We just met, [ Private ] but that doesn't mean that we can't be a couple.

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    [justify]Bransen laughed again, that time grabbed Ian's legs and pushing him over so that he could mount him. "What now? What did you say, little Ian?" he asked, a smirk spread across his face. The male grabbed Ian's hands with one of his hands and put them above his head. With the other hand, he began to tickle Ian's sides.[/justify]

    Ian laughed loudly hitting Bransen's back kicking his feet. "No don't tickle me!" Ian gasp laughing and squirming trying to get out of his grasp. "No fair!" He panted smiling

    [justify]Bransen laughed loudly, un-phased by Ian's attempts for him to stop. He pulled up his shirt and blew on his stomach, making the little farting sound like you did with babies. Bransen chuckled again as he calmed down a little, and began to kiss his stomach cutely. "It's totally fair," he finally said as he leaned down to kiss Ian's neck.[/justify]

    Ian did a little coughy laugh wiggling his arm free to his face in the crook of his arm. His already thin stomach pushed in as he laughed. "I'm being violated." He joked laughing

    [justify]Bransen laughed again. "Oh? If you call it that, then I might as well put more effort into my 'violation process,'" he said as he pulled Ian's shirt up even more, only to reveal his skinny chest. Bransen kissed his chest gently, soon trailing up to his lips to do the same thing.[/justify]

    "That tickles." Ian laughed covering his mouth from letting out anymore adorable noises. "Let me be free!" He squeaked kicking his feet and giving Bransen big puppy eyes

    [justify]Bransen shook his head politely. "But why?" he retorted, placing his chin upright on the boy's chest. He smirked. "I'm having fun teasing you and violating you," the male added as he pecked Ian's chest gently.[/justify]

    -You know what would be funny. If Kio guy walks in forgetting his jacket and like attackin Ian-


    "Well im ticklish." Ian whimpered pouting pulling all his stops out to get free

    [justify]Ah, I can't remember who that is. *^* If you could share that with me... *Nervous neck rub.*


    Bransen laughed gently before kissing him eagerly. "Please?" he asked, making a pouty face, "I promise to be good!" The male hugged onto Ian desperately and hoped that the hard-head would let him advance.[/justify]

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    [justify]Bransen held the male back as he kept trying to kiss him. "Why don't you just accept this and kiss me back?" Kio asked as he grasped Bransen's hands. He blinked slowly as if what he had said about Ian didn't even get to Kio. "I am in a relationship, Kio. Stop it," he warned gently as he pushed the smaller male away from him. "We've had sex before!" Kio whined, trying to use that as a coax. Bransen shook his head in disappointment. "Just because we have had sex doesn't give you the right to jump my sh-t. Okay, I liked you back then. Now, I'm with someone. I can't just go off and hump everything in sight."[/justify]



    "Your not being good anyways!" Ian whined hitting Bransen's back not very hard but enough to get the word across

    [justify]Oh. That's right. Sure, that would be quite the subplot.


    Bransen blinked several times before kissing Ian again and again, until he was nibbling on his earlobe. Suddenly, the front door opened up slowly, and Bransen whipped his head around to see Kio standing there with wide eyes. "I-I hope I didn't walk in on anything..!" Kio squeaked. Bransen shook his head gently. "Well, to be honest, you did. I was just about to get going on my boyfriend," he shared as he looked down to Ian with a smirk.[/justify]

    Ian blush was making everything red as he panicked falling off the couch screaming "my brother is a cop!" He yelled hitting the floor with a loud thump looking at Bransen with challenging eyes

    [justify]Bransen shook his head. "I will eat your brother alive, Ian," he said quite plainly before looking up to Kio. The male got up and swiped off his sweater casually. "Did you by chance need anything, Kio?" Bransen asked blandly.[/justify]

    Ian hopped up to but avoided any eye contact with everyone as he locked his arms around his back and before putting his head down he gave Kio a worried smile and went down to looking at the ground and his shoes

    [justify]Bransen brought Ian into his grasp, hugging him protectively he said, "Kio?" As he called out his name, Kio suddenly snapped out of the minor trance he was in. "Yeah, no. I needed to talk to you more about yesterday.." he said shyly before making a puppy dog face.[/justify]

    If Ian had ears they would be flatten because he could feel the tension in the room building. "Err do I need to leave, because I'm totally fine with doing that." Ian said rapidly frowning.

    [justify]Bransen shook his head to both of the boys. "No, Ian. You stay. But, as for you, Kio, now isn't really a good time," he shared, hugging Ian even tighter so that he couldn't escape. Kio frowned and turned around, leaving the room quickly. Bransen sighed, and rested his head on Ian's shoulder. "I just want him to leave me alone. I think he just can't grasp the concept of me being in a relationship.."[/justify]

    "Who is he anyways. He always looks like he wants to choke me." Ian grumbled trying to get free. His ribs were really hurting.

    [justify]Bransen shrugged like he didn't know what Ian meant. "Ian, Kio is just a high school crush. We did some things here and there, but it doesn't mean anything now," the male explained as he released Ian.[/justify]

    Ian just looked up with a small smile. "At least its over and I am the only person you find beautiful." Ian blushed avoiding eye contact at all cost.