JUST FUCKING TAKE THE FLUFF. SAVOR IT

Ross’ eyes were basically glued shut the whole entire day. He was pretty sure nothing could possibly wake him up.

He barely got out the door and was almost late, his hair was somehow a mess, he put on two different pairs of socks and he had forgotten his binder at home. It was a completely chaotic mess.

But that was the price he had to pay for staying up until 3 in the morning talking to Trott and Smith. Mostly Trott, since Smith fell asleep at midnight, but the darker haired teen received many adorable pictures of Smith fast asleep on Trott’s lap.

He hadn’t meant to stay up that late, but it just happened. Now he regretted it terribly. As the day ended, he had no recollection of what he had learned that day, what his homework was for the weekend(since it was Friday), what was due on Monday, or anything of the sort. But by the end of the day, he was just happy he could go out into the forest.  Maybe he could just… take a nap over at the house while Trott and Smith did their thing.

First period was a drag, mixtures of him not listening and the occasional pokes from his friends asking if he was alright. He was pretty sure he had told each one of them a different excuse

So, Ross looked like absolute shit as he walked out of school after the final bell. He moped around like a zombie, walking slowly and slightly unsteadily as he made his way behind the school. It didn’t help that he had to wait a couple minutes for most of the people to clear from the school to make his way back there. He always had to, it was a sort of unspoken rule that Trott had taught him, but it made sense to him so he went along with it.

It was still cold outside, the wind blowing by him and chilling him to the bone. Even his hoodie couldn’t keep him warm, and he was beginning to regret his choice of a short sleeve shirt and shorts. He was pretty sure the laundry wasn’t done though, and waking up twenty minutes before school start didn’t give him enough time to grab jeans and a long sleeve shirt. As he turned the corner to go to the back of the school, he felt himself freeze in place.

“What are you doing back here you prick,” a deep voice sneered, coming from a tall, slightly chubby, teenager. Ross couldn’t recognize the boy, although he probably should’ve seeing how he acted and looked. His face was bright red, although he didn’t look like he was sweating or embarrassed or anything. His hair was a dusty blonde, spiked up in a mohawk sort of thing, although it flipped forward in the front to dangle over his eyes.

The real thing that grabbed Ross’ attention, was the fact that he was holding a very special brunette to the wall. Trott was being held by his shoulders, trying to wriggle free and kick his legs towards the teen. “Answer me you fucking loser!”

“Oi,” Ross called out, suddenly feeling very awake as he dropped his bag on the cement. “You get off of him!”

The teen turned, and Ross saw that his eyes were practically red as he stared daggers at him. “Stay out of this, pretty boy. This don’t involve you,” the teen hissed, Ross getting terribly unsettled by the blonde’s bad grammar.

“I believe it does. So I suggest you get your bloody hands off of him before I make you,” Ross replied, crossing his arms and taking a step forward.

“What? Is he your boyfriend, pretty boy?”

“Ross- Ross I am fine just go,” Trott finally spoke.

“You shut the fuck up. We weren’t talking to you,” the blonde interrupted, and suddenly Ross felt like the boy could be described as having a squash-shaped head, the way it sort of puffed out, but was still a distinct rectangle.

Ross took another few steps forward, now being a couple feet away from the two before you spoke again. “No, No No. This is between you and me squash-face, you leave him alone.”

The blonde turned around, releasing his chubby fingers from holding Trott’s shoulder and dropping him to the ground. “No gay boy is gonna be insulting me- you freak!”

And then that was it. Something just snapped in Ross, the one little wire that he had that gave him control in situations. He wasn’t sure if it was from being called gay, or being called freak, or just knowing that Squash-face’s grubby little fingers were touching Trott, but something did.

Without hesitation, the dark-haired teen swung his fist forward, hitting the blonde square in the jaw, and knocking him backwards slightly. His heavy feet slammed on the concrete as he stumbled backwards, almost tripping over a rock and falling over.

No words were spoken as the blonde retaliated. Just one long screech, functioning as a battle cry, as he came forward, his hands outwards and forcing Ross onto the ground with a thud. He straddled over Ross, or attempted to at least. Ross was definitely not making it easy as he squirmed underneath his grasp and kicked and flailed his fists towards his chest.

