Recklessness // Hunter & Tristan
"I better be." Hunter lifted an eyebrow and put a flat palm on Tris’ chest, pushing him back onto the tree, "Don’t make me kiss you." He threatened and let go, stretching and taking off his shirt. "Oh, but Tris, you took my first boner in public, my first dirty dream about a boy, my first crush on a boy, you’ve taken a few of my firsts, and if I could have my way, we’d still make the dream team." He winked.
"You wouldn't dare." He spat back with a glare, holding in his laughter. Tristan brought his hands up to cover his face, following what Hunter went on about next. He just couldn't ever take him seriously whenever he brought this stuff up around him. "Please, stop. Just stop." He began still laughing all the while, shaking his head, cupping his ears as if he was underage. "I don't need to hear this."
