close to always;

xavier huntington. 23. tattoo artist. ✪

[angeltbh-blog]

all i want for christmas is you { ♥ xangel }

It was winter time and it was cold, and that was his excuse for sneaking out of his room so that he could stealthily make his way into Xavier’s earlier than usual, making sure to lock the door so that neither of their parents walked in on them. Not like he was planning anything, just a bit of cuddling because it really, actually was freezing, and a blanket was nothing compared to a warm body. Since it was a holiday break, they could stay in bed all day, but he usually waited to go into X’s room until their parents had gone off for work. He just couldn’t wait this time, and he could tell that Xavier was still sleeping by the steady rise and fall of his chest whenever he looked down at him after turning once he locked the door, bringing a little smile to Angel’s lips. It stayed there as he lifted the blankets and climbed underneath them, snuggling up against Xavier and tucking his head beneath his jaw. He giggled as he brushed his cold nose against his neck, knowing that he ought to feel that, and he pulled back only to trace his fingers along the other boy’s jawline, speaking in hopes that it’d help in waking up. “I-It’s cold. Get up and cuddle me, p-please.”

[xxavierh]

Xavier couldn’t have not woken up with a smile on his face when it was to the feeling of a precious, petite body climbing into bed with him. What other way to wake him up could possibly exceed the greatness of this one? Well... just about every detail exactly the same, plus a platter of hot breakfast food injected somewhere into the mix (just bacon, eggs and potatoes would be fine -- really). Only a split second past before he was back to focusing on Angel rather than the hunger rumbling in his stomach, easily wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him as close as he could get. “I’m up, beautiful. Merry Christmas,” he murmured, planting a kiss to his cheek. His eyes were still weary, but they held a sparkle that spoke a million words, all of them confessing how dearly he loved Angel. His hand rubbed small circles into the small of the other boy’s back, quietly speaking up after having taken some time to admire his looks. “Did you dream of anything good?”

[angeltbh-blog]

want it all { xangel }

[angeltbh-blog]

Angel’s breath hitched audibly in his throat as he watched Xavier remove his shirt and pants, long past the times when he would have the urge to cover his eyes as if he weren’t allowed to see, but his heart still clenched in his chest at the sight as it had the first time. The other boy was always telling him how beautiful he was, but he hoped that Xavier knew just how deeply he felt the same about him. He kept quiet while he joined him on the bed, waiting for him to continue, more than willing to do whatever he would say that Angel had to do. When he finally continued, there was a little smile on his lips whenever Xavier kissed him, sliding his fingers into his curls so that he could repeat the kiss once more in a fleeting moment of boldness before doing as he said. Angel was more than tempted to touch, but instead he wiggled around until he was lying back with his head on one of the pillows, his fingers lying against his stomach over his sweater and his eyes never once leaving Xavier’s. “Okay?”

[xxavierh]

Xavier pretended not to notice Angel's reaction to when he'd taken his clothes off. There was no denying the way his heart swelled at it, but he covered that up pretty well, determined to do anything besides put himself first in this. However, he did raise his brows in shock when Angel had ducked back in and gave him another kiss. He found himself smiling at it, too, unable to help it. How was he always so precious without even trying? He gave X heart pappitations on a daily basis. "Good," he murmured in approval to the other boy, making his way to the edge of the bed so that he could open up his nightstand drawer and pull out a condom and lube. Xavier set the items on the pillow next to the one Angel was resting his head on. He then shut the drawer and made his way back over to him, kneeling beside his body. Careful fingers hooked themselves under the waistband of Angel's sweatpants and he pulled them down, glancing from where he was doing so up to Angel's face. "You're sure you're ready, right?"

[angeltbh-blog]

want it all { xangel }

[angeltbh-blog]

Angel would’ve spoken up in the silence that followed Xavier repeating his words, but all he could do was nod, his cheeks growing warmer as he fought against the urge to bury his face into the other boy’s chest until he figured out what he was trying to say. Luckily, it didn’t take long, but it didn’t lessen his embarrasment any. His words had him giggling a little at how sweet Xavier was, with the mention of rose petals and candles, and he could only pout a little before he spoke. “Just want you… wanted it to be a s-surprise.” The pout lasted for a few seconds before he beamed, unable to keep his smile hidden at being called the best gift Xavier could ever imagine, and he made a mental note to remember that so he could write it down in his diary later. Angel turned his back to him at the last thing he said, reluctantly releasing his hands as he did so, and made his way over to the bed so he could hop up onto it. “D-Do you want me to.. to take off anything, or…?”

