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"NO????!!!" Ethan shouted, his voice reverberating back to them with the quiet of the night and campus holding no other noise as he continued to laugh out with the other. The hand on his head swiped up into his hair, brushing it back as he moved closer to Wilbur. "Holy shit, wow... you amaze me." he breathed, trying to catch up on the air he lost as he looked over the other's wet body again. His face started to warm up again as he realized how his clothes clung to the finer part of him, trying not to visibly bite his lip. "I guess we gotta get you dry now..."

Wilbur laughed even harder when Ethan shouted, not caring about the noise they were making in the night. His laughing nearly abruptly stopped at Ethan's remark. Whoa. Does Ethan even realize what he's doing? Wilbur started chuckling again, shaking his head. "That's, too much..." He went to raise his arm to wipe some more water away from his face that was dripping down, and that's when the crisp air hit him. He wrapped his arms around himself, and quickly nodded. "Y..Yeah. Good idea." He said, trying not to shiver. He waddled over to where his jacket was, at the gazebo. It really was freezing cold. His torso was taking the brunt of the cold, and it didn't help with the wet shirt clung to his chest. Without a thought, he slipped the shirt over his head and wrung it out, trying to get as much water out as possible.

The horny thoughts halted for a moment (only a moment!!) when Wilbur suddenly shivered in front of Ethan, concern mostly ringing through his head now as he felt the shiver of wind run through him too. He could only imagine how the other felt soaked to the bone right now in this weather. "Maybe we should head back to my room, get you some warm.... c-clothes.." he started to trail off in his sentence again as Wilbur took his shirt off right in front of him, unable to restrain himself this time as the horny thoughts came back at full speed, ogling him and his slim frame.

Wilbur very keenly noticed the way that Ethan trailed off as the shirt slipped over his head. He wrung out most of the water from the soaking wet shirt, and draped it over one of the railings of the gazebo. Without the extra layer it definitely felt colder, but Wilbur wanted to milk this moment. He looked over at Ethan to see him looking and turned a bit more to face him, making a show of wiping the water off of his chest and stomach. "Jeez...I really soaked myself out there, didn't I..?" He smirked a bit, shaking the last of the water off of his arms, before taking his dry jacket and pulling it on, leaving it half open, just for show. He didn't even care about the cold at this point. "You said we should head back to your room, right? It's pretty cold out here without my shirt."

Wilbur ponders the question as he's kissed. What if this is a loaded question? He's done a lot of party drugs, especially on tour. What happens if Matt isn't into that? He didn't exactly want to be dishonest with him either. As they pull away, Wilbur decides that the truth is worth it, especially if he's asking. Its Matt, anyway. "Not always weed. I've done a fair amount of other things. Shrooms, acid, coke, DMT..." He trails off a bit, wondering if he's saying too much. He awkwardly smiles.

Matt smiles at him, pinching his cheeks a little like a kid who's said something adorable. "I knew you were cool, Wilbur Soot." He coos to him and kisses him again. He could pull something out right now, a small metal pendant resting against his chest, but he was enjoying this smooth buzzy feeling right now. "I'm the only one who can get coke on Greek row, ya know."

A breath of relief escapes him as Matt dotes on him. He didn't know why he felt the need to be so nervous. Maybe it was the weed. He is about to say something, probably stupid, when Matt mentions he is the only supplier of coke on Greek row. He looks surprised for a moment, like a new opportunity has risen for him. "Wait-- really? You can get coke?" He says, too interested for his own good. "Man, its been a solid few months since I've had any."

Matt feels a jump in his chest, knowing he could always have something Wilbur wanted now. He wasn't always avaliable, or sensual, but he could always be holding. "Yeah, duh." he's great at hiding this excitement, especially in this sedated state. "I had to secure a supplier when I got here, or else i might actually make some improvements while I'm in this program." He jokes and put both hands on the side of the others face, thumbs caressing his cheeks like it was something to do, like his pretty face was a 3ds of sorts. "I bet you're a trip."

Wilbur feels an excitement rise in his chest at this new information. Not only did he know a dealer with a supplier, but he was pretty close with him. Plus, it seems like he had a new buddy to get high with. This situation was all in all turning out to be a huge win for Wilbur. "Damn, that's...really cool actually." He giggles as his face is cupped, and he leans his face into Matt's hands, enjoying the feeling of his thumbs on his cheeks. His eyes flutter open to look at Matt, smiling a stupid smile. "I bet you are too. We're gonna have to try it together at some point, yeah?"

