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Of course Ross just had to turn on the heat by saying and doing things he knew would really get to Smiff. The taller man should’ve known better, though, than to provoke Ross and blame him for something that wasn’t his fault, however jokingly. But if he was being honest, getting Ross to tease and turn him on even more was what he wanted all along, subconsciously or not. When Ross let go of him completely, Smiff rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to complain, but was immediately cut off by the kiss. He groaned lowly into his boyfriend’s mouth, his hands running up the man’s back as he let himself get lost in the moment. “Don’t you dare,” Smiff replied breathlessly when they parted, swallowing as he watched Ross take him in hand again. His hands immediately dropped back down to grasp the bedsheets once again, and his breath hitched as Ross’ thumb pressed to his lips. Ross had to know exactly what he was doing here, and it was working. “Just make me feel good.” Smiff gazed up at his boyfriend with semi-lidded eyes, not looking away as he opened his mouth just enough for his boyfriend’s thumb to slip inside - not only because he had a bit of an oral fixation and enjoyed it, but also because he thought it might help him keep himself quieter.

A small lump formed in the back of Ross’ throat the moment that his thumb had slipped past Smiff’s lips.  Giving Smiff a little something to keep himself quiet had been his intention, although selfishly, he’d always had a thing for pushing his fingers into the man’s mouth; so much so that just the visual of his boyfriend’s lips wrapping around his digit nearly left him exhaling a groan.  Biting his lip to silence himself, Ross looked down to watch the way his hand twisted up Smiff’s length and tried his best to keep a consistent rhythm to his strokes.  “You are so fucking hot,” he muttered almost breathlessly and he slowly withdrew his thumb from between Smiff’s lips so that he could brush the back of his fingers gently across the man’s cheek, then down the side of his neck.  “And there are so many things that I could do to make you feel good.  Letting me choose is almost... dangerous.”  Ross certainly had a few ideas, however most of them weren’t anything they should do in the dorms, so at least that helped to narrow down his options.  After a long moment of rubbing Smiff’s inner thigh with his free hand, he started to move further up until he was gently pressing the pad of his index finger against the man’s entrance.  He didn’t push in; he merely massaged him gently with the tip of his finger as his other hand moved fluidly up and down his boyfriend’s shaft.  His eyes too had flicked up to study Smiff’s face intently so that he didn’t miss his reaction.

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Exhaling slowly, Smiff swallowed when Ross told him to spread his legs a little more, wordlessly complying. It struck him, as he did so, that there was something pretty damn erotic about the request, and particularly how it’d been phrased - any time Ross asked or told him to do anything ‘for him’, it made Smiff’s stomach flip. He gasped as Ross quickened his strokes, his back arching briefly off the bed before he relaxed into the new pace. A breathless laugh fell from the taller man’s lips at his boyfriend’s comment, and he replied, “All day? How long are you planning to make me last? Jesus christ...” He knew Ross hadn't meant it like that, but since when had Smiff ever let the facts get in the way of a joke? He was going to add to it, too, but then a particular twist of his boyfriend’s hand had the taller man letting out a higher pitched “Fuck!” before it descended into a breathless moan. “This isn't your flat, baby, we have to keep the noise down,” he lightheartedly complained, as if his own inability to control his volume was somehow Ross’ fault. “More than just Sips to annoy here.”

Ross practically snorted after Smiff picked apart what he’d said, rolled his eyes, and continued to rhythmically stroke his boyfriend’s cock. The sudden expletive that came from the man took him by surprise, although it had a smug smirk forming on his lips as he hummed in reply to the warning about their volume. He knew the situation well; his sex life had been utter shit while he lived in the dorms because of how impossible it was to get any privacy, and the few times he did manage to get laid left him with neighbours pounding against his walls or door in either anger or teasing. No wonder they’d yet to fool around in Smiff’s room. “I haven’t made a sound,” he whispered down at Smiff lovingly and slowed the pace of his strokes. “But I do have ways of keeping you quiet, if that’s what you want.” Ross offered Smiff a devilish grin before he let go of his member completely so that he could lean down to give the taller man a deep kiss. “You want me to speed things up? Just make it a cheeky quick handy so no one suspects a thing?” He wasn’t serious; well, at least not really, though he’d give Smiff whatever he asked for in the moment so it wasn’t totally off the table. Reaching down again, his fingers wrapped around his base and slowly dragged upwards, beginning to jerk him off again whilst the other hand moved so he could press his thumb to Smiff’s lips. “Tell me what you want.”

