#ft.khai

Aaron Aaron had had a rough couple of days. Obviously, he had a shitty New Year’s Eve. Then on top of that, he was trying to help Alison deal with the fact that her boyfriend had gone AWOL. he’d taken the kids for the weekend because Alison could barely take care of herself. So now he was anxious about Quentin, Alison, the kids, and for some reason he was also anxious about Roman. He wasn’t exactly sure why either. Aaron had just put the twins down for bed when Quentin texted him to tell him that he was in his way. He’d texted back and told him to use his key to come in and up to Destiny’s room because he’d be putting Des down still when he got there. He was in the middle of reading her the Princess and the Frog when he heard Quentin walking down the hall. “In here.” He said, not too loudly because Destiny was already half asleep in her father’s arms. He was nervous to see Quentin. He was nervous for whatever conversation they were about to have. What was he going to tell him? He was terrified that he was going to chose Roman over him. Seeing both men that he cared about deeply together...that would hurt the most. Aaron hadn’t been this nervous since he’s found out that Alison was pregnant. He tried to keep his hands as still as possible as he flipped the pages of the picture book, but the book was still quaking in his hands.

Quentin. To be honest, Quentin was kind of dreading whatever was about to happen tonight. It seemed like all he could think about nonstop since nye was Aaron and Roman. He felt so torn, and it wasn’t unlike him to just drop and run from these types of situations. Instead, he was walking down the lightly lit hallway of Aaron’s penthouse. Heading straight for the bedroom of the man he fell in love withs daughter. He could feel his heart pounding relentlessly against his chest, and he took a deep breath in. Stopping in the doorway as he peered through the crack. Pushing the door open just enough so that Aaron could see him and he could take in the vision of this beautiful man holding his tiny creation. She was literal proof of how much Aaron could love and it almost made his eyes tear up. What did he do? How could he have let this gigantic mess happen? He didn’t want to choose between these two men. But in his head that was the only rational answer here. “Hey” he whispered softly. “Do you want me to wait downstairs?” he asked. His breath shaky as he whispered, but he hoped Aaron could understand him.

Aaron Aaron wasn't the only one to hear Quentin walk into the room. Des' head popped up slightly when she heard the musician walk into the room. Aaron the same time, Aaron peered up at Quentin and nearly forgot to breathe when he walked in. Fuck. Although he was smiling, he was still nervous about the conversation to come. He just couldn't help but smile when he saw that face. Aaron opened his mouth to speak, but Des beat him to it. "Quenny..." She said sheepishly. "Can you sing me a bed time song?" She said in her tiny voice. Aaron looked down at Des as she spoke, then his blue eyes flickered to the other male in the room. He shook his head when he asked him if he should wait, then waved him into the room to sit down next to him. "I'm sure he'd love to, but you have to lay down and close your eyes." He told her, helping her get under the covers. He put a hand on Des' head to gently rub her little blonde head. Raising his brow jokingly, he looked over at Quentin with an anticipating look.

Quentin. It was impossible not to smile when Destiny’s little head popped up and called out for him. It made him feel all types of emotional, but how could he say no to such a perfect little angel. His eyes shifted over to Aaron and their blue eyes met as he waved him to come in. His heart pounding even harder now as he walked over to take a seat beside his lover. “Of course I’ll sing to you” he nodded slowly. The warmth of Aaron’s body sitting next to him making it nearly impossible for him to think up any lyrics. But he sure as hell would try. He reached out and placed his hand on top of Aaron’s on Des’ head and smiled over to him. “When the lights go down in the city...” he began to sing softly. His voice still shaky with nerves as his eyes shifted from Aaron and over to the little girl. “And the sun shines on the baaaay. Oh, I want to be there-  in my city. Ooh, ooh. Oh, ooh, oooooh.” He stopped singing and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he removed his hand from Des’ head. “I don’t remember the rest of the words” he said softly. His eyes shifting down to the floor as he shook his head. “I’m sorry” he whispered. Clearing his throat quietly before softly singing the words to Love me like you do all the way through. His eyes shifting back over to Aaron as he finished before standing back up and leaning over Des to kiss her forehead.

Aaron Quentin was making it hard for Aaron to not fall more and more in love with him. He smiled widely at Quentin, completely paying attention to him while he sang. He nearly would have forgotten Des was in the room if his hand wasn't on top of his head. And feeling how Q's hand felt on top of his...this was the perfect moment. His daughter and the man he loved both in one room with him having one of the sweetest moments ever. He chuckled airily when Q said he forgot the words. Aaron pressed his lips together to try and hide an even bigger smile that was slowly starting to creep across his face. That was Quentin's song to Aaron, and he knew exactly what Quentin was doing when he started singing that song. Aaron. Loved. This. Man. So much. And he was so god damn gorgeous, but that was really just the cherry on top. There were so many amazing things about Quentin, no wonder Aaron was head over heals for him. He heard Des' breath get heavy right before Quentin finished the song. He gave Des a kiss after Q did then lead the silently out of the room. Now it was time to get serious. "Do you...um...want a drink?" He asked, unsure of where to go from here. The ball was completely in Q's court.

Quentin. Moments like these, with Aaron. They only made Quentin fall in love with  him even more. It was hard for them not to when he could see so very clearly how protective, loving, and caring this man was. He knew exactly why he loved Aaron, why his heart couldn’t let go. But he also loved Roman. He was so madly in love with Roman. If he could literally cut himself in half and have them both he totally would without any hesitation. Hell, he’d do it even now and just let himself bleed out all over the floor for them both. That would be easier than ever having to choose. It was almost like he went into his own little world in his head for a moment as Aaron lead them out of the room. The sound of the business man’s voice pulling him from his thoughts as he shifted his eyes to lock on Aaron’s baby blues. “Uh... no, I’m good” he replied, still obviously contemplating in his head. “Actually...” he breathed out as he placed his hands on Aaron’s shoulders. “I just want to kiss you.” He pushed the business man’s back against the wall and pressed his entire body weight into his. His eyes closing as their lips brushed just barely together. “Tell me you love me” he asked with such a soft undertone. His heart pounding relentlessly as he waited to hear those three little words.

Aaron Okay...so maybe they weren't going to talk. Of course, Aaron was more than okay with that. He had been waiting to kiss Quentin again since he left him on the rooftop on New Year's Eve. His breath hitched when Q practically pinned him against the wall. The reality star's hands immediately reach up to cup his cheeks to try and bring their lips closer together. But Aaron paused when Quentin asked him to tell him that he loved him. He smiled contently as his heart started feeling so god damn full. He sighed with content before he whispered. "I love you." He eyelids fluttered closed as he pressed their lips together softly. He hummed softly on his lips as he kissed him sweetly and lovingly. "Mmm...fuck...I love you so much." He whispered, smiling softly before kissing him gently again. He just wanted to keep repeating it because he had been holding it in for so long. It felt amazing to say. And it right so fucking right too. Part of him wanted to scream it from the rooftops and part of him wanted to whisper it tenderly in Quentin's ear all night.

