An Even Newer Restart!

"...Yeah, yeah. It's cool." He smiled vaguely. "...Cain works. Do you have a name?"

"Oh...Uh. It's Ulven Clausen. But! No one calls me that, so, most people just call me 'Wolf' or something, since it's easier..."

He smiled slightly. "So whatever it fine."

"...You look too kiddish for that. Wolfly okay?" He grinned slightly, putting his own cig out and pushing himself up.

"Huh? Oh...that works." He replied, blushing slightly. He liked it. "I just want to lay down...I have a headache and my mom won't unlock the door."

"Fuck, don't tell me you live in 234--I can hear her bullshit from my room. Sorry, kid." He gave a half smile of sympathy, and moved to his door.

He nodded, sighing.

"Sorry about that...my mom is crazy. She hates me, I was a mistake, blah blah blah." He rolled his eyes. "I'm used to it."

"Sounds like a total bitch to me." He snorted vaguely. "Well you tell her bitch ass that you sure as hell ain't a mistake because you're fuckin alive." He huffed, opening the door up and letting him in first.

He laughed and stepped inside.

"Don't worry, I'm not, like, suicidal or anything. I just...I'm so sick of mom, augh. I'm only sixteen! I shouldn't have to deal with this shit!"

"...Well... My roommate is never around. If you want to stay, you can." He smiled slightly. "Whenever you want to."

"Oh, uh..." He blushed slightly, pulling his sweatshirt back on. "I'm...uh. Gay. So, I...if you mind, I can just leave..."

"...And?" He shrugged. "So'm I."

He looked hopeful. "Oh! Oh...good! I mean, uh..."

It was mainly good because he found Cain rather attractive and he didn't want it to be awkward if Cain caught him staring at his ass.

He laughed slightly, grinning his way and patting his back once, then his ass. "...Did you really think I would be straight? Really?" He teased, moving to the kitchen. "You thirsty?"

He jumped, then blushed. Oh yeah. He was totally hot. Way too hot. This was bad.

"Uh, y-yeah...you got any beer?" He asked, following him into the kitchen.

He laughed, smiling brightly and opening the fridge. "A'course I do, com'mon." He teased again, grabbing a pair of bottles, and seating himself on the couch. "Siddown!"

Wolfly sat down next to him, making sure their thighs were touching. He smiled at Cain, waiting for him to hand him his beer.

Cain slid next to him, putting an arm over the back of the sofa (really just an excuse to be closer to the brunette) and handed him one of the bottles--already opened. "Cheers~"

He grabbed it and took a hearty swig. If he got drunk fast, he could use it as an excuse to come onto Cain. Totally.

"So, uh...how old are you?" He asked, embarrassed.

He took a long drink of his own beer, grinning in a sultry sort of way. "Twenty four in a month, thanks." He remarked, taking another drink. "You said sixteen, right?"

He nodded.

"Yeah...B-but I'm almost seventeen!" He fibbed. He had actually just turned sixteen a few months ago.

"Eh. Age's just a number." He snorted, taking another drink. "It doesn't matter when things come down to it." He only very slightly leant in closer to him. "...you know?"

He flushed red, but he smiled anyway.

"Y-yeah...Uh. What...what's your favorite color?" He asked awkwardly.

"I'd say... jade green." He purred, looking right into his eyes and grinning. "...and you?"

He bit his lip, looking away. Gosh, this was so not going well. He gulped down more of his beer.

"U-uh...I like...blue." He replied, but he wasn't smooth. Neither was Cain, but he was worse.

"Hm... Sounds pretty fantastic." He purred out, lifting a brow. "...listen. You and I both know what we want. How about we just take it, eh boyo?" He teased, one hand slipping up his thigh.