his curls matted to the side from where he’d been sleeping on them.
Lovely looked at Ilian strangely again. It seemed odd to him that Ilian would be worried. Then again, Ilian was doing a lot of odd things these days, like kissing him and calling Lovely his boyfriend to his older brother’s face.
Lovely shook off the weird feeling. He went to the coffee table to grab the remote control and turned the TV off.
“My phone died,” he explained.
Lovely moved around the coffee table to give Ilian’s legs a light kick.
“Yeah, it took that long,” he said. “Where else do you think I would have been? Get up. I’m going to bed. You’re going to hurt like a b***h tomorrow if you keep sleeping on the couch.”
He didn’t wait for Ilian to follow, but turned for the bedroom on his own. He switched the bedside lamp on before shrugging out of his clothes. He could have gone to the bathroom to change since he should probably brush his teeth, too, but Lovely was too tired to care about decency and hygiene. He pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his pants off, replacing them with another t-shirt and a pair of Ilian’s pajama pants that Ilian probably should have been wearing instead, considering they would have fit him better.
He frowned slightly when Lovely moved around to kick at his legs, but didn’t say anything of it. Instead, he stood up to stretch and slowly shuffled his way towards the bedroom behind Lovely. Ilian realized he’d been doing weird things recently, but it wasn’t as though Lovely had any comment on what he’d been doing.
Ilian yawned again as he pulled down the covers of the bed and sat on the edge, watching as Lovely finished getting dressed. There were times in which Ilian thought Lovely needed to stay outside longer and get some color to his skin, but there were other times where he could appreciate the paleness. His faint freckles stood out, but Ilian wasn’t at all bothered by them like he knew Lovely was.
“Are you done with inventory, or do you have to go back in tomorrow?” he wondered, groaning when he caught a glimpse of the time on clock beside the bed. He pulled the sheets up and made his way underneath, hitting his pillow a few times to fluff it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 6:22 pm
Ilian shifted and turned over on his side so he could face Lovely once he’d turned the light off on the bedside table. “Not until the afternoon. I’m picking up half a shift for someone. It’ll only be for the dinner rush,” he said, shivering a little in the cold night air.
It was still a little strange to be sharing a bed with Lovely of all people, at least willingly on Lovely’s part. If it were Jericho or Sorin, Ilian would not have had any issue, except they would probably be too tall to share at this point, unlike when they were younger.
“I should be done by ten, I hope,” he added, not wanting Lovely to end up staying up late for him. Not that he expected him to, but if he felt like he needed to make it up to him for that night. Which was stupid. It was his own fault he ended up staying up late.
“You work Monday, right?” he wondered, pulling at the pillow to get more comfortable, his legs stretching out and accidentally kicking Lovely in the process. “Sorry,” he quickly mumbled.
If Ilian thought Lovely had any intention of waiting up for him, he could think again.
Of course, ten wasn’t too late. Lovely could definitely make it until ten. He’d just binge watch some Netflix and eat a lot of junk food and pretend like he was waiting up the whole time to make Ilian think he was returning the favor.
“Don’t remind me,” Lovely groaned. He was pretty sure he needed a whole week off to sleep and recuperate from tonight.
He frowned slightly when Ilian kicked him, but he didn’t mention it. He just kicked him back. But it was light again. Hardly even a kick at all. It wouldn’t hurt. It’s not like Ilian had hurt him, so Lovely didn’t feel the need to be vicious about it.
For some reason, Ilian felt really close to him. Which didn’t really make any sense because they were as far apart as they usually were, considering the bed was more than big enough to accommodate both of them. That had been the point of getting a King, after all. But it didn’t feel like there was a lot of distance between them, and Lovely had to wonder why he didn’t really mind it. He even kept his foot against Ilian’s leg after kicking him.
He should definitely mind. He should want his space.
Then he weirded himself out a little more by staring at Ilian’s mouth.
Ilian could barely see Lovely in the faint light that came through the window. The apartment was backed up against a hill, so there was a wall blocking most of the light, but some still filtered down and through the curtains.
Part of him had expected Lovely to try and kick hard enough to hurt him, so it was a little surprising when he half heartedly kicked him back. “s**t, Lovely… your foot is freezing,” he said instead, although he still didn’t pull his leg away from him. He didn’t know why.
Lovely was looking at him. He could barely see him through the faint light, but he could tell he was staring at him. Or maybe he was just imagining it. Part of him wanted to roll over and go to sleep. The other part was curious as to what Lovely was thinking.
