[OPEN] come back and sit right down.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe kissed him slowly, almost teasing him with how slow he was being about his actions. He ran his hands down his back, resting them on his hips. He rubbed his back slowly, wondering exactly why he was so attracted to Zain. Yeah, he was an attractive species, but he wasn't attracted to his glowing eyes or his alluring ways. He was attracted to Zain in general. And that was what scared him the most.

He thought he needed to get home, had school and work in the morning. But he didn't want to.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smirked faintly, tongue brushing Monroe's lower lip. He stretched his legs out a bit more, sighing out in content. He ran a hand through his own hair, then rested it on Monroe's shoulder, watching him sleepily. They had had far too long a drive last night.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe watched him, telling himself he needed to get up and go before he thought he actually got attached to the guy. That was the last thing he wanted, especially with a guy he didn't even know. He sat up slowly, rubbing his face. His neck and shoulder hurt, but he could live with it. "You're not half bad." He teased, slowly getting to his feet.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smirked. "Yeah? Neither are you." He got off of him, leaning over and grabbing their clothes, handing Monroe his before slipping into his own boxers and jeans. He studied his tattooed chest thoughtfully, then lulled his shirt back, didn't bother trying to fix his hair. He watched the way Monroe moved, then looked away. No need to get attached, right?

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe pulled on his boxer, then his jeans. He didn't bother with his button or zipper as he sat down on the end of the couch, pulling on his shoes. He pulled his shirt on, then stood up, finally buttoning and zipping his jeans. He glanced over at Zain, telling himself what he was feeling was just the aftermath of being with what he wouldn't admit to being probably the best partner yet. "You need a ride home?" He asked.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain slipped into his shoes and stretched with a pleased groan. He glanced up, shrugged a bit, a mix between a smile and a smirk playing on his lips. "I could use one..my cousin just kind of dumped me off here." He shrugged.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe nodded, fishing his keys out of his pocket. He walked out of the break room, waiting for Zain. "I know how that is. I came to the mall with my former fuck toy and he decided to go and get raped and fracture his skull like the idiot he is. So I had to deal with him and his boyfriend." He wrinkled his nose, jingling his keys in his hand, tucking the other into his pocket.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain winced faintly at that. "Sucks." He followed him out, pulling the door closed behind them and stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked around. He shook hair from his eyes and looked around curiously before rubbing at his nose.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe shrugged. He honestly didn't care, only missed Lucas for the late night booty calls. He stopped at the foot court, getting a chocolate malt before he walked out to his car. It was his dad's old lamborghini, not much more than two years old. But his dad went through sports cars like underwear. He started the car, sitting his malt in his lap to make up for the lack of cup holders.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"Nice car," Zain breathed, climbing in. He had dropped out of school, which meant he couldn't get a good job and no money. Which was why he lived with his cousins and had no car of his own, his money went to booze and party stuff for the most part. He didn't bother with his seat belt.