you were the last good thing;;{fletchy}

[fletcher cross]

And there came the smirk. Rolling his eyes upward, he bit back an annoyed frown. He should’ve known. Andrew didn’t seem nearly as upset as he had originally thought. No, more amused. Glad. Egotistical. Good to know that he seemed to enjoy Fletcher’s pain (looks like they were back to square one). He grinded his teeth together, resisting the urge to lash out at the boy and wipe that smirk right off his face. Did he care at all what it must’ve felt like to fight against Vince? That he spent every day watching them together while his own heart devoured itself in a fit of jealous rage? No. He just cared that it had been about him. That he was the prize. He ripped his gaze away from the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. The times like these had helped so much in pretending to hate the vampire. “Yes,” he forced himself to say, “because of you.”

And...he was over it. It wasn’t Andrew’s fault that he had an amazingly huge ego—it was everyone else’s fault for letting it get that big. He heaved a sigh, silently wondering what he had gotten himself into with this discussion, and watched as the freshman yawned. Aw, tired? He couldn’t blame him. The boy had probably spent his whole day sleeping, moping around, and feeling sorry for himself (probably what he would’ve done if Devon had died). He needed to relax—and stop asking questions that Fletcher didn’t want to answer. Somehow, the vampire had the ability to get whatever he wanted out of him, and if he kept on pressing through matters that the werewolf hadn’t wanted to bring up in the first place, he’d be spilling all of his deepest secrets.

The green eyes were half-open again, and they didn’t seem too focused on anything—they looked kind of blurred. Extremely tired. Happy, too, and he was glad. Letting his eyes drift out of focus, Fletcher sighed into the boy’s neck, hand drifting over his back again. Suddenly, Andrew was on the move again. He let his arms fall to his sides as he wiggled around. He opened his mouth to say something, worried about the smirk that flitted across the other’s face, and felt his eyes widen a bit as he was suddenly pinned to the bed by a kiss. Slithering his arms around Andrew’s waist, he kissed back, a faint pink on his cheeks. This wasn’t exactly what he had thought when the word “distraction” had entered him, but it worked all the same.

[andrew lacetti]

Now Fletcher was getting annoyed with him, because of his answer. Okay, he probably shouldn't have answered it like that, letting his damn ego get in the way again. He could only imagine what it would be like to lose one of your best friends because of a competition over a person. He tried to picture losing TK because some guy got in the way. That would really suck. Big time. Now was probably—no, definitely—the time to say that apology out loud. "Sorry," he said quietly, avoiding the other's gaze, which, he noticed, was glued to the ceiling anyway. Head still buried in Fletcher's neck, he kissed it softly.

Feeling the other's arms slide around his waist as he was kissed back, the smirk grew a bit wider. If Fletcher wanted a distraction, Andrew could definitely provide one, though it probably wasn't the kind that the older boy had expected. Ah well, the werewolf wasn't exactly objecting to it, was he? He brought a leg over so one was on each side of the other boy, pinning the werewolf under him to the bed and practically straddling him. Adrenaline pumped through him now, no longer tired. He pressed his body closer to Fletcher's, fingers tangling into his shaggy, multi-colored hair.

He moved his lips from the junior's and trailed them along the other's jaw line. Kissing Fletcher's ear, he slowly moved back to the other's lips in a trail of light kisses.

[fletcher cross]

Why was it so hard to get mad at Andrew and stay that way? He found himself wanting to cry out and say that it wasn’t his fault—which it sort of was, but more Fletcher’s than his—and that he shouldn’t be sorry for anything. That it was okay that he had a huge ego, and he couldn’t care less how much he flaunted the fact that he was gorgeous and that everyone wanted to either be him or get with him. That he was so happy he was with him, it didn’t matter about Vincent. He had won, right? But he kept his gaze locked to the ceiling, trying (for once) to not cave in. “S’okay,” he muttered, shivering a little as he felt the other’s lips against his neck. Damn him.

