#and a lil' bit of ohmtoonz

[aviidus-archived]

Can you teach me any tips in anatomy or drawing the male body? Like I absolutely love your art! Do you use references?

Disclaimer: I’m a self-taught artist and I learned mostly by practice, studying and looking at references, studying other artists, and using the things around me for reference (ie. my hands, poses etc.). There are also some things I learned in art class (which honestly isn’t really art class, it’s just doing different projects that have no relation to each other) and through my artistic friend @knightsweetiesart​! Here’s her art ref blog @queensweeties​

***I don’t have proper knowledge of anatomy, so I hope what I’m presenting is relatively close.. ; w ;

But, if you’re still interested with how I draw stuff, here you go!

That’s much of it! For those interested in knowing how I draw the bbs boys, read more bellow!:

Evan: Since Evan is a former hockey player, he’s a pretty huge buff man. Like;;; he’s really well built. Although over the years, since he doesn’t play much hockey anymore, he’s getting a little squishy and even more ahsdfdafasf as time goes on. U kno what I mean?

Delirious: This is my version of him. I picture him as a lanky guy, pretty lean with some muscles here and there. uwu I forgot to give him a beard.. dammit

Panda: Honestly, he’s my favorite out of all of them to draw. He’s just so round and squishy. He’s got a strong-fat body type (but leaning in more to the chubbier side, with a lil’ bit of tum-tum), definitely my favorite body type. the stereotypical buff muscular man is so overrated 

Tyler: How do I even begin with this titan… He’s got a similar body type as panda, but he’s a lot taller and and less on the soft chub side (he’s still soft tho). Also his beard and hair are so fluffy

Brian: This man might as well be a damn model Is2g. He’s pretty built, I’d say almost as built as 2014 Vanoss.

Nogla: Toll irish potato. He’s lanky as hecc, and he doesn’t look like he work out much??? lol, Maybe I don’t look at references of him often enough. He’s pretty skinny in that one Miniladd Q&A video which I know is about four years old. Lately, he’s been getting just a tiny bit of chub on his face. Have you seen his insta photos? he looks so soft and squishy now.

Ohm: Now, the way I draw him is based off his arm/hand/leg reveals both on youtube, twitter, and his insta. Judging by his fingers, hands, and wrists, he’s a pretty big guy, but like.. rlly soft I think- at least that’s what I want to imagine. Soft bunny rabbit lol

Cartoonz: This man is thin but he works out a lot, basically an average body type. But musclessss he’s got them. Also the damn beard. asdf

Marcel: He’s not as buff nor as chub. He’s got an average body type, so pretty basic- ha, get it.. BasicallyIdowrk???. I’m going to let myself out;;;;

Brock: During his face reveal, he mentioned that he used to play rugby and american football, safe to say he’s a huge man. Once again, on of my fav body types aaaaa w

Also, I’m very bad with description, I’m sorry adsfds

[mssjynx]

can I ask for 15 abo prompt OhmToonz please >:зc

alpha / beta / omega au

ohmtoonz drabble

15. Hey, you’re hot and my ex is trying to get back with me at this club, mind if I grind on you real quick so he fucks off?

a/n- it’s a little steamy, but not enough for a warning. hope you enjoy!

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It was just Ryan’s luck that his first night out after breaking up with his boyfriend would be ruined by said boyfriend following him around and trying to lure him back. He had half an hour spent at the bar, laughing and drinking with Craig before the beta was laying his eyes on a tall, handsome alpha brooding at the other end of the bar. Ryan wasn’t one to hold his friends back, giving the beta a shove before watching him strut to where crystal blue eyes noticed him.

In seconds, the beta was charming his way into a free drink, sitting close and chatting. The alpha that looked a whole lot less pissed to be there with the charming Brit in front of him and before Ryan could even finish his drink, Craig was dragging the man into the crowd of dancers, laughing and disappearing from the omega’s sight.

Ryan could only sigh, finishing his drink and waving down the bartender. He was a people-watcher by nature, sitting and sipping as he gazed around the dim bar. People drinking, people laughing, people dancing- he watched with curiosity and half-assed interest until his eyes landed on one man in particular.

Tall, muscled, bearded. He stood on the edge of the dancefloor with another tall brunette who was dancing stupidly enough to make Ryan giggle behind his glass. But the first man drew his attention back, the way he stood tall and proud, and laughed with his whole body. His smile brightened his entire face as he smacked a hand over the back of his friend’s head, scolding him as the other cackled.

Ryan didn’t realise he was staring until the eyes he was watching slid over to him and they locked gaze across the room. That laugh faded into curiosity and Ryan felt his cheeks flare with heat, turning to face the bar and ducking his head. He felt the gaze of the man on his back and refused to let himself acknowledging it, glaring at the bartender who snickered as he cleaned a glass.

Dating someone for three years meant your nose remained especially sensitive to their scent, so it was no surprise that he recognised the moment his ex was in the vicinity. He sat bolt upright, spinning around to scan the room and ignoring the look he received from the attractive man now dancing boredly with a female.

As soon as his eyes landed on the last person he wanted to see, he was off his seat and abandoning his drink. He was sure the alpha was able to scent his presence just as easily as Ryan did to him and he needed to avoid that conversation more than anything else. If the stupid number of missed calls and pleading messages were enough of a give away, the alpha wasn’t giving up on him.

Before he even knew where he was going, he was stumbling into the crowd of dancing drunks, pushing down the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm him. He allowed the mess of scents and sweat to drown his own out and danced lamely as he was knocked from side-to-side.

The music was something far too young for him and he barely even noticed where or what he was doing as he frantically searched for those stupidly bushy eyebrows. He didn’t stop until someone stumbled into him and scent him tripping backwards. Had there not been someone standing right behind him, he would have fallen on his ass and apologies were already spilling from his lips before he even turned around.

Cool brown eyes. Oh, boy.

They widened in surprise, then recognition, and Ryan couldn’t help the flush of his cheeks when the gorgeous alpha grinned at him. “What’s your name?” he asked, interrupting Ryan’s babbled apologies. His hand didn’t move from Ryan’s lower back, remaining where it was when he’d stopped the omega from falling to his ass.

“Ryan.” They were closer than felt necessary but Ryan wasn’t about to argue as the alpha’s scent brushed his nose.

“I’m Luke,” was the confident response, touched with a tilt of the head. The alpha’s voice was alluring, the southern drawl turning a special type of heat in Ryan’s lower belly.

And just as he was making the most of that delicious scent of coffee when that of linen brushed into his senses. “Ryan?” The call was only picked up by the omega’s sensitive ears and he couldn’t help the curl of his spine as he instinctively pressed into the alpha’s space.

A raise of the eyebrows was the only response but Luke didn’t shy away from curling his arm around Ryan’s back to keep him close. “Clingy ex-boyfriend,” Ryan explained, feeling like the guy at least deserved a little explanation as he slid his hands up from that muscled chest to those broad shoulders.

