You glance at your phone and check the time: 10:05. Why was it he got to be late while insisting you be punctual? The nerve of some people, you swear. Oh well, at least you don't have to be at home. You haven't seen Cro or Dad after being sent upstairs, and honestly, you don't want to. You're pretty sure Dad left to go to a bar or something, and you know Cro went into his bedroom, but… You didn't have the gull to go talk to him. You just wanted out, but you'd make sure to thank him later.
You're currently wearing a purple t-shirt with an EXTREMELY deep V, your thick rimmed glasses, black tennis shoes, some cologne, and black skinny jeans, each article of clothing showing off how well-toned your body was. It revealed a couple bruises, but Sol already knew, so it wasn't a big deal. In fact, it might get you a pity hug, which sounds pathetic, but you'll take what you can get. You did your best to look good, spending an extra-long time on styling your hair just the way you love it. You hope it doesn't seem TOO obvious though, because you don't want him to laugh at you. He laughs at you enough as it is.
You hear rustling behind you and turn to see the very boy you dressed up for who looks sexy as FUCK! He was wearing a button up white shirt with the top half of the buttons undone, much to your arous- Er, amusement. He was also wearing a pair of loose jeans that hugged his hips perfectly, and a mismatched pair of shoes: one white, and one black. His hair was soaking wet and less messy than usual, which means he actually tried to comb through it for YOU! The thought makes you blush, and you're suddenly thankful it's dark out. Unfortunately, he was also wearing those retarded 3D glasses that prevent you from seeing those gorgeous eyes of his. Ugh, you thought he discarded those!
"Hey ED, been waiting long?" he asks with a grin and you swoon. How was it that this nerd could tug at your heart strings so easily? You briefly wonder if you do the same to him, then discard the thought with a shake of your head because of COURSE you don't. He's probably not even gay. You figure that you should find out before you make any more moves on him.
"Wwhere the fuck havve you been Sol?" you ask, feigning annoyance. He just chuckles and approaches you all slow like and you can't help but stare at the way his hips sway as he walks. He stands at your side and drapes an arm over your shoulders, leaning in until his lips are grazing against your ear and his hair is dripping onto your shoulder.
"Rubbing thoap all over my naked body while thinking of a certain fag I know," he whispers and even the darkness can't hide your blush as it literally consumes your cheeks. You let your mind wander to what he may have been thinking about that involved you, since you were no doubt the fag he was referring to. He did hint that he was in the shower, so maybe...
"I did a little rethearch and dithcovered that there'th a park about ten minuteth that way," he says, removing his arm and pointing in the opposite direction of your homes, "Tho ED, you up for it?"
You frown at the loss of contact and think about your options. You could say no and risk him leaving without you, or you could say yes and risk somebody seeing you acting foolish. You decide the latter choice is the preferred one because it allows you to spend more time with Sol.
"Wwhatevver, let's just get this ovver wwith, cause I ain't no baby," you say, hoping to sound indifferent. He laughs and starts walking towards your destination, giving you an excellent view of his ass. You make sure to remain at least three feet behind him so you can discreetly stare at it as it sways. Does he even realize how much of a tease he is?
"Hey Sol," you say after about three minutes of silent walking, "wwhat's your girlfriend like?"
You hope that wasn't too obvious and anxiously await a response while fiddling with the crevice of your V-neck, eyes never leaving his bottom.
"What maketh you think I have a girlfriend," he counters, and you can hear the grin in his voice, the bastard: he was gonna make you work for it.
"I don't knoww, I just figured," you reply, seeming uninterested. If he won't give you what you want, then you won't give HIM what he wants. Two can play at this game.
"Jutht tho you know, I don't have one, tho there'th no reathon to be jealouth ED," he assures you, and you scoff in an attempt to seem offended.
"Me? Jealous? In your dreams nerd! It wwas just a question, don't twwist it into somethin' wweird!" you say, raising your voice just the slightest bit. He laughs and flips you off as he walks.
"Be careful Sol, I may just accept the invvitation," you tease, deciding that flirting was ok now that you know he's not dating a chick.
"Oh really?" he teases right back, "That'th exactly what I'm counting on."
Oh god you can't even. You remain silent the rest of the way, allowing him to win this round because you honestly have nothing else to say. Well, there are a couple things, but you doubt they'd be appropriate and you'd probably regret saying them. So after four minutes of silence and ass staring, the park finally comes into view. You wonder how you were unaware of this place even though you've been living here far longer than him. Fucking nerds, always being smarter than you and knowing more stuff about stupid junk.
It's admittedly a nice park, fully equipped with a swing set, slide, jungle gym, monkey bars, and one of those puzzle things where the kids can play Tic Tac Toe and give their parents a break. Despite this, you don't really understand why Sollux wanted to come here so badly. You were both fifteen: you weren't supposed to play at parks anymore. It was embarrassing!
And yet, when he climbs the stairs to the slide with child-like amusement, you can't help but smile and watch as he glides down, feet pressing against the wood chips below. You laugh at him, but a part of you kind of wants to let go and play too. Then he's tugging on your hand and forcing you over to the jungle gym, letting go and climbing to the top. Needless to say, you're staring at his ass the entire time because damn, for a scrawny nerd he had an AMAZING ass. How could you NOT stare?
