MxM soap?
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Thread Topic: MxM soap?
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(Thanks.)
Asher sat down in the chair, folding his hands and leaning in slightly. His fingers twitched slightly as he took a deep breath and stared into Angel's violet eyes with his own. After a moment, he closed his eyes and hung his head. Watching his toes poke the fabric of his shoes and bring it up as they curled and released, he stopped and then crossed his arms, bringing his head back up and sitting his head in his crossed arms on the table, studying Angel. Asher pushed himself up and hesitantly spoke, taking a pause after each and every sentence.
"Angel." he began, his eyes watering, but he wiped them quickly away with his blue sleeve and then continued. "You've been acting really different lately. You've been more irritated than usual. Like, I know you're a sweet boy. You're so nice, too. But... I, um... You know, is there anything you've been doing? Like, uh, drugs or anything--" Asher cut himself off and rubbed at his temples. "Is there something I need to know?" he mumbled, "Like, are you cutting yourself? Smoking?" Immediately he got up and tried to pull up Angel's sleeves for scars and search him for cigarette cartons. -
Angel's paranoia grew with each word, and he found himself struggling with a primal instinct of fight or flight. And, he had always been a flight risk. When Asher sat up, Angel did too, squirming around. He frowned as Asher clearly struggled with the impulse to cry, and moved to comfort him when the word 'drugs' came out of his mouth. He started to get up, but Asher had said something he hadn't paid attention to, and then he was there, pushing up Angel's sleeves, patting him down. Angel held up his arms, trying to get him to knock it off, and then placing his palms one his chest, shoving him back. "Hey! Stop. Stop.. I'm fine, Asher, I swear. Where's all this coming from?"
Of course, he knew where it was coming from. But here, here really wasn't the ideal place to be bringing it up. Half of the tables strewn around the library were full of students, the one in close proximity with their eyes locked on the couple. Angel sighed, giving up, lowering his hands. Tears welled in his eyes, and he didn't bother to brush them away. -
"Angel..." Asher drew back his arms, suddenly realizing what a problem he was causing. He looked around at the students that were staring at him, and immediately he shot glares back at them, in which they hesitantly began reading their books again. He covered up his eyes with his sleeves and began to sulk at himself, sniffling and heaving for a couple minutes. After realizing he was neglecting Angel's feelings even more, Asher whimpered and stepped towards him, crouching and revealing his pale white hands from the long sleeves. He took his thumb and index finger and placed it up to Angel's cheek, stroking the skin gently before taking another heave, resisting the urge to cry once more. He took his hand and tried to wipe Angel's tears away, then kissing each cheek and trembling slightly. Asher slowly wrapped his arms around Angel, shifting against his ear and trying to soothe him.
"I'm sorry for bringing it up... I didn't realize how insensitive I was being to you. And in front of all these people. We should have talked about it somewhere else. Or perhaps not at all..." He sighed, pulling away from his boyfriend. Asher then pressed his forehead against Angel's, leaning in to kiss him. But before he could, the sound of somebody dropping a book startled him and suddenly he flipped his head and looked at the scene, before standing back up and pointing.
"Hey, that's expensive!" -
He stood completely still during Asher's little speech, only moving to lean into his touch silently. And then, when he got onto someone for dropping a book, he sighed, reaching him to touch his lover's shoulder. "Let's go home, okay? We can talk about.. About whatever this is that you want to talk about over dinner. Maybe call for pizza? So that it'll get there by the time we do." They had been walking home recently, only using their cars when they went shopping, or to go take care of Angel's parents. The younger liked walking, even though most nights he went home alone.
Of course, he also like walking alone because he could drop into a gas station and use the bathroom to pop a couple pills before heading home. It was too hard to take them while Asher was there, it made him feel guilty. Which was part of the reason he was kind of okay with Asher leaving before Angel even getting up. He could take them without looking over his shoulder all the time. -
Putting his arm down, he turned around as the student quickly picked up the book and apologized profusely, though he ignored it. Asher looked at Angel and then the door, before nodding. "Uh, yeah. Okay." He took out his phone and dialed the first pizza place that came to mind. For a moment all he heard was the ringing. Right when he thought he wouldn't be answered, someone picked up the phone and greeted them irritably.
"Uh, yeah. Could we get a...pepperoni pizza and a cheese pizza?" Asher looked at Angel and shrugged, unsure of what to order. "And maybe..." he thought, licking his lips, "One bag of your cheese breadsticks? Er, yeah. And some...pepsi?" What came out only sounded like a question as he looked at Angel once more, hoping that what he ordered would be alright for the evening. "Mm...thanks." Asher hung up and put his phone back in his pocket.
Soon after that he took Angel's hand and released to hurry towards the door and open it for him, the cool breeze of the night stiffening him all the more.
