Crazy Crazy [two] Million

“I don’t want to get all sexy and…” Leander muttered under his breath before seeing the teasing look across Anthony’s face and giving a little groan. “You’re f*Cking impossible, did you know that?” he growled down at the boy after a moment, though he found himself relaxing even after that tiny little exchange, reminded that he was doing this with Anthony because he liked Anthony, and Anthony liked him back. He wasn’t trying to prove himself to the other man. They were just exploring their relationship. This is Anthony. Cuddle wh*re Anthony. Wants-to-be-little-spoon Anthony. And your shirt’s already off, so clearly there’s not that much of a problem… he thought before leaning down and pressing his lips hungrily against Anthony’s.

His hands started reaching for the bottom of the man’s shirt before he even pulled away from the kiss, though he finally did break it so that he could stare as he ran his fingers over the slier of perfectly toned caramel-gold skin already peaking out from between his boxers and his shorts. “You are literally so hot…” he grumbled under his breath, more to himself than anything, though he let his eyes flicker towards Anthony and he leaned forward again, pressing his lips hungrily to the man’s once more. Only when he pulled away, tugging at the man’s lower lip as he did, did he smirk and give a little growl. “Remind me to give you a h*cky, okay? Make sure that everyone knows you’re mine now…” he added with a little grill and though, sure, it sent a massive blush shooting across his face, he knew that Anthony would love it, and he found he was somehow able to say it smoother than he ever expected. “Make sure all the other guys know to stay away."

“I don’t know… It’s kinda hot when you do it yourself…” Leander purred, looking at Anthony for a second before smirking and flipping them around again, giving a little grunt when he fell back against the bed, though it turned to a groan when he felt Anthony settling right on top of him. “There…” he whispered after a moment, once he was finally able to open his eyes and not be totally nervous that just a look at his boyfriend would throw him out of control. “This is much better, don’t you think?” he added, his hands slipping up another inch under the shirt, his eyes immediately flickering to the exposed skin.

“You know, this was supposed to be our time to snuggle.” he breathed as he continued nudging the shirt up, pausing when it was bunched around Anthony’s shoulder so that he could place a shy-but-pleased kiss on his boyfriend’s chest, pulling away with a smirk. “And this feels like a whole lot of not-snuggling. This is why you’re never the little spoon…” he added under his breath, his eyes flickering up to Anthony’s beautiful green ones for a moment before he grinned and tugged off the man’s shirt altogether, throwing it god-knows-where in the room before turning back to him and slowly leaning back against the bed, licking his lips subconsciously as he looked at his boyfriend. “Wow….” was all he could finally think to say as he stared at what could only be described as washboard abs, perfectly coffee-colored skin, and just the lightest smattering of hair that he didn’t expect to turn him on as much as it did.

“Is there something wrong with that?” Leander challenged, looking up at Anthony for a long moment before reaching forward and, with a little more daring, pressing his lips against the other man’s chest again, a pleased hum escaping him as he did. This man, this beautiful, beautiful, so incredibly hot man was his to kiss and touch. It blew his mind quite a bit. He let his hands move from Anthony’s hips so that they were slowly trailing up his sides, feeling every edge of muscle, every defined plane. Only after exploring for quite some time did he let his eyes meet his boyfriend’s again, and then he just pulled his lips away from that perfect skin to smirk up at him the tiniest bit.

“It’s not my fault that you’re so captivating…” he added with a little pout up at the man, though the look quickly turned to a smirk despite all his intentions, and he reached up, taking Anthony’s hand and bringing it to his mouth, slowly kissing each of the fingers before crunching up and kissing up the man’s arm, a tiny little whimper of want escaping him when he felt Anthony’s perfect arms- so muscular- quivering under his touch. “Maybe I just want to spend a little more time admiring you.” he finished softly, sitting up fully now, his hands on Anthony’s hips to keep him planted in his lap, as his lips one more ran over the man’s neck. “It’s not my fault…"

ooc: I think they should ;) but just a little bit. Definitely not all the way. Leander is a shy little g*y boy who is literally just excited to be dating another boy, he's not skipping right to the good stuff.

