In Too Deep ▶Sequel To Perfectly Imperfect◀

seven>> i've got an insatiable desire

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Song: kaleidoscope eyes;  panic! at the disco

Warnings for this chapter: make out session, idk. implied boy x boy stuff... I hope you're fucking happy Rhiannon.

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After they participate in Anna's manhunt, Xavier offers to walk Echo home. He slips his hand into the younger boy's, shooting an innocent(ish) smile that way.

"What do you want?" Echo says sassily, bumping their shoulders together. He returns the smile, feeling really at ease.

X thinks for a moment. His eyes find Echo's, and even in the low light, the younger boy can see his pupils grow abnormally large. "I want...you."

Echo's mind isn't working as quickly as he'd like it to, so his response comes out an unintelligible tangle of stuttering beginnings.

Xavier's lips twitch into a smirk. "Come on. We're going to my house. I'll take you home in the morning. I'd feel better if I could keep an eye on you."

Echo just hums a little, to show him that he's listening. Echo doesn't want to talk at the moment, he just wants to hear X's voice.

They make it to his house, and he quietly unlocks the door. No one else is awake, save for one of the twins; Echo can hear music from that annoying band Stand In Kids. It's kinda like the sucky off beat of Fall Out Boy, but Echo could care less.

Xavier's room is in the basement, so he guides them both down the stairs. When they reach the bottom, he takes the key from his necklace and unlocks his bedroom door.

He uses his foot to make a path through the clothes and food wrappers on his floor. "Sit wherever you want."

Echo chooses to sit on the bed, because it's obviously the cleanest part of his room. It's not that the younger guy a germaphobe, it's just that the disorder and everything bothers him.

Xavier grabs his laptop and brings up Netflix, grinning excitedly. "Season 38 of Supernatural is on here now!"

"I can't believe it's gone on this long. Back when our mums were our age, this was the shit." Echo remarks, resting his head on the older boy's shoulder.

He hums lightly, eyes transfixed on the screen. They end up sitting in silence for almost an hour as his episode plays.

After Jensen and Jared leave the screen, he puts aside the laptop, hazel eyes scanning over Echo's face. "Hey, Echo?"

"Hm?" The younger guy tilts his head towards Xavier, and that's when it happens. His lips are on his, kissing with a bit of force.

Echo just goes along with it. He just has no experience in this kind of thing, so...

The next thing Echo knows, X's lips are moving from his mouth to his neck. He tries to keep quiet, but a little whimper slips out. His neck is really sensitive, a lot like his dad's, he guesses.

X stops, eyes glinting in the low light. "You make fucking adorable noises."

Echo's face flushes; he turns his head away from him to hide it. He can feel a hand cupping his face, slowly turning his focus back to the stoner boy. "I didn't mean to offend you in any way, love."

Echo nods, and X starts kissing him again. Echo's hands are holding X's face to his, and the older boy's hands work to unzip his hoodie. When he finally gets the zipper pulled down, the drunk boy pulls it off.

This is honestly moving really fast, and he doesn't really care. It's odd, because normally everything has to be perfectly planned out in his life. This time, he doesn't give one single fuck.

"Do you really want to do this?" He asks, gazing into the younger one's eyes. "We don't have to, I mean, you're drunk and I'm high as a fucking kite."

Echo laughs, using the collar of Xavier's hoodie to pull him closer. "Just shut up and kiss me again, you moron."

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"I don't wanna be here!" Echo whined, dragging his feet. His father and his best friends had decided it was going to be a guy's weekend, and that entailed camping, fishing, and the like.

"Aw, I'm sure it'll get better!" Phil said optimistically, crouching down to be closer to the three year old's level.

"No 'fense, but I think you're full of shit."

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G R A C E

Bam motherfuckers,  bet u didn't see this coming. And Rhiannon, i swear on my throne in hell if u actually saw this coming i will end u.

Grace is very vulgar and I apologize. If you don't wanna read this section, I'll summarize it next chapter.

It's about noon when Grace gets out of bed. Not by choice, but by the fact that her phone has been buzzing on her beside table more than a fucking vibrator.

"Hello?" She answers, not bothering to read the caller ID.

"Grace, thank God. Do you know if Echo is at your place?" Spencer asks nervously.

She thinks for a moment. "I'll go check to see if he's with X."

As she walks down the stairs, her friend fills her in on why she's calling to ask. "Hailie called last night around one, because her daughter turned up with some strange girl and they were both drunk as he--heck, I said heck, don't yell at me, Brighton!"

Laughing to herself, Grace opens Xavier's bedroom door. There's more of a mess than normal, and her son's prized laptop is on the floor instead of on the desk. Her eyes travel over to his bed, and that's what finally clues her in.

Laying beside X is Echo, his head resting on X's bare chest. Both boys have messed up hair, and obviously Xavier sprayed a shit load of air freshener.

"Spencer? I think you owe me twenty bucks!"

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Grace was enjoying the weekend away from her son and husband. Hanging out with the girls, drinking as much as she wanted, it was heaven.

"Spence?" Grace asked, looking out in the yard at Kaylie, Hailie, Hazel, and the twins. Hailie was helping the four year old climb a tree, and Kaylie was trying to get her daughters to draw with sidewalk chalk. Both were failing miserably.

"Yeah?" came the response from Spencer, who was busy typing away on her iPad.

"Bet you twenty bucks our kids will sleep together before they're out of high school."