Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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"I am not robbing anyone!" He said looking at Cian like he was crazy, "I guess we could play truth or dare, its not that big of a deal I guess." He blushed from the others comment and actions, "Come on I didn't mean it like that, there's no need for that." He said looking anywhere but not at him. Westly brought his feet up onto the chair and wrapped his arms around his legs, he stared at his side that was all the way over on the counter, he huffed quietly and glared at Cian through his knees, "You're a mean leprechaun." He mumbled.
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"If I'm a leprechaun..Would that make you my fairy?" Cian said with a wink. "You surely are small enough to be one, and you're pretty..I guess." He mumbled the last part, smirking. "I dunno if I'd want to see you in a dress, though." Cian laughed at himself, putting a hand through his strawberry colored hair. He nudged the other male gently, as if trying to push him out of his chair. Cian was more playful, more mischievous than usual. This made him exceptionally troublesome- And it wouldn't be much fun for Westly, more than likely.
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"I'm not a fairy!" Westly whined ignoring the wink from the other, "I guess? That's mean don't you think and I'm only like two maybe three inches shorter than you!" He said starting to get upset a bit, "What? Who ever said anything about a dress! Don't be like that, Cian." Westly grabbed onto the chair with his wrapped hand and flinched slightly. "You seem a little energetic today yourself." He mumbled quietly he sat up properly, "Can you get a bit of that out please? Its going to cause some anxiety for one of us." He said quietly.
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Cian grinned a little. "You're so easily offended today, lighten up!" He exclaimed, brightly and happily. "It's okay, I get angry too sometimes, shortie." Cian told him, sticking out his tongue. But then he rolled his eyes, snapping out of it and said. "Fine," He crossed his arms, "Let's play truth or dare. I'll start. Truth or dare, Westly?" He questioned, tilting his head and smirking. Mischievous thoughts popped into the Irish boy's brain, and it was clear. The Leprachaun smirked, standing up, unable to sit still any longer. He pounced into the kitchen, leaning over the countertop.
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Westly pouted at the boy, "Or maybe its just you." He mumbled, he stuck out his tongue at Cian. He hummed for a moment not sure how to respond to the question, he knew it was going to go to hell quickly either way but making the decision on which would be better was hard. He brought his knees up to his chest again and thought for a moment, "Nothing evolving anything getting destroyed, burned, damaged or exploding, got it?" He asked, he let out a slow sighed and knew he was going to regret thins on an instant but the boys actions were making him anxious and it was probably to get it out of him quickly, referring both himself and Cian, "Dare." He said with a sigh.
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The boy thought for a moment, tapping his fingers on the marble counter. Then it hit him. 'Oh, the irony.' He thought to himself. 'Well, this will surely be interesting.' He thought. "I dare you to put on one of your grandmother's dresses for me." Cian said, smirking. His face was a gentle pink with confusing excitement. Anyone would be a little offended to know how stoked Cian was for seeing his friend in the dress. He found it comedic, and humiliating for Westly. It was a nice dare, though. Lord knows the Leprechaun could have done a lot worse with his clever wits.
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Westly waited patiently for his dare, or well he tried. His mind was going absolutely crazy as it waited mainly because of the fear of what Cian would say next. As he heard what he said his face went pale for a moment before bright red, "T-T-That's n-not nice, Cian!" He said almost falling off his chair, "W-Why this dare? You have way worse up your sleeve than that! I know it for a fact!" He huffed quietly, and fixed himself on the chair, "D-D I have to? Its embarrassing... He mumbled into his knees, "F-fine but I'll only put on over top of my clothes but if you really think I need to wear it properly you can strip me down yourself." He said into his knees again, he was joking with Cian about the dress thing, although he really didn't want to do this.
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Cian smirked a little at the other boy's reaction. He stayed silent for a moment, and then grinned widely. He calmly said the following, "You're correct, I have way worse up my sleeve than that. Also, you must wear it properly. Oh, and I may just take a picture. Sorry bud." He said, scanning Westly for a reaction of some sort- hoping the boy wouldn't react well. Cian liked to do things like this. It amused him greatly.
Back in Ireland, with his friends, he would be called names for giving such an easy dare. His friends did things like this for plain recreation- And he had many pictures of his friends cross dressing for the Hell of it on his phone. Oh- How he missed them. They were fun, energetic, trouble making Leprechauns like himself- but very intelligent. However, Cian was grateful for having Westly. -
Westly frowned at the boy but it was probably lost in his knees, "If you have worse things than this than why this? It's just embarrassing!" He blushed furiously, "I told you if you wanted me to wear it properly you'd have to strip me down yourself." He said blushing a bit more, "W-why a picture? Are you going to start collecting embarrassing pictures of me? I swear if I start getting made fun of for this I'm going to kill you." He said tapping his fingers against his legs, "I don't want to." he mumbled into his knees. He had a sinking feeling that Cian just did this to upset him and he was pissed off in the fact that he fell for it every single time.
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Cian laughed loudly. "You doubt that I'll strip you down myself?" The boy tested, a smirk playing on his pale pink lips. "Do you have any idea what me and my friends did on Friday nights, just for kicks?"
Cian was talking himself up again. It's not like he and his friends didn't do some very strange- but enjoyable things, they did. But the way he worded it made it sound extreme. Like bizarrely extreme. And that's how clever Cian was- Able to word things to get a reaction out of people. That's what the boy truly enjoyed.