An understanding smile. “Want help with that one?” he asked, voice tinged with teasing as he swayed his body in a style of dancing that had Ryan’s ears pink. And despite being unable to verbalise, he nodded sharply and felt his head spin at the alpha’s broad grin. “No stress, baby,” he purred, letting his fingertips dance over the curve of Ryan’s butt as he dropped his head to the omega’s shoulder.

Ryan was pulled into the dance, letting Luke lead him in the rotations of his hips and the swaying of their bodies. They moved together like they were meant to and Ryan couldn’t help his shudder as grinning lips crept along his bare shoulder. The scent of coffee stained his senses and Ryan wasn’t sure if his head was spinning or if the dancefloor was moving beneath them. He linked his arms behind the alpha’s neck and leant back as that eager mouth tasted his throat.

In the back of my mind, he was sure hickies weren’t all that necessary to convince Liam to fuck off. The idea of telling Luke to stop, however, was nowhere near the forefront of his mind as he rolled his hips down and ground on the thigh that occupied the space in-between his legs.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, unsure whether it was the scent of coffee or the alcohol in his system that was causing the haze behind his eyes. Liam vanished from his mind altogether as hands roamed over the angles of his hips and the curve of his ass.

He could hardly breath as lips trailed up his neck, nipping and sucking as they went. It was like he was seventeen again, grinding on an alpha, moaning on every exhale, keening at the thought of being marked up. “Toonz! There’s a cute fucking omega over by the- by the- Oh, shit! What the-”

It was bruising how hard he was slammed back to Earth as Luke snapped his head up and yanked Ryan tight to his chest. Within seconds, the protective hold was released as Luke realised it was his friend from earlier, standing with two drinks and wide eyes. He was another alpha which explained the natural aggressive side Luke showed but Ryan couldn’t help the way it boiled his blood.

Despite the loosened grip, he remained right up in Luke’s space as two girls at the bar giggled. “Shit! Sor- Sorry, I- I’ll- You guys-” He stumbled back into a guy who was dancing, spilling a drink and fumbling to catch the glass. “I’m leavin’!” he exclaimed, spinning around and dashing away as Luke’s chest vibrated with a chuckle.

“That’s Jon for you.” His voice was low enough for just Ryan to hear as the omega breathed a laugh. When he glanced back up to the alpha he’d been grinding on like he was in heat only a few moments ago, those deep brown eyes were already on him. They froze for a moment, sharing each other’s gaze as others danced in around them. Ryan couldn’t hold back the shudder that trickled down his spine as a suggestive hand slipped beneath his shirt to slide over the soft skin of his hips. “How about we catch a cab back to mine, hm?” he asked, lips curling in a smirk at the flush that glowed on the omega’s cheeks.

The intent was clear and Ryan couldn’t deny that he was more than ready to be fucked into oblivion by this sexy hunk of an alpha. He could also tell that if they stayed in the club for much longer, he’d end up dripping through his jeans. Luke’s touch had an electricity that felt strong enough to reignite Ryan’s heat and the very thought had the omega catching long calloused fingers between his and leading him towards the exit.

[anxiety-n-chill]

Draft of My Ohmtoonz Fanfic

Chapter Warnings:

Homophobia, Cursing, Mention of shooting and guns and death, Mental Breakdown, Crying, Abuse, Anxiety, Insecurities.

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    Sickness was not always physical. For example, depression.

I had always been a happy person, or at least I tried my best, but recently it's become impossible to even fake it. I know it's just petty internet shit, we all deal with haters, but it's not the same. These people seem to know me, know my weaknesses.

'Your shit sucks, Luke. Fucking quit already'.

'Faggot!'

'You and Ohmwrecker god fucking queers'.

'Your father must fucking be so disappointed'.

'Should've been aborted'.

Positive people, true fans, protected me in the replies, but it didn't help. These just struck me. It's like they knew...knew about my secrets.

My laptop interrupted my thoughts with the familiar ring of a Skype call. I debated on ignoring it, but keeping myself in this depressing slump would just make things worse. I scooted my chair away from my setup and grabbed the laptop off my bed. I briefly smiled and the little collage of bunny stickers.

Opening up, I see the call was from the one and only Ohmwrecker. With a breathy chuckle, I answer.

"Good day, Ohmie," I greet. As usual, Ohm had his camera turned off, and I returned it with my own camera off.

"Toonzy! How's you?" Ryan's little giggle sends another smile on my face.

"Good..." I swallow as the hate comments return in my mind. Ryan catches this somehow; he's one of my best friends, of course he would.

Ryan gets serious. "Don't lie to me, Luke. What's up, man?"

I sigh and admit I had read the hate comments on my recent video. This isn't the first time I've put myself through torment like this, and Ryan had comforted me then too.

"Oh, Luke," Ryan says quietly, "We talked about this. Maybe it's best to turn off the comments on videos if they're getting bad like that."

"It would raise questions from fans," I answer, "And I can't ignore the true fans. I just...I just wish I was so damn sensitive."

"You're not sensitive, Luke," Ryan comforts, "Maybe go over to Del's house for a bit. He'd certainly get your mind off things."

I debate this for a minute. It wouldn't be a bad idea, and I haven't hung out with Jon in a while.

"Yeah I think I will," I say, "I'll text him now. I'll call you later, maybe we can record? Oh, also, thanks for the bunny stickers."

I hear Ryan give another laugh.

"Of course, Toonzy. See ya."

"Love ya, man."

And with that, I end the call. I place the laptop back onto my bed and return to my setup. Grabbing my phone, I send a quick text to Jon.

'yo u open to hang?'

I doubted he would be awake at 2pm, but it was worth a shot. To my surprise, my phone dinged soon after I laid it down.

'helllll yeah! just cum ovr whenevr man'

'k, ill get there in about an hour'

'cool beans'

I lay my phone back down and look at my desktop. The comments were still open on the screen.

'Faggot'.

'Queer'.

'Burn in hell, gay bitch'.

I close the tab with a sharp inhale. Ryan is right, looking at these won't help. I need to get out.

Before I change my mind, I go get a pair of jeans and a clean shirt. Freshening up and splashing some water on my face calms me down a bit. I slide on my boots and grab my phone, then my keys.

I head out of my house, making sure to lock my door behind me. As I walk to the driver's side of my car, I reach over my hood to swat away the neighborhood stray cat off. It gives me a disapproving look and runs away into the hole of my neighbor's fence.

As soon as my car starts, a song softly starts to play though the speakers.

"Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you."

That's depressing, too depression for me. I click the station off and connect it to Bluetooth, quickly restarting a podcast I had began last week.

Nothing interesting broke me from my depressing and lonely thoughts on the way over to Jon's. I guess the universe wants me to suffer.

The ride wasn't as long as I expected, guess I zoned out. Turning off my phone and car, I exit and make my way up to Jon's front door.

The doorbell was able to be faintly heard outside, though it was drowned out by the sound of pounding footsteps.

Jon opens the door wide and stands there with a big smile. "CARTOONZ," he laughs loudly.

