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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"It's only a matter of time." Tristan says, mock arrogantly.

Lucas hums, “Maybe. . .” He grins, “Or maybe, now that I know you think highly of your ass, I just wont compliment it. Maybe I’ll complement something else.”

"Hmmm. . . what else could you compliment that you haven't already? You've complimented my muscles, my face, my ass. . . and certain other parts of my body, last night." Tristan smirks.

Lucas flushes, "I was drunk. And in more than one way." He crosses his arms, "It doesn't count." He huffs.

"Mm-hmmm. Sure it doesn't." Tristan chuckles.

Lucas huffs, grumbling under his breath and then flops back, rolling onto his side, muttering under his breath. "Asshole. . ."

Tristan laughs, slapping Lucas' ass before pulling on his shirt.

"I'm your asshole now. Deal with it."

Lucas laughs, rolling back onto his back, looking at Tristan, grinning, "Oh? Huh, I thought it was the other way around. I though I was your asshole."

"Both can be true, sweetheart." Tristan smirks.

Lucas huffs, “Maybe.” He grumbles, rolling his eyes, “Maybe not.”

Tristan hums playfully.

"You good?" he teases.

Lucas huffs, “Define ‘good’, Tris.”

"What else what I mean when I ask if you're 'good?' If you're feeling like a goose? I'm asking if you're okay." Tristan snarks.

Lucas huffs, “Jerk.” He sits back up, slowly getting up, “I’m fine, I guess.”

"Don't get huffy with me, sweetheart." Tristan snorts.

"That's good." Tristan nods.

“I can get huffy with whoever the hell I want to get huffy with.” He mutters, digging around his bags for clean clothes.

"Even the dude who could fold you into an origami version of yourself?" Tristan asks, raising an eyebrow.

Lucas nods, “Yes. Though. . . It;s slightly doubtful, this bag of bones is fast enough. But then again. . .” He hums, looking at Tristan, “So are you.” He ponders for a moment, thinking, then shrugs, “Don’t want to find out.” He grabs his clothes, “But yes, even if you can fold me into an origami version of myself, I’ll still get huffy with you.”

Tristan chuckles. "Fine. Just gives me more of an excuse to hand out more punishment later."

Lucas huffs, grumbling under his breath, “Define punishments, Tris. Explain it to me like I’m the village idiot.” He starts to walk towards the bathroom.

Tristan chuckles. "No, I don't think I will."

Lucas shrugs, "Then I'll assume what they are, and you might not lie the out come of that. Because that involves me doing what I can to stay away from you. Because 'punishment' sounds bad." He walks into the bathroom, closing the door, then turning the lock.

Tristan laughs quietly as the door closes and locks. "I don't mean anything like what you're thinking of, Luc."

He walks over to where he remembers leaving his shoes and slips them on, grabbing his keys before grabbing his bag and jogging to his first class.

Luc snikers, of course he knew what Tristan meant, he was just being an ass. He takes a quick shower, getting dressed before flopping into his bed, he had all morning today. But the rest of the week was jam packed. He decided to catch up on lost sleep, taking a quick nap.

(yeah ig lol)

A few hours later, Tristan returns to the dorm.

"Luc I'm back!" he calls out.

Luc is still in bed, half asleep and he grumbles, rolling onto his front.

Tristan walks over to the bed and "looks" down at Lucas.

"You good?" he asks, prodding him.

Lucas grumbles, “I don’t want to go to class- I want to stay in bed.” He buries his face into his pillow.

"C'mon sleepy, get up." Tristan laughs.