“Oh look at the little faggot,” Squash-face snickered, finally grabbing hold of Ross’ arms and holding them above his head way too tightly. “You think you can beat me. You abomination to-”

The sound of a fist coming into contact with skin rang throughout the field, echoing off the wall. Ross looked up to see a familiar body standing above him, then shoving the chubby jerk off of him.

“You fucker think you can beat them up, huh,” the redhead asked, his voice sounding sarcastic,” Who the hell do you think you are?” Ross was extremely relieved, letting out a sigh.

Squash-face groaned, holding his cheek and looking up slightly to see the absolutely terrifying figure of Smith leaning over.

“Another one,” the blonde squeaked out, making Smith swing his leg forcefully towards the blonde’s leg, making him squeal out in pain.

“Answer me! You don’t mess with my boys, do you understand, mate?”

“Y-yes,” squash-face nodded.

“What’s your name?”

“Andy.”

“Well Andy… just know that if you ever touch them again… oh you won’t be ALIVE the next day. You got it?” Ross' eyes widened, knowing that the warning should be taken very seriously.

Then he was silent, just sitting there clutching his bruised cheek as he made sure not to make eye contact with any of the three. Ross glanced past Smith, seeing Trott still sitting up against the brick building and holding his shoulder.

He quickly got up, despite the slight pain in his back from hitting the cement and legs from them being squashed under heavy weight. After striding over to Trott, completely ignoring what was going on between Smith and Squash-face or Andy, he kneeled down next to him.

“You alright,” Ross asked sympathetically, resting a comforting hand on the shoulder Trott wasn’t clutching in pain.

“I suppose. My arm hurts like hell, but thanks for coming,” the brunette looked up, smiling gratefully at Ross.

“Why would I not? I would never stand by and let someone hurt you,” Ross shrugged. They were silent for a moment, and as the words replayed in Ross’ head he felt himself blush madly. “That sounded very… very… just, sorry.”

“No, it was nice. I would uh, never let anyone hurt you either,” Trott replied. Both Ross and Trott made eye contact for a moment, blue eyes staring deeply into brown eyes. Something seemed to make them gravitate towards each other, unknowingly getting closer and closer to something that both of them craved-

BAM! “Ahh you little fucker,” a voice suddenly screamed, and upon turning their heads Ross and Trott witnessed Smith being punched in the face, then stumbling backwards and into the tall grass field that resided just behind them.

Andy turned to Ross and Trott, and Ross quickly stood up, getting ready to defend himself. He wasn’t sure if Smith was okay. But the sound of that chubby fist colliding with the fabric of his hood was loud, so most likely he wasn't.

So Ross unsurely held up his fists, bending his knees slightly and getting into somewhat of a fighting position. Andy growled as he launched forward, his fist out in front of him ready to collide with Ross’ face just as it had with Smith’s. But before it could, somebody jumped in front of him, grabbing his fist and holding it in place.

Smith smiled under his scarf, although nobody knew it. He then kicked forward, straight to the groin of the asshole infringing of him and producing the rewarding sound of immense pain coming from the blonde’s mouth. With that, the redhead turned, grabbing Ross by the shoulders.

“You okay,” he asked, his breaths shallow and sweat visible on his forehead.

