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Tango was performing at a festival this weekend in Nether, a major port city about an hour and a half south from End City. That meant Etho got the dorm to himself for three whole days. Three whole days without his roommate pestering him to play Decked Out, what the hell was he going to do with himself?
Oh, right! Etho has a boyfriend now! A stupid, crooked smile broke out on his face at the reminder. Just yesterday, Bdubs told him how he felt in the break room at HermitCraft Cafe after their shift. Suddenly, Etho needed to see him, needed to get Bdubs’ lips back on his.
He pulled up his boyfriend’s contact on his phone as fast as his suffering, outdated Motorola would let him.
You:
Tango is out of town for the weekend. Come over?
While he waited for Bdubs to respond, he appropriately added a heart after his name. The reply came almost instantly.
Bdubs <3:
omw
Giddy, Etho sat up from his bed and looked around his room. He needed to get Tango’s clothes and boxes off the floor. You’d think he’d clean up his side of the room a little bit before leaving town, but no. How rude.
He threw Tango’s dirty clothes into the red laundry basket in their bathroom, and haphazardly shoved the boxes under the floor. He really couldn't be bothered to clean up all that much. It wasn't like Bdubs hadn’t seen their dorm in a worse state when both of them were home.
Enchanter Hall was five streets away from Chorus Hall, and it took exactly three minutes to go from one to the other with good traffic and luck at the lights. Etho would know, he timed it. So, it wasn't long before there was a knock on his door.
Etho wasn't wearing his mask. There was no need for him to wear it; after all, he planned on making out with Bdubs. At least… he hoped he could. Bdubs had a big smile mirroring Etho’s own.
“Hey, handsome.” He stepped in, slipping off his shoes by the door.
“Hey.” Etho didn't bother properly inviting him in, instead just walking over and awkwardly sitting on his bed. Now that Bdubs was actually here, he wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed.
Bdubs seemed to know, though. He followed Etho over to the bed, sitting cross legged facing him. “So, you got the dorm to yourself for the weekend, huh?”
Etho nodded, feeling heat rise to his face as Bdubs wrapped his arms around his neck. Trying to move without jostling himself too much, he shifted so that he could face Bdubs too, one leg tucked under the other that hung over the edge of his bed.
“Mhm. It's just us.” Etho looked down at Bdubs’ lips, mostly trying to avoid eye contact, but also in the hopes that Bdubs would pick up on what he wanted. His lips had felt so nice on him yesterday, soft and plump.
He watched as Bdubs’ mouth shifted into a teasing smirk. “Are you trying to tell me something, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. For some reason, the nickname made something in Etho's chest flutter. He almost wished he could never hear Bdubs call him by his name ever again, but the thought was crushed as soon as he remembered how nice his name sounded in Bdubs’ voice. Oh, god, how he loved Bdubs’ voice.
“Mm. Maybe.” Etho shyly looked away from Bdubs’ mouth, now focusing on the stain on his green comforter. Where did that even come from?
“Look at me,” Bdubs said, and Etho forced himself to look into his boyfriend’s beautiful eyes. As pretty as they were, he hated meeting them. Even with Bdubs, the eye contact felt unbearable. “Can I kiss you?”
Etho smiled again, softer this time. “You don't have to ask, Bdubs.”
Their lips met then, just as they had yesterday. Etho sighed softly, letting their lips mold together. Truthfully, he wasn't all that experienced, and he worried it came across. The last person he dated always complained that his scar made it hard to kiss him. Did Bdubs think that, too?
This kiss was different from the first two. They were chaste, not lasting longer than a few moments, but this one dragged on, and Etho loved every second of it. He felt more connected with Bdubs than he ever did with Pause. Maybe it was Pause who was bad at kissing.
Bdubs probably had more experience, too. They had been teenagers who didn't know anything about anything, but Bdubs knew a lot about a lot.
Etho gingerly moved his hands to Bdubs’ waist, trying to figure out where he should be putting them to begin with. Bdubs still had his arms around Etho’s neck, so logically, that's where Etho should put his, right?
Bdubs didn't make any protest, just kept kissing him and leading the way. Then, suddenly, Etho felt a wetness across his bottom lip. A tongue. That was something he hadn't dared try before. He jerked away, his lips tingling from all of the contact.
“Sorry!” One of Bdubs’ hands shot up to hold Etho’s face as he looked away. “I'm sorry, I should've asked. I didn't mean to startle you. We don't have to do that.”
Etho shook his head, flushed from his chest to the tip of his ears in embarrassment. “No, I-” he bit his tongue, a little too hard, he realized, at the metallic taste in his mouth. “It's okay. We can try it, I’ve just never done it before. I got scared.”
He reached for a tissue, spitting the blood into it. Concern painted Bdubs’ face when he looked back over. Etho was pretty sure that's what it was, anyway. According to Gem, Bdubs was an open book. Ever since she made that off-handed comment, he made a note to memorize Bdubs’ expressions. A slight frown with a quirked brow usually meant concern. “You sure? Are you bleeding?”
Reluctantly, Etho nodded. “I bit my tongue.”
He wasn't really sure why Bdubs laughed at that, but it did make him feel a little better. He waited for the bleeding to stop before he turned back to Bdubs. “It stopped. I'm ready now.”
Bdubs moved closer again, pressing a kiss to the part of Etho’s mouth split by his scar. If he wasn't already redder than a tomato, it would've made him blush. “Stop me if you're uncomfortable, 'kay?”
He simply hummed. Bdubs pressed his lips to Etho’s again, this time with his mouth open. Etho followed his lead, but found it a little awkward to kiss with his lips apart.
And then came Bdubs’ tongue, slipping through and meeting his own. Etho furrowed his eyebrows. It was fucking weird. Slimy and wet. Then again, he probably should've been expecting that. Bdubs’ tongue slid over his, moving around inside his mouth.
The sensation made Etho want to recoil and spit into the trashcan, but he sat through it. Surely, he could get used to it. He tried running his own tongue along with Bdubs’, trying really hard to find some sort of enjoyment out of this.
Bdubs’ hands had once again locked around Etho’s neck, and Etho was still at a loss for what to do with his own. Bdubs shifted, sitting up on his knees and nearly straddling Etho. He guessed it was an attempt to get a better angle at shoving his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat.
It couldn't have been comfortable, sitting on his knees like that, so Etho pulled him down to properly sit in his lap. One hand rested on Bdubs’ hips, and the other tentatively made its way up to rest in dark brown curls.
The moan that Bdubs let out caught Etho extremely off guard. He felt the vibrations of it in his own mouth. It wasn't exactly unpleasant, but he wouldn't call it pleasant either. Words are hard.
At that point, Etho was sure that he’d had enough. He needed to breathe. He pulled away, eyes screwed shut as he panted, burying his face against Bdubs’ neck. He could feel Bdubs’ chest rising and falling just as heavily.
“How was that?” Bdubs asked after a minute, his breathing calmed down now. Etho pulled back, staring at the wall.
“Weird. Really weird.”
Bdubs laughed again. “Yeah. It was weird for me at first too.”
“I think I just need to get used to it.” Etho looked up at Bdubs, admiring the freckles that dogged his cheek. “But… avoid tongues for now?”
“Of course.” Bdubs smiled sweetly, cupping Etho’s face. “Just plain old kissing for now.”
Etho smiled up at him, feeling his scar tugging at his lips. “Thank you.”
Lips pressed to his cheek, the unscarred one this time, and then Bdubs settled his head on Etho’s shoulder. Etho wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. Finally, he knew what to do with his hands. This weekend would be amazing, he knew it would.