(I love how this rp [for us anyway] went from just a high school rp to an adorable gay romance and everything has happened to the characters over the course of a day)
(I love how it went from, first day of school to, two boys saying their love for each other after a few hours of meeting them, XD)
(Totally realistic. Yes. Definitely…)
(This is just an idea, but let me know if it doesn't go right with the story, I won't be offended, but what if they all lived in the same neighborhood?)
Alistair hummed into Chase's neck, starting to doze off again. "She… wouldn't… mind…" he murmured, tightening his arms around Chase.
“We need to get up,” Chase murmured into Alistair neck, but didn’t move. He started kissing Alistair, moving up from his neck to his jaw then to his cheek and the corner of his eye. He dragged his lips over to Alistair’s mouth. Chase ran his hands through Alistair’s hair, gently teasing out the bed head tangles.
(This is just an idea, but let me know if it doesn't go right with the story, I won't be offended, but what if they all lived in the same neighborhood?)
(I think that would be okay)
“We need to get up,” Chase murmured into Alistair's neck, but didn’t move. He started kissing Alistair, moving up from his neck to his jaw then to his cheek and the corner of his eye. He dragged his lips over to Alistair’s mouth. Chase ran his hands through Alistair’s hair, gently teasing out the bed head tangles.
Alistair moaned softly against Chase's lips, loving the feeling of them against his own. Eyes still closed, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss and brushed his tongue against Chase's bottom lip.
This is definitely the best way to wake up…
Chase opened his mouth to Alistair, curling his hands around Alistair’s neck. Chase moaned something, maybe it was Alistair name, who knows, but the morning sun was slowly lightening the room. Chase forced himself to break the kiss, but he touched his forehead to Alistair’s and whispered, “We should get up. I haven’t even gotten any of my homework done from yesterday.”
(Sorry, my computer died)
Alistair's eyes slowly opened and his face morphed into an adorable pout. "But Chaaase," he whined softly. "It's only like seven or eight, and you're dad's not coming until two," he looked at Chase with big puppy dog eyes. "Will you please kiss me again?"
There wasn’t a chance Chase could say no, not even if he wanted to. Chase dipped his head back down, coming back with a passionate kiss. His tongue moved its way to Alistair’s lower lip. He loved this. He loved him. He loved them, together.
Alistair moaned as he parted his lips at the brush of Chase's tongue. He brushed his hands against the warm, slightly exposed skin of Chase's waist. He parted just enough to murmur, "I could kiss you like this forever, love," against Chase's lips.
It was Chase’s turn to moan when Alistair’s fingers brushed against his waist. Chase tilted his head to get a better angle. Chase’s fingers ghosted over Alistair’s neck. He didn’t want it to end, he wanted time to stop, just for them. Chase withdrew slightly only enough to say, “I like it when you call me love,” Then Chase was right back to kissing Alistair.
"Mmmmm… it fits… love," Alistair murmured between kisses, looking up at Chase with hooded eyes. He pressed his hands flat against Chase's lower back, tracing small circles with his fingertips. He took Chase's lower lip between his teeth, sucking gently, before letting it go with a small pop.
Chase felt a shiver, a good shiver, go up his spine. Chase had never tried drugs before, but he just knew that this was better than being high. Gosh, he never wanted it to stop.
Alistair suddenly placed his hands on Chase's hips and carefully flipped them over, so he was above Chase. Bracing his forearms on either side of Chase's head, he looked him in the eyes and murmured, "You're beautiful, you know that, right, love?" before leaning down and kissing him. He slowly kissed up Chase's neck, along his jawline, across his cheekbones, and finally back to his lips.
Chase was absolutely, one hundred percent, at Alistair’s mercy. He forgot how to even speak, it was just him and Alistair and nothing else. A small noise escaped him as Alistair had kissed him jaw, and he just felt so helpless and perfect. But… because the world was cruel they couldn’t stay kissing and snuggling all day. So Chase kissed Alistair for a good hour, before saying, “We really need to get up.”
Placing a final long, soft kiss on Chase's swollen lips, Alistair, at last, pulled away. "I suppose you're right," he added, "Unfortunately."
He sat up, still over Chase, and stretched, again causing his shirt to ride up. "Whadaya wanna do now, babe?" Alistair asked with a lopsided grin, testing out the last word.
Chase smiled. He could really get used to babe, and love, and whatever else Alistair called him with those beautiful lips. Chase slid his hand’s onto Alistair’s hips, “Well… I still really do have to do homework. Maybe we should go to the park or something and work on it there?”
"Sounds good to me," Alistair replied with a smile, getting out of the bed. "I need to shower, though, I probably don't smell all that great. You can, too, if you want, the bathroom is just next door."
“Yeah, I probably should too,” Chase nodded as he slid off the mess of a bed. His hair was way more a mess than usual, and he laughed at he trying to comb his hand through his hair and it would budge. He took his shower, and only realized after he got wet that he probably needed a new set of clothes. He wrapped a towel around his waist and snuck back to Alistair’s room, wary of Kelsey but she wasn’t there. “Um, hey, Alistair can I borrow another set of clothing?” He asked, water still dripping off his hair and down his bare chest.
Alistair looked up from his phone at the sound of Chase's voice and immediately blushed.
Come on, Alistair, you've seen his chest before, he chided himself.
"I- um, yeah, one sec," he replied, forcing his gaze away from Chase's chest and going over to the dresser. He got some clothes and brought them over to Chase, doing his very best not to glance down at his bare chest, which was still riddled with some bruises, though they had gotten a bit better.
Chase changed back in the other room, his boyfriend’s spare clothes still big on him, and came back with a bright smile at his boyfriend. He combed his hands through his wet hair, brushing it back.
Alistair returned Chase's smile and got up, going over and running his hands through Chase's wet hair.
"After I shower, how about we put some more ointment on your bruises before we go the park?" he said, cupping one side of Chase's face.
“Alright,” Chase replied, moving his hand close to Alistair’s face so he could brush over it with his fingers before his boyfriend showered.
Alistair went to the bathroom and showered quickly and, much like Chase, had forgotten a t-shirt.
You'd think I would have thought of this.
Walking back in the bedroom shirtless, he went over to the dresser to pull out a shirt.
"What do you think, Chase," he said, turning back toward him holding two t-shirts up. "Coldplay, or Imagine Dragons?"
Chase stared at Alistair’s bare chest, a blush rising to his face as he tried to look at the shirts. Sure, he had seen Alistair shirtless in the pool, but that didn’t change the fact that his boyfriend was hot. “I think…” Chase tried to recall what Alistair had even asked him, but Chase forced his eyes to snap back to the shirts, “I think the Coldplay one.”