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shay: The moment he saw that text from Sage telling him that they now had tickets to a music festival, Shay had been going crazy in anticipation. Every class period, every in between, and every night, he’d text Sage about how excited he was and how much he loved the boy for scoring them these tickets to the greatest thing Shay will probably do this year. Finally, after over a week of waiting for this day to come, Shay packed his bags full of tanks, shorts, and sweats along with everything he’ll need to tent camp with Sage. God, this was going to be the time of his life, and Shay could hardly wait. “Mom, I’m gonna head over to Sage’s to pick him up, okay?” He shouted, trying not to fall down the stairs as he struggled to carry everything on his shoulders. Taking a bag from her son, his mother helped him carry everything to his car and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Tell me when you get there, yeah? And let us know you’re alright before you go to bed tonight? I’m already going to worry about ya, and I just want to make sure you and Sage are doing alright… My boys.” She clutched her heart, mentioning that she wanted to tell Sage hello for her before she blew him a kiss. On the way to Sage’s his heart was pounding with adrenaline and excitement for the day and night to come. This was going to be the best weekend, not only because of the amazing venue and killer music, but because he gets to spend the entire weekend with his best friend.

Sage: Getting the festival tickets for him and Shay was a definite impulse move on his part, no doubt. But, the thought of spending a whole weekend with music and his best friend sounded like paradise from what he was currently surrounded by and school was just stressing him out too much for him to back away from such a fun weekend. Packing his bag full of shirts, pants, and clothes to sleep in – Sage felt like he was ready for take off. He also pushed a bunch of head wraps into his bag along with a couple elastics. He made sure to pack their tickets as well and before leaving his room for good, he wrapped up his chocolate curls with a small green scarf before heading downstairs to finish making sure that he had everything. “You excited?” He heard his aunt ask as she rummaged through the kitchen. “Very. Anything with Shay is fun.” He reminded his aunt, tapping away at his phone and calling his blonde best friend to see where he was. As his phone rang, he tapped his foot impatiently and threw his overnight bag over his shoulder. Sage was extremely excited to finally get away for a little and especially because he was going with Shay — he knew this weekend was going to great. When it sounded as though the phone had been picked up, Sage instantly spoke without letting whoever was on the opposite end say a word. ‘Where are you, where are you, where /are/ you?“ Sage asked, excitement in his voice as he bounced over to the window. "Hurry up, because I want t'see you.” He admitted with a pout to his lip even though Shay couldn’t see it.

shay: Seeing the familiar face pop up on his phone, Shay’s face instantly broke out into a smile. “I know, I’m coming! I’m almost there!” A light giggle escaped his lips at the last words Sage said to him, and just as he heard those words, he pulled in front of the house he knows the way to with his eyes closed. “Well, I can see you, lookin’ all anxious and adorable! Now, come out here, y'lug! I wanna go! Also, love you see you in a sec.” Shay hung up the phone, having the habit of always needing to tell the person he’s speaking to a quick “I love you” before hanging up. Opening his door, he ran out of the car and toward the front door of the very familiar house, waiting for Sage to exit. When he saw the door open, he immediately went in for a hug, enveloping his best friend in the tightest, most loving embrace he could muster while the boy still held his bags. “C'mon!” He said excitedly, grabbing Sage’s bag and putting it over his own shoulder before taking Sage’s hand to pull him toward his silver and blue car. “I’m so, so, /so/ excited! I baked us brownies.” Turning around, he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. “/Special/ brownies with a lovely plant in them. Amazin’.” After throwing Sage’s stuff in the back with his, he got into the car and turned on the radio as he waited for Sage to hop in. “Listen… I have Taylor Swift in right now, so just endure it, thanks bunches of oats. Love ya forever, never change.” He’d definitely be lying if he said that he hadn’t snuck a brownie before coming over here, but whatever, this weekend was about /fun/.

Sage: Sage would be lying if he said he wasn’t blushing from Shay calling him adorable and before he could even say anything back, the blonde had said that he was already here and Sage squealed a bit in excitement as he hung up and tossed his phone into his bag. Zipping it up, he yelled out another goodbye to his aunt – but she forced a kiss onto his cheek and a one armed hug as he pulled himself away from her grip to toss the door open. Not even a second later, he was developed by Shay, and giggles were just flowing out of his mouth at the embrace. “Hi!” He greeted happily, letting Shay take his bags and his hand. He struggled closing the front door as he was dragged away to the car but achieved it. “Oo, /special/ brownies.” He hummed, pulling open the passenger side and sliding into Shay’s car. He loved the boys car, it was his favorite out of all the cars he’s been forced to drive in when someone else was driving him. Maybe that’s because he’s been in Shay’s car more than his aunts and his own. Sage laughed as Shay got into the car and mentioned Taylor Swift. “Oh, sounds like y'already had a brownie or two.” He teased, turning around in his seat to reach over and dig through his bag that was in the back. He unzipped it, tugging out a perfectly rolled blunt that he had been perfecting ( That’s what he’s been doing other than science work ). Holding the blunt between his lips, he fell back into his seat and looked around Shay’s car for a lighter. Plucking one up from the ground, he lit his blunt and took a slow hit before offering it to Shay. “I need to get high quick if we’re going to be listenin’ to Taylor Swift the whole ride through.” He joked, rolling down his window a bit. “M'excited, yeah? I need a weekend away. Especially with you.” He turned his head to smile at his friend, dimples showing and all.

shay: The gray hue of smoke exhaling from Sage’s lips caught Shay’s attention as he was reaction for the gear shift to place the car in drive. I made him remember that question he always had in the back of his mind when he actually smoked, rather than baked the weed into a fudge brownie. “Have you ever shotgunned before?” He asked, taking the blunt from Sage with one hand, while the other gripped the steering wheel. The blur of green and brown from the trees and he colors of the houses passing them by put Shay in such a relaxed mood as they drove through the residential streets to get to the highway. Lips circling around the film of the blunt he inhaled until his lungs couldn’t take anymore and after holding the intoxicating fumes in his body for a few moment, he exhaled a cloud of smoke out through the opened window. “I’ve always wondered how high it actually gets ya, y’know? Because I know you still get the weed and stuff, but like… is it less concentrated? Like chemistry, or… I don’t know, man. What were we talking about? /Oh/, yeah… Have you done it, though? Is it /hot/. I bet it’s hot.” Handing the blunt back to his best friend, Shay gripped the steering wheel with both of his hands, starting to sing along to the lyrics being sung by his favorite girl. “We never go /out of style/, you got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt––” With a lazy smile he looked over at Sage when they stopped at a stop light. “S’like she’s talkin’ about you I mean, long hair slicked back. Wow, this is amazin’.” He ran his hand through Sage’s long brown curls, softly scratching at the boy’s neck before turning his attention back to the road. “Should’ve told me you dated the greatest girl in the world, Sage. Ha, dating–– Listen, that reminds me of somethin’ I gotta tell you…”

Sage: Sage rose an eyebrow at the question that Shay asked and tried to recall at all if he’s ever shotgunned before. As he thought, he kind of lost his train of thought because Shay continued to talk and it was hard not to focus on the blonde when he spoke because he always said something worth hearing. “I’ve done it once before with this kid that sold me some. It’s only hot if people know how to make it hot.” Sage mumbled, pulling his knees up to his chest as the two drove down the road invested with trees and green leaves. Sage was happy that the leaves were turning green because that meant spring was upon them. “Like — The kid I did it with barely touched my lips and like was super guarded. I think it’s probably hot if you just – You know, fuckin’ do it.” Sage took the blunt back, dangling it from his lips for a moment as he listened to Shay sing along to the girls voice that was on the radio. Wrapping his lips around the end of the blunt, he inhaled slowly and hummed around it as he felt his friends hand run through his hair. He leaned into the touch, exhaling the smoke from his mouth and giggling at the scratch of his neck. “God, you can get me to do /anything/ if you jus’ keep doing what you just did.” He spoke softly, his voice deep and scratchy from his last hit. He pulled the blunt from his lips, keeping it between his fingers as Shay brought up 'dating’ and his green eyes flickered over to him faster than they ever have before. “Are you dating someone?” He asked quickly, his brow furrowing a deep crease in the middle of his face. “I mean — What’s up?” Sage relaxed back into his seat, popping the blunt back between his lips as he kept his gentle stare on the boy.

shay: Shay hummed at the thought–– /If you just –– You know, fuckin’ do it/. Shay did much more than hum at Sage’s next words, a string of light laughter welling up from the bottom of his heart. “Anything, you say? Well, I’ll keep that in mind if you ever get mad at me. I’ll just scratch your neck and make you hold my hand, even if you don’t want to.” He turned to smile brightly at his friend for only a moment before his smile dropped when he shook his head. “M'not datin’ anyone,” he said softly, eyes staying on the road that Shay doesn’t really remember being surrounded by this many trees, but whatever. “I did, uh–– Have, um–– I mean, I lost my virginity.” The blonde bit his lower lips waiting a second for a response from Sage, but he didn’t let a silence between them begin because his mouth just kept going. “And I’m really confused about it. Like, am I supposed to be in love with her now? Because I care about her, and I think maybe there could be something there, but I don’t know? I haven’t, like… Even been really good friends with her for all that long, like–– God, I don’t know. I thought it’d make me fall in love… I thought… I thought by now, by almost /senior year/ I’d find someone to love like you love Theo. I shouldn’t even feel like that, though, because I have so much. I have you, and everyone else, and /you/.” He rolled his neck, letting out a soft sigh. The silence, again, didn;t last long before Shay started going on again. “It was… It was Dhalia. At the, uh–– You know, the black light party? Yeah, we… We were drinking and kissing, and it kind of just… Happened, but I told her I was a virgin, and I told her I trusted her with it, because I do… I just… God, do I sound like a sixteen year old girl?”

Sage: With a giggle coming from his lips, he shook his head as smoke gently fell past his lips. “That’s where y'wrong, Shay. I /always/ want to hold your hand.” He admitted, and one thing he liked about being high was that he didn’t get as flustered and shy as usual. He was able to tell that to Shay without stuttering or blushing like an idiot because he honestly could not be more comfortable than he is right at this very moment. High, lounging in the passenger seat with his best friend behind the wheel. What could be better? The brunette looked over at Shay with a confused expression, tugging his blunt away from his lips as he listened to the boy speak. “Oh,” He simply said, turning to look out the windshield. He kept quiet as Shay continued to ramble and when he finally stopped speaking, the brunette looked back over to him with a soft expression. “Sex does not mean love, babe.” Sage began, biting at his bottom lip as he thought over his words. “Sex is physical, and people do have sex when they are in love but they also have it when they just want to – .. y'know, have it. It’s only love if your heart is into it as well as y'penis.” Sage took another swing of his blunt before offering it to Shay, holding it for him because he knew he had to drive. “You’re only a junior in high school, Shay. There’s more people than just the people around you who you’re going to meet and possibly fall in love with. A-And, what I have with Theo is unrequited. It’s just as useless as not even being in love. It’s a pathetic kind of love on my part. But, you do have me. And you always /will/ have me, but don’t think you’re never going to find someone who you fall in love with. Because, it’ll happen. Don’t force it, though.” He sighed after his words, pressing his cheek into the seat as he frowned at Shay. “You’re not sounding like a sixteen year old girl, you’re sounding like a person who’s afraid and confused by the concept of love. But, you’ll know it when you feel it. Okay? Maybe things will play out with Dhalia, who knows. Love works in weird ways.” Pausing, Sage smiled at Shay before speaking. “So – .. How was y'first time, then?”

shay: Shay leaned forward, lips wrapping around the blunt to breathe in the amazing feeling the fumes provided. He listened to Sage; the boy’s voice low, raspy, and scratchy from the smoke in his lungs, and Shay had become fond of the warmth came with that voice the first time they’d passed a joint between them. “I know, but I just––” Shay let out a sigh because, /yeah/, he knew that sex didn’t have to mean love, but he likes the idea of it. He doesn’t admit to most people, but to Sage he does. He loves the idea of romance and love; romantic comedies and cheesy love stories melt his heart and warm his soul. He and Sage seem to be in the same hopeless romantic boat that floats along a deep river of feelings, and Shay’s trying to cling to his best friend because he doesn’t know when he’ll be able to jump in that river of love. “/Sage/,” he groaned, taking a a short moment to glance at Sage, hand returning to the back of Sage’s neck to softly scratch at his hairline. “I think you’re completely wrong about Theo. First of all, I /know/ he loves you just as much as you love him, and secondly, who /wouldn’t/ love you? I mean, if I could spend the rest of my life with one guy it’d be you, and I’m pretty sure you’ve got most of the people you know enamored by you.” His fingers tugged lightly at the roots of Sage’s long, curly locks, giving the boy a loving smile to silently tell him that everything he just said was completely true. “It was… It was good, actually,” he said, a rosy color touching his cheeks as he bit his lip to contain the smile he had. “I came in like two minutes, though,” he said, letting out a laugh so hard and loud that he could feel his abdomen muscles tensing. “I felt bad that she didn’t come, though, so… I ate her out,” he finished, shrugging with a bright smile that’s normally plastered on his face. “I may not be good at keeping myself from coming, but I’m pretty good with my mouth. I’ve had a lot of practice because even though I didn’t want to have sex, I still went down on a lot of girls. I’ve definitely heard I’m a good kisser, too.” His voice was sure and almost proud of himself that people said that about him. "I like kissin’, though. I like /mouths/ like… I think I have one of those.. Eh, what are they called, like… Oral fixation things? Where you really like mouths? I don’t know.”