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The long kiss left Smiff breathless and pink in the face by the time he’d pulled away, and he let out a quiet laugh at how much even just that affected him. The laughter was cut off pretty quickly, though, as he watched Ross pick up the massage oil and slick up his hand. He shivered, then, as the man’s fingers ran over his erection, biting his lip as he exhaled slowly. God, just the teasing touch felt so good, especially combined with the anticipation of what was to come. At Ross’ word, Smiff let his eyes fall shut, before gasping at the feeling of his boyfriend’s hand closing around him, his fingers grasping the bed sheets as Ross began to stroke him at an unhurried pace. He tried his best to just relax, though, instead of arching up into the man’s touch like he felt like doing, and evened out his breathing to best of his ability. “That feels so fucking good, baby, you have no idea,” he murmured, sighing and biting his lip again. He needed to keep any noise down, he knew that, because they were absolutely not alone in this building. In fact, he was fairly sure the rooms directly next to his on both sides were currently occupied, and while the walls weren’t ridiculously thin, they certainly weren’t thick.

Ross was enjoying taking his time. It wasn’t that he was trying to torture or tease Smiff by stroking him in a slow, methodic pace — quite the opposite, really. He wanted Smiff to savour in the moment and to let his stresses from earlier fade away, even if just briefly. It was silly, but Ross knew that if he was good at one thing, it was distracting Smiff and getting his mind off of whatever was troubling him. Sex was always a good distraction, and a seemingly welcomed one by his boyfriend. “Yeah? Good, baby, enjoy it,” he too murmured softly as his right hand moved to slowly massage Smiff’s inner thigh while the left continued to stroke him at a slow pace. His gaze flicked up to make sure that the man’s eyes were still closed and he smiled endearingly before his eyes went back to briefly watching his hands. “Spread your legs a little wider for me, hey?” Sitting at the edge of the bed was a bit of an awkward angle, so Ross moved onto his knees with a leg placed between Smiff’s. The new position allowed him a better grip around his boyfriend’s member and he quickened his strokes as his other hand moved to run across Smiff’s torso. “I could watch you like this all fucking day,” he muttered, and as cheeky as he may have sounded, it was the god honest truth.

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Smiff spent several seconds watching Ross and trying to figure out whether he was being serious with his offer to give the taller man a ‘dick massage’ before he said anything. Because of course he wanted it, but he could also go without if Ross hadn't actually meant it. But when Ross added that the alternative was returning the massage, Smiff rolled over almost immediately. “Fuck that, baby. Dick massage it is.” It wasn't that he couldn't be bothered to get up and give his boyfriend the massage he absolutely deserved, but if he had to choose between that and having the man’s hands on his package, then 99.9% of the time, the answer would be the latter. Loosening the drawstring on his sweatpants, Smiff tugged them down past his arse before pushing them off completely with his feet; it wasn't elegant, but it was the easiest way to do it without having to sit up. And Smiff was way too relaxed for that. Kicking the sweatpants off the bed and onto the floor, the taller man took advantage of the fact he was now lounging on the bed in just underpants, and rested his hands behind his head as he smirked up at Ross. “Are you gonna be nice and help me out of these now, or do I need to do it myself?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow as the cocky expression stayed fixed on his features.

Ross came very close to almost spitting out the sip of beer he’d just taken when Smiff shed his sweatpants and he covered his mouth with a hand whilst laughing. Smiff could be the most graceful, charming guy when he actually tried to be, but that just made moments like these even more endearing. “Yeah, yeah. Just give me a second,” he said, purposely making Smiff wait since he was absolutely enjoying the view of the man practically posing for him. Ross then finished off his beer and after setting the bottle down, he wasted no time reaching for Smiff’s pants and dragged them down his long legs before he took a seat beside him at the edge of the bed. “If you hadn’t had such a rubbish day, I’d be worried about actually spoiling you right now,” he commented sarcastically because really, the truth was that he adored that Smiff let him indulge in taking care of him like this. “Can’t let you get too used to this.” Leaning down, Ross connected their lips for a slow, drawn out, and deep kiss that left him feeling lightheaded once he finally did move back for a gasp of air. Then without another word, he very casually picked up the bottle of massage oil and poured a small amount into his hand before he gently ran his now-slick fingers over Smiff’s length. “Close your eyes, baby. I’ll get you real relaxed.” He closed his hand into a fiat around his boyfriend’s member after that and stroked him slowly, taking his time.

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Smiff shuddered when Ross spoke and began to kiss his neck, swallowing and automatically tilting his head a little more to the side to give him more access. Of course he wouldn’t want to stop his boyfriend, but still, the fact that he couldn’t was still insanely hot. Obviously, Ross was absolutely right in assuming how the taller man felt about the whole thing, but Smiff felt no need to inflate his ego (or his dick) any more by saying so. Instead he just groaned, flexing his shoulders as goosebumps rose where Ross’ hand was on the base of his neck. “Yeah, my dick,” he responded automatically, keeping a jokey tone though the comment really hadn’t been meant as humour. “You missed my fucking dick. It could really do with a massage.” Smiff didn’t actually expect Ross to heed his words at all, of course, but it was probably the most honest answer he could’ve given; he certainly wasn’t feeling desperate or anything yet, but his sexual frustration was building steadily with every word and every touch his boyfriend gave him. “My arse could go for one too, actually, while you’re there. But you’re already doing that with your fucking hard-on, by the feel of it. Never knew my back could get you so worked up, baby. Maybe next time instead of sending you nudes I’ll just send you a pic of my fucking shoulders, huh?” Smiff wasn’t going to let Ross get away without at least a little teasing in return.