Jon, surprisingly, was a lot taller than me, even taller than Bryce. He had black hair than stayed in a short buzz, and he has a bit of a stumble on his chin. His skin was very pale, and his eyes were a dark gray. Jon is a lanky fellow, but don't doubt his strength. He's a stubborn bitch.

"Hey, man," I chuckle and give him a quick hug. He closes the door behind me and leads me into his kitchen.

"Coke?" I nod and he tosses a Pepsi to me and grabs a 7up for himself. I silently disagree with his choice, but hey, he's a hater of Pepsi and is kink enough to keep some in his fridge for me.

"So what's good," he asks as he leaps up onto his counter to sit. I lean against on the counter beside him.

"Um..." I know I should talk to him about it, but Jon is like my little brother. I shouldn't put this all on him.

  "Ey man," Jon says more seriously, "What's wrong, Luke."

  I give him the same story as Ryan. My heart feels heavy again.

  Jon's knuckles are white at the edge of the countertop. "Fucking assholes. Wish I could teach em a lesson," he growls.

  "Jon, they're probably kids.." I say. Jon nods but is still tense.

  "I don't want anything to happen to you, Luke," he says quietly, "Not after high school."

  I gulp. I dated Jon's sister, Lucille, in high school, and me and Jon got close. Though her and I aren't together now, him and I still see each other as family. I grew up with depression, and Jon was there along with Lucille. They saw the worst of me.

  "I'm not a teen anymore," I mumble, "I should be able to handle this."

  "You aren't expect to handle shit! Lil fuckfaces shoulda grow up!" he says sternly. I smile a bit at his frustrated face.

  "I know, Jonny," I sigh, "but hey, they're not wrong..."

  Jon snorts, "They are. Bein' bi don't make you uh-uh fag!"

  I came out to Jon a bit after I left Lucille. It wasn't a rough breakup, even after dating for 8 years. We both knew it just wasn't for us as adults, more like a teen fling. Anyway, coming out to Jon was rough. He was accepting, and even told me he was gay. We cried together in our shared apartment. Afterwards, we drank cheep beer and played Mario cart.

  I give a little chuckle and Jon belts out a loud laugh. This is why this dumbfuck was my best friend. He can never fail to make me laugh.

"Hey, so me and Ohm wanna record t'night," I say after we calm down, "You up for some?" I see Jon dart his eyes for a second and bite the inside of his mouth. Fuck, what did this boy do now.

"Uh well I gots plans," he says awkwardly, "I promise Ev-Vanoss...that I'd play GTA." That's nothing unusual, so why is he all flustered?

"What's up, though? You're gettin all red," I ask with concern. Jon takes a chug from his 7up and swallows slowly to waste time.

"Uh...Vanoss wants to meet up."

"Oh shit," I gasp. Jon hasn't met the others- in person at least. Meaning they haven't seen his face. None of them know why he don't show his face expect me.

Bullies fucking suck.

"So...are you gonna?" I ask after a pause. Jon gulps and shrugs.

"I wanna...b-but ya know man," he sighs, "What if it gets online, or he expect something else."

I've heard this from Jon many times whenever he brings up fans wanting a face reveal. But this is different. This is his best friend Evan asking.

"Don't if you don't wanna 100%," I say, "I'll go with you if that'ul help." Jon nods and finishes his drink.

"I'll think about it."

After a few hours of watching movies and playing games, I say bye and head home. As soon as I do, a text lights up my phone.

'you home, toonz?'

I quickly unlock my phone to answer Ryan.

'yeah am now wuzzup?'

'bryce wants to play duo with me on some new game, trynna see what game you got in mind'

'uno?'

'I'm up for it, maybe he can join and put off his game'

'cool with me'

I head to my bedroom after grabbing a slice of pizza from last nights dinner. I open up my desktop and go to tumblr just to waste time as Ryan tries to convince Bryce to play.

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So this is the first chapter (draft) and I would like opinions! There’s another little part after this that switches to Del’s POV with Vanoss n shit but I’m pretty solid on that. Feel free to criticize :3

[alit0my]

Alive [ohmtoonz] [drabble]

Teeny tiny lil drabble for y'all, a little different than my normal style I think, idk if I like it or not but oh well :-) prompt came from @screamzwithgoatz though I did change it up a bit from what they suggested

They felt alive.

The shops had closed an hour ago, and the parking lot was vacant. Few trolleys lay in bunches on the sectioned pavement; not a soul in sight as the two men walked side by side to the nearest trolley, hands shoved in their pockets. Grinning ear to ear, the smaller of the pair jumped into the trolley and held onto the sides while the taller grabbed onto the handle.

Laughter filled the crisp, silent air as the trolley flew across the parking lot with the pair holding on tight. Happiness and content filled their bodies from head to toe, enjoying the rush that it gave them as the wind flew through their hair. Times like these are what they enjoyed the most. Enjoying each other’s company and feeling like they did back in their youth.

Red and blue lights flashed brightly against the dark of the night, and a loud siren was heard for a few moments before the pair saw a car turn into the parking lot. Hearts pumping and breathing erratic, the pair jumped away from the trolley and ran as far and fast as they could.

With the sounds of sirens and an engine not too far away from their persons the couple weaved in and out of alley ways and over fences, laughter filling the air as they managed to escape the authorities.

With blood rushing through their veins, the bearded man gently pushed the smaller male backwards so his back hit the brick wall and cupped his cheeks, both of them having smiles plastered onto their faces and their heavy breaths mixed together in the cold air.

“We’re gonna get caught one day,” the smaller man said, placing his hands on the bearded man’s hips.

“They can’t do shit to us, it’s not illegal,” the bearded man grinned before placing his lips onto his lover’s. The rush from the adrenaline fuelled their love even further as the sound of sirens faded away, and all their attention was on the other.

Wandering hands covered every inch of skin and muffled moans escaped chapped lips as they made the most of their time. Gentle touches in soft areas made knees weak and heartbeats accelerate, and the pair wouldn’t have it any other way.

They felt alive.

[weetiebel]

What are your honest thoughts on Ohmtoonz lately? I'm feeling a lil bit sad and worried..

Why you feeling sad and worried? I think it is at it’s best at the moment. The last Rainbow Siege video we saw he has started turning his attention to Ohm as he used to do with Delirious. The way he asked if he wanted to ride in his new truck etc with only directing his questions and call outs at him showed that when playing 6seige he thinks about Ohm, as well as when playing by himself, thinking of Ohm when he was on Kanal because it made Ohm laugh.  I think they have become so close, with the in-jokes they share and the fact Rainbow is now ‘their game’ together like Cartoonz stated as well as the fact they’re always flirting with one another, with neither put off by it as they’re both flirty in nature.

Cartoonz has even made small videos for Ohm (the lemonade and the shower one) like you would a close friend. He also knows what Ohm looks like too, which could mean that Ohm is more than comfortable showing Cartoonz what he looks like.

