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om_mainJosh gives Pietro his pink fluffy bag full of sparkly rainbow birthday gifts. They discuss getting nailed, then dance to Ke$ha. All in a day's work. *makes it rain glitter*
Though he was in a much better mood than he had been in the previous day, Josh had been quiet a lot of the night. The school's population was significantly larger than it once had been, so these days it was easier to shrink in to the background. Quiet as he was, though, Josh wasn't having a bad time and he wasn't having any problems chatting or smiling when it called for it.
And at some point during the night he made the effort to get up and hunt down the birthday boy. He had a small gift for his friend, bundled in a stupid looking fluffy pink bag--just because. That was how they rolled!
"P!" Josh called over the music as he neared the dancing speedster.
Pietro bounced his way over to Josh to Of Montreal--and then burst out laughing when he saw the fluffy pink bag. "Ohmigod, you did not." He deserved worse for his own present to Josh, god knew. This should be good!
"Oh, I did. You had it coming," the healer informed him with a genuine smile now. "Maybe you can use it as a handbag when you go on your next date."
Which was said all in good fun and with no malicious intent, of course. He and Pietro had been going back and forth at each other about this sparkly bishie boy nonsense for months now and their birthdays, apparently, were no exception to that. Inside the bag, Josh had folded up a t-shirt and placed a couple containers of different coloured body glitter, and a package of stickers. Smelly heart stickers with big, bright eyes on them, to be exact. An entire bag of pretty, silly things that Josh had completely associated with Pietro when he saw them.
He held the package out to him. "Because you can never be too pink and fluffy, right?"
"Add it to the list of Things Josh Never Would've Said Before He Had Pietro in His Life," Pietro said, all too chirpily. He tugged Josh to the nearby drinks table, then pushed aside some red cups to make room for the bag and handed over his bottle for Josh to hold/drink from. "Pom and vodka. Drink at will."
He plunged his hand directly into it--and came up with a cylinder of sliver body glitter. "Oh my god, is this to get rid of my bishie sparkle envy?!"
Josh rubbed at his chin and allowed a grin to break free. "And to complete the part, obviously."
"You're ridiculous!" Pietro declared, like he was giving the hugest compliment of his life. He dug into the bag again and produced several more tubes of glitter in varying colors "Oh my goooooooood, so ridiculous. I am in heaven--wait, what's this?"
Pietro produced the shirt from the bag, this time. And his mouth fell open. "Holy fuck!" In a GOOD WAY.
And Josh took it as a compliment, as always, and shot it right back. "No, you're ridiculous and I think I found your perfect match from the fabric world." He laughed. "You love it, don't you?"
“I do,” Pietro said gleefully, turning the shirt around to hold it against his chest. “Look at this! They made this for me.”
He was looking down and admiring it when he plunged his hand back into the bag, not really expecting anything, but you had to check and—huh. He pulled out a few sheets of what felt like stiff paper…
Stupid, silly stickers of sparkly hearts. Some even had faces on them with big, adoring eyes. The kind of ridiculous thing to stick on photographs of someone or school notebooks. It kind of went with that silly theme the two of them had going, so Josh had decided to add them at the last minute.
He drummed his fingers on his chin as he watched Pietro fish them out. "You're too easy to buy for, P."
“These are going all over everything,” Pietro said, as deadpan serious as he could get. Before the grin burst through again, anyhow. “Especially pictures of you and Kevin. ~Kawaii~”
Josh nearly choked on the drink he'd been taking from Pietro's bottle, but managed to swallow and then bark out his exasperated laugh. "Guess I'll need more of those then. Asshole is a bit of a cameraphobe." Maybe Kevin could just learn to deal with it! Josh endorsed the idea of stupid hearts on their pics if only because it would make his gothy boyfriend squirm.
"So I didn't tell you something. About me and him, by the way."
Pietro threw an arm over Josh's shoulders and pulled him close, still holding the stickers in his free hand. "Ooooh, tell me tell me." It had to be good, because if the cranky idiot had done something horrible Pietro was pretty sure he'd have heard already.
