Axel nodded, a rare laugh escaping his lips as he continued to wheel his chair throughout the hallways next to Luka. "Where do you want to go? Know any 'romantic' places?" He asked, looking up at the boy as he let go of his wheelchair to make air quotes.
"What?" Luka launched himself away, blush written across his face. "R-romantic?" He pulled at his collar, clearing his throat and resuming his position. Act chill, man. "Yeah, I guess there's a garden balcony in the North wing that's pretty groovy."
"Yeah. Is there a problem with romantic?" Axel teased, glancing over at Luka and grinning as he noticed the blush on his cheeks. He looked down soon after, feeling his own face heat up. It was odd. He usually never got so flustered around others.
He looked coy. "Not at all. Romantic places are just rad." Luka gripped the handles, double-checking with Axel, "But are you sure you want to go? The balcony is sort of. . . too romantic. It could make you want to kiss me. Not that I can't already make you kiss me, I'm pretty hot already," he grinned at an invisible camera, "but uh, just checking?"
(I just realized Axel and Luka are the only couple that haven't kissed yet)
(Lol. Do it.)
"Yeah, so hot." Axel mumbled, glancing over his shoulder at Luka as they began to move towards the balcony. "You know we've only known each other for about three hours. How do I know that you aren't just a murderer who acts like they want to kiss me, but then randomly pushes me over the edge? " He joked, a small smile tugging the corners of his lips up as he looked down at his hands.
"No, I definitely just want to kiss you." Did that sentence actually just happen? Luka brushed it off. "I wouldn't push you off the edge, you're too awesome for me to do that." I didn't say that I wanted to kiss Axel. That never happened. "But the balcony is a great place, seriously."
"It's a great place to murder me too. Not that I would mind," Axel answered, leaning back in his wheelchair as they continued to move through the halls, ignoring the stares they got from nurses and various adults. He felt his cheeks heat up when Luka said that he wanted to kiss him, and covered it up by hiding his face with his hoodie's sleeve.
"Don't say that!" Luka patted Axel's head, smile plastered onto his face, "Besides, I'm not a murderer." They made it to the balcony and Luka pushed open the doors, leading them into an oasis of plants. Rows upon rows of sweet-smelling flowers covered the edges, exotic eucalyptus trees towered above them, various plants lined across the walkway, from succulents to rosemary. But the real showstopper, was the waterfall in the back, completing the scene of the romantic balcony. Oh, and don't forget the ivy that climbed up the walls and the large swing attached to one of the trees.
(lol)
Kaz woke up with a yawn, rolling and bumping into someone next to him. He opened his eyes, a smile working its way to his face as he saw Vaughn next to him. If that wasn't a great way to wake up, he didn't know what was
Vaughn hummed softly, feeling something nudge him. He shifted where he was laying slightly, a soft breath escaping his lips slowly. Where was he at? The hostpital beds at the mental health center were not nearly as comfortable as this. His hand clenched the covers slightly, feeling the material. His eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times. He jolted upright, his breaths sharp as he struggled to remember where he was. He looked down and noticed Kaz, quickly beginning to remember what happened. Images of touches and breathless noises came into his mind, making his cheeks flush as he leaned back down to lay by Kaz. “Sorry,” he mumbled softly, bringing a hesitant hand to rest on the side of Kaz’s face.
Thorn's eyes lit up, "Sure! I can get a head start and fall head over heels for this."
Lana turned on the soundtrack and turned the volume up loud. How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore…
Thorn's eyes lit up, "Sure! I can get a head start and fall head over heels for this."
Lana turned on the soundtrack and turned the volume up loud. How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore…
Thorn closed her eyes and smiled. The song was really good. She might like this.
(oops)
After a few more songs, Lana asked, "Liking it so far?"
Thorn nodded, "Yeah it's great. Do you think we can leave yet?"
"I'll check," Lana said, stepping out of the closet and heading towards the nearest window. The sun had sunk low in the horizon, barely peeping over the trees. A few stars were already out. "Yeah, I think we're good," she called, returning to the closet.
Thorn stepped out and looked at the setting sun. It was already pretty far down, but the colors still brought a smile to her face, "So, to the movies?"
(lol)
Kaz woke up with a yawn, rolling and bumping into someone next to him. He opened his eyes, a smile working its way to his face as he saw Vaughn next to him. If that wasn't a great way to wake up, he didn't know what wasVaughn hummed softly, feeling something nudge him. He shifted where he was laying slightly, a soft breath escaping his lips slowly. Where was he at? The hostpital beds at the mental health center were not nearly as comfortable as this. His hand clenched the covers slightly, feeling the material. His eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times. He jolted upright, his breaths sharp as he struggled to remember where he was. He looked down and noticed Kaz, quickly beginning to remember what happened. Images of touches and breathless noises came into his mind, making his cheeks flush as he leaned back down to lay by Kaz. “Sorry,” he mumbled softly, bringing a hesitant hand to rest on the side of Kaz’s face.
Kaz smiled at him softly. "It's okay. I was already awake," he mumbled, a hand moving to cover the one on his cheek. "G'morning, by the way. You want breakfast?" he asked softly, an almost lovestruck smile crossing his face
“Hold on, morning? Shit!” Vaughn cursed sharply, hurriedly getting out of bed. “I am so dead, they’re going to kick my ass.” He glanced around, searching for where his clothes had been thrown. He pulled his boxers on, and then his pants. “Where the hell is my shirt..?” He mumbled to himself.
"Hey, hey, chill. I called the hospital, what's his face said you don't have to go back till tonight," Kaz grumbled, rolling out of the bed and falling directly to the floor. He laid there lazily, face pressed into the carpet while he ignored the ability to get up
Vaughn looked over at Kaz, his breathing calming slowly. “Thank you,” he said, nodding his head slowly. He smiled and stayed dressed how he was, crouching down next to Kaz. He rubbed at Kaz’s back, hand occasionally trailing lower to squeeze playfully at Kaz’s backside. “Tired? Come on, let’s grab breakfast.”
Kaz squeaked in surprise, batting at Vaughn's hand as his face went red. "Yeah, yeah, just…" He righted himself, standing up and running a hand through his tangle of hair. "Gimme a minute, I have no idea where my clothes are," he laughed, reaching for his pants and boxers nearby
Vaughn chuckled quietly and nodded, getting to his feet. “Yeah, it was pretty wild last night,” he said, running a hand through his own bed headed hair. He remembered the euphoric feeling of being intimate with Kaz, and it brought a smile to his lips.
"You're telling me. I might have been a little buzzed, but man, sign me up for round two. Or ten," Kaz laughed, pulling his shoes on before reaching for his tank top across the bed. He pulled it on, making sure his dog tags were still around his neck before slipping his NASA hoodie on and rolling the sleeves up
Vaughn’s smile grew at Kaz’s words. He was right, he had been worrying for nothing. It wasn’t just a slightly drunken one night stand. “I’d be open to that,” he added quickly. He looked around for a moment longer before finding the rest of his clothes. He tugged on the undershirt, the button up coming next, before shrugging on his suit jacket.
Kaz fiddled with his hoodie sleeves for a moment, smiling over at Vaughn as he made sure the tattoos on his arms were visible. "Well we might just have to convince the hospital to let me keep you here," he chuckled