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[ "because I want to." those words are enough to make steven's heartbeat feel like a flutter, and he's suddenly feeling cery, very nervous. but he can't let wallace see that, and he certainly isn't going to back down now. he's too far into this, and above all, he wants to.

he notices the shift, and it prompts him to let go of wallace's wrists, letting him move freely but still looming over with one forearm resting on the mattress on either side of him. he doesn't rush when he feels their noses touch, instead letting his eyes fall shut. when he feels wallace's lips on the corner of his, he swears his heart skips a beat. ]

Whatever feels right.

[ he seals the agreement by capturing wallace's lower lip, nipping at it gently before moving up to offer him a fuller, chaste kiss. it's slow and soft, but he pulls away from it after only a few moments, leaving an inch of space between them to give wallace the choice on whether to continue. ]

_{[ there you go that's the kind of response he likes. way to go, stevo.
Wallace wanted him to be the one to actually start kissing like this. Blame it on the sort of arrogance that Wallace had; but he loved feeling like he deserved something; and here, right now, he felt like he needed to be lavished with affection. It all meant so much coming from Steven, who was a bit of a stickler to give it— and yet, somehow put up with how sappy Wallace could be.

His eyes closed. He's taking apart every little detail that Steven is doing and prying it apart, at first, but then decides to just relax and go with whatever.
That's when his eyes open and he's watching his companion be so close with him.

His arms open and engulf Steven, wiry fingers pressing into his expensive-as-shit clothing; who knew how much that button up shirt cost when you could find something like that at the thrift store for far more less.
His palm cups the back of Steven's head as he uses it as leverage to pull himself up again, all the while pushing Steven into another kiss.

The edge of his tongue instantly skirts across the break in his best friend's lips before he opens his mouth and takes in Steven's upper lip next.

this is gay. ]}

[ steven isn't sure if it's the kissing itself or just the pure feeling of intimacy he feels from wallace, but his chest feels tight and he finds himself wondering just how he's gone so long without this. he wants to give wallace everything he has - not as a gesture of friendship, but something a little different.

he lets himself be pushed into another kiss when he feels wallace's hands crinkling into his dress shirt. it'd have to be dry cleaned and pressed and tended to like the overpriced garment it was, but it's the furthest thing from steven's mind. instead, he focuses on his mind drawing blank and his desires taking over (for once) when wallace takes his lip, transitioning into a kiss that's decidedly less chaste than the first. it's still hesitant, as if steven is afraid he'll be pushed away again, but it's something he can't help.

this is really gay. ]

Edited 2015-01-17 13:11 (UTC)

_{[ Usually, he would be able to detect some hesitance in Steven's responses with things. They both were on a mind and emotion channel where it was easy to feel what the other was feeling or thinking. Tonight, though, Wallace was getting unsure feelings from Steven. He seemed alright and wanting of this, but also seemed scared or reluctant. Maybe he just needed a little more forcefulness...

Wallace presses Steven closer to him and meshes their lips together— tighter and more efficiently, allowing his palms to glide around the rounds of Steven's shoulders, down to his arms and moving to his sides, then slipping right around his waist. A singular finger idly drawing circles along the small of Steven's back.

He pulls back to merely make another movement in taking in Steven's lower lip next, not being quite so reluctant like Steven might be.
It was sort of awkward and ungraceful, which was odd coming from him. But it didn't matter, cause his tongue was beginning to tease again. ]}

[ fear is probably the most likely reasoning for his hesitance - fear of rejection, if you wanted to get into the nitty gritty. as good as he was with reading the patterns of wallace's decisions and reactions, he was still wishy-washy. unpredictable. capable of changing course at the drop of a hat. it's never been anything more than a slight nuisance before, but now it scares him.

but that fear is slightly alleviated when he feels wallace pressing closer, with his hands seemingly unable to find a place to rest themselves. it makes him feel safe (and above all, desired), making it easier to let go and fall into the rhythm of their duet. he doesn't mind wallace's slightly awkward forwardness - instead, he welcomes it by kissing back with vigour and keeping himself open for his partner to explore. it's when he feels his tongue teasing at his mouth that he lets out what could easily be classified as a pleasured hum, unable to hold it back. ]

_{[ Steven can probably feel Wallace's lips curve into a smile in response to the noise that his friend made. It actually makes him break the kiss and travel elsewhere, peppering a few quick kisses on his jaw and down to his throat. Wallace was a fan of skin; no matter how lovely he thought lips were.

Wallace then lies back into the pillow, his chest rising and falling as he tries to gain his breath back.
And then, light laughter before asking: ]}

Do you like it, Steven?
_{[ by his tone of voice, it was obvious he knew the answer. ]}

[ shit. he knows from the moment that the noise escapes that he's given wallace prime teasing fodder, and it makes him seize up a bit. he can feel the grin against his lips, and he knows that he's in for an earful... but it doesn't come right away. instead he feels lips pressed to his jawline and down to the sensitive hollow of his throat, and he feels himself swallowing thickly to try and maintain his (lack of) composure.

when he's staring down at wallace, he's suddenly much more conscious of himself - warm and flushed in the cheeks and breathing deeply in an attempt to get his heart rate back to normal. it doesn't seem to be helping much. ]

...Quiet, you. [ nope. definitely not helping, because he feels his cheeks getting even hotter. he can tell exactly what wallace's meaning is behind his words, and his response says more than enough about what his answer would be. ]

_{[ Even his chiding is cute, and it causes more little giggles to bubble up into Wallace's throat. He keeps them hushed the best he can, but it's evident that he's having a good time. Once he simmers down a little more, he takes another look up at his, well, partner at this rate.

