07-24-2018, 02:25 PM
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It wasn't like Butch hadn't received his fair share of "what the hell" looks after he and Val had been caught that first time. Butch and Nosebleed? The bully and the guy he'd spent most of their childhood and teenage years yanking around? If someone told him when he was sixteen that he'd end up skipping out on his fellow Tunnel Snakes to kiss Val in one of the storage closets, or in the backseat of his car at lunch time- well, he would've laughed in that person's face right before throttling them. Yet here they were, Val dancing and leaving the admiring looks unanswered, while Butch declined a flirtatious offer he would've gladly accepted once. They had a good thing going, the two of them; it didn't matter that so many people from both their circles thought they were each crazy in their own way for holding hands and stealing time together. Val was too smart for him, had promise Butch was sure his dad hated was being wasted with a delinquent like him, and he was going to settle in with a nice, high-paying job because that brain of his could do just about anything. Except, apparently, convince him to keep away from trouble.
Neither could Butch's. Even when they were younger, there'd always been something pulling him back to Val. Now, he figured part of it was how his hair looked out in the sun, twirling the rays around every strand, and how pretty those eyes of his were in the same light. Butch didn't glow like that when he went outside.
Hell, even in here, Val seemed to shine under the low-lighting, and as he made his way over to Butch, he could only grin, leaning back, arms propped up on the bar. Val stole a drink from his glass, although all it did was give a faint blush along his cheeks, which deepened when warm hands left trails down his shoulders and torso, landing to brand his hips. Val fit like a glove, standing between his thighs like he owns the place, and Butch sat up, if only so he could wrap his arms around Val's waist. "'Course I was nice. Gave her some advice, even, but I don't think you really care about that, do you?" His mouth curled into another lazy grin, sapphire eyes glinting. "Gimme some sugar, doll. I need something sweet."
It wasn't like Butch hadn't received his fair share of "what the hell" looks after he and Val had been caught that first time. Butch and Nosebleed? The bully and the guy he'd spent most of their childhood and teenage years yanking around? If someone told him when he was sixteen that he'd end up skipping out on his fellow Tunnel Snakes to kiss Val in one of the storage closets, or in the backseat of his car at lunch time- well, he would've laughed in that person's face right before throttling them. Yet here they were, Val dancing and leaving the admiring looks unanswered, while Butch declined a flirtatious offer he would've gladly accepted once. They had a good thing going, the two of them; it didn't matter that so many people from both their circles thought they were each crazy in their own way for holding hands and stealing time together. Val was too smart for him, had promise Butch was sure his dad hated was being wasted with a delinquent like him, and he was going to settle in with a nice, high-paying job because that brain of his could do just about anything. Except, apparently, convince him to keep away from trouble.
Neither could Butch's. Even when they were younger, there'd always been something pulling him back to Val. Now, he figured part of it was how his hair looked out in the sun, twirling the rays around every strand, and how pretty those eyes of his were in the same light. Butch didn't glow like that when he went outside.
Hell, even in here, Val seemed to shine under the low-lighting, and as he made his way over to Butch, he could only grin, leaning back, arms propped up on the bar. Val stole a drink from his glass, although all it did was give a faint blush along his cheeks, which deepened when warm hands left trails down his shoulders and torso, landing to brand his hips. Val fit like a glove, standing between his thighs like he owns the place, and Butch sat up, if only so he could wrap his arms around Val's waist. "'Course I was nice. Gave her some advice, even, but I don't think you really care about that, do you?" His mouth curled into another lazy grin, sapphire eyes glinting. "Gimme some sugar, doll. I need something sweet."
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STUPID CUPID STOP PICKING ON ME
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