[xxavierh]

At the mention of wanting it to be a surprise, Xavier nodded understandingly, mimicking his earlier actions of leaning down and pressing a kiss to Angel's nose. He couldn't help it, alright? The boy had a kissable nose; what was he to do besides kiss it? "S'alright," was all that he said, his eyes trained on where Angel was now making his way onto the bed. Slowly but surely, Xavier followed, though he didn't actually climb upon the bed until he'd gotten rid of his pants and shirt. "No, I don't. What I want you to do is nothing. Absolutely nothing, but..." There, he fell quiet, crawling closer to Angel's body, taking in the sight of him with eager eyes. Whether he was fully clothed, half naked or starkers, there'd always be a sight to take in when it came to Angel, one that hadn't yet failed to make his heart beat harder. "But feel. Now lay down, babe, okay? Just get comfortable," Xavier instructed, pecking him sweetly on the lips. 

[angeltbh-blog]

want it all { xangel }

[angeltbh-blog]

Angel’s eyes closed and his nose scrunched up as it was kissed, a little giggle coming from him at the sweet gesture. It made him feel better about what he’d planned to do, because he was reminded for the millionth time that day that he loved Xavier, really, truly loved him, although the nerves hadn’t dissipated any. He waited patiently until he stood up and then did the same, reaching out a hand to hold one of Xavier’s once he did, because his touch had always been something that could calm him. Angel used the time in between then and when they finally got to his room to decide how to even tell him what he was gifting him, and whenever they were finally there, he could only stare at his chest as he spoke, his nerves getting the best of him. “I… I want to g-give you me,” he glanced up to meet his eyes, finally, after saying it, gnawing at his lower lip as he waited for him to understand.

[xxavierh]

Upon entering his room, Xavier led Angel over to his bed with his hand in the other boy's. He'd been about to let it go so that he could climb onto his bed, but then he noticed Angel turning to him, clearly getting ready to speak. Patient as ever, he stared down, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing against the skin of Angel's hand. "You want to... give me you," he repeated, thinking. Of course, it only took a second for him to understand what was being implied, he just. Well. "Angel, I thought... didn't I ask you to tell me a few days beforehand so that I could get things ready? I wanted to, like. Decorate the room in rose petals and candles and..." Xavier trailed off with a sigh, smiling softly as he looked into those gorgeous blue eyes. He had to remember that this wasn't about when he wanted it or what he wanted out of it. It was all about Angel. His choice, entirely. "You're really sweet for picking today, you know. Already, you're the best gift I could ever imagine. D'you wanna get yourself comfortable on the bed, babe?"

[angeltbh-blog]

want it all { xangel }

[xxavierh]

angeltbh:

Angel was rightfully nervous, he supposed, looking up at Xavier from where they were happily cuddled up on the couch together during a time when they actually could do so since their parents were away. It was the other boy’s birthday, and he’d decided that he would give him something that was… special, to say the least. It wasn’t as if he could give him much else, really, since all he had was himself and that was all he had to offer. Xavier would be pleased, he was sure, because he’d never seemed to be disappointed in the things that Angel would give to him before. Hopefully it would be the same this time around. He got lost in his own thoughts but never tore his eyes away, only speaking up when X looked his way, cheeks flushing with the question. “Um.. c-can we go to your room? I-I wanna give you something.”

Xavier didn’t like to make much of a big deal out of his birthdays anymore. He thought of it simply as part of growing up. His dad had pushed him in the opposite direction, but by the time his twentieth birthday rolled around, everyone seemed to give in for the most part. They still gave him a couple of presents and a card and what not. No singing, though. Angel made him cupcakes last year, and that was as far as baked goods went. The cupcakes were perfection, as well, if he'd said so himself. Anyway, that was why Xavier wasn't fazed by his parents not being able to be there for the actual day of his birthday. In fact, if anything, he was excited to be spending alone time with Angel. No birthday present could top off the lovely simplicity in his presence. He guessed that was just how it was when love was of the essence. Xavier's eyes narrowed a bit in confusion at the younger boy's question, taking a few seconds to attempt to figure out what it could possibly be and quickly giving up. "Alright, babe. Sure," he answered sweetly, leaning in to peck at his nose. Xavier drew his arm away from where it'd been wrapped around Angel's waist and stood up from the couch, waiting for him to do the same so that they could walk back to his room.

