forum Not a friendly Start that Becomes a Little too Friendly (Abandoned) (X/1) (MxM)

Started March 02, 2023 by @Rhys group

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Tristan chuckles lightly.

"I'm right." he says, continuing to walk.

"You are not." Lucas mutters.

"I'm right until you prove otherwise." he amends jokingly.

Lucas looks at him, blinking, "How. . . What-" He seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment before he huffs, "What the hell do you mean by that, Tris?!!"

Tristan laughs.

"Figure it out~" he replies teasingly.

Lucas huffs, "Make me."

(Alright, I'll stick to insinuations here then)

Tristan hums contemplatively before pulling Lucas forward and pressing him up against a wall. His voice was low.

"'Make you?'" he whispers playfully. "Sweetheart, if you wanted to play, that's all you had to say."

Lucas flushes, staring up at him, "I-. . ." He trails off, trying to find something to say.

Tristan laughs; it was more of a rumbling growl than his usual laugh.

"What? Can't talk?" he smirks.

Lucas sucks in a breath, a d then closes his eyes for a moment, "I mean. . . I don't mind. . . playing as you put it."

Tristan chuckles, low in his chest, leaning down and placing his lips next to Lucas' ear.

"I play rough with my toys." he whispers. "Remember that."

He steps away, his expression returning to normal, as if nothing had just happened.

"C'mon, let's go."

Lucas pulls away from the wall, swallowing and following after Tristan, rubbing the remaining blush from his cheeks with his hands.

Tristan hums a jaunty little tune as he pays half attention to Lucas.

Lucas bites his lip, "You know where you're going, right? I'm not in the mood for beer tonight. I need to finish my song anyways."

(Lol alright)

Tristan grins. "C'mon. You don't have to drink. I just want a 'familiar face,' so to speak."

Lucas huffs, "Tris-"

Tristan sighs. "Please. I need to have someone to keep me accountable and to keep me from starting something, alright? I get very drunk when I drink, since I start of heavy and go heavier. I can hold my liquor, but not my temper."

Luc sighs, "Fine." He takes Tristans hand again, "Come on." He pulls him towards a nearby pub

Tristan smiles softly. "Thank you."

He didn't mention that despite how good his hearing was, he still didn't know where anything was, making it impossible for him to tell the difference between most loud places.

Lucas hums softly, moving into a pub and relaxing, though he was british, he knew good pubs when he saw them. His mother's boyfriend of a few years was Irash, and Luc had learned to appreciate a god pub when he saw them.

He moves to a smaller table, sitting down.

Tristan sits down across from Luc, listening to the raucous laughter and bawdy jokes with a broad smile on his face.

"I think I may have found a new favorite place."

Luv smules, "I may be british, but my mom has an Irish boyfriend. He taught me what a good pub looks like." He leans back, waving down a server, "I'll just take a beer." He looks at Tristan, waiting for him to order.

"I'll take a two shots of whiskey and tequila, each." he orders, before "looking" at Lucas.

"I only know what American bars are like, and they're shitholes most of the time. I've always wanted to visit Ireland or somewhere, for the booze and for college. Both of which I'm doing right now." he chuckles.

Lucas smiles, "Just don't get too drunk, I'm not carrying your ass back to the dorm. However fine it may be."

(Alright!)

Tristan grins. "I can keep my balance very well, even when I'm shit-faced drunk."

Lucas huffs, "Ok. . . Whatever."