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Post by dean vegas on Aug 22, 2016 17:53:41 GMT
▲ there came a loud tummy growled as dean yanked off a bite from the jerkies in his hand. he chewed then swallowed loudly, but groaned when, instead of comforting his hunger, the meat kind of just got lost within the black hole that was his stomach. "i'mma die before he even shows uuup!" he shouted at the sky, the back of his head leaned against the dorm building. the brick wall only managed to cause him slight pain, however. quickly, the seventeen-year-old crouched down into a squatting position. he stuffed the rest of the two jerky slices into his mouth and carelessly wiped his fingers on the ground. he patted his dirt-covered hand on his jeans before pulling out his phone again. with a huff, he dialed the blacknette's number. it rang a few times before it slipped into voicemail. "noooo," the ginger wailed, letting his weight pull him sideways; he fell on his right into a near fetal position, "aspey you fuckin' asswipe. i know i called it a date but why the hell would'ja even need t'shower?"truth was, dean really couldn't care less about other people's hygiene habits. maybe because he didn't entirely mind even if his friends smelled like leftover lasagna. tears were threatening to leave his eyes when he felt a nudge on his back. "oh my god, why would you do that? my tum is already stuck to my spine! isn't that enough? y'fuckin' murderer!" almost instantly the redhead cranked his neck to glance over his shoulder. but, he was too low on energy to actually push himself off the ground. "dean, what the bloody hell are y'even doing?""shut up! you're not jamaican! don't use 'bloody hell' so freely!" the senior growled at another boy who was staring down at him with half-lidded eyes. the other guy sighed, "you meant 'british,' right?" he questioned, looking almost as though he wanted to rub his forehead. "that's what i fuckin' said!" dean continued to whine, but quickly flopped himself over with his back against the ground. his dirty left hand shot into the air, "help me up! otherwise someone'll try t'jump me or hump me. y'don't get that shit for free, yanno!""i'm not touching that hand.""okay, okay! 'no homo,' a'ight?""more like it's dirty as fuck. what did you touch? 'cause i ain't getting any of your germs."there was another wail as dean rolled over, returning to his fetal position, "GOODBYE, CRUEL WORLD."Asper Easton ● 440 ● dean wtf r u even on i figured they'd be going to the caf even tho they're meeting before the dorm building bahaha MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Asper Easton on Aug 26, 2016 21:19:27 GMT
[attr="class","sinmain2"]  [attr="class","sinlyrics"]i'm fucked up [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]i'm black and blue [attr="class","sinbody2"]Asper closed his eyes, rubbing his hands over his face as the hot water pelted down on him. It was an odd time of day for a shower, which meant that the water pressure was good and the water wasn’t cold yet. Images of the pictures that Dean had sent kept flickering stubbornly behind his eyes. They were of him. He could deny it to Dean, and the rest of the world, but he was having some difficulty denying it to himself. He groaned softly. What the hell had he been thinking? It wasn’t as if it had been a first time thing, but what if his father found out? He didn’t think there was anyone on campus who mattered enough to know someone who would tell… but… still. Asper wanted to know who had taken the pictures. He wanted to know so he could beat the ever loving fuck out them. Who did that, anyway? It was just weird. The junior continued to grumble as he got ready. He didn’t dress up much for the meeting. He didn’t even fix his hair. He’d simply been hungover and greasy, which warranted a shower for him. Probably not for Dean, though. That kid was a fuckin’ mess. No one could deny it. Why were they friends, again? He supposed it was because Dean was fun. ‘And a good kisser.’ He frowned as the thought danced across his mind. It was almost as if it had taunted him in his sister’s voice. Even separated, his twin wouldn’t leave him alone. Finally, Asper arrived at the cafeteria to find Dean rolling around on the ground dramatically. His wet hair was still sticking to his face as he pressed his foot into the redhead’s back. The exchange that followed thereafter simply left Asper in a worse mood. To him, this was serious. To Dean, it was joke – like everything else. “Get the fuck off the ground.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re making a scene.” He frowned, looking around. He wondered if anyone else had seen the pictures. “What kind of pizza do you want?” He went on, hoping to distract the redhead with food. Not to mention he was fucking starving too. His stomach growled loudly, and he pressed one of his hands into it to quiet it. [attr="class","sintag2"] dean vegas x 387 words x better late than never? [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:25px;color:#721f1e;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:10px;word-spacing:5px;margin-left:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 10px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 15px;width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 27, 2016 20:42:12 GMT
