forum Sodapop and Cigarettes (1960’s teenager gang RP) OPEN

Started June 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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Vien couldn't help the smile that kept itself on his face as he kissed Beau. He reached over, setting their plates on the dingy coffee table in front of the couch before tugging Beau over him gently

Beau moved his lips with Vien's as he felt himself being tugged towards them on the couch. He made a barely audible noise as he furrowed his brow faintly, kissing Vien a bit harder.

Vien cracked an eye open to look at Beau, and couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him. Poor Beau looked like he was trying not to cry. He closed his eyes again, wrapping both arms loosely around the other boy's middle as he kissed him a bit harder as well

Beau tried to make sure that he wouldn't practically fall onto Vien, both of his hands placed methodically on either side of him. He parted his lips as he tilted his head to the side faintly, opening his eyes for a moment to look at Vien.

Vien still had his eyes closed, moving with Beau as his hands rubbed absently at the other boy's back. It was almost ridiculous how unbelievable kissing Beau was sometimes. Never would he have thought he would be making out with a cute boy on his foster mother's couch

Beau's hand ran through Vien's dark hair as he kissed him harder, his breathing a little heavier as strands of his own white hair fell across his eyes. He closed his eyes again, shifting faintly as he attempted to keep himself from falling onto Vien.

Vien made a small, barely audible noise as Beau began to press their lips together a little harder. One hand moved up to the back of Beau's head, the other still rubbing gentle circles into his back

Beau began to feel a little pain in his chest from the bruises, but quickly ignored it as he pressed himself against Vien. One of his hands moved to the back of Vien's neck as he sighed against their lips.

Vien kissed Beau for a moment longer before breaking away, his breathing a little heavy and his face red. He looked up at Beau, a small smile quirking at the corner of his lips. "I don't suppose you think we're g-getting a little too heated?" he asked. He personally didn't mind, he was just worried he might accidentally be pressuring Beau into doing something he didn't want to

"I don't know. It's alright I suppose," Beau answered, shrugging a bit as he looked down at Vien hesitantly. He ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what he wanted to do. He honestly liked Vien a lot, but he wasn't sure if he was quite ready.

Vien looked up at him, icy eyes fixed on Beau's face as if he was studying him. "We don't have to do anything, I p-promise. I would just love cuddles," he mumbled, realizing Beau was probably a little uncomfortable. To show he was okay with it he even reached over to his plate to take a bite of pizza before setting the slice back down

"It's just…I've done it a couple times with girl's that I don't even care about. You're special to me and I-I don't want to rush it," Beau mumbled softly, hoping that he wasn't bothering Vien somehow. What is they thought that was a pathetic reason?

"No, I understand. I d-don't want to rush it either," Vien assured him. He had never really done anything with girls before, but he had messed with boys a time or two when he still lived in Birmingham. "I wouldn't want to f-force you into something and accidentally make you uncomfortable."

"I know you'd never try to force me into something," Beau said softly as he ran a hand through his messy hair, looking down at Vien and studying him for a few moments. "But we can do it." He added after a long pause, nodding as if he was agreeing with his own words.

"Just because we can doesn't mean we have t-to, Beau," Vien assured him. "I don't want to unless you're a-absolutely sure," he continued, a hand moving to Beau's cheek affectionately

"I'm sure," Beau answered softly after a small pause, his hand moving to cover Vien's. If other's had seen him like this; hesitant and doubting himself, Beau didn't think that they would recognize him. Most of the Greasers only knew one side to him.
(Should we just skip it?)

Vien fell back against the couch, breathing heavily. "Damn," was all he could muster the brainpower for. He looked up at Beau, a small smile working its way across his face

"Damn is righ-right," Beau answered, stammering over a few of his words as he rubbed the nape of his neck, sure that his face was probably bright red. A soft smile spread across his own face as he looked towards Vien, but quickly glanced away as his blush deepened further.

"Oh my god, you can't just act like a f-flustered schoolgirl after that," Vien teased, leaning up a bit to press a few kisses to Beau's neck. For once he wasn't the flustered one, and he was going to take full advantage of that fact

"I do hap-happen to be a flustered schoolgirl," Beau answered, laughing softly as he leaned into Vien's touch. This might have been the first time that he had been completely and utterly flustered to the point where he could barely talk.

"Well congratulations," Vien laughed, pressing another few kisses to Beau's neck before nipping at the skin playfully. He wrapped his arms around Beau loosely, still grinning as he rubbed at the other's back

Beau chuckled lightly as he leaned against Vien and rested his head on their shoulder, releasing a faint sigh. He wrapped his arms around their middle and closed his eyes for a few moments. "This is the first time that you're less flustered than me, Vien. I think this is a record." Beau murmured softly as his eyes again.

"Probably because that was t-too great for my brain to function properly," Vien chuckled, pressing a kiss to Beau's forehead affectionately. He laid there for a moment, breathing beginning to slow as he reached up to run a hand through Beau's hair