Quentin. Did they need to talk? Yeah, they probably did. But there was no way Quentin would have been able to get through any kind of talk without feeling Aaron’s lips on his first. He needed this moment, probably even more than he initially thoughts. Just hearing those words fall from the business man’s lips, without any hesitation, and without the loud distractions of the city. It was breathtaking, and that kiss to follow. God! He couldn’t even remember he needed to breath. A deep breathy sigh passing his lips as he practically gasped for air when Aaron pulled back to speak again. “I love you too. God, I love you so fucking much” he whispered back. Pressing his forehead against his lovers as he just melted into the moment for few seconds. His heart feeling so full he could swear it was literally about to pop. “Aaron...” he finally spoke again. His eyes shifting to meet his lovers without pulling his head back from his at all. “Can we go to your room? I wanna tell you everything. Just not here.”

Aaron Those words sounded to sweet coming out of Quentin's mouth. It just felt so right. And he was so fucking happy. He hadn't felt the happiness he was feeling in this moment in such a long time. Their embrace was so perfect. It was a long time coming too. Aaron just wanted to bask in it forever, but he knew Quentin was right. They had a lot to talk about, and honestly Aaron wanted answers about what happened a couple nights before. He sunk into his for a few moments more before finally letting out a sigh and nodding. "Yeah..." He whispered. He laced his finger's through his lover's hand and pulled him all the way down the hall and into the mater bed room. He rested his back against the board and pulled Q down so that he was sitting between his legs and resting his head against the millionaire's chest. The perfect angle for Aaron to play with Q's hair. "What happened, Q?" He asked, gently stroking the other male's thick locks.

Quentin. Standing with Aaron in the hallway, wrapped in each other’s arms. It felt like such a safe place. One that he didn’t ever want to come out of. It was like nothing could hurt them as long as they were holding onto one another like this. It felt right. But when Aaron agreed and pulled away from him to lead him down the hallway. He could feel that anxiety of hurting him starting to consume him all over again. Thank God Aaron decided to pull him back in when they finally sat down. Because he really felt like he might have just turned around and ran away. He wished so hard that he was taught how to deal with these emotions while growing up. But he really was trying. He was holding onto Aaron so tight now, as he laid his head on his chest. The sound of his lovers heartbeat and the scent of his skin calming him in a way he never could have expected. “I...   I wasn’t expecting any of that. What you said, and how I reacted. I think it made the situation a whole lot worse that I didn’t. Expect it, you know?” He could feel his eyes stinging with tears, as his fingers played with the hem of the business man’s shirt. “My birth parents. When I was five. We spent New Year’s Eve together. The last thing I really remember is them telling me they loved me before I watched them get murdered.” This was probably the first time he actually said those words out loud to anyone. Most people he told through text, or didn’t tell at all. But this was all part of the issue. He didn’t wanna leave anything out, and Aaron deserved the truth. “I guess.. when you said you loved me, and hearing all the loud noises. It just kinda triggered me. I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before. I was just so convinced you didn’t want me like that. That you couldn’t possibly love me, ya know?” He took a deep shaky breath and then closed his eyes as he sniffed. “Then..” he started to actually back track a bit.  “I was with Roman. After his breath up with Khai... and he told me he was in love with me, I always knew I loved him too. But this was different. We made love.”  He stopped talking and brought his hand up to wipe at his tears. Trying to take a few calming breaths as he waited for Aaron to react.

Aaron Aaron took several deep breaths as he listened intently to Quentin's story. His heart ached for the other male. He knew Quentin had been through a lot of shit, and he now realized that the night his parents died was the night it must have all started. Quentin had been through immense trauma and Aaron finally understood why Quentin reacted the way he did on New Year's Eve. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Quentin. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It would have made this a lot less stressful for all of us." And by all of us...he met Roman, Quentin and Aaron. All three of them. They were all confused by their feelings for each other....and this entire situation was messy. Maybe if Aaron would just honest from the start, things wouldn't have become so confusing. "I do love you. I've loved you for a while now. If I were honest from you from the start, I wouldn't have triggered you. Thank you for telling me though." His heart ached at the fact that Aaron had triggered the man he loved.  How could he do that to him? He didn't know, but Aaron still felt like it was somehow his fault. The next thing Aaron said made him feel oddly jealous...he wasn't sure who he was jealous of though. Another part of him also found that picturing Roman and Quentin making love to be hot as fuck. God, if things weren't confusing already. The businessman continued to stroke his hair. "I can't exactly blame you for being in love with Roman." He admitted with a tiny sigh. He looked down at the top of Q's head. "What are we going to do about this, Q?" He asked because he genuinely did not know the answer. Aaron wanted Quentin, but he didn't want to stop seeing Roman. And he sure as hell didn't want to come between them either. "I'm really confused." He whispered.

Quentin. Hearing Aaron apologize, he just closed his eyes tighter. He hated that he felt like this was somehow his fault. It wasn’t his fault at all. Quentin had a lot of demons in his life. Some he might never actually voice out loud. But this definitely wasn’t Aaron’s fault. “Babe... it’s not your fault. Things happen, and sometimes they don’t happen like we hope they will. But, you telling me you love me. That was perfect. I wanted to hear you say those words for so long” he admitted. Finally opening his eyes and looking up at his lover when he said he couldn’t blame him for loving Roman and that he was confused. What was that supposed to mean? It didn’t really matter though seeing how he did love the man. It showed in his eyes when he looked up at Aaron even now. “Aaron... we want to be together. He makes me feel so..” he stopped talking and looked back down at the hem of the business man’s shirt again and shook his head. “I don’t want you to think I don’t love you. I do love you, I’ve been in love with you for a while now. But, when you shut me down. I had to let go, I’ve been trying to let go” he admitted with another sniffle. “Things with him are just so raw, ya know? they’re intense, and rare. It’s just like, I don’t ever have to compete for him, and he loves me so hard.” He pulled out of Aaron’s arms and turned slightly to face him more directly. “Aaron, I love you. I really do, and I believe that you love me. I know you’d never hurt me and I trust you. But I’m scared. I’m so confused and scared right now, and I know you like being single. I just wish I had the answers, that I could have you both. But I can’t.”

Aaron Aaron looked down at Quentin as he spoke, smiling softly at first. It quickly faded, though, when Quentin told him that he wanted to be with Roman. He felt like he could cry right then and there. If only he was honest with himself and Quentin earlier. He was mad. Not at the Quentin. How could he be? He was mad at himself. In fact, he was furious with himself. Aaron rolled out from under  Quentin and turned away from him, his legs dangling over the side of his bed. His throat tightened and he squeezed his eyes shut. He literally hurt all over. "Are things with us not raw? Are they not so real and special? I've been loving you with all I've got, even if we both didn't know it at the time." He admitted with a little bitterness in his voice. Quentin was right...he liked being single. But what he really liked about being single was being able to have sex with no strings attached. There were so many strings here, and Aaron knew he would be a fool to ignore something like that again. "I like being single, but I love you. I want you. I'm fucking so sorry it took my fucked up brain to realized that." He paused for a moment as he thought. "Why...why can't you have use both?" He asked, finally turning to face him again.

