Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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Westly flinched away from him slightly, "J-Just a few..." He mumbled quietly he watched Cian as he pulled out the phone, he stood against the wall like he was told a blush growing rapidly on his face again. He shrunk making the dress look larger than it actually was also making him look smaller, cause he soo needed that. He could feel the Irish making fun of him now, he huffed quietly and hid his bandaged hand. He ran the other hand through his hair and then put it back where it was ad his hair fell back into place.
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The Irish boy snapped a few pictures, and sent them to his friends without
hesitation. "Alright, boy." He said, lifting himself onto the bed and sitting on it. He wiggled his eyebrows, scanning Westly once more before he spoke. "I choose dare." His gray eyes showed no fear- out of complete confidence- that whatever Westly said- couldn't be that bad. By the way Westly was acting today- Hell knew if he would hardly be able to think of a bad dare. His phone chirped with a response from Ashlin, who responded with: "Oooh! You have a new toy?? He's cutee! :p" Cian's face went bright red with that thought, "No, no, Ash! Nothing like that! We're friends." Cian was shocked at how fast she responded afterwards, saying, "For now anyways ;)"
This short conversation had sparked thoughts in Cian's mind. Was she right? I mean, he was panromantic, after all. Could he and Westly actually turn into a thing? Is this why he had been acting so strangely? Did he like Westly? No, no. Westly was cute and all- but Cian couldn't like him. No. He was his only friend. That was impossible. -
Westly blushed more and walked away, "D-Dare hun..." He said quietly, he walked to the side of the bed with his clothes. He hummed quietly and pulled off the dress and started putting his clothes back on, as he pulled his shirt on he noticed the blush on Cians face, "Whatcha reading?" He asked pushing himself up on the bed trying to read his phone. "Hmmm well... I dare you to..." A smirk formed on his face as he fell backwards on to the bed, "Run down the street naked... scream-singing we are the champions." He said chuckling a bit with a blush, "Or is there an issue with that? Is all you're big talk compensating for something?" He asked quietly and then blushed more realizing what he just said.
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Cian huffed, yanking his phone out of the other boy's sight. "Oh..f---." He said, in response to the dare his was given. His face red, he objected, "Tha-that's not fair! Streaking is illegal! And I gave you an easy dare!" The boy would certainly not go through this without a fight. A dare was a dare, though, and Cian couldn't do anything about it. Even he understood that- sadly. "P-plus, you don't want to see me naked, do you?"
Now that objection, that wasn't just an excuse, it was a test. He wanted to see the other boy's response- he wanted to see if Westly would take his bait and act out- confidently, dominantly, or if Westly would merely stay turtled up in regards to such matters. Oh, this would be interesting. -
Westly chuckled at the other response, "Its not that illegal. And... No I guess for you it was easy but for someone like me its quite difficult to change I front of people like that and then theirs people like you. Enough said." He said a small blush on his face that lit up at Cians other comment, "W-What? W-Why would I want to see you naked! What kind of question is that?" He said turning on his side away from him, "And besides being you you'd probably strip down naked if I asked you to anyways." He mumbled blushing more.
Westly didn't know what Cian expected him to say, its not like he was going to tackle him to the ground professing his love and tell him to strip him down and make sweet live to him. He shivered a bit, the thought embarrassed him which made him blush more and hide a bit. -
Cian chuckled. "You know, you're right. If you did ask me to strip naked in front of you, I most likely would." He blew a kiss, and hopped off the bed quickly. "And for that reason, why not take this dare?" He stuck out his tongue in a teasing manner, and took off his shirt without a second thought. The boy's chest skin matched the rest of his body perfectly. There were a few freckles adorning his chest, though. "Like what you see?" He asking, giving him a flirty, mocking glance before undoing his belt in front of the other. Cian kept eye contact during this entire process- his face red- but he wanted to make the other squirm. And for that reason- his pulled down his pants and boxers all at once.
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Westly shivered and sat up brightness burning down a bit, he watched the other minimizing the blush appearing on his face, "You run down the street naked just for the chance to strip for me? I feel so honored." He said trying to sound confident but his voice wavered a lot and it didn't sound anything like he wanted to. He blushed a bit at the look he got from Cian, he squirmed at the others actions and turned full blush again as he dropped it all. "C-Cian can't you be just a-a little more conservative than that?" He said voice wavering again.
