• This section is for roleplays only.
    ALL interest checks/recruiting threads must go in the Recruit Here section.

    Please remember to credit artists when using works not your own.

Calvin Klein and Cigarettes

"It's not, therefore I have a second skin that's coming off on you." It's not like he never wore the shitty stuff before, he just hadn't been so cuddly with his best friend back then. If he knew he would be doing something that might make it come off, like swimming, he used his nice expensive stuff. Craig made damn sure no one would know. He groaned at the heart felt crap his friend jokingly said. Oscar truly was the biggest dork ever. "I am the one who doesn't like them. Hell, when's the last time you saw a model with freckles hm?" Almost never, unless they were on females. Therefore it was get rid of them or have trouble being a model. In high school they hadn't been so intense, but no one in his family had freckles except his grandparents. His parents were the picturesc people, so he had his mother teach him how to cover them up.


"Eh...? It's..." He blushed at the sleepy Oscar poking at his freckles again. "Ehhh?! Cute?" Craig had no idea what to say and he was blushing from that. Since when were freckles on a guy cute? But more imporantly, Oscar never called him cute so honestly. He could could the times on his hands probably. When Oscar shifted them around, he just cuddled against him instead of leaving. Dishes could be done tomorrow. Right now, he was ending the perfect date night. He blushed and squeezed his eyes shut as the photo was taken, but Oscar now had proof of the dots all over his face. There were some hickies on his neck, but they were not as intense as the monster bruises Keegan used to leave. Oscar didn't seem to mind. Danny rarely left them anyways since Craig had to almost beg to do more than kiss on the lips. Since the make up was coming off anyways, he wiped the rest off with a tissue from the coffee table. "Oscar... I... I know. But please... don't try to cook when I am not here. I like cooking for you, ya know." Craig chuckled a little, then nuzzled under his friends chin. "Yeah, that's the hard part." He grumbled as he snuggled into his friend. That night, including every night he spent snuggled up to his best friend, he slept soundly.


Despite the cheerful season, things only got even more frustrating between Craig and Danny. Danny was working more often, and didn't seem to have time for Craig, while Craig even came up with an excuse or two that week not to see Danny. Typically it was because he was spending time with Oscar. Tonight, however, he was going to have Danny over for a dinner date, which meant he had to cook a difficult vegetarian hipster dinner. No glazed ham. Craig looked down at the tofu block in front of him. It's not like he never cooked with it, but never to make it the main portion of the meal. There was a spice bread cooking in the oven, but he doubted Oscar would like it since he made it without milk and without even eggs. It's not the added cooking rules that he disliked, it was the fact that Danny was so pretentious about it lately and insisted Craig do the same. That's why he was cooking so intensely when he was only with Oscar, because when he was with Danny, he couldn't eat like that.


He washed his hands and decided to wait to cook, since tofu would hardly take any time to cook. Just a half hour ago, he had handed Oscar a box of mistletoe to hang up in every door way that didn't actually have a door on it. The entrance to the hallway, the kitchen, the living room, then he told him to just sneak some here and there. Craig laughed a little and went over to Oscar who was hanging up the one in the livingroom. All he did was come over and inspect and maybe take a picture or two, but of course at that moment, the aforementioned hipster came in.


He didn't look all that happy and he looked even less so upon seeing what Craig and Oscar were doing. Just hanging up mistletoe! Craig couldn't do it since he was a little shorter than Oscar. "Enough mistletoe?" Danny mumbled as he hung his jacket up and took his boots off.


"Never enough mistletoe!" Craig joked, trying to lighten the mood. "They are so romantic!"


"I am not here enough for you to have any. Who are you going to kiss? Oscar?"


Craig frowned and gave a nasty look at Danny to shut up. He'd just got here and he was already being a nasty grinch. Danny sighed and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge to get a drink out when he noticed how jam packed full it was with food. Most of it was in preparation for his Christmas dinner with Oscar. So there was a ham in there, vegetables, chicken, more ham, so much ham. Danny said nothing but he made a scoff noise. Worse and worse. Danny was just being terrible and nasty today, but he never once yelled at Craig, which made it harder to fight.


The last one to put up was in the kitchen and despite the grinch he asked Oscar to put it up, since he was too short. Danny looked Oscar over with the jealousy that showed he'd now become weary of Oscar.


"We should be spending our Christmas dinner at my place."


"Your place isn't decorated at all..." Craig said sorrowfully. He awkwardly pulled at a few loose strands on his ugly reindeer sweater.


"So? It's not like these decorations matter. Hell, those are just an excuse to kiss more guys right?" Danny scoffed. "Or more like, him."


"Excuse me?"


And everything went to shit again. It was obvious that Craig didn't want to fight right now, especially when he was supposed to be cooking a Christmas dinner which was one of his favorite things (aside from eating said meal). Cheap stabs were taken at each other, from his so called 'cheesy decorations' to Danny being a poser. Then worse pokes about how Danny didn't like being seen in public, he was too much of a wuss to come out.


"At least I don't screw with any guy that I happen to meet at a bar!"


It's gut punching time, and Oscar would probably recognize that look in his face. "I don't even want to be together anymore!" Craig cried, literally. He was getting so worked up that he shed a few tears, but it wasn't just sorrow. "I don't want to wait five years, I don't want to not eat ham anymore and I want to Celebrate Christmas the happy way!" In a fit he took his apron off, tossed it on the ground and rolled up his sleeve to punch this idiot right in the stomach. Luckily, Oscar would probably hold him back.


"Then fine! Go off and sleep with any guy you meet! Go celebrate this materialistic holiday, go eat ham, it's not like you were fooling me anyways!" Danny went to the door to grab his coat to leave.


Craig turned to Oscar and grabbed the front of his shirt. "Oscar... you should just let me punch him!" If he was thinking more clearly he would have even described all the reasons why Danny needed to be punched. "Every. Fucking. Single. Bad Guy... I've dated them all!" He was hysterical and simply yelling at Oscar now because he had been yelling at Danny. "And the good guys are never gay!" He pushed Oscar back, like he had done back when they went to the bar. He pushed Oscar back again and started sobbing this time. Once more and he pushed Oscar back under the living room mistletoe.
 
Oscar was starting to get the impression that the ship of Danny and Craig was a ticking time bomb. It wasn't for lack of effort on Craig's behalf, who was now cooking a tofu christmas dinner - despite Oscar insisting that he'd gotten it wrong, and vegetarians lived purely on meat, and so he should probably cook the ham, right? - but Danny and Christmas seemed to be a deadly combination. He was just so gosh darn grumpy about everything even linked to it, and ever since finding out about Craig not being the virgin Mary and all, he'd been pricklier than ever.


That wasn't the worst part though. The worst part was that Oscar had been busted. God damn you mistletoe, he cursed mentally, glaring at the box of vegetation he carried, and was supposed to hang up. I should have burnt you whilst I had the chance. Unfortunately, under Craig's watchful eye, he couldn't just slip and oh so tragically accidentally set them on fire. He actually had high hopes that the D would be a total D-head and take them down for him.


When Danny did arrive, it was more tense than even he could have imagined. He returned Danny's sour glare with the best harmless smile he could manage. Don't blame me, I'm just Craig's bitch. You try and say no to him when he bribes you with food, or threatens you with an audio recording of your horrific singing. "Guys..." Oscar said weakly as they began graduating from bickering to a flat out shouting match, wincing somewhat when Craig made some harsh comments about Danny's reluctance to come out. Thankfully, Danny made one too many bitchy comments for Oscar to feel sorry for him, but that didn't mean he wanted him to get falcon-punched in the gut.


Catching Craig's arm and hooking one of his own around his waist to stop him from just tackling Danny, Oscar watched the arsehole storm out of the door. Merry Christmas to you too. "And let him call the hipster police? No thanks," Oscar said with a slow exhale, mighty glad that was over. Now it was time to play pick up the pieces and try to minimise the time Craig's spends crying in his bedroom. Normally this involved tubs of ice cream, cheesy movies, burying him in Oscar's more tame oversized sweaters, and cringe-worthy jokes that directed the anger at Oscar.


It wasn't worth this joke though. If he'd thought coming out with the hill race would have been shitty, this would be the worse. He couldn't think of any other terrible jokes to break out, though. Now definitely wasn't the time to come out. "Hey!" He said, his voice slightly hysterical though he was trying to go for mock protest, but that's what you get when your heart rates doing triple time and you think you're going to be sick. "I'm a good guy! Asshat."


Catching Craig's hands in an attempt to stop him from pushing him around again, though he didn't really mind since it was better than sobbing into his pillow, Oscar tried to look as calm and casual as possible, thinking maybe Craig was too angry to figure out what he said. Then he glanced up and- god fucking damn you mistletoe. Is this a sign from the movie gods? Probably was knowing those bastards. Fuck it, he thought, glancing back down at Craig. He can't kick me out during Christmas. Goes against his christmas spirit and all that crap.


Just a teensy bit terrified, he loosened his hold on Craig's hands and, going ever so slowly so that Craig could gut-punch him and run if he wanted, he leant down and kissed him.
 
"D-Don't call me an asshat you- you--!!" Craig didn't catch what Oscar had said, otherwise he probably would have been in shock. He tried to get his hands free, but Oscar held on tight. Instead of punching Oscar in the gut when his hands were let go, he took the glasses off and tossed them aside. He glanced up to see his mistletoe and it actually warmed him. But instead of just that thought warming him, the action was about to happen.


'I'm a good guy!' Oscar had said. Oscar was. What. What was going on. Did he simply say that because he thought he was a good guy, or... did he just out himself? Craig was shaking form both anger and a excitement, not a good combination. He awkwardly put his hand on Oscar's hands and leaned up into the kiss. It didn't even act all that long, since Craig actually pulled away first. The look on his face was pure shock. His eyes were so wide that they'd probably fall out of his eye sockets. His mouth was open slightly and he looked up at Oscar. After a moment of staring, he reached up and touched his cheeks, then forehead, then touched his own face. No, this wasn't a dream. "You don't smell like alcohol..." Never had a kiss left him so dazed and confused.


"Have you been smoking?! Drugs? Is it drugs?! W-Wait no! I am... not upset!" Craig became almost incoherent when he was confused like this. "W-Well no about the drugs I would be b-but the... oh my god you kissed me." He just realized that he pulled back almost too soon. Oscar was probably so sad on the inside. Thinking that Craig didn't like him or something. That kiss had been wonderful, but he couldn't say it out loud. "Since when were you gay?!" He said instead, still yelling hysterically at his friend.


Tears nearly came to his eyes because he had no idea what to do now. Was this because Danny had been an ass? Was this all because Oscar wanted Craig to have a good holiday? Thoughts like those made him finally cry and he grasped the front of Oscar's shirt tight. He huffed and cried, getting out all the pent up emotions through tears. When he finally had enough of crying, he pulled back and looked up at Oscar. The mistletoe was hung above them, but they already kissed. Gently he tugged Oscar to the kitchen and they stood under the kitchen mistletoe. Reaching up, he held either side of Oscar's head and he gently rubbed his cheek with his thumb.


"Yeah, you are a good guy..." The more Craig just looked into his eyes the more he realized that maybe he had this all backwards. Was Oscar that good of a guy to not speak up when he had feelings? Hell, he wouldn't put it past him. Craig was probably the oblivious idiot for not noticing his actual feelings. "I... never thought you were serious..." He said softly, remembering all the times they had awkwardly kissed. From drunken cuddles, to... actually almost all the times they kissed there was alcohol involved. But he hadn't even served alcohol yet. Tonight... maybe he would cook the smaller ham he had, since it wasn't actually Christmas yet. Next weekend, then he could make the best Christmas dinner, with ham, pie, potatoes and Oscar.


Leaning up, he gave Oscar a kiss on the lips, slow, like Oscar's had been before. He put his arms around Oscar's neck and pressed into the kiss. Lip rings were very nice and the thought made him turn bright red. During the kiss his eyes were shut tight, not wanting to see if Oscar was giving him a bad look for this. "This isn't just because you... are experimenting, or you feel bad for me right?" Craig had constantly told him, when he was drunk, that experimenting was okay, and hell, he knew he'd been flirty this whole Christmas season. He covered his face in embarrassment. "I didn't expect you to find out..." He said softly, peeking out from behind his hands a little bit.
 
It was entirely inappropriate, but Oscar couldn't help snorting at Craig's face after the kiss. He looked like a cartoon, which you know, wasn't really the reaction he wanted to receive after kissing the love of his life Craig, but it was still better than a punch to the gut. "Hey, I thought you were okay with the weed? Not that I've been doing much lately, since having the munchies around you and your bloody cooking is deadly," Oscar said in dry amusement, though maybe he should have claimed it was drugs since Craig had pulled back so quickly. In the movies, weren't they supposed to swoon into each other's arms, and tinkly piano music would start playing? All Oscar could hear was some cheesy Christmas song in the background, but he supposed it would have to do.


