liquid fire

When Lukas asked that question Freddie didn’t know what to say. He cleared his throat and looked over at his freind. “I don’t know. She just makes me smile and she just understands” He tells the male, “I know I sound like a soppy git but she’s perfect and plus she’s super hot..” He chuckles a little. “I’ve only felt like this about Hollie and we all know how that ended but I think it might be different with Sage” He tells the male.

But if he's being entirely honest, Lukas did not expect it to happen so soon. Not with Sage anyhow, nothing against her. She's beautiful, but she seems awfully aggressive, something he did not take Freddie as a kind of boy to like. "That's cheesy man," eyes rolled with a smile on his lips. "But I'm happy for ya."

He shook his head and leaned forward, pecked his lips again and sighed. “I’m sorry, Lukey. But under these circumstances- if we were- if it were a different time, I’d be ecstatic. But you- you’re gonna find someone like, a hundred times better to kiss than me, you know. You’re my best friend, I don’t want to lose or ruin that.” Alex steps closer and wraps his arms around the boy’s neck, pressing his face into Lukas’ cheek, not even noticing when a streak of blue catches on his own hair. “Please don’t be upset, Lukey. Please.”

"I'm not upset," he cooed. A slight thud smacking against his skull as the dye fumes began to dance into his nose. He now buried his face in the blonde's hair, desperate for a whiff of something else. "Just don't get Derek to beat me up all 'cause I wanted to know what I was missing out on." An inhale then an exhale, and finally Lukas shut his eyes- fingers still going steady against 'Lex's back. 

Alex didn’t say anything though, and before he knew it, Lukas’ lips were on his and Alex was kissing back. It wasn’t rough, not like it had been with Derek, but soft and gentle, and very much metaphoric of their friendship. It was then that his eyes widened and he pulled back, his head shaking softly and his arms pulling at Lukas’ hold, “I’m- I can’t- Luke, I can’t.” He squirmed free and stepped to the other side of the bathroom, his arms wrapping around his small torso, “I’m not what you want, Luke. You- I- we shouldn’t have done that.”

We shouldn't have done that hit that lad rather hard and he felt himself reel back at the words. "I- just." He glanced down at his feet, both sets of his toes wiggling about on top of the soft surface of the towels. "I'm sorry, that's all I wanted." His voice was timid, nothing like the usual boisterous, confidence filled voice he usually spoke with. "I just wanted to do- that. Kiss you."

"What’m I gonna do?" He questioned back, tugging again at his wrists before looking down, "I’m gonna hope you’ll let me go, but-." Alex leaned his head back, eyeing the boy’s blue hair with narrowed eyes, "Don’t even think about bringing that mess any closer to me. And don’t get it in my hair. I don’t wanna have to explain how my hair turned blue next Sunday at church.” A giggle lept from his mouth as he glanced back to Lukas’ eyes.

Now, it's not like the now blue haired lad wanted to take advantage of his friend. Especially not after what happened with Derek. Yet, he could just, lean in, right? He could tell him to stop if he didn't want it. Plus, it's not like Lu wanted to fuck Alex. So, with a roll of his eyes and a slight tilt of his head, Lukas tightened his grip on 'Lex's wrists and leaned, allowing their lips to brush. An exhale fell silent on the boy's mouth as he waited to see how his friend would react. 

"I didn’t mean to! Ugh, now look what you’ve done," he giggles and grabs onto Lukas’s arm, realizing then that he still had paint on his hands. “I’m gonna look like a smurf too. But hey, at least I don’t have the hair to mach, loser.” He giggled and swept some of Lukas’ hair up, getting more dye onto the glove so that he could swipe it against Lukas’ neck, “I knew blue was your color.”

Lukas led the other boy backwards until his back was flush against the wall. Then he took both of his smaller wrists in the grip of his boyish fingers and pressed them up above his head and against the wall, leaving blue marks against the white walls. The dyed hair lad then leaned in close to his friend's face and squinted his eyes at him, his breath a tad shallower than usual. "What're you gonna do now?"