"Get your ath up here already!" he shouts, and you sort of want to tell him to get his in your lap, but you don't and proceed to climb. Once you reach the top you act uninterested, sit next to him, and turn your face away, tensing up as his hand cups your cheek.
You are now Sollux.
He didn't think you'd notice, did he? That you wouldn't see the brownish-purpleish bruise blooming on the side of his face near his jaw line? Why, because it was dark out? Fucking moron hipster…
"What happened ED?" you ask with mild irritation. Not directed towards him, of course, but towards whoever did this, and you're pretty sure you know who. He shies away some more and raises his hand to toy with the collar of his V-neck.
"It wath Cronuth, wathn't it? I thwear to god I'm going to-"
"It wwasn't Cro dammit! He… He stuck up for me and he… He got punished for it…," he trails off, but at least now he's looking at you. You frown because then it hits you: if Cronus didn't do it, that meant his dad did.
"I'll fucking kill him…," you say, pouring whatever conviction you have left into that single sentence. He chuckles and looks you in the eyes, or at least tries. You suddenly feel like a huge asshole for hiding the eyes that he admired so much, and remove the cheap glasses because at least you can do that much for him. His grin widens and he leans his face into your hand, reminding you that holy shit, you haven't moved it yet. You jerk it away and laugh nervously, worried he'll think you're an idiot or something.
"Hey Sol… Wwould you be ok wwith me doin' somethin' strange?" he asks, and you can't help but wonder what he wants. Not just that, but why does he always sound so unsure when he asks you things?
"Thure ED," you say, then add, "You don't have to be tho thcared to athk me thingth you know? I don't bite… Hard."
You wink and he giggles, just like when you awoke to see him hovering over you. You grin to reveal your canines, but not in a defensive way. More like so he knows you're sincere, if that makes any sense. Your eyes drift down to the marks on his chest, visible because of that dip in his shirt that you kind of enjoyed, then even lower to take note of how those jeans seriously hugged his body. His muscular legs were fucking sculpted in those things, but the part that really got your attention was how the pants made his bulge much more prominent. Skinny jeans just sort of did that to guys, so you aren't entirely sure why he wears them, but you're not complaining: it's a nice view, and you're VERY pleased with the size.
Wait, why would you be? You're not gay, right? At least, you've never taken any interest in men… But, dick size aside, Eridan wasn't much of a man in your opinion. He looked like one, like the IDEAL kind of man, but the way he acted around you screamed feminine. So maybe liking him that way doesn't necessarily mean you like men? Dear god you hope so.
"So evven if I do this… Things wwon't change, right?" he asks, to which you nod because what reason do you have to disagree? You don't even know what he's going to do. He gulps and scoots closer to you, looking everywhere but at you, then grabs you hand with his. Your fingers instinctively wrap around his as he turns to finally look at you, then closes his eyes and puckers his lips awkwardly while leaning in.
You almost laugh at how awkward he's being, but control yourself because you that if you laugh, he'll think you're rejecting him. In all actuality, he's moving way to slow for your liking, so you decide to speed this up a bit and lean forward the rest of the way. Your lips connect with his and you can hear him moan at your touch, boney fingers gripping black locks held securely in place with gel. You let go of his hand and place the now free hand against the small of his back, pressing him closer to you.
Then his tongue glides across your bottom lip and you know he wants more: and who were you to refuse? You part you lips, hardly paying attention to the fact that he's pressing you down and your body is laying uncomfortably against the metal bars. Parts of your body dip where the holes of the jungle gym are, but you can't find it in you to care because he just won. Your tongues clashed together, but his won and now HE was dominating you. The same girly man you thought of as feminine was taking control of this: how the fuck did that even work?
He pulls away and YOU whine, which sort of pisses you off. He's just smirking down at you and running a hand along the side of your face, using the other to prop himself up on a bar. His eyes hold a certain sparkle that allures you like crazy, but when you try to pull him back down for another kiss he refuses and frowns.
"Sol, I need to knoww somethin'… Do you like me… That wway?" he asks, looking adorable as he tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth. You sigh and roll your eyes because wasn't it obvious?
"Are you thtupid or thomething? Duh, I like you THAT way. Why elthe would I kith you?" you point out, to which to nods.
"Good point I guess," he replies, probably feeling really fucking retarded right now. You shift in place, the bars digging into your body and making you very aware of how uncomfortable this is.
"Hey ED, thith hurtth like a bitch. Can we make out on thothe thtairth or thomething?" you ask, and he just laughs and sits up.
"Such a divva," he teases while climbing down. You follow until both of you are sitting together on the stairs. Let the making out commence!
More fluff will be featured in the next chapter, and much more detailed making out! Might change rating to M and add some smut… I don't know, what do you all think? Smut, or no smut. THAT is the question. Also, should there be CroTuna smut as well? I don't know. OH! That reminds me. Starting in September, I'll be doing the whole oneshot a day thing. One for every day of the month! You guys can send requests and stuff for what shipping you want in any quadrant, so that should be fun c: Anyway, my sister is forcing me to play a game with her, so ciao for now!