Fletcher held back the urge to roll his eyes as Andrew’s smirk grew; he felt the boy’s legs move so that he was now straddling him, and he shifted his own so that they were pulled a bit closer to him, and the vampire was pushed on top of him—as if he didn’t already have that covered. He smiled softly into his kisses. How many times had this dream played in his mind? Surreal, he thought as his fingers crawled under the boy’s shirt and traced patterns over his back, that his skin is so... There were no words that could describe it. His smile only grew wider as the vampire’s fingers tangled in his hair. Yeah. He could live like this.

It was a small moan, but nevertheless a moan, that escaped his lips as Andrew trailed his kisses along his jaw. He lifted his hips a little, expectantly, and crushed his lips against the other’s as soon as they returned.

[ D; sucks. sorry. ]

[andrew lacetti]

Feeling the other shiver, Andrew's smirk grew even wider. Goddamn, Fletcher was so sexy... Andrew didn't want anyone else but him, ever. He pressed his lips on the werewolf's, pressing his body closer. His fingers tangled further into the multi-colored locks as he closed his eyes, crushing his lips harder against the older boy's. He could only remember how many times he'd dreamed about doing this, how badly he'd wanted it to happen. And now it was...it still felt like a dream, though. Fletcher was his, finally... It had to be an illusion, another dream. But it wasn't. He was actually here, straddling Fletcher on his bed, kissing him. This was definitely way better than any of those dreams... Plus, no matter how bad it sounded to say, he'd made Fletcher cave in again—which, in some weird, possibly evil way, made him happy. It was nice knowing that he didn't have to worry about Fletcher staying pissed at him. Okay, he definitely sounded like, evil or something.

Andrew's emerald greens opened up halfway as he heard a moan (even if it was a small one) leave Fletcher's lips. The sound sent electric sensations up his spine as he listened to it. Automatically, he wanted to hear it again...it was so delicious. Andrew pressed his lips against the junior's again as he felt the other's hips raise a little. His hands trailed downwards, pausing when the reached Fletcher's hips, holding them. He pressed his own hips closer to the werewolf's. "Mmm..." he mumbled into the kiss, the mischievous smirk still playing on his features.

Closing his eyes once more, Andrew opened his mouth a bit more and slid his tongue lightly over Fletcher's bottom lip, asking for entrance. The back of his mind was trying to figure out how far Fletcher would let him go while the front was occupied with what he was doing.

[ it sucks D; i be sorry ]

[fletcher cross]

He opened his eyes a bit more so he could see what was going on. God, it was like everything he did made the other boy’s smirk grow at least three more inches wider. He couldn’t help but wonder what Andrew was thinking. There always seemed to be something in the inner-workings of said vampire that he never showed on the outside; whether he was scheming a way to get out of class or finding a way to seduce Fletcher in front of absolutely everyone, there was an air about him that said “I know something you don’t know”. He was getting that feeling now. Or maybe he was getting it confused with the “as long as I touch him in the right places, he’s not mad at me” feeling (an evil plan of Andrew’s which usually succeeded—he needed to work on a better plan to outsmart him...or maybe beat him at his own game).

As the other boy’s lips smothered him, he felt fingers slowly creeping down his sides. He shivered a little, fingers digging into the boy’s shirt as the green eyes flicked curiously at him. For a few seconds, the lips left him and a small pout came over his features as he waited for the feel of Andrew’s kisses again. Sure enough, half a second later he was pressed against him—this time sending a jolt up his spine with the simple caressing of his hips. They lifted a fraction higher as the vampire’s own came down; again, there came the smirk. It was definitely the “I know something you don’t know”...

He hadn’t even realized that he was blushing. The faint pink that had come over his cheeks, making his face slightly hotter, spread further as his lower lip was licked. Fletcher’s eyes slid shut and he opened his mouth wider, slipping his tongue into Andrew’s mouth. Lifting one leg to wrap around the boy’s back, he let out a soft moan for the second time.