[xxavierh]

paper thin { xangel }

angel: Angel's eyes were downcast, his teeth gnawing at his lower lip as he listened to Xavier continue on about wanting to know what happened to his glasses. It was obvious that he wanted an answer by his tone, and he knew that now that he was on the subject he wouldn't stop until he found out what was going on. "I... um." His hesitance was to be expected, because he'd never told anyone about it, about the people at his school who didn't particularly like him. Angel had the strongest urge to climb into Xavier's lap and tuck his head underneath his chin, just to feel like nothing else could hurt him, but he was driving and he knew that he had to tell him the truth. "I-It was just.. people. At school. T-they aren't very nice."

xavier: Xavier didn't press any further when he'd stammered again, just gave him a gentle look as if encouraging him to tell him the truth. And, well. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting exactly, but when it came out, his heart instantly sunk down to the bottom of his stomach. His good mood wasn't as quick to deteriorate, though he could feel it happening slowly, his brows falling into a confused furrow as he looked over at Angel worriedly. There were so many awful ideas of what could've happened that day swimming around in his head and they made him sick. He decided to stay quiet for the remaining couple of minutes home, though when they'd pulled up and walked into the house, he led Angel straight to his bedroom to sit down with him. "Tell me what happened, please. All of it and the names of the people involved."

[xxavierh]

angel: Angel figured that by the positive response to his greeting, he hadn’t noticed anything off and wouldn’t comment on it, but that obviously wasn’t the case whenever he was cut off the moment he opened his mouth to respond by an inquiry about his glasses. “Um… i-it was alright,” he spoke slowly, attempting to form some kind of excuse in his mind for why he didn’t have his glasses. “They broke?” he eventually went with, figuring that was as close to the truth as he wanted to admit— Xavier couldn’t know that the real reason, that the kids at school regularly chose him as their target for particularly cruel teasing and broke his glasses just because they could. “I-It’s no big deal, um.. I’ve got a-another pair at home.”

xavier: Xavier supposed that it might not have been that big of a deal-- anything could've happened to Angel's glasses for them to break-- so he wasn't /too/ worried about it instantly, just patiently awaited an explanation. When the other boy's mouth opened, though, he could tell how he was even more hesitant to speak than usual. It was that that had him suspicious within seconds, turning his head to examine Angel's eyes; his behavior. "Yeah, I kind of concluded that myself, Angel. How did they end up broken?" he pressed on, his tone of voice a bit firm. It was obvious that he wanted an answer, and a truthful one. "I know you've got another pair at home, I'm just making sure you're okay. That's my job. You should never feel like you have to hide anything from me."

[angeltbh-blog]

paper thin { xangel }

Angel wasn’t used to much contact with people, and he’d never been so glad to be leaving the school building so that he could be at home, where he wouldn’t have to bump into other students constantly because of his inability to see. It wasn’t as if he were blind, but it was a habit of his to keep his head down as he walked in the halls in which he often judged the distance of people by their feet, and… well, without his glasses, he couldn’t do that as well as he usually could. Thankfully, he was already on his way to be picked up by Xavier so he didn’t have to worry about it much. All Angel could do was blush and apologize with each person he happened to knock shoulders with, clutching his books to his chest as he made it through the crowd towards where X always parked whenever he would pick him up. Once he was finally situated in the passenger side of the car, he set his books down in his lap and embarrassingly went to push his glasses up his nose only to press his fingers to his temple, passing it off as toying with the hair of his fringe that lie there. His cheeks darkened even further at the action, hoping that Xavier hadn’t seen and somehow wouldn’t notice his lack of glasses, though he had no idea if he had or not since he hadn’t spared him a glance since he entered the car. “Hi, X,” he greeted as he secured his seat belt.

[xxavierh]

Xavier had no reason to think that it'd be anything but a normal day when he went to pick up Angel from school just as he did every other week day (sometimes more often than that, if he felt like it), so he didn't look over at Angel when he got in the car, just backed out of the school's parking lot carefully and began the drive home, smiling and nodding when he was greeted. "And how was your day, babe?" he asked, glancing over for the first time while he asked. Right away, he noticed that Angel's glasses weren't on and a confused look washed over his face, looking over again to make sure he'd seen right. "Where are your glasses? Something happen to them?"

