Scream ;DDDDD
Weston curled up under the Power Rangers blanket that Evan had dragged out of the closet for movie night. They sat flopped half on and half off of each other, a giant bowl of extra buttery popcorn precariously balanced somewhere in between. As the movie went on, West let his head rest on Evan’s shoulder, eventually starting to doze off after a long day at work.
“What the fuck?” Weston screamed a few moments later, pulling himself up off of the couch, the popcorn bowl launching into the air. “You jerk,” he said, but a smirk was apparent on his lips as he crawled back onto the couch, pushing Evan down beneath him. His body was taut and he couldn’t help laughing, the feeling of Evan’s fingers still singing on his pale skin.
“You want a tickle fight, I’ll give you one,” he said, leaning in to allow his finger’s access to Evan’s ribs and stomach. “You’re not getting up until you say uncle,” he said, the blanket now sliding into the floor and the two boys giggling into each other. He leaned in and kissed the other boy, fingers still manipulating his skin.
