Blair, It's Fine--No Homo

He squirmed.

"Noo~" He insisted.

"Tell me before I make you hard and we have to do it again~" he teased.

He grinned.

"Go ahead."

He groaned.

"Come on, it's no fair if you want it--I told you, so you have to tell me."

He chuckled.

"I don't have to tell you anything." He said smugly.

He frowned.

"...Then how do I know if it's okay to fall in love with you?"

Caught off guard, Blair just gave him a blank look for a second.

"...wait."

"Wasn't I loud enough?"

"...that's sort of...serious." He mumbled.

"I told you before--I can be serious," he said with a shrug. "Can you?"

He frowned.

"...I don't know, yet." He said quietly.

He nuzzled Blair.

"That's okay, but it would be nice to know--you're too cute..."

He sighed deeply, growing silent once again.

"It's okay if you don't wanna answer just yet, you know."

"...So you say." He said quietly. "But, uhm, let's talk about something else."

"Like what movie we're going to watch?" he asked, his smile widening.

"Sure!" He said, relieved for the subject change.

"Action, you said?" he asked, hopping beck over to his computer. "We can watch on the tv downstairs, if you want--Mom and Dad won't be home for a while, and we have a comfy couch."

He shrugged.

"Sure. Where are my pants...?"

"Why do you need them?"

He frowned.

"Isn't it obvious? What if your parents do come home?"

"They won't," he insisted. "I've watched porn down there before--no problem. But if it makes you feel better, we can use a blanket."

He shrugged.

"Well, I guess."

He smiled.

"So, an action flick?"

He nodded.

"Yup. Is that good with you?"