the white boy experience

all of me || landon

#para:brandon #para #otp: bashful

all of me || landon

#i never know when to put a read more so i just #para:brandon #para #otp: bashful

Brandon whimpered at the little moan he made, “I maybe.” he blushed as their lips collided. Maybe he was being a bit too obvious that he was more than flustered at the moment. It seemed like that was all he was when he was around the blonde, especially after valentines day. Just a puddle on the floor, but this time he was actually seducing Luke for a change. He whined, threading both of his hands with his, and putting them up, “You’re not allowed to touch me right now.”

all of me || landon

“But you loved it.” He said in a sort of a small, breathy voice. Pressing a few delicate kisses over the the boys skin before speaking again, “I’m bad at receiving complements, baby.” He made sure the nickname purred out of his mouth. For the first time, Brandon wasn’t getting nervous. Luke was the one usually taking control of- really most of the sexual aspects in their relationship. Now his teeth were dragging on his skin, his tongue flicking around the sweet spot right below his ear.

#para:brandon #para #otp: bashful

"Hell fuckin' yeah I loved it, B. You're either a really convincing person or I'm just a sucker for dimples." Luke said with a giggle, his eyebrows raising when Brandon started kissing at his skin. "Mm, well yeah, I've known that for a while..." He trailed off and almost lost his train of thought when the boy started speaking so low and sweet in his ear. Feeling Brandon's tongue playing at the spot right under his ear, Luke let out the softest of moans and smirked, turning to Brandon so they were face-to-face. "Are you trying to seduce me?" He asked playfully, pulling at his bottom lip with his teeth. "'Cause if so, you're doing a fucking amazing job." Luke smirked before pressing his lips to Brandon's. He kissed him sweetly and moved his hand down the boy's chest slowly until he reached the hem of his shirt, his fingers finding their way under the fabric and brushing against his skin gently.

I know she does, and I love her. Her decisions are so fucking ridiculous, though. I support her decisions, I guess. She doesn’t support mine, though. Yeah, but… it’s gross. I know I brought it up, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to stop talking about it. Distract me for a bit. Um, yeah. Boobs are gross as shit… like, bags of fat on your chest? Um, no, thanks. Holes of dark, wetness? Yeah, like I’ll stick anything up that. Guys are so hot. Unf.

Aw, you little cutie. Well, some people just need change and apparently that's her at the moment. She's fine with some of your decisions, Skater. You're gonna be fine. Okay, fine, we're done talking about her boobs. How would you like to be distracted? I could tell you a story or... I don't know. Whatever, Slater. I think everyone has the chance to be hot, doesn't really matter if they have tits or a dick. Or both. That's be sick.

He is, but… I’m good at sneaking around. You should know that. I don’t know what’s going to be better. Both of our dad’s are assholes, so I guess it doesn’t really matter. I’m supposed to support the fact you want to bang my mom? It’s not even the fact that you’re into MILF’s or whatever, it’s the fact that you would actually fuck my mom. You’re gross. Can we stop talking about my mom’s tits now? It’s all so gross. This is why I like guys, ew.

Good point. That really sucks... At least your mom's alright, though. She loves you. No, I meant that you're supposed to support her decisions and stuff, but you could support that, too. Dude, it's not my fault, okay? I can't control who I'm attracted to... It's just that your mom is super hot and like, yeah. I can't help it. You're the one who brought it up, but sure, we can stop. You like guys because... why? They don't have boobs?

Yeah, but Jared’s only here until Monday. Then a full week with that asshole. I’ll probably crash at Roscoe’s most of that time, anyways. He’s just a fucking prick. I don’t know, she’s at a resort thing now. Apparently they take care of her and everything until she’s better. I think it’s a week until she comes home, and then a few weeks until she’s able to like, touch them without discomfort. Ew, you’re gross. She’s definitely having a midlife crisis. It’s fucking weird.

Dude, I thought Roscoe's dad was like... totally against him being with a guy? Seems like if you went over there it'd be worse than staying at home, but whatever makes you feel better. It'll be fine and she'll be home soon enough. I guess that's not too long and I'm not gross. She's just hot... and you're supposed to be supportive with that kind of thing, Cheeto. She's obviously feeling a little stressed or something and if getting huge tits is gonna make her feel better, then so be it.

Well, like, Jared’s going on a business trip on Monday, so someone needs to stay with them while we all go to school, but fucking still. I don’t want him anywhere near me or my fucking boyfriend— especially after last time. Yeah, she went to the hospital with her friends, don’t worry, Luke. Someone’s holding her hand and it’s not you. I’m sure she’ll love your opinion on how they look after surgery, though. When they’re all healed and ready to be touched.

Man, that sucks big time. Skater. You'll be fine, though. I mean... I'm sure he's not gonna do anything fucking stupid while Jared's around, y'know? Just stay away from him as best as you can and show him that you really are better off without him. I've seen you take care of all the kids at once and you do it better than he ever could. Aw, well that's not fair! I totally would have been an amazing support system for her. Do you know when that'll be? Like, weeks? Months? I'm so excited.

My dad’s here. He’s helping with the kids in stuff while my mom’s away for surgery. I don’t fucking know why because Roscoe, Jared and I can fucking take care of it. He can go fuck himself out of the planet and fucking die.

Ew, what the fuck? Obviously your mom was on drugs or something for her to call and ask him to help you guys... But Slater, if you're all home, does that mean your mom is getting surgery and no one's there waiting with her? All of you suck, I mean, you could have told me. I would have gone to hold her hand.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What the fuck now?

“ Hey, no, you started it. Did you just compare me to your experience of meeting Rihanna? I feel even more important now.” Brandon rested his head on the boys chest, “Alright lets stop being being weird and affectionate. I’m having a toothache from your sweetness, for fuck sake.” His nose nuzzled into the blondes neck, his long arms wrapping around his torso.

#idek what to call this #it just casually turned into like a mini para #para:brandon #???#otp: bashful

"I didn't start it-- you fucking started it when you decided to hit on me. It's all your fault, Brandon." Luke laughed and nodded his head, biting down on his lip lightly. "Well, yeah... Like, that was the best day of my life and everything, but whenever I get to see you I'm just really happy and stuff. But yeah, you're really important." He said with a grin, pulling Brandon into his chest. "Alright, fine. No more weird affection, babe." He said as he moved his hand up to play with the boy's hair softly. "Would you like it better if I was mean to you all the time? I guess I could do that, but it'd take me a while to think of ways to insult you..." He said, obviously joking. "I can't help but compliment you when you're seriously so hot, though."

Not even half as fucking gorgeous as you are. I have never gotten so much praise from one person. and I feel like I’m gonna vomit every time you do. But like in a good way?

Ew, you're so cute. Stop it. See? You should always have someone in your life who tells you how amazing of a person you are-- that way you never feel completely terrible about yourself. And yeah, I know what you mean. That's how I felt when I met Rihanna, but it was fucking perfect. Just like you.

#chat:brandon #chat

God damn it, Luke. Stop saying I’m perfect.

#he's so cute!!!!!#chat:brandon #chat

Why? It's the truth and obviously you don't realize it, so I have to tell you. That's like my job now, B. Get used to it, gorgeous.

They must be pure hell, seriously. i couldn’t imagine having them, so I refuse.