Boyfriend? Why did that hit him in the chest like a sucker punch? Hartley had a boyfriend? Oh man. Why did he care what the homo did? He wanted to make his wussy little boyfriend a present then whatever. He could do that. As long as they kept their bullshit away from him, it wasn't an issue.
"You found a boyfriend? Pfft. Good for you, I guess."
He shrugged and shoved his hands in his pocket, taking a step away from him and resisting the urge to pace. He couldn't let his hurt and annoyance show, he couldn't let that happened. "I just thought you were making something cool, not some lame ass homo love gesture."
"I am a homo, so what do you expect. I just do homo things with my homo hands and see what homo stuff I get for it." Hartley rolled his eyes, gesturing to the list. "Can you get it for me or not?"
Hartley folded his arms in front of the chest, frowning as he tried to make sense of James' body language. He was easy to read, generally. Especially since he also had the tendency to just tell him exactly what bothered him, because he somehow expected Hartley to fix it. Usually while hanging all over him. Such an idiot.
"Of course I can get it. I can always get it. I never said I couldn't." He just needed to see Axel first and ask him what half of the list said before he made solid plans and knew what he was doing. He was planning a one man heist but if some of them were harder to get, he might have to extend his scope and branch out. He shoved the list in his pocket and shrugged, trying to focus on the job and not on whatever dumb gay thing Hartley had going on. Stupid Hartley and his stupid boyfriend. Still...
"Are you sticking around?" They hadn't hung out since the whole kiss thing and he had no idea if this was them making up or not. "I lost the electric because I forgot to pay the bill." And by forgot he meant didn't have the money. "But I have candles to light and some bubble wrap we can pop?"
"How do you not get punched more?" It was a legitimate question. Last time he had been here, James pretty much drove him out in the middle of a rainy night while calling him names and accusing him of being a pervert. Now he wanted to pretend like nothing had gone wrong? Fuck him. "No, really. I'd like to know why your nose isn't always broken because of your fucking attitude, because I sure as hell can't figure it out."
"What? Why are you being so damn awkward? I just asked if you wanted to hang. If you don't want to hang then fine, be a dick. I never did anything." James huffed and threw his arms up like Hartley was being impossible. Was this the whole not being a homo things? Was he bitter? How was that his fault? With an annoyed huff, he paced around the room, clearly not getting it. "People aren't as awkward and as confusing as you! I don't get it. What's your problem now? What great tragedy did I befall you this time?"
"What's my problem? You are the one with the problem and you don't even know it." Hartley huffed and crossed his arms, watching James pace like the idiot he was. "You know, even in the scenario where the lies you're telling yourself would be true, you'd still be the asshole that used me for his sexual experimentation without letting me in on the fact."
Hartley wasn't even sure whether knowing that it was more than that made it better or worse. "Do you want me to just wait around in the corner the next time you feel like testing your straightness? You're like the most unsatisfying and selfish lap-dance anyone could ever get."
"No! I just -- I don't know, you're making it more complicated than it has to be. Wasn't it fine before? I liked it the way it was and then you made it weird. That's not on me." He didn't get why what they had before wasn't fine? Why did Hartley have to go and make it all gay by kissing him and then making the game more obvious. Wasn't lying together fine? Wasn't holding hands fine? Why did those things have to be gay?
"I was enjoying myself, I liked it before all the weird. Can't we go back to it?" The days of sharing a bed with Hartley and lying in his lap while the other petted his hair. What was wrong with that? "Do we have to be all homo about it?"
"You kissed me, James." Hartley shook his head, because he didn't feel like hearing that denial. Whatever. No homo, all straight, how could any one person be this fucked in the head? Why couldn't they just? Why indeed. "That's pretty damn homo. I don't want you to be all over me and then act like I have cooties as soon as you think I'm coming on to you."
That said he moved forward, until he could stand right in front of James, catching his eyes. So close, the same closeness James liked to suddenly spring on him. "But do you want to know the real reason we can't just go back to all that, as 'no homo' as you think it was?"