"You- I bet you- no! Lukey!” A giggle burst out of his mouth as his friend found his belly button, Alex’s hand slipping from the boy’s hair right down to the side of his face, leaving a long, blue streak across Luke’s face. “Oh no.” He stood there, baffled by what had just happened for a moment, “I’m so sorry Lukas. I’m- you know my tummy is ticklish!” He giggled and went to cover his mouth, only realizing just before he had a chance to touch his face that his hand was covered in dye. Dodged that one. "We could- do not try to get me back for this, Lukey. Don’t even dare,” a teasing tone, and Alex continued to laugh at his friend’s face, “How you doin’ papa smurf?”

"You're going to regret this one, 'Lex," was all he muttered as he closed more of the space between them, still fumbling to touch him. He knew that if all else went wrong, he could simply bury his own hands in his own hair and use that- why make a mess of his own hands if he didn't need to?

He stepped up closer to the boy and between his legs, his hands instantly going to the boys hair and squeezing a bit of dye on it, massaging it in with skillful hands. He’d gotten across half of the boy’s head, managing so far to not get any on any part of Lukas’s body, aside from his head. It was then that Alex noticed Lukas looking up at him, a flush spread quickly across his cheeks, “You know,” Alex whispered, “A picture would last longer.” He looked down into the boy’s eyes and gave him a grin before going back to the boy’s hair.

Every once in a while 'Lex would pull a bit too hard on his hair and Lukas would scrunch up his nose, squint his eyes, and bite at his lower lip a bit- the face he made embarrassed him a tad, but he just couldn't find a way to prevent it. "Easy," the damp headed boy spoke, but instead of it coming out as he planned it held more of a growl-like undertone. Oops. "I just want you to dye it, not pull it out." The lad on the toilet then laughed and poked a finger at Alex's stomach. "I bet I can find your bellybutton," he teased, wiggling his finger about on his friend's stomach. 

Alex carefully pushed Lukas down onto the toilet seat and began plucking at the boy’s hair, “You know, your hair is pretty dead. You sure you really wanna color it again? I’m thinking you’re gonna half to deep condition it like… ever. And yes, of course I took precaution. You’re a mess ninety percent of the time. I’m trying to reduce the cleanup.” He grabbed for the box of hair dye and ripped it open, haphazardly scanning over the instructions before pulling out the gloves and slipping them on. “I think we’ve got to bleach this mess first, right? Are do you wanna just go straight into it?”

Lu's eyes wandered over to the box now, glancing at the color. It was a dark enough color to go over the pink which had now faded to an almost white color. "Uh," he muttered. Dead? "Just slap it on there, try not to get it behind my ears or I'll have to hurt you." Lukas shook his head a bit and laughed- he laughed for the sake of the joke and laughed to get the comment about his hair out of his head. He knew his hair was perfectly healthy and that's all that mattered. Then, once he finally cleared his mind, he looked back up at Alex and stopped. The angle in which he was looking at his friend unnerved him a bit, but not for any negative reasons.

"Why don’t you just not wear a shirt, Lu?" he unfolded his arms and walked out, carefully picking shirt up after shirt and stuffing them into the drawer. "That way, you only need to worry about your torso getting stained, rather than a good shirt?" He placed his hands on the boy’s shoulder and nodded towards the bathroom, "Besides, since I’m doing this, we already know there’s not even going to be a mess. You know how I feel about mess."

His blonde headed friend then suggested he remain shirtless and well- yeah, that actually sounded like a rather decent idea. "Is it because you're worried about my shirts?" The bare torso-ed man smiled up at his friend as he grabbed at the other's bare shoulders. "Or do you secretly want to admire me shirtless?" A laugh then passed his lips as he pushed a few free falling strands of hair out of his eyes. Lukas allowed his friend to guide him forward and into his bathroom where he then expected the towels on the ground. "You really are serious about this no mess business," another laugh as he nudged an elbow against Alex's arm.

He quickly walked down towards Lukas’ room, stepping through the door without knocking, as he’d already been told that Lukas would be gone for a bit. Alex set about throwing down a few towels onto Lukas’ bathroom floor, not wanting to stain anything by accident, and followed up by putting on some music. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, wondering how much longer it would be that his friend would be gone- could it really take this long to get a proper color? He took a seat on the closed toilet lid and scrolled through his phone, trying to pass time as much as he could.

Once it was off, Lu pulled open his dresser drawers and searched for a shirt that he wouldn't mind getting dye on. One by one, t-shirts littered his bedroom floor as he tossed a few of them out to look through others.