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@fratdeep  ⋆｡˚☀︎｡          i    know    where    we    are.     i    was    trying    to    make    a    point    here.     im    a    student,     same    as    anyone    else.     i    just    put    work    into    things    besides    only    my    classes.

no—  i  meant  school  work.  we're  in  the  library,  dude.    in  case  you  forgot  where  we  are. 

@fratdeep  ⋆｡˚☀︎｡          of    course    i    do    actual    work.     i    put    a    lot    of    actual    work    into    our    games.

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@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           great.     then    go    get    in    the    car.     i'll    be    right    behind    you    once    i've    got    my    stuff.

one  step  ahead  of  you.   like  that  one  mukbang  dude.     i  filled  up  the  tank  on  the  coffee  run.  

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           a    bag    of    / my /    stuff.     if    im    driving,     you're    paying    for    gas.     just    wait    for    me,     we'll    go    in    a    minute.

*   he  wouldn't  respond,  choosing  to  press  his  lips  to   chases  again.  this  time,  much  gentler,  calmer  than  chase  had  him.   *    

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           [     be    strong,     chase.     be    strong.     he    swallows    hard,     eyes    stuck    between    jacob's    eyes    and    lips.     ]     maybe.     maybe    i'd    be    more    than    okay    with    it.

*  he'd  lean  closer,  letting  his  breath  ghost  over  chases  lips.  *      if  i  do  it  again,   would  you  be   okay  with   that? 

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           you're    right,     it    isn't    funny.     im    sorry.     this    shit    is    / hilarious! /      [     he    laughs    again,     more    this    time,     as    he    gets    his    things    to    go.     it    continues    even    as    he    steps    out    the    door.     ]     im    on    my    way.     i'll    try    to    get    there    quicker    than    twenty.

don't    laugh!    it  isn't  funny.   i'm  at  that  italian  place  like,   twenty  minutes  away.  i'll  send  the  address.  we  ubered  here together and  i  really can't  stick  this  one  out  to  the  end,   chaser.  it's  bad. 

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           [     he    can't    hold    back    his    laugh.     it    escapes,     but    only    for    a    moment.     ]     sounds    awful.     where    are    you?     i'll    go    and    get    you.

*  as  the  door  closed,   jacob  let  out  a  long  line  of  expletives.   probably  more  than  the  situation  called  for,  honestly.  and  then  he  promptly  yelled  into  the  nearest  pillow  in  his  couch.  this  was   bullshit.  definitely.  a  part  of  him  wanted  to  cry,  maybe  beg  for  chase  to  come  back  inside.  but  that  wasn't  fair  to  chase  or  jackson.  jonathan.  whatever  the  fuck  the  dude  was  named.  * 

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           i    cant.     i    would,     if    i    could,     but    i    cant.     it'd    be    a    shitty    move.     really    shitty    move.     you'll    survive.     don't    miss    me    too    much    or    whatever    they    say.     [     he    goes    through    the    door    as    he    speaks,     closing    it    the    moment    after    he    finishes    his    words    and    gives    a    small   wave.     ]

james?   dude—  that's  such a  basic  fuck boy  name.   *  as  if  jacob  was  any  better.  watching  chase open  the  door  was  like  breaking  his  heart.   fuck  this.  *      please—  just   stay?   cancel  with  him.   please. 

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           not    this    stuff.     im    fine    with    it.     [     because    it's    jacob,     and    not    anyone    else.     his    palms    continue    pushing    down    around    his    back.     ]     are    you    sure    it    feels    good?     im    scared    im    going    too    softly.

*   he'd   just  hum  appreciatively,   melting  into  the  bed.  *       feels  good.   and   you  don't  mind  doing the  hard  work,  right?

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           fitting,     though.     im    your    jester    and    now    your    massage    therapist.     making    me    do    all    the    hard    work.     [      and    yet,     he    stands    over    the    other,     pressing    down    on    his    back    with    his    palms,     careful    on    how    he    applies    pressure.     ]     tell    me    when    it's    too    much.

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           im    not    gonna    try    / anything /    you're    doing.     thats    why    you're    the    one    doing    it    and    not    me.

definitely  not  me.  i'm  the  least  dramatic  boy  in  the  world.      damn  right  i  am.   it's  fun,  you  should  try.

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           i    wonder    who    i    got    it    from.     it    is    not    circling    back    to    that.     you're    victimizing    yourself    or    whatever    it    is.

and  you  literally  said—  whatever,  dude.  i  just  can't  make  it.    i  have  to  watch  my  siblings.  my  parents  are  going  out  and  my  siblings  don't—  theyre  like,  are  young, 

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           when    the    fuck    did    i    say    it    doesn't    matter?     why    would    i    ignore    your    schedule,     or    anyone    else's,     to    make    it    easier    for    me?     we're    literally    a    / group! /

i  did  tell  you   that!   i  literally  fucking  said  i  wasn't  free  and  you  said  it  doesn't   /matter/!   

i'm   working  on  it.   i'm  walking  as  fast as i  can,  man.  

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           get    me    my    bagel    and    coffee,     then    i    can    answer    that    question.

sure.   and  we're  still  out  a venue  so  who's  really  suffering more?