Despite the eye roll, Ross couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face.  He knew he deserved the taunting, so he simply continued to rub Smiff’s back and gave a small little shrug as he looked down at himself.  “Hard-on?  C’mon, baby, you know my dick’s bigger than that.  I’m only kinda hard.  I don’t think your back’s really doing it for me anymore.”  Leaning right into Smiff’s teasing seemed like the perfect plan because if his boyfriend was going to take the piss, he’d dish it right back at him.  Ross bent down once more to kiss the back of Smiff’s shoulder and finally moved, wiping his hands on his own bare chest as he walked to the foot of the bed where Smiff was facing.  “Well?” he asked in an expectant tone, brows lifted.  “Can’t massage your dick if I can’t get to it.”  He was only half serious, although it wasn’t like he’d turn down the opportunity if Smiff actually flipped over and seemed like he was interested.  Ross just couldn’t resist trying to get Smiff out of his pants whenever he could.  Spotting his half empty beer bottle on the nightstand, he moved again to pick it up and downed a few sips before looking at his boyfriend to say, “Or if you were just joking about the dick massage, I could go for a cheeky back rub.  My shoulders are pretty fucking sore too.”  He got the feeling that he already knew what Smiff would choose though, which was why he was smiling smugly at the man as he raised the bottle to his lips once again.

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The fact that Smiff knew that Ross was trying to make him squirm did absolutely nothing to curb the effect, and it was obvious. His boyfriend’s words and actions had the taller man shifting under his weight and swallowing. God, this was completely unfair, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He did manage to reply with his usual cheek, though, saying, “I wasn’t aware there was a service that didn’t involve a happy ending, baby. I thought that was just automatically included.” Smirking back at Ross, Smiff then let out a low groan at the combination of the amazing massage and the growing sexual frustration his boyfriend was causing. It was all well and good for Ross to joke about these things; he wasn’t the one being constantly teased while more or less pinned to the bed. “Oh, and you can take my fucking pants off whenever you see fit. It’s not like I could stop you anyway.” Now he was just teasing himself, and he laughed at how quickly and easily Ross had managed to turn him on. Smiff really didn’t think he could leave the man if he tried; Ross had him well and truly wrapped around his little finger. Not that he ever wanted to try. There was no way in the world he would ever find himself something better than what he had now, and he knew it.

Ross inhaled deeply when Smiff pointed out that he could stop him from doing whatever he wanted.  Of course he already knew that, he was the one pinning the man to the bed after all, but hearing Smiff confirm that sent a shock of electricity straight to his core.  Almost without thinking, he pushed his hips down against Smiff’s ass again while his hands slid to his shoulders.  “Something tells me you wouldn’t want to stop me anyway,” he said quietly and bent forward, leaning himself fully against his boyfriend so that he could softly kiss at the back of his neck.  “Am I right about that?”  The question was rhetorical anyway and Ross went straight back into kissing Smiff’s neck since he didn’t expect an answer from the man, although he did push himself back up to continue slowly rubbing and massaging Smiff’s shoulder blades.  If he was going to follow through with where the teasing was leading them, he wanted Smiff to be thoroughly relaxed and well frustrated before he even thought about stripping his boyfriend down completely.  “Where else is sore, baby?  Have I missed anywhere?”  His hands moved so that he could massage the base of Smiff’s neck with his thumbs and he bit his lip, glad that Smiff wouldn’t be able to see his expression the moment that he realised just how easy it’d be for him to wrap a hand gently around the man’s neck if he really wanted to amp up the teasing.

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Smiff hummed contentedly as Ross rubbed the oil over his back, before sighing because, God, this felt so fucking good. He hadn’t had a proper massage in what felt like years, and he’d forgotten just how amazing it felt. Especially when he had a shirtless, stupidly hot boyfriend straddling his waist and relentlessly teasing him. Letting out a groan as Ross worked out a particularly tough knot, Smiff laughed lightly. It really did feel like the start of, like, a million pornos, and the taller man would’ve replied with something like, “Why don’t we reenact one of them, huh?”, if Ross hadn’t changed the subject so quickly. “It feels fucking amazing,” he groaned, smiling lazily over his shoulder. “And you should know, baby, it’s never too hard for me.” The opportunity for a joke was far too good to pass up, and Smiff laughed lightly before sighing again. “God, you are fucking spoiling me, baby. I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, too relaxed to find the energy to speak louder. He didnt know how he was going to make this up to Ross, but he’d find a way. Actually, he did have a couple of ideas…