Quentin. When Aaron pulled himself out from under him, he could literally feel his heart break. God! The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Aaron like this. The pain was so fucking intense, it made him actually place a hand over his chest. He felt like he couldn’t even speak as his eyes scanned every painful detail of the business man’s expression. “No..” he choked out, moving to his knees on the floor directly in front of his lover before more tears fell. “That’s not what I meant. Aaron.. stop.   No” he almost demanded for him to clear those thoughts from his head. “It is raw, we are raw. We’re intense, and intimate, and real. It’s always been real. Even when you wouldn’t say it, I could feel it. We have a connection. You and I. We have this...” he aggressively reached out and griped on to Aaron’s shirt over his heart. “I don’t know why not. I don’t know..” It was clear Quentin was becoming overwhelmed again and there was a slight panic burning through his eyes. “I love you both. I’m in love with you both. I just...” he let go of Aaron’s shirt and leaned back sitting on his butt and wrapping his arms around his legs. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t not be with him, Aaron. And I can’t not be with you either.  I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t wanna lose either of you. But can you honestly say that you would be okay with me being with him. That you would be happy with just me? Would that be enough? Am I enough?”

Aaron Aaron absolutely lost it when Quentin grabbed her shirt over his rapidly beating heart. He squeezed his eyes shut because he knew that he would cry if he didn't. Without even a thought, he hand automatically flew up to grabbed onto the hand that was placed over his heart. His heart was equally full and ached at the same time. He loved hearing about how special they were. But why wasn't that enough? Aaron knew it was there too. It was all he could ever really feel when he was around Quentin. He felt Quentin's love the exact same way that Q had felt his. Aaron wiped his face before he turned to see Q curled up behind him. He could tell that this was just as hard for him as it was for the businessman.  "Quentin, I don't want to lose you either. If you can't tell by now, I'm willing to do anything that makes you happy. If you want to be with Roman too. That's fine with me. You are so worth it, Quentin and don't think for a second that you aren't." He forced Q to look at him, wet blue eyes meeting. "I love you so much. So fucking much." He said as he took a sharp breath in. He wasn't exactly sure what he was agreeing to here. but he was sure that they'd work it out together at some point. Right now, he just needed to know that Quentin could still be his. He needed him.

Quentin. There were so many raw emotions floating wildly the room, and all around them. Quentin only wished that they could grab onto one of them like a lifeline and that everything would be perfectly fine again. Why did it have to be like this? Why was it that when Aaron told him he loved him it almost made him feel empty? He knew why. He let himself fall hopelessly in love with two different men, and he felt like he deserved to be empty. God, he wanted this so bad. He wanted Aaron to love him and to want him like this. But now that he did, he was more confused than ever. He could hear Aaron speaking but his words almost seemed echoed and distant. He was so scared of hearing him tell him to leave he didn’t wanna pay attention. His attention definitely being forced to the surface though when Aaron forced him to look at him. His eyes glossing over as he looked into his lovers teary eyes and his lips parted with a desperation he knew Aaron would understand. “I love you too, Aaron. I love you so much. Je suis amoureux de toi. Avec tout ce que j'ai.” He took a deep breath in and it finally sunk in. Did he just say he would be okay with him being with Roman? Would Roman be okay with that too? Could the three of them really be together, exclusive? Suddenly he felt really dizzy, and his hands moved to grip the side of Aaron’s face as he lifted to his knees. “J'ai besoin de toi beaucoup plus près de moi. J'ai besoin de toi. J'ai besoin de toi maintenant” he insisted. Closing the space between them as he crashed their lips together in a fervent and ravenous kiss.

Aaron Didn't Aaron deserve to be heartbroken? He did this to himself, didn't he? Why did he love to ruin all of the good things in his life? He'd ruined this for sure. He subconsciously did that on purpose because he was just so self hateful, and loved to ruin everything good. Quentin was good. He was probably one of the best things he had right now. Aaron turned his body to face Quentin completely. He face was one of fear and confusion, but he was also looking at him with so much love and compassion. Needless to say, Aaron was feeling a lot of different things right now. "je t'aime tellement, mon amour." he whispered back, even though he'd already said that to him. Now he just needed to say it in French. Aaron looked over at him with wide, blue eyes and wrapped his arms around his waist when Quentin brought his hands up to his face. His heart stopped for a moment when he said those words to him. That was confirmation enough to know that Quentin needed Aaron too, maybe just as much as Aaron needed the younger. Aaron looked up at him as Q got to his knees. He pulled him in by the waist as their lips pressed together feverishly. It had gotten heated very quickly and Aaron was humming on Q's lips in an instant. He got to his knees and pushed Quentin down onto his back. Aaron crawled on top of the barista quickly and hovered his lips just above his nose. "S'il te plait ne me laisse pas." He whispered, kissing him passionately again.(edited)

Quentin. The entire room felt like it was spinning as their lips came crashing together. His heart stopping and dropping to his stomach when Aaron pushed him back. What was happening right now? Aaron moved so fast to hover over him it left him in a bit of a haze. “I’m not gonna leave you, Aaron. I don’t want to leave you. But I don’t wanna hurt you either. I just need you to know where my hearts at, and right now it’s in two places.” His eyes were closed the entire time he spoke. But his lips were fighting hopelessly against the magnetic pull of Aaron’s hovering over his own. He wanted this man so bad. But he had to be honest, if he was anything at all, it was honest. He moved his hands to cup the back of the businessman’s neck as his fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Aaron..” he breathed out, finally opening his eyes. “Are you really okay with being with me if I’m with him?”

Quentin. Happy Christmas, Romie

Roman. omg wtf I’m crying

Quentin. I told you I had something special for you ♥

Roman. you’re so sweet oh my god. I really am crying lol

Quentin. aww don’t cry

Roman. happy tears

Quentin. I just wanted to be able to look up at the sky and see you whenever I miss you. I love you Romie

Roman. godddd that’s so sweet wtffff

Quentin. ha, I’m really glad you like it so much. You shine brighter than all the stars. You just needed a little reminder.

Roman. I’ve just never had anyone do anything like that before I’m floored lol

Quentin. you deserve the best of everything. I just wanted to... you just mean:.. ughh. Idk i just wish I could see your smile

Roman.

Quentin. awwww 🥰

Roman. hehe

Quentin. I need you to know Roman I’m so fucking stupidly in love with you. And yeah... I love Aaron too and it’s so fucking complicated. But you need to know no matter who either of us ever end up with in life. I truly do believe you’re my soul mate

Roman. Q. Wow. That like took my breath away. I have to be honest since you’re being honest with me. I’ve definitely been falling in love with you as well, which makes me feel like such a fucking asshole. but I do. I do love you. I can’t help it.

Quentin. you’re not an asshole, Roman. I knew you loved Khai and I didn’t step off. It’s just as much my fault as yours and I have zero regrets so I’m an asshole too lol I just.. God I really love you

Roman. fuck. What do we do?

Quentin. I don’t know. Just try to be happy I guess? That’s all I want for you and you know I’ll be right here to catch you every single time

Roman. god I really do feel like such a jerk. Khai literally told me not to fall in love with someone else but honestly I think I’ve loved you for awhile and I just. Idk. I didn’t realize it.