Sage: Once Shay was done with the blunt, Sage pulled his arm back to his side to take a hit of the blunt for himself – his thoughts getting a bit fuzzy and his body feeling like it was under a light blanket. Hearing the groan of his name, the brunette turned to look at Shay with a half smile that kind of formed into a frown at the other end. He was going to protest his groan, but Sage melted into the touch that was given and almost purred at the touch. He let his eyes fall shut, listening to Shay’s words and humming when Shay began to tug at his roots. “You don’t /know/,” He retorted, eyes flinging open as he began to speak. “But, thank you. I would spend the rest of my life with you, as well. We should make one of those pacts. Like in Friends,” He began to giggle, leaning his body closer to his blonde best friend. “If we aren’t married by the time we are fifty, we just marry each other. I would love to be married to you.” He teased, reaching over to pinch at Shay’s cheek and pressing a fat kiss against the blonde’s cheek afterward to seal the deal. He fell back into his seat, listening as Shay told him about his first time. His eyes widened a bit as he spoke, and even when he was as high as he was — those words still had Sage blushing, and he noticed that Shay was as well which made him feel a little better. “ — Ah.” He simply said, his eyes moving down to stare at the boys lips. “I wouldn’t doubt that you’re not a bad kisser. I mean – I /know/ you’re not a bad kisser. Spin the bottle, and stuff. You know how to work those lips.” He complimented, smiling a dimply smile. “But, yeah. Mouths are nice. I bet Dhalia enjoyed it quite a bit.” He mumbled, tapping out the blunt and setting it down in the ash tray near the gear shift. “Girls love when you eat them out. They find it more pleasurable than just – you know, the regular kind of shit. So, you probably had her in paradise.”

shay: “I do, though. I /do/ know because like I told you before, it’s impossible not to love you.” Shay knuckle brushed against the side of Sage’s neck as he grew closer to him. “Are you proposing to me? 'Cause, if y'are, then you better wait 'til we get to the concert. I won’t say yes unless you /woo/ me, babe.” He let out a soft laugh at the pinch to his cheek, batting away the fingers that touched his skin, but he didn’t actually want Shay’s touch to leave him. “Honestly, though,” he started, glancing over at Sage for a moment ( probably a longer moment than he should have while driving ), and he smiled at him with such a fond gleam in his eyes. “If we end up married to each other, I think I think that’d be a good life to live.” It was a sloppy and messy kiss, but Shay loved it when Sage felt bold enough to smack a kiss onto his cheek. Reaching between them, he grabbed his best friend’s hand, smiling to himself as he looked out the window. “Spending the rest of my life with my best friend would be the greatest adventure. S'like in Winnie the Pooh, y'know? When I met you, I knew an adventure was going to happen, or somethin’ like that.” Another giggle left his lips when Sage mentioned the few shared kisses between the pair of best friends. “Yeah, but those weren’t /real/ kisses. Like, the one at Angie’s party didn’t even have /tongue/, so I’ll have to let you know what a real Shay kiss feels like. Then, you’ll know how I /really/ work my lips.” He wiggled his eyebrows before he shot a wink at his friend with a bright smile and a happy laugh. “Hey, which is better, though?” He asked, “'Cause you get blowjobs and give 'em, so like… Do y'like it? Like givin’ 'em? Or is it a hassle? Like sometimes I really feel like I’m chokin’ the girl, but sometimes they really seem t'dig it?” Shay shrugged his shoulders, letting go of Sage’s hand to put his arm around the boy’s shoulders and return to rubbing his fingers against the back of Sage’s neck. “Makin’ out when you’re high is super good, too, though. 'Cause you just feel everything so /much/. Amazin’, honestly.”

Sage: Sage let out a series of giggles, nodding his head. “Alright, i’ll do a proper proposal at the concert. I’ll get down on one knee and /everything/.” He teased, patting his knees gently. He smiled fondly when his hand was bat away, but he still kept going in for another pinch until he eventually gave up because of Shay trying to dodge every one of them. After it was quiet for a few seconds, his attention was focused back on Shay when he spoke. “I think our marriage might have the potential of being one of the most successful marriages ever. Because, I love you so fuckin’ much, you know? I love you so much that seeing you everyday is a blessing and if you have that mind set, I think your marriage will be alright. You also just compared us to Winnie the Pooh. So, that settles it. Our marriage would honestly be such a good one.” Sage leaned back into the seat more, pressing one of his feet against the dashboard as he listened to Shay. His cheeks heated up at the notion, and he turned to look at the blonde, giggling when he saw his wink. “I’d love to experience a /real/ Shay kiss/ Y'know, with tongue and everything.” He teased, winking back at the blonde as he sunk further into his seat. Sage’s eyes widened at the boys question, and he let out a bit of a nervous laugh as he shrugged his shoulders and allowed Shay to pull him in closer by the shoulders. “I /love/ givin’ them.” He admitted quietly, fumbling with his fingers a bit. “It’s hot, I guess. I mean, I’ll receive one and stuff – But, m'usually the first to get on my knees. And yeah, the whole chocking thing is pretty popular. Sometimes, it can be hot. Depends, though.” This is why Sage loved being high, he could actually talk about this kind of stuff without blushing /that/ much. “Oh, is it? We’ll have to make out this weekend, then. I need to see what i’ve been missin’.” He smirked at Shay, reaching up to bop his nose. He faltered a bit when he felt Shay rubbing at the back of his neck and Sage didn’t really /mean/ too but he let out a low moan – leaning back into the touch. It just felt so /relaxing/ and he could have Shay rub at his neck all day, he’d be relaxed beyond max.

shay: Subconsciously, Shay licked his lips, and maybe it was at the thought of blow jobs, maybe it was the way Sage was talking about them, maybe it was the actual thought of kissing the boy next to him or maybe his lips were just dry and chapped. Yeah, he’s sure it’s something like the fourth one… Mostly. When he heard that /moan/, his knuckles stopped moving for a moment, only a second in time before continuing their path up and down the expanse of Sage’s neck. “The thought of kissin’ me makes you feel like /that/, huh? Well, I’ll have t'keep that in mind, then,” he teased, gently tugging at the roots of Sage’s brown hair near where he’d been rubbing his knuckles. As his eyes saw the sign for the exit they needed to take, Shay wondered how else he could relax his curly-haired friend, because he’s nothing if not an amazing best friend that likes Sage to be relaxed. Retracting his hand from Sage’s neck, he tried to make his move quickly before there could be any protests with that hazy, rough voice that makes Shay smile so wide. His hand landed on the jeans that surrounded Sage’s thigh, and he slowly moved it along the length of his friend’s thigh. Up and down, knee to waist, slow motions, relaxing motions. “Feelin’ relaxed?” He asked softly, looking at Sage momentarily before taking the exit from the highway to merge onto a more residential street. “We’re almost there!” He said excitedly, probably ruining any relaxation vibes he was trying to send out to Sage his his grasp squeezed Sage’s thigh. He kept his hand there without even really thinking about it as he drove with the arrowed signs that pointed the way to the fair grounds this festival was being held at. While his hand stayed idle, his thumb rubbed over the jean fabric that pressed close to Sage’s leg. “Can you even believe it! This is gonna be s'fun!” After squeezing his friend’s thigh again, Shay finally made it to the entrance of the fair grounds, smiling at all of the cars he could see and the tents that were barely in his vision but could still be seen. He couldn’t /wait/ to set his and Sage’s tent because this weekend was about to be the best time /ever/. Camping with his best friend at a music festival wearing flower crowns? Yeah, Shay doesn’t know how anything is going to top this.

Sage: With burning red cheeks and a giggle to match, Sage shook his head at the boys words. “You /wish/.” He laughed back, breathing in sharply as he felt the boy tug at his roots. “God, you just — You’re amazing at playing with hair. I just – I love having my hair played with.” He gushed, his eyes falling shut once more as the touch that surrounded his chocolate curls. Feeling the car take a turn, the boy leaned a bit over to one side of the car and suddenly felt the absence of Shay’s hand. Of course, he was going to complain but Shay really gave him no time because before he knew it, Shay had his hand grasping his thigh before rubbing it up and down. Sage squirmed around in his seat, his green eyes lazily opening as he felt the high from his blunt really hit him. How could he not feel relaxed at this moment? When Shay asked him if he was feeling relaxed, the brunette hummed and added, “If you keep doin’ this, i’ll feel more than jus’ relaxed.” He murmured out softly, Though, his eyes widened a bit more when Shay squealed that they were close and Sage smiled wide – pressing himself closer to the touch on his thigh. It was reassuring, and it also felt /so/ great. Shay knew what Sage liked before Sage himself sometimes. When Shay drove them into the fairgrounds, Sage blinked a few times and admired everything he could see within vision and tapped Shay’s shoulder a few times to tell him to look at certain things – like a funky car, or a cool tent. He was excited. He was excited that this place was him home for the next twenty four hours. When Shay had parked the car, Sage didn’t really /want/ to move but he did want to get everything set up for a fun weekend. Just, Shay had his hand on his thigh and in the back of his head, he wanted it to stay there. “Shay,” He whined, tilting his head of curls closer to the boy. “Promise that tonight after all the shows, we can get high and you’ll play with my hair?” He asked, pouting out his bottom lip at the boy. “No promises that I won’t make some pornographic noises, though.” He giggled, pushing the door ope but failing to still get out of the car.

shay: As they sat in the car, Shay’s hand still kept the constant motion of his palm slow against the fabric of Sage’s pants, fingers tracing the inside hem each time his hand grew closer to Sage’s knee. “Of course I’ll still play with your hair, babe. I /love/ your hair.” He pressed his temple against the edge of the head rest, eyes watching as Sage’s face relaxed and his head leaned into the grazing of his fingers along his scalp. “Well, I’m not sayin’ those are /bad/ noises, li'l pea pod. So y'can make 'em if y'want.” After shooting his best friend a wink and tugging gently at the locks in his grasp, he brought his hands back to himself when Sage opened the door. “I’ll still keep my hand in your hair as we walk around, 'kay? We jus’ got'ta get out first so we don’t miss the festival.” He let out a soft laugh, pushing his body out of the vehicle, even though the thought of just lounging around with his hands in Sage’s hair all day sounded delightful and wonderful. “We can spend /next/ weekend with my hands just like that for the whole weekend, I swear it.” After closing his door, e walked around to where Sage was still in the car and grabbed the boy’s hands to hoist him out of the car and into his arms. They’ve been there for only a minute and Shay’s already pulling Sage into a warm embrace. “Thanks for thinkin’ of me and askin’ me to come here with ya, babe. It was honestly the best surprise. Couldn’t ’ve asked for a better best pal, I swear it.” He placed a soft kiss on Sage’s cheek bone before he let go of the hug, still keeping an arm around his shoulders. “D'you want to set up our tent first and pick a spot now? Or d'you want to walk around and listen to music first? Actually, let’s just walk around first, because once we set up the tent, I’m jus’ gonna want to snuggle, and I won’t ever want to get up.” With a bright smile, he let go of Sage just for a short moment so he could get into the back seat and grab his bag of intoxicating brownies before they wondered off. Rather than slinging an arm around Sage as he did before, he chose to instead take hold of Sage’s hand, squeezing it in his own before taking them toward the direction of the music. “Shoot!” He said with a pout, pulling them to a halt and dropping Sage’s hand to go run back to the car. Walking back toward Sage, he had the two flower crowns in his grasp and he happily put his own around his head before setting the other on Sage’s curls. “We’re like the flower princes or somethin’ like that.” He giggled softly, wrapping his hand around Sage’s once again because he couldn’t last a second without touching Sage when he was sober, much less when he was as high as a kite. When he saw a small stage and people gathered in front swaying to the music, he excitedly tugged Sage toward the commotion, practically running through the green grass to get in on the fun. They weaved through a few people who didn’t seem to care about getting in front because they were most likely too high to care, and Shay found a good spot for them to stand and listen to the music. After sending a squeeze to Sage’s hand, he let go of it, deciding that he’d rather keep his arm wrapped around Sage’s waist instead, with his fingers scratching at the small of Sage’s back. “This is so /rad/, right?” He asked, leaning up to keep his voice close to Sage’s ear.

