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Raising his eyebrows slightly as the other turned down his example, Beck could only nod in return, wondering if this really was a good idea to begin with--- Would the other ever get used to the idea of doing anything with him? He seemed to pale at the slightest touch... something told him that he wasn’t quite ready for more than a peck on the lips despite his occasional confident facade. Clearing his throat then, he found his voice long enough to speak, hoping the disappointment wasn’t leaking in too much. “We’ll work our way up,” He told him encouragingly, giving him a small smile then which told the other that he had his word. “And--- That’s up to you. My friends wouldn’t care, but if you feel like yours would... Then between us is fine with me.”

christiano-r:

“Well yeah, but that’s because you were acting like I was an idiot and didn’t know what I was talking about.” Chris began to protest, crossing his arms partly out of annoyance and partly out of sudden consciousness that he was indeed shirtless. Why had he taken it off? To make a point of course. But a point they were both already very much aware of. He nodded slowly as Beck spoke, watching him as they sort of discussed the terms of the agreement. Why hadn’t this been included in the lease? By the way they spoke about it so formally it very well could be. “You’re doing the shy bullshit, or whatever you call it. I just have no clue what I’m doing.” he pointed out, physically pointing at the other before dropping his hand as he was given a nervous smile. Beck was nervous….because of him? He glanced down to Beck’s hand on his knee before looking back up to him as he figured out what to say. “So…we just do this in the apartment? Kiss…whenever we feel like it? Sorry, I don’t know how it works……”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Beck told him honestly, shrugging as he removed his hand from the other’s knee in favor of draping both of his arms over the back of the couch instead, “I know just as much about this as you do-- It’s not like there’re set rules, or anything. But yes, I’d say keeping things to the apartment would probably be the best idea... Unless you’ve got some kind of vouyerism kink that you’d like to discuss.” Rolling his lips into his mouth then as a smirk threatened to appear, Beck continued on. “Also, I wouldn’t start expecting goodbye kisses when I leave for work, but yeah, whenever the other wants--- Within reason. I say just go with how you feel--- We don’t have to have such serious rules. -- If I feel like blowing you when I see you walk through the door, then that’s probably what’s going to happen if you’re alright with it too.” Shrugging then as if he hadn’t just said that, he raises his eyebrows at the other. “Anything else you’d like to add-- Since we’re apparently discussing terms?”

christiano-r:

Did he like it? It wasn’t bad….it was different. Yeah, that was it. It was different. And it was chaste and innocent, surprisingly. The way Beck had been acting, Chris had been nervous he would jump him and Chris would be incredibly out of his element then. But this….this he could handle. He tried to incorporate what he knew about kissing, he had been told many times that he was good at it, but it was still too different for him to be really comfortable with it. He was sure if he was comfortable, he would be better at it. He opened his eyes slowly when they stopped, his muscles finally releasing after being tense since the moment Beck touched him when he sat down. “….Different.” he concluded, biting his lip as he met the others eyes and giving him a nervous smile.

“Different,” Beck repeated softly, nodding understandingly as he took in the sight of his roommate before him; obviously he didn’t expect too much at once-- That wouldn’t be fair to the other, and he knew it. But he couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow, chuckling lowly as he tried to shove down the phantom feeling of the other’s lips ghosting across his own. “You are the one who sat yourself down beside me,” He reminded him, giving him a teasing look as he did so, “--- Shirtless,” He added. “I only have so much self control.” With that, as his gaze continued to linger on the other, he wetted his lips despite himself. “... I want to give you control with this,” He told him then, having decided that based off his previous answer, his proposal for an arrangement had been accepted. “You decide how far we take things. But that means that you have to talk to me--- We can’t--- No more shy bullshit,” He continued, his features suddenly showing something sheepish as he gave a nervous smile, “And I promise the same. I just don’t want to push you too far too quickly.” His hand had somehow found the other's knee during the course of his little speech, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against the taut skin there; maybe he was pushing his limits a little despite his words... but that was up to the other to call him out on.

christiano-r:

Chris grinned, feeling smug that he was in charge for once. It didn’t last long because as Beck turned to face him, he felt his stomach drop in nervousness. He didn’t know what he was doing. How could he pull off knowing what he was doing when he had no idea? Inhaling quickly, he glanced down at the others hand on his lips, going still as he didn’t know what else to do. He would bite his lip if it was free, but instead his eyes went from Beck’s thumb to his eyes, the confidence that had been there quickly disappearing. “….I think I have no idea what I’m doing.” he said quietly before leaning in as well and meeting Beck halfway, their lips meeting for the second time in just a couple of hours.

