Not a friendly Start that Becomes a Little too Friendly (Abandoned) (X/1) (MxM)

Lucas huffs, “Close enough. Still something about the mind.” He shrugs, “I said almost, by the way. Almost all. There are too many songs for me to know them all, darling.” He hums, going back to his book.

Lucas shrugs, “Look, it’s not a competition, Tris. Not everything is a competition.”

“No, I don’t! Because that would make it a competition! I just want to relax. Or whatever. . . Maybe go out and do something. . . without it being a fucking competition.”

Lucas rolls his eyes, flopping back, staring at the ceiling, “Though a fucking competition might be nice. . .” He murmurs, snickering, “Just a thought.”

Lucas looks at him, silent for a moment, “Do you even know what I meant by that?” He tilts his head slightly.

“What did I mean?” LUcas asks, still staring up at the ceiling.

Lucas pauses and then gives him a weird look, “Why that fuck—“ He shakes his head, “Never mind. I never asked—“

Lucas shakes his head, “I’m not being indecisive. I’m to. . . Yeah, no, I couldn’t even have a sex competition.” He snickers slightly, “The competition part, I can’t do, the sex. . . Yeah. . . I can do sex. . .”

“Still. Whatever.” Lucas shrugs, “It’s still sex. Just because I did almost nothing, doesn’t mean you didn’t like it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have stayed up almost all night.”

Lucas laughs softly, closing his eyes.

Lucas huffs, “Welp. I’m going out. See you later.” He sits up.

Lucas shrugs, “I’m bored. . . Like, super bored. . . So I’m going to walk around until I find someone or something to do. . . Or. . . Do me. . . I guess. . . I don’t know, haven’t figured it out, I’m just bored.”

“Too late. I told you about 5 minutes ago.” He pulls his shoes on, getting up and walking towards the door.

Lucas sighs, “Trisssss-“

(I might poof soon, ‘m getting ready for bed and if. Poof, I’m asleeeeeep-)