Game boyyy

“Well we haven’t seen one another in a while and I’ve missed you like crazy. So of course I got you a little something, and now with this amazing lot of gifts you gave me I really need to give it to you. We just need to set up a time to actually bring it all to your place. Or we can do it later today so we don’t have to do it later on.” With Ike’s eyes closed, he took the smaller man’s hand and guided him to one of the rooms of his loft, opening the door. He had the whole thing set up already but now he could fully show Ike the surprise while it was functioning. “Okay, gimme one second. Don’t peek.” He rushed over to bring the surprise to life. “So, I know you’re a hardcore gamer and all that. I’m just a regular gamer, so when a fellow dancer of mine mentioned he had all this and wanted to give it to me, I thought it best to give it to you, knowing you’ll make better use of it. I did have to upgrade a few things, but…you know one open your eyes and let me know what you think.” What Enzo had gotten for him was a brand new gaming set up. Three panel screens joined together, the best hard drive around, with a visual interior, wireless keyboard and mouse, controllers, headphones, Bluetooth speakers, the perfect gaming chair. And when turned on, the electronics had a red glow to them, while things like the controllers and the gaming wheel and the chair had the perfect ratio of black and red highlight accents. “So…what do you think?” he asked, hoping Ike would like it all.

“I’m on the brink of bad eyesight and my glasses are off cause I can’t cover my eyes with them on. You basically have me blind right now.” he laughs and follows Enzo’s lead as he guided him to where the surprise could be, he nods at his instructions further but listened to his voice and it had him completely confused at what in the gosh darn cosmos it was that it warranted Enzo’s big-time introduction like that, but then he found out why. Ike was legitimately in awe. “Why would anyone give this away?” he said in incredulity, and all he could hide behind was his own giddy laughter as he grabbed on Enzo’s arm and shook him by it. “Enzo, you’re so extravagant! Oh god, this is making my heart hurt. Are you sure you wouldn’t mind me having this?” Icarus had been shifting in his place, feet knocking together and wanting to just tumble over out of excitement, and honestly, it looked like he was holding in a number one. He could tell right away how the setup wasn’t just run-of-the-mill, the taller male really did know his stuff, and it’d be a dream to even play with such equipment. 

Laughing he lent into Ike’s side “You are a disney prince! You’re Eric from the little mermaid, and I take payment for services in hugs. You can pay me later” Smiling happily at Ike he moved away. “Want me to make some coffees while you get changed? It might settle your nerves before the meeting?”

“Whoa there!” Ike holds his hands up. “Prince Eric? That would be blasphemy on his part. Have you seen how gorgeous that handsome piece of animation is? I’m a troglodyte compared to him, I’ve had a crush on him since I was seven and I won’t stand for it.” he says playfully before hugging Elijah way too soon after he had communicated his preferred mode of payment then nodding eagerly. “Coffee sounds great, yes please.Just don’t spill it on me this time. I’ve had enough spills for one day-”

“So, you are usually… indecent?” Tristan asked, flirting a bit. Ike was boy-next-door cute and Tristan liked that a lot. Especially the other’s cute smile, that just made him sigh. He noticed the other took his sweet time to return the hug, but he didn’t mind. It felt nice. Ike felt nice to hug and cuddle, and Tristan already wanted to ask him to be his cuddle-buddy. Because cuddles and muffins were just what he needed. 