Wilbur opens his mouth to say something, to express how much he actually did like it, before Finn is exiting the car. He scrambles himself together, turning off his car and getting out himself. He locks the vehicle and strides in after him. He stops for a moment at the notion of doing that again. He definitely would. He would do more than pick out the outfit. But Finn already knew that. "Whenever you need me, I'm around." He states, before Finn turns around to enter the building. He follows in after him, looking around and taking in the surroundings like everything was alien to him.

Finn holds a quick conversation with the front desk, them he's taking Wilbur By the wrist to lead him to where they will sit for the mani-pedis. "You don't have weird feet right?" Finn pokes fun at him as he helps the other into the chair like he was a fine you g gentleman all of the sudden. "We have to leave a bigger tip if you do."

Wilbur is lost in his own head, wondering about the mastery of doing nail art, before he's suddenly being taken for the mani-pedis. He lets Finn take him with ease, and he looks at the chair like he had never seen a contraption like that. "Weird feet? Oh dear god I hope not." He says, smiling and nodding his thanks to Finn as he's helped into the chair. "So...What do I...do...exactly..?" He asks slowly.

Finn chuckles as he looks at Wilbur and his long slender limbs looking like he was spilling out of the chair. He looks at him with a pleased smile and leans on the side of his chair. "You just lay there, pick a color and let them take care of you, lucky son of a bitch." He chuckles and pats him gently on the chest before sitting down in the chair next to him. "You'll do a color, won't you?"

Wilbur was perplexed. This all seemed like a whole lot for some paint on your nails. He looked around again, seeing the other patrons getting their nails done in various different ways, and he tilts his head. "That's it?" He says, becoming more relaxed in his seat. "Yeah, I could do that. Why get my nails done if its not with a color, right?" He smiled at Finn, before looking at his own hands to mull over what color he was going to choose.

Finn already knows he was picking a pink color and was pretty set on the shade and all. Pink was kind of his thing but also he was pretty sure Wilbur liked it on him. He was just pulling up a reference on Instagram for all the other details to make it easy. "Plenty of benefits even for a clear coat, but I agree. Go big or fuck off." It wasn't long from then that their specialists jokned them and started to fill the foot baths and set up trays of tools and lotions and such.

Wilbur felt lost, not sure where he should put his legs while they filled up the bath. He wanted to act cool, like this was a breeze for him, but this was out of his element. In his hand were swatches of various nail colors he was mulling over. As he flipped through them, he wondered what color Finn would like seeing on his hands. He was a fan of warm tones, but didn't want to be boring with any neutrals or browns. He decided on a burnt orange color, and then placed the swatches down next to him. By this point, the baths were filled, and his specialist was guiding his feet into the water. When he felt how warm the water was, he started to relax a little. "The bubbles are really cool." He said, finally looking over at Finn.

Finn doesn't notice Wilbur trying to figure things out, he had already been thought his before but was a pro at the routine now and sharing the how-to with Wilbur didn't occur to him really. He gets everything square with his tech then leans back to relax, lulling his head to the side to look at Wilbur. "I always consider that one treatment where the fish eat your skin off cause I think it might feel like this, but probably only if someone asked for me to get it done... like the whole hair thing." He shrugs.

As Finn is talking to his tech, Wilbur takes the opportunity to talk to his, not that there was much to explain. He looked back over to Finn as his face scrunches up thinking about fish eating at his feet. "I don't know if I could do that...Maybe I would, but it would need to take a lot of convincing." He jolts a bit as the technician starts scrubbing away at his feet, trying not to kick.

"There's Finn noticeably reacts to the same touch Wilbur does, but he's already zoning it out for the most part. "Theres definitely a line but there's a lot I would try just because a man is paying for it." He chuckle, looking at Wilbur from the side of his eye before letting them fall onto his phone for a few moments. "Should we get lunch after this?"

Wilbur huffed his way through the scrubbing, and now they were starting to file and clip away. He relaxed in his seat a bit, able to focus on Finn's words more. He nodded a bit, understanding the notion of being paid to do something, half wondering how far Finn would actually go if he was getting paid for it. His eyes fall down to his feet to watch the tech as they work away, and then back to Finn. "I'd be down for lunch if you are. Its been a few hours since I had breakfast. What did you have in mind? Italian or something?" He says, smirking.

