wicked ways.

   ❝  i’d love you a lot more if you gave me more           of a leg to stand on, babe. & who knows,     what could i have to offer you, defenceless and              oh so willing here in my lap, yeah?  ❞

breathing in deeply as he let the deep timbre of kostas’ voice wash over him, aris couldn’t help the shifting of his hips, the way his head fell forward to rest on kostas’ shoulders, his breath fanning out across the other’s collarbones.

 ❝  you gonna put your money where your mouth         is, kostas? or is it just talkin’ big for you?  ❞

    ❛ well, i’m sitting on your legs, so i             could always get up? oh so                  willing, how lovely. ❜

a laugh was let out of his mouth at his first sentence. he knew aris, he knew how aris worked and it was no doubt that kostas could feel a little something underneath him. kostas lifted up aris’ chin, a smirk on his lips as he got even closer to him.  and just like that, kostas connected his lips to aris’.

     ❛ i never talk big, babe. ❜.

The childhood nickname caused the woman to cringe, her jaw locking and her eyes beginning to glow a bright green– it only happened when she was truly angry, which was often with Kostas.

     “Do not talk about my mother like that.”

Jezebel pushed against his chest, sending him back a few feet and taking a few steps forward with it. She could feel the eye twitch coming on.

     “Weak? Washed up? Hun, us Stoker’s       are far from it, so don’t even try, kay?”

all of her attempts could only make him laugh. nothing she did was intimidating to him. the boy wasn’t intimidated by anyone, especially not her.

     ❛ you’re kay-ing me? wow -- i’m so hurt        and defeated right now. but sure, i guess          believe what you want. the weak and      washed up one is only you i promise. ever       since we were kids, i thought you’d be the           one to get far. but damn, i was really           fucking wrong because here you are.               being your boring, try hard self. ❜

“Alright well I’m gonna ignore what you said. Anyway, are you taking anyone to the ball?” She’d heard similar comments before and wasn’t exactly in the mood to hear more.

    ❛ too real for you? do you really think      i’m taking anyone to the ball? because      i’m sure we all no there are no eligible            bachelors in a ten mile radius. ❜

    ❝  your games of push & pull, man. you take    cruel & up it do the next level. killin’ me a little       bit on the inside each time. ‘sides, i’m sure     i’ll scrounge up SOMETHING to give you, i’ll      find a way to take you for the ride of your life.     you’re messed, dude. totally messed. but you         know what. i accept you for who you are.     a gay man who doesn’t know how to tell the     difference between a hot man, & a hot man.  ❞

placing his hands on kostas’ hips, whereas the position was unfamiliar ground with his best friend, all it took was a cock of his head and his own smirk to have his palms sliding to lay flat against the other’s ass. if this was the direction the winds were blowing them, well who was he to argue?

  ❝  yeah? a drama queen you’d still fuck.  ❞

     ❛ but you still love me. something?        oh how i yearn to know what it is. i       mean seriously, what could aristotle      raptis have in store for me? so the hot          man man is you and the hot man                         is me. i got it. ❜

feeling aris’ hands on his ass, he threw his head back letting out a laugh. the sensation of his hands just resting there was odd to him, yet he wasn’t going to move them, he had absolutely no desire to. moving his lips to aris’ ear, his breath against his ear he whispered,

      ❛ of course i’d still fuck you.                  someone has to. ❜

Jezebel rolled her eyes, feeling the almost inevitable eye twitch that came with Kostas’ presence coming on a lot earlier than it  normally did. That’s probably because they had been apart for so long. Such good times.

     “You think you’re funny–”

Her voice was sarcastic as she turned around, an unamused look on her face like it always was.

     “It’s cute, really. As if you could       actually win. Your efforts are       greatly appreciated, really.”

rolling his eyes, he sat himself down in front of her. his face as blank and emotionless as he could make it.

    ❛ awh, hun. i am funny, thanks. oh      please, you against me? there is no       doubt i’d win. i know how you work,      jezzy. i mean, i can spot your move     from a mile away, you’re just like your     mom -- weak and washed up. ❜

a smirk formed on his lips as he took a sip from his coffee.

kcstas

   “Sup fuckface.”

Jezebel didn’t turn from her desk, a smirk appearing on her face. Of course Kostas came to see her.  And honestly? It was quite amusing.

   “Miss me too much? I      guess being an ocean     away does that to us.”

rolling his eyes, he sat himself down in front of her. his face as blank and emotionless as he could make it.

    ❛ y’know i can never stay away        from such an ugly person like        yourself for too long. it makes         me think that there’s actually         beauty in the world, but then i            remember you and those              thoughts are just gone. ❜

“…why do you know what my dick is like and how would you know if it has no taste, hm? you’re wrong, by the way. and i think this thing is a gummy worm.”

     ❛ just by looking at you, it’s pretty          easy to tell. it is a gummy worm,         a very sad choice of candy really,             but i mean to each their own. ❜