“That’s unfortunate. But hey, at least you don’t get complains from them, right?” he said with a chuckle, joking with him too. Although he hoped Ike had washed his hands before baking, he didn’t mind it, as the sweets smelled delicious. He ate a cookie and almost moaned in delight. They were so good. “Mmmm… Ike, you are my new best friend” he said in between enthusiastic munches. He laughed and grabbed a bottle of wine that was already half-empty. “I hope you don’t mind. Someone gave me this one and I actually need someone to help me finish it” he said as he opened it and poured some in a glass for Ike. “This feels fancy: Us having wine, and you telling me about meeting Pickles,” he said, chuckling as he sat next to Ike and had another cookie. “Mmmm… Ike… so good…” he said and then smiled at him. “Where did you learn how to bake so good?” he asked. “I swear to God, I could kiss you right now…”

“Well, that’s definitely one way to put it. But I guess it’s fitting. However, I only become more crass and indecent in certain particular situations, like in bed, for obvious reasons.” Ike reaches over and yanks out a cookie from the basket Tristan was holding, putting one between his lips, though the action causes him to lay down completely on the couch, head tilted back slightly as he looked at the bigger male with a playful grin in exchange for his mishap. If it was out of courtesy that Tristan was singing praises over his baking, he didn’t mind, because his reaction seemed genuine enough to be worth it. He’d have easily called his bluff if it ended up turning bad and he was going blue from the taste, luckily enough, the other enjoyed it and showed it in ways even he didn’t expect.

Icarus had to laugh at his little moans, mostly because it felt all too familiar. “You know, that’s exactly like me when I eat good food. Can’t help but moan. Sometimes, I fake sob. Or cry. it’s just overwhelming.” The sight of the wine bottle had, however, perked Icarus up and he shot straight up to sit properly once more; though the comment about him being his new best friend didn’t fall upon deaf ears. “I don’t mind. We can just drink to that then, to being new best friends and being fancy in your couch.” he shifts a little and leans his back further onto the couch, his shoulder touching Tristan’s as he turns to look at him from the side, another smile on his face. “Talent, I guess.” he supplies shortly. “I mean, you definitely could. Kisses are always nice. Who am I to say no? Would be a good way of saying thanks for all that effort.”

“Oh shit, yeah,” Enzo said with a laugh as he gathered all the pops out of Ike’s arms without breaking a sweat, carrying them over to the coffee table in the living room, setting them down and examining them. Jesus, this guy went above and beyond and he honestly didn’t have to. But he somehow managed to get them. Pops Enzo didn’t have in his collection previously. Here they were, and Enzo was feeling ecstatic about it. “Would this answer your question?” He turned to face the shorter male, hands on Ike’s waist as he moved in and planted a happy kiss on the other’s lips, to show him the appreciation for his effort and the gifts. After, he pulled back and smiled softly at his guest. “Ike…than you. You really didn’t have to, but thank you nonetheless. I love them. It’s a good thing you’re here with these because I actually have something for you too.” Enzo gave him one quick kiss as another quick thank you. “Close your eyes.”

Ike puts his hands firmly on Enzo’s chest in surprise, a gasp escaping against the other’s lips, though it wasn’t entirely unwelcome and Icarus had to chuckle at Enzo’s little stint, knowing he should have expected such a thing from the taller male. “Wait, what?” he blinks, rubbing Enzo’s chest idly as he stares at him in incredulity. “I came all the way here to give you a surprise and you give me one? Unheard of.” he laughs then clears his throat, honestly excited at the prospect of getting something in return. Not that he wanted something in return of course, but a quick and steady reward for his efforts never hurt, and Ike wouldn’t let it get by unappreciated. Following the other’s words, he closes his eyes, though the giddy smile never leaves his lips. “Okay, I’m ready. What do you have for me?”

“Yeah, he well and truly does.” The blond nodded his head in agreement with the other, smiling at him, as he spun on his stool to face him. “I’m so glad you said that.” He replied, lifting his glass up to his lips and taking a sip before sitting it back on the bar. “I’m Asher.”

Ike settles in his seat comfortably, thanking the bartender once he slides his rum and coke over, grinning over Asher’s way as he sips. “You know, I don’t usually say people suck, unless of course, with the obvious, like, when it comes to blowjobs and even then it’s not the bad kind of sucking.” he snickers. “I’m Ike, it’s nice to meet you, I’ll be your substitute friend for tonight. Won’t ditch you to get laid, I promise.”