( Shane's gonna fall off. :c )

Shane grabbed the hand on the back of his pants and held it in his own hands. He took a seat back on Sasha's lap, releasing Sasha's hand and placing one of his own on the back of his boyfriend's neck, and one on Sasha's cheek, leaning in and pressing his nose and forehead to Sasha's. "You're worrieng me," He smiled, holding his position for a moment.

It was so new to Shane to have a boyfriend he was so close with. They hadn't been together very long, and here Shane was, on his boyfriend's lap, in perfect position to taste Sasha's teeth. But instead, he kept his distance and allowed Sasha to descide timing.

Stealing a 5-second kiss, Shane pulled away and stood once again. Without another word, he pulled his jeans from the ground and exited the room to the bathroom.

Within a few minuites, Shane was back in his bedroom with skinny jeans and renewed confidence. "I'm ready to go, my love~" He cooed, chuckling afterwords.

He didn't want Sasha to know he had been sincere.

"I don't mean to," Sasha said with a chuckle. He returned the kiss, closing his eyes. Just as he was getting into it, Shane pulled away, leaving Sasha with a lopsided, disappointed frown. Lopsided because it was actually half a smile and half a frown, disappointed because he'd wanted to kiss the other longer.

When Shane walked off, Sasha laid back on the other's bed, closing his eyes for a moment. He could wait. Patiently, at that. He'd done the same for a past boyfriend before, and...well, that didn't turn out so well, considering they'd broken up and all. Oh, well. Sasha thought absently, opening one eye to peek and see if Shane was waiting for him to open his eyes. He wasn't, so Sasha closed his eye again.

"Huh?" Opening his eyes once again, Sasha sat up, looking over at Shane and smiling. "Well, you look nice. Very cute." he commented, getting to his feet and moving to his boyfriend's side. "Then again, when don't you look cute?" he asked, slipping his hands into Shane's hair and planting a kiss at the top of his forehead.

 Shane smiled on the outside, but frowned on the inside. He was starting to wonder if Sasha had asked him out out of guilt or pity. Because, there was obviously no way someone like Shane could get someone like Sasha truthfully, right?

 Brushing the thought away for now, Shane wrapped his arms around Sasha's waist only momentarily, hugging himself closer to his boyfriend. I have to stop being such a chicken, he thought, this would be the perfect time to say "I love you." I'm gonna let it slide for now, though.

 Pulling away, Shane stuttered a moment. "Uh, right, let's go." He said with a small smile. Taking the hand off his head, he held it in his own and headed towards the door. This was the first time in a while he had actually been excited to leave the house.

 Why? Because aleast now, he had a boyfriend he could show off, and he wouldn't look to utterly alone like usual.

Sasha was the simplest gay boy one could ever meet. All he wanted was a boyfriend to love who would love him back, that was all there was to it. He didn't need any drama to be upset over, only to be even happier once it was all over. Sasha was a stable guy, the type many found comfort in with his very presence. What he needed in life was simplicity, that was all. No affairs, no fighting over stupid things, just a sweet relationship. That was all he needed, that was all he wanted.

Unfortunately, things never worked out well for him. People rubbed off on him, usually. If his boyfriend was an angry wreck, the kind that fought with a stinging tongue sometimes slaps across the face... Sasha's tongue developed to be a little faster, a little more firey than his boyfriend's. Never did he physically strike; all the pain he inflicted would come from his mouth. He adapted to survive, in a way. Eventually, his words would be more hurtful than his partner's, and that was how he survived.

Right now he was trying to figure out how to change to support this breaking dam of a boyfriend he now had. It was easy to see: Shane was a disaster on the inside. "First, we're going to go to show. You ready?" He opened the car door for him.

What Sasha meant by "show" was a play. He'd heard about a play downtown, so he figured it would be a good date for the two of them. It wasn't very special, not so, "Put on your best dress, we're going out, baby!" They were just sweet little productions, usually written by a local writer for the entertainment of the townspeople. And, maybe, someone famous might happen to be in town and see their play. But, that was unlikely. The s weren't bad -- Sasha would know, he'd been in several of the plays -- and the shows always made a pretty penny.

