Welcome!

J glanced over at his buddy, John, “Hey.”

The other smiled when he looked over, “Yeah?”

“Wanna go hit up a strip mall?”

“I think I want... ice cream,” the American flashed his best grin.

“Oh, I’ll give you some ice cream alright,” J laughed along, straightening up from leaning on the fridge.

The room diverted into little groups, some going for games and others looking at their phones or discussing more plans.

Two hours, that’s all they needed alone together.

John pulled the other by his button-up shirt into the next room, empty aside from a few stragglers.

Evan and Tyler were busy with tossing ideas between each other, Craig eyeing them like a forgotten cat, and Scotty teasingly sitting on Marcel’s lap to distract him from a game.

Seemed normal enough, J shrugged.

They made their way for the door, hands latching on once they were out of sight.

John smiled, looking through his phone as J led him out the door and towards the road.

“Call an uber, Johhhn.”

“Nah, we’re gonna walk.”

J glanced over, eyeing his boyfriend’s phone, “What?”

“It’s not that far away,” John smiled, “they serve ice cream and coffee.”

J grinned even more, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

The two kept a tight grip on one another, not losing one another and not wishing to.

The road kept going, the Canadian growing a little tired and a whole lot lazy.

He leaned his head on John’s shoulder, even as it bobbled while they walked, and he spoke in a soft, tired voice, “Is it gonna be worth it?”

Pre-determined Hours: <H2OMini moment>

The early bird was, in fact, not Brock. It had never been brock, at least not when it came to school days.

Surprisingly, it was all Craig and his roomie Jonathan. One extremely exhausted American and a coffee-obsessed Brit.

Though, having a coffee obsession worked out extremely well due to the grumpy yet dozy sleepiness of his companion.

The American would slip from the covers, his arms grazing the other as he pulled away and up.

The Brit would be biting him, not just his neck and jawline, but his ears, his shoulder, his chest, and his whole upper body, just to wake him up.

It would arouse the other from their slumber and make him bat his arm at the other with a groan, “Five more minutes.”

“You said that five minutes ago, love,” Craig grinned, nipping at Jon’s neck before moving lower behind him.

The other flushed and pulled away, batting at Craig’s chest with a huff, “I’m up!! I’m up!”

Craig would innocently glance up from his cozy spot on the bed, already dressed and freshly scented from his shower, hair a little damp yet a little fluffy.

“I hate you,” the American yawned before rubbing the sleep from his eyes and heading for the bathroom.

“Thirty minutes, pretty boy, we’ve got some coffee to catch!”

Ride Me There?: <Wildnoglariser moment>

The Irish Fucks would hop in his lovely crimson corvette, David up front and Brian in the back.

The straightest one would huff and cross his arms, nearly falling asleep against Tyler’s car seat.

The gayest one would make a few jokes here and there, slouching forward over the middle armrests of the front before planting a few kisses on Tyler’s neck and jawline.

Tyler would swat at his hands, or his face for better efficient measures, and complain that he was trying to drive.

“Why don’t ya ride me t’ere, Tyler?”

The American flushed and glanced back just in time to catch that shit-eating grin on Brian’s face.

“Oh, you are so fuckin’ lucky I’m driving, Brian, you fuckin’ asshole.”

“What are ya gonna do? Fuck me?”

Tyler fumbled for words while David snickered in the seat behind him.

“Shut t’e fuck up, Brian.”

The HouseWife?: <H2OVanToonz moment>

Jonathan huffed as he entered their small apartment, glancing at the mess the two had made.

More like what Luke and Ohm had created from their gaming, but Evan with his constant food and pizza.

He shoved past the two of them at the door, asking where Ohm and Bryce were, before starting in the kitchen.

Luke followed him, “Bryce and Ohm went on a date an hour ago. They’re taking the night off from homework and projects. They already did their chores though.”

“Lazy bitches,” Jon grumbled, glancing over the mess of the kitchen area.

