forum Not a friendly Start that Becomes a Little too Friendly (Abandoned) (X/1) (MxM)

Started March 02, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Lucas hums, "Need help?" He reaches out, readying to push the bowl to him.

Tristan chuckles.

"If you would be willing to, yeah." he says softly.

Lucas pushes the bowl in front of Tristan, "There, your six o'clock." He hums, sipping his drink.

Tristan smiles greatfully. "Thanks."

He reaches into the bowl, grabs a handful of nuts and pops the into his mouth.

Lucas smiles watching him.

Tristan senses Lucas' gaze on him and chuckles, swallowing.

"Am I really that interesting, that you'd watch me shove peanuts into my mouth and still think of me as good-looking?" he jokes.

Lucas ponders the question, then nods, "Yes. And not just merely good looking. Hot is what you are, as I've said before."

Tristan shakes his head, bemused.

"You're strange."

"How so?"

"You're just staring while I shove food in my face hole; how is that not strange?" he teases.

Lucas huffs, "I am not staring. I'm watching, there's a difference. In plus, would you rather I not bask in you fantabulousness?"

"Oh no, I want you to bask in my fantabulousness. Just don't do it while I'm inelegantly stuffing my mouth hole with peanuts." he chuckles.

Lucas laughs, "If you don't want me watching you while you shovel food into your mouth, you'll have to find a way to make me."

Tristan tilts his head curiously, playfully.

"Something like-" he starts, across the table and next to Lucas in a flash. "-this?"

He wraps a hand behind Lucas' head and pulls him in close, kissing him.

Lucas gasps softly, leaning into Tristan, gripping his shirt slightly.

After a few seconds, Tristan pulls away, smirking, slipping past Lucas and back into his own seat.

He licked his lips, slowly. "Somehow, the alcohol tastes better now."

Lucas looks at him, “I—“ He shakes his head slowly, trying to find his words.

"Yes. . .?" Tristan chuckles, waiting for the rest of the sentence.

Lucas huffs, going silent for a moment, “Thanks-?” He utters the first word to come into his mind.

Tristan grins.

"You're welcome."

“Wipe that grin off your face-“ He mutters, “You look like you just accomplished something impossible.”

"I really didn't. I just accomplished my goal, which was to divert your attention from my 'fantabulousness' while I eat my peanuts." he chuckles.

Lucas rolls his eyes, “Which is impossible because I can still watch you eat peanuts.” He looks at Tristan, smiling slightly.

Tristan grins, getting up again, grabbing his bowl of oeanuts and walking around to the back of Lucas' chair, wrapping an arm around the smaller man's throat gently.

"You sure about that, sweetheart?"

Lucas goes still, looking up at Tristan, "Oh, I'm sure about that." He smirks slightly. "Careful, you may start a bar fight. Despite what you want, I don't want to get punched in the face of anything."