His face flushed at Shane's sudden boldness, stiffening up and staying still. Before he could react and grab him, Shane pulled away, sitting down. "Darn," Sasha breathed, going over what he was about to do in his head. Grab him, kiss him, press him up against his car... He shook his head before he sat down in the driver's seat. Well, maybe he wouldn't do all of that, but he was male enough to have thoughts like that.

"Buckle your seatbelt," Sasha said with a smile, pulling his seat belt over and then starting his car. He pulled out onto the road. Downtown wasn't far; maybe eight minutes away, fifteen at the most.

Once Shane had kissed his cheek, Sasha blinked, furrowing his brow. "Second? This is only our second? Crazy." He laughed brightly, a grin taking its usual place on his face. After all, it was rare to see him without a smile curling his lips. "Hardcore. I'll have to keep that in mind from now own. However, I don't want you to crack your head open on my window, so seatbelts are a must." He cocked an eyebrow at Shane, still smiling.

"Yeah, I know I'm cute. All the girls love me." Sasha laughed again. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You really think I'm cute? You're not missing my pink-and-purple hair? I am. I loved it." And, all the girls did, too... Not that he cared. The only people who didn't particularly like it were his parents. They were the reason he had to dye his hair again.

Once Shane had kissed his cheek, Sasha blinked, furrowing his brow. "Second? This is only our second? Crazy." He laughed brightly, a grin taking its usual place on his face. After all, it was rare to see him without a smile curling his lips. "Hardcore. I'll have to keep that in mind from now own. However, I don't want you to crack your head open on my window, so seatbelts are a must." He cocked an eyebrow at Shane, still smiling.

"Yeah, I know I'm cute. All the girls love me." Sasha laughed again. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You really think I'm cute? You're not missing my pink-and-purple hair? I am. I loved it." And, all the girls did, too... Not that he cared. The only people who didn't particularly like it were his parents. They were the reason he had to dye his hair again.

"Yes, I am quite gay." Sasha laughed softly, and smiled warmly, glancing over at Shane. He liked cheek-pinches. Usually people had something that they had freaked out over when they were babies, and Sasha had freaked out whenever his cheek was pinched. In a good way, of course. He laughed hysterically, as if it was the greatest thing in the world. And, back then, it really had been. Nowadays, the greatest thing in the world was when he had his love in his arms.

Sasha laughed again. "Intimidating? Me? You're kidding. I know I'm oh-so tough and manly-looking, but I don't think I'm scary." he explained jokingly, keeping a wide smile on as he spoke. For the most part, Sasha wasn't looking at Shane. When the other's hand touched his thigh, however, he looked over, his eyes widened slightly.

Sasha's eyes widened. That was a rather awkward place to touch...but, then again, did he care? They were together. Shane was his boyfriend, and he was his. "So...you're really scared of me? You're so silly. I can't hurt you. Not that I ever would...you're so sweet, I wouldn't dare."

Pulling into a parking lot, Sasha stopped the car. Reaching into his pocket, Sasha took out his wallet, checking inside it. Enough money to get them both into the theatre, thank God. "Let's go." He got out.

In actuality, it had been a while since Sasha had had a boyfriend, as well. He'd gotten tired of having to hide his sexuality, as well as his lovers, from his parents, so Sasha had decided on taking a break. But, of course, that didn't mean that he would take a break from flirting. Flirting, of course, led to a relationship he never knew he'd intended on having. Despite this, Sasha was happy he was with Shane; the boy just made him happy.

Reaching out, Sasha took the other's hand, clutching it in his own and then leading him into the theater. His newly-dyed black hair ruffled as they entered, the air conditioning roaring to life. "Two tickets, please," he asked at the front counter, and then handed one to Shane. "Do you want anything to eat? They have popcorn and candy...and such."