14. Crumbs (DukexTristan)
"Tristan, there are crumbs all over your shirt," Duke reprimanded the second they exited the Game Shop. He reached out to wipe them away, but Tristan batted his hand away.
He shook himself slightly, ridding himself of the offending debris, and turned an annoyed glance at his boyfriend. "Excuse me for eating. You should try it once in a while."
Duke turned his nose up, walking over to Tristan's motorcycle. "Just because I'm not a pig," he muttered. Fingers ran lightly up his sides and he squeaked, jumping around to face Tristan, who was not even trying to hide his grin.
"You're all skin and bones, Devlin, don't lie." Tristan wrapped his arms properly around Duke and his grin broadened when Duke pouted. "You didn't even eat those cookies. They were so good. You have no idea what you're missing."
Leaning heavily against the teen behind him, Duke sighed dramatically. "I'm sorry," he said deeply, "but by the way Joey was scarfing them down, I thought they were dog biscuits." He was grinning now.
Tristan tightened his hold almost painfully. "If they were dog biscuits, they were delicious. I might do tricks to get some of them," he said, eyes sparkling.
Duke looked up at him and grinned broadly. "Tricks, you say? What kind of tricks?"
"Give me cookies, Duke, and I will do anything for you," Tristan said, attempting to keep the blush off of his cheeks. Duke's grin was positively frightful.
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This is the ninth story/essay I've written today. Eleventh if you count pages of notes. I can no longer be creative. I almost wrote this in the style of J.D. Salinger, but I think I would kill myself. Right now I am FAIL. Sorry about that.