Sage: Sage tried not to blush, and he believed that it worked but he couldn’t be too sure. With the wink that Shay gave him and the feeling of the boys fingers in his hair, it was hard to keep a blush away. Feeling blissed out and relaxed, Sage hummed as he felt Shay tug on his hair and he knew that was going to start becoming a thing but Sage didn’t mind one bit because he really fuckin’ loved the feeling of having his hair played with and tugged on. It was more relaxing than a shoulder rub or a back massage. A whine of protest left Sage’s mouth and he was almost ready to climb right into Shay’s lap but the boy explained that they should get out of the car so that they shouldn’t miss the festival and Sage realized that that would be a good idea. “M'kay.” Sage hummed, allowing the boy to pull him out of the car and he fit snug into his side as he fell into the boys arms. Sage giggled as it became a hug, and he hugged Shay right back and pretty tightly as the blonde thanked him. “No problem, love.” He whispered right back to him. “M'always thinking of you, y'know. You make me happy, and I like to be able to repay you with cool things and stuff. Things that’ll make you happy like the way you make me happy.” Which, was completely true. He probably wouldn’t have admitted that if he wasn’t so high right now but was /was/ high and he /did/ admit it and well — That’s that. He let Shay leave his side to go grab the brownies and when he came back, Sage didn’t hesitate to reach for the bag and steal a brownie out before stuffing his face with the dessert. He wanted the food more for the chocolate and less for the weed at this particular moment, if he was being honest. Sage stopped, watching as his friend charged back to the car and he was a bit confused, stuffing the rest of the brownie in his mouth and before he knew it he had flowers in his hair like he was at work. And so did Shay, and he could really get used to this. “The flower princes of the festival.” He commented after swallowing the dessert and letting Shay drag him towards the music. This was the perfect getaway and Sage knew it because it had just started but Sage has never felt more relaxed and stress-free before in his life. Everyone around him seemed so at peace like they were having the time of their life just enjoying the music and being around one another and he liked seeing people who felt the way way he did when he was around Shay. Just – happy to be be around someone. He could only say that he felt like that when it came to the blonde boy that had opted for wrapping an arm around his waist. Sage let his eyes fall on the performer as he listened to the music and he got distracted once more when Shay’s breath hit his neck and ear as he spoke to him. He turned to look at the boy and nodded, reaching for the bag of brownies once again and taking one out but not for him – For Shay. He needed him to try and be as high as he was, because nothing was more fun than being high with your friend. He broke a piece off, trying to feed it to the boy with a giggle as he hummed along to a song he’s never even heard of before but totally thought he knew. “Has this song been on the radio before?” He asked out of nowhere, stealing a piece of the brownie for himself and breaking off another piece for Shay. “Because, I don’t think I’ve heard it before but I totally, like – … I totally know the beat and the melody.” Sage nodded his head along with the music as he wrapped an arm around Shay to bring himself closer to the blonde and out of everyone in the crowd, these two probably looked more like a couple than any real couple. They just couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. “W-when we set up the tent and stuff – when we’re ready t'cuddle, we can use my pipe or blunts and smoke the evening away.” He told Shay, giggling into his neck as he pressed his face into his shoulder.

shay: Those words of /you make me happy/ and /things that’ll make you happy like the way you make me happy/ stayed circling around Shay’s mind as they stood in midst of the dancing, singing, and relaxed crowd. He absolutely /loves/ to make people happy, anyone really, but when he gets to make someone happy that’s most special to him, well, that’s a thousand times better than anything he could ever hope for. Blue eyes watched Sage’s fingers as the grasped and picked apart a brownie from the bag, but it wasn’t for him, it was for Shay, and that made the blonde smile. “Mmm, yummy,” he hummed as his lips closed around Sage’s finger just for a moment to grab the chocolate dessert. “I’m not sure. I think so, though,” he started to say to answer his best friend’s inquiry. He grabbed Sage’s wrist and brought the boy’s hands up to his lips. Furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to think of a moment he’d heard this song on the radio, he wrapped his lips around Sage’s finger, trying to get the small chocolate mess that littered the boy’s fingertips. “Oh!” he said, turning to Sage after he’d finished taking off the chocolate of one finger and moving onto the thumb. “I think this was on the radio that time we drove to school after my dentist appointment, remember? Still can’t believe you came with me, but I’m glad you did.” Smiling around Sage’s thumb, Shay finally felt satisfied with the work he’d done to get the treat off of Sage’s finger. Needing to be close to the boy next to him (like he always did, so what’s new), he stood behind Sage and wrapped his arms around him, fingers fluttering over Sage’s tummy. He tried to rest his chin on Sage’s shoulder, but it was a little more difficult because, well, Sage is /very/ tall, and Shay’s not short, but he’s not as big as his not-so-lil pea pod. After letting out a huff, Shay took his arms away from Sage, but only for a moment because he stood in front of Sage, and grabbed the brunette’s arms to wrap them around his own waist and settled his hands atop of Sage’s. “Yeah, we can do that. I brought more’a these,” he said, holding up the bag of brownies in his grasp that was almost empty. “And I brought food with me, ‘cause you know mom. Always wants us to have a fell tummy, she does. “ ‘ve got water, scooby snacks, obviously, doritos, and she packed a cooler with some fruit in it and some naked juices for you. There are some lunchables in there for me.” Shay let out a giggle, swaying to the music with Sage’s arms wrapped around him, and in this moment he felt so happy. He knows that this is a time he’ll always remember. The music was chill and relaxing but still upbeat and fun to listen to, and maybe that was just all of the weed in his system that made him feel so relaxed to this song, or maybe it was just Sage’s presence, but all Shay knew was that this whole scene feels /amazing/. Leaning back into Sage a little, he let out a soft hum of contentment. “D’you wanna go wonder around some more and listen do some stuff for an hour or two and then set up the tent? ‘Cause then we can leave it there or stay there, ‘nd jus’ do whatever.” He was mostly saying that because setting up the tent meant snuggling, and Shay was /definitely/ in snuggling mood today.

Sage: When Sage asked about the song after he fed the blonde boy, he expected just an answer. Not an answer, and the delight to see the other male wrap his lips around his fingers. His bright green eyes watched curiously as Shay’s lips took his fingers and decided that the left over chocolate was theirs. One finger was fine, but as Shay continued to explain where this song was from – he moved on to Sage’s thumb and his cheeks were blushing harder than before but he would just blame it on the sun. He’s pale, his soft skin burns easily. “I – I .. I ..Yeah.” He stammered out, watching Shay closely until he decided that he’s gotten most of the chocolate off his fingers. Clearing his throat to try to gather himself, Shay seemed like he didn’t want that to happen because he was touching the boy in every possible way now which made Sage only blush harder. Pulling the two apart, Sage let his best friend move in front of him and Sage happily obliged to wrapping his arms around the smaller of the two from behind. It was better this way since Shay is so much smaller than he is but this always happens with Sage. Sage always picks the spot for the smaller person and he loves it. He’ll be the little spoon but always spoon with someone smaller than him. Or, he’ll sit on the smaller of the two’s lap. He’s basically just the big little spoon, and Shay is the little big spoon. It may not fit perfectly, but at the end of the night — They both seem comfortable. “Mm – I love naked juice.” He commented after Shay was done speaking about what they had for food. As Shay leaned back, Sage leaned forward and rested his chin onto the boys shoulder a bit with a smile. “Yeah, we can do that.” He mumbled, squeezing his arms around Shay and pressing a tiny kiss to his jaw before pulling back and tugging the boy away from the busy crowd. He reached up to fix his crown with one hand, his other arm still wrapped snug around his best friend’s waist as the two continued to walk. “The music here is insanely relaxing and fun to listen to. We’ll have to make note of these bands so that when we get home we can listen to them in the car and always remember this festival.” Sage gushed, now moving on to fix Shay’s flower crown a little. 'You look /so/ cute in this, by the way. Now, I remember why I was so into you when we first met.“ He giggled, realizing he blabs /way/ too much when he’s high. But, he never worries about it when he’s blabbing to Shay because usually, it’s nothing that Shay didn’t already know.

shay: The feeling of Sage’s lips touching his jaw wasn’t totally unexpected, but it was completely welcomed as Shay moved his jaw closer to the fleeting touch. His own arm mirrored Sage’s, crossing over the inked arms to press his palm against Sage’s hip bone and pressed his cheek to his best friend’s shoulder. “Hey... Is this you trying to tell me that you /don’t/ want to listen to the new Taylor Swift album on the way home? Because listen, pal. I love her. You know what? Kendall Jenner, too. But I won’t forget–– If I don’t marry them by thirty then I get to spend the rest of my life with my /bestest/ friend.” The smile on his lips was bright enough to be seen from the moon at Sage’s compliment. Maybe his cheeks were red from blood rushing to them from the mention of Sage’s old crush, or maybe his cheeks were just hurting from the wide, mega-watt smile he was sporting. Either way, his blue eyes sparkled right along side those red cheeks. “Still can’t believe y’never told me about that,” he said, stopping them in their tracks so he could wrap his arms around Sage’s waist and lean up to press a big kiss on Sage’s dimple. Shaking his head and leaving Sage’s grasp, the distance between them and the few seconds of not touching only lasted so long because Shay was pressing his palms to the top of Sage’s shoulders to hoist himself up. His arms wrapped around the brunette’s neck and his legs struggled in his tight jeans to wrap around Sage’s waist, but eventually he stretched the fabric enough to get into the piggy-back-ride position. With his arms hanging loosely around Sage’s neck and his cheek resting against the side of Sage’s head, the flowers of the corwn on Sage’s head tickled the skin of his cheek as he tapped his palms against Sage’s torso and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “Let’s /go/, my li’l pea pod. The festival awaits,” Shay said excitedly, hands gripping the fabric of Sage’s shirt. His eyes could’ve been looking around at the people, the nature, the singers, the sights–– but all he could watch was each of Sage’s legs taking step after step. “Y’know... You do have pretty great legs, like... Very muscular. Oh! That reminds me! Y’should draw me another carrot, ‘cause like... The last one wore off, much to my disappointment. Maybe we can just make a stamp, and everyday I’ll just have you stamp the carrot on my bum. That could be fun! But we’d have t’get one for you, like, a pea pod or something that I could stamp on /your/ butt. Then we can really be peas and carrots, just... With out butts! Truly amazing, like... Prob’ly the best idea I’ve ever had.”

