It wasn’t unexpected when he heard the door knock. Saif assumed it was either Baylee trying to console or it was Dash, wanting to suck up to him. He didn’t mind, maybe preferred the latter. Dash was a good kisser but he was also annoyed at the fact that the first thing he had to see after a late shift was Dash and Baylee sucking face. It was irritating to say the least and it came over him like a wave as he took another swig of his beer. “Why?” Was the first thing that came from Saif’s lips after a long pause. It was a genuine question that may also have been very spiteful, his eyes glancing over at the boy who stood at his door. He hooked his ankles over each other, rolling his eyes expertly. “I mean, you and Baylee could’ve easily continued your make out. S’fine by me, no need for consolation. M’just gonna sit in my room and listen to music” He murmured sarcastically as he turned the dial up on his record player. Maybe he was taking things too far, but Saif was a naturally irritated man. Even more so post work shift. He didn’t usually take his anger on something as minor as Dash and Baylee making out but he needed some way to relieve the tension from his back and the two of them sucking face did not help in any way. Even so, a pang of guilt hit him right in his chest as he sighed. Saif placed his beer on his side table before he beckoned Dash over with a finger. “C’mere,” He sighed, resting a hand on the space beside him on the bed. “fucking hell” Saif muttered to himself rather than to Dash. “And you better wash your mouth or take a mint if you think we’re gonna be making out after you had your tongue in Baylee’s throat” He added with a grumble as he took his beer off of the night stand and began to thumb through his emails.Â
Swallowing slowly, Dash's gaze shifted towards the floor as he heard the question, not having expected it. Why? Because he wanted to. Because he enjoyed Saif's company, exceptionally more than his own girlfriend's. Because he easily could have taken Baylee to his room but he wanted to be in there when Saif came him, he just hadn't anticipated the fact that he and Baylee tended to make out constantly, talking wasn't exactly 'their thing'. Lifting his gaze as he mentioned the girl again, a short laugh left him as he gave a quick shake of his head. "We could have, but I'm not missing out on much. Sitting out there while you're in here feels like I'd be missing out on a lot though," he spoke honestly, a shy smile on his lips. Leave it to Saif, one of the only people in the world who actually obtained the power to intimidate Dash. Also the only one who had the power to completely control him too. Something Dash didn't quite know how he felt about. All he knew was when it came to Saif no just wasn't a part of his vocabulary. Thankfully, as he hoped, Dash could sense a slight mood shift, and suddenly he was being invited in. A wide grin quickly took over his features, his teeth instinctively tracing over the medal ring in his lip as he made his way into the room and happily took the empty space beside the other male. Laying on his stomach, he rested his chin in his palm, arm propping his face up as he stared at the other male, admiring his God like beauty. "I'll take as many mints as you deem appropriate," he spoke confidently, free hand moving to drape over his stomach and rest on his side, finger tips toying with the hem of Saif's shirt. "What's the point of laying in bed together if we aren't making out, anyway?" Dash asked with a small laugh, eyeing the phone in his hand before he was shimmying up the bed enough to let his lips brush along Saif's exposed neck, only to begin pressing slow kisses along his skin. "Got those mints?" He asked between kisses, just before letting his teeth lightly sink into the older males skin, gently dragging them along it.










