"I know. He's good for you and I'm happy. I will meet him one day but I swear, I'll be on my best behaviour." With a playful laugh, he looked down at Hartley's handiwork as he finished the stitch, reaching down to very carefully pull the skin to get a good look. "Now there is some fine craftmanship. Hartley, you're so fucking talented. Is there anything you can't do?" Grinning, he let his hand drop and put it in his own head, ruffling his hair. "I was very brave, Hart. Didn't cry or anything. Do I get a lolly?"
"Axel's met him. Axel likes him." Which wasn't saying much, since being a somewhat attractive guy pretty much guaranteed anyone some degree of 'liking' on Axel's part, but still. Hartley looked down at the wound and shrugged, blushing in spite of himself. "Plenty of things I can't do."
He cleared his throat and got up, heading for his kitchenette. "I don't have a lolly. I have a pop-tart." He didn't have the best diet, but whatever. "Want one?"
"Axel likes anyone who's vaguely hot. That's not much of an accomplishment." James didn't rank anything much by what Axel said, it was more how Axel acted that James took note of. Like how he was with Hartley. He could tell that unlike most he flirted with, he did really like him. It was pretty funny actually. Of course when James playfully called dibs in their hypothetical talk of one of them dating Hartley, Axel had backed off a little.
"Oooh yes! Frosted or not? Cause I want frosted. Oh! Chocolate or strawberry? I want chocolate. I'm in a chocolate mood." He loved pop tarts so much, he could eat them all day.
"True, but that means my boyfriend is vaguely hot. Who'd have thought, I can totally score." Hartley smirked and walked back to James, pop tart in his hand, just as James had ordered. He handed it over to him and knelt down on the mattress, watching him for any signs of fainting or whatever else he was supposed to look out for. He supposed something that would push up his blood sugar would be a good idea.
He leaned over James so he could move his flute case and notes to the side, giving James more space to properly lie down. "You're staying here, just so you know."
"You got game, Hart. I'll give you that." He took the pop tart and held it in his mouth for safe keeping before reaching out and grabbing a hold of Hartley's shirt, trying to tell him to lie with him with a mouthful of delicious pop tart. God he wanted to bite into it but if he did, it'd fall out of his mouth but he needed to talk to Hartley too so eating right now would impede tat. Sigh. He finally raised his hand and removed the pop tart, holding it at a safe distance.
"Lie with me. You can lie with me, can't you? I'm all injured and hurt. You have to comfort me." He patted the bed beside him before shoving the poptart back into his mouth and mumbling something around it.
"Yeah, that's me. So smooth." Not at all with a slight tendency to babble. But he supposed it could be worse. Hartley lied down next to James without even saying another word. He'd lose if he tried to argue, so he just stretched out behind him and start petting his hair, trying not to look at his face and focus too much at how James just happened to be objectively gorgeous. Not fair. So not fair.
Why did the first guy he had to really fall for have to be like... Like this?
Once the pop tart was eaten, James moved around until he was comfortable, sprawled out with his head in a good petting position. He closed his eyes and smiled softly, nuzzling against him a little. "I'm gonna pass out now, don't freak. I won't die." He let himself slip into a more relax position and yawned tiredly, not really with it. "Notte, sogni d'oro." And with that, he was out like a light.
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He cleared his throat and got up, heading for his kitchenette. "I don't have a lolly. I have a pop-tart." He didn't have the best diet, but whatever. "Want one?"
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"Oooh yes! Frosted or not? Cause I want frosted. Oh! Chocolate or strawberry? I want chocolate. I'm in a chocolate mood." He loved pop tarts so much, he could eat them all day.
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He leaned over James so he could move his flute case and notes to the side, giving James more space to properly lie down. "You're staying here, just so you know."
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"Lie with me. You can lie with me, can't you? I'm all injured and hurt. You have to comfort me." He patted the bed beside him before shoving the poptart back into his mouth and mumbling something around it.
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Why did the first guy he had to really fall for have to be like... Like this?
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