Wilbur ponders the question as he's kissed. What if this is a loaded question? He's done a lot of party drugs, especially on tour. What happens if Matt isn't into that? He didn't exactly want to be dishonest with him either. As they pull away, Wilbur decides that the truth is worth it, especially if he's asking. Its Matt, anyway. "Not always weed. I've done a fair amount of other things. Shrooms, acid, coke, DMT..." He trails off a bit, wondering if he's saying too much. He awkwardly smiles.

Matt smiles at him, pinching his cheeks a little like a kid who's said something adorable. "I knew you were cool, Wilbur Soot." He coos to him and kisses him again. He could pull something out right now, a small metal pendant resting against his chest, but he was enjoying this smooth buzzy feeling right now. "I'm the only one who can get coke on Greek row, ya know."

A breath of relief escapes him as Matt dotes on him. He didn't know why he felt the need to be so nervous. Maybe it was the weed. He is about to say something, probably stupid, when Matt mentions he is the only supplier of coke on Greek row. He looks surprised for a moment, like a new opportunity has risen for him. "Wait-- really? You can get coke?" He says, too interested for his own good. "Man, its been a solid few months since I've had any."

Wilbur opens his mouth to say something, to express how much he actually did like it, before Finn is exiting the car. He scrambles himself together, turning off his car and getting out himself. He locks the vehicle and strides in after him. He stops for a moment at the notion of doing that again. He definitely would. He would do more than pick out the outfit. But Finn already knew that. "Whenever you need me, I'm around." He states, before Finn turns around to enter the building. He follows in after him, looking around and taking in the surroundings like everything was alien to him.

Finn holds a quick conversation with the front desk, them he's taking Wilbur By the wrist to lead him to where they will sit for the mani-pedis. "You don't have weird feet right?" Finn pokes fun at him as he helps the other into the chair like he was a fine you g gentleman all of the sudden. "We have to leave a bigger tip if you do."

Wilbur is lost in his own head, wondering about the mastery of doing nail art, before he's suddenly being taken for the mani-pedis. He lets Finn take him with ease, and he looks at the chair like he had never seen a contraption like that. "Weird feet? Oh dear god I hope not." He says, smiling and nodding his thanks to Finn as he's helped into the chair. "So...What do I...do...exactly..?" He asks slowly.

Finn chuckles as he looks at Wilbur and his long slender limbs looking like he was spilling out of the chair. He looks at him with a pleased smile and leans on the side of his chair. "You just lay there, pick a color and let them take care of you, lucky son of a bitch." He chuckles and pats him gently on the chest before sitting down in the chair next to him. "You'll do a color, won't you?"

Wilbur was perplexed. This all seemed like a whole lot for some paint on your nails. He looked around again, seeing the other patrons getting their nails done in various different ways, and he tilts his head. "That's it?" He says, becoming more relaxed in his seat. "Yeah, I could do that. Why get my nails done if its not with a color, right?" He smiled at Finn, before looking at his own hands to mull over what color he was going to choose.

Finn already knows he was picking a pink color and was pretty set on the shade and all. Pink was kind of his thing but also he was pretty sure Wilbur liked it on him. He was just pulling up a reference on Instagram for all the other details to make it easy. "Plenty of benefits even for a clear coat, but I agree. Go big or fuck off." It wasn't long from then that their specialists jokned them and started to fill the foot baths and set up trays of tools and lotions and such.

Wilbur felt lost, not sure where he should put his legs while they filled up the bath. He wanted to act cool, like this was a breeze for him, but this was out of his element. In his hand were swatches of various nail colors he was mulling over. As he flipped through them, he wondered what color Finn would like seeing on his hands. He was a fan of warm tones, but didn't want to be boring with any neutrals or browns. He decided on a burnt orange color, and then placed the swatches down next to him. By this point, the baths were filled, and his specialist was guiding his feet into the water. When he felt how warm the water was, he started to relax a little. "The bubbles are really cool." He said, finally looking over at Finn.

Finn doesn't notice Wilbur trying to figure things out, he had already been thought his before but was a pro at the routine now and sharing the how-to with Wilbur didn't occur to him really. He gets everything square with his tech then leans back to relax, lulling his head to the side to look at Wilbur. "I always consider that one treatment where the fish eat your skin off cause I think it might feel like this, but probably only if someone asked for me to get it done... like the whole hair thing." He shrugs.