To say that Beck is surprised when the other meets his lips is an understatement to put it lightly--- He’d expected nervous laughter and a flurry of uncoordinated limbs as the other shuffled to get away from him; Instead, he gets Chris leaning in closer despite both of their better judgement, meeting him halfway as he steals Beck’s breath right from his lungs in one clean swoop. But as his brain comes back online, he finds himself responding naturally, going slow, moving his lips gently, deliberately, letting Chris catch on. It seems like his body remembers how it's done, better than his mind; it’s been longer than he’d like to admit since he’s done this. And although his roommate is a bit hesitant, mouth clumsy, he’s a fast learner, eager but accommodating. Beck doesn’t go as far as to place his hands on the other’s cheeks like he’d like to-- Like his instincts tell him to-- however, deepening the kiss with a hot swipe of his tongue to the other’s lower lip. Instead, he keeps it chaste, allowing the other to take control if he chooses to-- If he wants to. Pulling away then after a few long moments of simply kissing as if they were teenagers, careful not to jump into too much too quickly, he licks his lips slowly, seemingly unaware that he's even doing so, and opens his eyes with a slightly shocked flutter; he can barely keep himself from leaning in again. The realization makes his world feel like it's turned upside down. “I---- Not so bad, right?” He found himself asking, eyes tracking the other’s as he let out a huff of a chuckle.

#shh #short is fine #i dont discriminate

christiano-r:

Chris barely heard what Beck said because he ducked his head down and muttered under his breath, leaning almost all the way across the counter to try and hear what he said. What was wrong with his question? He didn’t want to be left in the dark anymore and Beck was straight, well, bad choice of words, but he was completely forward with him the night before. Why couldn’t he be now? It only confirmed his suspicions more when his roommate wouldn’t even look at him and he slowly slipped back to his feet, reaching for the cereal box again for another handful. He was so caught up in his thoughts and food, he wasn’t aware of the others eyes on him.

He perked up when Beck spoke again, putting down his next handful of cereal. His expression dropped more and more to annoyance as the older man played it off like he was stupid and didn’t understand his own question. Fine, if he wanted to play it that way,,,,Slipping off his white shirt, Chris walked over and climbed over the back of the couch, sitting down next to Beck. “That’s not what I meant. I said, do you like me.” he repeated, raising a brow and leaning into Beck’s personal space.

Theres a surge in his stomach that he doesn't recognize as he hears movement coming from the other, though he doesn’t dare to look up, his heart picking up in his chest as he notices the padding sounds of footsteps nearing him. But as the cushion beside him dips, indicating that his roommate has settled down, he swallows heavily and glances to his side, eyes big, bright, nervous and somehow still hopeful. He lets out a stuttering breath as he takes in the shirtless sight beside him--- Chris’ side presses against his own. Thigh against thigh, arms against arm. Their shoulders bumping. Beck offhandedly wonders out of old habits if Chris is doing this on purpose, or if he just hasn't noticed how close they're sitting--- He suspects its the former. “This is hardly fair,” He finds himself muttering, voice already sounding too breathless for his liking as the other crowds into his space; and although he doesn’t lean forward, he doesn’t move away either--- His lips look a bit swollen, like he's been biting on them again.

Deciding then to take back some of the control that Chris had managed to steal from him within a matter of seconds, rather than leaning in and closing the small distance between them like he would usually, Beck reaches out his hand instead, letting his thumb lightly glide over his mouth, gently pushing his bottom lip down slightly as he does so. He hesitates there for a moment, a part of him scared of the way his body seems to have gotten a hold of him, but then he gives in. “--- What do you think?” He asks lowly, flipping the question around then as he leans in slowly, knowing that Chris will have plenty of time to pull away or stop him if he wants to.

#beck was stright #well bad choice of words #ahhahhaha #bye

christiano-r:

“Mmhm.” Chris murmured back, his voice muffled by the cabinet as he was still searching before appearing with a large box of cereal. He opened it and hesitated, unsure whether he wanted milk or not, or if he wanted to go through all that trouble anyway. Nah. He was on his second handful, popping it all into his mouth when Beck spoke up again, catching him off guard. He turned to look at him, his surprised expression even more comical due to his cheeks stuffed with captain crunch like a child. “Move out?” he asked, though it sounded a lot more indistinguishable and more like “morgh owwth?”. He swallowed some before trying again. “I’m not moving out. I mean, unless you want me to but I wasn’t planning on it.”

Putting the cereal down, he leaned across the counter to look at his roommate sitting on the couch with his gaze directed on his mug like it was the ring from Lord of The Rings or something. Beck was always someone he looked up to and it surprised him he was being so…weird about this whole thing. The confidence he displayed before, when he straight up kissed him, that’s how he knew his friend. But he was stumbling over words and acting like……oh. For being as smart as he was in school, Chris could literally kick himself for how stupid he could be in the real world. “….do you like me?” he asked, studying the other out of curiosity, ignoring his previous statement. He couldn’t know what Chris was going to say because Chris barely knew himself.

