The shy boy [AU - CW]

Romeo felt the cold hand on his cheek, and even though he knew what Eden would do, probably before the vampyre even knew it, he didn't move away. Instead he greeted his lips, and while it was almost painful how short that kiss was, he wouldn't complain. Chuckling at the question he shrugged, not letting him know exactly what he thought.
Romeo headed home that night, working hard on his homework, even working a bit ahead as he felt almost determined by how the vampyre had kissed him. He wanted to be ahead so he could focus fully on the weekend coming up ahead.

And soon enough, Saturday arrived. Romeo said goodbye to his parents in the door like the good kid he was, and they promised to be home late the next day. His mother was hesitant, but she looked more relaxed knowing that he would have guests over. Then there would be people around him.
He soon enough started setting up the living room to his liking, even finding a few copies of movies he liked. He also had the chance of streaming, but he didn't doubt that they would find something eventually.
Romeo felt nervous. Multiple times he went out to check himself in the mirror. Not a good habit. It was like every time he saw something wrong about himself. Like, had he gained weight in the wrong area? Was his dark hair too dark in some places? Eventually he was about to head out to the toilet. Purge. But no. No. If he wanted to kiss Eden he didn't want to smell like puke, right? His mind was playing games with him, and so instead of doing much he just sat down on the couch, folding his fingers as he worked on his breathing.

Laure groaned, rolling her eyes as she stepped forward with her arms crossed. "You're taking all of the fun out of it then," she chuckled, but then he said he was changing their agreement. It made her frown, staring at her brother with a curious set of eyes. "Trust him?" she almost had to spit at that sentiment, shaking her head at him. "You don't even know him," she protested. It was clear she wasn't letting him off that easily now. Humming to herself she walked over, sitting down on the edge of his bed, crossing one leg over the other.
"You know what ... I'm a good sister," she said taking a deep breath, looking at her fingernails, inspecting the polish on them. "But I want to be invited on a double date with you and him and me and my partner," she said. Was that a deal he could agree with? "I need to inspect him, see if he's deserving of you."

"That's fine ... But I'm sure he wouldn't do anything to hurt your sister," she reminded him. She hummed, quite dissatisfied as he spoke his endnote. It was clear she wasn't done, even if he said as much.

Romeo heard the buzzer and it was as if it made him snap out of it. He got up, heading for the door as he felt his phone ring. He chuckled, picking up as he smiled to himself. Being greeted by that familiar voice made his stomach flutter. "Well if you prefer it from the outside then you can stay there," he teased, pressing in a code that made the gate open for Eden, "or you could come in instead of standing out there." Biting his lower lip he hung up, walking to the door to unlock it. He felt the nerves again. Not that he was unsure about this, but he had really looked forward to it.

"Would it make you happy if I said I did?" he smiled, letting Eden look all he wanted. In fact, his eyes were the only eyes he believed could ever make him feel really good. "But then again, you're one to talk, huh?" Reaching out he touched the fabric of the nice sweater that he was wearing. Gods he loved this preppy look on him. "On second thought, you always look this handsome," he sighed, letting go of the sweater before nodding for him to go further in to the house. He closed the door after them, making sure to lock it before joining Eden in the living room.
Romeo hadn't been lying when he said his father had bought a giant TV. On the table were a few movies, a bag of crisps and a bag of something else with no real label on it. "I found some movies that I thought you might like," he said, chuckling a bit, "unless you want to stay on brand and we can watch Romeo and Juliet?" Though they spoke about it a lot in drama club, Romeo wouldn't mind if that was what Eden wanted to watch. As long as they were together.

The fact that they had been forced to watch and rewatch that movie over and over was quite the amusing thought, but also not unexpected when he thought of how Kennedy ran things. No that was tacky and completely on brand. The question made him hum, moving over to sit down in the couch that was quite spaceous. "If you promise not to laugh," he sighed, leaning back a bit in the soft seat, pulling his long legs up to rest as well, because why not, there was room enough. If Eden promised he would chuckle, looking down as he was clearly a little embarrassed by it, but maybe it was a good thing to just tell someone. "Peter Pan," he confessed finally, chuckling as he shook his head. It was stupid wasn't it? And so cliché! He could almost throw up at how cliché he was.