As Finn is talking to his tech, Wilbur takes the opportunity to talk to his, not that there was much to explain. He looked back over to Finn as his face scrunches up thinking about fish eating at his feet. "I don't know if I could do that...Maybe I would, but it would need to take a lot of convincing." He jolts a bit as the technician starts scrubbing away at his feet, trying not to kick.

"NO????!!!" Ethan shouted, his voice reverberating back to them with the quiet of the night and campus holding no other noise as he continued to laugh out with the other. The hand on his head swiped up into his hair, brushing it back as he moved closer to Wilbur. "Holy shit, wow... you amaze me." he breathed, trying to catch up on the air he lost as he looked over the other's wet body again. His face started to warm up again as he realized how his clothes clung to the finer part of him, trying not to visibly bite his lip. "I guess we gotta get you dry now..."

Wilbur laughed even harder when Ethan shouted, not caring about the noise they were making in the night. His laughing nearly abruptly stopped at Ethan's remark. Whoa. Does Ethan even realize what he's doing? Wilbur started chuckling again, shaking his head. "That's, too much..." He went to raise his arm to wipe some more water away from his face that was dripping down, and that's when the crisp air hit him. He wrapped his arms around himself, and quickly nodded. "Y..Yeah. Good idea." He said, trying not to shiver. He waddled over to where his jacket was, at the gazebo. It really was freezing cold. His torso was taking the brunt of the cold, and it didn't help with the wet shirt clung to his chest. Without a thought, he slipped the shirt over his head and wrung it out, trying to get as much water out as possible.

Wilbur opens his mouth to say something, to express how much he actually did like it, before Finn is exiting the car. He scrambles himself together, turning off his car and getting out himself. He locks the vehicle and strides in after him. He stops for a moment at the notion of doing that again. He definitely would. He would do more than pick out the outfit. But Finn already knew that. "Whenever you need me, I'm around." He states, before Finn turns around to enter the building. He follows in after him, looking around and taking in the surroundings like everything was alien to him.

Finn holds a quick conversation with the front desk, them he's taking Wilbur By the wrist to lead him to where they will sit for the mani-pedis. "You don't have weird feet right?" Finn pokes fun at him as he helps the other into the chair like he was a fine you g gentleman all of the sudden. "We have to leave a bigger tip if you do."

Wilbur is lost in his own head, wondering about the mastery of doing nail art, before he's suddenly being taken for the mani-pedis. He lets Finn take him with ease, and he looks at the chair like he had never seen a contraption like that. "Weird feet? Oh dear god I hope not." He says, smiling and nodding his thanks to Finn as he's helped into the chair. "So...What do I...do...exactly..?" He asks slowly.

Finn chuckles as he looks at Wilbur and his long slender limbs looking like he was spilling out of the chair. He looks at him with a pleased smile and leans on the side of his chair. "You just lay there, pick a color and let them take care of you, lucky son of a bitch." He chuckles and pats him gently on the chest before sitting down in the chair next to him. "You'll do a color, won't you?"

Wilbur was perplexed. This all seemed like a whole lot for some paint on your nails. He looked around again, seeing the other patrons getting their nails done in various different ways, and he tilts his head. "That's it?" He says, becoming more relaxed in his seat. "Yeah, I could do that. Why get my nails done if its not with a color, right?" He smiled at Finn, before looking at his own hands to mull over what color he was going to choose.

Finn already knows he was picking a pink color and was pretty set on the shade and all. Pink was kind of his thing but also he was pretty sure Wilbur liked it on him. He was just pulling up a reference on Instagram for all the other details to make it easy. "Plenty of benefits even for a clear coat, but I agree. Go big or fuck off." It wasn't long from then that their specialists jokned them and started to fill the foot baths and set up trays of tools and lotions and such.

Wilbur felt lost, not sure where he should put his legs while they filled up the bath. He wanted to act cool, like this was a breeze for him, but this was out of his element. In his hand were swatches of various nail colors he was mulling over. As he flipped through them, he wondered what color Finn would like seeing on his hands. He was a fan of warm tones, but didn't want to be boring with any neutrals or browns. He decided on a burnt orange color, and then placed the swatches down next to him. By this point, the baths were filled, and his specialist was guiding his feet into the water. When he felt how warm the water was, he started to relax a little. "The bubbles are really cool." He said, finally looking over at Finn.