Feeling his flush creep from the highs of his cheeks down to his neck, until it was covering far below the collar of his shirt, Beck looked up at the other with wide eyes briefly before he ducked them once more, suddenly enthralled with a chip on the handle of the mug he held as he picked at it distractedly. If he tried hard enough, he could probably fix it, right? “---- You can’t just ask people things like that,” He grumbled out embarrassedly in return without even a flick of a glance in the other’s direction, wishing then that the couch would open up and swallow him whole. Sometimes Chris could be so--- dense. It made him question time and time again why he had to have this insufferable crush on a man who couldn’t even recognize when he was being flirted with.

Carding his fingers through his hair then in one quick sweep, he finally gained enough courage to lift his eyes, eyebrows raising slightly as he watched the other shove another handful of cereal into his mouth. Jesus, things would be so much easier if he’d decided to moon after one of his co-workers--- Well dressed, put together men who would pay for dates and take him back to their studio apartments where they could fuck in high thread count sheets. But no matter how hard he tried, he always found himself going back to the brown eyed boy who walked around with stains on his shirts, and played his music too loud while he was studying. “I like you,” He told the other then so that he wasn’t leaving him hanging, though he continued to skirt around the real question. “--- In an agreeable manner,” He continued on then, ignoring the obvious definition of like that the other was implying, “I’ve let you live here, haven’t I? I pay for electricity and groceries... I make sure you don’t fall asleep on the couch too often.” Shrugging, he gave him an innocent look. “I don’t understand why you even have to ask?”

christiano-r

In all honesty, Chris had been asleep for most hours of the day since their little talk in the hallway. He may have been hungry when he woks up, but a combination of the food and the hangover made him extremely nauseous, deciding sleep was a good remedy for it. Also, he didn’t know what to say to his roommate. What do you say when your supposed when your roommate, which you thought was straight, proposed a hook up deal, which you didn’t know you’d even consider because you’re supposed to be straight too. And beyond the fact that he was even considering it, he was scared he was considering it, because hell what were you supposed to do with a guy? It came naturally with girls, everything seemed to click and go together so easily…..Chris wasn’t sure if it was these thoughts of his hangover that had him so nauseous anymore.

But when that faded, he was hungry. Really hungry. So he finally stepped out of his room and came face to face with Beck. He stopped quickly, having been so focused on food, he wasn’t expecting to have this conversation right now. “Uh….hi.” he returned before continuing

towards the kitchen. “I’ve been here since yesterday.” He started looking through the cabinets, unsure what he was even looking for.

“Yeah, after I got back, I--- I just wasn’t sure,” He finished lamely as he watched his roommate from his spot on the couch, careful not to gaze too hard and accidentally freak the other out considering their conversation yesterday. It wasn’t that he tried to be intense---- It was honestly just the way his face looked. “Are you feeling better?” He asked then, clearing his throat lightly as he did so; the other wasn’t even really looking at him, busying himself with rummaging through the cabinets in search of god knows what. Fuck, he really had messed everything up. Not only was Chris going to blatantly reject him--- Because honestly, why wouldn’t he--- He was going to move out on top of it. And then Beck would have to deal with finding a new roommate. And they would probably smell funny, and play their music too loud, and go through his things--- Holy fuck, Chris couldn’t move out. No, Beck couldn’t go through finding a new roommate. Finding Chris had been hard enough.

“Please don’t move out,” He blurted then, inwardly groaning at himself as he blinked over in the other’s direction. “---- I just mean that--- If you want more space now, I’ll give you more space...” He explained himself, hoping that he wasn’t making a total idiot of himself as he usually did. “Because I know--- We don’t have to talk about what happened yesterday,” He finished quietly then, eyes casting down as he did so to focus on the mug held in his hand, “I already know what you’re going to say.”

#i feel like beck is really well spoken usually #but around chris he fumbles a lot lol #and all of his friends are like who are you whats you're problem #and beck just goes HAVE YOU SEEN HIS ASS? ITS NOT MY FAULT

christiano-r

It wasn’t like the other was avoiding him... probably. So what if he hadn’t seen him since he’d shut himself in his room the previous day? There were other times when they only ever saw each other once, both rushing out to go here and there. But usually they at least were aware of the other’s presence... Beck couldn’t say for sure if Chris was even home right now. And he wasn’t about to go knock on his door to find out. What would he even say? ‘Hi, I was wondering if you were purposefully trying not to see me?’ He winced at the thought. No, he just needed to give the other his space for a while. Yesterday had been interesting, to say the least. He honestly wasn’t sure who was surprised more when he’d propositioned his roommate--- Him, or Chris; his friends were even more shocked, some excited for him, other’s doubtful of a positive outcome. And maybe Beck was just trying to keep positive, but he kind of hoped the other would prove them all wrong. Though he doubted that was the likely case considering he hadn’t even seen the other all day-- Not even at meal times, which were usually his favorite.

