#poly! bbs

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?”

John groaned but pulled away, snuggling into his pillows, “Don’t be gone too long.”

Smitty smiled and headed to their shared bedroom, realizing their medicine cabinet was emptier than ever.

He groaned, “I’m gonna send Jonathan and his fuckfriends, to the store. Be right back.”

John sighed and laid on his back, drooping an arm over his eyes to sleep more.

Smitty rushed down the hall of the second floor, knocking on Jonathan’s door, Evan’s door, Marcel’s door, and Lui’s door.

“I need y’all to go to the store for some things.”

Lui groaned, flipped him off but woke Nogla up, and went back to sleep.

David simply sighed, shifting from their bed to the dresser to pull on jeans and a pair of shoes.

He buttoned up his shirt just as Jonathan came rushing out his door in a pair of booty shorts and a blue crop top.

David felt his face heat up at the sight, watching as Smitty too glanced warily at the boy’s clothes.

“Always so delicious looking,” Luke said, passing by the group to head down stairs, landing a sharp slap to the brunette’s behind.

Smitty nodded, “Sounds creepy but sure, whatever.”

David chuckled, closing the door and keeping the light off for Lui to sleep, joining them in the hallway.

“Is Craig and Tylar goin’ t’ come?”

Smitty shrugged, “Might wanna go check on them.”

Jonathan chuckled and leaned against the door frame of his bedroom, “Be careful. Tyler’s in Craig’s room, I heard them last night.”

David felt his face heat up some more and shook his head, “Let’s leave ‘em.”

Smitty snorted and headed downstairs with the group, “Well, we definitely need medicine, not sure what kind really.”

“John have a cold? Fever?”

Jonathan chuckled, “probably a fever. He left his fan on down in the game room all night.”

“Figures,” Smitty chuckled, opening the fridge,” Jon check the panty for me.”

David chuckled, checking the spice cabinet, “We might want t’ grab some more of that rib rub, and hot sauce.”

“Why hot sauce,” Smitty asked.

“T’e challenge me and tylar are doin’ t’night.”

Jonathan snorted from the pantry, his maniacal giggle erupting from his lips.

“I’ll make a list of what we need,” He spoke, pulling the notepad from it’s place.

“Add fruits to the list. Maybe some snacks, too, like chips, I think we’re low on those,” Smitty said, “I’m gonna head back up to John, catch ya when you guys get back.”

David and Jonathan nodded to him, Luke finally coming through the back door with his car keys and dogs in tow, “I’m good to go now, what all we picking up?”

Smitty raced up the steps, ushering to his room to check on the male and make sure he was still asleep.

As he entered their room, he found the male passed out again.

He chuckled, heading to their bathroom to retrieve a clean rag from it’s spot in his cabinets.

He doused it in cold water and grabbed some icyhot.

“John, baby can you sit up for a second?”

The man groaned and shifted up a little, eyes groggily focusing on the man.

Smitty smiled softly, giggling when his unruly hair flopped in front of his face.

He swiped the hair from John’s face and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“Your lips are cold,” he sighed with content.

Craig snickered across the bench, tying his laces but somehow getting confused on the loops and twists of the holes, “Wait, do you tie these like sneakers or like boots??”

Evan face-palmed and Smitty jumped to the stand, “You tie it like this, then loop it around, twist it through like that, and pull both sides. Then you twist it and repeat.”

Craig watched him and tried copying him with his other skate, however, it didn’t work out so well.

Smitty sighed and tried it for him, making sure he was watching. “Anyone else?” Evan asked, glancing around.

Tyler, John, Brian, and Brock were busy tying their skates flawlessly. However, David and Lui were having difficulties.

Smitty smiled softly and giggled, heading towards them and kneeling down, “You guys are hopeless.”

Evan finished tying his own laces and stood up carefully, “Alright, everyone who has their laces tied properly, come with me. I’m pretty sure you can all skate.”

Jonathan nodded and stepped forward, casually walking out onto the arena of ice. However, as he planted a foot on the ice, he drifted into a lazy split. (He flexible because of obvious reasons, though.)

Evan carefully skated in front of him, slowly, and held out his arms as he steered to a full stop. “Here, come on.”

Jonathan grabbed his hands and pulled himself up into Evan’s grasp, “My bad...”

Even chuckled and nodded, “It’s fine. Here, I’ll help you skate.”

“I got this, I got this.” Jonathan budged, pushing from Evan’s grasp, “It's like walking, right?”