Wilbur ponders the question as he's kissed. What if this is a loaded question? He's done a lot of party drugs, especially on tour. What happens if Matt isn't into that? He didn't exactly want to be dishonest with him either. As they pull away, Wilbur decides that the truth is worth it, especially if he's asking. Its Matt, anyway. "Not always weed. I've done a fair amount of other things. Shrooms, acid, coke, DMT..." He trails off a bit, wondering if he's saying too much. He awkwardly smiles.

Ethan smiled warmly towards the other at the mention of Matt, glad to hear that some of his own friends were getting along nicely with his new one already. “I guess you haven’t met as many as I thought, but I’m happy to hear a few of those names..but I haven’t heard back from a few myself..” he blew out the smoke as he spoke, not even realizing that he had been holding the joint for too long. His brows raised suddenly and passed the paper back over to Wilbur with warmer cheeks now at the other’s grabby hands. “Sorry… that’s some really good shit, I feel chatty!”

Wilbur tilts his head at Ethan, wondering if some of his friends that disappeared were mutual friends with him, before shaking it off and watching him smoke. He giggles happily when the joint is passed back to him, waving his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it, love. This stuff makes me do some goofy shit." He smirks before taking a very deep inhale off of the joint, exhaling it, before choking on it. The joint was pretty burnt out at this point. "AUGH-- like...that...that was pretty stupid..." He says, pounding on his chest. He leans back in his seat, giggling as his high crept up further on him.

Ethan was definitely red in the face at this point, the smoking and blushing not helping his case at all in the matter. He was left just gazing at Wilbur as he took his hit from the joint, not even realizing that he was doing it and just admiring the way he managed to make coughing his lungs out look hot still. God, this boy was down pretty bad. "You're right, you do make stupid look pretty... wait..." he thought out loud to himself with a chuckle, but eyes widening slightly as he realized those words were out floating in the air now with the smoke. "I mean.... well, yeah, I do mean it.." he averted his eyes from looking at him any further and embarrassing himself, instead gazing out at the pond behind the the gazebo and at the swans. Somehow they were still awake this late at night.

Wilbur's giggling slowly came to a halt at Ethan's words, his eyes half lidded as he gazed at him. Whoa. That was the most forward Ethan has been thus far towards him. A smirk plastered itself on Wilbur's face as he continued to look at him, even after he turned away. He wanted to poke a little further, to press Ethan, but it was so adorable how easily flustered he got. Wilbur covered his mouth, giggling again. "Jeez, you're gonna make me blush.." He says, leaning a bit closer. He followed Ethan's gaze finally to the swans, watching them for a minute. The weed was making his mind fuzzy. He pointed at them, turning towards Ethan again. "They look so pettable. Like they would be so soft if you touched them."

Even with Ethan no longer looking at the other, he could feel the smirk in Wilbur’s gaze as he leaned closer, getting more flustered by the second. He almost wondered if he could feel the heat of his blush with how close he was now. “I’ve always thought about trying to pet them, but I would like to have both of my hands still…” he chuckled, deciding to risk a glance back at him. A soft smile came to his lips, gazing at his features while he had the chance to. “…What if I dared you to do it?” A playful smirk mirrored the others.

Wilbur eyed Ethan after his remark, seeing the smile on his face making his heart beat a little faster. His mouth drops open, and then he looks back to the swans, then back to him. Sure, it was cold out, the swans could bite him, but how could he back out of a dare now? Especially from Ethan? Wilbur had this dire need to impress him, to be in the throes of his attention. The strength of this weed wasn't helping his judgement either. It didn't take long for Wilbur to return a devious smile, as he slowly rose from his chair. "Yeah? Sounds like you're challenging me." He says, slowly taking off his jacket and placing it on the gazebo seat. He doesn't even let Ethan respond before he's making his way over to where the swans are swimming.

Ethan was still gazing out into the pond, the high starting to pleasantly swim through his head just as Wilbur rose from his seat. “Maybe I am..” he was fully joking, there was no way Wilbur would take that as him being serious. However his brows knitted together in confusion when he actually starting taking his jacket off, sitting up a little as he left. “Hold on, wait, Wilbur!” He whispered his name out loudly at the end, not moving from his seat in case he really was just teasing him.

Ethan started to move out from the gazebo as soon as Wilbur didn’t return, still at a distance and watching him as he attempted this stupid dare. Maybe everything would be fine, maybe the swans wouldn’t tear off his hand or maybe he’s even turn around and come back. However, in the more darker areas of the pond where he couldn’t see, is where disaster struck. He almost thought the sound was fake, like his ears were playing tricks on him because he was high. But when there was no other noise followed, not even breathing, he was immediately concerned. “WILBUR!!” he yelled as if he was drowning, quickly rushing over before the swans could get to him first.