Ross was beaming a grin at Smiff’s joke since he expected nothing less from his boyfriend, and that grin softened into a bashful sort of smile after hearing the man murmur that he didn’t deserve him.  He absolutely adored being able to spoil the man and frankly, he believed that if there was anyone deserving of being pampered, it was Smiff.  “Oh, bullshit.  You deserve the world,” he replied.  A back rub was the least he could do.  Ross’ hands slid smoothly down to Smiff’s lower back, his thumbs rubbing in small, firm circles just above the waistband of the other’s trousers to ease any tension there before he paused to pour a little more of the oil into his palm.  “So... never too hard for you, eh?” he asked as he rubbed his hands together and then started to work on the centre of his boyfriend’s back.  Ross purposely pushed his hips down against Smiff’s backside as he did so, chuckling under his breath since he knew he had the upper hand when it came to teasing merely because of the position he was in.  Whether or not he used his advantage or not, he was still deciding.  At the very least, he wasn’t going to rush the massage.  “When am I supposed to take your pants off, anyway?  I’m assuming you want the uh... full service special.  Includes a happy ending.”  The smile came through in Ross’ tone and from the way his hands were moving slowly across Smiff’s back, it was clear that he was just trying to make the man squirm with his words.

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Smiff shuddered as Ross spoke into his ear, swallowing thickly as goosebumps rose across his body because fucking hell, surely Ross had to know that was like… the single hottest thing he could’ve possibly said. He knew he deserved the teasing because he’d been teasing Ross too, but this was another whole level and Smiff was honestly not sure what he’d done to incur the torture of his boyfriend’s hot and kind of dominant side. Even if it was just done to get a rise out of him.“Oh, so you’re telling me this isn’t going to be a sexy massage after all? You’re telling me you’re gonna tease me and then not even give me a fucking sexy massage? That’s bullshit,” Smiff replied with mock-seriousness, rolling his eyes before he sighed as the massage began. He let his eyes fall shut, trying to relax his muscles as much as possible, before he laughed. “I haven’t got any idea if lube works, baby. I’ve never tried it. I think there might be some massage oil in my bedside table, though. I think I remember my ex got me some once, not that we ever got ‘round to using it.” Grinning, he kept his eyes closed while he waited for Ross to find the lotion, hoping he actually remembered right about having it. It’d been a long time, after all. 

With a soft hum, Ross leaned over to pull open the top drawer of the bedside table and looked for anything that looked like it could’ve been lotion or oil.  When he didn’t see any, he sighed softly and moved off of Smiff so that he could check the bottom drawer and sifted around until he found a bottle of something tucked towards the back.  “Should’ve known you’d have bloody massage oil, you spoiled prick,” he said sarcastically, pausing before he climbed back on top of Smiff to take off his own shirt.  “Now it’s a sexy massage.  I wanted to make sure you had the proper stuff for it before going down that road.”  That wasn’t necessarily true either, but he wasn’t just going to let Smiff off the hook too easy.  Back perched atop his boyfriend once more, Ross opened the bottle’s seal before pouring some of the liquid into the palm of his hand.  It smelled nice and would make the massage feel even better for Smiff, so after he’d heated the oil up with his hands, he began to rub the taller man’s back again, kneading at his muscles and loosening any knots he came across.  “Just relax, baby,” he almost cooed softly and the moment the words had left his lips, a smirk began to take shape.  “God, I swear I’ve seen so much porn that starts this exact same way.”  Rather than letting that statement hang in the air for too long though, Ross added, “How is that, anyway?  Does it feel good?  Tell me if it’s too hard.” 

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Of course, Ross was absolutely right when he proposed that Smiff liked it when his boyfriend just told him what to do, so he didn’t even try to deny it. Instead he just laughed, glancing down at Ross’ fingers as they began to push his shirt up and raising an eyebrow. Point taken. The taller man lifted it up and over his head, before chucking in onto the pile of dirty laundry already sitting on Turps’ bed. Usually when he knew Ross was coming over, he made the slightest effort to make sure the room wasn’t an absolute tip, but his boyfriend’s arrival today had been unexpected so that hadn’t taken place. Ross didn’t seem to mind that much, though, and frankly Smiff didn’t really give a shit regardless. “You’re right baby, this does seem as good a time as any,” the taller man replied with a smirk, running his hand up his boyfriend’s chest. “I know you’re only doing this because you want me to get my clothes of, but it’s appreciated anyway.” Smiff didn’t actually think that, of course; he could tell Ross was just being genuinely caring. With a grin, he reached for his beer to down what was left before shifting so he was lying on his stomach with his head toward the foot of the bed and his feet near the headboard. Glancing back over his shoulder, he winked. “Get cracking, masseur.”

