Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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Cian shrugged at Westly's teasing. "Yeah, I don't know," He mumbled, "I just want to be polite; I don't want you to be completely turned off by how outgoing and touchy I can be." Cian admitted, his face turning into a pale pink- like that off a white rose in red food coloring. There was no doubt that Cian went through many moods and phases of anxious, shy behavior, and then unexpectedly would switch into his teasing, mischievous setting. There was no way to expect it; it just happened like the sun rising and setting, except much more often. And much less constant and behavioral.
"We are friends, right?" His voice wavered in the nervousness of the response to the question. "You still like me, don't you?" Cian tilted his head, looking up to the other boy for a moment, before his eyes returned to the pure white carpet. Cian was becoming very paranoid and clingy to the other- and he couldn't help it. Westly was the only friend he had. He couldn't lose him. -
Westly chuckled quietly, "Its fine really, if its too much I'd probably say something." He said unsure of the right way to fraise it, "B-be yourself..." He said quietly, he noticed the bit of color of the others face and chuckled lightly, his eyes flickered around before they settled back on Cian. He shifted around a bit not sure of what to say.
Westly tilted his head, not quite sure of how to respond, "Hmm well yeah, I guess... Maybe...? I think so..." He said blushing a bit feeling embarrassed about his answer, "Yeah, I'm fine with you, Cian." He said, he didn't get what the questions were for, something just didn't click for that. He smirked and walked over to Cain, "Is someone being paranoid?" He asked as a joke and ruffled his hair, "Its sooo cute." Said still joking around with a smile. Although Cian seemed so serious and he wanted to be too something in the mood called for an attempt at a lightening up. -
Cian scoffed quietly at the shorter boy ruffling up his hair, jerking his face away. "Don't touch my hair," He mumbled, in defense. The boy's self control most certainly was fading; and the mental line from appropriate and not appropriate was fading in the teenager's brain. "And no-" He protested, his gray eyes looking up to the other boy, with a smirk, "I'm not paranoid. Not in the slightest, Westly."
Cian said these words so confidently- he almost believed them himself. It was astonishing, really, how well he could fake things sometimes. The boy was, indeed, quite the talent when it came to lying and making people believe what he wanted them to. But sometimes it might just backfire, because sometimes, some people could see right through the boy's messy act. -
Westly flinched away a bit when Cian jerked away, "Awww does the baby not like it when I play with his hair?" He asked joking around and he ruffled his hair more, Westly was chuckling quietly as he messed up the boys hair. He smiled at the other not buying it fully, "Mmmhmm then are you worried? Are you worried that I'm going to despise you and leave you?" He mocked with a smile, "Its okay Cian, no need to worry. Everything's all right." He said still mocking him.
Westly didn't really know how he was feeling but he wasn't quite sure if he really liked mocking Cian like this, sure it was kind of fun but it just wasn't really right, it didn't feel right. Its not like he enjoyed getting mocked by Cian, it was embarrassing and it made him nervous but this just seemed weird, him doing it to Cian. Something seemed off about what was going on which was starting to sink in he once again didn't understand what was going on, which was getting him a little anxious but not enough that it was starting to surface. -
Cian sighed quietly as his light red hair was fruffled up into a huge mess. He tried to put it back into sort- to no avail. Huffing, his hair fell in front of his stone gray eyes- and he tried to blow it out of his face. "You see what you made it do?" Cian exclaimed, chuckling as he attempted to push the wavy, strawberry hair out of his large eyes. He then tried flipping it- again, nothing. "This is going to be a b---- to attempt to work out." He stated, shrugging a little.
Cian hid all of his anxieties behind his modern-day, first world, hair frustrations. "Oh the frustrations of a first world boy, hey?" He said, chuckling a little. He paced around Westly, smirking slightly at the other in a dress. With a ridiculous wolf whistle, he exclaimed, "Wow Sally, you sure are smoking!~" -
Westly chuckled, "It? Your hairs an it?" He asked with a smile, he watched as Cian tried to fix the mess he caused. "Sorry, Cian, I can go find a brush if you want." He said chuckling, "I didn't this it would do that." He said chuckling still, he brushed his hand through his hair and then it fell back into place, he chuckled nervously and patted Cian's head and tried to fix it as well.