Wilbur quickly splashes to the surface, coughing, coming to his feet. The water comes up to his hips. He takes his hands, wiping the water from his face and eyes, shaking his head to fling the water from his hair. The cold water sobered him up right away, and he's reflecting in silence for a second at the dumb decision that he just made. Did that really just happen? Did he really just fall into the cold pond in the winter months to pet some swans? He would be freezing cold, if he wasn't burning with embarrassment. He removes his hands from his face and waves at Ethan. "Gravity works..." He says awkwardly with a thumbs up as he wades out of the pond. He climbs ashore and scoots away from the pond as the swans come flapping back, honking angrily at the disturbance and craning their necks to get closer, probably to nip Wilbur. He's soaked, a wet dog if you will.

Ethan is already by the pond side, in shock of it all and way to high to really process the situation. He was just staring at the sopping wet Wilbur as he escaped the lake, offering his hand to help get him out. “Are you okay? Oh my god…” just looking at him made Ethan feel cold, only imagining how the other probably felt in this weather right now. Slowly however, the more he looked at him the situation started to really settle in his very high mind, quietly starting to giggle. “I can’t believe you actually did that… my god, are you crazy?!” He laughed, hands going on his head in disbelief of it all still.

Wilbur felt his embarrassment burn more when Ethan asked if he was okay. Yeah, physically, he was fine. But man, that was stupid of him. He nods at the question, tilting his head to get water out of his ear. "Fuck man, those rocks are more slippery than I thought..." He trails off, about to get lost in his head about the situation again, until Ethan starts giggling. Wilbur looks at him, a heat other than embarrassment flooding through him. His reaction was making him flustered. Wilbur awkwardly laughed, kicking one of the rocks on the ground a bit. "Honestly, I might be. You know anyone who took a dive into the pond to pet the swans??" He starts to laugh himself, holding his stomach.

Wilbur falls next to Matt with a giggle as he's pulled down, careful not to land on any of the snacks. He inches his way so that he's sitting directly next to him, and unwraps part of the blanket that is on his shoulder to wrap it around himself as well, so that they were both under it together. He leans in and gives Matt a kiss on the cheek. "You make me want to be incredible."

Matt already feels warm and floaty, but siting under a blanket with Wilbur in a soft lit room and junk food snacks. He feels the warmth and peace of being young. Having nowhere to be but here, nothing to worry about. "You make me..." He starts, reaching for the goldfish and opening them up to have a taste. "want to watch Kingsmen." he says with a smirk looking over at him.

Wilbur busted out laughing at the delivery of that, leaning in close to lean his head on Matt's shoulder for a second. He loved this. He loved the affection, the attention. Everything about the situation had him at peace. He stops his giggling and reaches over for the remote to his TV, turning it on. "Kingsmen eh? Lets see if I can find it..." He says, shuffling through the different streaming services on his smart TV. He finds something with the same title. "This it?" He smiles, motioning to the TV with the remote.

Matt is soaking it in, like a bubble bath. He leans into Wilbur even as he snacks and the other looks for the movie. "The one with Michael Cain, yeah." He confirms with a chuckle. "British shit, you know how it is." He rolls his head over until his mouth lays on the others shoulder and he cam bite it, then rolls it right back up.

Wilbur snorts at the British comment--he probably should've seen it coming--and he clicks to start the movie. He places the remote to the side of him, before he feels the chomp on his shoulder. He looks over at Matt, appalled. Was that a love bite? He giggles happily. "Did you just bite me?" He says, poking his side. "There's a bunch of snacks right here!"

Matt looks at him in disbelief that he'd even question the biting. Didn’t he know? Did he even like him? "We have all these snacks in the bed, I was just taking a bite." He giggles and snaps his teeth at the others face. "Am I not allowed to bite you?" He asks just before leaning down and biting at his chest through his shirt then sitting back up.

Wilbur is giggling like a madman. "I never said that! You've just never done it before. I love it." He says, leaning in to take a small bite at the other's shoulder himself. He leans back up. "You have no idea how happy I am right now." A smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle up is plastered on his face.

