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[Well, it's not like it won't work...]

...we're going to have to get something more appropriate sometime.

[Asch takes a moment to let the implications of that sink in.]

... Are we... public about this?

[Guy pauses, rolling over to lay on his side next to Asch, resting his hand on teenager's hip and his chin in his own hand.]

Do you want to be?

...I don't know. I don't want to be mocked for something I... treasure.

[It's starting to get easier to say these things aloud; he was a little proud of himself for it.]

It's none of anyone's business, but I don't have anything to hide, either.

Well...think about it this way. If we keep it secret, we sneak around trying to see each other. Luke already knows, and he's the one we're worried about.

[Guy strokes Asch's hip lightly.]

If we don't keep it a secret, we...don't sneak around. It's not like we have to make an announcement or make out in public. We just don't bother hiding it.

It wouldn't bother you if people know?

Um, no. Why would it?

... No reason.

[You win extra points for that, Guy, so you get a nice slow kiss for your troubles.]

I'll go check the kitchen.

[Guy rolls over on his stomach to watch Asch leave the room and decides to push his luck, calling after him.]

You're kind of obvious anyways!

At least I keep my crotch covered.

[To the kitchen!]

[Guy blinks before laughing, rolling over and clutching a pillow to his stomach.]

I knew you still wore that for some reason!

[Asch smirks as he leaves, wandering off to explore the kitchen, anxious to find something useful and get back to Guy and the warm bed he's already missing. The rest of the house is cold, the kitchen tiles chilly against his bare feet, so he hurriedly retrieves some canola oil and heads back to his bedroom to scamper back into bed with Guy.]

It's damn cold out there.

Mmm? [Guy's glad that Asch is so at ease with being nude around him; he'd been worried that Asch would be more skittish, but he'd apparently settled right into the idea.

Good. Snagging the bottle of oil, Guy raises himself to his knees and opens it. Hopefully this wouldn't get too messy.]

[It's hard to be skittish with someone so casual, Guy, :| Also helps that you were totally smitten as soon as the clothes were off. Regardless, Asch slips back onto the bed and shifts closer to lean against Guy, seeking warmth, not entirely sure what he's supposed to do next, but trusting Guy to fill him in.]

I guess we've been too busy keeping the room warm to notice.

No need to get corny, Asch. [Guy grabs ahold of one of Asch's knees and nudges, gesturing for him to lie on his back as he wedges the bottle between his own knees and dips a finger inside.]

This will probably feel a little weird at first. Tell me if it hurts, though, okay? It shouldn't.

[Right into it, eh? Someone's eager :| Asch lies back willingly, briefly closing his eyes before nodding slowly to give Guy permission one final time.]

Okay. I'm ready.

[What, you wanna fondle some more, like a couple of kids in a locker room? Fff. Guy moves the bottle aside and kind of leans over Asch's leg awkwardly -kneeling between them seems kind of...yeah, not yet- and gently slips his finger inside.]

[.... Okay what. Whoa.]

Uh.

I told you it'd feel weird. Just bear with it.

[Right. Bearing with it now. This might take a bit of adjusting.]

[Guy's gonna get that nasty stretching business out of the way before moving a little deeper, hopefully getting closer to that glorious spot that makes all this uncomfortable shit worth it.]

[Waiting.]

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[Wai- HOLD ON.]

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