 To be honest, I enjoy shipping people together, but at the end of the day, I know all they are is friends, and in this case, I know that their friendship only grows closer as they start playing more and more together. Of course, too Cartoonz, Delirious will always be the main guy he plays with because they’re practically brothers in real life, but Ohm is just some guy he has met on the internet who has become his best friend online as they play more games together, not just 6seige. So I’m not really sure what you’re worried about. I reckon they’ll only grow closer together. They both respect each other and they make each other laugh, so I doubt that bond they have will break even if they disagree on matters. 

Sorry for this long-ass post, but that’s my feelings on the matter of Ohmtoonz.

[imbero]

Hunny bunny | Ohmtoonz | Hybrid AU

Ryan was sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting Luke to come home. As he heard the keys clinking, his little fluffy tail began to wiggle.

Ryan heard the door opening and jumped up to welcome Luke home. “Welcome home Lukie.” he said as he went for a hug. “Did you get bored here?” Luke asked Ryan after awhile.

“Honestly said… yeah a lil bit but I played some Dead by Daylight with Bryce and some randoms.” he aswered happily, his ear perking up as he noticed the bag Luke was carrying.

“That’s something that I saw and had to get that for you. You can see it after dinner, okay?” Luke said while fluffing Ryan soft hair and walked to the kitchen. “What are we going to eat, Luke?” Ryan asked curiously.

“I was thinking about having some chinese food if it’s okay with you? We could get takeaway from that place you like.” Ryan heard Luke say as he followed him to the kitchen. “Yeah it’s more than okay with me. Then we don’t have to do dishes today.”

As they ordered the food, Ryan went to the living room to check if there’s anything good coming right now in television. “Hey Luke! They are showing that Alice in the wonderland with Johnny Depp in it right now! Shall we watch that while waiting for food?” Ryan asked Luke as he came ro the living room. “Yeah sure, the food will be here in about 35min they said.”

After the food arrived and they paid for it, they went back to the kitchen to get drinks. “Hey hunny bunny, what do you want to drink?” Luke asked while checking the refrigerator for drinks. “Is there still ice tea left? If not I can just drink water” Ryan said.

They found their drinks, Ryan getting his ice tea and Luke having ice water. Then they went back to the living room and began to eat while watching the movie.

When the movie ended and both of them finished eating, they laid down on the sofa cuddling. Ryan on top of Luke’s chest. “Why are you always so warm, Luke? I’m always feeling cold without you next to me” Ryan said and pouted. Luke took awhile to answer his question because he was looking at Ryan’s cute pout. “Maybe it’s because you are a bunny hybrid while I’m a cat hybrid.”

They took a nap and Ryan was first to wake up. He looked at Luke and enjoyed how relaxed Luke looked. His cat ears peeking from his hair that was now a mess. “Luuuuke. Luke! Wake up. It’s already a late afternoon! You need to get up babe.” Ryan tried to shake him awake.

“Hmmm not now Ohmie, just five mire minutes.” Luke said tiredly and pukked Ryan back to his chest, one hand on his back and other one on Ryan’s tail.

It took awhile and lots of kisses for Ryan to get Luke up. “Oh yeah, I totally forgot that suprise that I got for you. Wait here and close your eyes, okay?” Luke said as he got up to get the bag from the kitchen.

“Ready to see the suprise?” Ryan heard Luke ask him. After getting a little yes from Ryan, Luke took the suprise out of the bag and held it in front of Ryan. “Okay, open your eyes.”

When Ryan opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was very soft looking grey hoodie with pastel pink bunny ears on the hood. “Oh Luke! It’s so pretty. You really shouldn’t have!” Ryan said as he touched the hoodie as Luke gave it to him. ��It was nothing really, just thought how cold you can get. Also you can put your ears to thise ear parts. And of course I got one too. Not bunny one, but a brown cat, so we kinda match.” Luke said as he aat next to Ryan and took his hoodie out of the bag too.

“Aw Luke! You are so cute” Ryan said as he watched Luke put on his cat hoodie. “Put your hoodie on too, I want to see if you look as cute as I think you will.” said Luke.

After both of them had the hoodies on and Ryan even hide his ears to the hoodies ear part. “Thank you so much Luke. I really do love you so so much.” Ryan said voice full of love as he kissed Luke.

//Aaaand that’s the end for this part! Hope you enjoyed this. Requests to ozzwritesbbs.tumblr.com

Crossposted to my: ao3; ozzupossu Wattpad; ozzwritesbbs //

[mssjynx]

a series of pretty promises

ohmtoonz fic no warnings 6224 words

@alfa-angel hi! this is a present for you, lovely! its a lil ohmtoonz fic for your birthday (ignore the fact that I’m two or three days late) but i super super loved writing it and I really really hope you love reading it! keep being your lovely, eccentric self!

The bustle of people held them close, one arm wrapped easily over Ryan’s shoulder to keep him from getting jostled with the crowd. The theatre had never been so busy, but the new Star Wars film wasn’t one to go unnoticed.

Ryan waited patiently as the popcorn machine rumbled, dropping lovely buttery pieces of popcorn into the cardboard bucket. He tried not to pay too much attention to how close Luke was at his side, thumb drifting back and forth over the protruding bone atop the end of Ryan’s shoulder. The action may have been an unconscious one for Luke, but Ryan was all too aware of their proximity.

It was the first time they’d hung out together outside of the cafe and he couldn’t help the butterflies fluttering in his tummy as his recurring internal question circled through his mind again.

“Woah!” Luke’s exclamation drew his attention back to his bucket, overflowing with popcorn which fell to their feet. He jerked the bucket away from the dispenser. “You still with me, Ryan?” His words were brushed with amusement as Ryan lifted his hand to hide his blush of embarrassment.

“Sorry.” He only met Luke’s eyes for a moment before dropping his attention as his face went up in flames. “Got lost in my thoughts for a second.”

The arm over his shoulders dropped to settle around his waist, long fingers resting atop Ryan’s shirt. He began leading the two of them towards the theatre, holding his tickets in hand. “Is everything okay?” Luke asked, and the touch of concern that leaked into his low, southern tone had the warm flush in Ryan’s cheeks reaching down to fill his heart too.

With whatever courage he could muster, he looked up to meet Luke’s gorgeous dark eyes again and nodded his head with a gentle smile. “I’m all fine, don’t stress. Just… distracted,” he explained, trying not to notice how Luke pulled him that slight bit closer when giving the theatre worker their tickets. He tore the corner of them before handing them back and the two continued down the hall to the entrance of their assigned theatre.

“Well don’t be too distracted to miss this movie, okay? If you zone out through the whole thing I’m gonna have to drag you back here for the next showing and we’ll watch it all over again.” The tease in his voice had a touch of the truth and touch of a joke, and Ryan didn’t doubt that the boy would do exactly that.

He nodded with a soft laugh, the arm around his waist slipping away only for his fingers to be caught and linked with Luke’s. The southern boy lead Ryan up the stairs, between the many rows full of other people. Ryan had no idea how Luke had managed to catch such perfect seats as they shuffled past people knees to the very back right corner of the theatre. “How early did you book these tickets?” Ryan asked, his hushed tone aware of the number of people sitting impatiently in their seats.