Quentin. Yeah, I think I’ve loved you for a while too. I’m just that idiot who always thinks telling someone you love them will make them leave. I didn’t want you to leave

Roman. you’re far from an idiot I’ve been scared of it my whole life too. I mean Khai is my first boyfriend and I’m already fucking that up

Quentin. baby, no. I know your scared, we’ve talked about it so much. But you know what? Khai fucked this one up all on his own. And I’m sorry to say this cause I know you love him. But you deserve better

Roman. he’s struggling but he doesn’t treat me badly or anything. Last night was the first time he’d ever talked to me that way. It took me off guard

Quentin. well, don’t think I’m out here routing for your relationship to fail cause I’m not. You two are so cute it’s gross lol. But I just don’t wanna see you get hurt. I’m happy if you’re happy

Roman. I know. I don’t know what I’m doing is the problem lol but yeah. I just. Yeah. Lol! Ugh

Quentin. your perfect, Romie. Don’t over think it just be you

Roman. same to you Q tip

Quentin. bleeeeh I wanna kiss you

Roman. I want to kiss you too and it sucks

Quentin. maybe if I see you tomorrow I’ll sneak you under the mistletoe 😘

Roman. a Christmas miracle 🥺 ♥  

Quentin. Quentin didn’t really know too much about Dorian. All he really knew was that Jaycee signed him, and that his music was fucking amazing! Aside from the obvious that he was also extremely good looking of course. It was only natural for Quentin to want to hang out and jam with someone as beautiful and talented as Dorian Taylor. Especially now that he was single and had free range to flirt as much as he pleased. He sat in the studio tuning his guitar as he waited for the other male to show up. Doing a few vocal exercises with the chords he strummed to warm up his voice,  just in case they decided to record. He didn’t even hear the other male enter the space as he belted out a few of the notes from Sia’s hit song Chandelier. “Oh shit” he practically sing songed when he noticed the figure beside him. “How long were you standing there? Vous devez avertir un homme que vous êtes ici. J'ai failli avoir une crise cardiaque” he laughed.

DORIAN The last thing Dorian expected was for someone to get his number from his boss, ask him to jam out with him, and heavily flirt with him in the process. In the back of his mind, Dorian felt a little guilty for flirting back with Quentin; but, he knew that in reality he shouldn’t be guilty about it. He was single and there was no way to know for sure if he and Khai would get back together. And while they were on a break, not long after it began in fact, Khai slept with Landon. So whatever may happen with Quentin was fair game. Plus, it wasn’t like he intended for something to happen between the two of them, but if it did, he probably wouldn’t stop it. He walked into the studio and smiled as he heard Quentin warming up, not wanting to interrupt. He had a great voice. When he turned around suddenly, he couldn’t help but laugh at how startled he’d gotten. And hearing him speak French in person was quite the treat. “Sorry! I haven’t been here long. I was listening to you warm up and didn’t want to interrupt.”

Quentin. Seeing Dorian in person was not what he expect at all. He knew this man looked good in pictures, but wow. He kinda just stared for a moment as he listened to him speak and then chuckled again. “Please, by all mean. Interrupt” he grinned. He stretched out his leg to hook his foot around the other chair and pulled it out to offer Dorian a seat. “You got here fast. Did you fly or were you just that excited to see me?” Of course he was flirting already, it just came naturally to him after all. Besides, have you seen this guy he was looking at? Again, wow. “So... do you know the song already? Or do you need a lesson?” he asked, quirking his brow slightly. He was pretty sure Dorian didn’t come here just to flirt, so he tried his best to stay professional. Although the looks Q was giving him could practically undress anyone.

DORIAN Dorian could feel Quentin’s eyes on him and his cheeks reddened slightly. Any time someone openly gawked at him, it made him a little sheepish. Especially after all that had happened in the last couple weeks, it was nice to feel desired. He took a seat when Quentin pulled a chair out for him and then laughed softly at the other’s teasing remark, rolling his eyes playfully. “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t live far from the studio, that’s all.” This guy was such a flirt and he didn’t know whether to take his flirting seriously or not. “I know the song pretty well already, but I’m sure you have a new arrangement in mind for it.” He licked his lips subtly as he caught Quentin admiring him yet again.

Quentin. It wasn’t a secret that Quentin could lay on the flirting pretty strong when he wanted to. He liked making people feel good, and when they were as good looking as Dorian, it was an added bonus for himself as well. It had been so long since he had been with another male though, so the flirting was definitely thick. He craved the feeling of being dominated and it was quite clear in his eyes that he was interested in a lot more than just the music. “I do have a few arrangements. I tend to grunge up everything just a little bit. Kinda make it my own ya know?” He had been doing covers for some time now, and even with his own music in the works. He had a deep passion for putting his twist on songs people already seemed to love. “It’s kinda got the feel you just heard while spying on me” he teased. Strumming the chords a few more times to refresh the others memory. “I’m kinda down for you to just do your own thing. I really wanna feel you out” he grinned.

DORIAN Dorian nodded, figuring that Quentin intended to put a grungy spin on the song and he was all for it. “Yeah, totally. I think it’s a great route to go, especially if the whole grungy/pop-punk sound is the lane you want to be in as an artist.” He laughed softly. “I was not spying on you, but I bet you wish I would.” He listened to the chords he’d started playing and bobbed his head along with the melody. He couldn’t help but laugh again at Quentin’s choice of words. “You really wanna me feel me out, huh?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow and smirking playfully at him.

Quentin. “Oh yeah, definitely” he nodded. His crooked smile making his deep blue eyes almost sparkle as he gazed over at Dorian. “It’s always been my choice genre. But I can soften it up a bit too” he suggested, shrugging slightly to one side. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Dorian as he watched his reaction to his playing and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before letting out a small laugh. “Mhm, I don’t believe that for a second. But you are more than welcome to spy on me any time” he winked. He almost blushed at Dorians next comment, and usually this would be where he made his move.  But he just giggled instead. Lifting his leg to place his foot onto Dorians chair beside his thigh as he scooted his own chair a bit closer to his. “That’s what I said” he grinned. Leaning back into his chair a bit to let the guitar vibrate against him with each strum. “Is that okay with you?”

DORIAN Dorian smiled, endeared by how passionate Quentin clearly was about his music. He could obviously relate to that. He rolled his eyes playfully again as he kept teasing him about him ‘spying’. “Mhm, I bet I can.” His crooked smile widened when Quentin started giggling. Well, damn, that was cute and unexpected. He watched him scoot closer to him and eyed him curiously. “It might be. We’ll see.”

Quentin. “You totally can” he assured.  Dorians wide smile causing his own to widen even more. He stopped strumming the guitar and pulled the strap from over his shoulder. Placing it down onto the floor beside him against the desk. “That just sounds like maybe we should get to know one another a little better” he said softly. Licking his lips as his other foot came up beside Dorians other leg. He leaned forward slightly, his back lifting from the back of his chair as he hooked his arms around his knees. “So.. how many tattoos do you have? Do they go all the way down?” he asked. Placing his finger on Dorians chest and trailing it all the way down to his belly bottom. His bottom lip tucking impishly between his teeth.

DORIAN Honestly, this flirting was pretty exciting. Again, it felt amazing to be desired and what Quentin told him earlier had been true. He clearly wasn’t shy about what he wanted. It was written all over his face and in his body language. It was sexy, he couldn’t lie. He watched Quentin drop the guitar and basically knew that moves were about to be made. “I have 38 tattoos,” Dorian told him. He licked his lips as Quentins finger trailed down his chest and stomach. Good move. Really good move. “There aren’t any below the belt, but there are some on my legs.”