Ross just nodded, a bit shocked by the whole situation. After a moment of gathering himself, he turned to Trott, who was now standing and no longer nursing his arm. “Let’s go, before he um… before he can get up and chase us,” Trott muttered quickly, before running off towards the fence in the distance.

~~~

Ross sat on the couch, holding an ice pack that Trott had brought him on Smith’s cheek through two layers of fabric. The brunette had gone out awhile ago, maybe thirty minutes, to go get some more first aid. Apparently, his shoulder was pretty bad, and so was Smith’s face, although Ross had no clue about that.

The darker haired of the two sitting on the couch was extremely uncomfortable from the awkward silence, feeling fidgety and strange sitting there. He wasn’t sure why, maybe something having to do with the fact that he was sore as well. He had lied when Trott had asked though, telling him he didn’t feel anything, when in reality his legs and back felt like complete shit.

“Thanks,” Ross suddenly spoke, breaking the silence that was floating through the room.

“What? You really think I would let him hurt you,” Smith asked.

“Well, I just… didn’t expect you to be there. I am extremely happy you were, otherwise Trott and I would’ve gotten our asses kicked. I feel bad though, that you took a punch to the face,” Ross muttered, shrugging as he spoke.

“It’s nothing, really. I am sort of used to it… or you could say that,” Smith shrugged.

“Oh,” Ross mumbled, raising his eyebrows at the statement he made as he pressed down a little harder with the icepack. “Does it hurt much?”

“A bit, but I am more concerned about you. I watched you fall and being squashed, are you alright,” Smith asked, completely brushing past the subject of himself and going straight to Ross.

“Yeah, mate,” he lied.

There was silence around them, engulfing them, suffocating them. Both of them wanted to talk, feeling the guilt in the air and the awkward silence not doing anything. It just felt… different somehow. Ross hadn’t felt the strange tingly sensation in his stomach sense he was maybe fifteen, and he hadn’t felt his stomach drop like this since he first came to this house.

The candles set out on the coffee table flickered slightly, the wind picking up outside and drifting through the windows Trott left open in the living room. The light emitted from them was faint, but just enough for Ross and Smith to see each other, and make eye contact every so often.

It was just so peculiar. The tension built up around them, almost weighing Ross down. At least Smith knew what it was, whilst Ross was being a clueless idiot and didn’t get it. He didn’t feel the intimacy in the air, or the sort of aroma the candles and the fact that both of them obviously cared about each other filled the air.

“Ross, you sure,” Smith asked suddenly, his voice cracking slightly on the word “sure,” but Ross didn’t pay much mind to it.

“Fine, mate.”

“Why don’t I believe you,” Smith asked, almost in a whisper and sending shivers down Ross’ spine.

The darker haired of the two sat back for a moment, dropping the ice pack on the coffee table besides them and taking a deep breath. “I- I uh dunno. I am fine though.”

“You are absolutely sure,” the redhead persisted, scooting towards Ross.

“Yup. Completely fine- AHHH FUCK,” Ross groaned as Smith placed a hand on his spine, raising an eyebrow at his reaction.

“Ross, it isn’t a big deal. I can probably give you something, and we can ask Trott to get you something and-”

“No. I’m fine, Alex. Really, I promise,” Ross murmured.

“Did you just call me Alex? Ross, c’mon mate, maybe I can give you a massage or something,” Smith chuckled, his hand now beginning to rub circles on Ross’ back. Damn, did it feel good. The slight bit of pain Ross felt was slowly being kneaded out of that area, and a massage did sound good… but…

“No, Smith you’re more hurt than me and-”

“Ross, I can handle it. Like I said, a blow to the face isn’t a big deal for me.”

“Why not?”

Then the silence fell upon them again. Smith opening his mouth to answer, but closing it again immediately and swallowing the words that he was about to tell Ross.

“Listen, it’s just… don’t worry about it. What I am worried about it you, because I don’t want you sore and shit. It’s just a bloody massage, what’s the big deal?”

“I dunno,”Ross mumbled, crossing his arms like a child and making Smith laugh.

“You look adorable like that.”

“Shut up.”

“You really do Ross. I don’t want to see someone so adorable in pain. Let me just, for five minutes and then if you really want me to I’ll stop,” Smith attempted to persuade, wiggling his thick gloved fingers which made a sort of swoosh sound from being rubbed up against each other.

Ross bit his lip. He was just being stubborn, as he usually is, but now that he was thinking about it he was quite curious about Smith. He wanted to see what he looked like, his face. I mean, it’s good information to have about your friend that’s a cereal killer.

“O-on one condition,” Ross started, waiting for Smith to nod before continuing. “Let me see your face.”

Smith bit his lip under his scarf, his eyes grazing past Ross’, which showed pure curiosity and a sort of innocent look. Maybe he was being ridiculous hiding it from him. What was he going to do? So what if he saw some scars, or his torn up and battered face. Just then, Smith realized Ross was babbling on, making some excuse that had to do with “making sure his cheek was okay.”

“F-fine. Massage first though, yeah?”

Ross huffed,” Alright.” He slowly turned around on the couch, his knees pushed up to his chest and his back facing Smith.

“Ross, did you check for bruises, yet?”

“No… Why- Hey! Don’t take my shirt off,” Ross squeaked as he felt the fabric of his shirt being tugged over his head. His hands immediately went to the front of his shirt, pulling it down to cover most of his stomach that was just exposed.