[angeltbh-blog]

hands on me { xangel }

[angeltbh-blog]

Angel was already so close to the edge, even though he tried to fight it a little because the feeling was so unfamiliar and he had no idea what was really going on between he and Xavier (he wanted to talk about it, but with the television on and their parents mere feet away, that wasn’t exactly an option), but what really pushed him over was the voice reaching him through the significantly less important surrounding noise. The voice that told him to come, that said he wanted to feel him, that called him baby… he knew then that he never stood a chance against that along with the hand pleasuring him. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and the hand holding his blanket up fell (thankfully it stayed where it was and didn’t fall completely to reveal what they were doing) to cover Xavier’s over his crotch, coming for the first time his noises were muffled by his face now buried into his neck from when he’d moved closer. It must’ve seemed as if he was distressed by the happenings of the movie, or so he hoped, because if not then they would both be in trouble. The sounds that left his mouth would’ve had him blushing if his cheeks weren’t already flushed to the point of no return, and once he was left gasping against Xavier’s skin, he clenched his eyes shut in embarrassment and mentally asked himself what just happened.

[xxavierh]

Xavier could obviously tell when it'd hit him by the hand that was suddenly on top of his own, and the wetness he could feel in Angel's underwear, plus the pretty, pretty noises-- all he could say was that he was positive he'd loved it just as much as the other boy had. He'd finally gotten to touch him and make him come, it was needless to say that he was extremely pleased, though he was already making a mental note to do it again when they were alone, and the lights were on, so he could see and hear everything. He wasn't completely sure why he started laughing, a bit breathlessly (probably because he was in such disbelief of what'd just happened), slowly pulling his hand away from beneath Angel's and glancing down at where his head was buried into his neck in amusement. All he wanted was to kiss him. Instead, however, he found himself gently easing him off of his body so that he could stand up and fake a yawn, taking the blanket from off of Angel's lap before he began to speak. "I'm tired, guys. M'gonna go to sleep now. Night dad, night Lisa. Oh.. and goodnight, Angel," he finished, flashing a smirk in his direction and then walking off to his room with the blanket in hand, satisfied knowing that he'd have to sit there with nothing covering his lap for the rest of the movie.

[angeltbh-blog]

hands on me { xangel }

[angeltbh-blog]

Angel wondered what would’ve been occurring if their parents weren’t there, if he would’ve touched him in the first place and if he would’ve done more, like kiss him or.. well, he wasn’t sure what else. All he knew was that he wished it were possible for him to be kissed in that moment, because he longed for the feeling of Xavier’s lips on his own even if he’d only experienced it once before. There was only a fleeting moment when he thought of who else he might’ve done this with, but it wasn’t too hard to let other thoughts such as how lovely his hand felt once it was past the first layer of his pajama pants and how worryingly easy it was to forget about their parents being in the same room take precedence. The praise he was given only had him burying himself further into Xavier’s side, a sort of shameful feeling coming to him as he got harder from his low voice and his sweet words (he made a mental note, that he would most likely forget in the coming minutes, to remember that he’d called him baby). It was more intense without the extra layer of clothing, and that time his legs did close on the other boy’s hand, not really sure if he was trying to keep it there or prompt him to pull it away, but it didn’t change the whines and keens that continued to leave him.

[xxavierh]

Xavier knew that, if his earlier assumptions were correct, Angel would probably be coming pretty fast from what Xavier was doing to him. The knowledge left him with mixed feelings, because god there was nothing more that he wanted than to make him come, to feel it happening and be the reason for it all. It was something he'd imagined doing for far longer than he'd admit, and that was clear, but there was also the fact that he wanted the moments to last as long as possible, just in case this might, for some reason, be the last time he ever got to touch Angel like this. Anything was possible, and they could get caught within moments, so could he really be blamed for wanting to savor each instant of the precious sounds coming from the younger boy? Eventually, sitting there stroking him slowly through his underwear, the want to make him come prevailed, and he had a brief moment of amusement when he realized that it truly felt like he was getting the privilege to touch an angel touching Angel; he certainly sounded like one, at least. Gradually speeding up the movements of his hand, he was thankful for the intense, loud scene on the screen that made it easy for him to lean down and speak to Angel again, asking, "you gonna come for me, baby? C'mon, let me feel you." 