“Have you heard from your brothers or mom at all?” he asked, hoping that Lovely’s strange mood wasn’t because of something his family had done. Maybe he was just too exhausted to really think about anything and that was why he was starting.
Lovely kept his cold, bare foot against Ilian’s warm shin. He should probably get up and put socks on or something, but he didn’t really feel like it. He was too tired to get back up again.
He groaned again when Ilian had to bring up the one topic he didn’t really want to talk about. It’d been about a week since Claude randomly dropped by, and Lovely was doing everything he could to ignore his family’s messages. His mother called him at least twice a day and left a voicemail every time. Sometimes he actually listened to them. Other times he deleted them without bothering.
Which reminded him that his dead cell phone was still in the pocket of his ********, well. He’d worry about it in the morning. Or the afternoon. Or… whenever he finally decided to get out of bed the next day.
“Shut the ******** up,” Lovely grumbled, shifting a little closer so he could press his cold feet a little more firmly against Ilian’s legs.
He spent some more time staring at Ilian’s mouth. He realized he’d been doing a lot of this lately, ever since the first time Ilian kissed him. He didn’t know why he did it, except that he was trying to figure out why being kissed by Ilian wasn’t as bad as he thought it should be. Lovely was still pretty weirded out by it. But he also thought about it a lot, and the more he thought about it, the less it bothered him.
He actually even Googled kissing during his lunch break one day. Not because he was interested or anything like that. No way. He was just trying to figure out if kissing your friend/fake boyfriend was normal or not.
Eventually, after staring a little more, Lovely shifted closer again so his and Ilian’s faces were only a couple of inches apart. He tried to give off the impression that he was doing it for warmth, but really he just wanted to see if he could get Ilian to kiss him again.
Because if Ilian did, Lovely would at least be able to figure out if Ilian liked doing it, or if he only did it to say “thank you” and “wow, it sucks that your brother is such a douche.”
Ilian whimpered when Lovely moved to put both of his legs against his shin, but didn’t do anything to push him away or shake him off. If Lovely was cold, then at least Ilian was good for something, right? He was okay with being another warm body if that meant he was useful for something.
But the way Lovely was looking at him was… not exactly strange, but he definitely wasn’t used to it. He’d started looking at him like this ever since the first time he’d kissed him after Lovely had helped him with washing his hair. He still didn’t understand why he did it, but it felt okay. And Lovely didn’t seem to have much against it.
And now that Lovely was so close to him, Ilian couldn’t help but think about how his lips felt. He’d even been putting on chapstick after finding a tube on the bedside table the morning after the first time he’d kissed Lovely, so he had that going for him.
After a few long minutes, Ilian shifted a bit closer as well, and propped himself up on his elbow just enough so he could lean over Lovely and press their lips together. He felt warm and tingly and wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but he figured at least this was innocent enough.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 6:23 pm
Success.
Lovely wondered if he should be pleased or not. He was a little bit. But not, he told himself, because he wanted to be kissed. He just wanted to figure out how Ilian felt about it, and he figured opening himself up to another kiss would be the best way to test Ilian’s intentions.
There was absolutely no reason that the kissing should be happening right now. But it was. And that had to mean Ilian was doing it because he enjoyed it.
What did that mean about Lovely?
He chose not to think about it. Thinking would just make things weird and complicated and he was too tired for that s**t right now.
He did, however, press back into the kiss. Lightly, though. He didn’t want to seem like he was enjoying it too much. Which he wasn’t. Not at all. It was just a thing that was happening. The only reason he let Ilian do it was because he was testing him. If he wasn’t curious about what Ilian was thinking, he wouldn’t have done it at all.
Except Ilian’s mouth felt kind of good. His lips weren’t as dry as they’d been the first time, so Lovely knew Ilian was using the chapstick he’d left for him. (And he had no idea why he’d done that, because it wasn’t like he’d planned on kissing Ilian again or anything.) And it was really warm. Maybe a little too warm. It made Lovely feel all hot and… bothered. Like he was overheating a bit.
But it wasn’t awful. He just had to remind himself to breathe through his nose and it was all good.
Ilian wasn’t entirely sure why he did it, either. He just knew that Lovely wasn’t pushing him away and he kind of liked how it felt, and Lovely’s lips were soft and warm and he felt like he wasn’t alone.
And that was a nice feeling. To not feel alone. He’d been on his own for too long, he thought. Even though it had only been a year and a half since his brother was killed, they had been on their own for over eight years without their parents. The foster system wasn’t the kindest to them, especially with their dark skin and Sorin’s missing fingers from the crash. He wasn’t disabled, but it definitely made things more difficult.