He took another step and lazily drifted into another split. He frowned and furrowed his brow in thought, “It’s cold...”

Smitty chuckled as he led Craig onto the ice. Tyler skated past them and immediately fell on his face. Craig feared he would do the same and clung to Smitty like crazy, “D-Don’t let go, fuck!”

Marcel passed them and stretched his arms up above his head. He went straight, slowly, and neared the wall. As soon as he placed his hands against the wall, they never left that wall again.

Scotty followed in after Marcel and speedily swerved right, grinning as he felt the ice beneath his feet. “It’s like I’m floating!” He giggled.

“Scotty, watch out!” Smitty shouted, chuckling as said male ran into the bar connected to the wall, “Dumb ass!!”

Evan facepalmed as Jonathan took a step forward and slowly drifted his legs apart into another lazy split.

Tyler, face on the ice still, placed both hands on the ice and grunted as he tried getting up. “Evan, his tongue’s stuck on the ice...”

Evan knelt down and held in his laughter as the other male tried cursing him out. “Spit on the ice, Ty.”

Within seconds, the male sat cross-legged on the ice, rubbing at his sore tongue. Evan knelt next to him and gently kissed him, holding his chin in place as he warmed his tongue up with his own.

Tyler smiled as the other pulled away and stood up.

“We’re lucky we booked it for a party today... VIP nonetheless.” Smitty giggled, hooking an arm around Craig’s waist and pulling him into a straighter line than his swerved loops.

Craig clutched onto Smitty for dear life, John on his other side as he tried helping out.

But John didn’t last long and fell, his hands grasping Craig’s right arm and pulling him down on top of him.

Smitty came tumbling down as well, landing on top of Craig who landed on John. He groaned and sat up on his butt, “Guys, for fuck’s sakes. John!”

John grinned and sat up “My bad.”

"Damb right! I had that, John!”

John helped up Craig and nodded to Smitty, “Okay, when you’re done, come join me. I wanna try some figure skating.”

“Fine, but we gotta play some Hockey after, dude.”

“Fuck yeah!” John grinned, skating off towards Marcel.

Scotty had found himself clinging to Marcel’s free arm, leaning against the darker male with such dependence that Marcel almost couldn’t move. “Scott! Scotty, come on, man! It’s like walking, dude.”

Scotty shook his head, “It’s like flying without your feet!”

Smitty glanced over at Evan and furrowed his brow. Evan glanced back and sighed, rubbing at his face. The two turned and walked off the ice and into the locker room.

"Wait!”

“Evan!!! Come back here!”

“Help me, babe!!”

“Evan, help us!!”

“EVAN!!!”

“Smitty!!!”

“Come back, Don’t leave me!!”

“Smitters! “

“AHHH!!”

“Yeah, okay. What the hell did you do, Smitty?!” Marcel giggled some more and tugged at the top of the collar, Lucas letting out little protesting sounds.

“I can’t do anything about it, Lucas, sorry.” He chuckled.

Lucas grunted in annoyance and trudged past the giggling lover, running into a wall nearby before turning a direction and stumbling to the next wall.

However, that wall was the back of Luke who was discussing food with Evan. “Luke! What the fuck?!”

“Evan, it’s just Smitty. I think he got his shirt stuck on his glasses again.”

Evan burst out laughing, “Again?! Yyou mean this has happened before?!”

Luke grunted as he tried pulling the stretchy hoodie off the other Canadian, “Usually I can pull it right off! It’s not working this time.”

“What do you mean, it’s not working?!” Smitty’s muffled protest barely registered in Luke’s mind.

uke huffed and let go, the force lightly pushing Smitty back a few steps. Smitty groaned and rubbed at the collar.

“I can’t pull it off, sorry. Maybe ask Moo, he can try and cut through it.”

Smitty shook his head, “John bought me this, it’s a meme hoodie.”

Luke and Evan both shrugged and went back to their conversation. Smitty grunted and turned away from them, turning down the hallway to find a new helper.

He stumbled into the kitchen and into Craig, who seemed shocked to see Smitty stuck in a hoodie.

“Smitty, what in the world?!”

Jonathan stood behind  Craig, investigating the hoodie closely, “How the fuck did you get stuck?”

Lucas muffled a reply tha neither could hear. They shrugged and took hold of the hood that was loopily drooping behind  Lucas’ head. They pulled it up and towards them, Lucas bent forward to help and pulled back.