Quentin. There wasn’t anything more sexy to Quentin than someone who could match his energy. He knew he could be a lot to handle, but Dorian seemed to be taking to him quite well. He rested his chin against his arm as he licked his lips again and nodded to Dorians words. “Can I see them?” he asked, the tone in his voice dropping a bit innocently. “I’ve always wanted more tattoos, but I only have three. le corps est un temple après tout, yeah?” he grinned. He pulled his hand away from Dorians stomach and leaned back into his chair. “If you show me yours I’ll show you mine” he practically purred. His hand pushing up beneath his own shirt as he rubbed his lower abdomen. Showing his skin in a bit of a peek-a-boo fashion.

DORIAN Dorian loved the way Quentin looked at him. He could really get used to being stared at like this by him. He quirked an eyebrow when Quentin asked to see his tattoos. In order for him to see them all, he’d half to be half naked. “I don’t speak French, hon,” He said when Quentin said some more words in French. When Quentin said that he’d show him his if he showed him his, Dorian was beginning to wonder what exactly he wanted to see. “Are you sure it’s just my tattoos that you wanna see? Anyway, in order to show you them all, I’d have to take my shirt and my pants off.”

Quentin. The corner of his lips twisted up into a devilish grin when Dorian said he didn’t speak French. Most people didn’t, but he enjoyed watching the reaction he got when he did. “I just said the body is a temple” he clarified. Bringing his hand to his mouth as he slowly traced his lips with his finger. “Hmm, nope. I’m not sure that’s all I wanna see” he answered boldly.  His thumb pushing against his bottom lip as he raised his brow curiously. “Alright, well, don’t let me stop you” he giggled again.

DORIAN “Maybe you can teach me some French.” He looked at Quentin’s lips, unable to stop himself from wondering what they would feel like against his own. Quentin had a very sexual energy and it was enticing. He chuckled softly at Quentin’s confession. He contemplated it for a second before he just thought fuck it and stood up and took his shirt off, tossing it aside and then started to work at getting his pants off. If Quentin wanted to see his tattoos, there was no harm in that, right?

Quentin. “I could definitely teach you whatever you like” he nodded. Moving his feet to allow Dorian space to stand up. His eyes scanning over the others body hungrily as he let his tongue glide across his top teeth. Dorian had a very nice body, it was almost hard to keep his focus on what he tattoos actually were. “Damn” he breathed out a bit heavily. The hint of desire lacing his tone as he stood up himself. His hand reaching out to trail his fingers across the tattoo on Dorians chest. He walked around the taller male. His fingers lazily trailing around to his back as he stood behind him. “Very, very sexy” he purred again. His fingers coming back around to Dorians chest as he sat back down in his chair. His fingers once again trailing down the others stomach as he grabbed the hem of his boxers to pull him closer. “I have an idea” he grinned. Motioning with the finger on his free hand for Dorian to lean in closer. “How about I let you try to find mine?” he almost whispered as his cheek pressed against Dorians.

DORIAN Did this man just fucking walk out of a wet dream Dorian was having and appear before him? Quentin was like something out of a movie. A hot French guy who treats you like you’re the sexiest person they’ve ever seen? One doesn’t run across that kind of person in real life. That only happened in porn or romcoms. But yet, here Quentin was. Dorian bit his lip gently as the other man gazed at him and cursed under his breath. Quentin’s fingers were soft, yet calloused as they ran over his skin, like those of a guitar player. He knew that feeling all too well as his fingers were the same way and he’d hooked up with many other musicians in his day. He blushed lightly at Quentin’s praise. He remained standing as the other sat down and leaned in close when he was beckoned to do so. He quirked an eyebrow at the suggestion. “Sounds like a difficult game to win.”

Quentin. There were definitely many sides to Quentin, but not all of them were always visible. He liked to give just small glimpses into his darkness, but there was also a real softness about him too. He was easy to connect with if you really let yourself, and the way things were going with Dorian, he couldn’t really hide his vulnerability. It was almost as if he had fallen weak to the defined body of Dorian Taylor and the way it moved when he prompted it to. “I wouldn’t let you lose” he assured with a low sultry tone. The tattoo on his forearm already visible as he kept a firm grip on Dorians boxers.”and when you win. I’ll let you do whatever you like with me” he grinned. “Or, maybe you just win already” he chuckled softly. His blue eyes breaking connection with Dorians as he shifted them to the bulge in his boxers. His chest rising and falling a bit heavier as he licked his lips and slowly gazed back up at Dorian.

DORIAN In reality, Dorian knew that the likelihood of this just being a normal studio session now that he was half naked and Quentin’s eyes and hands had been exploring his body was slim to none. At this point, he was just left wondering what was going to happen next and the anticipation was pretty exhilarating. He searched Quentin’s person and found the tattoo on his forearm. “Well, I found one,” He pointed out, running his finger over the ink on the other’s forearm. He watched Quentin’s eyes drop to the bulge in his underwear and couldn’t help but smirk a bit. Still, he wanted to keep the game going and keep looking for the other’s tattoos. “Let’s see.. is there one on your shoulder? Your stomach?”

Quentin. Quentin started to wonder if he really ever had any intention of having a jam session. Maybe his subconscious had reached out to Dorian for something a little more fun. It wouldn’t surprise him, Dorian was gorgeous, and he was newly single. Where was the harm in having some fun right? He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth again as the other mans finger trailed across the tattoo in his arm and he shook his head. “No, but you’re really warm” he informed. Wondering when Dorian was going to actually get the urge to remove his shirt. Maybe he was shy? Quentin definitely found it adorable too, but he kept trying to poke at the dominant side the other spoke of earlier. “Should I start undressing myself? Or are you really trying to see through my clothes right now?” he asked with a soft flirty giggle.

DORIAN Dorian could feel Quentin pushing him to make a move, to do more. To push the situation further. He was feeling some slight hesitation but at the same time, his curiosity was peaking. When Quentin told him his guesses were warm, he tilted his head inquisitively and decided to taunt the other male slightly by reaching under his shirt and running his hands slowly over his stomach before pulling away suddenly. He shook his head. “No, don’t undress yourself. That’s for me to do. Stand up.” Once the other obeyed and was on his feet again, he pulled Quentin’s shirt over his head and gazed at him admirably.

Quentin. Quentin sucked his stomach in, tightening the muscles in his abdomen as Dorians hand explored his body. His bottom lip popping from the grip of his teeth as his lips parted. He felt a sudden tingle run through his body when Dorian asked him to stand up, and he obeyed without even giving it a second thought. His arms falling in line and lifting above his head as the male finally removed his shirt. His tattoo becoming clearly visible on his left peck as Dorians eyes gazed at his physique. “I guess that’s two” he grinned. His thumb hooking in the waistband of his pants as he let the weight of his hand pull them lower at his groin.