▲ he felt a nudge of sorts on his back and, almost instantly he rolled over again. but only to find himself staring at a foot; it wasn't the same shoe that his other friend was wearing. rather, it was one that dean'd seen quite often, "heh! y'stepped into dog shit yesterday, didn't ya?" said dean as he pretended to take a whiff at asper's shoe. at the blacknette's words however, the ginger laughed and pushed himself back up to sit in an indian-style, "i know! isn't it great? i mean, not that there's that many other people 'round so the only person that's really got their eyes on me is you, huh?" snickering, he bounced up on his feet and proceeded to pat the dust off of himself; most of his energy had returned at the mention of 'pizza.' "like every kind that they have in the caf? duhhh," crimson eyes rolled quickly and mockingly, the seventeen-year-old casually stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he trotted, "you have enough on you though, right? 'cause yer like, rich as fuck and stuff?"there was always something 'beneficial' to being friends with the kids of upper-class families. not only did they usually have no qualms about any type of purchase, it was also a lot easier to lure them in with illegal substances. many were prissy and most were prudes, sure, but it's not like dean ever minded exercising a bit of persuasion here and there, as long as money was on the table. he allowed himself to fall a step or two short before pulling his hands back out. fingers shot forward and aimed for asper's shoulders; just so he could use them to boost himself up and fling the rest of his body into a piggyback position upon the blacknette's back, "attennntion! i know they say that 'rome wasn't built in one day,' but those pizzas aren't gonna fall into our tums if we don't hurry up and get a move on! now march!" at this, he pointed an index finger up at the sky as if he was a commander giving orders on a battlefield. but more likely than not, he was just too hungry to actually move any faster than his mind would've preferred. plus there was always this tickling need to touch asper every time the junior was near. could you really blame the ginger though? he was practically wired in such a way that he would worsen his behaviour as soon as he realized there was a reaction. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Asper Easton on Aug 28, 2016 20:49:01 GMT
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]i'm fucked up [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]i'm black and blue [attr="class","sinbody2"]Half the time, when he was sober, Asper didn’t know what to do with Dean. He liked the redhead, because he was fun, but sometimes he was a lot to handle. Not to mention… well… apparently it wasn’t a good idea for him to be around him drunk anymore. Not that it was going to stop Asper. He could stand around and lie to himself all he wanted, but the second that Dean mentioned a party or any type of illegal substance, Asper wouldn’t hesitate. Well, what could he say? He liked having a good time. And forgetting, forgetting was nice too. Forgetting that he had to be perfect. Or, rather, that he wanted to be. It didn’t really matter, did it? Grim would always get chosen over him. He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably as Dean rolled into a sitting position and started rambling. “No, I’m pretty sure anyone who comes within earshot is gonna have their eyes on you too.” He grumbled, frowning. However, as the topic shifted back to pizza, the blackette seemed to relax quite a bit. “I don’t keep cash on me.” He stated with a smirk. It was true. One look in his wallet would reveal no cash, but eight credit cards and debit card. He could get basically anything he wanted with any of them, but depending on how expensive the purchase was, he was supposed to use one or the other. For this purchase, he’d likely use his debit card. No way it could be over 200 dollars, after all. “Are you not hungover at all?” The junior almost whined as he watched the senior trot around. Where did Dean get all of his energy? It had taken the pure terror of seeing the pictures to get him to even consider leaving bed. Asper paused a bit as Dean fell behind him, grunting as the senior’s weight was suddenly thrown against his back. A soft blush creeped up his cheeks as he stumbled forward a few steps. “What the fuck, Dean?” How many times was he going to utter those words today? Several more, if he knew Dean at all. Either way, his arms locked around the senior’s thighs to hold him in place as he started taking steps forward. “I’m going to kill you one of these days.” He grumbled, bouncing a bit in an attempt to make Dean uncomfortable. [attr="class","sintag2"] dean vegas x 401 words x apser is such a whiny bitch woww [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:25px;color:#721f1e;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:10px;word-spacing:5px;margin-left:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 10px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 15px;width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 29, 2016 18:07:56 GMT