Oscar was about to give Craig another sassy answer to his second question, but then he started crying into the front of his shirt and he relented, instead just holding his head and stroking his hair. Crying definitely wasn't the reaction his kissing was supposed to elicit. "Geez Craig, I didn't think I was that bad a kisser," he mumbled lamely, resting his chin over the top of Craig's head as he kept sobbing, which made sense since he'd had something of a roller coaster day.


As Craig took his face in his hands, he didn't really know what to say. For once he didn't want to crack some lame as hell joke and laugh it off. Like a totally pussy he just wanted to gush about feelings and honesty and all that crap, and maybe kiss Craig again if that was okay. Apparently it was, because this time Craig kissed him, and he was more than happy to kiss back, gently resting both hands on the small of Craig's back as he deepened the kiss. Holy shit Craig was a good kisser. And he was so warm and fit so well and- fuck it, Oscar could die happy right now.


Resting his forehead against Craig's, he couldn't help laughing softly at his paranoia. "No, I think the past couple of months of panic, frustration, and generally just pining after you is a little beyond experimentation," he said, nudging Craig with an eskimo kiss because honestly he just wanted to kiss like anything, but also didn't want to rush things or freak Craig out or freak himself. Man this stuff was complicated. "Find out what?" Oscar asked with a smile, prying Craig's hands from his face and then sneaking another kiss because he was being so unfairly cute.


Maybe it was just because he had spent the past half a year wanting to do this, but kissing Craig felt like the single best experience of his life, even superseding Craig's amazing christmas dinners. Yeah. That good. Ah crap, he was probably doing this wrong. Craig had literally just broken up with Danny, this was probably rebound kissing, or revenge kissing, or something that Craig would end up regretting. "And not to be insecure or anything, but this isn't just fuck-you-hipster-king kissing, right?" Would Oscar reject it if it was? He seriously didn't want things to end up awkward between them afterwards. "Because underneath my gorgeous craggy exterior I'm secretly very fragile, and whilst the last thing in the world right now I want to do is stop kissing you, I... yeah."
 
Craig felt like he was going to melt into Oscars arms, as corny as theat sounded. He was so gentle, but kissed him deeply. Hell, he wasn't a bad kisser at all and the taste of metal was kind of nice. This is Oscar. I'm kissing Oscar. Inside, his stomach was doing flip flops and his heart was racing to the point he felt a little light headed, which is why they broke the kiss. His eyes were half lidded and his mouth was still open. This was almost too good to be true, that Oscar really had been pinning after him these past months, all those good gestures, where Oscar just encouraged him to make him happy. It all felt that much more meaningful. "Past couple of months... Really? Is it... corny to say I've been feeling the same?" He let out a deflating sigh and leaned against Oscar. "I'm a terrible boyfriend, sneaking kisses with you while you were drunk while I was with Danny." The eskimo kiss was definitely cute and he leaned up to kiss Oscar's nose. This wasn't fair in the least, Oscar was just too sweet for him.


Really. He asked that with a smile, then, then kissed him again! Oscar was more calm and collected than he was right now and Craig was supposed to be the experienced one. "F-Find out that--" Craig was all choked up and blushing. "That... That maybe. I... I like you and..." Oh god he was literally the lamest thing to have been born. Craig moved his hands to around Oscar's waist and smiled up at him. "N-No!" Craig nearly shouted at his friend for that. "No no god no. You idiot. I... You are so embarrassing." He covered his face again and tilted it down. He felt the same, he didn't want to stop kissing but he had to cook dinner. "S-So... you... like me... and I like you..." The boy poked his fingers together in thought. "So... that means... you want to go out?" The boy nearly cried after saying that because honestly, he had never asked anyone that. Everyone always asked him. It was something he always wanted to try and do, but damn it wasn't easy!


Leaning up, he gave Oscar another kiss and this time when he pulled back, the last thing in his mouth was the piercing, not that he pulled particularly hard. "Maybe... we should... get started on dinner...?" The boy suggested, though his eyes suggested something completely different. Not to hit the sack right away, but he wanted to keep kissing and maybe go snuggle on the couch now. Again he kissed Oscar, growing addicted to doing so. Maybe the kisses were slightly in revenge, and out of slight desperation, but it was desperation for his friend after all this time. How could he hold back any longer?


"Do... you want to hold the spoon while I cook, hun?" That's it, he deflated and died. He groaned loudly and his face was as red as a tomato. He couldn't do it, he couldn't call Oscar hun, or sweet heart, or any of those names he used with Danny. "Oscar. My Oscar?" Nope, those just made steam come out of his ears. Craig's flirting game was pretty shitty right about now and he couldn't even act cute anymore. Normally he would be right up against Oscar, smiling and flirting and sneaking kisses but now that the cat was out of the bag he didn't know what to do. "I've stopped working." He grumbled out. Never had he experienced this before, such a complicated, yet simple relationship.


They could literally call each other whatever, from dinodork to honeybunch and they'd never get upset at each other but unfortunately Craig was so embarrassed right now. Even worse, he probably looked like crap since he had been crying. He rubbed under his eyes and even the good make up he wore was coming off with his salty tears. Oscar's shirt was a dark color but he could still see the slight wet stain from his crying and it only helped in making him even more nervous. Craig did have one last question for Oscar.


"Oscar... you... weren't gay before this. Are you sure you are okay with dating... a guy?" And all the trouble that came with it. From shit in public (though Craig would have a lot more lenience if he was nervous being in public for a while), to not having fun tits to play with. Even if Oscar was attracted to him personality wise, he didn't want Oscar to have to sacrifice his physical pleasure just to be with him.
 
So they had kissed when he'd been drunk. It wasn't as if Oscar hadn't sort of figured that one out already, but the confirmation both made him grimace and smile, because he was pretty sure Craig hadn't been that drunk that night. Moreover he could help grinning at how flustered Craig was, stammering his words, and what on earth had happened to the man who turned on his ace game at bars and could seduce a man in five minutes? Not that Oscar didn't find his awkwardness utterly endearing and kind of comforting, since he felt like he was way past dorky and cheesy too.


"Yes," Oscar managed to say before Craig kissed him again, his mind throwing a tiny party as he realised he and Craig were now actually going out. Woah. Scary thoughts. That made this all a very real and sort of official thing. Did this mean he should tell people, or would Craig want to keep the fact that he was dating the world's biggest loser a secret? Gods, what would Craig's parents think? Probably that Oscar was corrupting their darling son somehow. His parents... he'd deal with later. More worthy of focus was how Craig seemed to be developing a habit of tugging on his lip ring, which was certainly not something he minded.


"Mmm, try not to think I've been replaced by an alien clone or anything but," Oscar said, carefully walking Craig over to the sofa, tipping him down onto it, and then happily clambering on top, "I don't mind having dinner late if you don't. Not that I don't consider holding the spoon a great honour, hun," Oscar mimicked, grinning goofily at how fucking weird it was to call Craig that. Holy crap though. Craig being all nervous and shy was quite possibly the single most charming thing on earth. Yeah no, cooking was definitely out of the question until he'd successfully kissed the life out of this muppet.


Leaning down to do just that, Oscar hesitated as Craig asked him his last question. It was fine by now though, the bisexual panic was long over with and he was pretty chill with it. He got enough shit for his fashionable attire and weight that he was pretty much used to prejudice and dealing with it, especially from being Craig's bestie in high school, so it wasn't like he didn't know how to handle it. "Craig, you may be the most attractive male on earth, but you didn't turn me gay or anything. Besides, it's not like liking you stopped me liking the ladies or anything. I just... like both. Including the D - not the Danny D, the other- oh for fucks sake," Oscar mumbled, dropping his head onto Craig's chest and really wishing he'd gone with outing himself with the hill race. He couldn't be going more awkwardly than this after all. "I hope you're aware you're dating the world's biggest loser now. As if you didn't already know."


Going slowly, both not to rush Craig and because he was nervous as hell, Oscar kissed Craig gently on the lips, jaw, then the neck. "Is this... alright?" He asked, realising in one great holy-shit moment that he'd never been with a guy and thus had no idea what the details were. Did they work the same as ladies? He was a guy, so he really ought to know these things, but what if it was more complicated than that? He really should have like... researched this stuff or something. Somehow he felt like the gay porn Craig had made him watch at times wasn't a great guideline to go by, especially since foreplay never seemed to exist in that world, let alone just kissing on a couch. Even Danny the hipster king probably had more know-how than him in this area. As for Craig, Craig had been with enough guys to know how these things worked, and thus judge him for being completely incompetent. Maybe he should have chosen cooking. Cooking (in his case) just involved holding a spoon. Kissing suddenly seemed a lot more complex.
 
He hadn't realized they were walking backwards to the couch until it hit the back of his legs and he dipped down onto it. Of course with his arms around Oscar, he brought him down too. Normally he would have been giggling and happy, but he was so nervous and shy, an honest shy, not just his flirting one. "Oh god no don't call me hun it's so weird I'm so sorry." Oscar was killing him with how cute and dorky he was being. It was actually pretty calm of him to do that because Craig was just a gooey mess of romantic shit. His chest was staring to hurt and as cliche as it sounded, it felt as though his heart were about to jump out of his chest. Craig laughed when Oscar explained he liked the D, the actual D. "Yeah, yeah I understand. Well, with that knowledge I will make damn sure you are well taken care of." It made him happy to know that he wasn't the only one struggling to come up with things to say correctly. Gently he patted Oscar's back, then just ran his fingers over his spine.


"Yeah, and I am no better." And he didn't just say that to lighten the mood. Craig was a loser. Literally he would burn all his clothes and walk around naked if he could, and sing frozen while naked (which he did sometimes in the shower at least). They kissed again and then... his jaw... and his neck. It felt so good, to have kisses trailing downward, but he also didn't want to make Oscar do that right away. Despite being without for nearly half a year, it's not like he didn't have other ways of entertaining himself. Craig was still totally unaware that Oscar knew he had those sorts of things and would probably die of embarrassment upon being found out.


"H-Haahh hhuuh?!" He covered his mouth and then his whole face. He hadn't meant to moan! But it felt so good. Good thing his singing voice was nothing like his moans and groans. "O-Oscar wait... Ohh... my goodness..." At least his neck was clean of hickies today, since Danny hadn't paid attention to him since their fight almost a week ago. "Y-Yes it's... okay." It was hard to say anything without having a slight panic attack. For now it was okay, but he didn't know how he felt about continuing so quickly. He swallowed the lump in his throat, then pushed his friend in the sitting up position. He wanted to make sure Oscar knew he was being serious.


Never, in any relationship he had, did he get a good response after saying this next line: "We should wait... to do that, you know..." He said softly in Oscar's ear. Craig was well aware that Oscar probably didn't know exactly what to do. It wasn't so much different with a guy than a guy, minus a few parts, add other parts, it was pretty much the same concept. "But believe me, we won't be waiting for five years." That's all he said about Danny and would leave it at that. To be honest, no matter how much prep they did it would still leave him with a few aches probably and chances are he wouldn't be up for cooking after. So, maybe on a night where they had more time and were more calm they could do it. Though he really really hoped that Oscar wasn't upset. "I'm sorry... Please don't be upset."


Leaning in, he kissed Oscar on the lips again and licked his friends lips. Upon his lips he mumbled: "You are... pretty good at kissing..." Craig pulled him back down on the couch and realized that whenever they snuggled, usually Oscar was on the bottom and he snuggled on top of him. He'd been in relationships were it went both ways, but he wasn't quite sure how Oscar would take to that. They had all the time in the world and Oscar was comfortable to talk to, even if he was tongue tied (literally) right now.


Pulling back, he rested his head on the couch pillow and smiled up at Oscar. "I... I really like that lip piercing. Maybe... you will get your tongue pierced..." Craig said in quite the suggestive manner. In a teasing way, his hand ran down over Oscar's chest, inching it's way down, down, but of course as soon as he felt the hem of Oscar's pants, he moved his hand back up. He wasn't ready to do that and he could imagine that Oscar wasn't either, but it was fun to tease right? It had really... really been a while since he had so much fun. Leaning up, he kissed Oscar's ear and licked over each and every one of his piercings.


Craig was obviously feeling a bit flip floppy between what he said and what he really wanted to do. Of course he wanted to fool around, but wasn't that bad on the first night? He bit his lip a few times and looked very indecisive about it. "N-No... let's... your room..." He whispered softly into Oscar's ear. "I want to see if a certain part of you likes me as much as your lips do..."
 
