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 He found it easy to feel at ease, but being with August, it made it all the more easier. He was enjoying himself. Groaning while shaking his head, Liam quite clearly disagreed with the puppy comment. That is until he heard the word ‘romance’. Looking up with a look of shock plastered on his face, he raised his eyebrow. “August, are you really willing to sit through a two hour plus romance movie? Because I don’t think you could handle it.” Liam’s tone was a mocking matter-of-factly one as he smirked at the other male. As he watched him near, Liam crossed his legs a little more and completely averted his gaze away. “N-No… I-I-I think it might be best if…. If you dressed again. Less of that on show, the better.” He mumbled and edged away so their skin was no longer touching, hoping that would release some of the tension he was feeling. Liam cleared his throat and attempted to rise from the bed without showing off what he was sporting downstairs before whining. “Y-You… You should go. We can uh… Can plan our date or something another day. I-I… I remembered I have something to do. Mhm.” He nodded as if there was something important in mind. “I-I’ll show you out.” Liam mumbled, heading towards the door and opening it all while trying to shield himself.

Without any hesitation, August nodded his head. “Of course I am! I’d probably do anything... if it’s for you. Except for killing someone, and a few other things.” August just shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t like romantic movies at all, he found them quite boring, but he was willing to watch it, if Liam decided to choose a romantic one. August didn’t miss how Liam crossed his legs a little more and smiled to himself, averting his gaze to give the other lad some kind of privacy. He was obviously uncomfortable, and August didn’t want to make it worse for him. “You have something to do? So suddenly?” August raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing any of Liam’s words, but he decided to go with it. “Alright,” he just said and stood up, stretching his arms over his head while looking for his shirt. “There it is.” While August was putting his shirt on again, he watched Liam head towards the door, his eyes fixed on the other male’s ass and thighs before looking up again. “Well, thanks for your time,” August said and walked after Liam, standing at the door and putting his hand on Liam’s shoulder. “I guess I’ll talk to you later then?”

It was nice to come from something that made Liam so uncomfortable, to something that made him feel so at ease with the same person. He rolled his eyes at the comment of him being a rebel. “I think it was more me being stunned awake. Though, can’t say I regret it.Oh… If you aren’t really all that interested in them, we don’t have to watch one? We could watch Marvel or something else instead, I don’t mind.” He gave a smile to show it was genuine. Honestly, he didn’t mind what the two did, as long as it was not explicit and it was together. Liam wasn’t really mentally prepared when he said ‘sure, take it off’ because the sight he was greeted with, almost made his mouth fall open in shock. He’d seen guys shirtless before and it usually had the same affect, but given the fact it was August made it ten times worse. Crossing his legs into a different position, he attempted to act casual. “S-S-So… Wha-What are the meanings for them all then?”

Even though August thought just sitting here and talking to Liam would be boring, it was nothing like that, which surprised August. August wasn’t someone who talked much, but that somehow changed with Liam. “Still a little puppy rebel in my eyes. No, I’m really okay with anything. We’ll just watch whatever you want, it could even be a romantic one,” he said hastily, trying to show Liam that he’s willing to do things for him he didn’t like. August shuffled over to Liam, leaning his back against the headboard while looking at Liam. He didn’t miss how Liam crossed his legs, a smug smile making his way onto August’s face. “You really want me to talk about every single one?” August asked and stared at Liam, his eyes flicking to Liam’s pink lips every so often. Being so close to Liam, their arms brushing and with August being half naked made the tanned male imagine many things. 

He kept his mouth shut, yet again seeing zero point in continuing an argument where he knew he was right, but would never win. He didn’t know what it was, but something about August was inviting when he wasn’t pulling advances. Letting out a chuckle and the nod of his head, he eyed the other. “I love horror movies. They never scared me, really. I can sit there eating SAW while eating. Know most the words off by heart. I think Silent Hill maybe have been one of the first movies I ever watched. My dad and his friends were horror fanatics. They thought I was asleep.” He chuckled fondly as if he were back in the moment. Liam admired the tattoo, even doing as much as bringing the other’s hand closer so he could see it better. With a cocked eyebrow, he looked at August. “You can take your shirt off, I guess.” He cleared his throat and let go of the other’s hand so he could move further up the bed, a way of turning away so August couldn’t see his facial expression of shyness yet curiousity. “How many tattoos do you have then?” He asked as he settled against the headboard. 

It would be a bad lie if August said he didn’t feel comfortale around Liam, and just sitting here, talking to him about everything and nothing was calming. He could probably do this for hours. “Wow, you’re such a little rebel, Liam. I am impressed, honestly. I watch horror movies too, but I’m not... really interested in them. The most of them are badly done, and instead of feeling creeped out, I just laugh. But I think Hostel is one of my favourite horror movies,” he said and thought about how he had watched the movie all alone in his room with the lights off. August chuckled and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it aside. He looked down at all the tattoos covering his tanned skin, shrugging his shoulders at the question. August looked at Liam and said, “I stopped counting after the tenth one.” He thumbed the gun tattoo at his hip.