see? just as good as a burger …
fingers noisily flicked away at controller buttons as christian’s red head nonchalantly nuzzled against the other, his stare determined.
how much you wanna bet i win? i’m feeling lucky.
not all that interested in the game . . . eyes flashing between the shooting on the screen & chris’ face.
then you just wait to see my haul . . . cantina chicken burrito, crunchwrap supreme, spicy potato tacos out the whazoo, nachos fries !
@BAREHlSTEETH yeah?
a soft smile ensued, fingers running slowly along his hair. petting him just how he seemed to like it.
good. we can share—– consider yourself lucky.
greedyyyy …
keeping his eyes on the screen, even as his body slowly eased into colton’s. gently, his head rested against the taller’s shoulder. starting up a game as he did.
𝘮𝘮 . . . we’ll see. i kinda had, like— taco bell in mind.
bumping his shoulder up against him playfully . . . but staying close to him.
it’s not like i’m expecting you to take me to a steakhouse, but i’m ordering the biggest burger on that menu.
the smushed, half—ruined cupcake on the table and took a real bite. easing back into his seat.
“… good job.” he spoke through a mouth full of food. “i—i’ll be ready—– for tomorrow.”
suddenly, christian’s tepid expression softened. maybe those horrific cupcakes would be worth a good joke … maybe.
“damn, riv. you suck for that.” casually smooching them atop the hand. “i love it.”
and finally, christian reached out to +
taking a moment to gauge his expression, their lips spread in a smirk at his tepid reaction, trying to get a read on what he was thinking.
“it is long overdue,” he reasons in a calmer voice. he picks up a few napkins from the table then, gently dabbing away the …
sometimes you’re kinda insensitive, has anyone ever told you that?
still, he laughed it off. hard to stay mad at chris . . . for some reason.
you definitely owe me dinner. and i get to order whatever i want.
then, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. pensively eyeing the tray of cupcakes before his gaze fell back to river.
“. . . so, like. does 𝘴𝘩𝘦 like clowns, or–— ?”
his brows twitched at the sudden news, a soft nod soon to follow the revelation that he’d be meeting river’s 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 mother.
“… o—kay.” he simply stated, offering a thumbs up. “that’s—— that’s okay. it’ll be good to meet her.” +
“my dad was a cop. of course i know cpr.” allowing themself a moment to revel in the sweetness of christian’s nose nudging their cheek, they sigh before the mention of parents reminds them of some earlier news.
“actually, i made these cupcakes for something else.” …
christian marched right on over to the other, giving him his phone. “just, like—– make sure it’s a live photo. i’m gonna make it a gif.”
𝘯𝘰𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘥. getting into position, he quirked his head back to signify he was ready.
the batter shook his head in disagreement as his supposed ‘bear face’ was reaffirmed … then, he shrugged.
climbing out of the pool and back onto his feet—– and unsubtly picking at his damp, stuck swim shorts.
“ye—– yeah? thanks.” +
matteo opens his mouth to rebut, but he'll shrug. looking now, it's a pretty good pout.
“hey, i'm sure whoever's getting your pool day pics won't complain. pecs, arms—” quiet snicker. “bear smile. you're fine.”
then he'll scoot back
+
flinching a bit at the bite … then moving his hand in to 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙠 colton’s nose.
… 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺.
uh—– th—that’s kinda sad, though. but, like, who needs their dignity, right?
if i’m gonna keep making as much money as i do i won’t be stopping it anytime soon . . . don’t you wanna keep getting these stupid skins?
rolling his eyes, he tries to bite at the finger that just flicks his tongue.
it’s either that or dinner tonight . . .