▲ the redhead peered almost dumbfoundedly at asper, "i'unno! was i supposed to be hungover?" he laughed, legs swinging as if he hadn't grown out of the toddler stage, "shoulda downed some ginger tea b'fore ya came out, stuuupid!" not that he actually had to take any. fact was, dean rarely got hangovers. not because he was built differently or anything, but because he would stop touching alcohol altogether once he was tipsy. it was all about self-control, even if it probably sounded odd coming from someone like him.of course, dean was by no means a 'responsible teen.' far from it in fact. what he did have, however, were things that motivated him beyond the regular booze and weed. sneaking away wallets and expensive watches was certainly easier when the 'targets' were drunk, and even easier when the thief himself had a clear head. besides, more food for him since everyone else was busy getting wasted. as he was being carried like a knight riding a horse (?), the seventeen-year-old gave his friend a few pats on the head in response to the outburst, "it's a'ight dude, we'll get'cha some of that ginger tea soon enough. now c'mon, the pizzas awai-" his urging was interrupted suddenly when he felt himself being bounced against asper's back, "ow!" dean yelped despite the lack of any actual pain. nontheless he leaned forward to the right side of asper's face with a pout on his own, "ya realize that peewee is rubbing against yer spine now, yeah?" he asked, pointer finger poking at asper's left cheek, "what if i get a boner 'cause y'won't stop bouncing me 'round, huh? it'd be embarrassing as fuck, and maybe i just won't get off of you till it goes away, huh?" at this, his poking finger came to pinch at the same cheek. "what're ya gonna do then, huh?" dean further asked before he quietly blew into asper's ear. two seconds later however he yanked back quickly and suddenly, letting out a loud laugh, "got'cha!" the senior shouted. he then leaned forward again with all the joy upon his face fading away; his stomach growled with dissatisfaction, "but seriously, i'm about to die here aspey, so giddy-up! unless ya wanna carry around a corpse with a raging hard-on or somethin'. i mean, whatever yer into, okay?"MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Asper Easton on Sept 2, 2016 5:42:02 GMT
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]i'm fucked up [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]i'm black and blue [attr="class","sinbody2"]Dean was chattering nonsensically, which was nothing new, except this time it was on his back. Ginger tea, really? What was he even talking about? Apser had never heard anyone suggest ginger tea as a remedy for a hangover. Hell, the teen didn’t even really like tea all that much. It was overrated and pretentious, which was funny coming from him… since that’s essentially what everything in his life was. Oh well. He didn’t like tea, and that was the point here. He didn’t bother to argue with Dean about it, though. No doubt the redhead would have something else crazy to retort with. There was no winning with Dean. Of course, Asper was being overly salty. He was hungover and pissed off about the pictures. And Dean was, well, just being Dean. The yelp that Dean gave when he bounced him had a slightly smug smirk spreading over Asper’s features, though the smirk faded quickly when the redhead started speaking. At the mere mention of ‘peewee’, Asper stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened, and his cheeks reddened instantly. His breath hitched, and he bit down on his lip. He couldn’t even think of anything to begin to say in response to that. Was Dean being serious? Asper was on the verge of hyperventilating when the senior leaned forward to blow in his ear. His grip around Dean’s thighs tightened. What was he going to do? Like, at all? In general? What was even going on? His mind was whirling as Dean jerked back suddenly with a laugh, relieving him of the responsibility to come up with much of a reply. “You’re so fucking weird.” The junior whispered, shifting the redhead on his back almost self-consciously. Had he been serious, though? Well, Asper figured he would know soon enough. What would he do with that information though? He sighed loudly before starting to take steps in the direction of the cafeteria. “Seriously, why do you say shit like that?” He went on, unable to allow the subject to drop. The fact that Dean could just be so open with those things was somewhat mind-blowing to Asper. The blush was still persisting on his cheeks as he continued to walk. He sincerely hoped that it had faded by the time they reached the cafeteria. [attr="class","sintag2"] dean vegas x 384 words x he's broken [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:25px;color:#721f1e;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:10px;word-spacing:5px;margin-left:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 10px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 15px;width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by dean vegas on Sept 5, 2016 0:50:33 GMT
