"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious." | "Do you know how much you mean to me?" | “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”
"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious." (Luc/Gi/Christos)
Lucas leaned over the bed and gave Gianna a soft kiss, smiling as her nose wrinkled and she began to wake up, “Hey, I’m just heading out before someone sees me.” He said softly, almost a whisper against her cheek.
Gi hummed, stretching out her tired body under the covers, “Mmmm, okay. At least let me walk you back, I need tea and it’s on the way.” she shrugged, sitting up and rubbing her eyes with one hand as the other fixed her pyjamas into place as she stood.
“Oh, you’re walking me back to my place, reverse chivalry is something I could definitely get used to.” Luca chuckled, wrapping his arms around the blonde once she was up and on her feet, “I’d be honoured if you walked me home.”
The blonde rolled her eyes playfully, slipping her feet into her slippers, “Yeah yeah, don’t get used to it. You’re the one who’s supposed to be the gentleman, remember?”
“Mhm, I know, princess.” The male dropped another kiss to her forehead and pulled the bedroom door open, only to lock eyes with Christos as he left his office. Lucas felt his heart drop to his feet and it took a moment for his brain to start working, “Mornin’ Christos. Long night?” He asked in what he hoped was as innocent a voice as he could muster.
Christos raised his eyebrows as the male emerged from Gianna’s bedroom, followed by the blonde, “Ah Lucas, good morning.” He smiled softly, glancing back at his office, “Just the usual, contract negotiations and such. Time zones, you know how they can be.” He looked the teens over for a long moment, an unreadable expression crossing his face.
Lucas squirmed under the older male’s gaze, feeling like he was getting the silent third degree and that he had to explain himself, “Uh, there was a storm last night. Gianna told me when we went drinking that she’s not so good with them. I offered to stay with her. On the floor, of course.” He added, far too quickly for someone to be totally innocent, “Nothing untoward at all, scouts honour.” Luc even raised his hand to his head in a salute to try and sell the bit.
Tilting his head again for a moment, clearly glancing at the messed up bed behind the two of them before his usual friendly smile was back in place, Christos met Luc’s eye again, “I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just staying, it looks suspicious.” He watched Lucas squirm once more before turning and heading down the stairs, “Anyway, I have an early meeting to get to, I shall see you both later.” He said over his shoulder with a light chuckle to himself.
"Do you know how much you mean to me?" (John/Luc)
John shifted from foot to foot after ringing the doorbell to Lucas’ house, he’d been invited over for the night by the younger male for the first time since he’d moved back into his family home.
Nervous energy thrummed through his entire being, at times he still felt like he was just an add-on that came with Gianna, but his feelings for Lucas were true, albeit new to him.
He took half a step back as the door opened to reveal Lucas, the younger male smiling broadly at him before he surged forward to wrap his arms around the teacher, pulling him into a searing kiss.
When they finally separated after what felt like an eternity, Lucas threaded their fingers together, “Welcome home.” He stated softly, drawing him across the threshold to close the door with a soft click.
John’s body relaxed fractionally, his grip on his boyfriend’s hand increasing ever so slightly, “I wasn’t sure you’d still wan—“
A finger on his lips cut him off before he could finish the sentence, “This is your home. Our home, you need to start believing that.” The younger male pulled him closer, releasing his hand only to wrap one arm around his waist and thread the fingers of the other hand through John’s hair, “Do you know how much you mean to me? I love you, John. I meant it when I said it.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.” (WW!Nick/Blaine)
Nick hunted under the bed for his missing shoe, sure he’d kicked it in his haste to not be late to dinner a couple of nights before, listening to Blaine pacing the clear space in their cabin, “Babe, I dunno what you’re so worked up about, it’s just a little breaking into the sports hall and some light drinking, maybe even some spin the bottle.” He said, reaching towards the wall as his fingers brushed against his shoe, “We’ve done way worse than this before.”
The curly haired male stopped pacing in front of the door and turned to face his boyfriend’s wiggling ass as he groped blindly under his bed, “Well… That’s just it, I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”
Fingers closing around the rubber and canvas shoe he’d been grabbing for, Nick sat back on his heels and turned to look at Blaine with an eyebrow raised and a smirk in his lips, “Oh really?”
Nick stood, turning to disappear into the bathroom and returned a minute later holding an empty bottle of Blaine’s expensive shampoo he’d liberated from the trash can and rinsed clean. He sat himself down in the middle of the floor and pointed to the floor across from him, “Sit.” He said spinning the bottle before the other male had a chance to argue or do much else other than sit on the floor.
The bottle span rapidly between them, landing just off to the side of Blaine, Nick looked up at his boyfriend with a slow smirk, leaning over to close the gap between them. He pressed forward to draw the other into his arms, fingers tangling in the back of his curls and pressing their lips together in an urgent kiss.
Blaine was first to pull back for air, having been taken a little by surprise, “We’re not making it to the breaking and entering party, are we?”
“I’m sure they’ll make do without us, they’ll understand.” Nick muttered, nipping at Blaine’s lower lip, “Think we should spin it again?”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