Ross’ teeth raked over his lower lip as he watched Smiff finish off what was left of his beer and smirked, waiting for the man to lie flat so that he could swing a leg over his waist.  Straddling his boyfriend, he very lightly brushed his fingertips down Smiff’s pale back from his shoulders to his waist, then leant forward so that he could speak softly into his ear.  “If I wanted you out of your clothes, I’d get you out of them myself.  You’d be taking care of me right now.”  He didn’t believe that Smiff actually thought that he was only trying to get in his pants anyway, but he couldn’t help but want to get him back for all the teasing Smiff’d been dishing his way.  “This could’ve been a sexy massage, baby.  All you had to do was take your pants off.  Fucks sake, maybe if you play your cards right, it can still be a sexy massage,” he joked and laughed while his hands wandered the expanse of Smiff’s back, finally settling on his broad shoulders.  Ross started massaging, working out any knots that he came across as gently as he could with his thumbs.  Maybe it was all in his head, but he reckoned that Smiff felt at least a little more tense than normal.  “Do you have any lotion?  Or is lube any good for massaging?”  He laughed over what a stupid question that was, although it was a legitimate question since he truly did want to spoil and pamper his boyfriend.  For all he knew, Smiff probably had a bottle of massage oil somewhere.

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Just quietly, Smiff wanted Ross to steal him away if he and another guy got a little too flirty, because that was really the only way he could be sure he wouldn’t do something utterly stupid while wasted. If his boyfriend stepped in before anything could happen, Smiff’s drunk mind would have no chance to do something he’d regret afterwards. Not that he thought he would, but he just didn’t quite trust himself when intoxicated - he had his past to blame for that. Melting into the kiss, Smiff inhaled sharply as they parted, swallowing when he found Ross far closer than he’d been before. Listening to the man’s words, he let his lips twist into a slight smirk, raising eyebrow. “If I didn’t know any better, baby, I’d think you were telling me to undress.” He was half-joking, though. He didn’t actually think that Ross was actually asking him to strip, but he thought it undeniable that them losing their clothes was where his boyfriend’s mind had to be going. After all, his own was going the exact same place. “You don’t have to be all cryptic with me, y’know. You don’t have to be all shy and beat around the bush. Just telling me to get them off works just as well.” Smiff just couldn’t resist gently teasing and taking the piss out of his boyfriend, and he laughed lightly before leaning in for a kiss far shorter than the one he actually wanted. 

Ross laughed at the teasing and rolled his eyes, about to respond, but Smiff’s lips were against his own before he could get a word out.  “You know me,” he said with a sigh after they’d parted and he turned his gaze downwards with the most bashful and embarrassed expression he could try to make.  “I’m just so... shy.  You’re so hot and... and I’d be so embarrassed if you rejected me.”  He couldn’t manage to keep his giggles down, so as he laughed, he looked back up at Smiff and his pseudo coy demeanour disappeared instantly.  “Honestly, yeah; I think just telling you what I want is way fucking easier than hoping you’ll pick up on a hint.  I reckon someone here likes it that way too.”  Ross gently dug his fingers into Smiff’s sides with a cheeky grin before he shamelessly began to push his boyfriend’s t-shirt upwards, obviously wanting to get him out of it.  The comment he’d made about wanting them both in less clothes was definitely more than just a passing joke -- his thoughts had begun to move in that direction the moment he began fantasising about the possibilities of meeting up with an already-drunk Smiff at Saturday’s party.  “I promised you a massage, didn’t I?  Now seems like as good a time as any.” 

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For some reason that he couldn’t quite place a finger on, the sweet and loving kiss that Ross gave him had goosebumps rising on Smiff’s arms, and he swallowed thickly when they parted. Maybe it was something to do with the knee between his legs - for some reason that was kind of hot - or perhaps the kiss just wasn’t quite as innocent as it had first seemed. It was probably both. Laughing lightly, Smiff shook his head. “Let’s just agree we’re both lucky bastards, yeah? That way, everyone at the party can be jealous of both of us, and that’s pretty damn great.” Smiff wasn’t a jealous person, but he was a cocky one, so the idea or someone else being jealous of him was certainly appealing; it fed his already slightly inflated ego. Grinning, the taller man leant over to place his beer down beside his boyfriend’s before reaching his hand up to cup his face. “I can’t wait for you to steal me away from whatever drunk asshole’s trying to flirt, baby,” he commented in a lowered tone, stroking his thumb affectionately along Ross jawline. “Can’t wait for them to look at you and realise… they can’t even try to compete.”