When he sat himself down, popping his drink in the cupholder and the popcorn between them, he looked to Luke who was surprisingly quiet and blinked in confusion. Was it too dim for him to see right or were Luke’s cheeks a darker tone than usual?

The older boy glanced away and Ryan didn’t get the chance to decide. “A little bit before I asked you,” he commented, nonchalant about the fact. Ryan blinked. He had asked him a few weeks before, knowing the movie was soon to be released, but how early had Luke been thinking about asking Ryan to go with him? “Get comfortable,” Luke whispered before Ryan could form a question that wasn’t embarrassing. The quick change of subject was perfectly timed as the black wall before them lit up and music seeped through the speakers.

The movie was beginning.

Yet thirty minutes into the movie and Ryan could hardly pay attention. He kept zoning into his thoughts, jolting as if electrocuted anytime his knuckles brushed with Luke’s when they simultaneously reached for popcorn, completely losing himself in his nerves and questions and wonders.

Why had Luke asked Ryan? From all the flirting and little bantering, to go to hanging out as friends was so peculiar. It didn’t feel just friendly, with all the hand holding, arms around shoulders and waists. But Luke hadn’t put up the middle armrest! Wasn’t that something people did when they went on dates; cuddled up together and watched the movie? So was Ryan wrong to think it was a date? Luke hadn’t specified so and he didn’t mention anything about any reasons to why he’d asked Ryan so-

“Ryan, is there something bothering you?” Luke’s voice wound its way into his awareness and he snapped his attention to the boy sitting beside him, watching with careful, worried eyes. They glimmered in the dim theatre, deep and full of stars. “Are you okay?” Gentle fingertips followed the question, drifting down the sensitive skin on the inside of Ryan’s forearm before slipping between his fingers.

The cafe worker ducked his head for a moment, hesitating before lifting his gaze back to meet Luke’s. “Is this… a date?” he asked, the words followed my an internal sigh of relief at their release.

Luke’s expression didn’t shift except for the slight tilt his lips adopted, turning up at the question. “If you want it to be a date, it is. If not, then that’s okay too,” he explained, the simple, open answer warming Ryan’s heart despite not giving him what he wanted. He smiled at his hands, glancing to the theatre screen.

“But when you asked me,” he pushed, “did you ask me in thinking of taking me on a date? I don’t want you to just say it’s a date now so I- because I want it to be. I want you to be honest.”

The hand in his lifted, tightening slightly as it was brought up to rest atop the arm rest between them. Luke’s free fingers slipped up over Ryan’s knuckles, moving slowly and lightly over the back of his hand and his wrist. “When I asked you, I was intending it to be a date. I chickened out last minute and didn’t specify, but from the moment I bought the tickets, it has been a date to me.”

Ryan watched his face, eyes squinted just slightly as he tried to pick out anything in Luke’s face that might have told him the older boy was lying to reassure him. “You sure?” he whispered, aware of the irritated glares sent their way from Luke’s distinct voice.

Luke’s smile broadened, shuffling back and releasing Ryan’s hand. He pushed the armrest up, moving the popcorn to his other side and shuffling into the space he had created between them. “I promise,” he told him, slipping an arm behind Ryan’s back when he leaned forward, and tugging him firmly to his side.

The sincerity in his voice was enough for Ryan, being cuddled into Luke’s side in the exact way he’d wanted to be. With clear air surrounding them and a comfortable warmth holding them together, they returned their attention to the film playing in front of them and Ryan rested his head against Luke’s shoulder.

Thoughtlessly playing with Luke’s long fingers throughout the duration of the rest of the film, he didn’t get distracted again until it was over.

-

The second date was more than special. First of all, Luke greeted Ryan at the cafe counter, wearing a dazzling grin and a confident look in his eyes.

“Would you like to go to the aquarium with me this Sunday?” he asked, paying no mind to Ryan’s coworker who slinked away from the blushing boy with a smirk. The brunette dropped his eyes, obviously embarrassed by the attention, but Luke couldn’t look away if he wanted to. Ryan was cute normally, but with flushed cheeks and that flustered smile; Luke had never seen someone look so beautiful.

“Luke,” he mumbled, lifting a hand to cover the right side of his rosy face.

“A second date,” Luke clarified, grinning still and leaning forward on the counter. “Write your number down on my cup for me an’ I’ll message you tomorrow about it, okay? My usual, please.” The little wink he added to the end of his order unsurprisingly had Ryan’s flush crawling down his neck, the barista taking the bill from Luke’s hands and quickly giving him his change.

His quiet murmur of: “It’ll only be a minute,” had amused giggles sounding from the two girls standing behind Luke in line.

“Thanks, sugar.”

Ryan’s ears were bright red, the girls releasing another round of amused giggles as Luke turned and walked down to his usual booth. When his drink arrived, he smiled with satisfaction at the scrawl of ten digits lining the side of paper cup along with a little sharpie heart.

And the date went as swimmingly (Luke couldn’t not snicker at his internal pun) as it could have gone.

From the moment Ryan arrived in long overalls with a camera around his neck, Luke couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. He pulled the shorter boy into a hug, winding their fingers together as he did so. There was no better feeling than Ryan’s hand clutching the back of Luke’s shirt while the brunette buried his face in Luke’s shoulder.

And it seemed that was as long as Ryan could last hiding his excitement, as when they pulled away Ryan was wearing the biggest smile Luke had ever seen on his gorgeous face. It wasn’t shy, flustered or embarrassed like the ones he showed when Luke flirted and flattered him in the cafe, nor was it mischievous like the ones Luke caught across the room after receiving his coffee with some ridiculous nickname scrawled on the side.

It was pure, unadulterated excitement and the beauty of the boy standing in front of him hit Luke like a sucker punch.

Before Luke could even greet him, Ryan was almost running down the path with him in tow. The air-conditioning welcomed them into the lobby, Ryan bouncing on the balls of his feet as he gazed around the room at pictures and art of the ocean and its creatures.

“A little excited, are we?” Luke probed, bumping their intertwined hands against Ryan’s hip. Beautiful green eyes fell to Luke, that smile never faltering as he let out a laugh and a shrug.

“I’ve always loved ocean animals,” he explained, kicking his feet at the smooth flooring. “I’ve never been to an actual aquarium.”

Luke grinned. “Well, you’ll love every second in this place,” he said, making sure his words were strong and genuine.

Ryan could hardly wait long enough for them to buy their entry and walk into the facility. Immediately, Ryan was dragging Luke through each room, stopping at large windows to examine the little fish and ocean animals in each little fish tank. He took pictures and fawned over multi-coloured jellyfish.

By the time they made it to the little underground theatre with a large wall of grass exposing the bigger fish that swam around the wider tank. It was just the two of them wandering behind the row of seats and gazing in awe at the underwater life on the other side of the glass.