"I didn't kiss you! I moved in and our lips touched." Oh even he knew that one sounded lame. He huffed like Hartley was doing him a great displeasure with his logic and crossed his arms, biting his lower lip as the other invaded his privacy. He could feel his heat, he could smell his scent, it was beautiful. He loved the way Hartley looked. His style, his confidence, that cocky little smirk he got when he knew he could win an argument.
Like right now. "Go right on ahead, Hartley. Elaborate. Take me through a tour of my own mind and explain it all to me. You're the genius, after all."
"It's very simple, James." Hartley leaned his head to the side, whispering in James' ear, standing as close as he could without just outright pressing against him. He did take James' hand in his, because he had a point to make. "The way you touch me and the way you look at me, the way you treat me and the way you damn well know you want me... It'd make my boyfriend jealous. That's how homo you are."
With that, Hartley kissed James' cheek and stepped back. Point made, he thought.
James pulled away from Hartley and glared at him, knowing he was right but he didn't need to hear it from some cocky fag who thought he was just so much better than him. "You're such a fucking asshole. All I wanted to do was hang out and you had to get all gay on me. It's so fucking annoying. Whatever. Be a dick. See if I care." With a great dramatic sigh, he flopped down on his sofa and curled into himself, clearly unhappy that he had been one upped and tonight he'd be alone. And he hated being alone.
"Whatever, straight boy. Just tell me your price when you've made up your mind." No, Hartley couldn't find much pity in him today, even though James made such an impressive show of, well, pouting. He almost wanted to stay just to needle him more, but he knew better than that. Best to walk out of here, head held high, as long as he was winning. Hartley didn't look back and the door fell shut behind him with a certain finality. James had fucked this up, now he had to deal with the consequences.
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"You found a boyfriend? Pfft. Good for you, I guess."
He shrugged and shoved his hands in his pocket, taking a step away from him and resisting the urge to pace. He couldn't let his hurt and annoyance show, he couldn't let that happened. "I just thought you were making something cool, not some lame ass homo love gesture."
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Hartley folded his arms in front of the chest, frowning as he tried to make sense of James' body language. He was easy to read, generally. Especially since he also had the tendency to just tell him exactly what bothered him, because he somehow expected Hartley to fix it. Usually while hanging all over him. Such an idiot.
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"Are you sticking around?" They hadn't hung out since the whole kiss thing and he had no idea if this was them making up or not. "I lost the electric because I forgot to pay the bill." And by forgot he meant didn't have the money. "But I have candles to light and some bubble wrap we can pop?"
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Hartley wasn't even sure whether knowing that it was more than that made it better or worse. "Do you want me to just wait around in the corner the next time you feel like testing your straightness? You're like the most unsatisfying and selfish lap-dance anyone could ever get."
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"I was enjoying myself, I liked it before all the weird. Can't we go back to it?" The days of sharing a bed with Hartley and lying in his lap while the other petted his hair. What was wrong with that? "Do we have to be all homo about it?"
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That said he moved forward, until he could stand right in front of James, catching his eyes. So close, the same closeness James liked to suddenly spring on him. "But do you want to know the real reason we can't just go back to all that, as 'no homo' as you think it was?"
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Like right now. "Go right on ahead, Hartley. Elaborate. Take me through a tour of my own mind and explain it all to me. You're the genius, after all."
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With that, Hartley kissed James' cheek and stepped back. Point made, he thought.
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James pulled away from Hartley and glared at him, knowing he was right but he didn't need to hear it from some cocky fag who thought he was just so much better than him. "You're such a fucking asshole. All I wanted to do was hang out and you had to get all gay on me. It's so fucking annoying. Whatever. Be a dick. See if I care." With a great dramatic sigh, he flopped down on his sofa and curled into himself, clearly unhappy that he had been one upped and tonight he'd be alone. And he hated being alone.
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