DORIAN Dorian smirked as he felt Quentin’s muscles tighten beneath his touch. The way Quentin immediately complied with his command for him to stand was also quite pleasing to the singer. Once Quentin’s shirt was off, he saw the tattoo on his chest. That was going to be his next guess, so he definitely considered that a win. He watched Quentin hook his thumb in his waistband and the bottoms sliding downward. He stepped closer to the other and pushed his hand away. “Didn’t I tell you I would be the one to undress you?” He reiterated, slowly sliding the pants down inch by inch, watching them reveal more and more of Quentin’s lower half. He smirked seeing how hard Quentin was already. Once the pants had fallen down to Quentin’s ankles, Dorian placed  his hands on Quentin’s hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into the other’s sides. “So how many more are left?” He murmured, leaning in close.

Quentin. Dorian really could be insanely sexy when he wanted to be. The shyness seemingly washing away from him as he scolded Quentin for being impatient. Being a tease was definitely not something Q ever tried to hide. But the fire it brought to Dorians eyes had him throbbing with anticipation. He placed his hands onto the other males shoulders as he let him pull down his pants, but he didn’t say a word. His eyes watching Dorians every move as his eyes scanned over his body. “Just one” he breathed out. But he knew Dorian wouldn’t find it with his pants around his ankles. “Think you can find it?” he asked with a crooked smirk. His voice dropping a bit lower with desire as Dorians thumbs rubbed into his skin. His own eyes clouding over with immense desire as he moved his left hand from the singers shoulders to rub against his jawline.

DORIAN Dorian smirked, realizing that he’d rendered Quentin speechless for a moment which was really impressive since Quentin seemed to be the kind of person who always had a comeback. Hearing that he only had one more tattoo to find, he slowly let his eye roam over Quentin’s body. There were two tattoos on his upper body, so he figured the last one was probably somewhere on his lower half. For some reason, he felt compelled to search his legs. He helped Quentin step safely out of the pants that pooled around his ankles and that’s when he found the final tattoo. He grinned smugly. “Alright, I win. What’s my prize?” He leaned in close again as Quentin’s hand rubbed against his jawline.

Quentin. He let out a soft playful chuckle as Dorian helped him out of his pants. Unable to keep the smile off of his face as he felt the other naked eyes on him. “Ah, look at you. Such a fine detective you are” he mused when Dorian finally found his last bit of ink. “That depends. What would you like?” His brow quirked up as he let his fingers trail along the definition of Dorians jawline. His lips parting only slightly as his tongue slid partially across his bottom lip. “Do you wanna kiss me?” he finally asked. His eyes gazing into the others as he tried not to appear too nervous.

DORIAN Dorian laughed softly and shrugged his shoulders. “I know, it was kind of just a process of elimination.” He quirked an eyebrow as Quentin asked him what he would like. “This is your game. You should decide what the rules and the prizes are,” He reasoned. He leaned into Quentin’s touch subconsciously as his fingers ran across his skin. He looked at Quentin’s lips before looking back into his eyes. “Do you wanna kiss me?”

Quentin. “That’s fair. I almost wish I would have hidden it better” he grinned. Of course the idea of Dorian having to search beneath his boxers was something he would definitely be into. “Ah, that it is” he nodded. Another chuckle falling from his lips, but at this point he was chuckling so much he was probably giving away his  nerves. He let his palm press against the singers face as he leaned into his touch and he nodded his head slowly. “I do, very much” he almost whispered. His eyes falling to Dorian’s lips as his other hand slid from his shoulder to the side of his neck. “Would that be okay?” Did Quentin usually ask for permission? Nope, never. But he could feel his heart pounding and beating hard against his rib cage. It only made sense to ask permission before completely melting into someone.

DORIAN Dorian chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully at that. “It’s pretty well hidden in the grand scheme of things. It’s right above your ankle written in small script. It’s not the most conspicuous tattoo in the world. I definitely wouldn’t have found it if I hadn’t taken your clothes off.” He looked at Quentin expectantly after he agreed that the prize was his decision to make. He grinned at Quentin asking for permission to kiss him. He found that very cute and endearing. He wanted to kiss him too, he just wanted Quentin to be forthright. “Yes,” He confirmed.

Quentin. “Yeah, I guess so. I used to do a lot of modeling. So, I had to hide it. But, I didn’t really try That hard to hide it” he grinned. His eyes focusing in on Dorians lips as he spoke, because all he could really think about was kissing him. “Yeah?” he repeated. His piercing blue eyes shifting up to meet Dorians for just a moment as both his hands softly clenching on to the singer as he leaned in to gently brush his lips against the others. He could feel Dorians hot breath against his mouth and it made him smile avidly as their lips ghosted over one another’s. “You’re so beautiful” he breathed out with a light whisper as his eyes fell shut. His left hand tightening around Dorians jawline as he leaned in even further and pressed their mouths together. Kissing him soundly and languidly as he used his tongue to coax  Dorian’s to push past his succulent lips.

DORIAN “Modeling, huh? I can definitely see that.” He smirked, seeing Quentin’s vision still focused on his lips. He nodded, his heart rate climbing as he waited for their lips to meet. He got lost in Quentin’s beautiful blue eyes for a moment before the other was finally leaning in and their lips brushed against each other’s. His breath caught in his throat for a second out of excitement and he reached up to place his hand on Quentin’s cheek, brushing his thumb against it. He blushed lightly at the compliment. “Thank you, but you’re one to talk,” He replied. He closed his eyes as he finally felt Quentin’s lips move against his own. He moaned softly when Quentin pressed his tongue against his lower lip, opening his mouth slightly to let him in.

Quentin. “Mhm” he hummed. He didn’t really want to get into all the details about that right now. But, he figured of things went well here, they would have plenty of time later to get deeper with one another. Dorian repaid the compliment and Quentin could feel his heart melting inside of him. This man was sweet, and Q knew he was going to be in trouble. But he welcomed it. “So sweet” he whispered softly before their lips pressed together. His lips brushing softly again against Dorians as he felt him open his mouth for him. “Mmm” he hummed softly. His grip on the singers face clenching on to sweet desperation as he let his tongue softly sneak between his lips. God, he was such a good kisser. So good in fact that Quentin was subconsciously pressing his body into Dorians as he moved his hands to caress his back.

DORIAN By the way Quentin reacted, Dorian had an inkling that there was more to the modeling story. But he wouldn’t pry. If ever Quentin wanted to tell him more about it, he could do so on his own time. For now, he would focus on kissing him and how great it felt to do so. He could hardly believe that he’d been invited here to work o a song and ended up half naked in the studio making out with Quentin. Not that he minded at all and he was sure that the song was still on the agenda whenever they were finished. But the turn of events that had taken place was still a pretty laughable thought. He felt Quentin press his body against his and his arms instinctively wrapped around the younger male’s waist, pulling him closer as they continued to kiss passionately. September 27, 2020

Quentin. It had been quite some time since Quentin had kissed another man like this. Dorian’s body felt firm and comforting against his own. It made him feel safe to be in his arms, and even after everything he had been through in his life, that was a pretty big deal. He let his chest press against Dorians soft warm flesh as he let his fingers trail lazily up and down his spine. The warmth building between their two bodies causing him to hum softly into their languid kiss as it slowly became more heated. “Mmm, shit” he breathed out against Dorians mouth. His head slightly lulling back as he let his lips brush intimately against the singers nose. He could feel his heart pounding inside of him as his chest softly pulsated against the older males. “You are such an amazing kisser” he smiled. His fingers lightly trailing up Dorians back as he wrapped his arms into a loving embrace around his head. Quentin held onto the other male as if he were trying to keep him as close as possible. Pressing  their foreheads together as his lips parted and his warm breath caressed the space between their lips. “Fuck you’re addictive” he chuckled softly as if he were drunk from the passion pouring from Dorians lips. He let their lips press together once again in another soft kiss as he gripped tightly onto Dorians hair. His lips brushing subtlety against the singers as he savored the feeling.