[angeltbh-blog]

hands on me { xangel }

[angeltbh-blog]

By the time he had his face covered by Xavier’s arm, he’d completely forgotten about anything else but the two of them on that couch. The movie wasn’t any of his concern, and his mother on the couch near theirs was nowhere on his mind. Angel had never felt anything like it before, never tried it for himself or even had the urge to, but he knew that if he had.. it wouldn’t have been as good as what the other boy could give him, was giving him. Being as close to him as he was, he heard the whispered words about him and whined, his cheeks practically burning at that point once he remembered that their parents weren’t far from them. Thankfully, he could tell that his reactions worked well with the movie’s events from the scream he heard from the TV, so they must have taken what was said to them seriously because Xavier’s hand was moving again and his noises were back. With one hand still clutching tightly to his arm and the other still holding the blanket just above his nose, he bit at the inside of his cheek to try and lessen the volume of his sounds. Angel complied with his request without even thinking about it, spreading his legs a bit because Xavier said to and blushing further at his unquestionable obedience.

[xxavierh]

It seemed like every minute that passed had him wishing that he'd have said he had to go to the bathroom and invited Angel with him, so that that way he'd have been able to say whatever he wanted to him openly, and kiss him, and the other boy wouldn't have to hide his sounds whatsoever. He couldn't take much time to curse himself for not doing so, however, because just the little noises he could barely hear now were making him slightly delirious. The fact that he could feel them, too, against his arm, made it all the more intoxicating, and so did the thought that Angel probably hadn't ever been touched before, not like how Xavier was touching him. Just the possibility that he'd never come before made him so much more determined to make it happen, desperate to have him unraveling all by the works of his hand. He didn't hesitate to take advantage of Angel's legs spreading, moving his hand away and slipping it into his bottoms instead, though not his underwear. Maybe next time. "Sound so pretty, baby," he whispered after having leant down for another moment, his hand now properly wrapped around his cock (as much as it could be through his underwear) and stroking it, still moving slowly though applying more pressure than he had before.

[angeltbh-blog]

hands on me { xangel }

[angeltbh-blog]

Just being as close as he was to the other boy complicated his breathing, an obvious sign to how insanely gone he was for him— Angel had no idea how he’d gotten that way, but it’d been like that since they met, when he was driven speechless by how handsome he was and how Xavier looked at him, even before he knew he would’ve been too shy to speak to he and his father in the first place. He never anticipated being able to act on it, however, by sharing a kiss with him before and now with the touches to his thigh. A sharp inhale accompanied the fingers moving between his legs, squirming once more as he considered what the other boy was trying to do. Angel whimpered at the unfamiliar sparks of pleasure brought to him, loudly enough to have him turning his face to bury it against Xavier’s arm and hoping that it could’ve been masked as one of fear from the movie. It wasn’t every day that he was touched there, so it took him by surprise that there was a hand grabbing at him and that feeling only intensified when he found that he wanted more of it. Maybe it was that that had his hips moving involuntarily into the touch as one of his own hands went to grip Xavier’s forearm tightly, another noise quieted against the fabric of his shirt.

[xxavierh]

He didn't have to wonder for much longer whether it was him or the movie that was coercing those cute little reactions from Angel, to his relief, because once he'd actually touched his cock, the face burying into his arm was a dead giveaway. Xavier didn't bother hiding the smirk that found its way onto his lips with the satisfaction of having such an effect on Angel, wishing that he could've just turned and began making out with him like they had that morning, but. He couldn't forget that his parents were right across from them, and he had to try to make it the least amount obvious as possible (which was why, when they both looked over upon hearing Angel's loud whimper, he gave a sympathetic look down at his covered face and whispered to them, "he's just really scared."). The words he'd spoken to them seemed to do the trick, and they quickly went back to watching the T.V., while Xavier's stilled hand went back to palming him through the pajamas, keeping his movements very slow and gentle so as to avoid overwhelming him too much (or to tease him... who was keeping tabs?). Glancing over to make sure neither of their parents were watching, he leaned down momentarily to speak into Angel's ear, murmuring, "spread your legs a little." 

