Everything is Changing

Once Archer’s shirt was off Hawke started to take off his own clothes. He was down to his underwear when he started to kiss the other again. His lips made their way from Archer’s lips to his neck where he began to nip lightly at the skin there. He almost broke his own no talking rule to instruct the other boy to strip, but he caught himself just in time. Instead he worked to undo the fasten of his jeans. 

Aaliyah: Don’t be a pushover

Archer: I guess that’s not that bad of a thing. Archer: I bet they will too. Archer: It is a problem, but I don’t know how to stop. Archer: Easier said than done.

The kiss on his cheek was a little surprising, but Hawke easily accepted it. He didn’t return it however, in his mind their hookup was a one time thing and it was best not to dwell on it. “Thanks,” he chuckled. Archer’s awkwardness made him feel more at ease, oddly enough. “I ordered a pizza which I wasn’t planning on sharing, but you want a piece?” 

Archer relaxed slightly when the other seemed to brush off his awkward actions, forcing himself to take a deep breath to try and stop his panic. “That’s nice of you. I’d love some, if you don’t mind sharing with me. If we get something from pizzapizza you should get chicken bites. I’ll pay for everything, since it’s your birthday and I wasn’t sure what else you would want as a gift,” he rambled on, looking anywhere but at the boy that he was talking to.

“… I’d probably say uh, Oedipus… And not because it’s the only play I’ve read.”

“I guess he was kind of like, the real original tragic hero, so I guess he would be a good bet.”

THISS IS SO FUNNY TO ME

He shrugged, sitting down next to Archer and pulling out his keys, swinging them around on his finger. “It’s good. What are we workin’ on anyways?”

“Who fits the criteria of the tragic hero the best? The choices are Hamlet, King Lear, or Oedipus Rex. We have to do a powerpoint and present it in front of the class as our last assignment. I think that it should be relatively easy.”

“You’re the first to arrive,” Hawke said as he opened up the door for the other. “And probably the last.” He muttered the last part to himself, shuffling farther inside his house. There was definitely something bothering him, but he’d never share that it was the fact that his mom was too busy to even wish him a happy birthday. So much for a fun party.

“Oh...” Was all Archer could muster as he walked in, not sure what the etiquette for this situation was. Would kissing Hawke be inappropriate, or would it be fine seeing as they had kissed before? Archer dumbly leaned in anyways and pressed his lips to Hawke’s cheek before immediately pulling away in a panic and spewing out the first thing that came to mind, “I like your house!”