Sage: Sage let out a tiny 'oomph' when he felt Shay put all his weight onto his back, but it really wasn't a lot of wait. He was just surprised by the sudden attack on his back and the feeling of a small person crawling up and wrapping their legs around him. Without arguing, Sage reached behind him and pushed Shay up his back by his bum and he might've given it a little pinch in the process but how could he /not/ touch the blonde's bum without giving a little extra? "I never told you about that because it was just completely embarrassing." He giggled, carrying Shay on his back as the two explored throughout the festival. "I mean -- I always like people out of my league, and I know that. But, you? I was /way/ out of my league. I mean, I was amazed that you even wanted t'be my friend at first but you're super sweet to everyone. M'just lucky that I was able to become y'best friend." He paused for a moment, smiling when he felt a pair of lips press into the side of his head and the affection was very wanted, but it always /is/ wanted. A light blush grew onto Sage's cheeks when Shay mentioned his legs and it was rare when people complimented him on something over than his hair, so when people did --- he always got a bit flustered but it was also Shay giving him the compliment and he knows that Shay always means what he says to him. "Thank you," He mumbled shyly, continuing to walk throughout the festival and pointing out things to his best friend silently. "I'll draw one on again tonight while we're gettin' high in the tent." And he laughed at that because here he was -- high as a kite but still talking about getting high. "I'll draw it with more detail, but no promises that I won't bite it. Had to resist last time, it's like the perfect lil' apple. So plump, and lovely." Sage was laughing through his words now, his hands resting on the back of Shay's thighs as he moved around a booth and a few people who were also enjoying the festival. It was quite full and busy, which made the scene so much more exciting. "Want to go get a drink? They're sellin' some over at that booth." He told Shay, pointing ahead of the two and turning his head a little to look at the blonde. His flowers were brushing against his friends face which made him giggle as he repositioned his flower crown again. "Oops, sorry." He smiled apologetically.

shay: “It’s not /embarassing/, Sage. It’s cute, and it makes me happy, and––” he stopped himself when he heard the words /“way out of my league”/ and /���amazed that you wanted to be my friend”/, and even though Sage couldn’t see it, Shay was giving off the biggest pout the world has ever seen. “I call blasphemy on that one, Mr. Pea Pod, because you are the greatest, and /you’re/ the one out of everyone’s league, like–– I think those weed brownies have made y’a bit wacky in the brain there, petal.” His fingers reached up to rub into Sage’s scalp for only a moment before returning to their original position of loosely wrapped around the brunette’s neck. “And /anyways/ of course I wanted t’be your friend, like... You’re literally so rad that I don’t even know how someone like you even exists sometimes. It goes along the lines of ‘how was the universe created?’, ‘how many stars like the sun are out there?’, ‘how can the universe be so fuckin’ big?’, and ‘how the hell can someone be as rad as Sage?’ That’s pretty much how those late night thoughts go, y’know?” His hands moved, palms and fingers squeezing at Sage’s shoulders as they walked through the chilled to the max crowd of people and melodies mingling with the scent of weed in the air. “No promises, huh? Well, I’m fine with it. Y’can take a bit of my bum, since that crush is probably heatin’ up I bet, on account of my squishy but and my cute flower crown.” He pressed a laugh close to Sage’s ear, a smile already forming on his lips when he saw Sage’s finger pointing to the booth with people and beer and food and drinks, and Shay felt like smiling wider than what he was physically capable of. When he felt the tickle of petals touching the warm skin of his cheek, a soft giggle left his pink lips, and he shook his head to brush off Sage’s apology. “S’okay, babe,” he said as they made their way closer to the booth. They had to wait for a moment, and while Shay knew he wasn’t the /biggest/ person, he still felt bad for making his best friend carry him, especially when the sun just started to peak out of the clouds and warm up the grassy area. Sliding down Sage’s back, he decided that he just didn’t want to let go, so he wrapped his arms around the boy in front of him, but this time he didn’t move around to the front because there wasn’t really anything to see, and he knew the Sage liked to be the one being held. /His big little spoon/. His fingers lightly scratched at Sage’s stomach over the fabric of the boy’s shirt, always feeling the need to give his best friend some sort of affectionate touch. As the line moved and they grew closer to the front, Shay let his grasp fall from Sage’s but only for a moment because he soon had an arm wrapped snuggly around Sage’s waist with a palm pressed warmly against his hip. “What can I get y���boys?” the man at the booth asked. “Um... I’ll just a have a cup of beer from that keg, please and thanks! And then whatever he’ll have.” He dug through his back pocket and found a crumpled up twenty dollar bill and gave it to the man, and let him know that he could keep the change, because Shay’s pretty sure that if he’s selling beer at a music festival, then he’s probably the type of guy who deserves it. “Looks like there’s a band startin’ up over there!”

Sage: Hearing Shay talk so sweet about him and their friendship made Sage's heart skip one too many beats. "You're the kindest person in the entire world, did you know that? I don't think anyones ever called me 'rad' before and I actually absolutely love that." He giggled out, humming when he felt the pressure on his shoulders from Shay's squeeze. It was reassuring and comfortable and Sage was just really happy right at this moment and he kind of wished that he could stay here at this festival with Shay for maybe like a month instead of a weekend. He would love to go away, somewhere far with Shay to just relax and forget about life problems. Shay made him forget about everything icky in his life so easily. "Just remember --- You gave me consent to bite y'butt. So, don't go cryin' when I do it." He teased, letting the blonde slide down his back as they approached the stand with alcohol. He was going to ask Shay why he got down, but stayed silent as he felt Shay's arms wrap around him from behind. A smile grew on his lips because he absolutely loved when Shay held him like this and he might've leaned back into the touch because he was really /that/ comfortable with Shay at this moment, waiting for beer. As they approached, and Sage was all red from all of the light touches --- Shay ordered a beer and after a second of thinking, Sage did the same. He was going to get money out but was beat and with a small grumble, he allowed Shay to buy the drinks. But, he was going to hear from him later. When their drinks were given to them, Sage grabbed them both and carefully handed Shay a beer after he had pulled away from the blonde's hold. "Here you are, my blonde baby." He said as he presented the alcohol with a giggle. "But, next time --- I will buy it. This whole trip is my gift to you, 'member?" When Shay pointed out another band starting, Sage just whined and grabbed Shay's free hand with his. "Can we maybe go set up our tent?" And it might've been because he was oh so desperate for cuddles and a smoke session with Shay but his friend didn't need to know that. "Just think we should get it done before there's no good spots left."

shay: Turning toward the hand linked with his and taking up some of Sage’s space, Shay smiled brightly nodding slowly with a haze still clouding around his mind. “Yeah,” he said softly, squeezing Sage’s hand and slipping his fingers in the slots between Sage’s. “Come on. then, my li’l pea pod!” Pulling Sage in the opposite direction they’d been walking the entire time, he took a long gulp of his beer, downing more than half of the cup from the few seconds without air. “We should set up the tent near one of the stages, that way we can chill in the tent, or like around it or something, and still here the music, y’know? That way we won’t get so tired walkin’ around.” Of course, though, what he actually meant was /if we set up the tent by the music, we can listen to it and snuggle, and you can touch my butt/. Yeah, that was a bit more accurate. Reluctantly, Shay let go of Sage’s hand when they got to his car because how else was he going to carry all of the tent stuff? Knowing Shay, he’ll probably find a way to touch Sage /somehow/ on the walk to find a place to kick it for the night. “Here,” he said, gripping his empty cup that he already finished and putting it under Sage’s cup. “M’gonna grab the tent and pillows and stuff, so y’can take this.” Gripping the strap of a bag that held the numerous blankets Shay’s mom had packed for them both, he placed the strap over Sage’s head and put it across his shoulders. “There we go,” he ended with a smile, punctuating it with a kiss to Sage’s dimple because a high Shay is an affectionate Shay. As much as he wished he could, he couldn’t grab Sage’s hand on their journey to find the perfect snuggling–– /tent/ spot. At the top of a small mound, with people sitting on blankets around tents and fires, Shay spotted just enough space to put his small, few person tent, and he honestly couldn’t wait to lay in his fluffy blankets and smoke with Sage write at his side. “C’mon, let’s get his thing set up real fast so we can get on with the snugglin’ and smokin’, because that’s the perfect combo if you ask me.” After blowing a kiss at Sage, Shay set the pillows down on the grass and took the pieces of the tent out of the bag. He’d put it together a bunch of times with Seth when they tent out in backyard during the summer because they may be in high school, but they still like to do elementary things. After poking Sage in the butt a few times with the metal pole and with his hands, Shay managed to get the tent together in record time. “/C’mon/, babe.” Shay impatiently whined, pushing the back of Sage’s neck with his head because he didn’t have any free arms or hands to do so. After dropping all of the blankets and pillows onto the slippery floor of the tent, Shay looked at Sage with a big smile and dragged him down to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Rubbing a nose against the temple of Sage’s head, he let out a happy sigh. Can we just smoke some and then go back out later if we want?”

Sage: "Sounds like a good idea." He told Shay, smiling at the thought of being able to get high and snuggle with his best friend while live music played for them. Festivals were like heaven, just on earth. Like, that Lana Del Rey line '' 'Heaven is a place on earth with you'. He could so dedicate that line to Shay and the music festival. "It s going t'be so comfy because we will be in the comfort of our own tent, listening to music." Just thinking about how the night is going to go made Sage smile and his dimples pop out more than usual because it was hard for him to smile this large. He only did when he was extremely content and happy and this was one of those times. Sage whined softly when the blonde let go of his hand, but he didn't complain much more when he was given Shay's cup and then he had a bag pulled over his head of curls that were matted down by a crown full of colorful flowers that he had twined into the branch of the crown. Sage blushed a light pink when there was a kiss pressed to his dimple and he made sure to bump Shay with his hip as the two walked back over to where the tent was going to be set up. He sipped at the alcohol in his hand as he watched Shay put the tent together because even if he wanted to help, he would only slow the blonde down. Whenever he felt the metal poke poke his butt, though, he gave it an appreciative wiggle for Shay's pleasure and a giggle to go along, so he was like the cheerleader of the tent making process. Not long, the two were then laying down inside the tent, and Sage could've just laid there forever. The soft breeze around the tent, the nice music and the smell of weed and fire --- This place was near perfection. "Yeah," He said simply, sitting up from where Shay pulled him down. He reached over to grab his backpack that he had packed and unzipped the top pocket. "I'm glad you ask that because I have various ways we can some tonight." The green eye'd brunette grinned down at the blonde as he pulled out a few glass pipes. "I bought these a few days before the festival. Aren't they nice?" He then moved to the smaller pouch and pulled out a bag full of pre-rolled blunts for the two and a lighter. "I was going t'bring my bong but if it broke, I would never be able to afford a new one. So, I left it." He gave a small shrug, pulled out a bag of weed for the pipes in case either one wanted to use it. "Alright --- Choose wisely, my friend." Sage laughed, pushing his bag over to the corner as he went for one of the blu

shay: Shay’s blue eyes glistened at the few pieces of glassware that would make him feel even higher and brighter than he was already feeling right now. “That’s okay, ‘cause I break stuff sometimes ‘cause m’a bit clumsy, so I wouldn’t want t’break any of your things,” he said, pouting afterward before grabbing one of the pipes from Sage’s grasp and the small plastic baggie full of his favorite plant, well, his favorite plant after sage, of course. “Y’know,” he started to say, packing the pipe with weed, feeling the anticipation rising in his veins to feel the intoxication of the weed. “Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like–– to go to college and want to be someone who does great things for the world. Like, Seth, and how he wants to be a green engineer and make energy green, and use whatever the hell he wants to use as energy, like–– like fuckin’ milk or somethin’ I don’t know.” Shrugging his shoulders, Shay finished packing the pipe and put his lips against the mouth piece and pressed the flame of his lighter against the opening in the bowl. After a deep exhale and inhale, he looked back at Sage, a lazy smile on his lips. “But I like where I am, and where I’ll be y’know? It might not be much, but running the shop and living in the house I grew up in... It sounds like a reachable dream or fantasy that I’m actually going to have one day, y’know?” Looking at Sage for a moment, he remembered their talk earlier in the car, and it made him lift a hand to keep Sage from taking a hit from the blunt in the boy’s grasp. Shay kept himself close to Sage, not taking his blue eyes away from his best friend as he took another hit. He didn’t exhale right away, though, choosing instead to place a thumb on Sage’s chin to open his mouth and lean forward to pressing their opened lips softly together. His exhale was slow and his fingertips touched the warm skin of Sage’s neck until he didn’t feel any air left in his lungs. Their mouth were still in each other’s spaces but they weren’t touching any longer. Shay’s eyes were closed as he pressed his forehead against Sage’s, a small smile forming on his lips. “Was that hot, then? ‘cause I definitely want to do that again... I’m gonna do that again.” His head was nodding against Sage’s not really waiting for an answer before he moved his body to lay half on top of his best friend. Eyes still glistening, he grabbed the blunt from Sage’s hand instead, inhaling the intoxicating aroma as much as he could before his face moved closer to Sage’s. Time, though, Shay let his lips open Sage’s lips as the gently touched, exhaling into the other’s mouth as his hand roamed over Sage’s shoulder and down his arm.