However, to no avail, it stayed in place and did not budge.

“Who the hell bought you this onstrosity?!”

Lucas snarled, “It’s a meme hoodie, Craig! John bought it for me.”

The two could hear the despair in the boy’s voice and sighed, “Alright, well... take a left and walk a little ways. You should reach his room.”

Lucas sighed and waved them off, thanking them quietly in his head as he trudged towards said room.

He slammed into the door and fell on his front, groaning in annoyance once again. John’s laughter could be heard in the corner of the room.

“Hey, Smit, you’ve got something on your head, you know?”

Lucas sat up and frowned, his eyes straining to see through the fabric, “I can’t get this fucking hoodie off, John! Help me!”

John grinned and pulled it back down, he placed a gentle kiss to his cheek and pulled off those glasses. With a sigh, he pulled the neck hole over his lover’s nose and ears, bit by bit.

“There we go! All done.” John grinned.

The two cuddled until the sun began shining through the curtain, listening to each other’s heart beat. Jun was relaxed after a long night of recording and gaming.

“Isn’t it exhausting?”

“Hmm?”

Cyra glanced up at the ceiling window, “You know... dealing with those different feelings.”

Jun nodded, “Yeah, but it’s fine for me.”

“I feel confused.”

“About what, hon?”

Cyra sighed softly, “Well, no one knows but you and well, I kind of feel a little...”

“Underappreciated?” Jun let a soft breath leave her lips.

“A little bit.”

The two coaxed the other up form the bed, one trying to budge up from underneath the other heavy cuddler while the other lazily kissed understanding marks into their neck. “Should we...”

“No”, Cyra mentioned, “They’d never understand us, Jun.”

Jun sighed and sat up, “Yeah, you’re right, I guess.”

The door squeaked open and in stepped one of the youngest, Lucas. “Hey...”

Jun stared alarmingly at Lucas and felt her knees go weak, “D-did you...?”

Cyra felt her eyes tear up an she nervously rubbed at her arm. “Can you guys keep a secret...?” Lucas muttered under his breath.

Jun and Cyra glanced at him questioningly, “Um, if you can keep ours?”

Lucas nodded, “Of course.” then paused for a second to breathe in deeply, “Well, I’m... I go by... um...”

“Are you.... femme?”

Lucas briefly nodded, “Yeah. I didn’t know you guys felt similar. You’re probably more of Gender Fluid than Transgender.”

“Gender fluid? Transgender?” Jun questioned, Cyra taking out her phone immediately.

“So what is your preferred name, Lucas?”

“Luce...”

Cyra squealed, “That’s such a cute name, babe!”

Luce giggled and smiled brightly as Cyra launched her into a huge hug. Jun joined soon after, “Now there’s three of us.”

The door, once again, sneaked open and in stepped the tallest of their group, “Guys? Whatcha talking about in here?”

“Tyler...!” Cyra gasped, breaking from the hug to stare in pure shock and shame at him.

“I, um, I heard.”

“Tyler, please, for the love of fucking Christ, do not tell the others.” Luce pleaded, clasping her hands together at her chest as she glared at him.

Tyler shot his hands up above his head for surrender, “I won’t, I won’t. But, it might be a good idea, just so we call you by your names on the right days. Ya  know, it’d be bad if we were to just, stomp on your feelings like that.”

Cyra stared in pure shock at Tyler, “You mean...”

Tyler smiled softly, “Geez, you’re so sensitive about everything.”

He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Cyra, “Stop worrying about what we’re going to think, it only matters what you think.”

Cyra felt her eyes tear up even more and clasped her hands around his middle, nuzzling her face in his neck. He smiled and sighed softly, opening an arm to the other two girls, “Come on, you two.”

“A hug from an accepting lover! Yes!”

“Why wouldn’t we accept you guys if we’re part of the gay in lgbt?”

Marcel suddenly was grinning in the hallway like an idiot, Scott beside him with Evan to their left.

Luke was peering in from the right and John found a seat at the dining room table behind the group in the hallway.

Lui and David sat next to him over there.

“You guys...” Luce glanced over at his lovers with a small small.

Marcel grinned again and stepped closer just as all three began running at him. He prepped himself for a huge impact and felt all three slammed into him, arms wrapping around him into a huge hug.

The other guys chuckled behind him as he collapsed to the ground. “Thanks, girls, Jesus Christ.”

Cyra chuckled and sat up, “Sorry Marcel.”