Smiff’s lowered tone left Ross’ stomach doing flips as he held eye contact with the other man, a small smirk still resting on the edges of his lips.  He’d never get sick of listening to Smiff feed his own ego; just knowing that he had what sounded like permission to be even the slightest bit possessive over Smiff at a party was kind of incredible considering what a flirt the guy could be.  Leaning back in for another kiss, Ross moved one hand to the side of Smiff’s neck and he pressed his body a little closer to his boyfriend’s until he was practically sitting in his lap.  Between the sultry tone of the other’s voice and the way his fingers touched his face, he couldn’t help himself.  “This...” he began, muttering lowly against Smiff’s mouth before he pecked him firmly once more and then leant back enough to continue, “This is how I wanna spend the rest of break.”  Obviously he didn’t mean that literally, but if he had things his way, Ross would happily spend the rest of the week tangled up in bed with his boyfriend.  Chuckling, he moved his hand up Smiff’s neck to gently comb his fingers through his hair as he casually said, “Preferably with a lot less clothes too.” 

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Much like Ross, Smiff was certain they’d find themselves either at Ross flat or Smiff’s accommodation at some point on the night, given that both of them could scarcely control their libidos when sober, let along at a drunken party. In fact, the idea of going to a party with Ross and not banging during or afterwards was just odd. With a boyfriend that hot, it’d be stupid not to. When Ross brought up their friends’ reactions to their relationship, Smiff laughed. “Baby, I’m pretty sure they’re already tired of it. Most of them are just jealous, though, even if they don’t know it. I mean, they could only dream of a sex life like ours.” Smiff was only joking, even if it held an element of truth. He wasn’t actually that conceited as to think that all his friends just watched them and wished they had relationships with such a strong physical attraction, but then again Smiff was certain that none of them could possibly have anything that compared, because what he and Ross had was out of this world. And he could only hope that it never lost it’s spark. “Can’t wait for the whole party on Saturday to be jealous as fuck,” he added, laughing. “While they’ll be scrounging for a half decent drunk hookup, I’ll be going home with the hottest guy there. Again. God, I’m a lucky bastard.”

The smile was already lifting the corners of Ross’ lips upwards when Smiff mentioned that he’d be going home with the hottest guy at the party, but for whatever reason, the ‘again’ was what really turned his cheeks a shade of pink.  Smiff was really good at turning him into a bashful mess at the most unexpected times and he couldn’t help but laugh at his own reaction as his head fell back against the wall behind him.  “You know, I was just thinking the same thing.  I can already see it now... showing up while some pissed bloke’s chatting you up, maybe even thinking he’ll get lucky, and then I just walk over and steal you away like it’s nothing.  Fucking brilliant.”  He could easily overlook his own jealousy in favour of being able to smugly show his boyfriend off as his.  Smiff was the hottest guy he’d ever laid eyes on and even he sometimes still couldn’t believe that the man had chosen him over anyone else.  Ross snorted with laughter and turned his gaze back at the man beside him briefly before he sat up, shifted onto his knees, and moved to set his beer down.  He then turned and placed a knee between Smiff’s legs, and leant down to kiss him slowly.  It was sweet and loving, although there was almost a hint of subconscious possessiveness behind the kiss, and he briefly bit his lip when he finally pulled away to take a breath.  “I’d bet money that I’m the luckier bastard between the two of us, baby.” 

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Smiff nodded when Ross said he could come after work, grinning at the kiss to his cheek before saying, “Oh definitely. It’s really gonna be kicking off when you get there, if you do come after work. I’ll be well pissed already.” Laughing lightly, Smiff sipped at his beer before sighing. He absolutely knew that having his boyfriend turn up when he was already very drunk would be extremely fun for him, perhaps not so fun for Ross having to be the sober one, though. With some shots or something, though, he was sure the man would be able to catch up quickly. If he wanted to, that was. Smiff wasn’t going to pressure him… much. He was just glad that Ross wanted to come. “I’ll get my mate to send me the address, baby. I don’t remember exactly where it is, and apparently that’s kind of important to know.” Shrugging, Smiff shuffled the slightest bit closer to Ross and leant against his shoulder, flashing a smile up at him. He looked ridiculously good, as always, and Smiff rolled his eyes at his own infatuation. “Y’know, the only problem with this party is there aren’t really side rooms to drag you into - one bedroom, one bathroom. The bedroom is always full, though.  It’s tragic.”

Looking back at Smiff as the man looked up at him, Ross lifted his brows curiously as a smug smirk began to take shape on his lips.  Smiff mentioning dragging him away during the party had triggered flashbacks to the last party that they hosted together in his flat, and more specifically to the moments they spent locked away in his bedroom while the party still raged on without them.  “That’s a damn shame.  Maybe we’ll be those arseholes who lock themselves in the bathroom for an hour,” he joked, laughing because he wouldn’t put that past them if they were drunk and desperate enough.  “I can promise that we’ll probably just end up back here or at mine for our own private party at some point though, baby.  I mean, that is if you can manage keeping your hands out of my trousers while we’re there.”  With a snicker, Ross winked at Smiff and took another large gulp from his beer before he shifted a little so that he could wrap his arm around the other man’s shoulders to hold him close.  “How long do you think it’ll take for our mates to get truly tired of watching us eye fuck each other in public?  Not that that’s ever gonna stop me or whatever -- it’s fucking brilliant seeing some of them squirm.”  He tipped his head back whilst letting out a genuine laugh and shook his head at how ridiculous it probably was.  Sips often swore that the two of them were just in a honeymoon phase that would begin to fade as their relationship grew less new, however Ross only thought that the intense adoration and love that he felt for Smiff had grown even stronger over time.

