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 senses Lucas' gaze on him and chuckles, swallowing.

"Am I really that interesting, that you'd watch me shove peanuts into my mouth and still think of me as good-looking?" he jokes.

Lucas ponders the question, then nods, "Yes. And not just merely good looking. Hot is what you are, as I've said before."

Tristan shakes his head, bemused.

"You're strange."

"How so?"

"You're just staring while I shove food in my face hole; how is that not strange?" he teases.

Lucas huffs, "I am not staring. I'm watching, there's a difference. In plus, would you rather I not bask in you fantabulousness?"

"Oh no, I want you to bask in my fantabulousness. Just don't do it while I'm inelegantly stuffing my mouth hole with peanuts." he chuckles.

Lucas laughs, "If you don't want me watching you while you shovel food into your mouth, you'll have to find a way to make me."

Tristan tilts his head curiously, playfully.

"Something like-" he starts, across the table and next to Lucas in a flash. "-this?"

He wraps a hand behind Lucas' head and pulls him in close, kissing him.

Lucas gasps softly, leaning into Tristan, gripping his shirt slightly.

After a few seconds, Tristan pulls away, smirking, slipping past Lucas and back into his own seat.

He licked his lips, slowly. "Somehow, the alcohol tastes better now."

Lucas looks at him, “I—“ He shakes his head slowly, trying to find his words.

"Yes. . .?" Tristan chuckles, waiting for the rest of the sentence.

Lucas huffs, going silent for a moment, “Thanks-?” He utters the first word to come into his mind.

Tristan grins.

"You're welcome."

“Wipe that grin off your face-“ He mutters, “You look like you just accomplished something impossible.”

"I really didn't. I just accomplished my goal, which was to divert your attention from my 'fantabulousness' while I eat my peanuts." he chuckles.

Lucas rolls his eyes, “Which is impossible because I can still watch you eat peanuts.” He looks at Tristan, smiling slightly.

Tristan grins, getting up again, grabbing his bowl of oeanuts and walking around to the back of Lucas' chair, wrapping an arm around the smaller man's throat gently.

"You sure about that, sweetheart?"

Lucas goes still, looking up at Tristan, "Oh, I'm sure about that." He smirks slightly. "Careful, you may start a bar fight. Despite what you want, I don't want to get punched in the face of anything."

"Honestly. . . I'm in the mood for a bar fight." Tristan smirks. "So I'd suggest, maybe. . . finding somewhere safe-ish to go."

Lucas let's put a sigh, "You're crazy." He laughs, "But please, no. I don't feel like walking all the way back to the dorm himself and then passing out on my bed."

"Then join me?" Tristan asks innocently.

"In what?" He asks, looking up at Tristan.

"My endeavours to cause pandemonium here." he grins playfully.

Lucas sighs, "As long as I do t get hurt, fine." He watches the Other people around them.

"Yay!" Tristan laughs, going back and finishing his drink, considering the glass carefully.

He smirks, making sure to tread on someone's foot as he passes them, as he pretends to go to the bathroom.

The man gets pissed and stands up, throwing a punch at Tristan, which he dodges with ease. The punch hits someone else at another table, which then causes those to to knock over a table full of drinks, and soon enough Tristan was in the middle of a full-scale tavern brawl.

He laughs delightedly, smashing his glass over someone's head, punching another dude so hard he literally hits the wall, before a group of 15 dudes gangs up on him.

Despite Tristan's blindness he anticipated every single punch and blow they tried to rain down on him; in return he targets groins, faces and necks, tossing people around like ragdolls.

Lucas stays in the corner watching and just moving away from any people that get to close. Lucas didn't want to- He buffs when someone comes hurtling at him and he side steps, letting them run into a walk and looking back at Tristan a moment before getting wrapped up in dodging people, muttering to himself. He wasn't in the mood to hit someone or something today. He knew he was mean I'm a fight tjough, and if anyone touched him, he's fight them like he was fighting for the last scraps of food

(Hello!)

Tristan continues to ragdoll people like a Skyrim player getting launched into the sky by their first Giant encounter.

It was honestly funny, once you got past the fact that tomorrow half of these dudes would still be unconscious.