Love is... (ike x firkle)

Your an idiot ike

Ike let his hands wander as he kissed firkle, pinning the boy to the blue bedroom wall. Their tongues fought for dominance, neither one really sure who would win. Ike didn't mind it when firkle took control, it was so unlike firkle, but at the same time ike loved seeing the side of firkle only he got to see. Firkle won, though ike might have let him. But the victory was short lived when ike took control, in his own way. By slipping his hands up the back of firkle's band shirt. Firkle couldn't think straight as ike pulled off his shirt and pressed kisses to his pale skin. Ike seemed to really know what he was doing, but firkle tried not to think about that. 
"Ike, your brother"- Firkle started to say but was interrupted. "he won't know. It doesn't matter. I need you right now..." ike's voice was sexy as his tongue swirled circles just above firkle's jeans. " Ike, no, please don't." Firkle tried to explain as the prep trailed kisses farther down his skin, leaving bite marks and hickeys as he went. The nonconformist tried not to moan at the feeling, he tried to hold onto his rational thoughts. Firkle felt blush spread across his face and he pulled away, pushing ike off of him as he did so. 
Ike looked hurt, abandoned and embarrassed, but he didn't attempt to talk. Firkle glared at him from where he stood. "Ike, why do you always want to take things so far?" He started out screaming in rage but his voice broke so it was only just above a whisper. Ike felt tears brim in his eyes 'god, am I really crying?!' He wondered. "Dude, firkle, I didn't mean to push you into anything..." then he realized he had. Ike didn't mean to, but he took things farther than firkle wanted to go. " Hey, sorry." Ike started, moving closer to the goth. Firkle kept glaring, but something told ike he wasn't mad, just a little shaken up. Ike held firkle's hand, the goth tried to pull away but ike held onto him like a lifeline. "Firkle, don't... please don't leave." Ike was so used to getting anything he wanted, so used to having his feelings returned, he'd forgotten that his boyfriend was the one thing he needed to go slow with.
Firkle knew his friends would laugh at him if they'd found out about this, but he was really afraid in the moment before. Now he realized it was only a little thing to everyone else in the world, but he didn't want to do this yet. the next thing the goth knew the blue eyed boy was holding him close, mumbling apologies into his bare shoulders. Firkle forgot all about what had happened and held his boyfriend, trying to put this all behind them. 
Kyle swung open the door quietly, seeing his brother and a half dressed goth snuggled up and holding each other in the dark room. The jew smiled to himself before deciding that the two were better off here in there own little world.

An: this chapter is no good either. I will get back to writing better things later. Also, this kind of takes place out of our usual timeline.