Josh allowed himself to be pulled closer, wrapping his own arm around Pietro's shoulders as if to get him in perfect secret-telling-position. "Dude. We finally fucking did it. He nailed me and it was amazing."
Of course obvious unexpected things were obvious and it was more of a learning experience than anything else, but it was a good experience. One that bore the need for repeating in the future. Obviously.
"Oh my goddddd." Yes, Pietro drew out the d sound as he squeezed Josh. "You got banged! Mazel Tov! I knew he had it in him! It is, like, the BEST thing." Not for every day use, maybe, even for Pietro, but god he looooved it.
"It was. He wants to try it too, sometime, so yeah. I'm pretty fucking stoked," Josh admitted, cheeks getting warm.
It was weird. This time last year he'd been totally fucking clueless about doing this sort of stuff and even these kinds of relationships--being with other guys, or whatever. Now he was bragging about one banging him. Weird..
“Oh dude, if you beat me to getting on top of a guy, I will hang my head in shame,” Pietro said with a grin that made it clear he was absolutely joking. “Though, Curtis just gave me a shirt that said ‘versatile boys have more fun’. I’m thinking that’s a good conversation starter." Pietro glanced at Remy and smirked. Oh man, the look on his face alone would be priceless.
"Now see that might be your perfect shirt," Josh couldn't help but say with a smirk. "Potentially."
“It works on multiple levels,” Pietro said by way of agreement. He grinned and snatched up his bottle again with his free hand—and oh look, it was Ke$ha again. How perfect. Go insane, go insane, throw some glitter make it rain… “To versatility.”He drank and then handed it over to Josh.
And Josh took a drink for himself, enjoying the warmth of the liquid as he bopped his head to the beat of the song. Perhaps he could try to get away with blaming that for the heat in his cheeks! "You've tainted me, P. Thank you for that."
“I’m sure we’ve done a good deal of damage to each other,” Pietro said happily. “But you’re very welcome.”
"Mmm. So. Can I steal you away from your boytoy long enough to dance to K-girl?"
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Pietro assured him, pulling away just enough to grab Josh’s shiny golden hand and head for the dance floor.
Though he was in a much better mood than he had been in the previous day, Josh had been quiet a lot of the night. The school's population was significantly larger than it once had been, so these days it was easier to shrink in to the background. Quiet as he was, though, Josh wasn't having a bad time and he wasn't having any problems chatting or smiling when it called for it.
And at some point during the night he made the effort to get up and hunt down the birthday boy. He had a small gift for his friend, bundled in a stupid looking fluffy pink bag--just because. That was how they rolled!
"P!" Josh called over the music as he neared the dancing speedster.
Pietro bounced his way over to Josh to Of Montreal--and then burst out laughing when he saw the fluffy pink bag. "Ohmigod, you did not." He deserved worse for his own present to Josh, god knew. This should be good!
"Oh, I did. You had it coming," the healer informed him with a genuine smile now. "Maybe you can use it as a handbag when you go on your next date."
Which was said all in good fun and with no malicious intent, of course. He and Pietro had been going back and forth at each other about this sparkly bishie boy nonsense for months now and their birthdays, apparently, were no exception to that. Inside the bag, Josh had folded up a t-shirt and placed a couple containers of different coloured body glitter, and a package of stickers. Smelly heart stickers with big, bright eyes on them, to be exact. An entire bag of pretty, silly things that Josh had completely associated with Pietro when he saw them.
He held the package out to him. "Because you can never be too pink and fluffy, right?"
"Add it to the list of Things Josh Never Would've Said Before He Had Pietro in His Life," Pietro said, all too chirpily. He tugged Josh to the nearby drinks table, then pushed aside some red cups to make room for the bag and handed over his bottle for Josh to hold/drink from. "Pom and vodka. Drink at will."
He plunged his hand directly into it--and came up with a cylinder of sliver body glitter. "Oh my god, is this to get rid of my bishie sparkle envy?!"
Josh rubbed at his chin and allowed a grin to break free. "And to complete the part, obviously."