So, settling into the couch, Beck attempted not to become devastatingly depressed as he flipped through the channels, letting out a heavy sigh then as he settled on a re-run of Miss Congeniality. --- What? Sandra Bullock was the best. Though as the door suddenly opened then, he couldn’t help but jump slightly, his eyes flicking over as he watched the other walk through. “---- Uh, hi,” He said awkwardly as he physically felt the tension hang in the air between them. "I thought... I didn't know if you were here or not."

Fuck.

#starter 002 #Chris

christiano-r

When would Chris have ever guessed he’d actually be considering an offer like this? It was like he didn’t like girls, because he definitely did, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t get laid if he wanted to but….why did some part of his brain like this idea? Why was he more nervous to say yes than altogether reluctant? He hadn’t wanted to be with a guy before and though he admitted Beck was an attractive guy, he hadn’t seen him like that before. But now all of the little comments his friends had said when they met or were hanging out at the apartment, they all started to make sense and he felt like an idiot for not picking up on things sooner.

“Can….I think I just need some sleep. This is a lot and I still have a pounding headache…” he finally said, not saying yes or no because he didn’t want to commit to anything when he couldn’t think straight at the moment. He flashed a small smile towards Beck so he didn’t think he was completely out or uncomfortable around him, moving to slip around him into his own bedroom so he could escape to his dimly lit room with bed and quiet to think/sleep.

Feeling as if someone had just drenched him in cold water, Beck gave a nod of his head at the other’s words, offering back a small smile then as he moved to slip around him. “Sure, I uh-- Like I said, I think I’m just going to head out for a bit,” He told the other, making his own way towards their front door then without sparing a look behind him. He was stupid for suggesting anything to begin with; Chris was straight, just as his friends had reminded him time after time. He was just acting on impulses now, forgetting to consider how he might feel later if his roommate even agreed. In the end, Beck wasn’t sure how all of this would turn out for him--- But right now, he just needed some air. So as the other shut himself away his room, Beck slipped out the front door, not even realizing that he didn't have shoes on as he went.

christiano-r

Chris’s brow crinkled along the bridge of his nose as he took in what the other was saying to him. Beck wanted this? He….he wanted him? If he was as experienced in this as he said, he could hook up with other guys if he wanted to right? Like at that club last night, he must have been in his element, unlike Chris. “Kind of?” he blinked at that, frowning a bit. They were friends right? “It wouldn’t be awkward? Since we live together and everything…?” he asked, not sure if he was agreeing with this idea or just stunned that it was being suggested in the first place. It was his turn to shuffle his feet, glancing down as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “A-and…I’ve never done any of this before. So I’m not going to be any good at it and…and you know what you’re doing.” he mumbled, surprised he was even saying any of this.

“It doesn’t have to be awkward,” He replied, giving another shrug of his shoulders as he did so; he was shrugging a lot these days, he’d noticed. “No one else has to know if we don’t want them to... And if either of us want to stop at any time, well then that’s what no strings attached are for,” He told him seriously, eyes tracking the other’s once again as he attempted to feel out what the other was thinking. Nerves, definitely--- A lot of unsureness... but underneath all of that, it kind of seemed like he was willing...? Much to Beck’s surprise. Sighing slightly then, he gave the other a kind smile. “Think of it as a learning experience,” He tried to amended, hoping to calm the other’s nerves slightly. “If I wanted someone experienced, I wouldn’t be standing here making an offer. --- Besides, I’m more of a giver, anyway,” He joked, attempting to lighten the mood as he did so. Looking down at the other then, he titled his head slightly in order to meet his eye. “You have a choice here, though,” He said, being as clear as he possibly could. “I’m not-- I don’t want you to think I’m trying to persuade you either way. I’m just--- If you’re even considering-- I want you to feel comfortable. Or at least, as comfortable as you can be.”

christiano-r

Chris was still lost in what had just happened when he heard his name being called. He started to turn around when suddenly Beck was in front of him and the distance between them was closing drastically. His wide eyes met the taller man’s with uncertainty and surprise, frozen in place as he couldn’t predict what the other was going to do. He inhaled sharply as the other told him not to freak out, immediately his body started panic mode, but was cut short as he quickly found himself being kissed. Not soft and tender like a girl, but firm and strong like…well, like he figured he kissed girls like. It was unpleasant but it was different.

As soon as he realized he was being kissed, he wasn’t. Chris stood there blinking in surprise as Beck pulled away and said he was going to go. He was going to leave after he pulled that? “W-wait…” he managed to get out, but he wasn’t sure why because he didn’t know what he was planning on saying to the other. “Why…er…why did you do that? Why are you doing…this?” he asked, his tone filled with confusion more than disgust or judgment. “I mean…like doing all this for me?”

