Kick your ass.
Don’t be mean to me oppa~

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@partyanimalpete-blog
Kick your ass.
Don’t be mean to me oppa~
Oh I’m a brat now?
What are you going to do about it?
Oppa? Heh, you’re definitely the cute one. I like it though.
Naah, don’t be such a brat.
Nah, I’m just all manly.
My oppa is cute and manly~
You’re pretty damn cute, Pete. You can be cute and manly!
You’re cute and manly huh?
That’s true. Fine I guess I won’t die.
Stop being so cute…it’s only shortening my life.
Wah, I’m not cute Abelll. I’m manly as fuck.
You’ve killed me.
Kekeke.
You’re not allowed to die; I just got you back,
Gimme kiss.
I’m high as fuck.
I know.
Cute.
Come here.
Hmmm?
ache for us || abel
Somehow Abel knew what Pete was going to say just a second before he said it and his heart was racing. Was he hearing Pete right? He loved him since they that very first year they were roommates? Why had he kept it bottled up all these years? Abel had always been open to any of Pete’s advances or anyone for that matter. Abel was too much of a tease and too confused with what he wanted to ever really follow through. He was speechless and continued to grip onto Pete. No matter how stiff he was, Abel wasn’t going to let go.
Hearing the first hint of Pete’s tears, Abel’s heart was aching. What had he put his poor friend through all these years and hearing him say that he didn’t expect Abel’s love in return kind of hurt. Abel was capable of love but it was hard for him to sort his feelings and that didn’t change. A million thoguhts were racing through Abel’s mind but his body had a mind of it’s own. His hands moved to Pete’s shoulders and he turned him to face him. Gently, Abel took a hold of Pete’s face and wiped away his tears. “It’s going to be okay.” He whispered and slowly pressed his lips to Pete’s.
It was all to much in his chest. It tightened and his heart twisted. It was all out there now, no more hiding it, pretending that it just wasn’t a thing. Now he had to face it and deal with the rejection that would happen. It hurt to much, the silence that Abel was holding right now. He tried his best not to think about it.
But then Abel was turning him around and all he could think about was how much he didn’t want Abel to see him like this. A sob fell from his lips and he tried his best to slow his tears but he couldn’t. He wanted to pull away, turn and push Abel but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Especially because now Abel was putting his hands on his face. And then... kissing him. Kissing him? Pete froze up, they’d kissed before, short and sweet, mainly drunken and stupidly but not like this. It was different, it made Pete’s heart flutter with something like home but his brain was behind to many walls for that to happen just yet. He helplessly grabbed at Abel’s shirt, but didn’t dare pull away from the kiss. He pressed back into it, reveling in the feeling, memorizing it just in case he’d never get it again.
“I will get your photo soon enough, Manbeast! Don’t you want my baby to know your beautiful face?”
“Are you going to name that baby after me? You should. I have an amazing name.”
“My manbeast, Pete, can I please have a picture of you?”
“Still gonna have to say no.”
Without you, I’m still left alone here I’m waiting for you, only believing in you But I’m a fool, no no no
“What would you like me to say? You’re just such a hunka hunka burnin’ love? Handsome manbeast?”
“I’d much rather you call me that over pretty, Zeph.”
“But you’re just too damn pretty not to be on film. Just one pose?”
“Pretty?!”