[angeltbh-blog]

hands on me { xangel }

[angeltbh-blog]

It was quite ridiculous how every nerve in Angel’s body was singing at the touch, keeping his eyes focused on the TV ahead of him yet not paying attention to what was playing on it in the slightest. He supposed it was the perfect distraction, since the feeling of fear from before was replaced with feverishness and a great amount of goosebumps spreading on his skin from where the hand was placed. When Xavier squeezed his thigh, his breath caught in his throat and his grip on the blanket tightened, nodding a few moments later with his lower lip between his teeth whenever he processed the words spoken to him. Angel turned his gaze over to him when he was told that he could cuddle up to him if he wanted, his mouth opening and closing a time or two as the color in his cheeks deepened. It wasn’t as if he was paying attention to the movie much anymore, but after a while he hesitantly shifted closer anyway and ended up with his cheek pressed against the other boy’s shoulder, most of his attention still zeroed in on the palm rested on his upper thigh. He noticed when it moved higher, and it was hard to not notice his thumb rubbing along his skin, forcing a shiver out of him that he was sort of embarrassed at since he was sure that Xavier felt it from how close they were.

[xxavierh]

Xavier couldn't completely tell if he'd succeeded in distracting Angel, being that there was no way he could see inside of his head and look through his mind to see what he was paying attention to; the movie, or his hand. All he could really do was hope that it was working, despite it only being a couple of touches to his thigh. Those couple of touches could be a lot or they could only be a little-- it all depended on the person and the connection, which... with Angel, he guessed it would be the first. Basing it off of his reactions (they were quite small, but Xavier noticed them all) was difficult as well, because the ones he was showing could all easily be to the movie, that of which was now showing some scarier parts. For awhile, he didn't mind it, just continuing to stroke his thigh and stare rather blankly at the screen, occasionally glancing over at the other boy and smiling a little when he shifted closer. It didn't last long, though, and he was restless with not knowing after no more than ten minutes, getting brave enough to move his hand that last few inches to where it was in between his legs. Xavier easily distinguished the shape of his cock through the thin material of his pajama pants and ran his fingers along it slowly, palming it gently afterward.

[angeltbh-blog]

hands on me { xangel }

[angeltbh-blog]

Angel had no idea what to expect with the movie they were watching, because he’d never seen it before. It wasn’t like he willingly watched them in his free time, why would he? He would’ve much rather watched or read something that he knew wouldn’t leave him with nightmares, but at that point he really didn’t have a choice. Since his focus had been unwillingly captured by the movie, he hadn’t exactly been paying attention to the staring in his direction. Which he would’ve blushed under the attention if he knew, would’ve hid further underneath the blanket because he had no idea how to act around Xavier after their kiss. Most of all, he had no idea how to go about getting the other boy to do it again, and no idea how he would react if he succeeded. The next thing he nearly missed from being so caught up in his thoughts and his fear over the possible events that could occur on the television was the hand situating itself on his thigh, a nearly silent noise coming out of him as he jumped a little at the contact. At first, he was sure that something was out to get him, kill him, and probably skin him alive right there in front of his family, but when he realized it was Xavier he squirmed and audibly swallowed, his face heating up within moments.

[xxavierh]

Xavier had to really force himself not to burst into laughter at how Angel jumped from the harmless touch, but if he would've ended up laughing it wouldn't have been from amusement, more so endearment. There weren't any words that he knew of that could possibly do justice to how cute and adorable Angel was. Anyone else would've probably thought that he was strange or weird because of the shy tendencies he had... Xavier, however, saw it very differently. Differently as in he wanted to kiss him a couple (hundred) more times. After forcing himself not to laugh, he glanced over and gave his thigh a little squeeze before whispering, "are you gonna be alright?" just because. He couldn't stop himself, and, yes, he thought it was cute, but he didn't want Angel to be scarred for life by the movie. "You can cuddle closer to me if you want. It might help..." Xavier offered quietly, hoping that he'd take the offer for more than one reason. He wouldn't deny that he was having trouble keeping what happened that morning off of his mind, and had thought about what could've happened had it not ended so abruptly while getting himself off. Slowly, his hand moved a bit upwards on Angel's thigh, towards his crotch, but not quite there yet, his thumb rubbing along his skin through the pants he wore.