Westly noticed something odd in the other that he didn't think would just be caused by him massing up his hair but he wasn't really sure, Cian did play with his hair a lot. Was it really that important to him. Westly blushed at the action and what the other said, "W-What's that suppose to mean?" He stuttered out, remembering that he was in the dress. He backed away from Cian and and tripped over the dress and fell on the ground, he crossed his legs and pouted up at the other his face red. -
"I'm just saying- I don't mind seeing you like this." He said with a small shrug. Cian sat next to him, leaning over just a tad. "In a dress, I mean." He added, abruptly. Cian gave a small sigh as he glanced the dress up and down. 'Must be expensive,' He thought, 'It's a beautiful dress, really. The American's sense of fashion is very different from traditional Irish, though.' He mused in his mind. He silently wondered what Westly would think of his country's fashion- Weird? Funny? Silly? American was quite the melting pot, though, so maybe it wasn't as drastically different as Cian though it was.
"Isn't that dress a little big for you, hmmm?" He questioned, again scanning the other male. "You're quite the pretty boy, though.~" Cian hummed, in a teasing voice. However, there was some truth to his words. Westly was, indeed, quite attractive. And Cian couldn't help but think it. -
"You didn't have to say it so oddly." He said like a child through his puffed cheeks, "It was an odd way to say it." He blushed a bit more at what, he really couldn't tell, "Well I prefer to be in pants my self and a shirt is always a fun thing to." He said leaning away fro Cian, he could never tell if Cian was just tugging his leg or legitimately saying something genuine. Like right now, he had little to no idea what was going on and what was happening but he couldn't tell if Cian was just making him squirm, which might be odd but he just really couldn't think at all with the dress on cause it was embarrassing to much in his mind.
" I'm sorry my mom was tall and wore like six inch heels when she was nineteen and its not my fault I'm short!" Westly said childishness in him growing quickly, 'Its not my fault that damn woman couldn't now drink for nine months!" He thought to him self but then shook of the though of his mother, "P-Please s-stop messing with m-me now." He stuttered out finally in half a childish huff. -
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"I'm not messing with you." Cian hummed, smirking a little. He leaned in a little closer to the other lad, grinning. "Why are you so nervous..?" He asked. "You don't have to be afraid.." He assured, lifting his chin with a finger. "Relax, Westly. I'm not doing anything- Not anything bad, anyways." The Irish boy prodded, flipping his hair a little. It fell into his eyes, but he did nothing about it, making direct eye contact with the other boy's eyes. They were bright green, like nothing Cian had ever seen before. They were full of trouble, anxiety, nervousness. Cian wondered why- he couldn't help it. What was going on in this utterly perfect boy's mind to make him so troubled? And what could Cian do to help- being the compassionate person he was?
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"Y-Yes you a-are." He said trying to move away more, "I-I'm not." He said blushing more, "W-why would I-I be afraid of you?" He barley managed to say. He tried to move away from Cians gaze but it didn't work well, he attempted to move again it still ending in waste. He stopped and looked at the other knowing it was weird that he was so nervous around him right now but he wasn't sure how to react. Cian being so close to him was making him nervous maybe even a little but scared he just didn't really know what was going on and he was acting on his own as a default.
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Cian chuckled a little. "Awh, Sally, don't lie to me now, baby.." He prodded as he stood. "Now stand, I need a picture. Maybe even a selfie or two." He leaned against the other's bed, grinning a little. 'I'm acting a little odd, even for myself..' He thought, 'What has gotten into me?' His eyes widened at these thoughts, full of confusion. 'This is such bulls---,' Pessimistic thoughts clouded his mind. Westly and he were friends and such, but that certainly didn't warrant his own behavior, did it? He reprimanded himself silently for being so foolish.
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Westly blushed a bit, "Please stop, there's no need to call me Sally." He said and held on to Cians shirt and pulled himself up by it, and then blushed, "O-Or baby!" He added, "Why must their be photo evidence of this?" He asked quietly, he leaned against him a slightly and gripped onto his shirt tighter, "I-I don't think I need my picture taken..." He whined quietly and tugged on Cians shirt somehow thinking it would make his point.
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Cian yanked Westly's hand off of his shirt, growling a few impolite words under his breath. "Relax, Sally; I'm just going to send it to a few of my friends in Ireland. Now strike a pose." He tugged his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it with the password, "2426", quickly. Then he tapped onto his camera, grinning as he raised it to his eyes. "Ah, stand against the wall. The contrast will look good, I promise." Cian winked a little, taking a few steps back until Westly's entire body fit into the shot. 'Perfect,' He thought to himself, 'Now hopefully I don't shake as I take this..' Cian had a reputation for having weak hands; so he shook quite often.
He found many texts on his phone, a few of which from his friends in Ireland, and one from his mom checking up on him. 'Yeah, I'm okay mom, Westly and I are just hanging out. Nothing interesting, love you!' He typed to his mom, before switching to his camera without a second thought.
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