"I agree," Oscar said, and he meant it. Craig actually moaning beneath him was- well, not something he was going to think about too much if he wanted to hold that resolve, and he definitely wasn't agreeing because he didn't want to do you know. Considering how he'd been convinced Craig was going to get married off just a week ago, and had just been harbouring a far too deep crush on his best friend, if they did that tonight then he wasn't sure he could go that fast - his brain still needed time to catch up with the miracle that Craig was kissing him back, let alone the rest of it.


In fact, without being paranoid about knowing what to do when it came down to that right now, Oscar relaxed more. Leaning down, he kissed up Craig's neck to the shell of his ear, feeling like he really could get used to this, and smiled into his skin as he got worried over upsetting him. "Craig, the last thing I want to do is rush you. Or me for that matter. You do realise you're the one who knows what they're doing in this area, right?" He very nearly referred to him as dino-sensei, but somehow had the feeling that that wasn't very good 'sexy talk'. Craig certainly seemed a lot better at it, and Oscar got all stupidly pleased at Craig not deeming him awful at the whole kissing affair, especially since this was coming from Craig.


As the kissing broke off, Oscar took Craig's words as confirmation that he hadn't been imagining him toying with his lip piercing. Sniggering as Craig trailed his hand down, Oscar just raised an eyebrow and mused over the suggestion. He could certainly see the potential benefits to it. "Maybe I will," Oscar said, equally suggestive as he shifted on the sofa to sit more directly across Craig, "If you agree to help me choose one." That decision was confirmed as Craig went to town on the rest of his piercings, which Oscar had honestly never imagined as being a thing, but seven hells, where had Craig learnt to do that?


It was kind of fun toeing the line between fooling around and seriously kissing, and the fact that it was Craig made it so much easier and less complicated than all the other times. True, it was awkward in a different sort of way in that this was his best friend he was making serious innuendoes with, but not unpleasant. It made them both way too flustered, and Craig was perfect in how dithering he was being. Though Oscar was well inclined to investigate Craig's proposed mystery too, he also knew what his answer was. "I think we should do dinner first, before going any further," he said, by which he was somewhat including the whole evening. They'd gone from Craig crying over Danny to proposing bedroom time to him in under thirty minutes, and that kind of raised a few alarm bells with Oscar. Even if Craig did feel the same way, and everything was perfect, it had still been a pretty emotional day for him. Oscar didn't want him rushing anything he'd regret later, just because he was high on hormones or whatever. "Not to prioritise food over you or anything."


Sitting up now felt like the most difficult thing in the world, and most of him was telling him to lean forward instead of back, but with a great deal of willpower he managed it. "I don't want to invalidate your feelings or anything but... I also don't want what happened with Danny to influence your decision on whether or not you want to..." When did explaining things get so damn hard? Normally in relationships he didn't care enough to be this awkward, so things were fine. Damn emotional investment. "It's not that I don't want to. Trust me. I just think we should give it time to uh... make sure." Wow, he sounded like such a cliche maiden here, being all 'we should wait till we know in our hearts!' but since this was Craig, it was easy enough to just grin and say, "Maybe we should give it... oh... I don't know. Five years?" Before flopping back down over Craig and heartlessly kissing him again to ensure that he knew he was taking the piss with that last part.


"Far more importantly than your emotional welfare: food!" Oscar said, sitting himself up on the sofa arm and looking down at Craig to make sure he wasn't deeply offended by Oscar's rejection of finding out about other parts of his anatomy. In retrospect, he had no idea how he hadn't just heard that line and carried Craig - maybe not even over his shoulder this time - over to his room. He could understand how Craig got people naked so easily when he had lines like that, which gave Oscar an odd but good shivering sensation as it played back in his head. "I'm wasting away here."
 
"I see. I know. My cooking is all I'm good for." Craig said with a playful snicker when Oscar said they should have dinner first. Leaning forward, he decided to leave him with quite the kiss that sounded exactly like the suction from an octopus. Their lips came apart with a pop this time and he laughed. He laughed during a kiss? That was new. "Mm Oscar... Yeah, I know, let's take time. I mean, you have to go watch informational videos anyways." Craig was joking around (sort of), but he did nod and give Oscar a very reassuring smile. This day needed to end without too much excitement, but maybe just a little cuddling and a nice dinner. They'd eat so much they'd both fall into food comas and never wake up. How romantic. Sort of like a double suicide. Not romantic. Craig's smile faded and he narrowed his eyes at Oscar. "Five years?! You piece of---" He was cut off in a kiss and started laughing. He wrapped his arms around his attacker and couldn't stop his excessive laughter.


"Oh god I hate you sometimes. And like bloody flippin hell you are wasting away you lazy fat cat." The model stretched out on the couch and arched his back. He pulled his shirt up a bit to reveal his stomach which was a little more full now. He kneeded his fingers into it and squished it. Craig finally sat up and shoved his face into Oscar's stomach and in a muffled voice he said: "This is my favorite. I am fattening you up to one day eat you." Craig laughed a bit, paused and then looked up at Oscar suggestively since that could definitely be taken in more than one way now. He really did like Oscar's body, even if his roommate might not believe him. Craig might have had the body of a god and worked with a bunch of other god creature things, but hell, they all looked fake. Besides, Oscar was a little squishy so he could sleep on him. He would take soft over hard abs any day but didn't know how to say that without sounding bad.


"Okay okay, you annoying whiner. Let's go make you an excessive amount of food." Craig got up and stretched. He pulled his shirt back down and went to the kitchen. He picked up the apron from his floor and looked at the tofu still sitting on the counter. Now what the hell was he going to do with it? He didn't particularly like tofu. He poked it with his finger and watched it jiggle like an ugly white jello. He then poked his finger into it and immediately regretted it.


"Oh god that's the grossest feeling and literally I've... I'm not going to finish that sentence." He slid the plate over to Oscar. "Dispose of this. Do not set it on fire." From the fridge he got out the smaller of the two hams he had and set it on the counter. Since the ham would take the longest he started it first. First a sweet, sticky glaze and of course a few pineapple rings. "Hm, since there is no possible way you can make potatoes spontaneously combust..." He raised an eyebrow at Oscar. I bet he can. "Go peel..." No the peeler was sharp. "No nevermind, just wash them. Don't touch the peeler, don't cut them, just wash them. Maybe about five of them." He kissed Oscar's cheek and chuckled a little bit. His cute little helper who couldn't actually help without hurting himself or setting things on fire. How Oscar managed to live this long was a mystery.


"Oh wait wait I forgot the most important thing!" He scurried off to the kitchen pantry and opened the closet. Hanging on the inside of the door was his assortment of aprons that his mother gave him. Most of them were just a solid color brown or white, but he had some cute ones that he never wore. With an evil grin he peeked over at Oscar, then looked through his aprons. Of course, in light of the season, he brought out a dark blue apron with snowflakes on it. "I've always wanted a cooking buddy~" He said in a very cute tone. Oscar would probably try to wiggle his way out of wearing it, but Craig put on his best cute act, with wide eyes and a very sweet smile. "Oscar..." Craig kissed Oscar on the lips and hooked the apron over his head.


Craig did the majority of the cooking, but he really loved cooking. He loved it more that Oscar was beside him, usually just getting in the way, or there for kisses and to hold various cooking utensils that he didn't really need, but he was there regardless. Once the last pie was in the oven with the ham he let out a content sigh. Not done yet. He took the boiled potatoes off the stove and strained them. He put them in a large bowl and handed Oscar the masher. "There is really no way you can mess this up. All you have to do is mash them." He poured in a tiny bit of cream, butter and some green onion. While Oscar was mashing them, he hugged him from behind and nuzzled into Oscar's back.


Just thinking about the fact that he could do this without worrying about... well, all the shit he had been worrying about made him sigh happily. There was a whole new list of things to worry about, one of which wasn't really a worry, but more of a thought. They both had separate rooms. It's not like they had to do anything if they snuggled together and the couch was rather cramped. After a while of being alone, he didn't really want Oscar in his room without him... getting rid of some things first, or at least taking them out from under his pillow. "Maybe... tonight... I can sleep in your room?" He said shyly into Oscar's back. "N-Not to... do anything, I mean, to do cuddling maybe."
 
Informational...? Oh. Oh. Esh. Oscar really hoped the real world wasn't like the porn world. All that grunting and looks of immense pain. True he was new to this, but he was pretty sure half of it wasn't possible. Honestly, he'd rather bear the humiliation and listen to Craig explain stuff to him that watch those videos for educational purposes. Plus Craig was cuter and whey more arousing so really, porn was a little defunct now. Oh my god though, Oscar realised internally, straight porn should now be twice the fun. My life is awesome.


"Meow," Oscar said flatly with a crooked smirk, poking Craig's exposed stomach with his toes and oh lord, now whenever Craig exposed anything it was okay for him to think you know, those kinds of things about him. He wondered what Craig's standing was on hickeys outside of the neck area... biting down on his lower lip, he played with Craig's hair as he snuggled into his stomach, admittedly a little relieved. Since he'd been out of a relationship for so long he hadn't really bothered with the whole rigorous body-watching or anything, but if Craig had wanted him to be skinnier he would have tried shaping up. He kind of liked not being thin though - especially since Craig's cooking existed - so he appreciated Craig saying he didn't mind either. "Food kinks I can handle. Cannibalism not so much," Oscar said, understandably slow given the vaguely dazed, kiss-happy state he was in, before- "Oh. Oh." Flushing crimson, he tried not to picture that too vividly in order to be fit for cooking.


"Have I ever mentioned that I-" Oscar started reeling off his usual adorations as Craig headed for the kitchen, before catching himself. Wow. Saying that now would mean a whole lot more. It wasn't just a joke, it could mean a whole lot of serious things. "- think you're the perfect wife slash husband slash person?" He quickly filled in, hoping Craig hadn't noticed the jump. He didn't know whether or not using his other usual praise was valid. He felt like it was, but that could just be the we've-just-started-dating hype. Moreover, whether or not he was ready to say it yet.


I can't believe I'm worrying about this already, Oscar muttered to himself mentally. Just enjoy the moment you idiot. "Aww. I was really looking forward to burning this..." Oscar said in a whiny moan, looking at the tofu with a mix of malicious glee and horror. How could anyone be vegetarian when this was the alternative to the sweet glory of meat? It looked so... sad. "I am however now determined to find out how that sentence would have finished..." Turning on the tap, he stared down the potatoes, grimacing. Come on, he could do this, he'd been training for this. Just apply water. Simples.


Okay, so he turned the tap too far and half soaked himself, and dropped the potatoes twice. Nothing caught fire. He wasn't bleeding. Things were going swell. "I... could peel if you want...?" He offered, already knowing the answer given the fiasco washing the bloody - thankfully not literally - things had been. Fortunately Craig hadn't witnessed it thanks to his 'important thing', which inevitably turned out to be more christmas themed stuff. "I feel like a pretty princess," Oscar said in deadpan, though it was difficult to resist grinning at Craig's seduction method. How he was ever going to say no to this idiot, he had no idea. Begrudgingly, he tied it round the back to look the part and then leant against the counter. New benefits to 'helping' with cooking: it was an excuse to shamelessly check out Craig when he was in his element and perfectly confident in what he was doing. Jesus christ I'm lucky.


Mashing the potatoes, Oscar felt very proud that he hadn't cocked anything up yet - disregarding how he got the masher the wrong way round at first - and getting snuggled into from behind made him go so far as to even enjoy it. He weighed up the pros and cons of attempting to wake up early and make Craig breakfast tomorrow, hoping he would at least appreciate the sentiment if he burned the apartment down. "I'd like that," Oscar said softly, abandoning the mashed potatoes to turn around and face Craig, kissing him and wishing they could skip dinner and go to cuddling in bed right now. Wow, what the hell had Craig done to him? "Actually, one condition. You can't wear your black magic concealer to bed."


The food was probably done, right? Oscar sure hoped so, because dismissing it as done he moved Craig back against a counter and lifted him up onto it after checking it was clear, gently nudging the bread bin out of the way. Smirking impishly, he leant forwards and kissed Craig's cheek, "Looks like you've got some butter there," Oscar mumbled into his skin, before kissing his forehead, "and flour here." Dropping down, he returned to his neck. "Now I'm just kissing you because you're adorable and can cook, not for hygiene reasons."


He honestly didn't see how they were ever going to get anything done ever again. He felt like kissing Craig was going to have to be a permanent occupation. Why did jobs and school exist? On that note, he wondered what Beth would say when he told her... "Hey um, Craig. Are we going to tell people about this by the way? Because I mean, I'd love to. But..." But you probably have a reputation to maintain, and if Danny heard I feel like he might return with burning hipster fury and if he's mean to you again I'll be gut-punching him right along with you. "It's up to you."
 
