forum Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)

Started March 16, 2020 by @Fraust

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“I never said you don’t have food, I’m just tryna avoid eating you guys out of house and home, y’know.” Damien grinned, standing up with a shrug. “I’ll be right back, I guess. Gonna grab some food- you want any?”

"Sure… surprise me." Rowan curled up into a tight ball when Damien left, shivering from the cold. "And bring a blanket or something, it's so fucking cold in this house."

“Sure, sure… and yeah, dude, why’s your house always like fuckin’ Antarctica or some shit like that? Goddamn, makes Happy Feet wish he had a jacket on.” Damien laughed, pulling a couple snacks and bringing them back. “Gimme a sec to grab a blanket, but you can use this if you want it.” He tugged on his jacket.

Rowan pulled on the jacket and returned to his tight ball. "I don't knooooow…" He whined. "Maybe my parents are trying to save money or something. They wouldn't fuckin tell me."

“God, that sucks. Sorry, dude.” Damien called, already heading back upstairs to get a blanket or two for them.

Rowan huddled up in the blanket that Damien gave him, still shivering. "I'm always cold and this is not fucking helping."

“Right? At least it’s getting warmer. Kinda fuckin’ tired of having to wear a jacket every day.” He groaned with a slight roll of the eyes.

"Hold me baaaabe~" Rowan whined playfully, huddling closer to Damien. "Lemme steal your waaaarmth~"

Damien wrapped his own blanket around Rowan with a dramatic shiver. “Jesus, Frosty the Snowman over here! You’re fuckin’ freezing, dude.”

"I'm so fucking cold. I wish I could die. At least it's warm in hell." Rowan was shivering violently by now despite the blankets.

“Alright, now you’re just being dramatic. C’mon, dude.” Damien pulled him into a warm hug, trying to get Rowan to warm just at least a little bit.

"I'm always dramatic, thank you very much." Rowan stayed as close to Damien as he could, exhaling shakily.

“Damn, how could I have forgotten?” Damien teased, leaning his own head lightly on Rowan’s.

"I'm still coooold…" Rowan whined weakly, his teeth chattering a bit. "I don't know why but I'm so fucking freezing."

“I can feel it, dude, don’t gotta tell me twice.” Damien shivered as well. “And I swear, man, you’re stealin’ all my fuckin’ body heat!”

"Gimme your fucking warmth." Rowan clung to Damien for dear life. "I'm seizing the rights to production of heat, fuck you."

“Oh, we’re doin’ this communism style? Got it. In that case, comrade.” Damien clung right back, now shivering as well. “Oh my god, you fuckin’ ice cube..”

"I'm so fucking cold, okay? Just… fuckin'… Stalin? More like… stealin'…" Rowan shuddered again and drew in a wavering breath.

“Stealin’ all the damn warmth, holy shit.” Damien laughed, still snuggled up against Rowan. “Crazy as fuck, man.”

"Mmm… with my luck, I've got a fucking fever or something and that's why I'm extra cold." Rowan sighed softly.

“You don’t have a fever, Ro.. here, lemme feel your forehead.” He held out his hand to touch Rowan’s head.

Rowan did actually feel a little warmer than he should and he shivered at Damien's cold hands. "Fuckin'… ice hands over here, get off…" He whined, pushing Damien's hand away.

“Sorry, sorry! Can’t help it. Uh- maybe it’s just my fuckin’ Frozone hands, but you do feel a little warm.” Damien frowned, tucking his hands back into the blanket.

Rowan groaned and huddled close again. "Well that's just fucking fantastic, isn't it?" He sighed in frustration.

“Right? Goddamn, you got enough on your plate as is. Maybe it’s just me havin’ cold hands, though.”