(The internet's gonna shut off in a minute. Gotta go. Goodnight.) -
Angel nodded both of the times he turned to look at him for confirmation, and then kissed his cheek as he passed him to exit the building. After the door was closed behind him, he slipped his hand into Asher's, enjoying the silence of the first few minutes of the walk. Of course, he began rambling at some point. "You know, I'm really getting sick of those seniors acting like they own the place. One o then knocked a cup over with his books, and, oh, he didn't even say sorry. Of course, I cleaned it up and got him another drink, half charge, but.. Well, you know."
(Yeah. See you.) -
Asher stared up at the sky for the first couple minutes before suddenly cocking his head to listen to Angel, his trailing if thought broke. "Yeah, that does sound like something to apologize for. But sometimes there are people out there like that. Sometimes you can't do anything about them." he agreed with a hopeful chuckle, then began to ramble himself. "There are people like that at my job. You'd think that they would respect reading material. And you saw it when that kid dropped that book like nothing." Asher shook his head, squinting as the bright street lights shone in his eyes. Then he looked back at Angel and smiled. "But it was really nice of you to clean that up for him. And get him a new cup."
Then, he began to him to himself quietly, thinking to himself again as the wind blew his hair around. -
"Yeah. But I think that kid dropphing- Dropping, sorry, that book was a mistake." He bit his lip, walking just a little bit faster. The pills were starting to set in, and though he was enjoying the small feeling of an oncoming high, he didn't want Asher to notice the little slips in language. It normally wasn't to bad, is what he told himself. Not bad enough to warrant stopping.
When they reached the apartment complex, a pizza man was pulling up. -
Asher paused for a moment, but dismissed the language error and kept walking. He had to take a couple of quick paces to catch up to Angel, though was in sync with his feet within a couple minutes. Seeing a car pull up to the complex, his chest ached for need to eat some pizza. Quickly, he decided, "I'll race you there!" and sprinted off towards the series of apartments, hoping for a playful race. That is, if he would hurt Angel's feelings like he did at the library. After a couple yards he began to pant but kept going, occasionally looking behind his shoulder to see if Angel was going to try to beat him there. Chuckling, he tripped a little over a pebble on the sidewalk, but regained his composure and eventually stopped altogether when their house came into view.
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Angel had ran after him, though not as fast. He wasn't really trying. And, after a few steps of the increased pace, he found himself bending over, clutching his chest. His breath came in sharp little gasps, pain shooting through his lungs. This was new- But then, he didn't run often, and it could have been from lack of exercise. However, he regained himself, and walked to meet Asher, slipping his hand into his lover's, muttering a small, breathless, "You win."
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"I know." Asher chuckled to himself triumphantly. When his hand was ceased lovingly once more and approached the pizza guy who only brought out a hand, assuming they lived in the house he drove off to, Asher slid his hand in his right pocket with his right hand. When he figured that his left hand wasn't free, he shifted awkwardly and tried to fish for money in the other pocket. Handing it to the impatient delivery guy, he nodded and thanked him before also almost struggling to get his keys and walking up to the apartment. After a couple tries trying to poke the key in the lock, he turned it and the door popped open, leaving the entrance for the ever so familiar home to beckon them in. Releasing Angel's hand, Asher widened the door to try and let him in first and stepped out of the way.
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Angel, who was carrying the box of pizza, laughed as he struggled with the door, pulling away to put the box down when they got inside. He pressed a quick kiss to Asher's lips, heading off to get the paper plates.
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Asher shut the door quietly, then becoming more tense as his mind filled with what he wanted to talk about. He sighed, then plastered a smile on his face, walking towards Angel to help set up the food. He opened the pizza box and almost melted at how fresh it smelled. When the paper plates were set up, he set a slice of pepperoni pizza on his plate, then asked Angel, "What would you like? Pepperoni or cheese?"
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"Mmm.. One of each, love," He answered, getting cups for the bottle of soda. He didn't care for soda, though, and filled his cup with water from the fridge, and the other with pepsi for Asher. Angel sat down at the table with his plate and drink. "Now, what were you going on about in the library?"
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Carefully, he placed a slice of each type of pizza on Angel's plate and sat down. Thanking him for filling the glass, he took a sip and then set the cup down, listening to him as he spoke. When his boyfriend mentioned the incident at the library again, he simply rubbed his temples and cleared his throat, once again at a loss of words. What did he want to say? It's not like it was easy trying to confront your boyfriend or anything, but then again, he wasn't even sure if Angel was doing anything wrong. He apparently made Angel cry at the library, and he wasn't too sure if he wanted to make him cry again. Before he could answer, Asher attempted to escape the question by taking a bite of his pizza and frantically looking around the room, hopefully not being too awkward.
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