Last edited by a moderator:
"Husband wife person. You sure know how to charm someone." Craig said with a chuckle, finding the compliments that Oscar typically said, much more meaningful now. He liked that Oscar had said those compliments before, and especially now. Unlike the freckled mess, Oscar actually was acting more calm. "And you are a good pet leech." He caught the pause in between what Oscar had said and knew it was too soon to really say those words. Hell, Craig didn't want to say them right now simply because he just broke off with Danny. Oscar probably wouldn't believe him fully. Besides, they weren't rushing into the bedroom, they weren't rushing to get married, therefore they didn't need to rush to shower each other with seriously romantic words.


Craig watched the terrible potato scene, but at this point he wasn't surprised. As long as he didn't somehow set anything on fire he was okay. "You are my pretty princess." Sometimes he wondered if Oscar ever really got upset at anything he did. Even when he just went along with things he actually had a really good attitude about it, or he would somehow see the light in it. Craig kissed the back of Oscar's neck and debated tickling him, but the potatoes would probably fall on the floor and it wasn't so easy to clean potatoes once they had hit the floor.


"Black magic? Oh come now, it's better than spots all over my face..." He said with a blush. Hell, Danny probably didn't even know he had those freckles on his face. Not many people knew since he didn't want people to know. Everyone had something they were self concious about and those were it for Craig. Not his terrible singing, not his Christmas obsession, but the freckles that dotted his face and other areas of his body if he tanned. Since it was winter he was actually rather pale right now so the only freckles that showed up where on his face. That's not the only reason he wore concealer though. He wasn't the perfect person and even he got blemishes every now and again. Though, this airbrush prince would never let his snowflake baka see him like that.


He chuckled a bit as he was lifted up and couldn't resist putting his legs around Oscar's hips. Craig put his arms around Oscar's neck and he idly played with his soft hair. "I do not you liar~" But he still giggled and pushed his cheek into the kiss. Who knew that his idiot, dork of a roommate could be so romantic. This is what he wanted in a relationship. Granted, this is how Danny and him had started and even Keegan. They had been so passionate and sweet with each other. But Oscar didn't pressure him for anything. If Craig really didn't want something, he had the confidence to say no to Oscar without any backlash. "Noo no flour, you are lying! You are just kiss...ing... me..." The kisses to his neck felt amazing and he let out a long happy sigh. "Oscar..." He ran his fingers through his friends hair and pulled his head closer into his neck a little bit. As Oscar knew, he had plenty of cover up to conceal the hickies, if Oscar wanted to leave any on him. Or, he would wear them out loud and proud.


"Y-You want to tell people...? Really?!" Craig stared at him, shocked at first, but then realized Oscar probably took that the wrong way. "I-I want to tell people too! You aren't... embarrassed...?" Maybe now that they were no longer in high school it wouldn't matter so much that they were together. The biggest shock factor would probably be the fact that they had been best friends for so long and they were very different from each other. "I-I do want to tell people. I was a bit afraid you wouldn't want to. I want to tell people at work, I want to brag about you, I want to tell my parents and a-and I don't actually have that many friends but I'll tell people and when we go in public maybe I can hold your hand and--" He huffed a bit and stopped his rant of disbelief. "And maybe... I can kiss you in public..." Craig leaned in and gave him a very thankful kiss. With Danny, they hadn't been very public, but now he thought of all the things they could do together, like holding hands while out doing errands, Craig could snuggle into his back while on his bike and hell, he could tell off anyone who had the audacity to make fun of Oscar. "You are taking this whole coming out thing a lot better than I did..." Hell, Craig had been an embarrassed mess when he came out. But people were cruel in high school. Luckily he had Oscar, and now Oscar had Craig.


The kitchen smelled of delicious ham and pie now. He didn't want to stop kissing Oscar, but he wanted to eat. So, he wiggled his way off the counter. Date time. Oscar knew the drill, use the nice Christmas china Craig's mother had given him and by god don't break any of it. Craig dished out everything into the beautiful white porcelain and gold trim serving bowls. Potatoes, cooked cinnamon carrots, fresh hot rolls, and then of course, the ham. Normally they ate at the counter, but this time he encouraged Oscar to set up their small kitchen table which they didn't use often, but the table was always folded and tucked away near the pantry. He set the ham in the center of the table and for a moment just admired the spread. "Wine? Wine. Wine? It's okay right?" People drank wine on dates right? Craig was setting everything up according to his little romantic fantasy and he smacked Oscar's hand with a spoon before he could take anything. "I'll take a picture first before you put your grubby little fingers into the food." He used his actual camera to take a picture of their practice Christmas dinner. "I'll set the timer. Sit, sit we will get a picture." He positioned the camera on the counter and quickly took his seat. Craig reached across the table and gently took Oscar's hand, then smiled into the camera. "Merry... Christmas Oscar..." He said, trying to sound romantic but hell, he was so embarrassed.


He cut the large ham into slices so his now idiot boyfriend wouldn't hurt himself. Since he was acting as the host, he served Oscar his plate before digging in for himself. "Meat meat meat meat yesss...." He muttered under his breath. Craig was in no way a dainty eater, which was sometimes a turn off for people, he thought, but Oscar never seemed to mind. "Tomorrow... I was going to go out shopping. I still need to buy some last minute gifts and maybe... you'll want to go out for a coffee...?" A date. He was asking Oscar out on a date, as if Oscar wouldn't come shopping with him otherwise. "Or if you have work that's okay or after your work... we could..." The freckled mess covered his face. "I can't do it, you ask me on a date instead. I am not used to asking!"
 
"How can you not like them?" Oscar asked, genuinely not understanding as he tried to spot the freckles through Craig's concealer, but the stuff was too thick and well applied for him to stand a chance; after all, he hadn't even noticed they existed for several years. Definite black magic. Maybe he could kiss it off... or Craig might get a little weirded out if he just started pawing at his face with his mouth on a freckle-hunt. "And yes, I want to tell people," Oscar said, grinning into the skin of his neck, making a mental note to return to it in the fabled cuddling in bed. After Craig had been forced to be so covert in public with Danny, Oscar had more than twigged that being able to be open about another relationship would make him happy. Besides, Oscar wasn't embarrassed by Craig in the slightest. Well, maybe a little bit for the Christmas thing, but more in an indignant protectiveness way than anything else. Craig was after all the airbrushed prince, whilst Oscar was... well, neither of those things.


He could totally go public with this. Beth's face would be hilarious. Craig's co-workers would be worth pissing off/confusing the hell out of? Honestly Oscar had never been that PDA in a relationship before; they'd just never been those sorts of relationships. He'd only ever had two serious-ish ones before, and one of those had been in high school, the other very much isolated from the public. He'd never really done much of the whole hand holding down the streets or making out on a train kind of thing. But how hard could it be? "Yeah well, you did it in high school, which seemed a hell of a lot scarier," Oscar said, his tone darkening at recalling how well people had taken it back then and how Craig had been treated. But people were more grown up about it now. Probably.


Doing as he had been taught, Oscar laid out the things. "Wine is definitely okay," he said, never having been picky with his drink. Wine felt so date-like though. As did the whole meal at a table and, wow. He was on a date with Craig. Again, sort of, but this time they were going out. Still trying not to freak out about that fact, Oscar muttered to himself, pretty sure he should be hyperventilating right about then. Instead he seemed to have gone into a state of surreal ultra-calm, waiting for the holy-shit to kick in. Part of him still felt like it was waiting for Craig to slip out of the rebound and awkwardly explain that the whole thing was a mistake.


Slowly turning crimson as he dug himself into a mental hole, Oscar worked on automatic and took Craig's hand, grinning his usual goofy as hell grin at the camera as he had a baby heart attack, or as Craig would say, his kokoro was going doki doki. "Merry christmas perfect wife husband person." Chill dude, his inner voice warned him, otherwise he'd end up screwing this whole thing up by being too paranoid or too nervous to too cautious. And Craig was so cute, even as he went all caveman on the meat, making Oscar snicker even as he had a mental breakdown. He felt like he'd gone too far too quickly, liked Craig too much too soon. Was that a bad thing?


"Thank you, kind sir," Oscar said quietly with a half smile as Craig served him the meat, determined not to let his own undeserved concern ruin anything for Craig, particularly not when he'd made such amazing, perfect food. "How hard it must have been for you, all these years of being asked out by people! Leaving you sorely unprepared for the real world," Oscar teased, nudging Craig's foot under the table, hesitating before returning it and rubbing the back of Craig's calf with his toes. "I'd love to have coffee with you, Craig, particularly since you asked so nicely." It was comforting to know he wasn't the only one slightly unsure of himself. They'd gone out for coffee or drinks a million times before, but that had always been as friends; would things be different now?


Digging into the food - dear god, how the hell could Craig cook so well? - Oscar mulled over the onslaught of questions in his head before shrugging to himself; they'd figure it out on the way. Looking up over at Craig, he couldn't help being a total dork and just grinning to himself at the fact that Craig had asked him out, trying to bite back on the smile and failing miserably. Under the table, he casually played footsie with the man opposite him, trying to look as innocent and unaware as possible. He felt like such a teenager, but it was too much fun to resist, challenging Craig to an unspoken game of gay chicken as he ran his toes up the back and side of Craig's leg, seeing how far he could go before either one of them bailed.


"So... when did you decide that I was worthy of being found attractive?" Oscar said conversationally, still pretending that what was going on under the table wasn't happening, blissfully eating away at Craig's heaven sent food. It felt like an awkward topic, but somehow it felt easier to discuss it when he was being a shameless bastard with the footsie thing. "Because I personally blame your stupid expensive underwear for my great gay awakening or whatever it's called." He wondered too if Craig still had that underwear now that he'd left C.K... oh look, the mental images were back, and this time rather than freaking him out, they kind of just made him want to eat faster to skip to dragging Craig off to bed. And revealing the freckles.
 
Craig wondered if it was obvious how much of a date this was like. His plan for Christmas was slightly different, but not much so. He always wanted to hold a Christmas party but actually Craig was a little shy in that department. He'd have to go out and make better friends in the new year. His stomach still felt flip floppy, but not because of being with Oscar. It flip flopped and hurt because he wasn't with Danny. He was used to texting him often so he would check his phone, he'd send pictures of his decorations even though the grump would usually ignore it. As they sat down for their meal, he turned into a bucket of blushies as he was called the perfect wife, husband person again. He covered his face, but behind those hands he was smiling like a mad man. Oscar could probably see his cheeks peeking out the sides of his hands. "Can't you think of a better nickname for me?" Craig sighed and smiled at Oscar, feeling as though he would probably melt into a puddle of goo if Oscar kept this up.


So far things were going actually rather normal. Aside from the new meaning behind these cute words, Oscar wasn't being too different than he normally was. Was he? He couldn't tell actually since he was still smiling in that goofy way, and calling him kind sir. Craig was the one at a loss for words. He didn't want to poke fun at his friend like he usually did. "It did leave me unprepared! It's not like... this is the first time I've liked you, ya know." He took a bite of his meat and swallowed it hard without chewing as he felt Oscar's toes rub up the back of his leg. He put his fork down and gave Oscar a shrewd look. "We might be dating now but you are still a dino butt."


It was becoming extremely difficult to eat with Oscar's toes trailing up his leg. He was trying to ignore it, like Oscar was. Better yet, it was time to get even. First, he took a long gulp of wine, as classy as that was. He then pulled his leg away from the game of footsy and placed it on Oscar's chair, right at his crotch. From there, he was pretty sure Oscar would choke on his dinner and that made him grin wickedly.


Craig went back to eating and focused on the potatoes. While Oscar was simply enjoying the food he was actually deciding what needed more work. The potatoes were slightly dry, so maybe a little more milk next time. At the question he put his fork down and took a sip of the wine. "You are rather oblivious. It's not like you are unattractive. You are handsome, though..." Craig's eyes narrowed at Oscar, but he was confident his teasing was a hell of a lot worse than having him drag those toes up his leg. "Maybe... what I find attractive, others don't. L-Like your goofy smile... Those piercings..." Actually the piercings thing was new now that he got up close and personal with them. The wine was making him slightly more confident and talking like this became easier, but it was still a pain in the ass to put up with Oscar playing footsie. "I feel like it's so corny to say... but just..." How should he put it? Craig waved his hand, motioning to all that was Oscar. "I like all of that. I like it!"


He took another sip of the wine but this time spat it out in laughter. "Gay awakening?" Craig laughed and put on a very cute smile. "Oh yeah? Well then my plan worked. It took a damn long time, but it worked." He finished up most of his meal and started on seconds. After not eating meat for so long he was really working at the ham. There was plenty of wine left but he didn't go for extra. It wasn't a high alcohol content, so it's not like one glass would get him drunk. All this talk of their new relationship was slightly freaking him out. Only in time would they both become comfortable, so he switched the topic to the meal and how he was thinking of changing some things.


