“That wasn’t an invitation, asshole. I do what I have to in order to make sure I make it through the day.”
Peter half groaned, half sighed. “For the love of gods, Chris.” he replied. “I’m not stupid, I know somewhere in there you still give a damn.” It was an uphill battle, but that one kiss just days before had said so much more than weeks of this cat and mouse game. “And you can’t say that kiss was nothing.”
“I’m the girl who makes a mean hot chocolate.” Ruby chuckled back knowing that wasn’t what he meant. “Ruby, or Red. I answer to both.” A hand sweeping over her outfit, her signature colour boldly displayed.
“Ruby, huh? Pretty name.” Bucky replied, arching a brow. “Hot chocolate, you say? I can almost guarantee you can’t beat my best friend’s hot chocolate.” It was a vague memory, enjoying cocoa when the heat was off and they had to sit curled under a blanket and sipping the warm drink to survive the cold Brooklyn winter.
Seth hummed an agreement against Elliot’s lips. “I would never.” Seth replied, biting down gently on his lip before bringing his hands up to slowly start working on taking Elliot’s shirt off.
Elliot made an approving sort of sound and paused in removing his boyfriend’s pants to let his own shirt be pulled away. Once the garment was out of the way, he resumed his action, hands opening the jeans and sliding to grip firmly at the other’s backside. “No one can ever take you from me. I’ll kill them first.” he promised, leaning to kiss him hard. One hand moved from behind to the front, fingers locating the hem of the underwear and slowly slipping beneath to tease between Seth’s legs.
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