“Ross. We are both men here, what’s the big deal?”

“You know what the big deal is you twat,” Ross muttered under his breath. Smith kept teasing it over his head, tugging it upwards and trying to pull it from Ross’ grasp. It didn’t seem to work though, since Ross was a stubborn bastard.

So, the redhead just grinned under the safety of his scarf as he dropped the fabric and then brought his hands under Ross’ armpits before wiggling them. Ross yelped in surprise, then started laughing like a maniac as Smith tickled him.

“Smith- Stop… stop smith… ALEX,” Ross got out between giggles and large intakes of breath. He made the mistake when he reached backwards to grab Smith’s hands. That’s when the redhead took the opportunity to wrap his arms around the shorter of the two and grab the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and off of his head with a Swoosh.

“You piece of shit,” Ross gasped, turning his head to see Smith chuckling.

The redhead’s blue eyes then shifted downwards to the expanse of pale skin in front of him. The way Ross’ leaned over showed the outline of his spine, the bumps that went down his back that Smith craved to trace, for some unknown reason. Besides that, many small bruises resided over his back, grouping up right near his neck, and down on his lower back. “See, he really messed you up Ross,” Smith muttered, slipping off his gloves to expose his tore up fingers that were slowly trying to heal.

Smith started with his neck, bringing his hands to rest in between his shoulders and neck on either side, then sort of scrunching his hand. “Oww,” Ross whined, making Smith chuckle as he went a bit softer.

Ross sat tense, hugging his knees to his chest and biting his lip. It wasn’t like it really hurt, it actually felt really good, but he didn’t want to get lost in the massage and then his five minutes go on for twenty. Surely Trott would be back soon, and then Ross wouldn’t be able to see Smith’s face.  But as Smith’s hands worked Ross’ back, moving lower and lower to the place that hit the concrete the hardest, he couldn’t help but lean back into the hands. He took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling, the comfort of the warm hands on his cold back. Before he knew it, Smith had muttered,” It’s been six minutes,” which resulting in a flick to the forehead.

Ross reluctantly turned around, suddenly blushing under Smith’s gaze. The pale blueish eyes ran up and down Ross’ bare chest, making him cover himself with his arms slightly before remembering their deal.

“C-can I take it off,” Ross asked, making Smith snap his gaze back to Ross’. He nodded slowly, putting his charred hands in his lap and holding them together.

“Don’t be surprised,” Smith warned, his tone teasing, but somehow Ross didn’t feel like he was joking.

The whole ideal was sort of intimate, when Ross thought about it later on in his own bed. The way his hands pushed down the dark hood fully revealing the red mess of hair atop Smith’s head.

“You even brush it,” Ross chuckled, noticing stubble peaking out from underneath the scarf that hid the lower half of Smith’s face.

The question went unanswered as Ross scooted closer, bringing his arms behind Smith's head to find the knot where the green scarf was tied. His hands messed around in the mess of hair for a bit, until he found the knot. His hands were shaking slightly as he untied it, taking quite a long time to undo the knot, fumbling with it multiple times.

Smith was holding his breath the whole time, realizing how close Ross was to him, the way he could reach out and touch his bare chest, or his hips which were slightly exposed from his shorts sliding down slightly. He was just so beautiful in Smith’s eyes…

Then suddenly cold air hit the redhead’s face. He closed his eyes for a moment in shock, and when he opened them again he found Ross’ eyes wide open, raking down his face and taking in every little thing he saw. He couldn’t miss how close his face was to his own, to the point where if he just leaned forward then…

“Wow,” Ross finally muttered, bringing his hand to Smith’s cheek and running it down the light red stubble that resided there. He looked a lot older than seventeen, looked more like an adult. His face was long, stubble running down his cheeks and under his lips. It seemed like he grew it to hide the scars, which could still be seen peeking out from underneath the little prickles of the red hair. But those really didn’t matter, and if anything they added to his face in a good way. Ross couldn’t help it though, as his gaze went down to his lips, to his chapped lips that for some reason seemed to entrance him.

And Smith took notice to this for sure, especially when Ross licked his lips. That sure as hell did something to Smith.

For that reason, Ross felt a hand cup his neck, and another touch his bare hip, making him shiver from the sudden warm contact on his skin. He didn’t push it away though, instead he just gulped, making such eye contact with Smith that was asking him permission.

Ross touched his lips, laying in his own dark room. The ghost of the chapped pale ones upon his still there, sending small electric shocks through his body. It was so strange, the way he wanted so badly to feel it again. The sort of tingly feeling that buzzed through him when their lips touched. When they moved in perfect sync for a good three minutes before deepening to the point that Ross straddled over Smith. To the point where he ran his cold hand down Smith’s chest underneath his shirt. Who knows where the kiss would’ve led if they hadn’t heard the door open and shut, and Trott’s voice ringing through the house. So he just lays in his dark blue room, knowing Smith is probably downstairs on the couch, and if not in his own room.