But now Lovely was there, and despite thinking this teenager was completely obnoxious and impossible to deal with every now and then, Lovely had been the one to run away from home and made sure to watch over him while he recovered.
Yeah, he knew Jericho had been worried about him, too, but Jericho also had his own family to deal with.
So now Ilian found himself kissing Lovely. And he had no idea how to kiss because he’d never done it before, so he was sure it was really awkward and not good at all…
Lovely didn’t really know what constituted a good or bad kiss.
He knew what people said on the internet, but because he’d never experienced it in practice he had no idea if those people were right or if they were just full of s**t. He was the type to reserve judgement until he actually did it himself. He knew what he and Ilian were doing was really tame, but he also knew that it felt kind of nice.
That was all, though. It was just nice. He was just making a casual observation. It didn’t have to mean anything other than that.
Lovely had no idea what to do with his hands while the kissing was going on. Tentatively they rose up to grab onto Ilian’s shoulders, almost like he meant to push Ilian away. Only he didn’t. His hands tightened on Ilian’s shoulders to keep him in place instead of giving him a good shove back.
For a while they just kissed the way they had before. They pressed their lips together. Then they pulled apart for a few seconds. Then they pressed their lips together again. It was an easy pattern Lovely was quick to fall into. It was all very slow and… “gentle” seemed weird to say since they weren’t often gentle with one another, but they definitely weren’t roughhousing at the moment.
Eventually, Lovely decided he wanted to try something else. Just to see what it was like, so he had the experience under his belt already and didn’t have to worry about feeling awkward about it whenever he finally landed himself a girlfriend.
Googling “how to kiss like a pro” had brought up a lot of results pertaining to French kissing. Which seemed kind of gross when he initially thought about it, but apparently people liked it and he wanted to find out why. So, when their lips pressed together again after a few seconds apart, Lovely parted his lips just enough to flick the tip of his tongue against Ilian’s upper lip.
The whole kissing thing wasn’t so bad when it was done like this. It wasn’t all that exciting but it wasn’t scary, either. Ilian never really had the chance to think about what he liked or preferred when it came to a partner. Naturally he just assumed he was supposed to like girls, like any other boy was supposed to. But he also knew that wasn’t always the case. It wasn’t that he was against anyone who was gay, of course. But he knew how society treated them.
Unfortunately for Ilian, it was starting to seem as though he was going to end up in the lower end of society no matter how hard he tried to dig himself out.
When he felt Lovely’s tongue against his lip, he almost pulled back, but Lovely’s hands were holding onto his shoulders. He hadn’t even noticed when he did that, just that they were there and while he could still pull away, it seemed like a wasted effort.
So he just went with it, and pressed their lips together again, this time parting his own mouth slightly. If Lovely had an idea of what he wanted to do, then Ilian wasn’t going to stop him.
Lovely really had no idea what he wanted. He thought he wanted one thing, but then it turned out he didn’t really mind another thing, and now he was just really confused and kind of conflicted and decided it was best not to think about it and just do something instead.
So when Ilian parted his mouth, Lovely’s tongue brushed against his lightly.
It wasn’t like there were sparks or anything. At least, he didn’t think so. He was pretty sure all of that nonsense was some seriously revolting bullshit. But there was a little bit of a tingle, and it actually felt pretty good. He wasn’t really sure why since he’d been pretty sure before that this sort of tongue stuff was disgusting.
He blamed Ilian. Everything was Ilian’s fault. It was Ilian’s fault for getting captured. It was Ilian’s fault he’d run away from home. It was Ilian’s fault for Claude being an a*****e. And it was Ilian’s fault that this kissing stuff was surprisingly okay.
“I hate you,” Lovely said when the kissing paused, just so Ilian wouldn’t get any ideas.
Then he was leaning in to make another pass with his tongue.
He made a weird sound in the back of his throat and was immediately embarrassed by it. His face flushed darkly.
But he didn’t pull away.
Ilian’s brows furrowed in concern when Lovely decided to tell him that he hated him, and he attempted to pull back to question him. “Then what are--” he started, but never got to finish the question. Instead, Lovely was kissing him again, and he simply let out a breath through his nose.
It was strange, the kissing thing. He wasn’t sure what to do, but testing things out with Lovely seemed okay enough. Even if nothing were to happen between he and Lovely, at least they were getting some experience out of it, right? This way, down the line, if they found someone else to date, and Lovely found the girlfriend he so wanted, they wouldn’t be completely new to the idea.