Blinking down at the other, Beck took a moment to consider the other’s flustered question. “--- Maybe I’m not doing it for you,” He told him after a long moment, his tone serious and small as he allowed his words to sink in. He didn’t do things for himself very often; he was the complete definition of a people pleaser despite his bad case of bitch face all times of the year. But he’d decided then, with his mouth pressed to the other’s, that maybe it was time he started taking the things he wanted rather than waiting for them to happen on their own. That wasn’t a realistic way to live life, anyway. “Besides, you’re my friend,” He continued on then, shaking himself from his thoughts as he did so. Pausing, he furrowed his eyebrows, “--- Kind of. And I am a business man, after all. Maybe I just think it’s wise for us to take part in an agreement that would be beneficial on both ends; We’d both get to let off a little steam sometimes without having to deal with the strings of a relationship or the awkwardness that comes with hookups. Plus, we’d get the added convince of living in the same place.” Shrugging then, he fought the urge to shuffle his feet, attempting to remain confident in his actions as he gazed back at the other. “As for the kiss, I thought you should see what you’d be getting yourself into,” He added, ignoring the way his voice wavered slightly despite himself. “But if you didn’t-- I mean, if you weren’t into it, then I won’t do it again. And that’s a promise.”

christiano-r

The toast was a long forgotten thought on the Hispanic boy’s mind. Now he was completely absorbed with the subject on hand and he wasn’t going to be distracted from it any time soon. He nodded dumbly as Beck stated the obvious, shrugging a bit as he shuffled his feet. Yeah, he had been with plenty of girls but….this was a lot different. And the fact that Beck was down for it was even more confusing. “But…so you’re down for it though? You…you’ve done this before?” he asked before realizing his question must sound really stupid at this point and he shook his head, cheeks flushed in embarrassment at his own naivety. “I think I’m just going to uh, go lie down for a bit.” he mumbled, turning on his heel to walk out of the room before he made bigger fool of himself.

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“I--- Yeah. Yes,” He told the other then, once again carding his fingers through his hair before he allowed his arms to fall down to his sides unceremoniously. “I’ve done this before,” He confirmed just for the sake of being straight forward, attempting to gauge where the other was at based off his expression--- But at the moment, he was difficult to read. Feeling himself deflate slightly then as Chris announced that he was going to lie down, Beck choked down the suffocating feeling of embarrassment as he nodded his head numbly, forcing himself to give him a small smile as he did so. “Okay. I--- I might head out,” He replied, though the other was already out of the room. Letting out the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, he began to pace about his room silently, wondering how the previous events could have taken place. Never in a million years did he believe that he would ever have the courage to actually suggest something like that to his roommate, the man he’d been pining over since he moved in--- And maybe he was reading the situation wrong, or it was just wishful thinking, but for a second, he could’ve sworn the other was going to agree. But obviously he understood his hesitation--- He was scared shitless the first time he was ever with a guy. But the other had taken control; shown him that there was nothing to be afraid of. Maybe his roommate just needed a little encouraging....

“--- Chris,” He found himself calling out before he even realized what he was doing, his legs moving on autopilot as he made his way out of his room and towards the other, luckily catching him before he had time to leave the hall. Pausing in front of him then, their eyes meeting, he exhaled heavily-- Mostly to calm himself down-- before taking a step towards the frozen figure that his roommate currently was, his larger size suddenly evident as he nearly loomed over the other. “... Don’t--- Freak out,” He managed to rumble out roughly as he brought a hand up to cup the other’s stubbled cheek ever so slightly, taking care not to be too gentle with the man considering he definitely wasn’t used to be treated that way. Leaning in then after a beat of a moment, their breath mingled as he hesitated only inches from the other’s lips, eyes flicking up to meet his own once more before he was connecting their mouths in a firm press, his glasses somewhat getting in the way as he shuffled in closer.

Pulling away then, his eyes slowly opened as he looked down at the other, clearing his throat awkwardly then before he completely forced himself away. “--- Right,” He said, his voice sounding raw as he unconsciously licked his lips, “I’m going to.... I’m going to go now.”

#heh #whooooooooooops

christiano-r

Chris’s brows furrowed as he tried to understand what his roommate was trying to say to him. Saying ‘help you out’ again with emphasis didn’t actually explain what he meant by the phrase. He took another bite of his toast as he waited for the full explanation, trying to figure out why Beck was struggling with talking to him right now. He raised his brows as he went to lean against the door frame, only at Beck’s next words he was so surprised he missed the frame and stumbled forward slightly to catch his balance, dropping his toast on the floor. Chris didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Beck and Beck wouldn’t look at him. “…..You, uh….you would do that? I mean…how do you even…?” was all he could say, scratching the back of his head unsurely as he stood awkwardly at the door.