Ryan was up against the glass in seconds. “Look! Did you see that one!? It’s a baby zebra shark- he’s coming back!” The nineteen year old didn’t stop himself from squatting down to the shark’s level as it swam languidly up to the glass. “See his spots and stripes? They’re such pretty sharks.” The shark turned and ducked away, Ryan half raising to stand before a gasp left his mouth. Luke watched with a fond smile as the boy jumped up and stumbled along the glass wall to wherea small crowd of brightly coloured seahorses were floating around in a crowd of grass and corals.

“Fuck, seahorses are so cool! They’re such weird little animals, look at her nose!” he exclaimed, blindly reaching out and grabbing Luke’s shirt. He yanked his date close, pulling him down to crouch beside Ryan and get a closer look at the odd little ocean creatures. It was almost impossible for Luke to pull his gaze away from Ryan’s face of childish awe.

There was nothing more gorgeous than the simplistic happiness that vibrated through the entirety of his date’s being.

When Ryan glanced at Luke, his grin faltered and Luke frowned. Anxiety slipped into those bright eyes and Luke wanted to put that joy back in the boy in front of him as quickly as he could. “I’m sorry,” Ryan said, laughing lightly. Luke could see him getting smaller, retreating back into his shell of worry and concern and fear. “I don’t mean to be annoying I just- I get pretty excited about this stuff.”

Now that just wasn’t going to fly with Luke at all. He fell to his butt, sitting on the carpeted floor and easily getting a grip on Ryan’s wrist. One swift tug was all that was necessary for the boy to unbalance and fall on top of Luke, knees falling either side of his thighs to stop him from slamming down on his date’s lap.

Still, the proximity of it was enough to have his cheeks burning pink. Before he could push up and away, one of Luke’s hands fell to his hip, and the other lifted to cup his face. Ryan sucked in a breath through his teeth and fell dead still.

“Don’t you think for a second I’m unhappy or annoyed.” He didn’t let Ryan look anywhere else but his eyes, making sure the boy in his lap heard his every word. “I’m…” Trying to find an explanation to his distracted behaviour took him a long second. He bit his tongue. “I’ve never seen you smile so much before. I just can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you are.”

He ignored his own fluster at the honesty in his tone, brushing his thumb along Ryan’s warm cheekbone. Shaky fingers lifted to curl around his wrist, Ryan’s weight settling over Luke’s thighs as green eyes dropped to the space between them. “Don’t say that,” he murmured, cheeks darkening further.

Luke’s head tilted lightly, lips soft in his smile. “I want to see you smile like this every day,” he said, drawing Ryan closer as he practically melted above him. Their foreheads bumped lightly, resting together as Luke counted the freckles that spotted Ryan’s rosy cheeks.

“I’m childish-”

“You’re not.” Green eyes lifted, locking with Luke’s open, honest gaze. “I don’t think you’re childish; I think you’re beautiful.” The fingers around his wrist squeezed lightly, the moment hovering between them. Luke didn’t miss the way Ryan’s bottom lip quivered. “Do you believe me?”

Those pretty eyes fell shut, brows creasing with internal conflict. “Maybe…”

“If there’s one thing I won’t ever do, Ry; it’s break a promise,” he explained. “And I promise you that I’m telling the truth when I say that you are damn beautiful when you blush, and even more so when you’re happy like that.”

The way Ryan slumped, eyes closed and body loose showed his defeat and acceptance, and Luke knew he didn’t need to push the boy any more. He leaned forwards, pressing his lips to that warm cheek before giving his hip a nudge. The barista blinked his eyes open and allowed Luke to help him back to his feet.

“Have you ever touched a stingray?” he offered. No matter how many thoughts were running around Ryan’s head, the idea of being able to interact with real life stingrays was too good to pass up. Luke watched the boy visibly push his inner conflict about the little reassuring pep-talk he’d received to the back of his head for another time.

His current focus was the offer of friendly stingrays and Luke’s hand in his, pulling him towards the stairs that would lead them around the next site of the aquarium they had yet to experience.

-

When Ryan turned up at Luke’s apartment four days after their second date, the mechanic didn’t exactly know what to do. He was covered in grease and dressed in old dirty clothes, having dragged himself away from working in his home to answer to door and not expecting Ryan to be standing there looking stressed as all hell.

“Can I come in?”

Luke was already dreading the conversation ahead, hoping to anything that it wasn’t what he thought it was going to be. No matter his fears, seeing Ryan so distressed was unsettling and he stepped aside for the boy immediately. “Are you okay?” he asked, shutting the door behind him and following Ryan into his home.

He spun around in the middle of his walk, not even making it down the hall before he was landing a helpless look on Luke. “What are we?” he asked. Luke blinked, brows raised in surprise as he let the question sink in. “Because we’ve been going on dates and I see you at work all the time- whenever you’re around me I get all warm and- and embarrassed and I don’t know… I know what it means but I’m scared.”

Luke closed the space between them with a few long strides, reaching an arm around and pulling the boy towards him. Arms flew around his waist tightly and he tucked his head into Luke’s neck.

“We don’t have to be anything if you’re not ready or if you don’t want that,” he explained.

“I want to but- but I’m-”

“Ryan?” he drew back and met those fearful green eyes. “I want to be able to call you mine, but if you don’t know yet that’s okay. I’ll wait until you know what you want.”

He found Ryan’s hand with his, giving his fingers a short squeeze of reassurance when the younger boy gave a troubled shake of the head. “I can’t do that to you, just because I’m- I don’t-” He didn’t know how to finish his own sentence.

“I haven’t got eyes for anyone but you,” Luke confessed, ignoring the low pain in his chest. He would be completely honest with Ryan, even if it meant losing what they were headed towards. “And if you’re not sure, I’ll wait for you until you know what you want, okay? I only have eyes for you. I’ll wait, I promise.”

“You shouldn’t wait for me.” He dropped his forehead to rest against Luke’s chest, words defeated and low. “I’m not worth it.”

Luke didn’t even try to stop himself, raising a hand and carding his fingers through the mess of brown curls. “You are to me,” he said, voice content and sincere. “You just think about yourself and I’ll be here ready to go as fast and far as you want.”

It was Ryan who took his hand, grip loose and uncertain. Luke let him hold on as tight as he wanted, pulling away and leading Ryan into the living room.

“Find a movie and I’ll go get us some ice cream,” he instructed, waiting for Ryan’s slow nod before walking out of the room. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, ignoring it like he did that fact that he may have ruined his chances with the cutest boy he could’ve asked for.

-

luke: I’ll be over in 5

He tucked his phone into his pocket and continued cleaning up his bedroom. Dirty clothes in the wash basket, bed made, desk cleared. He was eager to see Ryan again, having not seen the boy in three days due to college testing and his work schedule.

By the time he was pulling up outside Ryan’s apartment complex, he had the energy to run up all four flights of stairs just to give the boy a hug.

They hadn’t spoken of dating and Ryan hadn’t pushed their relationship any further than a little bit of flirting mixed in with their banter. Luke wasn’t complaining; like he’d promised, he would wait. And the two were still frequently seeing each other, almost daily when their schedules allowed it.

