•Art Shit & Random Stories•

//"Kiss Me" Sequel//

Might be shorter? i dont fuckin know jasdghjasdsa
anyways ty for the support <3 onto the story B)

(THIS STORY MAKES NO SENSE IM SORRY)

A few weeks have passed since Bob and Bosip's confession. They both agreed to keep their relationship a secret until they were ready to tell the others, even from Amor. It was a typical morning, everyone was up starting their day. Until someone got an interesting text.

Bob tiredly yawned as he laid(?) his head on Bosip's shoulder. "Still tired?" Bosip smiled and patted Bob's head softly.

"Yeah- I couldn't sleep so well last night for some reason." Bob muttered. 

"Maybe you can sleep with me one of these nights." Bosip smiled. "As in you sneak up to my room." Bob slightly reddened at the thought.

"What if they catch us? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love to sleep with you. Hell, maybe even more then sleep, but you get what I mean." Bob gave a sly smile and cuddled Bosip's arm.

"Holy shit. You're so lucky everyone else is in the house." Bosip whispered, turning red at the suggestive thoughts that Bob had put in his head. "But yeah, I get what you mean. It's risky," Bosip said, leaning closer to Bob's face and cupping his cheek. "But I'll take that risk."

Bob gave a small giggle and leaned in. A small kiss wouldn't hurt, right? Bosip smiled into the kiss, suddenly reaching behind Bob and pulling him on top of him. Bob broke away from the kiss. "Are you forcing me to top you or something?" 

"I really don't know, but it's hot." Bosip replied, stretching his arms behind him, leaving them dangling over the couch's edge.

"Dammit Bosip, why do you have to be so hot..." Bob muttered and gave a smirk. He suddenly grabbed ahold of Bosip's wrists and pinned him to the couch. Bob leaned down and kissed him again. Although it was early in the morning, they couldn't care less. They just wanted each other in this very moment. Continuing their make out session, the rest of the gang were discussing in the kitchen.

"I swear to GOD, those fuckers are gay!" Bobal growled. The rest looked at him weirdly.

"You do know Bob is straight, right?" Bobot said, leaning on the wall. 

Boder was the next to step up. 'And so is Bosip! He said it himself.' Boder signed.

Bobal looked even more pissed off than before. "That's the thing! Have you guys SEEN they way those two look at each other? They're either dating, like each other, or fuckin' gay. No other options."

Bofo sighed and put down the rag he was using to clean the counter. "Well then, Bobal. Why don't we go ask them right now if they're dating?" 

"Ooooh, that's a good idea! Let's just ask them!" Bowaev butted in, giving a smile.

Before Bobal could say anything else, they then saw a light glow from Bosip's phone, which was on the table.

"Oh great, now he's here?" 

The light formed into an entity quickly, blinding some of the gang.

"I heard we stalkin' someone? What's going on, my creations?" Amor announced, stepping off the table.

Boder cringed at the name. 'Who the hell calls their friends 'creations'-' Boder signed to Amor.

Amor shrugged. "I dunno. Saying friends is boring. Now, what's up guys?" Bobal stepped in quickly.

"We think two of your creations are gay, dude." Amor looked surprised. 

"Who? Bosip? Bob?" Amor asked, clearly confused.

Bobal sighed. "Yeah, them."

Bowaev stepped in now. "We were all just about to go ask them if they were dating or something, but then you arrived, Amor."

Amor almost looked offended. "And you guys stopped for ME? Nahhh, cmon guys. Let's go ask them." Amor then beckoned us to follow him to the living room. 

As they headed to the living room, they heard sounds. Bobal was the first to notice, but he shook it off as if he was just hearing things.

'These idiots are slow.' Bowaev thought. 'Screw it, I'll just get there before them.' Bowaev then started walking faster to the living room. 

"Hey Bob, Bosip! Me and the gang wanted to ask you some...th-thing...?" Bowaev stuttered as he saw the boys on the couch.

As the gang caught up, Bobal looked at Bowaev, confused. "Bowaev? Everything okay-" Bobal suddenly got his answer.

Bob and Bosip were in an interesting position. Bob on top of Bosip, one hand up his shirt, the other hand pinning his wrists to the couch. Bosip underneath Bob, grasping onto Bob's hips. The two parted and looked at the gang in utter shock.

"H-hey guys..." Bosip slurred as he was still in a pleasure shock from Bob. 

The gang was utterly silent, until Amor walked in behind them. Amor looked a little surprised, but he gave a look as if he knew this was bound to happen.

"Man, these bitches are gay! Good for them!" Amor clapped his hands together. "So, how'd this start, boys?"

843 Words ;-;

p....part 3? ;-;