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"Conservative isn't in my vocabulary, lovely." He said with a wink as he waltzed over to Westly. He leaned over the bed, confidently, and made direct eye contact with the other boy. Oh- Westly's bright green eyes were a sight to see- perfectly chiseled out like a perfect, green emerald. They were full of an indistinguishable emotion. Cian couldn't help but get lost in their beauty, even if for just a moment. However, Cian's slate gray eyes refused to look away, whether in a trance- admiring the beauty, or attempting to make Westly uncomfortable by his rock hard stare. Whatever the reason, the boy was leaning his nude, athletic body over the bed, grinning like it was Christmas morning.
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"I-It really should be, Cian..." Westly said and leaned back a bit as he approached him, he fell back on his elbows. The boy looked up at him, he shook a bit, "C-Cian can you stop please." He whispered quietly, he shivered and accidentally looked down the others body and his gaze quickly shot back up. He blushed and looked up at the other his face red, Westly sunk into the bed trying to stay as far away from Cian as he could right now. "C-C-C-C-Cian c-can you p-please stop n-now? T-This is m-making me u-uncomfortable..." He stuttered out trying to hide into the bed but failing.
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Cian rolled his eyes. Exactly the reaction he was hoping for. "Why is this so awkward for you?" He asked, cooly. "Haven't you ever looked in a mirror?" He asked, leering. "Alright, let's go." He grabbed his clothes in a bundle, clutching them to his side, and walked out of the room, scanning it once more. He turned off the light behind him, not waiting for Westly as he ran up the stairs. "Hey!" He called behind him, when at the top of the stairs, "What time is your grandma supposed to be home?" He blinked, crossing his arms, as his hair began to stand on end. It was cold in the house, and he was, after all, butt naked.
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Westly got up off the bed and followed, "Because apparently unlike you I'm not use to having naked men hang over me." He mumbled quietly, "Yes, I have looked in the mirror but I don't stand in front of it and pose." He said chuckling. "Um... I don't know, late probably. She might not even come home tonight but she'll call if that's the case..." He said, "Cold there?" He asked with a small chuckle, his face was bright red from Cian walking around so confidently in his birthday suit. Part of him really wanted to say something but knew he'd be mocked if he tried.
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"Oh yeah, naked men hang over me all the time." Cian told him, obviously hearing the other boys remark. "Maybe if you're lucky you'll get to be one of them." He winked, chuckling. "Now get up these stairs- I want to finish this." Cian's confidence was a mere act- he wanted to get clothes on as soon as possible- this was embarrassing. His face was a dark fuchsia, and he was certainly mortified at being in such a vulnerable state in front of Westly. Even though him and his Irish posse were open with each other, they weren't always nude. Very rarely, actually.
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Westly blushed a bit more and climbed up the stairs, "I think we both know I'd be on the bottom." Now Westly of course didn't even mean to think such a think so when he realized he said it out loud his mind went into civil war mode, his face turned bright red, "I-I-I-I-I." He tried to da something beyond his stuttering but nothing came out. He looked at Cian like dear in the headlights blushed deeper and walked past him, "L-L-Lets just get this over with s-so you c-can put pants on." He said to embarrassed to even think right now, at the amount of confidence Cian had at this was making him worried, he really didn't like this feeling.
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"Why so flushed? Do ya have a crush on me?" The boy taunted, walking out the front door without a second thought. The humid wind hit him quickly- it was a showery fall day, indeed. It was still quite warm, though, despite the fact his hairs were on end. Cian's body didn't like the wet weather much- it made him uncomfortable. And on top of that, being nude? No, not very fun at all. 'God, I just want to get this over with and get clothes on.' Cian thought to himself, keeping his inner frustrations- inner. Cian stretched his arms before stepping off the porch. "Which street? The one near your house or the highway?" He asked, tilting his head.
His phone dinged again. 'OoooOOOooh.' It was his friend Azzi. 'I'd so get a piece of that if I were ya. He's cute ;)' God, could his friends be ANY more immature? Cian was already tired of this idiotic taunting- it had already grown quite frustrating. Azzi was a tall, black haired boy, he was well built. It was odd that Azzi would find someone like Westly attractive.
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