After dinner, as much as he wanted to just drag Oscar to bed, he forced himself to at least get the left overs in the fridge. He let Oscar dry as he hand washed the china from his parents. The other dishes were put in the dishwasher and the pots were left in the sink to soak. He'd deal with them tomorrow. "I'm going to shower first, then... I'll go to your room." Craig gave Oscar a kiss on the lips and then went off to the bathroom. Like usual he turned on the radio in the bathroom but he didn't start singing right away. The warm shower calmed him down and eventually he did start singing because Christmas music came on. He scrubbed off all the cover up, which wasn't just on his face. The tops of his shoulders also had freckles and around his collarbone there were some freckles. Instead of dabbing on cover up (more like caking it on) he left the freckles out in the open and crawled off to his bedroom to dress. He put on one of his pajama sets (with snowflakes) then stood in the mirror for a second. Okay. You can do this. Go in there like a big man and you cuddle so intensely he will never leave you.


Time to be your suave ass self. "Oscar..." Craig stood at the doorway, leaning on it slightly. This probably would have looked sexier if he hadn't been wearing a shirt. He shut the door behind him and lured Oscar in with very seductive eyes, but instead of crawling up onto the bed, he launched himself at Oscar and pinned him to the bed. Leaning down, he attacked Oscars face with kisses. The thing that stopped him was a strong gust of wind against the window. He peeked outside for a moment and saw heavy snow. The window was locked, so hopefully the room would stay warm. Craig crawled under the blankets and put them to his nose. They smelled like Oscar. "You know... despite, what we are now... I always liked your scent because it reminds me of home..."
 
Grinning with perfect smugness, Oscar was pretty content not to chicken out when all of a sudden a different foot was put somewhere rather other and he choked on his own smile, draining his wine glass to try and avoid dying via Craig's out-chickening him. Once he'd done suffocating, he looked back up at Craig, trying to look stern and serious and failing miserably as he raised an eyebrow in a touche kind of manner. Note to self: Craig's way better at this than you, noob.


"My smile is not goofy!" Oscar protested indignantly, instantly self conscious of his smile, which ended up just making it a hell of a lot goofier as he tried to conceal don't feel it. More embarrassing was hearing Craig, his best mate and now - deep breath - boyfriend talking about him, and not in a poking fun kind of way. Honestly, Oscar had never been more flattered in his life. "You're so weird," Oscar mused, pouring another glass of wine to try and deal with the feels. "But um, thanks." Who knew ears could burn so much? "I'm sure you've probably been told this a hell of a lot of times but, I like all of that too. Actually, your fancy boyfriends probably put it a lot more poetically. What's the point of me studying English at college if I don't break out the big words, honestly?"


"Gay awakening, Craig. Get with the lingo," Oscar said, smiling into another glass of wine before stealing seconds. Apparently Craig didn't mind his weight so, hallelujah, food. "And dammit, I should have realised this was all part of your evil plan." Cheerfully discussing Craig's cooking, and trying his best to give constructive feedback, though most of it just ended up as 'your concealer clearly isn't the only thing using black magic here, how the hell do you cook so well?' Oscar tried to work out if things were weird. The fact that he was dating his best mate certainly felt a little... disconcerting, but simultaneously he'd never felt so at home with the person opposite him.


"Dinner was perfect by the way, thank you," Oscar mumbled, pecking Craig on the cheek as he helped clear up since really it was the least he could do. "See you in- in my room." Wow. Okay. He had the space of Craig's shower to make his room less of a fucking bombsite, and make himself look purty. Or more, time just enough to scrape off some of the eyeliner so he didn't wake up looking like a monster from a horror film and scare Craig to death. Half running over to his own room once Craig had vanished, he went psycho on his room and managed to at least clear the floor and it looked like a messy but otherwise normal room by the end. Fortunately he kept a pack of face wipes on his bedside table so he could scrub off his own face, feeling a little naked without it but it wasn't like Craig had never seen him before without copious amounts of eyeliner, though most mornings he just let it go into panda eyes.


Don't freak out, Oscar muttered to himself as he changed into the ridiculous christmas-themed underwear pyjama things Craig had purchased for him, accompanied by a band shirt just for the sake of comfort. Not that Craig hadn't bought him christmas T-shirts too. My boyfriend is the world's most attractive loser ever, Oscar thought, though not without grinning and relaxing a little bit. Lying back on the bed, he tried to arrange himself seductively, just short of trying to impersonate Kate fucking Winslet. Paint me like one of your french girls, Craig.


When the demon himself did appear, Oscar wasn't really prepared for the sexy routine, kind of just imagining they'd piss about as always, but holy fucking hell. Yeah, he was never going to be straight again. And now he was receiving bedroom eyes. What composure he'd manage to secure for himself was gone in a second, and he meant to say something hilarious or witty or whatever, but found he was tongue tied, this time metaphorically.


Thank god Craig was still Craig. Breathless with laughter, Oscar tried to wrestle him off from pinning him, but he was laughing too hard to manage any real resistance, and then distracted by the kisses. "Oh... my god," Oscar panted between breaths, "Seducer... temptress... have mercy," he tried to sound teasingly melodramatic but he couldn't get enough air for it, wiggling about to try and break free, relaxing once the kissing attack ceased.


Flopping down into the mattress, Oscar snuggled up next to Craig when he was under the blankets, looking out at the snow and glad to be inside and warm. "That's probably because I spent so much damn time over at your house," Oscar said with a tilted smile, lightly kissing the bump on Craig's back that indicated the top of his spine. He got what Craig meant though; they'd spent so much time around each other, especially growing up, that it was hard to feel out of place. Craig always smelt clean and like whatever warmth smelt like, and Oscar blissfully cuddled up beside him, breathing in his familiar scent and smiling unconsciously in response.


"Is it... is it weird that we were best friends for so long, and now we're this?" Oscar asked slowly as he nuzzled at Craig's neck. Usually, he could tell pretty well what Craig was thinking. "I dunno I just... don't want anything to be awkward with us. You know you can still tell me everything right?" Smirking, he kissed the dip beside Craig's clavicle, toying with the skin a little it. "Even if that is that I'm still a massive dino butt, charmer."
 
Last edited by a moderator:
"Fancy boyfriends? You know I typically get told..." He switched to a manly, deep voice: "Hey babe you hot.... or even worse, I'd tap you." Craig laughed at that, but honestly, he didn't hear much more than that. Though, he imagined Oscar saying those things just to tease him and it made him smile because there were probably a dozen come backs he could say. From his college educated English major boyfriend, he expected much more romantic things now, but it's not like he'd die without them. Actually Craig would just tease him. "But come on now Romeo, I am sure you can be romantic, or should I call you Juliet?" Their joking around was the only reason he felt all that comfortable. Without it he'd be ten times more nervous.


"Yeah... it's weird." Craig admitted, hoping Oscar wouldn't be too upset that he said that. Over the years, he had become most comfortable around Oscar and could tell him anything. "I hope that... I can still call you my best friend as well as boyfriend." Craig gave Oscar hopeful, but also slightly saddened eyes. By gaining a boyfriend he hoped that he didn't lose his friend. Sure things would be a little different, but he still wanted to be a dork with him.


He put his arms around Oscar's neck and entwined their legs. "Y...Y...ah..." He mumbled softly, wanting to respond more but someone was currently making it very difficult to speak. "You... are going to make it difficult to stop..." He mumbled, staring up at his friend. He never thought he'd be under him. In that department he typically didn't mind top or bottom, but he never thought he'd have the chance with Oscar. Therefore he wasn't sure which one Oscar would be comfortable with. Though, they didn't have to worry now. It was definitely nice to know that Oscar was warming right up to him.


"You are my dino butt though." Craig pushed Oscar up a bit and then gave him a cheeky smile. While the boy was caught off guard, he flipped them over and straddled his friends hips. "Now now... what should I do with you. Now that I have you all to myself that is." He sat down on the same place his foot had been nudging earlier. It would be too embarrassing to flat out ask which one Oscar was, so he would do his best through indirect questions.


"I was thinking of getting a tattoo as well..." He lifted his shirt a bit and pushed down the front of his pajama pants slightly. It didn't reveal anything except his hip. "Maybe right here." He pointed to his left hip and slid his hand down along the hem of his pants. Two could play at the dirty game that Oscar had started as soon as his clavicle was kissed. "Maybe a flower would be too feminine... I am not sure... We should go together, since I've never gotten one." Craig was purposely acting very cute and sexy but he would probably just cry from the train ride there until the next day. Leaning down, he gently placed his hands on Oscar's wrists and held them down. He kissed along Oscar's neck, up to his ear and he started to lick those piercings again. As much as he wanted to fool around, he knew that was best if they didn't. It was embarrassing to think he'd gone so long without, but then he wondered about Oscar.


He gave him a final kiss on the ear and then pulled off. He laid down on top of him and moved his head down to lay on his chest. "Hey Oscar...?" He questioned after a few minutes of silence. "It's been a really long time for me..." Craig ran his hand down Oscar's chest, down to his belly button and walked along the hem of his boxers. "Why don't you..." The model kissed along Oscar's neck again blew warm air on his skin. "Go into your closet and get... your bong." Craig looked up, wanting to see the flustered face of his roommate. Out of all the faces he ever saw of him, he'd never seen him flustered in that sense before. He couldn't help but chuckle a little and sat up so Oscar could go get it. "It really has been a while since I smoked. You can probably imagine how terrible it was with Danny."


His hippy hipster of an ex boyfriend smoked, but it was never fun to smoke with him since he got even more hippy like when he smoked. It was always so serious when smoking wasn't supposed to feel so serious, he thought. Maybe it would also break the tension without destroying their memory. "I wanted to drink tonight, with you, watch a movie, but... I don't want you to forget this night too." Now that a relationship was established he wouldn't mind drinking with Oscar since it would end with their shitty shenanigans of course, but he was paranoid because of what happened last time. "You look cute in those... By the way." He said as he snapped the waist band of Oscar's Christmas boxers. "Mine are also Christmas themed, but they aren't boxers." Craig was trying to push Oscar's gayness over the edge to the point where his roommate pounced on him or begged, whichever came first.
 
"Well according to our dear friend Keegan, I am the lady, so I guess Juliet would logically be me," Oscar said, pretending to give this a great deal of thought by frowning and rubbing his chin, managing to keep a straight face. "And you realise it's now going to have to be my life goal to write you shitty poetry that includes the lines 'hey babe you hot' and 'I'd tap you'. Damn your past boyfriends were eloquent."


Later, as Oscar hung around Craig's neckline with kisses, generously filling the absence of hickeys a pissed off Danny had left behind with a couple of his own, Oscar decided that Craig who couldn't form proper sentences because he was too distracted was going to be the death of him. It was distracting in its own right, and Oscar agreed with what he said - stopping would be difficult. He was still set on it, however, especially since he'd been feeling so shell-shocked about how this was actually happening, and how fast it had gone already. Normally he had no problem with one night flings, but that was the last thing he wanted from Craig. "To quote a great poet and philosopher you once knew Craig, 'Hey babe you hot, I'd tap you', but just not tonight," Oscar said quietly, unbuttoning the top of Craig's pyjama shirt. "Though I don't see why that means we can't do other things."


Caught off guard, Oscar found himself flipped over and pinned in a very personal area, catching his breath slightly as Craig sat down. Craig really shouldn't have been sitting there if he wanted to remain comfortable as he showed off where he was planning on getting a tattoo. "I- I'd love to go with you," Oscar said about two tones higher than when he normally spoke, a little nervous as Craig secured his wrists and leant down. "I think-" He started, but he was cut off by his own inhalation of air as Craig kissed his neck, and holy fuck he was sensitive there, especially having gone so long out of a relationship. "Think... a... flower would- would suit you," he managed to sort of string together his words between little gasps that he tried very hard to hold back in order to maintain his manly pride or whatever, but failed miserably.


He was pretty sure Craig didn't quite grasp what he'd just done to him as he broke off and nuzzled into his chest, all innocent and sweet like he hadn't just left Oscar breathless. Honestly, no one had really ever topped that much with him; with girls, he'd always been the one doing the bodily kissing and so forth. He now understood why they liked it so much. Holy- "My bong?" Oscar repeated with a laugh, before Danny's name came up again. Craig was hilarious and adorable stoned, Danny he could imagine was... well, less so.


Oscar certainly wasn't used to being described as cute, or having the band of his underwear snapped, and completely failing to maintain any form of rough-tough persona, he flushed crimson. He also felt pretty shitty about Craig's other comment. "Hey urgh, Craig... sorry about forgetting that night," Oscar added awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. He still didn't remember it, the absinthe having burned clean any recollection, but he knew what had happened. "I wouldn't have done it if I was sober. I didn't want to upset you or anything that night, I was just in the throws of the great gay awakening and uh... yeah, getting smashed was a pretty bad plan for a coping mechanism."


