forum Gay AF Roleplay (Closed)

Started April 10, 2018 by @AliaGF

tune

"Wherever you want," Mitchell said. "And there's an empty room to your left, you can keep the drums in there." He emerged from the room with a bunch of blankets, which he tossed at Tyler.

Tyler caught the blankets and peeped into the soon-to-be drum room. 'Noice,' he commented. 'I'll probably sleep on the sofa.'

Mitchell frowned. He didn't like the idea of Tyler having to sleep on the couch. He knew it was really uncomfortable. "What time is it? Maybe sleep number is still open, I could probably buy you a bed there so you won't have to sleep on the couch."

Tyler shook his head but smiled at Mitchell's selflessness. 'It's fine, you don't have to spend all that money on me.'

"Well I'm going to if you're living here." He went to grab pillows. "I spend a lot of money on myself, I'm going to spend a lot on you too."

'You're too nice,' said Tyler. 'Thank you so much for letting me stay here.'

"No problem," he said, returning and giving him a smile.

'One day I'll repay you,' stated Tyler, smiling at Mitchell. 'I don't know how, but I will.

"I can think of a few ways," Mitchell joked, winking at Tyler.

(mITCHELL)
Tyler laughed, hiding his face behind his hands. 'Oh, shut uuupp, Mitchell,' he chuckled.

(I'M SORRY I HAD TO)
He laughed, walking over to the kitchen to clean up a few things before going to bed. "I'm just kidding, don't worry."

(LMAO)
Tyler began to lay out the blankets and pillows on the sofa. 'I should be getting a job soon, so I guess I can pay you. I don't want to have you pay for everything, I've got to contribute to the house too.'

"I'm just gonna use the money to buy you food or something," He said, starting the dishwasher and turning a few lights off.

'Okay then,' said Tyler. He went to unload the massive box which held his drum kit when he heard his phone go off. He checked the screen.
Text from Mum:
Just know that I still love you. I'm sorry about your father and his choices. Feel free to text me if you need me.
A tear rolled down his cheek, and he wiped it away. But he couldn't take it, and he burst into tears.

Mitchell turned to see Tyler in tears. He went tense, then rushed to his side. He put a hand on Tyler's shoulder, not sure what to do. "What's wrong?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm and soft.

'It's… I don't know. My mum, she texted me, and…' he tried to calm himself down, breathing slowly. 'I guess it's just a shock to be away from her. She was trying to convince my dad not to kick me out. It's fine, though.'
He sat down on the sofa, wiping his face. 'I'm fine, just overreacting. A lot has happened in the past couple of days.'

Mitchell kneeled down in front of Tyler. "She could always come visit my house, if you want to see her."

'I–I guess so,' he mumbled, wiping up the last of the tears. 'Thank you. So much.'
He leaned forward and hugged Mitchell, grateful for everything he'd done.

He jumped a bit, surprised by the hug, but relaxed a second later. He wrapped his arms around Tyler, smiling softly. "No problem."

'You give good hugs,' said Tyler. 'Thank you.'

Mitchell blushed a bit, hiding his face in Tyler's shoulder. "Thanks," he mumbled. "So do you."

Feeling the urge to, Tyler leaned out of the hug and kissed him on the forehead.
'Now, I'm going to bed, so I'll see you in the morning,' he said, sorting out the blankets on the sofa.

He went silent, face going warm. "Uh, y-yeah. See you," he said, walking off to his room.