"You're ridiculous!" Pietro declared, like he was giving the hugest compliment of his life. He dug into the bag again and produced several more tubes of glitter in varying colors "Oh my goooooooood, so ridiculous. I am in heaven--wait, what's this?"
Pietro produced the shirt from the bag, this time. And his mouth fell open. "Holy fuck!" In a GOOD WAY.
And Josh took it as a compliment, as always, and shot it right back. "No, you're ridiculous and I think I found your perfect match from the fabric world." He laughed. "You love it, don't you?"
“I do,” Pietro said gleefully, turning the shirt around to hold it against his chest. “Look at this! They made this for me.”
He was looking down and admiring it when he plunged his hand back into the bag, not really expecting anything, but you had to check and—huh. He pulled out a few sheets of what felt like stiff paper…
Stupid, silly stickers of sparkly hearts. Some even had faces on them with big, adoring eyes. The kind of ridiculous thing to stick on photographs of someone or school notebooks. It kind of went with that silly theme the two of them had going, so Josh had decided to add them at the last minute.
He drummed his fingers on his chin as he watched Pietro fish them out. "You're too easy to buy for, P."
“These are going all over everything,” Pietro said, as deadpan serious as he could get. Before the grin burst through again, anyhow. “Especially pictures of you and Kevin. ~Kawaii~”
Josh nearly choked on the drink he'd been taking from Pietro's bottle, but managed to swallow and then bark out his exasperated laugh. "Guess I'll need more of those then. Asshole is a bit of a cameraphobe." Maybe Kevin could just learn to deal with it! Josh endorsed the idea of stupid hearts on their pics if only because it would make his gothy boyfriend squirm.
"So I didn't tell you something. About me and him, by the way."
Pietro threw an arm over Josh's shoulders and pulled him close, still holding the stickers in his free hand. "Ooooh, tell me tell me." It had to be good, because if the cranky idiot had done something horrible Pietro was pretty sure he'd have heard already.
Josh allowed himself to be pulled closer, wrapping his own arm around Pietro's shoulders as if to get him in perfect secret-telling-position. "Dude. We finally fucking did it. He nailed me and it was amazing."
Of course obvious unexpected things were obvious and it was more of a learning experience than anything else, but it was a good experience. One that bore the need for repeating in the future. Obviously.
"Oh my goddddd." Yes, Pietro drew out the d sound as he squeezed Josh. "You got banged! Mazel Tov! I knew he had it in him! It is, like, the BEST thing." Not for every day use, maybe, even for Pietro, but god he looooved it.
"It was. He wants to try it too, sometime, so yeah. I'm pretty fucking stoked," Josh admitted, cheeks getting warm.
It was weird. This time last year he'd been totally fucking clueless about doing this sort of stuff and even these kinds of relationships--being with other guys, or whatever. Now he was bragging about one banging him. Weird..
“Oh dude, if you beat me to getting on top of a guy, I will hang my head in shame,” Pietro said with a grin that made it clear he was absolutely joking. “Though, Curtis just gave me a shirt that said ‘versatile boys have more fun’. I’m thinking that’s a good conversation starter." Pietro glanced at Remy and smirked. Oh man, the look on his face alone would be priceless.
"Now see that might be your perfect shirt," Josh couldn't help but say with a smirk. "Potentially."
“It works on multiple levels,” Pietro said by way of agreement. He grinned and snatched up his bottle again with his free hand—and oh look, it was Ke$ha again. How perfect. Go insane, go insane, throw some glitter make it rain… “To versatility.”He drank and then handed it over to Josh.
And Josh took a drink for himself, enjoying the warmth of the liquid as he bopped his head to the beat of the song. Perhaps he could try to get away with blaming that for the heat in his cheeks! "You've tainted me, P. Thank you for that."
“I’m sure we’ve done a good deal of damage to each other,” Pietro said happily. “But you’re very welcome.”
"Mmm. So. Can I steal you away from your boytoy long enough to dance to K-girl?"
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Pietro assured him, pulling away just enough to grab Josh’s shiny golden hand and head for the dance floor.
