𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤.

he leans into the kiss,  head turning to peck his cheek in return as if it’s some kind of competition when he pulls away.  a wide smiles on his lips,  dimples showing on freckled cheeks  &  his boyfriend’s antics just have him fondly rolling his eyes.  “ i wouldn’t want you to get all tripped up trying to say your own name after all. “  val teases in return,  it’s not as if he really minded,  after everything with his parents his own last name seemed more like something just aimlessly tacked onto the end.  “  nope, i still don’t recall  &  isn’t that a good thing ? “

the smile on wes’ face is genuine and bright --- something that only val ( and his kids of course ) could bring out in him. he rolls his eyes playfully and runs his hands through the curly hair that wes could never really find himself not touching ! “ you are the world’s worst tease, you know that, right ? ” wes chuckles softly, a smirk falling over his lips. “ it’s a good thing that i know how to read you well, i guess ! but that’s just from lots of practice maybe. and my secret mind - reading power. ”

that catches val off guard, the slightest flush dusting his freckled cheeks. it’s not like it’s a totally foreign concept, it’s been mentioned, albeit briefly between them. still, he can’t help the quip that leaves his lips. “ mm, that would be pretty cute. val santo does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it ? “ perhaps it’s payback or just hopefulness. “ i have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. “ he totally does.

he snorts at that in disbelief, “ i don’t believe that, santo. “  still he doesn’t put up more of a fight, fondness written all across his features as wes plays with his curls. really, he’s more than happy just to relax with him for a few moments, even if he knows reality will eventually wake them up. “ i was just waiting to bargain, baby, not trying to gain secrets. “  he reasons innocently,  a hand raised to his chest ever dramatically in mock offense.

“  you wouldn’t dare ! “  he squints at him with disbelief, the slightest smile on his lips as he watches the other. weighing his options, he doesn’t really mind learning how to play. especially considering he know how much it’d mean to him. plus, he is definitely more competitive than he lets on & the prospect of beating wes at his own game, well. he can’t pass up that chance. leaning their forehead’s together for a moment, he presses a kiss to the tip of his nose with a cheeky grin.  “ mmm,  what’s it going to take to convince you ? “

“ hmm … anything that’s not fantasy football leagues ?  “  he teases, gently knocking his shoulder back against the other’s with a soft smile. leaning into the touch, he’s more than happy to just let him play with his curls. his eyes flutter closed, long lashes brushing his freckled cheeks with a hum. one eye opens however after his boyfriend finishes, disbelief tinging his tone. “ i enjoy watching how passionate you get about it, i just don’t understand the appeal, but. “ he pauses, opening both eyes to glance at him with a quirk of his brow. “ is that a challenge ? “

he melts against him, scooting closer with a soft laugh. “ i think we have different definitions of cool,  but i’d try it.  once.  “  he resigns,  head tilting to look up at him a bit more.  it’s the least he could do with how often wes ends up listening to him ramble on about one thing or another.  “  what would you do if my team ended up beating yours ? out of total curiosity.  “   it’s not like he really plans to be able to,  but val has always had a competitive streak & after the basketball game,  well.  he can’t be blamed for trying.

                  he hums in reply to the kiss before more properly sitting up.  “  you’ve been glued to it for a week,  angel.  you’re worse than i am with hypabyssal rocks.   “   he’s teasing obviously,  if anything he finds it admirable that he’s so dedicated,  even if he doesn’t understand hardly any of it.  “ you want me to lie to you ? “ he quirks a dark brow,  brown eyes shinning with mirth.  “ what do you even do, anyways ? is this like high school gym picking who’s on your team ? “ it’s obviously he genuinely thinks that’s the extent of it, confusion etching itself on freckled features.