He’d become familiar with Ryan’s home by then, fetching the hidden spare key and letting himself in. “Ryan,” he called, shutting the door behind him. A smile lit his face at the pitter-patter of paws on floorboards as Tiny darted around the corner and barreled straight for his legs.

He gave the dog a head-rub before stepping over him and placing his bag on the kitchen counter. There was no sign of Ryan but the soft tones of music from the boy’s bedroom had Luke’s attention.

When he pushed the bedroom door in, a surprised squawk-like scream sounded from within and Luke looked in with confused concern. Ryan was perched on the floor, half-lifted from where he’d been kneeling in front of his full length mirror.

Luke’s attention snapped straight to the rosy shimmer coating Ryan’s lips, heart flipping with an urge he had to control.

“Luke!” The surprised voice was accompanied with a red flush of humiliation, Ryan reaching up and hopelessly trying to scrape the tinted lip-balm off his lips. “I- My lips were chapped and- and I couldn’t find- there was only this stuff-” He had stumbled to his feet as he pushed out a mess of excuses and reasons to his “inappropriate” activity, but silenced himself at Luke’s shake of his head.

“It looks nice on you,” he said, voice softer than it was when he spoke with any of his other friends. It was something about Ryan that melted his hardcore edge. “Makes your lips look-... nice.” His compliment fell short, the word “kissable” halfway off his tongue before he caught it and reeled it back. It wasn’t appropriate for him to say something like that; the last thing he wanted was to make Ryan anymore uncomfortable. “C’mere.”

Ryan dragged himself closer, eyes down as a sense of shamed circled his head. He didn’t look up until Luke’s fingers brushed his jaw, slipping up to cup his cheek when he didn’t pull away. Those green eyes locked on Luke’s as the southern boy dragged his thumb across the skin beneath Ryan’s lip, wiping away the residue of the pink smudged off his lips. “It’s stupid,” he murmured, looking away when Luke’s eyes lifted to his from his lips. “And girly.”

“Well it makes you look cute,” Luke said, brushing his clean thumb over Ryan’s cheekbone, “not girly at all.” His words had the weight to them and he didn’t need to explain that they were a promise of truth. Ryan’s shy silence proved he understood, and his rosy cheeks remained for several minutes after Luke’s hand had fallen away from his face.

He followed Luke out into the kitchen.

“Now, I bought us some cocoa so we can actually make our brownies brown this time.” Luke’s grin seemed to be contagious, Ryan unable to stop his glossy lips twitching into a smile. That was enough for the southerner, turning back to his bag and pulling out the baking ingredients needed to make themselves a delicious batch of brownies.

-

Ryan hadn’t stopped fidgeting since Luke had picked him up. He was sat in the passenger seat, watching the remains of the sunset dissipate out his side window, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, his phone case, his fingernails. His hands refused to sit still.

Luke didn’t mention it, knowing that the boy he adored wasn’t so good at hiding when he was anxious or nervous. He didn’t want to push him to spill what was on his mind; he let him wander through his thoughts in the silence of the car. By the time they pulled up to the outdoor cinema, he looked ready to pull his hair out and Luke reached over to settle his hand over Ryan’s. They stilled beneath his fingers, green eyes flicking up to Luke’s.

“What’s wrong?” Luke’s voice was warm and open. “At this rate, you’ll hardly be able to watch the movie if you’re this unnerved. What’s up?”

Ryan ducked his head. “Nothing, I’m good. It’s fine!” His smile was wobbly and pained.

There was no denying the fact that it had been a blatant lie but Luke just sighed, turning away and getting out of his car. The open back of the pick-up truck was already lined with blankets but Luke got to steady work decking the back out with an unnecessary amount of pillows and fluffy duvets.

When Ryan was climbing into the back to get comfortable, Luke could still feel his nerves radiating from his skin. He was nibbling on his bottom lip, tearing strips of skin off and licking the red lines that formed beneath.

“Ryan,” Luke said, catching the boy’s attention as he clambered into the back after him. He kicked the blankets up over both of their legs. “Tell me what’s bothering you.” He reached over to Ryan, pushing his fingers into the back pocket of the boy’s pants and fishing out a small cylinder.

A layer of red fluttered over his cheeks, taking the lip balm and rolling it over his nerves-ruined lips. “It’s- it’s not a big deal.” If there was one thing Ryan was stubborn about, it was refusing to let go and let someone try to help him.

“It’s a big deal to me. You can talk to me,” he offered.

“Can I?”

“Always,” Luke promised, a pained push against his chest. “Always.”

Ryan’s head fell to his hands, fingers rubbing at his eyes as Luke took the lipbalm back. “Do you still want me?” He pressed the words to the palms of his hands, find courage in the blindness his hands provided. Luke felt the words run through his head, over and over as he tried to process them.

Before he could think into the meaning of the question, the implication, the tone of hope; the words, “Of course,” slipped out of his lips. It wasn’t a question to him, watching the boy before him in the dark lift his head, shining green eyes full of fear and hope, lips shimmering with a sheen of lip balm that unavoidably drew Luke’s gaze. He had to bite his own lip to stop himself from pushing forward onto his knees and fitting his lips against Ryan’s.

The idea had his stomach flipping.

“I’m scared,” Ryan admitted, keeping his eyes on Luke’s. “But I… I want… You make me happier than anyone else has,” he whispered, afraid of his own words as Luke hung off each and every one.

He reached out a hand, finding Ryan’s and giving him a small smile. “There’s no rush,” he pushed, torn between taking what he could and making sure Ryan knew what he wanted. He didn’t want to push the boy into it and have it spiral down into a disaster. He didn’t want to risk it. “I don’t want you to feel like you-”

“I don’t,” he reassured, slipping his fingers between Luke’s. “I… I want to… be with you.”

Luke couldn’t hold his grin back anymore. “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

Ryan’s smile flickered into life as the huge projected screen lit up behind Luke. “Yes,” he whispered, tugging on Luke’s hand and drawing him across the space between them. “C’mere.” He pulled Luke towards him, pressing a hand flat to his chest to push him back into the pillows mountained up around then. With Luke laying in the centre of the bed, Ryan wriggled beneath his arm and laid his head on his newly-labeled boyfriend’s chest.

That strong arm wound around his back, pulling him snugly against Luke who tucked his face into Ryan’s hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, and setting a flush of red across Ryan’s face above his broad smile.

The introduction to the film started and Luke had never been more comfortable watching a film than he was with Ryan’s head on his chest and their fingers linked together.

-

It was at a party where they first introduced themselves as boyfriends to their friends. A collection of both of their crowds mingling together in Luke’s apartment with music, games and drinks for all around. There was celebrating, cheering and teasing that circulated the new couple, having only been together the two weeks.

Questions of their relationship were thrown from all directions but Luke quickly and easily deflected those that brought a blush to Ryan’s cheeks (most of them).