Turning around once again as his roommate spoke up, Beck’s eyes flicked from Chris’ shocked expression to the toast lying on the ground, giving it an unimpressed look then as he ignored the other’s question. “Are you going to pick that up?” He asked distractedly before the other barreled past him with another question, requiring that Beck actually answer this time. Sighing slightly, he could only stare back, shrugging then in response as he nodded his head. Of course he’d help him. Did Chris really not have any idea about him...? He’d come home before when he’d been seeing one of his hookups out, his hair ruffled and his neck spotted--- So either Beck was more secretive than he thought, or his roommate was just obtuse. “I mean, you’ve been with a girl before,” He stated, not even bothering to ask because that would just be stupid. “It’s not much different. --- Obviously we wouldn’t have to jump right in... Kissing is probably a good place to start, considering I doubt you’ve even done that much. Or not, if you’re not into that.” Shrugging once again then, he adjusted his glasses slightly, still finding it hard to believe that they were even having this conversation right now. “--- I think you should really think about this before you agree to anything, though,” He tells him seriously, not only looking out for himself, but also for the other.

christiano-r

Chris stabbed his spoon into his cereal a couple of times, grumbling some incoherent things as the other pointed out that cuddling wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be. Maybe it wasn’t, but he had been given enough shit about it that he figured it was at this point. One flaw to Chris was his desire to fit in and be one of the guys. He had been in all the advanced classes with up upper classmen and had been on a lacrosse scholarship while in school, and since he was one of the smaller guys on the team, he was constantly trying to prove he belonged on the field and in the classroom. After a while, that mentality just seemed to stick with him. It was endearing because he was persistent and stubborn, but it was also a flawed way of thinking he was never good enough and had to do better. Especially when this thinking was aligned with talk from the boys locker room, which was a bit homophobic, even if Chris wasn’t himself.

He paused in what he was saying when he heard a loud buzzing. He had no idea where his phone was at the moment so he glanced over to Beck to see him turn his phone screen down and ignore whoever it was. Chris decided to continue eating and not mention what he just saw, but as the phone continued to buzz he couldn’t help but glance up at it every few bites and wonder who it was. He nodded, spreading jelly and butter on his toast as the other jumped down from the counter and started to exit the kitchen. He stopped mid-bite of the bread at Beck’s offer, his eyes widen in surprise as he watched his roommate quickly leave the room. Not satisfied with that open-ended question, he scrambled off the bar stool he was seated in and followed the other to his room. “….help me out?” he slid to a stop outside his roommate’s doorway, holding his toast in one hand as he waited for an answer. Did he mean give him pointers on how to pick up girls or give him some phone numbers?

Wincing slightly as he heard the other come to a stop outside his door, already seeing his expression clearly in his head without even having to turn around, Beck continued pulling the sweater he was currently struggling with on over his head before finally turning around to face his roommate, attempting to keep his own expression neutral as he did so. “Yeah, y’know---” He started awkwardly, huffing slightly then when the other still didn’t seem to get it. Jesus, did he have to literally spell it out for him? “Help you out,” He said again, this time with more emphasis, hoping that the other would understand as he nervously carded his fingers through his bedhead.

“Look, you said that none of the girls you’d been with recently really seemed worth it...” He started then, trying to explain what he’d meant to the other as delicately as he could manage at the moment, “--- So maybe.. --- I don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t try girls.” Shaking his head then, he put on his best nonchalant facade as he shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just an offer, man,” He told him then, eyes still refusing to meet the other’s as he spoke despite his flippant attitude, “It wouldn’t have to be a big deal. --- I’m just saying that I’m here if you want me,” He finished lamely, turning his back to the other once again then as he braced himself for his response. Or if you need to get off, he continued on then in his mind, inwardly rolling his eyes at himself as he did so. Fucking hell. He was lowering himself to the level of a B list prostitute. Honestly, why didn’t he just flash some skin while he was at it? Stupid, this whole thing was ridiculous.

“Chris, the only person making fun of you here is yourself,” Beck pointed out as the other leaned around him in order to grab the supplies needed to make himself breakfast. “Seriously, cuddling doesn’t make you less of man, or whatever it is that your complex is telling you,” He laughs, shaking his head slightly at the other as he watches him load up his cereal. Okay, maybe he was laughing at him a little now--- But it wasn’t for the reasons the other probably thought. It was just that Chris was so concerned with his masculinity that Beck couldn’t help but wonder if he was just an extreme closet case; that, or maybe a little homophobic without realizing it. Either way, his friends always became exasperated with his roommate whenever they met in passing. “He’s as straight as an arrow, dude,” They’d tell him, “There’s no way.” But Beck couldn’t help but still hope... Honestly, maybe he was too masochistic for his own good.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket then as it began to buzz incessantly, his eyes over the few texts briefly before he rolled his eyes and set his phone face down so that he wouldn’t have to see it; booty calling someone at nine in the morning was not appealing--- And neither was the guy, if Beck was being honest. Sure, he’d blown off some steam with him a few times. But currently, he was not in the mood for mediocre sex. “Hm? He questioned then as he turned his attention back to the other, hoping that he wouldn't recognize what had just happened based off his face; especially considering their topic of conversation. “Oh, uh, okay,” He told him then, shrugging as his phone continued to buzz beside him. He resisted the urge to smash it to the ground. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” He told him encouragingly, hopping back down from the counter then, stretching his arms above his head briefly as he did so. Hesitating then, he bit his lower lip in consideration, wondering whether or not what he was thinking of saying should even leave his mouth at all. But before he could change his mind, he was already hurrying on. “---- And if not, I could always help you out,” He told him eyes meeting the other’s with a quick shift before he tore them away once more, hurrying past him then in a flurry of stiff movements as he headed towards the refuge of his room. He didn’t elaborate further, instead simply allowing the offer to hang in the air between them; Fuck, he really hoped he hadn’t fucked things up with his ten seconds of courage.