~~~

Trott smiled, feeling himself relax into the gentle touches from the redhead who sat next to him and from the words that he spoke. It was all coming together, it was all going to work out. Ross most definitely trusted them now, being that he let Smith massage him and saw Smith's face. It gave him relief, that it was all fitting together.

“You feeling better,” Smith asked, his voice calm and almost lulling in Trott’s ears.

“Yes… my shoulder and the level of stress that had been laid on my shoulders.”

“Good,” Smith hummed, pressing his lips up against Trott’s neck right under his jaw. “And you know what…”

“What,” Trott asked curiously, turning his head slightly to see the redhead unmasked and smiling. His hair was an utter mess as usual, but it suited him well.

“I don’t think he’s too opposed to us… in a romantic way,” he trailed off, chuckling and leaning his head back onto the couch.

Trott turned completely, raising an eyebrow and staring at Smith in complete disbelief. “What really? I was pretty sure the only reason he agreed to the “date” thing was because he felt guilty, or was scared,” Trott mumbled.

“That might’ve been true in that circumstance, but… earlier today we kissed,” Smith whispered, and Trott saw the way his blue eyes glazed over as he smiled. He was still surprised though, this fact not making much sense to him. He shrugged it off though.

“He must’ve been a good kisser then,” the brunette said.4

“Yeah…” Smith replied, before quickly snapping his head back to Trott and chuckling,” I mean, not as good as you but-”

“Save it, Smith. If he’s better than me then he must be WAY better than you. How the hell did you get him to kiss you? I wanna try,” Trott exclaimed. The way Smith frowned made him laugh loudly.

“I see how it is,” Smith mumbled under his breath. “But anyway… dunno. It just, he looked at my lips, and then I thought: oh shit this is how it’s gonna be. Then I kissed him, and he kissed back. Then YOU came and interrupted it.”

“Really? Blaming it on me? I brought you pain meds Smith, and you blame it on me that you didn’t get to snog him for a little bit longer,” Trott scoffed.

Smith opened his mouth to talk again, but closed it immediately. Trott took this as a sign of surrender and started laughing.

After his laughter subsided, there was a silence for awhile. A comfortable silence, with no tension whatsoever. A mutual silence, where there was a sort of feeling of equality and harmony between the two of them.... That was until Trott hopped up.

“Did you actually get to snogging him,” the brunette asked curiously.

“Just barely then you came busting in… why?”

“First one to snog him, wins,” Trott challenged, raising an eyebrow at the redhead.

Smith blinked for a moment, registering the contest before replying,” My boyfriend is challenging me to see which one of us can seduce him, basically. That is what I am hearing.”

“Pretty much… don’t go too far though,” Trott added on at the end.

“You are on… and I won’t,” Smith laughed evilly and over confidently.