Sage: 'I like where I am'. Those five words echoed back in Sage's mind because wow, Sage never really thought about life like that. He was always hearing things about people wanting to move away and how going to a big university is what you have to do to make it big. But, what if you didn't want to make it big? What if you were content with just being at home? Making a home in your home. Sage wouldn't mind staying here, and he wouldn't mind staying with Shay. Though, he really has no clue what he wants to happen with his future, and he remembered that he had a blunt in his hand ---- So, why stress it right at this moment? Sage moved his hand to bring the blunt to his lips but was stopped when he was Shay halt him in a way. He lowered his hand,. confusion sketched on his face before a dark blush ran through his cheeks because Shay was just staring at him now as he took another hit from the pipe and Sage didn't know what he was doing until -- /oh/. His mouth fell open when he felt Shay's thumb against the skin on his chin and when their open mouths pressed together, Sage felt like he was about to faint. The smoke rushing into his mouth helped him calm down a bit, melting a bit as he leaned a bit into Shay, their mouths parting in due time yet they stayed close. "Y-Yeah.." He whispered, his eyes falling shut as he nodded. "So hot, best one yet." His lips curved into a tight smile, his eyes fluttering open when Shay said that he was going to do it again. This time, they used the blunt that Sage had lit, and there was something about the way that Shay pulled open Sage's mouth to blow the smoke past his lips. Something about the way his hands moved down his arms, and maybe a bit too much weed in Sage's system because before he knew it, he was saying, "I want to try." And he inhaled around the blunt he had lit, letting his eyes fall closed for a minuet. After taking a hit, he reached a hand up to rest on the back of Shay's neck and he pulled him down a bit closer but blew the smoke out against his lips. Not even /in/ his mouth, and that's because Sage now had pressed his lips into Shay's with /no/ intent on shotgunning. He was just kissing him, and he knew what he was doing but for some reason, he felt like it was normal. He was high, happy, and Shay had really soft lips. His hand curled into the blonde hair at the back of his neck as he pressed a slow kiss to Shays lips, blunt burning in his free hand.

It’s completely true that Shay’s never thought about kissing Sage, in fact –– it’s not true at all. The night of one of Angie’s infamous parties when they’d played the middle school game of spin the bottle, Shay’s spin had pointed right at Sage, and even beneath his drunken happiness, he still felt an overwhelming sensation of glee that he had the chance to kiss his best friend in the entire world. He remembers that kiss, but what he doesn’t remember is Sage’s lips being so /soft/ and so /full/, and Shay just wanted more kisses, more lips, more Sage. But he had to stop for just one second, lungs reaching for breath as his chest rose and fell quickly and heavily. “I–– Lemme––” Scrambled, Shay grabbed the blunt from Sage’s grasp, taking a quick suck of air from the still burning ember before tapping it on the plastic box that held a few snacks inside. Setting the blunt down on the box, Shay’s eyes instantly locked with Sage’s, not moving his blue eyes away from the other’s green ones for even a second as he made his way closer to him. Instead of laying mostly on top of Sage like he had been just a few moments ago, Shay laid on his right next to the other boy, placing a gentle hand on Sage’s far hip to pull him up onto his side. He shimmied closer, feeling the body heat radiate between them until all he could feel was Sage’s chest to his chest, and Sage’s nose to his nose. Slowly, barely, he nodded his head like he was giving Sage some sort of silence heads up that their lips were going to meet again, and a second later, they were. Shay’s soft lips pressed against Sage’s even /softer/ lips, hand running up Sage’s back until he could feel he finger tips touch the curly brown hair at the back of Sage’s head. They kissed and kissed and /kissed/, while Shay kept his fingers running smoothly through Sage’s hair. But then he wanted more again–– more kissing, more lips, more /Sage/. His hand kept rubbing at Sage’s scalp, using his body instead to move Sage back down onto his back so Shay could climb on top of him like they had been in the beginning. A hum slipped from Shay’s lips, and he could feel Sage’s warm breath against his lips. Gripping the brown curly hair in his grasp, he tugged on it softly, teeth grabbing at the boy’s lower lip as well, both in efforts to get Sage to open his mouth. Not wanting to wait, Shay’s hand left his best friend’s hair to place a thumb on his chin, slowly dragging it down to open his mouth like he had done earlier to shotgun the smoke in his mouth, only this time–– he wanted his tongue in Sage’s mouth. And he did just that. Shay slipped his tongue into Sage’s mouth, tasting the mix of marijuana and chocolate on the boy’s tongue, and somehow that only made it better because it tasted like Sage.  His hands went back into Sage’s hair, tugging at the stranded and rubbing at his scalp with their tongues tangled together in a way that felt like they’d done this a million time before, like they just know how to fit together.

Sage: Whoever said that kissing your best friend was a mistake was completely wrong, because Sage has never felt more alive than he does in this moment. When you meet Shay, you think of him as sunshine -- but he even tastes like sunshine. Sage thought it might've been the weed he was tasting against Shay's lips but he didn't care, he liked it. He liked this moment far too much. Letting the blonde take a swing of his blunt, he silently thanked Shay for getting that out of his hands, a small giggle falling from his lips as he was pulled flush against his date for the weekend and the smell of weed and alcohol filled the air along with music and voices from around their tent. It was so relaxing, and it was so --- needed. Soon enough, Sage was back on his back and the smaller of the two crawled right back onto top of him. A tingle went down his back as he felt Shay tug at his hair, causing a whine to fall past his lips rather loudly. His cheeks reddened quickly when the sound came out and he wanted to apologize but his lip was being bitten and then his mouth was falling open and smoke was being blown down his throat which relaxed him and kind of made the whole situation slip from his mind. Soon the smoke was replaced with Shay's tongue and Sage swore that his blonde friends tongue made him more high than the marijuana. Sage let his tongue move with Shay's, exploring the new area and /god/, Sage felt the tug at his chocolate curls again which emitted another whine that could also pass of a moan and his cheeks blushed harder than before at the music coming from his mouth. "Hey," He hummed against Shay's lips, forcing ending their kiss and regretting it a few seconds after he pulled away. "Hey," He repeated, nudging his nose against Shay's. "B-Be careful. Of my -- ... yeah, my hair. M'sensitive there." He smiled lazily up at Shay, kissing the corner of his mouth gently and letting his lips linger there to try and suggest that he wanted to kiss some more. "Don't want to be whinin' and gettin' all -- .. you know. So, ease up on it a lil' bit." His voice was scratchy and sleepy, a bit hazed from all the weed he's smoked today as he whispered against Shay's skin.

shay: A surge of panic ran through Shay’s body for just a moment when Sage’s voice sounded against his lips, a nose nudging his own as the movements of their lips meshing together came to a halt. His hands stopped, the grip he had on the curly, brown strands loosening as he nodded, smiling at the soft kiss placed against the corner of this smile. “Gettin’ all /what/?” he teased, leaning back down to kiss Sage’s cheek, hands moving down the other’s head, neck, then chest until he found a place to settle them, one on Sage’s shoulder, and the other resting on his chest. Giving the muscles of his shoulders a squeeze, his lips moved away from Sage’s, rather than toward them. Instead, they started down the trail of Sage’s smooth jaw line, lips dragging along the skin until he could press a kiss against his best friend’s neck. After a few lingering kisses to the skin at the hollow of Sage’s neck, Shay moved his face to hover over Sage’s once again, not wanting to do anything Sage didn’t want him to, and he definitely didn’t want to cross a line. They’ve never really kissed like /this/ before, so shay doesn’t know when or what is too far, and he doesn’t want to push his best friend into anything. So, he just smiled and looked at Sage, eyes so full of affection for his best friend, that the only way he could show it was to kiss him again. So he did. Shay pressed his lips to Sage’s again, a soft, gentle kiss that lingered for a few moments before Shay let his lips hover over Sage’s, barely touching as he kept his eyes shut. Only a second later he went back in for another, lips moving quicker, more passionately than the sweet kiss he’d given his best friends moments prior. His fingers squeezed more at Sage’s shoulder as his over hand scraped down the side of Sage’s torso to land at his hip. “I like this,” he mumbled against Sage’s lips, not giving him too much of a chance to respond as his tongue licked along the brunette’s lower lip before slipping passed his lips. A soft hum sounded from the bottom of his throat as he felt his tongue slide against Sage’s. God, he didn’t know if it was the weed, how much he loves Sage, or if Sage is just damn good kisser, but this is the best make out session he’s ever been a part of, and he really wishes it’d never end.

Sage: Sage left an overwhelmed giggle pass through his lips when Shay asked the teasing question of, 'Gettin' all what?' and that just made the larger of the two blush even deeper than he was before. " --- Y'know," He muttered, smiling at the small kiss to his cheek. The blush was still hot and fresh on his face as Shay decided to kiss down rather than up back to his lips which made his brow furrow but he relaxed soon enough when he felt the gentle and soft lips press against his smooth, pale skin. "Shay," He squirmed, green eyes blinking up at the tent ceiling before a shot of blue eyes came into his vision. He liked this view better, he decided and smiled up at Shay with a flushed and fluttered expression painted on his face. "I like --- " But, answering that question just wasn't an option as he got a mouthful of Shay's tongue in a new kiss and Sage really didn't mind. Talking or making out? Like that was a tough question. Sage wrapped an arm around the blonde's neck, pulling him down closer to him as his own lips worked generously against Shay's. His hand moved up to get lost in the blonde hair and as they kissed, Sage began to get restless beneath Shay. He was bigger, which made sense as to why he was below the boy but he needed to /move/, so that's what he did. Sage pulled back from the kiss and latched himself onto Shay before rolling the two over. He didn't even give Shay a chance to say a word before he pressed another long kiss to his lips, capturing the blonde's bottom lip between his teeth. After thinking for a second, Sage pulled back and let his green hues find the bright blue ones of Shay before speaking in a soft voice. "Hey," He breathed, his lips fairly close to Shay's. "You want t'try something?"

shay: Shay knew Sage didn’t necessarily /mind/ being the big spoon or, now, being the one on the bottom, support Shay above him... But he also knew that Sage /loved/ being the little spoon, and now he knew Sage loved being on top, the one being held and supported. Shay could do that, do this all night long. If this is what his pact with Sage would look like after he turned thirty, well maybe he would just have to make it to August 2027 without a wedding band on his left ring finger. /You want t’try something?/ Honestly, right now, Shay’s probably up for anything if it involves Sage, but even if he weren’t high, and they weren’t in a tent at a music festival and they were just chilling in Shay’s room... Even if they just decided to kiss like this for the first time without any weed in his system, which Shay hopes they’ll do in the future, he’d trust Sage with anything. He’s always joked that if he’s going to do anything with a guy it’d be with Sage, but it’s not that much of a joke to Shay because it’s true. Somewhere along the way from the moment the first met when Shay stood up to protest with Sage to now, Shay’s put his trust and his soul in Sage’s hands and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “Yeah. anything,” he whispered against the other’s lips, knowing right now might not be the time for that declaration of eternal adoration and trust, but he’ll have to let Sage know some other time. His hands slid down the long expanse of Sage’s back, not stopping when they felt the denim fabric of Sage’s skinny jeans. Without hesitation, thanks to the weed and his usually cheeky self, he pressed his palms into Sage’s denim covered butt, not removing his lips from Sage’s until he got a few squeezes in. “M’really up for whatever you want, Sage,” he said, kissing the corner of the boy’s mouth as one hand continued to grab the flesh of Sage’s butt in one hand while the other grazed along the skin of his lower back beneath his t-shirt.