DORIAN The feeling of their bare chests pressed together as they kissed was invigorating. He hummed contently into the kiss as he felt Quentin’s fingers run up and down his spine. He nipped lightly at Quentin’s lower lip as the kiss heated up gradually. He smirked smugly at the curse word Quentin murmured against his lips. He took a moment to catch his breath when Quentin’s head lulled back. He smiled back at him following the compliment he received. “Thanks, babe, so are you.” He thought the little pause they were taking to drink each other in was sweet and romantic. He appreciated it a lot and it made his stomach do happy little somersaults. However, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t still eager for their lips to meet again. He chuckled softly at Quentin calling him addictive. Well, that wasn’t the first time he’d heard that. Hopefully this time around the effects wouldn’t wear off so soon. He kissed Quentin back slowly and softly when their lips met once again, moaning into the kiss when Quentin gripped his hair. He kissed him languidly, enjoying the subtlety.

Quentin. There was no denying the connection that was fusing together between these two. As they stood half naked, wrapped up in each other. But ultimately they were taking their time to really savor each movement, and that was a sure fire way too set Quentin ablaze. He was kissing Dorian with so much passion it almost brought tears to his eyes, but he forced himself to pull away again. “We should... uh, we should do the song. Yeah?” he asked in a soft almost whispered tone. It was so clear that Q was starting to fall in deep and if he didn’t stop now, he wouldn’t be able to at all. “But you have to play like this.  Half naked and completely captivating” he grinned.

DORIAN Dorian was completely lost in the kiss, so much so that he had to stop himself from pouting when Quentin pulled away. He opened his brown eyes and looked deeply into Quentin’s gorgeous blue ones. He listened to Quentin talk about how they should probably start working on the song but he was very much distracted and still mourning the loss of the feeling of Quentin’s lips on his. He shrugged casually, eyeing Quentin erotically, still thinking about how badly he wanted to ravish the other man. “I suppose we should do what I came here for. And I have no problem doing it half naked.” He chuckled softly.

Quentin. Quentin was gazing back into Dorian’s eyes, as if he were looking straight into his soul. His tongue slowly gliding over his own bottom lip as he noticed the look in Dorians eyes. “God, if you keep looking at me like that...” he chuckled softly before shaking his head. “I don’t know how we’re gonna get any work done.” Quentin pulled it arms from their embrace around Dorian’s head and took a step back from him. His eyes shifting over the singers body before shaking his head again. “Jesus Christ” he almost moaned from how desperate he was to continue touching him. “Maybe if you do a good job, I’ll reward you after” he grinned playfully. This was mostly just a ruse to be able to touch him again. But his fingers were still reaching as be trailed them over Dorian’s chest. “The drums are over there” he signaled with a nod of his head. Taking a few steps backwards away from the singer as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Fuck, this was gonna be a struggle.

DORIAN Dorian smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing by looking at Quentin the way he was. He couldn’t help it though. Quentin had lit a fire inside of him and he wanted more, but the other had cut them off seemingly right at the start of their shenanigans. He winked playfully at him in lieu of responding aloud. He quirked an eyebrow when Quentin talked about rewarding him. “Are you expecting me not to do a good job?” He asked teasingly. He nodded and walked towards the drum set and took a seat, stretching his arms.

Quentin. “I don’t know what I’m expecting. But if you play anything like you kiss.. you might actually blow my fuckin’ mind” he mused. His hands playfully gesturing an explosion around his head as he smiled like an idiot. There was a fire in Quentin’s eyes as well, and he definitely wanted more. But he didn’t want to leave the impression that was all he was after either. He liked Dorian, and the more they spoke the deeper the connection became. He watched as the singer moved to the drum set and he sat back down on his chair. Picking up his electric guitar and positioning it in his lap before pulling the mic stand between his long legs. “You ready?” he asked with a devilish grin. His eyes never once shifting from Dorian as his hands reached for the headphones. He placed them only half way onto his head to cover one of his ears and he gave the strings on the guitar a once over with his fingers. Clearing his throat softly before letting his lips part  as he started to play the song.

Emily she had the covers on, covering her up as she waited to see when Loren would return to her room.

Loren. He was gone for about twenty mins. but when he came back, he had wine for her and a few snacks. “Sorry I took a min. Jace cut my hair. What do you think?” He asked. Sitting on the bed next to her and handing her the glass of wine.

Emily she had dressed back in her shorts and t-shirt, taking the wine and sipping it as she played with his locks. “Damn....you look good. “ she said, examining him. “Jace did this?”

Loren. He smiled watching her and nodded his head. “Yeah, he did. I’m glad you like it.” He put the snacks on the bed and made himself comfortable. “He went out for the night, so it’s just us. Figured I’d try to eat something” he shrugged. Opening a stick of string cheese and taking a bit.

Emily “do you pick up string cheese?” She joked, playfully pushing him as she picked up her own stick and started to pull it off and start eating it. “And just us??? All night!?”

Loren. “I do yes” he grinned. taking another bite as he nodded his head. “Yeah, just ya. All night” he repeated. Leaning in to kiss the side of her mouth before taking another bite. “I’m so hungry. I might eat the whole bag” he laughed

Emily “go for it! You probably vomited everything you ate in the last day or so! So def eat it all.” She smiled, and hummed as he kissed the side of her mouth. “Wow I haven’t had a night alone with you in a while! I’m excited. I get my boyfriend all to myself.”

Loren. “I just might” he grinned. Placing his hand on her leg as he leaned back against the head board and at another stick. “I know, it’s been so long. I’ve missed having the night alone with my girlfriend too ya know?”

Emily she leaned back with him, placing her hand over his And smiling as she intertwined their fingers. “I really can’t get over you calling me that.” She hummed, smiling at him, and then resting her head on his shoulder. “You sure you don’t want me to fix you something?”

Loren. “Well, you better get used to it. Because one of these days. It’s gonna be more than true” he smiled. Lacing his fingers back through hers as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Yeah, I’m sure. I don’t wanna over do it”

Emily she had the biggest grin on her face, knowing what he said was true. She loved it. He was probably one of the first people she could really trust too. “I can’t wait.” He finally said, her eyes fluttering shut to the feeling of his kiss. “So tell me more about your life in France. I wanna know as much as I can before we go”

Loren. “Me either baby” he said honestly. Keeping their hands laced together as he draped his arm around her shoulders. “I mean, it wasn’t that great. My family sucks. But it’s really beautiful there. Lots of flowers around and a clear Mountain View so close you swear you can touch it. I miss it there for how beautiful it is. But, I don’t think I’d ever move back. I went back there when I was dating Landon because my grand mere was sick and passing. She left her house to me. So, it’s a great vacation spot”

Emily she nodded, listening to him. “Almost like California.” She said to him as she looked over. “That’s pretty cool though. That means your only expense is just airfare and food really.” She said to him, kissing his shoulder. “Last time I was in France, Khai was with me.” She snickered. “We went to Paris. Just like you and Landon.”

