group chat // bbs

seven

lui was the first to arrive.
he knocked loudly for a solid five minutes before finally, david, looking slightly dishevelled and wearing only a towel, opened the door.
"it's two o'clock, what the fuck man," the taller boy said, moving out of the way to let his friend inside.
when he turned around to face him, however, he noticed lui's eyes trailing up and down his body and a smirk playing on his lips.
david's cheeks flushed a bright red as he realised that was currently standing half naked in the middle of his hallway, and he found himself a blushing mess.

his friend leant towards him, and before david even knew what was happening, lui's lips were on his.

his tongue fought back for dominance, but to no avail, and his face heated up even more as he felt a pair of warm hands trailing around his bod-...

"honestly, i always thought lui would be a bottom kinda guy."

the two stopped and span around to face the door, where a bored looking tyler and a disgusted brock, who was facing the other way, stood.

"i..uh...it's not..we weren't..... just shut the fuck up tyler," david said, stuttering, before walking upstairs to get dressed.

lui grinned and shrugged his shoulders, tyler burst out laughing and brock slowly turned around.

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"hey moo moo," brian said, walking up behind brock and ruffling his hair.
"hey bri!" the boy replied, turning around with a huge smile on his face; "i missed you!"
"you were with me this morning you dork," brian laughed, sitting down on the sofa between marcel and evan, and grabbing a controller.

five minutes later david and brian were battling for first place, tyler was throwing his remote at the wall, craig was nearing tears, brock, lui, and marcel were laughing hysterically, and jon and evan were making out in the corner.

"hey marcel," tyler said once the race had finished and he had *somewhat* calmed down; "how come scotty didn't come?"
marcel stopped laughing and glanced down at his lap. "uh, he had work to do...i guess."
tyler nodded and turned back around to talk to craig; but marcel stayed staring at his lap for another minute, before finally letting out a defeated sigh and returning to the rest of the group.