[angeltbh-blog]

hands on me { xangel }

Angel had never been a horror movie type of person. In his opinion, anything in which someone died or pain was inflicted on a person, animal, or thing, was not good to him. Not to mention all of the actual scary parts, where everyone was running and there was terror and screaming and generally things that he did not like at all, ever. He couldn’t find it in him to protest against it other than glancing between the three of them wide eyed as they discussed it, yet again cursing his inability to speak up for himself. They might have not changed their night if he spoke up, anyways, so he figured it was no use. By that night, they were all settled in the living room, he and Xavier on one loveseat and their parents on the other with blankets covering them all. The movie hadn’t even gotten to any particularly scary scenes, but he was already holding the blanket up to his nose and his heart was beating quicker than usual (if the latter was partly because of his proximity to his step-brother, well, he couldn’t help his little crush). It wasn’t his fault that they picked a movie where anything could jump out at any time and scare the daylights out of him, and he just wanted to keep himself from seeing most of it.

[xxavierh]

Xavier hadn't really thought about how Angel would feel towards the movie that he helped his parents choose, and that was mostly because he hadn't spoken up about it whatsoever when they were deciding right in front of him. However, sitting beside him then, watching him more so than the movie itself (he'd already seen this one anyhow), he could tell that he was incredibly scared, even though nothing scary had even happened yet. It was quite amusing, in his opinion, watching him stare with wide eyes as a man on the screen wrote down his schedule for the week. Sure, his two o'clock meeting was going to be interrupted by zombies, but Angel didn't know that yet. Was the possibility of the unknown truly that terrifying for him? How was he going to even live through the night being so on edge? It didn't seem like he noticed X staring, thankfully, so he could ponder about whether or not distracting him from the movie would help, and if so, how he'd do it. There was always the option of finally giving into what he'd been wanting to do for a great while and touching him, just to see how he'd respond to it. He figured that testing the waters was harmless, and tucked one of his hands beneath the blanket to rest on Angel's thigh, his gaze falling on the T.V. instead of his face.

[addywright]

toxic ♡ xavier/addy

[addywright]

Addy inhaled deeply as he stared down at Xavier on his knees in front of him, and, okay, did he really have to hollow his cheeks like that? After a moment he was forced to look away, conjuring up images in his mind of numerous other things that would ensure that he wouldn’t get hard, because he had a god-like boy on his knees in front of him about to tattoo him and that just couldn’t happen. He wondered if it was normal for guys or people to get hard before or during the tattooing proccess, and he should have googled it or something, but it wasn’t like he’d expected to have someone like X tattooing him. “Standard procedure, then? With the marker, and cream, and.. stuff?” he spoke up, no longer able to deal with the silence suffocating him.

[xxavierh]

“‘Course. Did you expect something else?" Xavier looked up, just about finishing rubbing the cream onto him. "Y’know, other than.. standard procedure?" he questioned with a quirked brow and a less than innocent glint in his eye. Before he could get anymore reckless with his behavior, he turned around and wheeled over the little stool that he usually sat on, grabbing his tattoo gun, and turning it on to test the ink on a strip of paper. "You ready?" left his mouth while he did this, glancing up at Addy for a moment or two. "I promise it won't hurt as much as you might be imagining.. it'll be over before you know it."

[addywright]

toxic ♡ xavier/addy

[addywright]

"Photographic memory, hm. That’d be nice to have," he commented lightly, purposefully glancing anywhere but the other boy’s face that just so happened to be right in front of where his legs were spread and his bare cock was. Addy didn’t suppose that being called darling helped in distracting him, nor did the way he automatically glanced down as his breath hitched at the cold marker against his heated skin. He watched with his lower lip between his teeth as he drew the penguin on his inner thigh where he’d showed him before, automatically nodding whenever he finished and looked up at him, still staring at the shape on his thigh as he cleared his throat before speaking. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s good, it looks perfect. Just like before.”

[xxavierh]

In response to the comment about his photographic memory, he simply hummed to let him know it hadn't gone ignored. "Good," he replied cheerfully, puckering his lips to blow on the marker's ink to make sure that it was dry. He may have looked up as he did this, and his cheeks may have been more hollowed out than necessary, but whatever. No one was keeping tabs, right? "Now, I've got to get this cream on you, and then we can get onto the tattoo," Xavier explained, reaching down for the bottle and taking it into his hand. He opened it carefully, and squirted a small dollop out onto two fingertips, then bringing those two fingers to where the drawing was and rubbing the cream into his skin slowly. Absentmindedly, his eyes flickered over to Addy's cock and his tongue darted out to run across his lower lip. God.