But was that the only reason why he was okay with this? He felt strange, and young, and inexperienced. But then he had to remind himself that Lovely was just as young and inexperienced as he was.
Curiously, as if to test just how much Lovely was willing to get into for this, Ilian took the opportunity to open his mouth wider and push his tongue inside Lovely’s mouth, kissing him in what he hoped the word “deeper” would come into play. Personally, he thought he was doing an okay job, but if Lovely was revolted by it, then he would know he obviously did something wrong.
And he happened to like the embarrassing little noise Lovely emitted from the back of his throat, and Ilian made a similar noise as well.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 6:24 pm
Lovely knew he should think it was revolting. Everything he’d ever thought about himself told him that he should be completely disgusted that Ilian was kissing him. Er… that he was kissing Ilian.
That they were kissing each other.
But another part of him didn’t really give a s**t. That part of him forgot all about the girlfriend he thought he wanted and said “******** it” to everything else. He was young and stupid and should have every opportunity to prove to the world just how young and stupid he really was. He’d gotten his start by running away. He continued by kissing Ilian and deciding he liked it.
He liked it.
He liked it.
What the ********, he liked it. Not just “tolerated.” He didn’t just find it “okay.” He honestly liked it. He felt very warm, and a weird feeling he’d never felt before curled around low in his stomach. He shivered in response because he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Was it good? Was it bad? Was something wrong with him? Was he making a huge mistake? Was this completely insane?
Lovely made another funny noise with Ilian’s tongue in his mouth. He was able to ignore it because Ilian didn’t make a point of ragging on him for it. Besides, Ilian made a funny noise too. So they were even. They were both weird.
Eventually, Lovely’s hands moved from Ilian’s shoulders, but they didn’t go very far. One slipped around to the back of Ilian’s head to better keep him in place. The other rose to sink his fingers into Ilian’s thick hair.
He moaned. ********, he moaned. This was going way too far, way too fast.
Reminding himself to breathe was important, Ilian decided when he realized how long he’d gone without doing so. He drew in a breath through his nose and let it out in response to the soft moan from Lovely. Ilian wasn’t too surprised with himself, but everything Lovely was doing in response was, well… he hadn’t been expecting it.
It wasn’t bad, of course. He found that he liked his company and liked being close to him. He liked being close to a lot of people. Whoever would let him be close, he was happy with. Jericho tended to laugh at him when he did things like sob on his shoulder when things got rough, but this was completely different. He wouldn’t ever think about kissing Jericho, at least.
But Lovely was fine. He felt warm and tingly and comfortable, even though he had no idea what he was doing. Eventually he pressed down harder, his tongue farther into Lovely’s mouth, and his free hand reaching up to sink into Lovely’s hair as well, holding tightly to the wavy strands.
They were both young and inexperienced, but there wasn’t too much that Ilian didn’t enjoy as of yet.
Everything Lovely read through Google about French kissing said to take it easy and not overdo it. Apparently, no one liked a sloppy French kiss.
Except he did. He opened his mouth to Ilian’s tongue and didn’t care that it was messy and unskilled. There was a lot of saliva being passed around, but it didn’t bother him at all because it was kind of… hot. It was so hot. He’d never had such an erotic experience in his entire life, and he knew kissing wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg.
Suddenly, his mind was overcome by thoughts of the rest of that iceberg and Lovely became very concerned about his sanity, because this was Ilian and they annoyed the s**t out of each other and cussed at each other all the time, and he claimed he hated Ilian because of all the awful s**t Ilian put him through, except right now he didn’t care about any of that because Ilian’s tongue was in his mouth and it felt so damned ********, what the hell was he doing? What the hell was he getting himself into? This wasn’t supposed to happen. Their whole relationship was fake. They were just really awkward friends who liked to be snarky and petty and occasionally help one another out.
But Lovely moaned again and didn’t stop kissing. He rolled all the way onto his back because it was more comfortable like that, and he pulled Ilian with him because it seemed like a shame not ********,” he said against Ilian’s mouth during a short break. “What the ******** should hate this. Why didn’t he hate this?
Ilian didn’t fight when Lovely rolled over onto his back and pulled him with him. He knew he should be concerned about what they were doing (were they going too fast?) but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Right now he was too focused on how warm the inside of Lovely’s mouth was, how his tongue felt brushed against his own.
There were plenty of things he wasn’t very experienced with, and this was one of those things. Fake relationship be damned.
“What the ********, yourself,” he asked, breathing heavily as he pulled back for a few moments when Lovely took a small break, but instead of leaning back down to press his lips against Lovely’s, he purposefully missed and kissed his cheek instead. And then his jaw, and moved down to his neck. He could feel his pulse through his skin, and it was easy to tell that Lovely’s heart was pounding like his was.