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“Twice,” Beck replied amusedly, though at the memory, he couldn’t help but grimace slightly. “Once at the club, and once getting out of the cab,” He continued on then, remembering the way the other had just missed his shoes as he covered the pavement. “And we ran into Mrs. Johnson on our way up,” He remembered, chuckling at the memory of the other attempting to take the woman’s dog right from her hands as she shouted in protest. “– I think you actually managed to make her hate us more, so. If we get a visit from the landlord anytime soon about her complaining, you get to deal with it.” Though he knew that wasn’t true— For the most part he handled most of the important things when it came to the apartment. Chris was really only there for company and entertainment… and something to look at.

“I never doubted that you did,” He told him then, actually chuckling this time as the other rested his head on the counter, “But I work out too, in case you haven’t noticed.” Though he doubted that the other hadn’t noticed, considering he was currently sitting in front of him sans a shirt; he flexed slightly despite himself. Feeling himself flush at the other’s question, Beck couldn’t help but clear his throat awkwardly, hand moving then to card through his hair as he gave him a sheepish look. “— Next to you, actually,” He told him slowly after a long moment, a flush creeping down his chest despite how hard he willed it away. “I was pretty drunk too,” He cleared up, blaming his lack of judgment of his own levels of intoxication, “My eyes saw a bed, so that’s where I landed,” He justified, hoping that the other would understand and not freak out. “You didn’t ruin my night though, no,” He continued on then, giving him a small smile as he did so. “It was just a stupid bar… I’ll have plenty of other chances to go.”

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Chris let out a groan, muffled by the counter top, as Beck told him he threw up twice. He must have really not given a shit last night to go that hard. He hadn’t thrown up since the beginning of Sophomore year of college, which he had taken pride in, until now. “God, really?” he asked, picking his head off the counter momentarily to look at the other man to make sure he wasn’t just screwing with him, He wasn’t, unfortunately. He made a face as he drained the rest of his coffee, which did nothing but scratch the surface of his hangover from hell, pushing it back over to Beck for a refill. “Yeah yeah, I see that. You don’t have to walk around the apartment without a shirt on to prove it.” he pointed out as he got up and stuck his head in the refrigerator, searching for something to eat.

Even with a hangover, Chris was always hungry. He could eat more than two guys twice his size and it never seemed to catch up to him. He always responded with metabolism or some other shit, confident that his body was a human garbage disposal pretty much. “Hmm?” he hummed curiously, hard to hear from inside the fridge but then he froze, and pulled his head out momentarily to look at Beck with a very guilty expression. “I, uh…Okay, just going to say it: sorry if I got clingy or cuddled or whatever it is I do when I sleep. And don’t play dumb, because I know I do it and I can’t help it, it’s like a subconscious thing….so, sorry you had to witness that, that’s all.” he admitted, not looking at the other in embarrassment before disappearing back into the fridge.

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Smirking despite himself, Beck could only send a look his roommates way. “I don’t do that,” He defended himself incredulously, eyebrows furrowing at the other as he watched him make his way from the counter to the fridge; jesus, how was he even hungry right now? It amazed him how they managed to keep food in the house with the way this guy ate. “Shirts are overrated, anyway...” He mumbled under his breath then, crossing his arms over his chest self consciously as he did so. Blinking as the other was suddenly looking over at him with wide eyes, his expression portraying nothing but guilt, Beck swallowed roughly despite himself, shaking his head then as he attempted to console the other. “No, it’s--- Well, I mean you did,” He told him, wincing at his own self as he stumbled along getting his words out properly, “But I--” Enjoyed it? Totally cuddled back? Woke up with a raging hard on? “It’s fine,” He finished then simply, giving him a finalizing smile as he did so. Desperate to look away then as the other ducked back into the fridge, he returned his attention back to his article, rubbing his eyes once, twice, three times before he realized why the words were so fuzzy.