Apologies out of the way, Oscar sat up to go and retrieve the bong, giving Craig a parting kiss. "Oh, and Craig," Oscar said, slipping off of the bed before thinking fuck it, and leaning back to kiss him again. "I like your freckles by the way." Digging around in his closet - which unfortunately was a tip, since he'd shoved everything that had been littering the floor into it when Craig had been showering - Oscar eventually retrieved his bong, which was gaudy as fuck and just the way he liked it. "Come on," Oscar said, taking Craig's hand in his free one and giving him a gentle tug, "We might not be drinking, but we can always get stoned, watch a movie, and not forget tonight."
 
"How do you know I won't be the one to tap you?" Craig said with a little eye brow wiggle. Actually, he wasn't one to top but he liked making his partners comfortable. Who didn't love to be showered in kisses? Actions spoke louder than words, he thought. He put his hand over his collarbone, mainly to hide the freckles there. Just having the first few buttons undone made him shift his legs. Dear god he wanted to do those other things so badly. That's why he flipped Oscar over. "Five months... without someone else... But what about you?" He was about to poke fun that Oscar hadn't been with a guy and thus was a virgin to these things, but Oscar could say the same about him and women.


Okay, maybe he was being a little mean with all his teasing, but hot damn did he like the way Oscar lost all inhibitions when he showed off where he wanted to get a tattoo. "Would it? Do you think that spot is okay?" He brought Oscar's hand to his hip to touch the skin there, but that's all he let him do. Of course he wanted to do more and he wanted to see on Oscar's face that he wanted to do more. Craig was still having a hard time believing Oscar was attracted to him, a male. He didn't have a large chest, of course, and his anatomy below the waist could definitely not be mistaken for a woman. "What's wrong? It sounds like your thoat might a little sore. Let me kiss it better." He kissed Oscar's adam apple and then under his chin. The one thing he loved about a relationship, was being able to bring down his partner a peg or two. Make their calm reserve melt in the palms of his hands. Craig knew very well what he was doing to his best friend. He could feel it and hear it in the gasps he made, in the higher pitch of his voice. He heard how badly Oscar was losing control. He loved it.


Oscar would soon come to realize that Craig would always do his best to make sure Oscar was very comfortable. All he wanted was for Oscar to be taken care of. "Yes your bong." Craig turned into a mess of giggles when he saw how flustered Oscar was. His giggling turned into evil cackling. The laughter died down when Oscar apologized for that night. He pulled Oscar back for a moment after the kiss. "Oscar... The reason I didn't say anything is because I knew you wouldn't have done it when you were sober. I should be the one apologizing. I don't know if you remember correctly, but I was the one who kissed you first." Sometimes, like most people, he really hated to admit when he was in the wrong. But he had to admit that this thing was his fault. Seeing Oscar so worried and awkward about it was killing him. "I got jealous that night. You went off and danced with... with some guy. I-If anything you should just apologize for not knowing that I liked you!" He gave Oscar a friendly push on the chest and let him go off to get his bong.


But of course Oscar wanted to embarrass him first. "M-My freckles?! S-Shut up and get the bong!" Craig flopped backwards onto the bed and groaned dramatically. Actually he loved the compliments. If Oscar had been gay from the start he probably wouldn't have felt as nervous, but he felt like his roommate would remove his shirt, see that he was definitely 100% male and change his mind. "You are an idiot. Only an idiot would like these freckles." Craig took his friends hand and they headed to the living room to watch a movie.


"S-Shut up! I thought you said you weren't romantic or poetic!!" Craig covered his face with his free hand and blushed profusely. He followed Oscar out to the living room and while Oscar set up the movie and bong, he put on the hot water for some tea. Tea and weed was always a good combination. He knew they'd get the munchies so he decided to bring something relatively healthy. He sliced up and apple and some cheese. Better than greasy chips. Craig set everything on the coffee table and then looked at the couch. Finally, he could snuggle up to Oscar while being his... boyfriend. Craig bit his lip and held back a smile. He covered his face and mumbled. "I... I am so nervous now... to actually sit with you... while... being your boyfriend." He made it sound like he was dating some celebrity who was exclusive. "What movie are we going to watch?" Craig asked as he poured them each a cup of tea. Man he needed a hit of the bong otherwise he would be nervous all night.


He swiped the bong from Oscar and the lighter and took a hit. Though he ended up coughing as if he were new to this. "Hooolly shit... man it's been a while." He rubbed his throat and took a sip of tea. His next hit was more smooth and he didn't cough. Then along came the brilliant ideas. "Oscar. Oscar watch." From the bong he took another hit, but held it in for a moment. He opened his mouth and puffed out a smoke ring, then a second, and third until the was out of breath and smoke. "I learned good skill."
 
As Craig shamelessly teased him, Oscar didn't have the willpower to actually cuss, so he just condemned the demon in his head and tried to maintain a linear line of thought. He was still trying to work through the logistics of Craig tapping him in his head, which felt rather disorientating and alien when coupled with the kisses. Having only ever topped before, he couldn't really picture it the other way round. Sure if Craig... if Craig wanted that then he could try? Everything was so new already, he felt he'd probably be most comfortable starting in a realm he was vaguely familiar with, though he'd rather Craig told him what he wanted so he could give it to him when it came down to it. They didn't need to worry about that tonight, however, so he tried to push it from his mind and focus on trying to scrap back some kind of self-control and composure.


Rolling his eyes at his cackling boyfriend - again, holy shit, when and how had that happened? - Oscar mimed hitting him over the back of the head with the bong before addressing the more serious conversation. "Oh yeah. Chris." Time to come clean. He really hoped Craig wouldn't freak out about this. "I should probably tell you now that he put his number in my phone, and I kind of called him whilst you and Danny were- uh, banging literally rather than metaphorically against my door." Sitting cross-legged before Craig, he tried to convey the honesty of his next sentiment in his eyes or whatever. "Just so you don't assume anything though, we didn't- we're not like that. Ever." Burying his head in his hands, he knew he had to use the phrase. "He's my gay guidance counsellor. He just takes the piss out of me for being infatuated with you. I've never actually seen him since then. Please tell me you're not angry or upset or anything?"


Once they were over on the sofa, however, Oscar sifted through the various christmas DVDs, figuring that tonight warranted the forbidden category: rom-coms. Most rom-coms he couldn't stick because they took themselves so freaking seriously and never had enough of the 'com', but there were a select few he could stand, and fortunately one of them happened to be a christmas film. "I could write romantic poems to your freckles. That's what this whole going to college thing is for, right?" Oscar yelled back as Craig made tea, because he was a genius like that, and slotted the DVD in.


Clambering up onto the sofa, he stole some of the apple when Craig set it down and gave him a sweet, butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth smile as he did so. "You're perfect, you know that?" He hummed cheerfully, feeling much more comfortable now that someone wasn't sat on his ahem and they had weed, food, and a movie to cuddle up to. He could understand why Craig was nervous though, especially since he was still slightly riled up from what had occurred back in the bedroom. "At least we already know we make excellent cuddle buddies," Oscar said in an attempt to reassure him, mock-scowling as Craig swiped the bong. "I went for the dreaded rom-com category since it seemed appropriate: Love Actually. You know, the English one where everyone is a complete hopeless romantic twit? You can change it if you want though, just gimmeh the bong," Oscar said with exaggerated desperation, holding out his arm and making grabby hands.


Unable to stop himself from laughing as Craig coughed, Oscar patted him on the back and then watched him as he blew smoke rings, giving him a mini round of applause. Whilst he almost certainly smoked more than Craig, he'd never been able to quite figure out how to do that, so he was genuinely impressed. "My litter stoner, all grown up," Oscar teased, pecking Craig on the cheek before swiping the bong. "I might not be fancy like you but-" He inhaled, and then did a french exhale, one of the few skills he possessed in the area, learned during way too many bored nights alone with weed.


Playing whatever film was chosen in the end, Oscar snuggled up next to Craig, thankfully not feeling all too awkward since they'd done it a million times before. He was surprised more of Craig's boyfriend's hadn't been jealous about that actually, though it had been innocent in the past. At least now it wasn't weird for him to nuzzle into Craig's hair between goes on the bong, feeling amazingly comfy and chilled from the weed. "You're sooo cuuute," he mumbled into Craig's shoulder. " All your adorable freckles. Look at them." Oscar kissed one to prove his point, then another, and then he got a bit distracted by the whole thing, counting them beneath his breath. "Ah. And they're here too!" He exclaimed in a whisper, kissing at Craig's collarbone.
 
"I'm not upset... Oscar don't worry." Actually Craig should thank him. Maybe he was the reason why Oscar wasn't freaking out so much at being in a relationship with another man. "Just, next time we go to a gay bar... dance with me like that." Hell, seeing his supposedly straight friend grinding and thumping up against that other guy had pissed him off so much and at the time he had been so confused with himself over it. He felt like an idiot for not saying something before. Craig had been a coward. Though Oscar hadn't done much better unfortunately. That was in the past and now they were... dating. Holy crap.


"You do realize our life is a rom-com right?" He said, glancing up at the ceiling in question. It was so cute that they could just do whatever without any too awkward moments. Hell, sometimes he got into relationships and there was a lot of down time that unfortunately made it hard to do much at first. But he was already mostly comfortable with Oscar. Most of his nervousness was actually excitement. "Romantic twit? Sure the movie isn't called: 'Oscar's Life?' I think it's fine though. I'm a stickler for a rom-com." He was surprised Oscar hadn't picked some shitty Megacroc versus Giant Octopus or something along those lines.


Craig leaned in close while Oscar exhaled and pursed his lips. He was milometers away from kissing Oscar but he just took in the smoke and breathed out through his nose. Leaning in just a hair, he gave him a kiss on the lips. This time he didn't even bother hiding the fact that he was playing with his lip ring. "You know what should be under our Christmas tree? Last year was the tv for us hm? Well this year... I was thinking... a tall, hand blown glass hookah." He lifted his hand to show how tall it would be. At least two feet.


"Then we can make friends and have a hookah party." Craig laughed. Oscar was the one with real friends. Craig just had annoyances. He'd have to get out there and actually meet some people who weren't terrible. It felt nice, to cuddle up to his friend, to hold his hand against his chest, to give him kisses on the hand too. "What? Nooo they aren't cute! I think. I think. You are the cute one." He'd forgotten that his shirt was partially open. It felt nice to have Oscar admiring his freckles actually.


"Nooo ack no what are you doing?" He squirmed and wiggled, trying to get away from the nose nuzzling into his shoulder. Craig put his face in his hands when Oscar pointed out another freckle. "Let me put marks on you then!" He pinned Oscar down and grabbed the hem of his shirt. "This comes off now." He pulled it off and dove into Oscar's belly. If Oscar thought Craig was the devil before, he'd really hate him now. Instead of being all sexy, he just left bite marks and hickies all over him. Well, that could be sexy right? It was probably much sexier when he moved up Oscar's chest and trashed it with numerous bite marks and hickies. By the time he pulled away it looked like Oscar was attacked by an octopus. "Mm... tasted pretty good..." He moved up and sat on Oscar's chest. He took the bong and took another hit. By now his eyes were sort of red and he itched at them a little bit.


"You like my freckles, think they are so cute... well I like those piercings. They make you look edgy. You should get more~" Craig turned into a giggling, cackling mess, as if he had some awful plan. He put the bong on the table after another hit and this time held it in. He was too out of it to make smoke rings anymore so he just exhaled through his nose.


Laying on Oscar while he didn't have a shirt was a hell of a lot better. Unfortunately Craig must have had cold blood because his whole body was cold compared to the heat radiator that was Oscar. He snuggled up to him and they quietly watched the movie. Craig's hand stroked over Oscar's chest a little bit but slowly, slowly it stopped and soon he fell asleep on top of Oscar, on the couch, like he had done so many times before. Only this time he wouldn't get up and leave Oscar there.
 
"I twigged our life was a rom-com the second you and Danny had that bloody movie moment in the diner. Just thought I was the comical sidekick back then is all," Oscar mumbled with a smirk, chuckling at Craig's teasing. Kissing him back as he leant in, he was all for another make-out session, though he listened patiently to Craig's suggesting, cracking up when he suggested fucking hookah. "We'll be running a drug den in no time. We'll be that couple that's stoned all the time, and people visit just to see if people like us really exist. It'll be great." Wow. Referring to himself and Craig as a couple felt hella weird. Nice, but weird.