When everyone had settled down, an all-out-war was going down on the couches with Mario Kart music urging them on. Luke was sat between Jon and Mark, eyes locked on the screen that Scott, Marcel and Tyler were all shouting and screaming unintelligibly at. They knew better than to get involved, not wanting to destroy Luke’s gaming controllers (though by the looks of it, Tyler was close).

Ryan brought out a new plate of snacks for everyone, hands flying to get the first bites, but stood awkwardly by the side of the couch upon realising there wasn’t really any space for him. Luke caught his eye, offering a smile, and motioned for him to come over to his couch.

“Come sit,” he said when Ryan was close enough to hear his voice over Marcel’s agonised screams. He patted his thigh, nodding Ryan closer and smiling to himself at the familiar red that bloomed across his boyfriend’s cheeks and painted the tips of his ears.

“It’s okay, I’ll just sit-” A sharp yelp cut his sentence off as warm fingers snagged his wrist, locking on and dragging him towards the full couch. Luke’s grin was teasing yet fond as he yanked Ryan close and pulled him down to sit on his lap. “Luke-!” he whined, smacking his hand against his boyfriend’s chest. “I’m too heavy to sit on you.”

Luke just shook his head, winding his arms around Ryan’s waist and pulling his back firmly to his chest. Chin perched on his boyfriend’s shoulder, he let a chuckle slip from his grin. “You’re not heavy at all; relax,” he urged, pressing a light kiss to the arch of muscle between Ryan’s neck and shoulder.

The boy’s grumble vibrated against Luke’s chest, but he melted in the embrace all the safe, leaning into the warm hold and letting his head tilt just slightly to provide more space for chaste, teasing pecks up his neck. “You promise?” he asked, uncertainty fading in his voice with every moment. Luke slipped a hand beneath his shirt, settling on the warm skin of his hip where his thumb could draw little swirls and circles.

“I promise,” he reassured, ignoring the faked sounds of throwing up Jonathan was making to his right. He pressed a final kiss just below Ryan’s ear, tightening his hold on the boy before setting his head on his shoulder and turning his attention back to the new race seconds away from starting.

-

The number of times Luke had to physically pull himself back from leaning forward and stealing Ryan’s first kiss was totalling up far too high. He knew his boyfriend was still anxious about their relationship, the flirting and bantering being at an all-time-high but the physical contact still a work of progress.

There hadn’t ever been legitimate sexual tension between them besides silly jokes and flirty innuendos, and even though they’d been seconds away from sealing their first kiss on multiple occasions. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to commit to it, though he didn’t know what he was waiting for.

It only lasted another week before their late night adventure to the beach marked the night of their first kiss.

It wasn’t a night they planned to swim, wind just strong enough to push hair into faces and pull teasingly at loose clothing; the two were both rugged up in pants and hoodies but bore no shoes as they wandered beneath the moon.

“I love the stars out here,” Ryan whispered, words fading into the sound of small waves crashing on the sand, reaching forward to try and grasp them only to fall back and try again. There was no calmer sound, no calmer existence than the one Luke experienced, feeling cold water wash over his feet as he walked, Ryan’s fingers linked loosely in his. It was hard to draw his attention away from the coat of lip balm on Ryan’s lips that shimmered beneath the star-light.

He looked beautiful in the twilight.

He always looked beautiful.

“Luke?” He didn’t realise they had stopped, Ryan’s hand in his keeping both of their feet planted as he looked quizzically up at his boyfriend. “You zoned out a minute there. Is everything okay?”

His confusion dissipated into a warm smile, reaching forward to take Ryan’s other hand as he took a step into the boy’s space. “Just admiring the view,” he said, smile turning up into a teasing smirk as Ryan frowned.

“Don’t be silly,” he scolded, ducking his face away.

A tug on his hands drew him a step closer, chest bumping with Luke’s though he made no move of stepping away. His eyes were locked on Luke’s and the soft coo of the ocean urged them closer.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Luke said, honest words falling with so much weight from his shoulders. He watched closely at the slight change in colour brushing the roundness of Ryan’s cheekbones.

Those glimmering green eyes flickered down to Luke’s lips for half a second before jolting back to his eyes. Luke didn’t miss it, but he didn’t push closer. “The stars are playing tricks on you.” His words lacked their usual tease, Luke finding it coincidental how the term “starstruck” came to mind. Though he didn’t bother scolding his boyfriend, or frowning at the dismissal of his compliment; he merely shook his head with a soft smile, unable to take his eyes away from the beauty in the face before him.

“I want to kiss you,” Luke murmured, words so simple and weightless with the backdrop of nothing but stars and ocean. Ryan’s sharp inhale was only audible due to the natural silence surrounding them and Luke swayed forward a touch. “I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you since the theatre,” he admitted, not bothering to think over his words. There was something magical about the night that assured him that there was no point in holding back the truths he locked beneath his tongue.

Ryan swallowed, licking his lips briefly as his gaze once again dropped to Luke’s mouth, to follow his words or to wonder for himself, Luke didn’t know. But the restraint he was holding was growing thinner and weaker by the second.

“You think about kissing me?” Ryan whispered, disbelief floating on his vowels.

“Every single time I see you,” Luke swore, slipping one hand out of Ryan’s to lift to his cheek. The simple motion of brushing an eyelash from his cheekbone had tingles jumping off his arm but he didn’t acknowledge them as he hovered his thumb in front of Ryan’s face, eyelash perched on his nail. “Make a wish,” he breathed, not even sure if his words made it past his lips.

Ryan’s eyes fluttered, not even looking at the thin hair as he exhaled and pushed it off the tip of Luke’s thumb. “Kiss me,” was his only wish and Luke refused to disappoint him again.

The second Luke pressed his lips to Ryan’s a wave of relief and comfort rolled through him. His fingers cupped Ryan’s cheek, holding the chaste kiss for a few long seconds before drawing back a hair to breathe.

There was a second that passed where they shared the same air, lashes fluttering with uncertainty whether to remain closed or blink open. It was Ryan who lifted his hands and grasped two fistfuls of Luke’s hoodie, pulling him close and sealing their lips together once more.

A spark flickered when Luke’s tongue brushed against Ryan’s bottom lip, cold water washing over their feet contrasted with the heat shared between their mouths. The feeling of lips relaxing beneath Luke’s, softening at his tongue’s touch and parting with trust and permission. When their chests bumped, Luke could have sworn their hearts shared a beat and he wrapped an arm around Ryan to pull him as close as he could get.

The fingers in his shirt untangled, lifting to slide around the side and back of his neck. The brush of an exhale on Luke’s upper lip, Ryan pressing into the touch of his hand as he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue along the underside of Luke’s.

Never had Luke lost himself in a sensation like that before; kissing his boyfriend beneath the starlight. When he drew back, he was breathless, eyes quick to take in the glossy sheen of Ryan’s lips, the unfocused glaze over his pretty eyes and the flush of pink that danced beneath his freckles.

He was simply beautiful, gazing up at Luke with wonder written in his eyes, and Luke made a promise to himself right there on the sand that he would never, ever let this boy get away.