Matt yelps a but when he's bit, not hurt or anything, but it was just a reply to have to teeth on the skin. "I didn't say you could bite me." Matt chuckles then melts into a big goofy smile as he sees Wilbur's. "You think I'm not happy? Should I look happier?"

Wilbur giggles, putting his hand over his mouth pretending to be coy. "Oops..." He says, his heart squeezing as he sees Matt's smile. "Did I say that, darling?" He coos and leans in a bit to give Matt a peck on his cheek. "I just can't help myself."

Matt takes the kiss on his cheek with a hum, and realised he could take a take a kiss if he wanted, so he did. He took Wilbur by his side if the blanket and pulled him in closer until he brought them together on a kiss for a moment. "Are you always high?" He asks with a little spark popping off in his head.

Wilbur happily sighs into the kiss after being pulled in with ease, always finding it easy to give into affection around Matt. He raises an eyebrow at his question, and shrugs. "I'd say a decent amount of the time I am." He looked at Matt with curious eyes. "Why? What about you?"

Wilbur opens his mouth to say something, to express how much he actually did like it, before Finn is exiting the car. He scrambles himself together, turning off his car and getting out himself. He locks the vehicle and strides in after him. He stops for a moment at the notion of doing that again. He definitely would. He would do more than pick out the outfit. But Finn already knew that. "Whenever you need me, I'm around." He states, before Finn turns around to enter the building. He follows in after him, looking around and taking in the surroundings like everything was alien to him.

Finn holds a quick conversation with the front desk, them he's taking Wilbur By the wrist to lead him to where they will sit for the mani-pedis. "You don't have weird feet right?" Finn pokes fun at him as he helps the other into the chair like he was a fine you g gentleman all of the sudden. "We have to leave a bigger tip if you do."

Wilbur is lost in his own head, wondering about the mastery of doing nail art, before he's suddenly being taken for the mani-pedis. He lets Finn take him with ease, and he looks at the chair like he had never seen a contraption like that. "Weird feet? Oh dear god I hope not." He says, smiling and nodding his thanks to Finn as he's helped into the chair. "So...What do I...do...exactly..?" He asks slowly.

Finn chuckles as he looks at Wilbur and his long slender limbs looking like he was spilling out of the chair. He looks at him with a pleased smile and leans on the side of his chair. "You just lay there, pick a color and let them take care of you, lucky son of a bitch." He chuckles and pats him gently on the chest before sitting down in the chair next to him. "You'll do a color, won't you?"

Wilbur was perplexed. This all seemed like a whole lot for some paint on your nails. He looked around again, seeing the other patrons getting their nails done in various different ways, and he tilts his head. "That's it?" He says, becoming more relaxed in his seat. "Yeah, I could do that. Why get my nails done if its not with a color, right?" He smiled at Finn, before looking at his own hands to mull over what color he was going to choose.

White boy thighs.

Wilbur opens his mouth to say something, to express how much he actually did like it, before Finn is exiting the car. He scrambles himself together, turning off his car and getting out himself. He locks the vehicle and strides in after him. He stops for a moment at the notion of doing that again. He definitely would. He would do more than pick out the outfit. But Finn already knew that. "Whenever you need me, I'm around." He states, before Finn turns around to enter the building. He follows in after him, looking around and taking in the surroundings like everything was alien to him.

Finn holds a quick conversation with the front desk, them he's taking Wilbur By the wrist to lead him to where they will sit for the mani-pedis. "You don't have weird feet right?" Finn pokes fun at him as he helps the other into the chair like he was a fine you g gentleman all of the sudden. "We have to leave a bigger tip if you do."

Wilbur is lost in his own head, wondering about the mastery of doing nail art, before he's suddenly being taken for the mani-pedis. He lets Finn take him with ease, and he looks at the chair like he had never seen a contraption like that. "Weird feet? Oh dear god I hope not." He says, smiling and nodding his thanks to Finn as he's helped into the chair. "So...What do I...do...exactly..?" He asks slowly.

Wilbur falls next to Matt with a giggle as he's pulled down, careful not to land on any of the snacks. He inches his way so that he's sitting directly next to him, and unwraps part of the blanket that is on his shoulder to wrap it around himself as well, so that they were both under it together. He leans in and gives Matt a kiss on the cheek. "You make me want to be incredible."

Matt already feels warm and floaty, but siting under a blanket with Wilbur in a soft lit room and junk food snacks. He feels the warmth and peace of being young. Having nowhere to be but here, nothing to worry about. "You make me..." He starts, reaching for the goldfish and opening them up to have a taste. "want to watch Kingsmen." he says with a smirk looking over at him.

