hell above;

Bubble Wrap You Up || Bailey&Dylan

Bailey shook his head, “Hey, don’t. It’s not a bad thing, I promise.” He whispered softly, giving the boy a small smile. He gasped softly as he felt his seat belt being unbuckled. The blonde quickly shifted along with him, settling himself into the older boy’s lap. He returned the kiss, just as deep as he slid his tongue along the other’s, whimpering softly into his mouth. He trailed his hands up into his hair, tangling his fingers through the slightly untamed locks of hair, completely breathless.

Dylan nodded and returned the smile. He slipped his hands into Bailey’s back pockets as they kissed, humming contently into the kiss and giving his sitting utensil a gentle squeeze. He sucked gently on Bailey’s bottom lips and then trailed his hands up the blonde’s shirt, feeling every inch of his chest with his absolutely massive hands.

Bubble Wrap You Up || Bailey&Dylan

Bailey felt his stomach bubble with jealousy, but he just smiled, forcing the jealous feeling down his throat. “Wow, that’s really cool.” He mumbled with a small laugh. Bailey returned the kiss, putting more of himself into it now, since he was more aware that it was happening. The boy slowly wrapped his arms loosely around his neck, opening his mouth to allow the older boy entrance. 

Dylan blushed softly and bit his lip. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he mumbled back and rubbed their noses together. “I know it’s not cool,” he whispered and sighed softly. Dylan smiled softly as Bailey wrapped his arms around his neck and unbuckled the boy’s seat belt, pulling him onto his lap. He slipped his tongue into Bailey’s mouth, kissing him deeply. He wanted this to be the best kiss Bailey ever had. He wanted to leave him wanting more.

“What you don’t believe I can get you in for free?”

Bubble Wrap You Up || Bailey&Dylan

Bailey nodded slowly, smiling shyly. “How many times have you kissed a guy?” He asked curiously, biting down on his lip. The boy felt his cheeks heat up for the twentieth time that night, or what seemed like the twentieth time. “Yeah? I guess I could spare another kiss.” He teased softly, nudging his nose against the older boy’s. 

“I can’t tell you that but I can tell you how many I’ve kissed,” he said and cupped his cheek with his free hand. “Which would probably be around 10 or 15,” Dylan admitted shyly, hoping the number wouldn’t make Bailey think too low of him. As Bailey rubbed their noses together, he smiled softly and kissed him again, longer this time. He held Bailey close to himself as they kissed and gently ran his tongue across his bottom lip.

Fine then tell me a better joke.

“It’s alright.” She shrugged. “Maybe you’ll get to travel there sometime! It’s not that bad for vacationing.” Cass chuckled and tilted her head. “I understand what you mean. Did you have any favorite places to go?”

“Maybe if I ever get enough money I’ll go there,” he said and smiled softly. “Hmm... favorite place... probably Mother’s... they had the best food ever. I always get grits with debris on it. But like the line to get in is usually like an hour unless you go really early.”

“Like last night, they are not like tremors. They are worse than tremors, they are these terrors. And it feels like, it’s like as if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing and...”

Cass returned her line of vision back to the boy. “I bet. I’ve only ever been to Alaska to live with family.” She shrugged. “That sounds like it was fun.”