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Tassita groggily went to check the board to see whose line he was on today–anyone but Greaseball. He did not have the energy for that today. He scanned his eyes over the chalk that decorated the board, too focused to notice the coal truck steadily skating towards him at a moderate pace. "Hey dude, you're so unbearably handsome I'd let you rail me–" Porter clicked his tongue at Tassita, pointing finger guns at the coach as he leaned on one skate. Which was most definitely going to end up in Porter falling over, but he'd just deem it as his 'amazing charm'. Or as Tassita liked to call it: his unfathomable stupidity.
Tassita visibly cringed at the pick up line, his face contorting into a look of horror once he finally understood it. He... wow. He tried to bring words to come out of his mouth but... there were none. His face flushed as an orange flush appeared across his cheeks, lightly dusting his ears and nose. He racked his brain for a witty response, eyes darting around the unusually quiet train yard. "Porter... what was that." Tassita finally stumbled out, eyes nearly popping out of his head as he spoke. It was worse than his usual lines–and his lines were bad.
"Did you like it?" Porter asked almost giddily, scuffing around his skates on the dark grey pavement. He looked at Tassita with an almost hopeful glint in his eyes, eyeing the quiet coach for some kind of approval; knowing full well he hated his puns and never said yes. He'd try anyway– he loved Tassita's approval.
"No." Tassita replied bluntly, a cold look in his eyes as he responded. He scowled at Porter, slightly annoyed at the interruption. The coal truck was so annoyingly charming– some days Tassita wanted to punch him and other days he wanted to have a passionate make out session with him. He wished he could make up his mind. Slowly zoning back into the conversation, he heard Porter yammering in his ear yet again.
"Or– or– you could pump my iron!" Porter suggested, grinning from ear to ear. It was one of his stupid grins, the dopey one that Tassita couldn't decide whether he hated or loved. It made him look slightly stupid– but Tassita revelled in the fact that Porter felt safe enough around him of all people to let his walls fall down a bit. He always had to be the smart one, the responsible older brother for everyone else– his siblings were too much of a liability to be anything else. Around Tassita he felt safe, he could be himself with no consequences; Tassita'd always scolded him in the end for his 'stupid jokes'. He waited like a puppy for Tassita to respond, for his melodic (at least in his opinion) voice to fill the empty space and serenade him once more... when did he become so poetic?
Tassita scrunched his nose up in annoyance at the next line, utterly disgusted at Porter daring to use his sister's catchphrase as a pick up line. He wasn't as horrified as before– considering Porter said that he wanted to rail him (which he wouldn't mind but regardless) but it was still pretty interesting. He looked into Porter's eyes, which he himself deemed a gorgeous shade of scarlet that he could get lost in any day; they were simply so magnificent... his mouth sat slightly agape as he zoned out looking at Porter, eyes unfocusing.
Porter huffed at the annoyed look Tassita gave him, that one wasn't even worthy of a response. And he was already out of lines to use on Tassita, he supposed he had the ones Momma taught him, but considering they were most likely used when the dinosaurs were around: he wasn't that intrigued. He noticed Tassita focusing his gaze on him, slightly weirded out by the sudden eye contact. Upon closer inspection, he noticed Tassita slightly zoning out on his face–so Porter did what anyone else would do... he started waving his hand in front of his face. "Tassitaaaaa? Earth to Tassita? Taaaaaasssssssssss?" He said as he waved his hand frantically in front of his face, the coach not responding. Porter then grabbed him by his waist, hurriedly shaking him forwards and backwards.
That made Tassita snap out of it. His face flushed a deep tangerine, eyes going wide as he realised that Porter was holding him by the waist. Holding him. By his waist. His mouth dropped even further agape at the realisation, staring up at Porter dumbfounded. "I'm sorry Porty. I mean Porter–I mean... uh.. uh. Erm. Um. Ummmm." He stammered, confusing all the words on his tongue; everything coming out in one big jumble. He had to save this somehow, so he did what made the most sense in the moment: he leaned in, grabbed Porter's face because he was on tip-toes and kissed Porter. Passionately.
Porter snickered at the way Tassita reacted to being held, smirking at the way he'd finally managed to catch the coach off guard. Everything changed when he got kissed. It was finally happening–the moment he'd dreamt of too many times to count! Just... not in the way he expected it to. In his dreams he'd kissed Tassita–and it wasn't some spur of the moment thing either. He'd invited Tassita to the old oak tree in the yard and the two'd have a picnic together and that was where he confessed his feelings, then Tassita would say yes; then Porter would kiss him and... he always woke up after that part. Though, he was enjoying the kiss; he was enjoying it so much that he moved to push Tassita against the board, slightly scuffing up the chalk.
The two didn't know how long the kiss had lasted for, but eventually it had to end. By the time it did end, they were both blushing profusely and gasping for breath. "Okay. Erm. Bye." Tassita stammered, skedaddling away before Porter got a chance to say anything.
This was just a one time thing.
Porter didn't like him that way.
Right?