If only they knew that Ross had crept downstairs minutes ago, and heard their whole conversation.

~~~

Ross walked downstairs in the morning time, the air scented of rain. He could hear the pitter patter of raindrops on the windows and ceilings, and the sound of two people talking downstairs. A smirk appeared on his face as he walked down the stairs, his only mission was to make this “challenge” Trott and Smith created one of the hardest things for them to accomplish.

“Good morning,” Ross called, walking into the main room to see Smith sitting on the couch eating dry cereal and Trott on his phone.

Both of the boys looked up simultaneously, a look upon their face that spoke: “I must accomplish this.” Ross barely held in a smile as he sat down in the middle of them, purposely touching both of their legs as he did so.

“Doesn’t it ever get boring,” Ross asked.

“What, get boring,” Smith asked through a mouth of cereal.

“Just being here all day long. What do you guys do for entertainment,” Ross asked.

Both teens next to him just burst out into hysterics, Trott barely gasping out,” You really want to know, Ross?” At this the darker haired of the two blushed, sinking into the couch.

“No. Not at all, please spare me,” he muttered, his face red and his mind racing with all of the things they probably did.

“Yeah, mate. Pretty sure he has a REAL good idea of what we do,” Smith laughed, his statement mostly directed towards Trott, but still making Ross blush even redder.

“I really didn’t mean for that question to lead to this. We should just go do something…” Ross muttered, making Smith and trott chuckle.

“We could go out,” Smith suggested.

“It’s raining.”

“Soooooo,” Smith asked, poking Trott on the side and making him giggle.

“I don’t want to get all wet,” Trott replied, giggling slightly at the contact of Smith’s fingers.

That was when Ross realised that Smith wasn’t wearing gloves, or had his hood and scarf on. He smiled,” Hey. You aren’t all covered up!”

“Nope. I feel FREE,” Smith exclaimed, now reaching over Ross to tickle Trott, who was a giggling mess besides Ross.

“Ross help,” Trott squeaked between giggles, trying to move away from the redhead’s hands but was stuck between Ross and the arm of the sofa.

“No such luck, mate,” Ross replied, casually reaching for his phone in his pocket. Upon finding it, he typed in his passcode. He lazily scrolled through instagram, although there was rarely anything amusing on their anymore.

“Oh! How many followers do you have,” Smith asked suddenly, sitting up and leaning over Ross’ shoulder, his mouth dangerously clothes to his neck as he let out a warm breath of air.

Trott seemed to notice, and he quickly hopped over, placing a hand on Ross’ knee for “support” as he leaned in towards the screen as well. “Holy shit, five hundred?”

“It’s not that many. You acquire a lot over the years, half of them even know who I am and vice versa,” Ross shrugged. “But seriously, I am bored. What can we do?”

Then suddenly, Smith seemed to get a good idea as he yelled,” HIDE AND SEEK!”

“What,” Ross and Trott asked at the same time, both of them bewildered by the strange idea.

“Really? Just… in the house,” Trott asked.

“Sure, why not? Trott, you be the seeker,” Smith yelled.

“What? No! You be the seeker,” Trott exclaimed, slowly catching onto Smith’s idea.

“No you,” Smith retaliated.

“No, you… you prick!”

“Guys, it’s fine. I’ll just be the seeker-” Ross tried to chide in, but immediately interrupted by:

“NO!”

The dark haired teen raised an eyebrow, staring at the redhead and brunette beside him. “What, why can’t I be it? if you two are arguing about it, it is a solution. I don’t really mind and-”

“NO! NO, you can’t be, Ross. You are… um… the oldest is always it first,” Smith finally decided on, laughing slightly at the look Trott gives him.

“You know I am the oldest! Why can’t it be youngest,” Trott retaliated.

“Since when is it: Youngest is it first?”

“Whoa, hold on a minute. How do either of you guys know that I am not the youngest or the oldest,” Ross asked suddenly. That is when both of them froze, Trott and Smith both making eye contact before sitting back down and laughing nervously.”OH MY GOD! YOU HACKED INTO THE SCHOOL TO SEE MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE!”

“Hahahaha… maybe,” Trott laughed, quickly diverting his gaze from Ross’.

“It was all Trott, I promise,” Smith muttered quickly.

“Jesus fucking Christ! When did you do that,” Ross asked.

“Not too… long… ago,” the oldest of the three shrugged. “It was for an innocent purpose, I promise.”

“Oh really? Hacking for an innocent purpose?”

“We wanted to see when your birthday was so we could get you a present,” Smith quickly chided in, making Ross advert his eyes from Trott.

“Yeah, but my birthday was a month ago,” Ross replied.

“Yeah, and we realized we were a week too late, so we decided not to say anything,” Smith shrugged innocently, reaching for another bite of cereal.

Ross opened his mouth to reply, but closed it quickly. It was silent for a moment before he just shrugged,” Whatever. Let’s just.. play… the game. And I am it!”

“Fine,” both Smith and Trott replied. “Count to twenty,” Smith added in.