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Smiff found Ross’ answer about his plans for this last week really fucking cute, honestly, and he smiled adoringly at the man. It was lucky, then, that the taller man’s plans were the same - spend time with Ross as much as possible. And go to that party at the end of the week, so he could finish break the same way he started it - drunk as fuck. “Yeah, it’s on Saturday,” he replied, taking another swig of beer, “Some guy I’ve got a couple of mutual friends with is hosting; he’s got a flat with his girlfriend and they’re both pretty insane - his parties are usually great.” From Smiff’s fairly hazy memories of those parties, they were usually loud, boozy, and full of people looking to have a good time and hookup. Not that that would be on the cards this time of course. “I was gonna ask you, actually, if you wanted to come. I know really crazy parties aren’t necessarily your thing, but I think you could have a ball if you let yourself.” Grinning, Smiff winked at his boyfriend, before adding. “Or if not, I can just go with Trott and some other mates. Don’t feel like you have to, or anything. But the offer’s on the table.” 

Ross laughed softly since he knew that if anyone had any info on upcoming parties, it’d be his boyfriend.  There was no denying that Smiff was much more involved in the party scene than he was, which wasn’t a bad thing at all.  He preferred something a little more intimate and laid back compared to the loud and rowdy parties that Smiff enjoyed, although he had to admit that he kind of enjoyed watching his boyfriend thrive in that sort of environment.  Ross also appreciated that Smiff understood that he felt a little out of place at the crazier parties and didn’t pressure him into going with him because that seemed to be the route that many of his friends took whenever they tried to get him to tag along.  “Mmm, it’s not that I don’t want to go,” he said, giving Smiff’s hand a light squeeze before he reached for his phone and pulled open his calendar.  “I’ve got work ‘til 10 Saturday night, but I reckon I could come by after that.  Or maybe I can bop off early or get someone else to work my shift.  Either way, I wanna go and if it’s gonna be as insane as you say, things’ll probably just be getting good by the time I get there, yeah?”  Offering Smiff a wide grin, Ross leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.  Missing the last big party before the new semester started sounded like a waste and if Smiff was keen on going, he thought that he might as well give it a go as well.

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Smiff genuinely had to stop himself from letting out a moan at the thought of getting a massage; it just sounded so incredible. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more right now than relaxing on a bed while his boyfriend massages him and put his hands all over his body. What a dream… He didn’t say that, though; instead he just replied, “That sounds amazing, baby. You’re right, you do spoil me,” and took a long sip of his beer. He laughed lightly at Ross’ addition, heeding his words and not saying what he’d do without the man. He just chuckled, leaning in briefly kiss Ross before saying, “I’m sure whatever - or whoever - I’d be doing, they wouldn’t be as good as you.” Surely that couldn’t be too much for his boyfriend, and it was the truth. Taking another long sip of his beer, Smiff sighed and leant over to place the bottle on the bedside table. That way, he could place his hands on both sides of Ross’ face and draw him into a slow, loving kiss that left him slightly rosy cheeked when he finally pulled away. “Sorry, I just… missed you today,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly, flashing a bashful smile before picking up his beer again as an excuse to look away. “Have you, uh, got any plans for the rest of this week? Y’know, last week of break and all that.”

Ross truly hadn’t expected Smiff to answer his rhetorical question, so of course he began to blush and laughed quietly under his breath because his boyfriend was too damn sweet for his own good sometimes.  Luckily for him though, he wasn’t the only one who was left with warm cheeks because he’d definitely noticed the rosy hue that lingered on Smiff’s face after they’d shared such an amazing kiss.  “Hey,” Ross murmured, not wanting to just brush off Smiff’s first comment before he answered his boyfriend’s questions.  “I missed you too.  I would’ve come by sooner if I’d known you weren’t getting into much today... I was just faffing about and really fucking bored, if I’m honest.”  Laughing quietly, he looped his arm through Smiff’s so that he could lean against him and slipped his hand into the taller man’s.  “But uh, no, I don’t really have any plans.  I’ve got a couple shifts at work, but I was kinda just hoping to spend time with you.”  He gave a nonchalant shrug and then sipped from his beer before he raised his eyebrows at Smiff.  “What’re your plans looking like?  Oh -- and I think Barry said something about some party on either Friday or Saturday?  Have you heard anything about that?”