Licking his lips, he stepped around the counter, and behind Westly's chair. He rested his head on the other male's shoulder, his gray eyes looking over to Westly's green ones. "So, what's it gonna be, fairy boy?" He whispered in a low, rough tone.
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"I-... Yes, I doubt that you'll just strip me down." Westly said face still red with embarrassment, "Obviously worse then stripping each other down, if you have so much confidence. Hmmm to be fair if your friends are anywhere close to you I wouldn't put you running a stripper joint beneath the lot of you." He said attempting a chuckle.
Somewhere inside his mind Westly knew that, once again, Cian was baiting him just to make him nervous. That him and his friends back in Ireland didn't do stuff that bad and he was pumping himself to look cool or something but the part of his mind that knew that was deep in there and nowhere near there surface so he could hear, then again rational thinking never was the strong suit of the poor boy.
Weatly shuddered lightly as Cian approached him, he squeezed his legs closer to his chest and hid himself more, he looked over into Cians eyes, "Well if you insist on me wearing it properly, I'm pretty sure you know the answer already." His gaze hardened as much as a nervous Westly could, "I'm not a fairy, stop calling me that." He said puffing out his cheeks a bit.
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Cian chuckled a little at Westly's neurotic behavior. "Now, I know that you have ADD, but since when do you have anxiety, hmm?" He asked, cooly. He blinked once, slowly, before standing back up straight again. The Irish boy's cheeks were a pastel pink- for who knows what reason. He seemed awfully sanguine- His cloudy gray eyes containing a lack of emotion or concern.
"Oh, so you're okay with me stripping you down, then? That doesn't seem like you, nervous Nelly Westly." Cian's voice was soft, and quivered a bit as he talked. His accent was hardly noticeable as he spoke- Enunciating every syllable with an excessive amount of soul. Certainly, it was a little theatrical- Even for Cian. But his ego was only being spurred. He couldn't help it. He was having way too much fun to stop now.
Indeed, there was a chemical reaction inside Cian that had taken place. Usually, the boy was shy and taciturn. Choosing his words wisely. Generally his voice was soft, his accent thick and manifest- Pure Irish. But now, Cian was being paired with someone much more submissive and apprehensive than himself. This caused him to be encouraged- gave him confidence. And, yes, he couldn't help but get a little carried away. -
"Everyone has anxiety in their own little way, no need to be mean... Why do I even hang out with you?!" He asked annoyed, he untangled himself from his little knot and stood up, he flicked Cians forehead and huffed. He started walking towards the staircase.
"Of course I'm serious because you wont do it." He said quietly, "Don't call me that." He half whined, "Come on little leprechaun, if you insist on the dress we have to go find one." He said begrudgingly trying to hide his embarrassment, Westly slipped a bit on the floor but regained his balance before he fell, "Don't even." He mumbled looking back at Cian.
Westlys thoughts were nagging at him, he had quickly realized that Cian probably would strip him down without a second thought, which made him nervous. He was often compared to a teenage girl because he was sensitive about people seeing his back and stomach. He sighed mentally and crossed his arms over his stomach and started regretting what he said to Cian more. -
"You hang out with me because everyone needs a little leprechaun in there life." He said with a wink. Cian trotted over to where Westly was, smiling widely. "Don't be so annoyed with me, now. I'm just giving you a hard time, you know that." He said, his silver eyes flashing with a sensitivity unseen before from the leprechaun.
"What kind of dresses do you think you have in the house?" Cian asked, prodding his blond hair out of his eyes, "Anything sexy?" He winked, examining the other's body and chewing on his lip dramatically. "I would pay to see you in a cocktail dress."
Cian's demons were certainly coming out now- more than ever. The strawberry haired boy was more exuberant, more mischievous than ever seen before by Westly. And part of him- part of Cian- oddly enough, was being completely serious as he spoke. The other part of him had such an unbearable longing for attention that it was a necessity- and he couldn't stop himself from such shrewd words from falling out of his mouth.
And so Cian let himself squeeze out of the way from Westly- bouncing down the stairs jollily. "Ah!~" He exclaimed, as he spun around from the bottom of the stairs, "I forgot! Fairies can fly!" Cian taunted, looking up to the unamused, exasperated boy that stood at the top of the steps. The dynamic blond stared at the other expectantly- eyes wide- as if he really expected the other teenager to grow beautiful, majestic wings and soar. -
"Ah yes I forgot about that rule." He said with a slight sigh but also with a chuckle "I'm not annoyed, I know your just giving me a hard time and I just don't want to wear a dress." He chuckled quietly at the other.
"They're my grandmothers clothes, what do you think they look like." Westly shivered slightly, "They're. My. Grandmothers. Clothes." He said again disgusted and over dramatically pronounced each word, "Unless you want to go through my moms old stuff I can't say we have cocktail dresses laying around. My mom used to wear cocktail dresses like they were her skin, I don't actually remember her not wearing one..." He trailed off slowly, "Anyways you said my grandmothers dress." He said
Westly looked at Cian a little uncomfortable, and curious about what he was thinking. He was acting a little odd or maybe excited but it was still unnerving. He calmly followed after Cian, not making a sound, "Please stop referencing me to a fairy, just because you're a leprechaun doesn't mean I have to be a fairy." He said huffing quietly. He looked at the other and chuckled, "You expect to much from me." He said reading Cians eyes.
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