[CLOSED] nothing that i can do or say.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae took the bottle from him, taking a long drink out of it before he handed it back. Those thoughts he'd been pushing to the back of his head about Ryan were slowly starting to resurface. He didn't want to think about him as anything more than a friend. He liked girls. But something about Ryan.. He ducked under the water to wet his hair, popping back up by his pool noodle.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan took it back and steadily guzzled about half the bottle, watching Clae dive under and resurface. When Ryan got started on drinking, he rarely stopped on his own unless he ran out or passed out, in no particular order. He snickered faintly at Claeton.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"What are you laughing at?" He asked with a smile, swimming over to him. He gently took the bottle from him, drinking until his throat started to burn, then he sat it down beside Ryan. He reached up, running his fingers through his hair so it stuck up, looking up at Ryan. He looked over his face, then pulled himself out of the pool before he got too drunk to swim.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"You." Ryan rise an eyebrow, and finished off the bottle, studying Claeton as he got out of the pool. He wouldn't deny that a dripping Claeton was definitely hot. And that he himself was officially drunk.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae rose an eyebrow. "Oh? And what's so funny about me?" He asked, leaning back on his hands. But he wouldn't deny that he was stealing glances at a little more than Ryan's face, looking over the other's toned body. He looked back up at him, reaching up to wipe the water from his chin.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Nothing," Ryan scoffed and winked. He drew his feet out of the pool, lying back in the grass and crossing his arms carefully over his chest. He plucked a piece of grass from the ground and flicked it at Clae, unable to feel any pain in his arms anymore at all.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"Plucking grass at me." He wrinkled his nose, plucking a piece of grass out of the ground and flicking it at Ryan. He smirked, leaning over so he was laying on his side next to Ryan. "What's so special about me, then? Cause I know you don't wink at everyone." He rose an eyebrow, watching him intently.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"I'm drunk, duh." He chuckled faintly, looking his way. He leaned over, lips grazing Claeton's ear. "I can't tell you that though, it's a secret." A smirk as he leaned back again. "If I told youu..I'd have'tah' kill you.." Another laugh.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae slowly ran his finger up Ryan's chest, looking over at him. He traced slowly up and down his torso, looking over at him. "Would you?" He asked with a smirk, his hand stopping just above his boxers. Something inside of him had wanted an excuse to touch him, and being drunk seemed like a good enough excuse.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan drew in a soft breath, eyeing his hand with a smirk. "Yes. I would." He covered Clae's hand with his own, pushed it down a little lower before his own fingers traced slowly up the other male's arm.