“I’ll help,” Evan offered with a smile, perking up from behind Luke.

Luke glanced over and wrapped an arm around his waist, “Why not let our little housewife do everything for us? Besides, you get too distracted by his ass half the time.”

Jon flushed and glared harshly at him, “You guys are lucky I fucking love ya.”

Moaning on habit: <H2Ohmvantoonz moment>

The four had a favorite hang out spot, one that was always clean and yet so full of things.

The mall, obviously.

Jon loved riding on Luke’s shoulders, holding Evan’s hand and watching Ryan glance through the windows, his and Luke’s hands locked together.

They traveled like this often, even with their much larger group of boyfriends and bitches.

Because of Ryan’s usual family, household, and life growing up, they loved spoiling him the most.

Even the minor gifts and smallest objects made him tear up and furiously blush on the spot.

Exploring a few stores as well had left the group feeling determined, the male’s face full of cheeky grins and snorts.

Jon held up a large shirt, one much large than Ohm and yet so adorable to imagine on him.

He had slid off Luke’s shoulders before, grabbing the shirt and bustling towards Ryan in a heartbeat.

He held it up for the group to look at, the hood with bunny ears attached nearly hit him in the face.

He seemed like such an awkward yet excited child at that moment.

Ryan hesitated, taking the shirt and holding it against his chest.

A giant fond smile overtook his face and he glanced up, mostly fond smiles his way.

He went to the dressing room to try it on, returning in minutes to show it off.

The three stepped up immediately, inspecting it on their adorable slightly short boyfriend.

Luke towered over all three of them, his hands gripping Ryan’s shoulder and hip to turn him towards him.

A small whimper escaped the other, cheeks flushing red when the other gaped at him.

Luke glanced at the other two momentarily before grinning, “I think we should buy it and get home, yeah?”

The quilt dragged behind him, slipping across the floor, fluffy blanket propped up on top of it and over his head like a mysterious cape.

He was tired, and really cold, and about ready to simply walk back to his room before the door slipped open.

An equally tired, and cold, Irishman stepped into the doorway, looking Brian up and down before smiling, “Hey”

Brian felt his cheeks rush red, eyes drifting to the floor before he huffed and shivered.

“Ye couldn’t sleep eit’er, eh?”

Brian nodded, glancing back up, “I was wonderin’ if ya wanted to share uh... body heat?”

The other Irishman just shrugged, creaking his door open and stepping aside, hand still propped across the doorway but arm raised a bit upwards for Brian to fit right through.

Due to their height differences, Brian slipped beneath his arm with a small fond smile, muttering a quick, ‘T’anks’, before glancing at David.

“Usually ya don’t like t’e gay stuff.”

David shrugged, “I’m freezing mah balls off, just climb in already.”

Brian followed his command and slid into his bed, the warmth hitting him like a rocket from Nasa.

He hummed and gratefully curled into David’s warm sheets, his own blankets piling over David’s small collection.

“Ya gonna make everyt’in’ hot, Brian,” David chided but he grinned nonetheless, slipping in beside the other and sliding up close.

Brian was vaguely confused, eyeing the other to find him glancing at his lips and neck.

“David? Are ya okay?”

The other male seemed to ponder for a moment before raising his eyes to meet his gaze.

Brian felt his face flush as the other leaned up.

He went to move up as well but within moments, the other Irish man was on him.

Their fingers gripping each other like no tomorrow, lips perked and faces tilted.

Neither knew how they got here, but the warmth radiating from one another kept it moving.

At least until Brian slipped his tongue out, a small whimper falling from his lips.

David pulled away, the man beneath him close to panic as he leaned up to apologize or run away.

Brian’s mouth was closed instantly, a hand reaching down to slip into his shirt, cold fingertips dancing on his porcelain skin.

David bit Brian’s bottom lip, pulling away and trailing peppered kisses on his jawline and neck.

His tongue slipped out to slide along Brian’s collarbone, the male rutting up against the other desperately.

“D-David-!”