"Cartoon one ... But I like any adaptation I guess," he confessed, frowning a bit as he thought about it. He hadn't seen a Peter Pan movie he hadn't liked, at least not from what he could recall. But then Eden started to tear apart what he saw as a flaw and Romeo seemed to fall silent. "I shouldn't have said it," he muttered. Why was he acting like this now? He was always so confident. Perhaps because he was trying to be vulnerable and he felt that any insult on the movie felt like an insult on his person.

Romeo felt that feeling. That feeling of inadequate. He swallowed, clearly already in his mind about it, but then Eden leaned in, catching his eyes. And he admitted that the movie had good sides as well. But it felt more like mockery, though he didn't even say anything as he just looked at Eden. "Go on then ... Tell me what's your favorite movie?" he wanted to talk about something not about him. Something not so personal. And if Eden told him at least they would both have opened up somewhat, right? He took a deep breath, looking down at his fingers, realizing they were tensing from feeling so vulnerable.

Pan's Labyrinth? It was not really surprising, not if you knew a little bit about that movie to begin with. It was artsy, that was for sure, "I don't think I've watched it fully," he admitted with a slight smile crawling up on his lips. "I think I saw until the man with the eyes in his palms and I hid my face in a pillow for the rest of it," he chuckled. Yeah, that didn't seem cool at all. "I still remember having really vivid nightmares about the eye-hand man ... Like he would watch me and shit," he chuckled, getting in a better mood already.

"You're never scared?" he asked quite seriously and perhaps a little stunned. He scoffed, shaking his head as he looked at him with intriguing eyes. He was quite the guy, wasn't he? "Or is this your way of telling me you'll protect me against anything, even the eye-hand man?" he teased slightly, but also rather gently. He moved a bit closer to Eden, touching his collar. Gods he was trying so hard to restrain himself even though he didn't have to. Not when they were in his home and alone for that matter.

Scoffing at the sentiment of him being tame he shook his head a little, "no," he said softly, letting a finger stretch up and touch the vampyre's cold neck. "I guess I'm just not in a hurry right now ... I don't have to worry about prying eyes," he reminded him in a soft spoken tone. He sighed leaning in closer, "but you perhaps want to move faster?" he asked, and soon enough he was sitting in Eden's lap, looking down at him with a smile on his lips, feeling a bit cunning. "Is this what you want?" he asked, leaning down over his face, their lips so close to one another and yet so far apart.

The vampyre gripped around his hips and he smiled at the reply, groaning softly under his breath. There was no point in holding back now, right? "Are you trying to make me moan with a bit of dry humping?" he asked chuckling as he grinded his hips to the vampyre's. He surely knew how to move. Romeo leaned in, kissing the vampyre's chin teasingly close to his lips, "still on for that movie?" he asked in a teasing whisper. "Or do you rather want to focus on this for a little while?"

"Yeah," he sighed, feeling how turned on Eden was already getting was really riling him up as well. His cheeks even gaining a bit of color, the admittance making him smile as he moved his hips once more, gritting his teeth not to flat out moan loudly. "Then the question is ... How far do you want us to take this?" oh he was getting turned on too, his breath getting a bit more hasty the longer he kept grinding on him. When was the last time he had felt this exhilarated? He couldn't really remember, and it had never felt like this. He leaned down, finally connecting their lips and savoring the taste, licking lightly at his lips, wanting so desperately to taste him.

It was a bit strange, wasn't it? That these two teenagers had managed to stay away from one another for a whole week when it was so clear that they were attracted to one another like this. As Eden said he just wanted him, there was somewhat of a spark of joy in the lycan. He felt wanted too, feeling how the cold hands grabbed at him, pulling him closer. And the moan? Gods was he trying to kill him? He moaned back, moving his hips and now rubbing their chests together as well. How had they truly ended up like this? Making out in a silent living room and just indulging in one another.
Eventually he had to pull away to breathe, a string of saliva still connecting them before it broke. He gasped softly for air, "cazzo," he muttered under his breath, clearly swearing, but it didn't matter. "Hey ... hey ... this, this isn't just because I'm attracted to you, alright?" he panted, as if he needed for the vampyre to know that he felt something. Sure the attraction was there, and it was so strong that it made him feel almost high to be so close to Eden. "I'm not a player."