Sage: A huge weight fell from Sage's shoulders when Shay replied in a way that made Sage know that he really did want to try something. High confidence was something that Sage got whenever he smoked, he also obtained liquid confidence whenever he drank. Being not sober was a way for Sage to do the things he normally wouldn't do and tonight, he was doing /this/. Not that he never wanted to do this sober, because he definitely /did/ but he would've never had the guts to actually initiate it. But, here he was. On top of Shay, their lips ghosting over one another as they whisper into each others mouths. The brunette let out a small squeak when he felt the boy squeeze onto his bum and a light pink blush spread across his nose at the sudden touch. He was blushing more because of how much he enjoyed it rather than the action itself and Sage pushed back into the touch a bit as he heard Shay tell him that he's up for whatever he wanted. That had Sage sitting up a bit more, his hands now pressed into Shay's chest to hold him up and he wiggled his rather small bum in Shay's hands before reaching over for the blunt that Shay had placed down. Sage placed it between his lips, reaching behind him for the lighter on the ground before relighting the blunt and taking another hit. Blowing the smoke from his mouth, he handed the blunt to Shay before pressing both of his hands back to the blonde's chest and this time, rolling his hips against Shay's gently in a small, circular motion that had Sage's whole face blossom into a red rose. Sage breathed out a bit more smoke as he grinded his hips down a bit more, leaning over so that their chests touched and he could dig his face in Shay's neck to muffle the tiny whimpers falling from his mouth. His blush was intense on his face and creeped down his neck as he breathed hotly against Shay's skin, his lips lingering there for a second. "T-Tell me .. Tell me i-if you want t'stop," He breathed out against his best friend's neck.

shay: He watched as Sage’s lips wrapped around the small blunt, chest rising with the inhale and falling with the exhale. There wasn’t much time to look at the bluish grey hue of the smoke above them, considering Shay felt a pair of hips pressing down against his in a type of friction that his body is /definitely/ appreciating. A quick inhale slipped through Shay’s lips as his eyes fluttered closed, feeling Sage’s hips move against him in such an amazing way that he realized /this/ was the true heaven. Actually... It wasn’t heaven /just/ yet. With his hands still on the curve of Sage’s bum, Shay squeezed the flesh in his grasp and pushed Sage’s body even closer to his own as he raised his hips up into Sage’s. “D––” He was trying to say /don’t/, but his first attempt was drained out by an appreciative hum at the attention to where his body truly wants it. “/Don’t/ stop,” he finally got out, a hand keeping steady movements of massaging Sage’s bum, but the other moved to the back of Sage’s head to tangle in his curls like before, remembering the words his best friend spoke about ‘gettin’ all... you know’. His fingers tugged at the curls gently once, then a bit rougher the second time, pulling in sync with the jerk upward of his hips. Here, right now, is about to be heaven–– Shay turned his face to look at Sage; the redness of his face only made Shay’s own face feel hotter as he leaned in and pressed their lips together, and without a second thought or hesitation, he slipped his tongue passed Sage’s lips to tangle their tongues together. If they kept this up, Shay’s going to be lucky he brought an extra pair of briefs because Sage’s going to make his come in his pants like a preteen. Another tug of Sage’s hair, another roll of his hips into Sage’s, and another gentle bite to Sage’s lower lip, and Shay was definitely feeling the strain of his jeans against his groin. “Sage,” he whispered against the boy’s soft lips, half a moan of pleasure and half to get the boy’s attention. “Can I–– Can––...I’m gonna come in these jeans, I’m–– /god/, Sage,” he said, arching his back and pressing his palm into the cheek of Sage’s butt to feel the pressure of Sage against him more.

Sage: Sage wasn't really expecting the reaction that Shay gave him, if he's being honest. He was expecting something a bit more subtle -- he was maybe even expecting a rejection of some sort. But, he was happily surprised with something completely different that made his stomach swoop and his toes curl. He thought that everything just felt /amazing/ but amazing intensified when he felt Shay's hands grip onto his little bum was was perched comfortably on the boys thighs and a welcoming push of the hips to match his own movements. That sudden move caused Sage to gasp from pure pleasure and in that moment he knew that the two were headed for the primrose path. He didn't mind at the moment, though. Everything felt so right, and so /nice/. The brunette couldn't hold back the small giggle that slipped past his lips as Shay tried to speak but his words got lost as a hum took over. Sage shouldn't have giggled, though, because when those two words 'Don't stop' actually left Shay's lips, Sage felt a whole new wave of euphoria wash over him. "G-God, /Shay/." He squeaked, gasping as he felt his hair being tugged and now he /knew/ what Shay's intent was because Shay was well informed about his little hair pulling kink. His breath was hot and heavy and he couldn't have controlled it if he wanted, but Shay did a good job by occupying his mouth by pressing their lips together in a kiss that matched the intensity of their hips. Sage was never one to /do/ this, he's never really just hooked up with someone for the hell of it or sex never just really /happened/. But, he wasn't complaining. A surge of confidence ran through Sage's body when he heard Shay whine about coming undone in the jeans he was currently snugged into --- which gave Sage another idea. "Shh," He shushed the blonde below him, his lips dancing against the boys as he dragged a hand slowly down the boys chest and his hips moving a bit slower. "Don't come," He quickly rushed out after, pushing his hips up to go against the direction that Shay was pushing him towards by his bum. "N-Not yet, just ---" Sage kept his forehead pressed into Shay's as he hand ventured lower ad his fingers dragged along the line of Shay's zipper. "Not t'brag or anything," He whispered, stealing a chaste kiss from Shay's lips between his sentence. "But, i've been told that m'great at handjobs." His pointer finger and thumb grabbed the blonde's zipper, and Sage pulled back a bit so that their eyes met. "May I?" And maybe he couldn't keep eye contact for too long but that wasn't his fault. He just had to dive back in and press a convincing kiss to the side of Shay's jaw, smiling against his skin sheepishly.

shay: Just the /knowledge/ of a finger grazing across the denim covering his overly sensitive erection the presses against the inside of his jeans. The sound of the metal teeth on his zipper being pulled open only made the rate of his heart quicken and the rate of his lungs pushing air in and out of his lips quicken. His hot breath pressed against Sage’s lips in the little space they had between their mouths. “Ple–– /Please/, I...” He let out a sound that was something between a whimper, a beg for more, and a moan, a reminder to Sage that he’s doing this... He’s making Shay feel this way, and that he /definitely/ needs to continue on this track. “Anything–– /Everything/, just––”  Reaching in between them, Shay loosened the button of his jeans, leaving a little bit of space for him to grab Sage wrist and put the boy’s hand on him. Back arching and moan catching in the back of his throat, Shay pressed his hips up into Sage’s palm. “Need to... I need to get–– /out/ of these jeans,” he said, scrambling beneath Sage to pull off his tight skinny jeans, which served to be a bit of a challenge, considering Shay didn’t want any inch of his body leaving Sage’s. The waistband caught around his knees, and Shay jerked his hips up to push them off, and that only push him farther on the scale of euphoria since he pressed even further into Sage. Finally, /finally/, he got those pesky jeans off, and now all he wants is to feel Sage’s hand touching, feeling, and pressing against him for the next century. “Touch–– /touch/,” he whispered, taking his hand off of Sage’s to let the brunette do what he wanted with Shay. His hands pressed at the small of Sage’s back, the warmth of Sage’s skin warming Shay’s palms, especially as his fingertips snuck beneath the waistband of sage’s skin tight jeans. The tops of his hands were hurting from the tight compression of the denim, but he just wants to feel Sage’s skin. He took his hands away from Sage’s back because until he could get Sage out of those tight pants, he wouldn’t be able to grab the skin of that boy’s butt. So, he settled for something else he knows Sage loves. Fingers trailing up Sage’s body, he grabbed the brown curly locks and tugged, pulling toward a side so he could see the long length of Sage’s neck. “H-Hopefully–– Hopefully this helps that... That crush, yeah?” He whispered, hot breath hitting the skin of Sage’s neck. A small smile was pressed into Sage’s neck as he said, “Better watch out, o-or I’ll–– /ngh/ –– I’ll be crushin’ on you right back.”

Sage: Sage's eyes were glossed over with ecstasy and a smile to match when Shay seemed to /really/ want this. Relief was just pouring from Sage, wanting to go forward more than anything and the encouragement from Shay was helping him fulfill what he really wanted to do because before long and a few stuttered words later --- Sage had his palm pressed into the boy after he had pulled out the button on his pants. It got better, though, because Shay then stripped his jeans off and the friction between the two while that happened felt absolutely --- ... delicious. Sage's heart was beating faster as things heated up between him and his best friend, and he couldn't leave Shay waiting any longer. The palm of his hand pressed into Shay's erect cock with a bit of added pressure, his green eyes turning a darker shade when he felt just /how/ hard Shay had become from their fooling around. It struck something in Sage, and another surge of confidence washed over him. He dipped his fingers over the tight band of Shay's boxers, tugging the front down to release the boy's straining erection. " -- My god," He breathed out, his cheeks turning a dark red as his eyes looked down at Shay's length. Parting his lips slightly, he wrapped long, slender fingers around him and began to stroke the boy at a gentle pace --- but that wasn't going to last long as he felt his chocolate curls being tugged and his head being pulled to the other direction. "I --- .." He let out a tiny moan, sighing out the rest as he felt the blonde's hot breath against the junction of his neck. "M-My god, Shay. Th-This isn't helping my crush at all. Y'tryna m-make me fall in love, or somethin'. Nice lips,' He paused, gasping softly for a hot second. 'Nice body, nice cock. Nice lad," Sage got a bit shy at his words since he let his eyes fall shut but his hand didn't let up, still moving at a calm pace. Though, his thumb began swiping at the head of Shay's cock to try and give him an extra push and Sage /may/ act shy, and reserved --- But he knows a few things. Sage grinded his hips into Shay's leg, long and heavy moans falling -- /spilling/ -- from his mouth as he sped up his movements on Shay's length. "Shouldn't --- I ... /god/.." He huffed, trying to speak but getting just a bit sidetracked from the actions at hand.

shay: Shay’s mind was flooding, thoughts and senses and breaths all screaming /Sage/ the moment he felt long fingers wrap expertly around his pulsing erection. God, he was a goner. Sage was... He was /good/ at this. Something in Shay always figured Sage to be a neat in the street freak in the sheets type of guy, a guy that knew what he was doing, and Shay’s never been more thankful to find his conclusions to be spot on. The slow, teasing tugs, the swipes over the leaking slit at head of his cock, the movements of the other’s hips against his legs–– God, Shay was trying with every will power, all of his might, not to unravel right there. “H-How about–– about you, though, huh? /Great/ lips, /g-great/ body, /amazing/ lad–– great cock. Remember after––” Shay’s words were cut off from the load moan sounding at the back of his throat, feeling the tightness and the heat pool in his lower abdomen as Sage’s hand continued to fuel that feeling inside him. “A-After we played out in the s-snow a–– a few months ago, /oh/ god, yeah–– just like that–– when we were changing I s-snuck a peak at y’changin’. Pretty big, huh?” Shay tried his best to pull off a smile, proving to be difficult because of the pants and hums and moans leaving his lips, but he still tried. “Shouldn’t–– you take your p-pants off, too? /Yeah/,” he finished for the other, sneaking his hands between them in a way to try to allow Sage’s hands to still continue their heavenly, or not so heavenly, work. Unzipping the fly and pushing open the button, Shay struggled to push the waistband passed Sage’s thighs because it was a bit too out of his reach. “/Fuck/,” he cursed, feeling himself growing too close to letting every ounce of desire pour out of him, when he’s barely even got a chance to touch Sage. He’s never... touched Sage like this before, or any guy at all, but his brain is so /Sage, Sage, Sage/, and he wants this. He’d be lying if he said he’s never thought about it before. When they’re sleeping so close together in only their boxers, every once in a while he wonders what it would be like to do this, but /god/ he didn’t know it would be this good. “M’goin’ t’touch y-you now,” he whispered, hot breath hitting his own lips as they ricocheted off of Sage’s. The moment his hand fit between them, Shay pressed his lips to Sage’s in an open-mouthed, sloppy, steamy kiss that made Shay’s stomach to somersaults. Then he felt a cloth covered erection in his palm, and all he could think is ‘what does Sage like?’ and ‘just do what would feel good’. He pressed his palm into Sage’s hard cock, wrapping his fingers around the bulge as much as he could through the fabric of the briefs. “I’m–– I’ve never–– Do my best––” He panted out through rallying touches of him to Sage and Sage to him. His lips fell from Sage’s nose touching as his blown pupils poured into his. “Let’s–– let’s take these––” he said, hand gripping the elastic of Sage’s briefs.  