Evil laughing into Craig's freckles, kissing at them each individually and lightly, Oscar probably should have anticipated a retaliation, though the loss of his shirt hadn't been expected. Sure, he'd been shirtless around Craig dozens of times, but this was fresh from kissing and the first time since they'd been in a relationship. Now everything was another first, which was actually rather charming in how everything now had new possibilities, but he couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious, panicking that Craig would realise actually he didn't like his stomach at all, and returned to perfectly chiselled models or skinny-ass hipsters with cute glasses.


Fortunately for Oscar and his mini panic, Craig went straight to his stomach, kissing and biting at it and revealing that holy hell, it was a lot more sensitive than he'd ever realised before. "G-Get off of me you m-monster," Oscar panted, his back arching a little as Craig worked his way up, thankfully leaving his hypersensitive stomach alone in favour of other areas, though Oscar was still a mental mess, totally overwhelmed but in the best way possible. Why the hell hadn't they been doing this since day one? "I'm- I'm getting seriously worried about this cannibalism thing," Oscar teased as he caught his breath, sneaking a kiss on Craig's jaw before flopping back, looking down at himself. Damn Craig. Damn. He looked like the victim of one of his trashy sci-fi movies.


"Getting another tongue one, remember," Oscar said quietly, stroking Craig's hair as he laid down on his chest, exhaling slowly. He continued to list of other potential piercing spots, making them increasingly racy to prove that, yep, Craig was out cold. A lot less fresh to the pot and thus tolerant to it, Oscar wasn't really at the sleepy stage yet, but he didn't want to wake Craig up so he just lay there, listening to his breathing and playing with his hair, smiling like a total dork as his equal dork of a boyfriend. Finishing off the cheese and apple Craig had so angelically laid out, he fidgeted round a little bit and then got comfy around and under Craig, drifting off to the sound of his breathing.


The next morning when he woke up straight from drugs, but definitely not the other kind of straight, he blinked a couple times of to clear his vision and then looked down at the weight resting on him. Seven hells, had he woken up before Craig? That being an unprecedented event, and he wanted to make some shitty joke about calling the media, but Craig was out cold and so fucking adorable when he was sleeping. Thinking back on everything that had happened, still unable to believe that they were now going out and that Craig had covered him in an impressive array of hickeys, Oscar was content just to watch him snoozing away before he realised.


Oh crap. Double crap.


This was the moment. The moment in the film when he was supposed to prove himself. Fuuuuuck. He wasn't ready for this. The apartment wasn't ready for this. Craig wasn't ready for this. The universe in all its majesty wasn't ready for this.


Edging out from under Craig, Oscar prayed he would awaken to stop him from doing the terrible awful, but no such luck. Dammit Craig, he muttered to himself, you could have saved yourself. Stumbling through to the kitchen, he rifled around in the cupboards to find where he'd put his fucking reading glasses, and then dug out the dog-eared, slightly singed cook book. Fuck you universe. He could definitely do this.


The fire alarm that went off ten minutes later begged to differ.
 
Craig probably slept so soundly because of how intense the previous day had been. Switching directly from Danny to Oscar, eating so much and crying so much... and smoking. He smoked a hell of a lot more than he usually did with Oscar because he had been a little nervous. He didin't even budge when Oscar crawled out from under him. On the couch he just curled up under the blanket and snuggled into the pillow. It wasn't the thumping around in the kitchen that woke him, it was the damn fire alarm. He nearly fell off the couch. "Oscar! Oscar get out of the kitchen!" Was the first thing he shouted, without even looking to see if that was the cause. He got up and quickly went over to the kitchen to see burnt eggs. He brought a stool under the fire alarm and he reset it. Despite the rude awakening he was well rested and only yawned a little bit as he tossed away the burnt food that he couldn't even identify. Instead of chastising Oscar, he put his arms around him and backed him against the fridge.


"You tried to make me breakfast? You know I would have been happy just to wake up on top of you..." Craig gave him a kiss and leaned on him for a moment, tucked under his chin. That was quickly becoming his favorite place. "At least you didn't give me time to worry about other things..." He said with a sigh. If the fire alarm hadn't woken him and Oscar was gone, he would be even more worried. It was still hard for him to believe that Oscar was now with him, so he expected Oscar to wake up and regret taking up with a guy. "Let's cook together, trick the food into thinking I'm cooking so it won't burn." He patted Oscar's chest, then looked up to his face now that his eyes were a little more open and awake. The glasses made him snicker a bit. Reading glasses, and that dog earred old cook book which was flipped open to the breakfast foods section. "Go put a shirt on and we can make bacon."


While Oscar went to get his shirt, Craig cleaned up in the kitchen a little bit. Dishes from last night and the burnt mess Oscar had made. He put on the coffee pot for some much needed liquid energy. He took out the left over ham from yesterday, eggs, cheese and some vegetables. Of course he also took out their endless supply of bacon. "Come here sweet heart..." He said sleepily. "I'll show you a thing or two." Craig stood behind Oscar and reached around to hold the knife. He showed him slowly how to cut an onion. Down the center, then one half at a time. He didn't even have to cut it too thin because he enjoyed bigger pieces. He let Oscar try on the second half, but ended up quickly taking his hand to guide him. Simple. Now to try and fry them. He put a bit of butter in the pan and then turned on the heat. The whole time he was muttering numbers and times, but it was obvious that Craig knew this stuff from instinct. He didn't use exact times or measurements.


When the coffee pot dinged that it was done he let out a long happy sigh and made himself and Oscar a cup. Of course he gave Oscar his Hero Honey Wheaties cup while he had to use his "Don't talk to me until empty you Twat." cup. His Ranger Rice Chex mug was in the dishwasher right now. He slowly made them each an omelet and while their omelets cooked he made bacon. Craig started to smile like an idiot, just thinking that Oscar did this because he thought the perfect boyfriend for him would cook him breakfast. On multiple occasions Oscar had said that. "You're trying to be the perfect boyfriend... So far you are really showing up every guy I've ever dated." They still had a date later today too. The thought just made him smile like an idiot. Once everything finished cooking he set their breakfast on plates and sat at the counter.


"Tomorrow I expect you to have remembered what I showed you today. You have to make me a breakfast worthy of my beauty." Craig laughed a little and poured himself another cup of coffee. He couldn't drink the stuff without milk and sugar though. Just eating breakfast with his friend was nice. He leaned on him a little bit sometimes, gave him a bacon tasting kiss or two as well. "So you are still on my list... I need stocking stuffers too... Maybe I'll just fill up your stocking with weed." Craig let out a huge yawn and stretched his arms above his head. "Then got to stop at the cosmetic store... maybe at Coach to get my mom a new wallet..." He was mumbling off his list of things he still needed to get. For once he didn't list off Christmas decorations, though he did mention chocolate, since he wanted to make peppermint bark.


"So we... are still going out for coffee yeah? And... it's okay if... we hold hands...?" Though in the end Oscar would probably be holding all the bags for him. "I'm so excited." He put his face in his hands when he said that. Excited to hold his best friends hand. Best friend and now boyfriend. A knock on the door interrupted them. Craig glanced at the clock first and noticed it was ten thirty, so not too strange that someone was coming over. He buttoned his pajama shirt and went over to the door to see who it was.


"Keegan!" Craig wanted to just slam the door but Keegan didn't look scary like that day. He couldn't just slam the door on someone. He didn't have those mean jeans.


"Craig... I... brought you something." Keegan held up a small present. "I wanted to apologize. Can I come in?"


Craig had no idea what to say. Oscar would probably ask, why now but actually his array of color calls and texts hadn't stopped and Craig hadn't been ignoring him as he should have. "You shouldn't come in..." He said in a tiny voice.


Keegan frowned and came in anyways. He set handed the present to Craig. "It smells... like something burnt in here... was Oscar cooking?" He said with a light laugh, to make a little small talk.


"Yeah, he made me breakfast." Craig said plainly, just holding the present and not touching the bow to unwrap it. "Because good boyfriends make me breakfast in the morning." His voice as so small and he was trying his best not to break down in tears.


"...You're joking right...?" Keegan scoffed, just like he always did, making fun of him for something or other. "You got so desperate that... Seriously?! That loser?"


Craig didn't want to just quiver in place. He put the present on the counter calmly. "Keegan, get out, if that's all you came here for..."


"You deserve someone better than that gothic freak." Keegan was getting more pissed off by the second, he could tell. He didn't want Oscar to get hurt.


"Keegan get out!! O-Or else I'll--"


"You'll what."
 
Last edited by a moderator:
It was a little embarrassing how Craig was shouting for him to get out before he so much as even opened his eyes, but Oscar did as he was told, backing away from the... well, they couldn't really be called eggs now anymore, more the odd, black entities, but he could dream, couldn't he? He was all ready for the well-deserved lecture he ought to receive when instead an adorable yawning Craig pushed him against the fridge with a good morning kiss. What had been the worst start to a morning quickly turned into the best one. "You know, I blame the fact that my mentor thinks psychological warfare will work on food for the fact that I can't cook," Oscar said with a dry smile, Craig's hair ticklish against his neck, but he was too cute and comfy for Oscar to care.


Hurriedly removing the glasses as Craig snickered, normally having done a good job of avoiding wearing them around his best friend because they made him look like a complete freaking dork, Oscar complied and navigated through to his room. All he had to do was open the closet and most of his crap fell out, so it was easy enough to retrieve a clean shirt, pulling it on as he wandered back over to the kitchen. Getting called sweetheart by anyone other than his mother was certainly a first, and he felt all blushing and clumsy as Craig stood behind him, probably not helping him focus but hey, who could argue with psychologically tricking food to stop it burning?


Doing his best to focus on the tutorial rather than the feeling of having Craig wrapped around him, Oscar thought it looked easy enough. Of course, when it came down to his turn, the onion was slippery and fiddly as fuck, and he honestly didn't have a clue how Craig had managed to slice it with such ease and precision. Black magic. Definitely more black magic. Thankfully he was kind enough to help out, and better yet, behind Oscar so he couldn't see him flushing like a schoolgirl.


Terrified and alone, he cautiously fried the onion on the lowest heat, constantly checking Craig to see if he was fucking anything up. It was a relief to back away and let Craig do the rest, not sure the neighbours would cope if they set of the alarm twice in an hour, though they all knew by now why it went off so often, some having come to check if they were still alive. He didn't really know how to respond to the perfect boyfriend comment; he felt like breakfast in the mornings was the least of what Craig deserved, and he couldn't do even that, but at least Craig wasn't pissed off.


"I hope you don't mind unidentifiable black lump and blood-soaked fried onion for breakfast then," Oscar said with a snort, grinning and shaking his head at Craig's beauty comment. "I fear only you are capable of cooking something that good." Seriously though, Craig cooked bacon like a god, and Oscar happily tucked in as he used the coffee to shake of the lingering haze of last night, listening to Craig as he reeled off his shopping list. "You go near the concealer stand and I'll rugby tackle you," Oscar warned with a crooked smile, looking over Craig and his freckles, slowly getting used to the realisation that he actually had them. "It would be a crime against christmas to let you cover up your bajillion beauty spots."


Craig getting all hyped up about holding his hand eased the mini panic attack he felt at the idea of having to learn how to do PDAs to Craig's standard, not to mention come out to the public eye. Given the christmas shopping hype, it seemed pretty possible that they'd see someone he knew and- why was he caring about this now? "You try and-" Oscar began, cut off by a knock at the door. Content to clear up what was left in the kitchen, nicking the leftover bacon like the evil genius he was, he hummed off-key to himself right up until the point where Craig half-shrieked one of his least favourite names in the universe.


Eyeing the knife rack, Oscar really did consider taking one, but didn't think he'd be doing a great job of being manly and defending his best friend now boyfriend by passing out. Fuck it, he didn't need knives for this, he was pissed off enough. "We'll kick your ass out of here ourselves," Oscar said, coming through from the kitchen to find Keegan looking like his usual asshole self. Danny Oscar kind of liked, but Keegan was a rapist asshole who under no circumstance got to come off all threatening and angry towards Craig.


Linking Craig's hand with one of his own, he stood next to him and glared down Keegan, now regretting not keeping the eyeliner, since his monster-morning face scared even Craig at times. "This is shaping up to be a pretty shit apology," Oscar said flatly, as Keegan just stared in vague disbelief and mounting fury at the pair of them.


"So you were fucking," Keegan said with an impressive amount of venom, not seeming quite sure who he wanted to glare at most. "Like I didn't guess. And you had the nerve to pretend you weren't up for sleeping around." He turned on Craig, taking a step forward, getting way too close to his personal space for Oscar's liking. "You filthy little slu-"


He didn't quite manage to get the 't' out, however, because at that point Oscar let go of Craig's hand and punched the rapist-asshole squarely in the face.
 
