When Dakota got home, he ditched his daily routine of watching Nick cook and headed straight for his room. He didn't know what Lucas had gotten up to while he was gone, but Dakota felt a sense of panic at someone being in his- their?- room without really knowing who they were.
The panic only seemed to set in on his way home from school and, since then, had escalated.
However, when Dakota opened the door, there was Lucas- only in lacy panties, a different color than the ones he wore the day before- watching the television. Except this time, Lucas noticed Dakota's presence before Dakota even made a sound.
"Welcome back," Lucas smiled, unphased by his lack of clothing, "How was school?"
"Uh," Dakota said- a bit distracted by the basically-naked man in front of him- "Why do you not have any clothes on... again?" Lucas shrugged.
"I'm at my most comfortable state in the nude," Lucas explained, rolling onto his back and wiggling around on the bed. "The blankets are so soft on my skin," he praised, "I haven't had a bed of my own for a while. Let alone with these fancy covers."
Yeah, Dakota's adopted parents were a bit rich. Xavier's occupation wasn't just a normal desk job- it was a higher-rank desk job with added financial benefits. However, though Dakota thought the same thing about the covers of the bed when he first arrived, they really were not that special in the rich community.
At least, that's what Xavier commented when Nick bought them.
"Yeah, they're great, aren't they?" Dakota replied, sitting on his bed. Dakota's was a bit more personalized. He got them black and grey- grey, to match the walls of the room. Lucas watched him, and then- rather than watch the show he was invested in- continued staring as Dakota awkwardly stared back questioningly.
Unlike Nick, who you could read just as well as Nick could read you, Lucas was almost...indescribable.
"What are you staring at?" Dakota finally questioned, after a few seconds of them locking eyes.
"Your hair and piercings," Lucas shook his head, as if in disbelief or wonder, "They suit you really well. Can I see them?"
"...You are seeing them," Dakota replied, deadpan. Lucas rolled his eyes and smiled more.
"I mean up close, Dummy," he snorted, getting on his knees on the bed, looking hopeful.
"Uh, sure?" Dakota said worriedly, unsure about Lucas. What if he was a serial killer with a knife tucked under the pillow? Dakota wouldn't know.
But, Dakota- like characters in a horror movie- walked over to Lucas anyway. Besides, how could Dakota say no to that innocent face? Those big blue eyes? Dakota sat on Lucas's bed because it was awkward to stand in front of him. Then Lucas poked one of his snake bites, and started moving it around, giggling as it moved the skin of his lip with it as well.
Dakota didn't really enjoy being touched one-hundred percent of the time- and even then, it was only with people he generally liked. Plus, Lucas was getting into his personal space, which made the teenager inside of him agitated and the hopefully-not-gay inside of him blush.
"Those are so cool," he said snort-giggling, which Dakota found strangely cute, "I want a piercing one day." He marveled at Dakota's piercing for a second more before running his fingers through Dakota's hair- now that, Dakota was used to. Ethan always had his hands in, if not Soap's, then Dakota's hair. Sometimes, Dakota would smack his hand away; sometimes, he didn't have the heart to care. Therefore, Dakota allowed Lucas to run his gentle fingers through his scalp. "And I want to dye my hair at least once. And I want to have a tattoo!"
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Finding Yourself
RomanceBDSM was not the lifestyle Dakota Moore had in mind. He had spent most of his teenage career running away from orphanages and taking care of his homeless little sisters. Once they were adopted by two rich gay guys, everything in Dakota's life sudden...
