him take my hand, guiding me to the living room. "I was concerned, that's why I was outside the bathroom door." He says turning to face me. I smile and continue into the living room. He sits on the couch and I gingerly sit on the opposite end. "So tell me something about yourself I don't know," he says observing my reaction.
"Well." I reply thinking for a moment. "l have an unhealthy addiction to circus peanuts." The look on his face is priceless as he processes the ridiculous confession. Suddenly he starts laughing and scoots towards me, throwing his arm around me.
"You arent right." He whispers into my ear, his lips lightly feathering across my cheek. Feeling the warmth spreading throughout my body making me slightly dizzy. "Want to watch a movie?" He asks standing up. Watching him walk over to the entertainment center I can't help but look at his ass. He turns around seemingly able to feel my eyes on him. "Come on, help me pick one out." I hesitantly get up and join him, my eyes growing wide at the vast selection in front of me.
Taking a closer look I bite my top lip to keep from laughing like a lunatic, "Seriously? You own this?" I ask, pulling the movie from the cabinet.
"I know... I know what you're going to say." He stutters. "But it is NOT mine."
As I examine the case I notice it's a blu ray and a huge smile crosses my lips at the sheer thought of him watching sparkly vampires. "Sure..." I say popping open the case and placing the disc in the Blu-ray player.
Brandon groans playfully as I hit play. "You want some popcorn?" He asks.
"Absolutely. What's movie night without popcorn?" I reply sitting back down.
A couple of minutes into the movie he comes in taking a seat next to me, popcorn in hand. As I start to reach for a handful he stops me. "Nope, we have to establish rules first."
"Rules?" I ask narrowing my eyes.
"Yes, rules." He says, the serious look on his face making me giggle.
"Ok, what are these rules?"
He grabs the remote pausing the movie. "The first rule is no swooning. I know you might think these sparkly bastards are cute, hot, or whatever they are, but do not express this at any time I'm in the same room."
"Why---." I begin to ask and he cuts me off.
"Shhh...." He says bringing his finger to his lips. "Rule number two..." He continues. "Do not and I repeat, do not give running commentary. It's a movie, not a sporting event." Trying to keep my giggles at bay is becoming increasingly difficult with each rule. "Finally, rule number three. This one is of the utter most importance. If at any point you fall asleep, you must not drool on me." I sit there staring at him as I have no words, only laughter. "What's so funny?" He asks. All I can do is shake my head. "So, do you think you can follow these simple rules?" He asks keeping the popcorn just out of my reach.
"Following directions has never been a strong point for me, but I think these are doable." I replied with a smirk.
"Good!" He says handing me the popcorn. He presses play and puts his arm around me. Twenty minutes into the movie he starts making snoring noises and I elbow him in his ribs causing him to jump sending his soda flying all over him.
"Well damn." He says with a laugh. "I guess I deserve this."
"I'm so sorry," I reply grabbing a tissue to try and dry it off.
"Oh, don't worry about it. It's just a t-shirt, but I do need to change it." He says with a smile. He begins to pull off his shirt a pauses. "I have a few tattoos, so don't freak out."
I sit there holding my breath as he takes off his shirt and then can't help but gasp. Not only at the sight of him shirtless but at the size of the tattoo sitting between his shoulder blades all the way down his back.
"What?" He asks.
"When you said tattoos, I was thinking they would be a bit smaller, but this one alone almost covers your whole back. I never would have pictured you as a tatted up bad boy." I say covering the blush now burning my cheeks. He turns his head
"Well." I reply thinking for a moment. "l have an unhealthy addiction to circus peanuts." The look on his face is priceless as he processes the ridiculous confession. Suddenly he starts laughing and scoots towards me, throwing his arm around me.
"You arent right." He whispers into my ear, his lips lightly feathering across my cheek. Feeling the warmth spreading throughout my body making me slightly dizzy. "Want to watch a movie?" He asks standing up. Watching him walk over to the entertainment center I can't help but look at his ass. He turns around seemingly able to feel my eyes on him. "Come on, help me pick one out." I hesitantly get up and join him, my eyes growing wide at the vast selection in front of me.
Taking a closer look I bite my top lip to keep from laughing like a lunatic, "Seriously? You own this?" I ask, pulling the movie from the cabinet.
"I know... I know what you're going to say." He stutters. "But it is NOT mine."
As I examine the case I notice it's a blu ray and a huge smile crosses my lips at the sheer thought of him watching sparkly vampires. "Sure..." I say popping open the case and placing the disc in the Blu-ray player.
Brandon groans playfully as I hit play. "You want some popcorn?" He asks.
"Absolutely. What's movie night without popcorn?" I reply sitting back down.
A couple of minutes into the movie he comes in taking a seat next to me, popcorn in hand. As I start to reach for a handful he stops me. "Nope, we have to establish rules first."
"Rules?" I ask narrowing my eyes.
"Yes, rules." He says, the serious look on his face making me giggle.
"Ok, what are these rules?"
He grabs the remote pausing the movie. "The first rule is no swooning. I know you might think these sparkly bastards are cute, hot, or whatever they are, but do not express this at any time I'm in the same room."
"Why---." I begin to ask and he cuts me off.
"Shhh...." He says bringing his finger to his lips. "Rule number two..." He continues. "Do not and I repeat, do not give running commentary. It's a movie, not a sporting event." Trying to keep my giggles at bay is becoming increasingly difficult with each rule. "Finally, rule number three. This one is of the utter most importance. If at any point you fall asleep, you must not drool on me." I sit there staring at him as I have no words, only laughter. "What's so funny?" He asks. All I can do is shake my head. "So, do you think you can follow these simple rules?" He asks keeping the popcorn just out of my reach.
"Following directions has never been a strong point for me, but I think these are doable." I replied with a smirk.
"Good!" He says handing me the popcorn. He presses play and puts his arm around me. Twenty minutes into the movie he starts making snoring noises and I elbow him in his ribs causing him to jump sending his soda flying all over him.
"Well damn." He says with a laugh. "I guess I deserve this."
"I'm so sorry," I reply grabbing a tissue to try and dry it off.
"Oh, don't worry about it. It's just a t-shirt, but I do need to change it." He says with a smile. He begins to pull off his shirt a pauses. "I have a few tattoos, so don't freak out."
I sit there holding my breath as he takes off his shirt and then can't help but gasp. Not only at the sight of him shirtless but at the size of the tattoo sitting between his shoulder blades all the way down his back.
"What?" He asks.
"When you said tattoos, I was thinking they would be a bit smaller, but this one alone almost covers your whole back. I never would have pictured you as a tatted up bad boy." I say covering the blush now burning my cheeks. He turns his head
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