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Smiling at his boyfriend, Smiff bent down and grabbed two beers from the fridge, placing them on the bench before glancing back over his shoulder. Turps? Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I think. He’s still visiting family, he only gets back the day before semester starts. Which means we have nearly a whole week of privacy.” Grinning at Ross, Smiff turned his attention back to the beers, opening them before carrying them both over to the bed. “Here you go,” he said, handing one to Ross before commenting, “you know, whenever I finally move out of this place, my first and honestly only requirement will be that I have a place to sit that isn’t the bed or a single fucking armchair in the corner. Jesus Christ.” Smiff had been at the student accommodation for like two years, and his patience in the tiny room he called his shared home was slowly wearing thin. It was all well and good having couches and tables down in the communal area, but what Smiff wouldn’t do to just have some seating with just a little privacy… Sighing, the taller man squished in next to Ross on the bed, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before he took a long sip of beer. “Fuck,” he said softly afterwards. “This is exactly what I needed.”

“Thanks baby,” Ross murmured after taking the beer and before he took a drink from it, he breathed out a sympathetic hum and nodded in reply to Smiff’s comments about his room.  He understood completely; he wouldn’t say he was claustrophobic, but two people living in one tiny room together certainly wore his patience thin while he was living in the student accommodations.  Hell, even sharing a flat with Sips sometimes tested his nerves, so he had nothing but pity for Smiff’s current situation.  “Good -- you deserve to relax after earlier.  If I were you, I’d probably be drinking something much stronger to try and unwind,”  Ross wasn’t being sarcastic.  All the business course rubbish even slightly stressed him out and it wasn’t like he had to take any of them, and he gave Smiff a warm smile and lightly nudged the taller man with his elbow before downing another sip of his beer.  “I’ll even... I dunno, rub your back for you later if you want?  That’s relaxing, right?  Give you a really fucking lush massage since I didn’t realise that we’d have time alone tonight.”  Even if he didn’t stay the night, Ross thought it’d be a waste if they didn’t take some advantage of Turps’ absence.  “God, I spoil you.  What would you do without me?”  The amusement was clear in his tone and he quickly held his free hand up whilst shaking his head to say, “Actually, don’t answer that.  I don’t think I could take the truth.” 

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Smiff grinned at Ross words, cupping his boyfriend’s face as they kissed before saying, “Well I’m glad to hear you picked me over grocery shopping, of all things. I’d be a bit miffed if you hadn’t.” He clearly didn’t mean it, though. He was just joking around and deliberately keeping the mood light because, in all honesty, he’d had more than enough of serious conversations. “Hmmm,” he responded to Ross joke. “I don’t think I’ll kick you out, at least for now. So count yourself lucky - usually pizza and game night is a strictly solo affair.” Leaning forward, Smiff kissed Ross one last time - slowly, savouring it - before he climbed off of his lap and made his way into the small kitchenette. “Do you want a drink of something? I’ve got a couple beers in the fridge if you’d like? If not I can do…” He opened up the fridge, scanning to see what else was in there - not much, as it turned out. “…water. That’s about it. Unless you want a tea or coffee?” Leaning back against the counter, Smiff raised an eyebrow, before he added, “I’m having a beer, if that makes the decision any easier. And let me know if you’re hungry, I can put the pizzas on anytime.” Smiff just kind of assumed that Ross was staying at least for dinner, now, and so of course he’d need to make sure there was enough food for them both.

Once Smiff had climbed off of his lap to move to the kitchenette, Ross toed off his trainers and let them fall beside the bed before he stretched across the mattress to make himself comfortable.  When he’d first even made the detour from the shop to pop into Smiff’s, he hadn’t planned on staying that long since he wasn’t sure if his boyfriend would be busy or have other plans, or hell, even want some time to himself.  It seemed like Smiff wanted him to stay for a while, or at least that’s what Ross assumed when he was offered a drink and even some pizza too.  Humming softly, he let out a warm laugh over Smiff trying to help him decide what to drink since the man truly understood just how indecisive he could be over even the smallest decisions.  “Yeah I’ll have a beer.  Thanks, baby,” he replied, adding, “I’m not too hungry yet, but I’ll eat whenever.  You know me; put something down in front of me and I’ll probably eat it without even thinking.”  Ross rolled his eyes and sat back up, crossing his legs so that he wasn’t taking up too much on Smiff’s bed.  The whole room was so small that he was quickly reminded why they spent so much more time at his flat than in Smiff’s dorm; well, that and the lack of privacy sometimes, too.  “Surprised that Turps isn’t in.  Where’s he gone off to?”  He was mostly curious since he kind of wanted to know if Smiff’s roommate would be back any time tonight, or if maybe he’d gotten lucky and dropped in on a night where Turps wouldn’t be around to ruin any sort of fun.