▲ at asper's comment, the ginger laughed again, "not just 'weird.' queer too. but only for you and nooobody else," except for the fact that they both knew how big of a lie that was. then again, dean didn't exactly have a preference when it came to the gender or sex of a partner. all that mattered was his interest in them. nonetheless, his arms straightened as he laid his flat elbows against asper's shoulders; like he was trying to reach for something invisible up ahead. he sighed, though it almost sounded like a yawn. the fact that he was hungry combined with their slow progression toward the cafeteria was making him rather lethargic, "say shit like what?" he questioned, gently but repeatedly knocking his forehead against the back of asper's skull, "that i've gotta 'raging hard-on' or that i could die of hunger? or, since i haven't said shit about it: that it's a fuckin' turn-on when y'squeeze my thighs?" dean laughed, dropping his arms finally so he could let his palms roam against asper's chest, "well, let's sum it up and say that it's all in an effort to see that cute blush of yers, shall we?"leaning forward again, the ginger gave his friend a small lick along the back of his other ear this time, "i dunno. what do y'hate 'bout it, anyway? not proper courtship or somethin'? or whatever the hell y'all rich bastards are into. we're goin' on a date now though, aren't we?" he blinked a few times as he pondered over the suggestion, "y'don't actually hate it that much, do ya? or y'woulda dropped me on my ass already," with a blink, he then added: "ah, don't do that now or i'll pull yer pants down as i fall."snickering through his teeth, dean whipped his gaze up to the cloudless sky. with a sharp inhale, he then let out a loud yell of a single word, "gayyyyy," gaze returned to the back of asper's head, "but seriously, i won't do it anymore if y'hate it or whatever," as if. "just don't cry or fap yerself to sleep once i stop, or i'mma have to sneak into yer room in the dead of night and kiss away yer tears. heh! fuckin' sap."well, thinking about it: it's not as if asper didn't do the same thing as him. like dean, he too had multiple partners so he wouldn't really miss anything, right? they were friends to begin with, so they'd still hangout. but without dean constantly hitting on him, and without dean making a move on him... or vice versa every time asper was drunk. giving the scenarios a quick think through, dean was quick to come to his conclusion, "man, that'd actually be so boring. how do people do that whole 'self-control' shit around people they wanna bang, anyway?" he arched a brow to himself. maybe it was something like 'honour' for the majority of them, but the ginger didn't quite possess such a trait. not when he was the type to use any method to achieve whatever he was after. swinging his legs, he gave the surrounding students a quick wave as the two of them came upon and entered the cafeteria, "hey gang! i'd hang with you guys but me and asper are on a date right now so, go do yer own stuff and let us lovebirds be, m'kay?" like people would automatically flock to them. but still, dean did prefer to consider himself 'popular' within the school. wriggling himself so he could stand on his own two feet again, the ginger stuck his hands into his pants pockets and peered at asper, "if we get at least four large pizzas i can consider sharing with ya or even feedin' you."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Asper Easton on Sept 11, 2016 4:44:10 GMT
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]i'm fucked up [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]i'm black and blue [attr="class","sinbody2"]It seemed as though Dean was on a mission to kill him. Was it because he’d denied being in the pictures? Was this Dean’s own personal form of revenge? Well, if it was, he was doing a damn good job. The blush that had lit up Apser’s features moments before only persisted with everything that Dean had to say. He parted his lips, breathing through his mouth, as his heartrate seemed to quicken. His blood was rushing everywhere except where he needed it to, and Asper hated it. Or did he? In a way, he did. In the same way, he liked it. It was weird and confusing. Maybe it was the confusing part he hated. Asper gritted his teeth as the ginger continued to tease him, jerking his head to the side at the lick. Disgusting. Or was it? He frowned, thinking carefully about Dean’s question. He could tell the senior the truth. That, if his father found out, he’d lose his inheritance, he’d be disowned. That his dad would beat him within an inch of his life, probably. Maybe he’d just beat him, force him to go ahead and get married, and not take the money. Apser wasn’t sure which fate was worse, but he was sure that he didn’t want either of them. He did want Dean though. That was the fucked up part. Instead of voicing any