forum To Gay or Not to Gay; That is the Question (one on one//closed)

Started July 21, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

Vin grinned a little and put his hands on Vien's stomach. I wonder if he's ticklish?

Vien tensed up a bit at the touch to his stomach. Unfortunately for him, he was almost ridiculously ticklish. "Don't you dare," he started

That statement was the start of his doom. Vin tickled him like he's been training for it for the majority of his life. It was pain for the poor Vien.

Vien began giggling madly, his face scrunching up and his body writhing uncontrollably. "S-Stop it!" he exclaimed between laughs

Vin continued tickling him for a few more moments before hugging him. "I didn't know my bartender was ticklish…"

"Oh, shut up," Vien huffed, trying to sound grumpy despite the smile still plastered across his face. He wormed out of the hug, only to turn around so that he was more or less in Vin's lap. He flashed him a grin before pressing their lips together, his arms wrapping loosely around Vin's neck

Vin put his hands on Vien's hips and kissed him back gently. "You're a nerd, you know that?" Vin asked with good humor.

(Ima go to bed. I'll be back on at the same time tomorrow.)

(np my dude, I should actually be on early tomorrow morning)

"Just wait till you see my reading glasses," Vien chuckled before going back to kissing him. One hand moved up, running through Vin's hair gently

(I'm not online just yet I'm just responding once then going off)

Vin rolled his eyes and grabbed Vien's other hand.

Vien continued to kiss him a moment longer before breaking away. “Let’s go make those tacos, shall we?” he said, giving Vin’s hand a small squeeze

"Sure." Vin patted the side of Vien's head with his other hand and grabbed his clothes.

Vien stood, stretching as he yawned. He reached for his clothes, putting them on before making his way towards the kitchen

Vin put on his clothes too and followed Vien, tenderly stretching his legs as he shut the bedroom door behind him. He decided to look around the rest of the apartment because he's nosy like that.

Vien made his way into the kitchen, humming softly to himself as he grabbed his reading glasses off the counter. He slipped them on before going over to the coffee maker, starting it before going through the cupboards

Vin opened the door to the bathroom, then realized how bad he needed to go. (um) he went.

Vien pushed his glasses up further on his nose absently as he waited for the coffee to finish making. He poured himself a cup before reaching into the fridge, pouring some creamer into his cup

Vin washed his hands and stepped out of the bathroom. He walked into the kitchen, smelling the coffee, and poured himself a cup after finding the cabinet with the cups.

Vien leaned against the counter, taking a sip of his coffee as he glanced over at Vin. "Less grumpy now?" he asked with a small smile

Vin sipped his coffee (of which had no sugar or creamer) and jerked his head noncommittally. "Sure," He replied sarcastically. "But where would I be without my grumpiness?"

Vien shrugged, still smiling as he took another sip of his coffee. "I think it's adorable, really," he said, now grinning behind his cup

Vin scowled at him. "You think everything is adorable."

"Correction, I think you're adorable," Vien pointed out, still grinning. He leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Vin's lips before turning to rummage through the cupboards

Vin sighed into his cup and glared at him over the brim of it as he drank more coffee.

Vien began humming to himself as he began to pull things out for tacos, setting the various items next to the stove as he did so. He took another sip of his coffee before beginning to cook them

Vin leaned off of the counter and walked into the living room, wondering what was on.

Vien kept humming, taking a moment to turn on the old radio tucked in the corner of the kitchen. It began to play soft rock, which he hummed along to while cooking

(yuuus rock yeeess)

Vin sat down and grabbed the remote, then noticed the two broken glasses. Damn. When did that happen? He bent down to clean it up.

(lol ye)

Vien eventually finished with the tacos. "What kind of taco shell do you want?" he called from the kitchen before taking a sip of his coffee

"A hard shell, thanks." He replied, watching a hard-rock documentary.

Vien nodded in acknowledgement, taking a moment to make the taco shells before setting them on a plate. "Come make yours," he called before beginning to make his own