Wilbur busted out laughing at the delivery of that, leaning in close to lean his head on Matt's shoulder for a second. He loved this. He loved the affection, the attention. Everything about the situation had him at peace. He stops his giggling and reaches over for the remote to his TV, turning it on. "Kingsmen eh? Lets see if I can find it..." He says, shuffling through the different streaming services on his smart TV. He finds something with the same title. "This it?" He smiles, motioning to the TV with the remote.

Matt is soaking it in, like a bubble bath. He leans into Wilbur even as he snacks and the other looks for the movie. "The one with Michael Cain, yeah." He confirms with a chuckle. "British shit, you know how it is." He rolls his head over until his mouth lays on the others shoulder and he cam bite it, then rolls it right back up.

Wilbur snorts at the British comment--he probably should've seen it coming--and he clicks to start the movie. He places the remote to the side of him, before he feels the chomp on his shoulder. He looks over at Matt, appalled. Was that a love bite? He giggles happily. "Did you just bite me?" He says, poking his side. "There's a bunch of snacks right here!"

Matt looks at him in disbelief that he'd even question the biting. Didn’t he know? Did he even like him? "We have all these snacks in the bed, I was just taking a bite." He giggles and snaps his teeth at the others face. "Am I not allowed to bite you?" He asks just before leaning down and biting at his chest through his shirt then sitting back up.

Wilbur is giggling like a madman. "I never said that! You've just never done it before. I love it." He says, leaning in to take a small bite at the other's shoulder himself. He leans back up. "You have no idea how happy I am right now." A smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle up is plastered on his face.

Matt yelps a but when he's bit, not hurt or anything, but it was just a reply to have to teeth on the skin. "I didn't say you could bite me." Matt chuckles then melts into a big goofy smile as he sees Wilbur's. "You think I'm not happy? Should I look happier?"

Wilbur giggles, putting his hand over his mouth pretending to be coy. "Oops..." He says, his heart squeezing as he sees Matt's smile. "Did I say that, darling?" He coos and leans in a bit to give Matt a peck on his cheek. "I just can't help myself."

Wilbur falls next to Matt with a giggle as he's pulled down, careful not to land on any of the snacks. He inches his way so that he's sitting directly next to him, and unwraps part of the blanket that is on his shoulder to wrap it around himself as well, so that they were both under it together. He leans in and gives Matt a kiss on the cheek. "You make me want to be incredible."

Matt already feels warm and floaty, but siting under a blanket with Wilbur in a soft lit room and junk food snacks. He feels the warmth and peace of being young. Having nowhere to be but here, nothing to worry about. "You make me..." He starts, reaching for the goldfish and opening them up to have a taste. "want to watch Kingsmen." he says with a smirk looking over at him.

Wilbur busted out laughing at the delivery of that, leaning in close to lean his head on Matt's shoulder for a second. He loved this. He loved the affection, the attention. Everything about the situation had him at peace. He stops his giggling and reaches over for the remote to his TV, turning it on. "Kingsmen eh? Lets see if I can find it..." He says, shuffling through the different streaming services on his smart TV. He finds something with the same title. "This it?" He smiles, motioning to the TV with the remote.

Matt is soaking it in, like a bubble bath. He leans into Wilbur even as he snacks and the other looks for the movie. "The one with Michael Cain, yeah." He confirms with a chuckle. "British shit, you know how it is." He rolls his head over until his mouth lays on the others shoulder and he cam bite it, then rolls it right back up.

Wilbur snorts at the British comment--he probably should've seen it coming--and he clicks to start the movie. He places the remote to the side of him, before he feels the chomp on his shoulder. He looks over at Matt, appalled. Was that a love bite? He giggles happily. "Did you just bite me?" He says, poking his side. "There's a bunch of snacks right here!"

Matt looks at him in disbelief that he'd even question the biting. Didn’t he know? Did he even like him? "We have all these snacks in the bed, I was just taking a bite." He giggles and snaps his teeth at the others face. "Am I not allowed to bite you?" He asks just before leaning down and biting at his chest through his shirt then sitting back up.

Wilbur is giggling like a madman. "I never said that! You've just never done it before. I love it." He says, leaning in to take a small bite at the other's shoulder himself. He leans back up. "You have no idea how happy I am right now." A smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle up is plastered on his face.