#barotis

[yabakuboi]

what if i wrote marmalade fanfic??? huh??? what if i wrote about that cuntly lil bank robber and the fbi agent obsessed with them? we as a society aren't doing enough and i for one can barely stand it

[you-can-just-write-stuff]

I was daydreaming on the train yesterday and this happened

Baron climbed not only onto the bed but onto Otis's lap. He'd been reading a book while Baron was getting ready for bed. Baron took it from him and placed it on the nightstand, making sure to bookmark his page first.

Otis's hands fell naturally to Baron's hips and Baron's started on Otis's biceps before moving up to his shoulders as he took in Otis's shirtless chest.

"I wanted to ask you something," Otis said, his words pulling Baron's gaze to his face. Some people would be a little nervous when someone said that to them but all he saw on Baron's face was trust and a little curiosity.

"Would you come with me?" Otis realized he was the nervous one. Baron tilted his head in question -fuck, he's adorable- with a slight furrow of the brow and a pout. "To Jamaica."

"I get to meet your mama?" Baron's smile was like the sun. "You really want me to?"

"I really do. Ever since I told her about you she keeps asking when I'm gonna bring you over. I think she's almost as obsessed with you as I am."

Otis used his forearms to pull Baron closer, wrapping his arms tight around his waist. Baron started nuzzling him and placing little kisses wherever he could. Again, adorable.

"Is that a yes then?"

Baron pulled back to look Otis in the eye when he nodded his answer, and then leaned back in to kiss him properly