“Yeah, yeah…. 1” Ross started, closing his eyes as Trott and Smith ran off to hide.

They both needed to have the best hiding spot ever, something that out dued the other so that Ross would never find them. Then next round, whoever won would tell Ross,” I know a perfect hiding spot...:” Lead them to another really good hiding spot whilst the other was looking for them then… BAM SNOG AND DONE.

Trott decided on upstairs, going into the one door in the hallway upstairs that Ross had never ventured into. It used to be a laundry room, but no longer functioned as the Washing machine was gone and the dryer didn’t work. It was still somehow in perfect shape, not rusted or dirty in anyway. So Trott opened it, stuffing himself inside the small space before closing is. He took out his phone to use as a light source, and just snickered to himself, knowing that he would win.

Smith on the other hand stayed downstairs… In Fact… he took it to a whole other level and went into the basement. Upstairs would probably be the first place Ross would look, and although Trott is small enough to hide in a lot of places, after a while he would be found. Meanwhile, Smith would just crouch in the corner, holding a lighter so that he could see and if he did come down here just turn it off right away.

Smith’s plan didn’t work out very well. Ross decided that Smith would probably be in the basement, knowing from Trott that he went down there a lot. That way it would just get the round over with, because to be honest… Ross hated seeking.

He found him in the corner, the spark of light emitted from his lighter not being put out fast enough.

Trott made his downstairs triumphantly when he heard Smith’s voice yell,” FUCK.”

Although he didn’t hear what Smith said correctly. He missed out on how he said,” Fuck IT.” The redhead then proceeded to pin Ross to a wall in the hallway, which led to upstairs.

“Smith, what are you-” Ross started, but was cut off by a pair of strong chapped lips that were pressed up against his own.

Ross was about to protest,remember what he heard last night, but the second he felt the redhead’s lips upon his own he just melted. Electricity sparked through him as their lips moved together, the friction being familiar. He pushed back, wrapping his arms around Smith’s shoulders and bringing them closer together as he attempted to gain some sort of dominance in the kiss.

So when Smith’s tongue swept over Ross’ lips, he quickly obliged, but didn’t dare let Smith take control. Their tongues ended up fighting for dominance, tangling together and attempting to make each other back down. But by the time Smith pulled apart for breath, neither of them backed down, and were both dominant in their own books.

They gasped for air when they pulled apart, and over Smith’s shoulder Ross’ blue eyes spotted Trott standing there. “God dammit, Smith,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

The redhead turned around, a smile on his face,”You gotta be quick, Trotty!”

“Did you even ask him, or just attacked him?”

“He could’ve stopped it any time he wanted,” Smith shrugged.

“You guys are both fucking assholes,” Ross muttered, staring at the two. “If you wanted a kiss, Trott, you could’ve asked.”

“That really wasn’t the point of the challenge-”

“Yeah, sure it wasn’t,” Ross rolled his eyes.

“Well… Go ahead then. Kiss him,” Smith shrugged, taking a step back and leaning against the wall.

Ross chuckled, taking a few steps towards the brunette in front of him. He cupped his cheek delicately, getting a much different vibe from him than he did with Smith. Trott smiled, leaning up to capture Ross’ lips in a much softer, delicate kiss.

His lips were soft and smooth, and as his lips moved with Trott’s, Ross could tell he would be more submissive. The kiss was innocent for a little while, their lips simply moving together as one. Sparks similar to the ones Ross had felt with Smith ran through Ross’ body, and propelled him to move his hand from Trott’s cheek to his hip, and then swiping his tongue along his bottom lip.

After a few moments Trott opened his mouth, welcoming Ross’ tongue which easily overtook his own, and explored his mouth, mesmerizing it.  Ross felt Trott’s arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing every inch of his body up to Ross’. He could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and reminded him of the sort of intimacy of the situation.

They were interrupted by a voice calling from the wall,” That was pretty hot.”

The two pulled apart, keeping eye contact for a moment before Trott murmured,” Fuck you, Smith.”

Smith just laughed at the two. “He’s a good kisser, isn’t he?”

“Yes, much better than you Smith,” Trott laughed, sticking out his tongue at the redhead.

Ross sort of just stood there, letting his brain catch up with his body as the similar feeling he felt after kissing Smith. All he could think was just: What the fuck just happened?

“You okay, mate,” Smith asked Ross.

“Yeah, just processing things is all,” Ross murmured. “I really never thought this would ever happen yesterday when we all got our asses kicked during that fight.