But I think they should get a little freaky. A little freakier than they have in the past!

LEANDER JONES

“Delaney, I just… I mean, I knew he was hot, but… I mean, he… Ahhh!” Leander said, his face somehow incredibly shy and totally delighted at the same time as he covered his face with his hands and then flopped down onto her tiny little bed, ignoring the way the mattress jumped up at the other end due to his weight, and then just giving a little squeal. “I just… I did more than just kissing. With. A. Boy!” he added, as if he hadn’t just said that a million times already. He knew he was totally oversharing, and that he never did anything like this, but he didn’t even care. He needed someone else to share his happiness with him.

He could still feel Anthony on his body, but not in any sort of s*xual way. He could still feel Anthony’s heat curling around him, warming him when the man reverted back to his usual Big Spoon role after they were done playing around, not even needing to ask to know that Leander just wanted to be held. He could still smell Anthony around him- that smell of soap and a little bit of oranges and just boy- as he’d kissed him slowly afterwards, reassuring him without even letting Leander start worrying himself, that they’d taken the next step to be closer to each other, not just because they were h*rny. He could still see Anthony’s long eyelashes fluttering shut as they just cuddled, and it filled his entire body with delight.

“I like him so much.” he whispered after a second, peeking out from his hands to look at his friend, giving a little giggle- an actual giggle, coming from the 200 pound, 6 foot tall black guy on the bed- when he finally made eye contact, out of no reason other than it felt right. “I literally… I’ve never felt like this before about anyone. Anyone.” he repeated, punctuating it with a breath before closing his eyes again and putting his hands over his face, another tiny squeal of happiness escaping him, his breath only catching when he realized that the L-word was resting right on the tip of his tongue, ready to fall out and declare itself to the world.

“I did. And I can’t believe that I ever slept with a girl before. Ever. Like, all those experiences? I’d trade them in a heartbeat just to cuddle with Anthony. He’s… Gah. He’s so cute. All the time. Like, cute and hot. And he got all whiny that I never let him be the little spoon, and you should have seen his face. He did the puppy dog eyes. It almost broke my heart. It’s unfair.” he breathed, melting back into her bed as he thought of his boyfriend and how he literally embodied everything good in Leander’s world. “He’s so perfect…” he added.

He sat up after a second, a wide smile on his face, but he had the tact to notice the shine in her eyes and he immediately shut up, embarrassment washing over him. “Oh my god. I totally… Sorry. I wasn’t even thinking…” he apologized, looking over at the binder she’d gotten from Bennett for a long moment before looking back at her and giving a little sigh. “I take it from your longing look that you haven’t opened it up yet?” he asked, ignoring the flower that rested next to it- a single daisy who’s petals had just started to brown, and could be no more than a day or two old. A whole lot newer than the book.

“Don’t you think that you should maybe just take a look at it?” he asked after a second, looking at her with a little smile before standing up from the bed and moving to sit next to her. He considered slinking down into the chair for a long moment before he snorted and rolled his eyes, instead moving over to just sit on the floor next to her, a sad smile across his face. “I know how nervous you are, and how nervous you were, but Dee… I haven’t seen you as happy as you were when you were with him. It was just… You just sort of clicked. And I bet that you could do that again.” he offered softly, nervous that he’d be crossing the line.

“I think…” Leander started before pausing, a little frown on his face as he thought. Because she had a point. She knew Bennett, and he knew Bennett, and they’d both known him much too well form all the gossip magazines before he’d actually been forced onto their little service project. But at the same time, that Bennett was definitely not the same Bennett that was around when Delaney was. The Delaney Bennett… Well, he was just a lovesick idiot trying his hardest to get the tiniest bit of attention.

“I think that if you don’t give him another chance, you’ll never know.” was what he finally murmured, reaching over to give Delaney’s thigh a little squeeze. “And, honey? If you want him, you kind of have to make your decision fast. Today’s Sunday. Next week? That’s his last week.” he murmured softly, realizing that Delnaey hadn’t even noticed, and that was the saddest part. “He just finished week seven. The court only appointed him eight weeks to make up for his misdemeanors… You’re kind of running out of time.” he whispered softly before standing and shrugging, his earlier good mood about Anthony dead, but he was hopefully optimistic for her.