Sage: Sage wasn't expected to be showered in compliments as he fooled around with Shay, but when the boy began listing off things --- a dark blush spread across his cheeks. That didn't stop him, though, from the movements his hand was making on Shay's growing erection and he made sure of it because if there was one thing Sage could do, it was keep a hand job going at a steady pace. Faltering was a scare practice for Sage when it came to things such as hand jobs or blow jobs, and now -- really, Shay was the only one to know such a fact about the junior. "Mhm," He hummed, smirking at the boys comment. "Know how t'use it, too." Sage whispered hotly against Shay's ear before Shay realized that the other boys pants were still on. He didn't fuss about taking them off, and let Shay play with the zipper and the bn as he continued to put most of his focus on Shay's cock, working a hand skillfully over it. Sage noticed that the blonde was getting pretty worked up and he slowed his hand down a bit but not all the way --- he still wanted to hear those beautiful sounds that kept coming from Shay's lips. "Yeah, go ahead." Sage replied as Shay was reluctant at first to touch his clothed cock. His hips stuttered a bit when he felt his best friend touch his twitching erection, a low breath falling from his throat at the touch because /god/, the anticipation of that one touch was well accumulated. "Mm -- /Shay/.." He gasped, feeling his fingers try to wrap around the outline of his length that was restricted by a thin layer of fabric. "I know, babe -- I .. I know you've never done this." He shushed the blonde, kissing the junction of his neck gently. "Y'doing so good, feels so good." Sage stopped his hand altogether before helping himself out of his own boxers, letting them slide down his long legs until he was able to kick them off. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his erection spring free, and breathe. "Just touch me how y'want to be touched, alright?" His sound was soft, yet clouded with lust.He began moving his hand again, his thumb attacking the blonde's slit as it did before. "Do y'best, your best is absolutely /perfect/." He panted out, sinking his teeth into the skin on Shay's shoulder gently.

shay: Shay’s never... He’s never felt so close to falling off such a high edge as right now; Sage’s hand wrapped around him, working him in just the right way, while his own hand is wrapped around Sage with a light nervous touch. But then he remembered... This is /Sage/, a person who wouldn’t laugh or yell or do anything cruel to Shay for not exactly knowing what to do here. Sage is a safe place, and Shay loves that about his best friend. He loves that the jagged jerks of his wrist as he pumped Sage’s cock to an offbeat rhythm wouldn’t be made fun of later, but he’d be /rewarded/ with a smile for trying, and hopefully succeeding at making Sage feel as good as Shay’s feeling right now. ‘/Just touch me how y'want to be touched/’ was somehow all Shay needed for it to really click. His one hand stayed on Sage’s cock, stroking so slowly, teasingly, just as he liked it himself, fist tightening each time it reached the head. The other hand stayed back to the curve of Sage’s bum, finally able to feel the warm skin against his finger tips as he gave it a squeeze. Massaging and kneading Sage’s butt, in turn, pushed their hips together even more, which left a little less room for their hands, but gave both of them another slice of glorious friction that just felt /so/ good. “Does it feel good?” He whispered in inquiry, praying that Sage was feeling as good as Shay, if not better. Turning his head, his nose caught on Sage’s cheek, and his lips began mouthing at any expanse of skin they could reach; jaw, chin, neck, cheek, anything until he could crane his neck enough for their lips to catch. Sage’s hand is searing hot against his red, pulsing erection, and /god/ he just wants more. More of /everything/. His tongue licked into Sage’s mouth, pressing agains the inside of his cheeks and tangling with the other’s tongue, and he can’t even believe he gets to be in this heaven right now. All of his senses are flooded with Sage; the sound of their moans tangling together, the feel and touch of Sage’s lips, hands and body against his, the sight of dark green, lust filled eyes and curly brown hair, and the smell of weed and Sage’s everyday smell that always fills his nose when he wears the boy’s sweatshirts. “S-Sage, I–– I’m–– You have–– Are you––” His toes are curling, his hips are bucking, and his grip it quickening on Sage’s cock as he feels that amazing, hot coiling in his lower abdomen. “/God/, I’m––” His hand keeps as fast as a pace as he can manage, while his other hand leaves Sage’s butt to pursue tugging at the curly strands of hair. With stars behind his eyelids and a rough tug of brown strands, he cries out, coming hard, harder than he’s probably ever come before, against the tight grip of Sage’s fist.

Sage: A light hum fell from Sage's lips when he felt the soft touch and squeeze that was presented to his bum, the relaxing kneeding helping the way his heart was beating harshly against his chest. Though, he couldn't relax too much in hat moment because before he knew it, their hips were pressing into each other again and all he could do was let out a weak moan, and then a following gasp at the amount of pleasure that was induced from that single touch. "Y-Yeah -- ... /Shit/." He whispered, his cuss word falling from his mouth like a loose breath. He leaned into the kisses being made on his neck and across other expansions of his skin, his hips bucking into Shay's hand desperately as he felt a twist erupt in his stomach. "Oh -- ... Oh god," Sage moaned, though it was cut off short by a mess of lips and Sage couldn't get enough of kissing Shay even if he wanted to. His tongue moved around in his mouth at such a delicious pace and his own tongue chased after it in effort to have more, more, more. Sage was melting into his best friend's touch, the boys non-skilled, yet seemed extremely skilled, hand worked up and down his angry erection perfectly which caused heavy breathed and surprised squeaks to come from Sage whenever Shay decided to move his hand around in a new way. The pace of his hand was bringing Sage closer and closer, his own hand not giving up as Shay began to stutter out words and Sage knew /exactly where this was leading. "Come, babe. Come on." He encouraged the blonde, chanting small 'yeah' and 'more's into the junction of Shay's neck as each boy began to meet their climax. Sage yelped out louder than usual when Shay pulled on his hair because he was /also/ right at the brink of coming /everywhere/ and the tug just sent him over. Feeling Shay release all over himself made Sage buck his hips a few more times into his hand before gripping onto the boys shoulder with his free hand and digging his nails into it. "Shay!" He cried out one final time, coming hard over the two of them. His chest rose and fell at a rapid pace and he quickly went to hide his face into Shay's neck, his whole pale face during the deepest shade of red you could imagine because /shit/, he just shared a handjob with his best friend and came. /Hard/. "Sorry," He laughed out nervously, his fingers smoothing over his shoulder were he dug his nails into.

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“I just–– I know what–– What liking leads to, y’know? And I don’t––” He wishes he could find the right words to say to make her understand the crazy, whipping thoughts that tangle through his mind. "I’ve... I’ve had feelings before, and they weren’t–– They just weren’t reciprocated, and I thought what I felt was love, and now I know that it wasn’t, and–– I want love, like–– That’s not–– I’m just not––” The blond rolled his eyes at himself for once again not being able to say what he’s thinking and feeling, which is something he used to be good at. “Y-Yeah, I’m–– Things are just––” He paused, making a weird motion with his hands that hoped came of as things are just crazy. “I’m okay, though... No worries, I’m just... Y’know... Trying to adjust to the changes about to happen just like everyone else.”

As she listened to Shay confess all of the things that he’s kept bottled up for all this time, Dhalia didn’t know how to respond. She couldn’t deny the fact that she missed him because she knew that she would be lying to herself if she did. The reason why the two of them suddenly stopped talking as often as they used to was unknown to her — but she had a feeling that her leaving soon had something to do with it. It was the cause of most of her current problems. “I-I like you too, a lot actually. I know I’m going to be away…but that doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” Since she never really told Shay how she felt about him, doing so now made Dhalia nervous for some reason. “It’s not your fault. I haven’t been there for you either, and I’m sorry for that.” She looked down at her feet for a moment, letting out a quiet sigh before meeting his eyes. She knew that something wasn’t right just by looking at him. “Are you really okay? You know that you can talk to me about anything, right? I’ll listen…” 

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In any given moment, if Shay were to run into someone in this small town, people would say “oh I’m sorry, hun!” or something along those lines, so when he heard sass and attitude heading straight back at him, he was a bit surprised. “I said... You know what? Whatever, it doesn’t matter what I said. Just–– I’m sorry, alright? I’m pretty sure you ran into me, but I didn’t need to bite your head off. Um–– But also, you didn’t need to bite my head off so...”

With her relatives flying in from the UAE and her parents being extremely obnoxious (but hey, what’s new?) with the preparations, Naarah desperately needed to get out of the house. She doesn’t understand why it was necessary for all of them to come. Hell, she doesn’t even know the reason why they were all actually coming for a visit. Was it her parents anniversary or something? Who knows, who cares. She decided to wander around the park. She remembered going a lot when she was younger so it wouldn’t hurt to go someplace she once loved. The girl was enjoying her walk when she felt herself bumping into someone. “What the fuck is your problem?” Her demeanor turned cold but when he apologized, she softened up a little. “You were just what, hm? Tell me because I’d really, really like to know,” she put her hand on her hip and waited patiently for his explanation.

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“Dude... Hell yeah, I need to party out some of that boredom I was feelin’ before I left. That’s pretty much the only reason why I left, y’know? Jus’ somethin’ else to do. I mean, I love our town and everything, but there’s only so many times I can be asked about prom king by all the older ladies that want t’remember their glory days.” Shay shrugged his shoulders because he wasn’t exactly lying, since he’d been a little bit bored... Actually not really, since he had Sage and Theo and everyone else to keep him company, but he thinks his explanation was believable enough. “You’re so cute, look at you–– gushin’ over there about your best friend turned to lover. You’re probably going t’get turned into a lifetime network original movie if you aren’t careful.”

“Like a little vacation, that’s awesome! I bet it was a cool drive, too.” Skylar nodded, sensing a bit of nerves, maybe, in Shay’s voice, but decided not to think much about it. “Well, it’s good to have you back. People’ve missed you around here. Hey––by the way, one of your incredible parties is greatly needed some time soon.” The boy laughed, trying his best to lighten the tone of the conversation. “Mari and I are good,” he started, “happy and good.” Sky looked towards the ground for a few seconds, keeping the color from rushing to his face. “She’s just… great. I don’t know––it’s like we’re still best friends, but we get to do fun stuff, too.”

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“I’ve, um–– Uh–– I was just visiting some family, y’know... Staying with my uncles in New York and stuff. S’been fun, and I drove along the east coast for a little while. Just, uh–– Spending some time out’a town, y’know? Just somethin’ different. Nothin’ major.” The words were a bit more awkward than Shay’s normal speech, but he was hoping Skylar wouldn’t really notice. “So, how’ve you been? How’s Mari, or I guess–– How’re you and Mari?” he asked trying to hopefully get the subject on something else. 

“No, no,” Skylar immediately worked on apologizing. He was so focused on looking down at the texts on his phone that he hadn’t even noticed another person and him were about to collide. But the voice made his train of thought completely derail. “Shay?” He asked, taking half a step back to look at the boy. “Hey,” Sky greeted, a little confused. The past week, Skylar had been busy and had barely gotten around to seeing any of his friends besides Marisol and Axel, but he still managed to get the news that Shay wasn’t in town. “Where’ve you been, dude?”

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He can’t know, were the only words circling his mind when his eyes locked on his curly-haired best friend. The downfall of the picture-perfect Hansen household was not something on his list of topics he wanted to discus with anyone, much less the person who knows his family the most–– the person that’s an honorary part of the Hansen household. So instead of crying on the other’s shoulder, clinging to him, and pouring his heart out like every bone in his body wants and needs to do, he wrapped his arms around Sage in a regular hug. Shay kept Sage in his arms for four seconds before letting him go and beaming a smile at the boy, praying that the falseness of it wouldn’t show. “I missed you, too, pea pod. A lot.”

