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Though his body was a regulated one hundred-five degrees, Aspen couldn’t help but feel a bit of a chill when he was left standing against the wall, his small frame backed up against the plaster. “Oh, don’t be like that,” he countered, crawling onto the bed over Malachy and straddling him, sitting back so his rear was on top of the other’s thighs. “He pays for this place, I don’t want him to kick me out.” A lightbulb went off in his mind and he smiled down at Mal, spreading his fingers over his chest. “I mean, if you charmed me into doing it, he couldn’t be mad.”

Aspen's next words shocked the arousal right out of him, and he shook his head. His hands gripped Aspen's hips and he gently lifted the smaller boy off of his lap, setting him onto the bed before getting up and brushing the wrinkles out of his clothes. "I'm not doing that." He's more disappointed than angry with the request. Just so he can make Rhys happy. He shook his head once more, taking his car keys out of his pocket and gripping them so tightly the blood drained from his fingers. "I'll see you later." And just like that he's gone, slamming the door behind him.

Whimpering slightly at the feeling of pressure on his backside, Aspen allowed himself to be pushed back through the doorway that led into his room, his arms threading around Malachy’s neck. The way he went about it was so damn smooth that he could feel himself twitching slightly at the thought, inclining his head upwards to allow his boyfriend better access. There were a thousand things he could say to stop this from happening — namely accusing the other of charming him — but something kept his lips pursed tightly shut. “Rhys is going to kill me,” he whined, eyes closing automatically at the sensation of lips at his jaw.

Malachy paused, pulling away before huffing rather childishly and sitting on the bed. "Fine then," he mumbled, his back hitting the mattress. He looked up at the smooth ceiling. He couldn't find another apartment that he liked-- honestly, if he had found one they'd be there right now, Malachy fucking the life out of Aspen. "Go fuck Rhys then, since you care so much what he thinks," he pouted.

The sensation of Malachy relaxing around him had the worry in his muscles recoiling, every appendage on his body losing its tenseness. As soon as he mollified into the embrace, however, the feeling of hands on his backside startled him into reality again. “Rhys is home, babe,” he breathed quietly, hoping his roommate wouldn’t make an appearance though he knew his rules about fucking in the house. “Keep it PG-13.”

#they haven't done the do in quite some time js

Malachy rolled his eyes at that, squeezing his ass once more before beginning to walk him back into Aspen's room. "PG-13 doesn't stop it from happening, only stops people from seeing it. So..." Almost as soon as they'd crossed the threshold, he kicked the door closed and pressed Aspen up against the nearest wall. "If I'm not mistaken, we're now PG-13." he murmured, pressing soft kisses along Aspen's jaw.

The atmosphere around Malachy turned tense, like he didn’t quite believe Aspen, but he figured that was likely his mind getting the best of him. Yet he still kissed back with the same amount of force his opposite applied, not wanting to seem any less committed to the embrace simply out of fear Malachy would begin to question him again. “You can relax, you know,” he mumbled into the other’s lips, a smile quirking the edges of his mouth.

All tension rolled right out of his body at those words. Aspen had that sort of effect on him, that he could spit out almost any command and Malachy would dutifully comply. He almost immediately relaxed, the kiss melting into a sweet, loving embrace rather than one forged from panic. He proceeded to slip his arms from around Aspen's waist, drop them to cup his ass and press their hips together ever so gently as he swiped the tip of his tongue along Aspen's pretty, thin lips.

With the way his senses were always at a heightened state, Aspen could practically taste the attitude between them change. In no way had he meant to poke at a sensitive spot, but they both often forgot one another’s weakest points and went after areas that actually hurt a bit. “You know I’m only joking,” he sighed, kissing Malachy’s collarbone lightly. “I don’t think you do.”

With Aspen confirming that he didn't actually suspect that Malachy charmed him came a sense of relief. Malachy nodded, his grip around Aspen tightening as he responded, "Good," before tilting his face up by his chin and leaning down to kiss his lips. To him, it only mattered what Aspen thought. Even so, he intensified the kiss, his fingers gripping the other's jaw a bit tighter.

That’s better. It’s going great. My buddy Ralph and I have been whipping up a storm alongside the Upper East.

Whipping up a storm? how so?

This is no fun when we’re talking about Aspen. And feelings.

Fine, sorry, I'll stop talking about him and feelings. How's being bionic-Rhys going? Getting stuff done?

Who is this? And what have you done with the real Malachy?

What do you mean?

Malachy’s fingers felt cold against his skin, as most things did — such was the downside of having a constant fire burning beneath your skin, though it made every touch just that much more thrilling. “I’m pretty positive, unless you mean it’s me being entranced by your gold eyes,” he teased, scrunching up his nose as Malachy pressed his lips to the tip. In retaliation he licked the inside of the other’s ear, smiling in satisfaction at his own actions.

Malachy allowed a giggle to slip from his lips, the feel of Aspen's wet appendage at his ear a foreign yet playful gesture. However, his words caused his smile to fall into a frown. With every person who knew about them came the question, 'did you charm Aspen into liking you?'. It was a horrid question to ask someone like Malachy, someone who couldn't control the way their voice had that edge about it, that persuasive tone. Truth be told, he didn't know if he'd charmed Aspen into getting onto his knees that one fateful day, or even if he'd charmed him into coming back for more. So Malachy looked away and mumbled, "I don't charm you..." Which may or may not be a lie. Nobody knows.

That’s because Aspen is a pussy. Give him time. He’ll come around.

I think he's just scared to get hurt, but I wish I knew for sure. He needs to know I'd never. He doesn't deserve it.

Lighten up, Malachy. Aren’t we all pals now? I wumbo, you wumbo, Aspen wumbo.