“Just… Maybe take the first step. Open the binder? See what he made for you?” he offered softly, looking at her for a moment before sighing and walking out of the room, closing the door behind her. Maybe he was a little peeved, sure. He’d gone in there fully expecting her to be his supportive best friend, and she’d kinda just been a melancholy blob instead. But he knew that was unfair. He knew she’d liked Bennett way more than she’d told even him- and she’d actually admitted her feelings to him- and he couldn’t imagine living with a broken heart. Anthony, if you ever… he thought, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he thought of the other man, even despite the circumstances.

c h e s h i r e wrote:

When Delaney opened the book, Bennett realized that he totally wasn’t ready to stand there and watch her do it, so he quickly threw his hand over the first page and looked at her, blushing when he realized how close they were. Yeah, they were still separated by a full foot, maybe even more, but he hadn’t been this close to her in almost a week, and even this sort of proximity made him blush. “Don’t slap me, please. I promise I’m not making a move.” he assured softly, looking down at the book for one more second before blushing and looking back at her.

“It’s just, uh… You know how when people write you a card, sometimes it’s weird to read the card right in front of them?” he asked, trying to figure out the best way to describe the situation and utterly failing. He blamed it on the nerves. “Because sometimes it’s kind of emotional and all that and they’re just sitting at you, staring? Well, this is kind of like that. Not that it’s emotional. I just… You know, don’t really want to be here when you read it. Not because it’s anything bad, it’s just… awkward.” he said, biting his lip for a moment before slowly pulling his hand away and blushing.

“So I’m gunna go back to my room, okay? Just… I don’t know. I won’t approach you again, I promise. If you ever feel ready to talk to me again, you can come. Or text, or even just smile or anything. Just tell me. I’m not going to push you. I promise.” he whispered softly, looking at her for one more second before biting his lip and slipping past, trying his hardest not to whisper the three words that he knew would ruin everything. Because she may not love him anymore, but he loved her more than ever.

ooc: SO I was thinking that he made a scrapbook of all the fun times they’ve had together or something? But like obviously it hasn’t been that long, and most of it wouldn’t have been photographed (like her yelling at him for something), but like every single moment that he’s thought about and remembered between the two of them. Most are funny, some are serious. And since most wasn’t photographed, the book is mostly his drawings of the scenes happening. In crayon or colored pencil. And we’ve already established exactly how good at art he is XD Just a way for him to show her he cares. Like the drawings may be f*cking awful, but it’s really clear the book took him a long time to make.

this is my post from last time :) I think it's page 47?

BENNETT HALEN PIERCE

Bennett looked terrible. And when he said terrible, he really meant terrible. It wasn’t like before, where his hair was slightly out of line or the sun had left a freckle or two too dark on his face. No, he really just looked awful. His skin was actually paler, his eyes were highlighted by the dark bags underneath his eyes. His hair was almost lacking its usual shine, and he was slumped over a bit. He still had a smile across his face, though. That’s what he’d always been told, every day during his acting career. Smile. Your teeth are your fourth best asset, you don’t want to cover them up. So he smiled. Even though he was breaking on the inside.

He thought the worst part would be seeing her, every day, smiling and laughing with his friends, but that ended up being the best. He still liked her, of course. He was pretty sure he loved her, actually, but he refused to call it that anymore. He didn’t want to blow things out of proportion, especially considering that now he was just pining after her. Because she didn’t want him anymore. He’d put himself out there, he’d tried, and she denied it. Not that he didn’t understand why. He understood more and more every day, because the idea of her not wanting him was slowly killing him. It was his fault, though, and he owned it. He knew he messed up. He knew that was the reason he lost the best thing to ever happen to him.