Sage usually went to the park to clear his mind during his breaks at the flower shop, and it was his favorite area to just take a breather. With Shay being gone, he’s been a bit worried all week —scared that he wasn’t okay or that maybe something bad happened. He tried to be as positive as he could and as he cleared his thoughts, he felt a sharp hit to his shoulder and gasped as he began to apologize immediately. Though, Sage went silent when he realized the harsh words were coming from Shay and his face turned a dark shade of red from embarrassment and confusion. “I — M’sorry.” He whispered. “I – … Hi. Hello. Shay, are you – … I missed you.”

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A single huff of breath escaped his mouth when he saw who he’d run into along the park’s path. Of course, he thought to himself. His heart was already in shambles from his family issues, why not throw in the girl who never stood a chance with into the mix. Beautiful. Smelling the aroma around her, he could faintly smell the scent of whisky, and he shook his head at her. “Nice, T–– just come to a park wasted–– A park, where kids and cops frequent.” Normally, he can be civil and nice with Tylah–– despite how awkwardly and heart-breakingly (mostly on Shay’s part) things ended between them. But today was his first day back from his week long journey through figuring out his parents’ secret, and he was not in the mood to deal with anything. 

getting drunk or high was something tylah found great interest in. the brunette usually got drunk alone when she desperately wanted to run away from her problems and today was one of those days. after getting into a heated argument with her parents, the girl found herself drinking away an entire bottle of crown royal, where she suddenly felt much better. deciding it would be much better to go out than stay cooped up in the house all day, she made a beeline out the door, wanting to travel the town. because she didn’t want to draw too much attention to herself and earn a MCA for being a minor consuming alcohol, she went to the park. at first she thought she was alone, but when she felt a tough blow to her shoulder, she whipped her head to the throbbing pain. “i’m s-sorry.” she slurred, not daring to look at the person in fear they might be a police officer or someone with authority. “it’s fine,” she rushed, keeping her head low and eyes forward.

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Instantly, the guilt rushed through his body as he went to help Jazzy up, but she had already gotten to her feet before he could do so. “I’m–– Me? Jaz, I–– I knocked you down? God, I’m so sorry. I just can’t get anything right or together or just––” He rubbed at his eyes, not needing to show that there’s something wrong. Too many words have already stumbled from his lips and he doesn’t need anyone knowing about where he’d been the past week and a half, or at least why. “I was just–– on a little trip, y’know? Takin’ time to just–– like, see family and stuff. Then I drove along the coast for a li’l bit of the week and stuff.” He gave her a small smile, nodding along with his words. None of the words were lies, he just left out most of the happenings and whereabouts. 

she had to get used to walking on her leg again, without the crutches, without the cast. so she went to the park even though she was grounded and began walking along slowly. her head was down as she concentrated on the ground underneath her feet and focused on not putting too much weight onto her leg. she was all caught up in thoughts until she felt a hard hit to her shoulder realising she walked into someone. they were definitely bigger than the petite girl, making her stumbled backwards slightly and lose her balance. soon enough she was on the ground before looking up to the harsh words of shays. “shay?” jasmine said quietly, immediately sensing something was wrong. standing up slowly from the ground, she brushed herself off. “shay –– i what? are you alright, i like… i haven’t seen you in so long.” 

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The moment he saw who he’d run into just moments ago, the tenseness of his shoulders dropped but his eyes widened just a little because it was Dhalia–– Dhalia that he hadn’t spoken to in a while and never gave her any explantation as to why or a single warning. “I-I–– I’m–– Uh, yeah.” His fingers clamped together in front of him and his eyes suddenly moved to a rock sitting on the park’s walking pathway. Then, it all just came out–– the words that threatened to spill every time he saw her in the hallway or around town suddenly bursted from his lips. “I’m sorry–– Listen, I–I know... I know I’ve been just–– I’ve been absent, and I‘ve just–– not been there for you or-or with you... I just... well, I–– You’re–– You’re leaving, right? And... I-I–– I was starting to really like you, and–– I see what Sage is going through with Theo leaving, and––” He stopped, finally picking his head up to look at her since he started his string of sentences that were barely qualified as sentences. “I guess I didn’t–– don’t ––know how to really... explain it, or myself, and right now is just–– so many things are all over the place, and–– I’m sorry.”

After hearing her mother complain about how much time she’s spent at home, Dhalia figured that she should get out of the house. For some strange reason, she lost the motivation to go out like she normally did — actually, she lost the motivation to do most of the things that she once loved doing. She only left to the park so that her mother would stop with her constant nagging. She decided that she would take a few pictures with her camera while she was out. Dhalia walked aimlessly through the park with her head held low as she toyed with the camera, trying to think of the perfect place to take pictures. She quickly lifted her head up once she felt her shoulder make contact with someone else’s. Before she would mumble an apology, she was cut off by Shay’s harsh words. “I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going…” Nodding at his apology, she noticed how he didn’t seem like himself. “Are you alright?” 

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HEY GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM ALASKA

bob barker the moose

ALSO ME THO :’)

IM GONNA BE P BUSY TOMORROW BUT I’LL BE ON TOMORROW NIGHT AND I’LL TRY TO DO MY SELF PARA TOMORROW NIGHT TOO FOR SHAY’S LIL ROUGE TRIP

ANYWYAS I MISSE D YOU GUYS AND I CANT WAIT FOR YOU GUYS TO SEE THIS NEW PLOT FOR SHAY :’)))))))))

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He felt... different. The entirety of this past week has made him feel like a different person, even though it’s not as if he found out his parents aren’t his parents–– He just found out they’ve been keeping an enormous secret from him that he hasn’t figured out what to do with yet. All of those swarming questions made him need space and time away from everything, including the people he loves, and normally when Shay’s away from his favorite people, he gets irritated. So when he was walking outside in the park, still thinking, thinking, thinking, and someone’s shoulder hit his fairly hard, the first thing out of his mouth was: “Hey, ever heard of watching where the hell you’re going? Pretty fun tactic.” But the moment the words left his mouth he knew that the harshness wasn’t him. A sigh left his mouth as he murmured, “Sorry” multiple times to the familiar face. “I didn’t–– I was just–– nevermind.”

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@shayngel: sometimes when you lose yourself you find yourself

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@lbrcedes: @shayngel and forget all abt me ..... ? :(

@shayngel: @lbrcedes youd be always in my heart tho ily :*

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@shayngel: lolol maybe i will apply to college just to get the hell outta here lolol

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❝did you find her?❞

a self para in which shay finds out some interesting news that spikes his blood pressure a bit... or a lot.

Talia is calling...

“Hey, you li’l graduate, you! How was graduation? Sorry I couldn’t go to it, but Seth had his national compe––”

“Shay.”

“I know, I know, you’re upset, but... You can just come to mine, and it’ll be great! We’ll see each other, and––”

“Shay! Can you just–– Just shut up for a minute, okay? This is important, and I...” Talia’s voice was cut off by a sniffle, and that made Shay’s eyebrows furrow in worry, because what could be making her feel like this? Was it his uncles? Was she scared about college? 

“Talia, what’s wrong?”

“Well...” Shay heard her sniffle again before she took a deep breath, and his heart started to race in worry. His cousin Talia has been his favorite cousin, and practically his sister, since the moment they were put together in the same bed for a nap when he was a baby. Shay, Seth, and Talia are always together at family gatherings, and people always say Talia’s like their long lost sister.

Talia did look very similar to Shay and Seth, but they’re all related, and Shay doesn’t know who Talia’s mother is, or what she looks like, but he’s guessing she has blonde hair and blue eyes, just like his uncle. 

“I started looking for–– for my... mom.”

“Oh.” It was the first thing that came out of his mouth, and he couldn’t stop it; he couldn’t stop the verbal surprise from sounding. 

“Yeah.”

“Did you–– Well, I mean–– Did you find her?”

“Well, I looked at my birth certificate, and–– there wasn’t... A signature for my mother, which... I’m not even sure if... I don’t know if that’s even a thing to not have that, and I just needed to find out, and so I looked up this person, and let me tell you––”

There was a whole lot of random rambling that Shay sat through, and honestly he didn’t mind much because he knew that the rambling probably made this conversation easier for her the bear. Also because Shay rambles when he talks as well, so he has no room to complain. At all. 

“Hey, T–– About your mom?”

“Right, um–– Well, I hired this guy to look into it, um–– Well, like–– Somehow he got me this list of the people who checked in and out of the hospital the day before and the day of my birth, and... Well there were a few women checked in that day–– Well more than a few, um–– Your mom checked in that day.”

What does that have to with anything?

“What does that have to do with anything?” The initial thought slipped from his lips before he could hide the confusion and underlying defensive tone. “My mom was probably there because my mom and your dad are close. They always have been... Just like us.”

“Yeah, but Shay––”

“Yeah, but Shay what? Talia I don’t even understand why that’s important here. What else did you find?” Shay could feel the heat in his cheeks because his irritation was growing, and what was Talia trying to get at? Why the hell is she bringing his mother up in this type of thing? Because it’s not like... No, it can’t be, and Shay won’t even think about it. 

“Shay, people can check in as guests, you aren’t given a chart and made to be a patient if you’re just visiting, are you?” Talia let out an exasperated sigh at Shay’s stubbornness and unwillingness to catch on to Talia’s words.

“What else did you find, Talia?”

“Well, I asked him if he hd more evidence of anything, and he found security footage of that night before I was born. Shay, there was a blonde woman being taken into delivery around the same time your mom was said to be emitted, and––”

“That doesn’t mean anything, Talia.”

“Shay... The man along the side of the gurney...”

“Was your dad, yeah, I know, but that still doesn’t mean––”

“Shay, the guy was your dad.”

What?

“Yeah, but––” There had to be something. Some reason as to why the person next to a blonde woman about to give birth on Talia’s birthday was out there, and Shay just has to figure it out. He can figure out an explanation to this without using the reason he knows in the back of his mind is true. 

“No, Shay. I’m–– She’s we’re––”

Shay hung up the phone. His mind was racing, and the only thing he could think was–– grab a bag. So he did. 

He grabbed his backpack he used for school and dumped out all the books and folders he never bothered to clear out. The ruckus caused Seth to come into Shay’s room with worried eyes because he heard the various books pound on the floor, and he heard the frustrated groans and sighs of Shay. 

“Shay?” Seth asked hesitantly.

“What!?” Shay hissed back, letting his shoulders drop with a sigh because Seth doesn’t deserve the venom that Shay’s feeling, and Shay definitely doesn’t need Seth knowing this information.

“Sorry,” Shay murmured, rustling through his drawers and closet to grab as many clothes, at least a weeks worth, as he could, because he needed to see Talia. He needed to see his–– yeah. Not now, though, at least–– Not tonight. Tonight... He’ll figure something out, but he can’t stay here and look at the family pictures of the people he thought were so amazing and perfect. His parents... They lied to him. And even though he doesn’t know if it’s true, he can feel in his heart that Talia’s guesses are right. 

“Shay... What are you doing? Where are you going?”

The younger boy didn’t get an answer, only the sight of his older brother gathering a toothbrush, comb, and other toiletries to shove in his bag. Shay stopped before he walked passed Seth, look at the identical pair of baby blue eyes and holding back whatever sadness was about to flood through his eyes. 

“I love you, Seth.”

And even though Seth didn’t know what was going on, Shay thinks Seth trusts Shay and knows that if he needs to go, he needs to go. 

“I love you, too, Shay.” Shay walked passed his younger brother with a squeeze to the shoulder before he quietly walked down the steps, but alas his mother saw the backpack on his shoulder.

“Hey, hun, what’re you–– Why do you have a pack? Spending the week at Sage’s? Awe, sunshine, have him come over here! I miss my––”

“No.”

His mother’s eyebrows furrowed and the expression painting her face was taken aback at Shay’s tone. Shay looked right into her eyes and said, “I’m going to see Talia in New York.”

Shay could see that she was looking confused, but he could also see the little nervous intake of breath she took at Talia’s name. 

He knew it was true now. 

Right before he left out the door, he said, “I’m going to see my sister.”