benjamin booms out laughing the moment christian's joke slips by as casually as that. " oh my god, you're fucking hardcore, man. " his laughter continues for a moment further, doing an effective job at removing that frown from the hockey +
like this, though. sโpretty cute.โ one more pat to his thigh before christian kept hands to himself, leaning back again. โwhatโd cheer you up, hm? dinner? iโi could make it.โ
anything but wince when these idiots play. lookโโ he just did it again! " he shakes his head again, free arm extended towards the screen.
" dinner sounds cool, but i don't want you to get up. you're mine right now. " he mumbles +
" ohโโ it's the game. those guys don't know what they're doing. look, " he seizes his chance, pointing at a particular player on the screen.
" see? he's gonnaโโ yeah. missed. " he lets out a hollow laugh, crossing his arms and leaning +
shrug, then scooting in just a bit closer to him on the couch. โis it just the game, oโor are you, like โฆ aโactually upset about something? i canโt tell.โ
awkwardly chuckling, his hand still rubbing at his neck.
" i promise i'll punch people with my left hand. i don't want the bracelet to come apart. "
stretching lightly, cracking his neck. " i'm never taking it off. bracelet stays on during sex. " he jests, a light snort exhaled through his nose.
( he approaches him back, bending down and resting his chin on top of winter's shoulder. )
... i also kinda wanted to show you off. nothing wrong with that, right?
( he winks, clicking his tongue. )
โ
( his cheeks redden, hand tucking strands of hair behind his ear. )
i-i . . . just be a little more cautious with your actions next time, okay?
โ
" that's awesome. " his smile intensifies, wrapping one arm around the smaller one.
" i've never been given a friendship bracelet before, actually. you can bet i'm never taking it off. i'm taking it to the shower, even. i swear on it. "
โ
( hands rubbing at his lips while glaring at the back of benโs head, still wearing his glare. )
you didnโt have to be so aggressive about it. a simple โkiss me, win.โ wouldโve worked perfectly fine.
โ
heyโโ he's actually smiling. blue is his favorite color.
picking it up with his hand, then wearing it on his right wrist.
" i love it, man. " he chuckles, pulling drew's face closer to kiss him on the forehead.
" thanks. "
โ
( audible groans pour out of his mouth, echoing inside of the surface of benโs mouth as they locked lips. he reaches out and shoves the hockey player back with a huff, orbs glaring at him. )
w-what the fuck was that, ben?
โ
he feels... stared at. eventually, he notices the other's unflinching gaze, slowly turning his eyes towards him, blinking.
" ... " he stares back, unable to keep a straight face.
" is there something on my face, or...? "
oh, basketball. how fun โฆ :/
sinking down into the seat beside him, then offering a curious glance. head tilting in benโs direction, as if to wordlessly probe him for that look on his face.
โฆ ๏น ๐คจ ๏น
huh. a shoe box, hm?
he's taking it into his hands, a faint smile forming on his faceโโ he was thinking about buying a new pair, to be frank...
slowly opening the box.
cocking a brow, benjamin crosses his arms.
" where the hell are you going? " he scoffs out. " all i'm saying is... you should butter me up a little before trying to get in my pants. "