So that’s why that morning was like no other. He slipped out of his room just early enough to run down to te cafeteria and, with a charming smile to Inez, the cafeteria lady, the one smile that wasn’t forced at all, he slipped into the fridge behind her and grabbed a bottle of lemonade. “You’re a godsend, my dear…” he murmured, giving the woman a playful wink before running back through the school, setting the bottle of lemonade next to Delaney’s door before running off again. Because thats what he always did. He didn’t have the confidence to do anything else.

As much as he never thought it would happen, she’d broken him. The confident smile of Bennett Alexander was broken now. The playboy was gone, though he tried his hardest to keep it up for the media, because who was he without that? But he didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want to do any of that. All he wanted to do was hold her hand.

Bennett paused when he heard the knock on the door, a little frown across his face. It was only 7:45, he was well ahead of schedule, so it couldn’t be anyone yelling at him for being late. He’d followed all the rules in the last week, too defeated to even bother trying to make trouble, so there was no way it was someone to reprimand him. Winnie and Avan were still in Santa Clara, and he wasn’t that close with them in the first place… Which meant that it could only be one person. He rolled his eyes when he realized that Leander must be waiting for him behind that door, though he just finished pulling off his shirt, getting ready to change for the work day ahead of him, before he shuffled over and opened it.

The second he realized who it was, though, his entire brain stopped working. Just… shut down. He gaped at her for a long second- f*ck, she looks so pretty…- he thought, though a part of him mourned the fact that she was wearing makeup, that she wasn’t just letting her natural beauty speak for itself. After a moment, though, he opened his mouth, knowing that he had to say ay least something, though all that came out was a shaky, “You’re not Leander…” and he kicked himself in the face internally. Multiple times. He just looked down at her for another moment before shivering, feeling the chilling morning air on his skin, giving a little shriek when he realized that he was shirtless, that he was shirtless in front of her, and immediately jumping behind the door, only peeking his head out.

“Sorry. Sorry. I, uh… I wasn’t expecting you.” he breathed after his body was hidden, and he looked at her for another moment before his nerves overwhelmed him and the dam broke, words just rushing out of his mouth in a nervous waterfall. “Do you want to come in? Are you okay? You look nice today, is something important happening? Here, if you stay there I’l go put a shirt on. I was right in the middle of changing, sorry that I did that. I see you have the lemonade. Is that okay? I know its your favorite, but if you want me to stop bringing it, I will. I get that that may be weird…” he said, running over to his closet and tugging on one of the navy t-shirts the building program provided that he still refused to admit that he loved, but he’d started wearing pretty much every day.

Bennett looked at her in disbelief, struggling for a few long moments to realize if this was actually happening, or if he’d accidentally fallen asleep on his bed again while he was changing. It was only when he saw her weak little smile quivering that he realized he was being rude, that he was leaving her out there in the cold hallway when, for god knows what reason, she was actually reaching out to him again. Maybe it was only to break his heart again, but at this point, he was honestly ready to take that risk. He was completely willing to be hurt by her again if it meant that he got to spend at least a few minutes with her.

“Absolutely. I’m always thirsty. You know me..” he said, trying to found teasing and, even though it fell a little flat, there was a new little smile across his face as he looked down at her. HE stood there for another moment, his eyes taking her in slowly, soaking in her pretty clothes, and her neat, if not simple, makeup, and the look in her eyes, and it was only when she cleared her throat that, again, he realized he was being weird. “You know you don’t need to put makeup on, right? You’re so pretty without it, too….” he muttered, almost to himself, though he realized he said it outloud a second later and blushed bright red before taking a few quick steps back from the door, opening it up for her.

"Come in. Please.” he said after a second, his voice a little loud as he tried to compensate for his incredibly awkward compliment a moment later that he was in no position to be giving. She was here, that was all. That didn’t mean she forgave him, that didn’t mean that she wanted him back, that definitely didn’t mean she wanted stuttered compliments from him that spilled out of him before he even thought them all the way through. No, that was not what she was here for, and so he was going to keep it in. Keep it quiet. Try not to scare her away again. “And it wasn’t our thing. It was your thing. I just always got it for you because it made you happy…” he muttered softly before following her into the room, leaving the door open just in case she needed to get out fast.