After hopping down from the counter and padding into his bedroom, Beck returned to the kitchen after a few seconds, glasses in hand as he slipped them onto his face; much better. Very few people knew that he even wore them--- Chris, only because he lived with him. But usually it surprised people when he revealed that he wore contacts. “--- You haven’t had anyone over in a while,” He started then, trailing off until the other was looking back at him, wincing at himself once again as he realized how nosy he sounded. He was just bad with words--- What he was trying to express was that he felt bad about the previous evening, so if the other wanted to have a better one tonight, he’d make himself scarce. “I mean, I’m just saying that if you wanted to tonight, I--- I could make plans,” He suggested gently, pushing his glasses up his nose as they slipped down slightly, hoping the other would understand what he meant without him having to elaborate further. It was bad enough that he was offering to sexile himself for the guy he wanted to have pound him into the mattress. He didn’t want to have to draw diagrams, too.

#you're a champ tbh

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Giving a knowing nod as the other held his finger up to his lips, gesturing for him to be quiet, Beck simply chuckled, sliding the bottle of Advil towards him then before he returned to his cup of coffee; His predictions for the morning had come true– He knew he wouldn’t be in the highest of spirits. Newspaper in hand then, he carefully leaped onto the counter behind him, eyes once again scanning over a semi interesting article as he waited for his roommate to re-acclimate himself to the living world. Though he couldn’t help but sneak peeks at the other as he greedily drank his coffee down, watching with an interested gaze as he tracked the movement of his Adam’s apple; he wanted to tug him between his legs and lick. And what a better morning it would be for the both of them if he got to have his way; It was a win- win, really. He could spread the other out on the bed and worship his hangover away, not minding having to do all the work as long as the other drawled out his name long and slow in the end, and then the previous night wouldn’t have been a total waste considering they both would be getting laid.

Honestly, he was a humanitarian.

Glancing up then from the top of his paper as the other spoke up, shaking him from his thoughts just as he usually did, Beck could only really shrug in response, his early morning voice causing his body to react in ways that weren’t appropriate for casual kitchen talk. “I don’t think I could have gotten you to your room even if you wanted to go,” He simply replied, smirking into his cup as he held back his laughter. Deciding it was best then to leave out the cuddling that the other did or did not remember, Beck continued on. “You’re heavier than you look, Dude.”

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Honestly, he was a humanitarian.

As the other slid him some medication, he was obviously not surprised by Chris’s awful state this morning, meaning he must have experienced him in full drinking swing last night. That was bad. The Latino had a high tolerance when it came to alcohol, due to his upbringing and family blood, but he could drink himself under the table if he really wanted to let go and didn’t care about the end results. Which, by the way, always sucked and he wished he remembered that when he started drinking. He made a face as a memory, also a slight taste, came back to him from last night. “…I barfed didn’t I.” he asked, but he knew the answer already by the way he laid his forehead down on counter in shame.

“Told you I work out.” he grumbled as the others only comment was about getting him into the bed, not him using it. He would have flexed or done some stupid macho man thing with a comment like this usually, but he was finding the coolness of the counter on his forehead felt really good. “Where did you end up sleeping? Did,,,,did I ruin your night?

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“Twice,” Beck replied amusedly, though at the memory, he couldn’t help but grimace slightly. “Once at the club, and once getting out of the cab,” He continued on then, remembering the way the other had just missed his shoes as he covered the pavement. “And we ran into Mrs. Johnson on our way up,” He remembered, chuckling at the memory of the other attempting to take the woman’s dog right from her hands as she shouted in protest. “-- I think you actually managed to make her hate us more, so. If we get a visit from the landlord anytime soon about her complaining, you get to deal with it.” Though he knew that wasn’t true--- For the most part he handled most of the important things when it came to the apartment. Chris was really only there for company and entertainment... and something to look at.

“I never doubted that you did,” He told him then, actually chuckling this time as the other rested his head on the counter, “But I work out too, in case you haven’t noticed.” Though he doubted that the other hadn’t noticed, considering he was currently sitting in front of him sans a shirt; he flexed slightly despite himself. Feeling himself flush at the other’s question, Beck couldn’t help but clear his throat awkwardly, hand moving then to card through his hair as he gave him a sheepish look. “--- Next to you, actually,” He told him slowly after a long moment, a flush creeping down his chest despite how hard he willed it away. “I was pretty drunk too,” He cleared up, blaming his lack of judgment of his own levels of intoxication, “My eyes saw a bed, so that’s where I landed,” He justified, hoping that the other would understand and not freak out. “You didn’t ruin my night though, no,” He continued on then, giving him a small smile as he did so. “It was just a stupid bar... I’ll have plenty of other chances to go.”

#hahhahaha im glad you liked it #and oh oh gotcha #i took spanish in high school #do i remember any of it though?#nope

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