His hand in Lovely’s hair pulled his head to the side, fingers digging in a bit tighter than necessary with inexperience, trying to give himself more room to gently bite at the soft skin of Lovely’s neck and chin and shoulder.
Lovely glared at Ilian when Ilian spoke. Yeah, sure, he’d said something first, but that didn’t mean he wanted Ilian to answer him. Lovely didn’t want to talk about it. Ever. He could acknowledge that he liked it, that he was surprisingly okay with this, but he didn’t plan on letting Ilian know that.
Of course, Ilian could probably tell fairly easily, he realized. Unless Ilian was stupid. Which Lovely thought was entirely possible. He preferred it that way, actually. Better for Ilian to be stupid than to know exactly what was going on in Lovely’s head.
Which wasn’t much. Just a lot of internal cursing and moaning and a bunch of erotic images he did his best to squash down because he was not ready for any of that to be a thing. He was barely ready for this to be a thing. Sure, he’d sort of intended for the kissing to start when he’d rolled closer to Ilian, but he hadn’t thought it would turn into a heavy make out session.
Oh, ********, they were making out.
“What the ********?” Lovely said again.
It was just supposed to be a kiss! Now Ilian was kissing and biting at his neck and Lovely was tilting his head to give him more room, and he felt completely overwhelmed by everything and had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to handle it. How did people deal with this sort of stuff? How was he supposed to come to grips with the fact that he was making out with his friend/fake boyfriend?
“Stop!” Lovely said when Ilian bit at him again, and he finally pushed Ilian away from him. He pulled his hand out of Ilian’s hair and shoved at his ********, stop, this is too ******** weird.”
Ilian pulled back in surprise when Lovely shoved at him, not expecting him to be upset about him kissing his neck, although he supposed it was a different sensation than just making out was.
“Okay! Okay,” he quickly said, pulling back enough to sit on his knees. “You were the one who pulled me on top,” he pointed out with a scowl now that Lovely was making it seem as though it was Ilian who ended up taking it way too far when it was Lovely who’d lead in that direction in the first place.
“What the ********,” he frowned, lifting the back of his hand to wipe at the saliva that had gotten all over his mouth. It was nice at the time, but now that it was over and Lovely was ruining the mood…
Was there a mood? When had it gotten that far?
“Sorry, okay?” he sighed, shifting to pull further away. “Do you want me to sleep on the couch or something? Are you too weirded out again?” Even though he was convinced it was Lovely who’d initiated it.
Lovely scowled right back. He didn’t appreciate Ilian pointing out his mixed signals. He would rather pretend that this stuff wasn’t happening. Just do it, stop, and ignore it all. It was easier than thinking about it. Thinking about it just made his head hurt.
And he already had a headache.
“Shut the ******** up,” he gasped out, horrified that Ilian made mention of how willing he was to pull Ilian on top of him. Lovely blushed profusely. He hadn’t meant to do that. It just happened. He hadn’t even thought about it. He just did it because it felt like the natural thing to do in the situation.
Now it just felt stupid and ridiculous. And really embarrassing. He’d been making out and moaning and enjoying it the whole time, and now that it was over he just wanted to curl into a ball and rot away somewhere because it would be better than facing Ilian and trying to explain himself.
“Do whatever the ******** you want!” he said.
If he were honest, he didn’t really want Ilian to go anywhere. He might not want to talk about it, and he might not want it to continue (at least for now), but Lovely enjoyed having another warm body next to him. The bed would feel really cold and empty without Ilian ********, I don’t want to talk about it.”
Lovely turned onto his side with his back toward Ilian, pulling the covers over his shoulders and up under his chin.
He would just go to sleep, and in the morning everything would be back to the way it was before. They never had to do this ********, but he wanted to.
Ilian sputtered and blushed as well when he could see how deeply Lovely was blushing, even in the dark.
“Fine! I’ll stay here!” he insisted, scooting farther away from Lovely and turning over on his side to bury himself under the blankets and hide. There would be no point to having a huge bed like this if one of them had to sleep on the couch. That was just stupid.
In the morning everything would go back to as it was before. They just wouldn’t talk about it. They would pretend it never happened.
Until Lovely got too close and this whole thing happened again.
But for now, Ilian tried not to think about it, because that was weird and they’d already done something weird by making out, and he’d been the one to ruin it by going a little too far. Ilian buried his face into the pillow and pretended as though he didn’t just make out with his friend.
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