of this, Asper attempted to let the grimace melt off of his face. He grinned instead, bouncing the senior on his back like he had previously – and then squeezing his thighs for good measure. He shook his head, trying to reassure himself that no one here would be in contact with his father anyway. “Who the fuck knows what I want, man.” He stated vaguely, stopping for a moment to twirl on one of his heels before continuing in the direction of the cafeteria. “Honestly, I think droppin’ ya on yer ass seems like the best idea you’ve had all day.” He smirked to himself, ignoring the sick feeling in his stomach. “Yer obviously askin’ the wrong person.” He stated in response to Dean’s question. Of course, the walk wouldn’t continue peacefully. Not with Dean around. Asper’s gaze traveled to the people watching them, and he bit back a protest at what Dean said to them. On a date. The ginger was clearly delusional. Either that, or he’d never been on a real date. Well. Asper was almost willing to say that both of those things were true. As they finally reached their destination and Dean wriggled off of his back, Asper stretched. He smirked down at the senior, reaching to ruffle his hair. “I’ll get you as many pizzas as you want, baaaabe.” He drawled the last word out. They were on a date, weren’t they? It was laughable. [attr="class","sintag2"] dean vegas x 471 words x he's broken [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:25px;color:#721f1e;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:10px;word-spacing:5px;margin-left:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 10px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 15px;width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by dean vegas on Sept 16, 2016 3:44:34 GMT
▲ feeling the junior bouncing him against his back for the second time, it wasn't entirely difficult to figure out that he was likely doing it on purpose; why else would he, right? when dean wasn't even slipping off? nonetheless, the ginger was quick to play along; he leaned forward to place his mouth next to asper's ear once more, "n-nng... asper, more-" he groaned, breathing almost haphazard. hand reached up to grab a fistful of black hair, intertwining locks around his fingers and yanking quickly but shakily, "faster. please. i'll let you drop me then. or, y-yanno," there was a brief pause as he kissed the side of asper's neck, "spank me, 'cause that's prolly what turns ya on, huh, y'sick fuck?" at this, dean snickered against the skin he'd just kissed. as if nothing he said was, in some way, 'worsening' the situation. as if he was completely detached from the situation at hand. but that wasn't the case. not at all. because unlike asper, who could somehow keep calm despite the relentless flirting, dean was a hormonal seventeen-year-old that didn't know how to keep his act in check. the exchanges were making him excited and, hearing the sarcastic affections and feeling the ruffling of his hair, the pizza suddenly didn't seem all that important anymore. nevermind that he could still hear the echoes of his stomach growling inside the stomach itself. nonetheless, dean was quick to grab at asper's hand that was atop his head. sliding his fingers comfortably between asper's, he grinned, "y'got it, hot stuff," he said, bringing asper's hand closer to himself and kissing its back. gaze flicked up to gauge some sort of reaction before he finally pulled away. though he didn't know what asper was playing at, dean was ready to take it as a dare and, frankly, he wasn't the type to back down from such things. dares, bets, and anything that required him to take a 'risk,' he was determined to dip a foot in and more. one leg kicked up slightly so he could give himself a small bounce, almost as if to show some form of mock-giddiness, "well then! let's go show the cafeteria ladies how in love we are," said dean, fingers still intertwined with asper's and refusing to let go, "'cause we are, right? otherwise y'wouldn't be wantin' to go on a date?" he arched a brow up at his friendly expectantly. "or are y'just playin' me? huh, aspey?" he added sarcastically before proceeding straight to the cashier, "well, at least i'm gettin' fed first before we whip out our swords." as if they would do anything beyond that. not when asper was sober, and dean knew this for a fact. he had had firsthand experience, after all, and knew quite well that the junior was one of those guys. but, he just needed a little help. a small push, so to speak. then, as if he hadn't just said anything out of the ordinary, the ginger turned to the cafeteria lady with a bright, toothy grin, "five large pizzas please! actually, as big as possible so we can make a suit out of it for asper to wear. then i can eat it off of him while y'guys watch 'cause, let's be real, y'all wanna, right? two hot guys gettin' it on in the school cafeteria?" at this, he sent a playful wink though never forgot to squeeze asper's hand, "some free, live porno at the end of the day?"MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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