Last edited by a moderator:
"I still can't believe you like these silly things..." Craig said with a smile. After hearing so many compliments about them, he wanted to go tanning to make them really stand out then just walk around naked. It wasn't just his upper body with freckles. He typically got them around most of his joints, on his hips, down to his knees. Would Oscar really like them? "They are just a bajillion little places I want you to kiss me..." He said softly, finally saying something not hateful towards his little imperfections. There was bound to be crowds at the mall and shopping center. Oscar was bound to run into someone he knew and Craig was aware that he'd probably be nervous. "You know... we don't have to go overboard with PDA and if you get nervous, I won't be offended if you take your hand away." Oscar had been here for him when he came out, now he wanted to be here for Oscar. He just hoped it wouldn't be as difficult now that they weren't in high school. Was college like high school at all? He wondered.


The morning was going well until their interruption. But this time, he wasn't on his own. He felt sick to his stomach, thinking back to what happened. Craig wanted to be strong but he felt like vomiting. Like runnning off to hide in his blanket fort. Why couldn't Keegan just be like Danny. At least he knew Danny would never hit him or worse. He felt stronger once Oscar took his hand and he gripped it tight.


Craig jerked back when Keegan came closer and he shut his eyes. Upon opening them, Keegan was on the floor holding his hands over his nose. "Y-You punched him!!" He said excitedly, a partial smile on his face. Oh shit no wait I mean-- "Y-You punched him..." This time he said it as if it actually bothered him. No, he was happy to have Keegan put in his place. Though, that couldn't happen again. He pulled Oscar back, then got in between the two. He wasn't so weak that he'd let this continue. Keegan held his bloody nose and was clearly in shock.


"I told you to get out Keegan!" He said sharply, as if that made up for the fact that Oscar just punched him square in the nose.


"You were fucking him behind my back. You ignored my calls because you were with... with that piece of shit!"


Craig put his hand on Oscar's chest, to keep him back. It was no use in telling Keegan that they weren't. It would just egg him on. "The only piece of shit I see in this room is laying on the floor."


Keegan got up and glared at Craig. He got up close. "Fine. Go ahead and fuck around with your roommate. You've never been one to keep a relationship for very long anyways." Before Oscar could go bat shit insane on him, he decided to turn tail and leave.


Craig pulled away from Oscar and scrambled to the bathroom to throw up. There went his perfect breakfast. He washed his mouth out heavily with mouth wash and looked into the mirror. This was his new start. A new fresh start with Oscar. Craig would be lying if he said he wasn't worried. Although he couldn't see it now, his relationships hadn't been so bad in the past. Keegan was the black sheep who ruined him. In thought, Danny hadn't been bad, just not the right person for Craig and Craig was not meant to be with Danny. Maybe Oscar would be the one, he wasn't sure. He was only panicking about this stuff because of what happened. He wanted to just jump right into their perfect relationship.


When he emerged from the bathroom he looked a little pale and more tired than when he woke up. "Oscar...?" He called, then quickly wrapped his arms around his chest. "I'll go get dressed, and then we will go out Christmas shopping yeah?" He held on tighter and sniffled a little bit. He just needed a little breather and he'd be perfect. "You know... no matter what he says... I do really really like you." If he hadn't just thrown up he would have leaned up and kissed Oscar, but he'd probably be grossed out. This felt like that time, where he just wanted to go out and forget about it. To do something to cover up his emotions. Better yet, they didn't even have to go out to do that. He pushed his friend against the wall and was about to attack his neck with kisses but he pulled off.


"N-No no... I'm sorry... fuck, let's... go out." Hearing Christmas music, seeing the lights and all the cheerful people would cheer him up. Maybe they could even look cute as a couple. "Maybe... we can look like a cute couple together?" Be careful Oscar. He prepared for this moment. He had those battery powered sweaters...
 
Esh. Oscar hadn't really meant to cause such a scene so early in the morning, but Keegan had been about to use the s word and whilst he could handle Keegan taking the piss out of him, if he was going to slag off Craig he should know he'd earn himself a punch. Thankfully Craig tugged him back before he could have another go for the word 'filthy'. Still, he did his best glaring work yet as Keegan ran his mouth off before storming off, only softening his expression as Craig dashed off to the bathroom, followed by the sound of regurgitation.


"You okay in there?" He yelled through the door, leaning against the wall and biting down on his lower lip. Punching didn't feel like enough. He'd know gotten really good at keeping his phone charged and on his person at all times, but it had been a day too late unfortunately. All he could do now was be there for him. "Right here," he said when Craig emerged, stepping away from the wall and moving towards him. As Craig hugged himself Oscar wrapped his arms around him, rubbing the side of his upper arm with his palm. "Christmas shopping sounds good," he said quietly, whilst wondering if Craig ought to talk about it or something. He knew fuck all about psychology, but they'd never really talked what had happened through, the most they'd ever said spoken when Oscar had found them.


Catching Craig's jaw, Oscar titled his chin up and leant down to kiss him; he'd humour Craig for now, and then maybe ask him if he wanted to talk later, when asshole-rapist hadn't just gotten up all close and personal in his space. "I really really like you too, muppet," Oscar said with a small smile, because the one person on this earth that he didn't trust to give him Craig-feelings advice was Keegan. Then again, he clearly didn't know much either as all of a sudden Craig backed him up against the wall looking ready to pounce him.


"Hey, it's okay," Oscar said quietly, gently pulling Craig back. "I told you you don't have to be sorry." Leaning down, he kissed Craig's cheek and the sweet spot under his ear, and then pulled back himself, raising an eyebrow and trying to look suspicious. "Why do I have the terrible feeling this involves those satanic christmas sweaters with the lights?"


Half an hour later, during the subway ride into the mall to do said christmas shopping, Oscar was sat scowling next to Craig. The sweater he wore was a) two sizes too small for him b) a garish, glitter-spangled christmas one and c) COVERED IN BLOODY FLASHING LIGHTS. He'd been stupid enough to try and out-punk Craig's efforts by going full-frontal eyeliner and piercings, accompanied by black everything else, but the end result just made him look even more ridiculous, and he was more than a little aware of the six year old girl sat opposite who was giggling away, sneaking glances at him. The only reason he wasn't sat huddled in the corner sulking was because invasions of rapist-assholes tended to bring back his protective best friend instincts, and thus he'd stuck like glue to Craig since Keegan's return. He hadn't been brave enough to go so far as to hold his hand but... he could man up and deal with that when it came.


"Craig," he said quietly, his voice tight. "Just so you know, I am going to shoot you to death with nerf bullets when we get home. They're going to find your body with foam pellets sticking out of your mouth, and a nerf gun in a place no one ever thought a nerf gun should or even could go. It'll be horrific." He did a pretty good job of making death-by-children's-toys sound terrifying, if he did say so himself.


Despite his casual threats he still stuck close once they arrived in the mall, blinded by the dazzle of christmas lights and music and decorations and Oscar highly suspected that this was what Craig imagined heaven to be like. He walked close to him, so that their fingers brushed every now and then, and occasionally he summoned the courage to sort of toy with Craig's little finger with his own, but hopefully Craig hadn't noticed that he was flushed crimson and trying not to hyperventilate.
 
Craig's head hurt and he felt faint, thinking about Keegan and what he did. He felt as though he should have gotten over it and hell, he had, but having him come over unannounced made him clam up and remember everything again. Maybe it would be good to talk about it and get it off his chest, but honestly, he didn't know what to say. The biggest regret was not listening to Oscar, that he should have stayed away from Keegan. It all went away with a simple kiss from Oscar though, despite the fact that he just threw up his breakfast from anxiety. It was nice to know what Oscar was there for him at least. He chuckled when he was called muppet though, wondering if such a nickname would stick.


There was no sense in being upset forever, so he brought Oscar to his room so he could pick which Christmas sweaters to wear. It was clean and the bed was still freshly made since he hadn't slept in it this morning. "I'll get back problems sleeping on that couch... so next time let's go to your room... or mine is okay." Craig smiled sweetly at his friend, then fished through his closet. No santa today, no stereotypical reigndeer sweater. They needed to up their game. "I was going to spare you that light up sweater, but you reminded me of it." He took out two Rodolph sweaters. The nose blinked and there were Christmas lights around his antlers that lit up. It was a slight struggle getting it on Oscar, literally, since it was a little small, but Craig insisted it looked cute and only after a few kisses and sweet words, he got his victim to wear it. Craig wore a matching one, but it actually fit him. They both looked like dorks.


On the train ride, he didn't push Oscar to hold his hand, though he left it where Oscar could hold it. He kept a few reuseable shopping bags with him because plastic never survived the hustle and bustle of the subway on the way home. Craig was relieved, however, that Oscar was glued to him that whole train ride. It wasn't all that crowded on the train since it wasn't rush hour, but it would probably be nasty at the mall. "Oh hush you. You look so cute. Oh? Even before you go there?" He said, talking about where the nerf gun would go. Craig patted his knee, but didn't leave his hand there. At the mall, he was bright eyed and bushy tailed just from seeing the lights and decorations. Huge red velvet bows, lights strung everywhere, large ornaments and of course music of the Christmas fashion playing. First, his parents needed presents. He had plenty saved from work for Christmas, so he decided to stop at the Swiss shop. He liked how, on the way, Oscar would sometimes toy with his little finger, attempting to hold his hand but never quite able to. It didn't bother him actually, that Oscar couldn't quite hold his hand. Actually he found it endearing. He was trying and that blush on his face was proof of that. "Don't worry, Oscar." He nudged him back with his pinky. Craig did want to hold his hand, but not if Oscar would explode in embarrassment while doing so,


He fished around through a few stores, buying an expensive watch for his father, and a beautiful set of earrings for his mother. He couldn't exactly shop for Oscar while he was here though, even though at the time he had plans to send Oscar on his own for a little bit so he could shop for him. Right now, he didn't want to leave his side. Through all the crowds, Craig hadn't seen anyone he really knew. Mostly mothers rushing around to get their children toys. They got a lot of people staring at them and even if they didn't hold hands it was obvious there was something between them. Oscar might still have been full from breakfast, and Craig would still be full if he hadn't thrown up his breakfast. "Want to go to some coffee shop now?" He asked with a smile. "Oscar, it's all up to you." Either way he just wanted something to eat, so even if the date didn't work out and it ended up being like their usual friendly outings, he didn't mind.


"Craig is that you?"


Craig turned at the sound of someone calling him and two gorgeous looking guys came up to him. The Beach Boys were probably playing somewhere in the background as these two came up to him. "Rory! Marco!" (Hush you.)


"My aren't you adorable!" The taller one said in a rather effeminate voice. He pinched Craig's cheek a bit. "Who's that?" He said, looking at Oscar. "Wait, is that your roommate? Is he... is he your new bae?"


"Shush you. Yes this is Oscar." He turned to Oscar. "Oscar, Rory and Marco, from my modeling agency." Quite possibly the only two I don't hate.


"In the past! Aren't you going to come back? Heard Keegan's on his last leg." Rory turned to Marco who nodded in agreement. "Don't you miss your little threesomes with us?" Rory said with a laugh, ruffling Craig's head a bit. These two didn't seem so bad, though they were kind of air heads. "And what's with theeese?" He said, poking the freckles on his face. "Craig you have to come back. These are adorable." Rory continued to poke and prod at all of Craig's freckles until Marco stopped him.


"Come on Rory, I think they were on a date."


Rory's eyes widened and looked between the two. He had suspected before but Craig hadn't said anything because he didn't know how Oscar felt. Craig looked up at Oscar slightly to see what his reaction would be. Rory hadn't paid much attention to Oscar but Marco had been trying to figure him out a little bit and picked up pretty quick what was going on. There was no one making fun of them, no one laughing (except at their sweaters), so Oscar wouldn't have to worry.


No one heard the tiny voice off in the distance whisper: "100."
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Users who are viewing this thread

Total: 4 (members: 0, guests: 4)

Similar threads

Nichomedes
Fantasy Sanguis Aurelia
dungeons and dragons
Replies
14
Views
192
Nichomedes
Nichomedes
Call me Ashe or Kit
Fandom Hold My Hand, Don't Let Go -- A KNY Roleplay (closed)
demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba kny
Replies
18
Views
176
Call me Ashe or Kit
Call me Ashe or Kit
anomalousanalogy
Fandom - and they were roommates (South Park | Stan x Butters)
closed south park
Replies
23
Views
152
Yerdle
Yerdle
GodlyDnD
Fantasy Starting with Others of Another Kind
Replies
0
Views
60
GodlyDnD
GodlyDnD
madsiscool
Fandom Dancing Under the Moon {closed}
closed harry potter
Replies
9
Views
89
EmilySmith
EmilySmith
Back
Top