Loren. “Yeah, almost” he nodded. “I think you would really love it there. Isn’t it crazy we both been there with out exs? and not to say it’s a bad thing or the memories are bad. But we are definitely going to make it a place of our own” he assured. “But yeah, I don’t have to worry about money anyway. My dads a famous actor so.. I have like 6 different trusts” he shrugged. Never really talking about how much money he actually had.

Emily “I do remember that fact about your dad!” She assured him and then laughed. “That’s where I fell in love with Khai.” She smiled, thinking about it as she played with her bracelet. “He will always hold a place there for me. But I’m glad I get to start over with you. Even if it’s not Paris.” She smiled up at him. “But our own memories in our own place.”

Loren. “I know the feeling” he nodded. Thinking back on it being where he had falling in love with Landon. He had to go there so soon after they had gotten together. It had become their own little sanctuary. “Of course, yeah. No replacing. Just new memories” he assured. Kissing her forehead again before kissing her lips

Emily “but now I’m in love with my best friend” she smiled, looking up to him and kissing him back deeply. “Don’t leave for Maldives too long. I’m gonna miss you so much.”

Loren. “I am too. So very deeply in love” he smiled. Kissing her again before leaning his head to hers. “It won’t be long. But I’ll FaceTime you when I can” he promised.

Emily “mmm.” She smiled thinking about it and biting her lip, blushing. “Then we can get married and start a family like you actually want.” She nodded, leaning up to kiss him again. “Mm. Okay! What shall we do now? Turn on a movie?”

Loren. “oh yeah, I would love that” he grinned. Blushing slightly himself as he watched her. “Yeah, we can do that. Or just cuddle. Whatever you wanna do baby.”

Emily “is that what you want?” She asked him, smirking as she blushed, moving to cuddle him again as she turned on a movie just to play as white noise in the background. “Emily Courtier” she mumbled to him, turning his face towards her and kissing him soundly

Loren. “I mean, yeah. I really would love that with you one day” he said honestly. A wide smile spreading across his face as she said her name with his. “I love you” he breathed out. Kissing her back just as soundly as he pulled her close

Emily “I want your kids, I want to marry you, grow old with you.” She smiled, not even feeling a bit remorseful knowing that one day, this really would happen and Jace would just be a past relationship. She loved Jace for Loren but what they had was undeniable. A single tear ran down her cheek, unknowingly as he kissed her and it made her smile as she buried her face in his neck. “I’m not even watching this movie.” She snorted, laughing at herself. “Because i can’t stop loving on you”

Loren. God, Loren was over the moon hearing her words. He was so in love with her and there was just no stopping it or slowing it down. He wanted her to be his and only his. He brushed her cheek with his thumb and smiled softly. “I want all that too. And I don’t want you to ever stop loving on me.  You’re... “ he stopped for a moment and smiled again. “You’re all I want Emily. Completely.”

Emily “do you fear that’ll happen?” She asked him, looking up in his eyes. “Because I’ll never stop loving you loren. I promise I won’t.” She said to him, kissing his lips again. “You know I’m yours. Always.”

Loren. “I don’t know. Sometimes I guess. But I wouldn’t blame you if it did” he said honestly. He knew it had to be hard on her to see him with Jace. Hell it was hard on him too. He was so torn. But he didn’t want to hurt Jace. He just couldn’t stop loving her. “Always baby. Always and forever” he smiled. Kissing her back again

Emily “thats never gonna happen.” She knew he was torn but she’d never ask him to choose. She was happy with where they were and knew they’d find their time one day. She smiled into his kiss before resting her head back on his chest. “Don’t let go.”

Loren. “Good, it’s never gonna happen for me either”’he assured. Holding her tightly against him as he rubbed her back. “Never baby. I’ll never let go.”

Emily “good!” She smiled, holding him tightly and her eyes started to close and drift as he rubbed her back. She cooed to his last words, staying completely cuddled into him.

Emily he ignores me in the chat. He just did it again so I don’t see anything wrong with me doing the same to him. It’s called taking a dose of your own medicine. Suck it the fuck up and see how it feels.

Loren.

Yeah You guys are weird and intense

Emily how the fuck am I weird Loren? I’m the one who asks for the normalcy and this is what HE does. What the fuck does that have to do with me?

Loren. Idek, I’m going to bed

Emily Okay

Loren.

Your relationship with him is too much for my brain tonight. I’m sorry

Emily you were literally just laughing with me and now it’s too much for you but ok

Loren. Not you. Him I just can’t analyze him tonight

Emily it’s clearly me? I mean you were literally just laughing with me and then turned it to try and be like oh well maybe it was something else and then called me weird and intense so

Loren. Honestly.. I think you two are crazy together You’re weird and intense together

Emily and now you’re saying we’re crazy when you used to love us or call us cute.

Loren. Not you separated

Emily idk who you are rn Goodnight

Loren. Omg I think your cute together. When it’s good. But then it gets weird and intense and I’m rooting for you guys. But maybe you both just need a break cause you act like kids. This one did that and I’m jealous and blah blah. I was just trying to have fun. But it’s always something with him Goodnight I love you

Emily loren you literally are the most 2 faced person I know rn bc all YOUVE ever done is supported us. My actions do not derive first. Khai is the one who will do the childish stuff. We are on a fucking break. But when he acts like this, I’m not gonna stand by and just take it. So call me intense, childish, a bitch, psycho, or crazy, but you sound so fucking fake rn. No offense.

Loren. First of all. I was playing when I said you were crazy

Emily I’ve said it so many times I’m over being his doormat. And I won’t stand for it. If he wants to get upset over a fucking French fry joke with my best friend, then so be it. Or get upset if he’s talked over. So fucking be it I dealt with it too and still do and never say a word bc god for fucking bid I do, I’m the one who’s nuts. So fuck you and fuck Khai. I’m gonna find a room tonight. I’ll see you later.

Loren. Second off.. I’m not fake. I just told you I don’t have the brain power for his shit tonight.

Emily Goodnight Loren you don’t have the Brian power so you insult us both. I’m out

Loren. Be that way then. Then tomorrow come back and tell me what you just did wasn’t childish. Goodnight

Emily me getting the fuck away from you isn’t childish. that’s me second guessing why I ever trusted you as my best friend

Loren. Whatever Emily I’m sorry I said something you didn’t like or wanna hear I’m not gonna be fake and lie to you

Emily lol yeah. Fuck you emily for standing your ground. that’s childish and nutty fuck you loren

Loren. That isn’t what I said at all

Emily it is.

Loren. No.. it’s not

Emily go back and read. Goodnight

Loren. Whatever. I’m moving out

Emily see ya. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out

Loren. blocked

(an hour or so later)

Loren. I’m sorry

Emily me too. I’m so sorry loren

Loren. I always have your back, and I swear I didn’t mean anything bad by what I said I honestly think intense and weird is what makes a relationship unique Hell, Jace and I are intense and weird too I love you regardless though

Emily idk it was just random. And I took it wrong but I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to fight. I love you please tell me y’all are okay.

Emily loren?

Loren.

Yeah?

Emily are y’all okay?