His cool colored eyes that match his silvery hair, warm looking skin that has been kissed by the sun as he spent many hours in his exploration. The addition of the warm colors in his cheeks compliment the rest of his colors— he finds himself at lost for a brief moment.

His knuckles smoothly run over his cheek. ]}

Steven, you look beautiful.

_{[ A pretty high compliment coming from Wallace— Steven has probably heard him say it a lot in response to many other things, but never in such a hushed tone as he put it right now.
He's also called Steven good-looking, nice, sharp, etc— especially when introducing him to others, but never beautiful.

As much as he's been taking things with a flow tonight, he does find himself backpedaling a bit as his wrist drops to fold his arm and reside above his head on the pillow. ]}

I mean, I always thought you were nice looking. Hahaa, ah— no. You are.
_{[ —beautiful, he means.
Usually he's a suave talker, but things are a bit jumbled with him right now. ]}

[ hearing wallace praise him in such a hushed tone has steven at a loss for words. it was always a little bit hard to be humble when wallace raved about his appearances, but to be called beautiful by whom many would call an expert on beauty... it has his heart fluttering like a schoolboy in love.

but he doesn't want to be too shown up by his partner, so he smiles at him softly. time to crank up the charm meter. ]

Not as gorgeous as you, I'm sure.

[ it's topped off with a feather-light kiss to his cheek, and a hand reaching to the one above wallace's head to gently thread their fingers together. there's a fleeting silence between them, and it gives steven a moment to think. ]

What does this mean for us? [ for our relationship. ]

Thank you. I know I am—
_{[ oh noo, there is more laughing. He's partially being serious and partially being lighthearted about it; but it's enough to get him to break his gaze with Steven and tip his chin upwards, head falling to the side. He closes his eyes in peace until Steven asks a question that gets him to open his eyes halfway.

What did it mean?
The answer was obvious to the outsider. Why did Wallace bite his lip when he thought about it? Where was his go with a flow mentality he had up until now? ]} ]

I'm.. not sure.

_{[ He refuses to make eye contact with him again until he can think of a smooth response for Steven. Did he want to commit to something like this so spontaneously? No, it didn't seem right. It didn't seem romantic enough; and talking about things just made it seem too much like a business.

Dating his best friend; wasn't that sort of weird? Or was that how it was supposed to be? Had they been fooling each other all along? They had been dancing around this subject for far too long and he couldn't explain precisely what fueled his actions tonight.
Or maybe a part of him wanted to be asked out in a beautiful display— like a fairytale and tonight wasn't the right night for it.
As much as he yearned for something like that, he knew Steven was anxious about all of this, and so they should definitely talk it out. ]}

—What do you think?
_{[ again. Question with a question. Thankfully, before Steven can give a response or scold him for asking more questions, he does give his input: ]}
I think you're definitely the most important person to me right now.. and have been for some time now.

Edited (gay) 2015-01-20 03:02 (UTC)

I...

[ of course it couldn't be that easy. flawless confessions and swooning into the arms of another were reserved for pokéstar movies and romance novels, not for real life. wallace was more complicated than that - they were more complicated than that. ]

I feel the same way. I can't deny that I have feelings for you any longer... it's that simple.

[ if he were being completely honest, he felt more than that; he knows this feeling, and it isn't going to be going away any time soon. but wallace was obviously showing reservations, and that keeps him from wearing his heart on his sleeve. ]

But you're my best friend first. I want to prioritize your happiness before anything else.

[ this is about what wallace wants. steven has denied himself things before, and this would hurt if it went through like that... but if it meant ensuring the well-being of his closest friend, he would do so in a heartbeat. his voice remains unwavering and calm, in true cool-as-steel fashion. ]

_{[ Wallace feels his throat swell and he swallows. Last thing he would want to do is ruin their strong friendship that they established throughout the years. At this point, though, he thinks that no matter what, they could never be ruined. He hopes that.
With a big sigh as he mulls through his thoughts he advances closer to Steven and pulls one of his arms over his shoulders, finding a place against Steven's chest and throat for his face to fit into. ]}

Hold me close. That will make me happy tonight.
_{[ as far as a solid answer, well.
He doesn't give one. ]}

[ steven wants to believe that too, but he lives under the doctrine that nothing is set in stone. the only thing they could do was hope that whatever path they were going down would mean that they stayed close.

with wallace's face buried into his chest and their limbs intertwining, steven doesn't dare to deny his partner what he wants. ]

That I can do.

[ he smiles, rolling over so that they're both resting on their sides as opposed to steven looming over him. it gives a more ample angle to drape his own arm around wallace's middle, sighing gently. maybe sleep would come easier now. ]

_{[ YAH BOY. ]}

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we can end here or timeskip to morning whatever you wanna do bruh

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