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Saps can’t seem to remember when it all started.
Well, maybe he did. It probably started at Schpood’s party, or perhaps way before that, but that doesn’t really matter. It’s not that important anyway. Saps should be studying instead of thinking about his dumb puppy crush on stupid Flux of all people, but he can’t seem to get him out of his mind and it’s pissing him off.
So it was at Schpood’s party. Probably. His memory of it is foggy because idiot Micro made him drink way more than he was supposed to and he almost fucking blacked out.
Still, he tries to recall everything that happened in the past few weeks (the chances of him hallucinating it all is relatively high, but oh well) and he vaguely remembers Schpood asking—and now that he’s thinking about it, it was more begging— him to go to his party, because, according to him and apparently everyone else in Westhelm, it was going to be boring without him.
“Please, Saps, everyone’s hoping you’ll be there! Nobody else is going to come if you don’t show up!” Schpood had said practically on his knees, which Saps rolled his eyes at, because it was complete and utter bullshit. He’d rather have maggots shoved down his throat than go to that godforsaken party.
And so he agrees to go to the party.
After a minute of Westhelm celebrating him for just saying the word ’yes’, and after someone— he can’t remember if it was Schpood or Spyder— practically jumps on him (in which case he almost threw up on said person), he eventually manages to slip out of their dorm, because one more second with those frat boys was going to make him throw up for real.
He makes his way back to his dorm, where he lets out a huge sigh and slumps onto his bed. He finally has some peace and quiet, staying with Westhelm was draining him way too much.
“Can’t you at least take a shower before going to bed? You reek of sweat and Westhelm.” His roommate says. He looks over to see Flux sitting cross-legged on the bed on the other end of the room, narrowing his eyes at Saps as if he were the most disgusting thing on planet earth. It almost makes him chuckle.
“Wow, that’s, like, the worst insult I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m serious.”
“Me too.” That’s when he hears Flux sigh and plop back down on the bed. He lets a grin crawl onto his lips.
Being with Flux is nice, he thinks. It’s a good break from hanging around Westhelm all the time.
Speaking of Westhelm, he does want Flux to go to the party with him. So he turns his head around and peers at his roommate. After about five seconds, Flux gets severely uncomfortable under his gaze and says something along the lines of the fuck are you staring at me for but Saps doesn’t register it into his head because he’s too busy staring at the other’s face, imagining kissing Flux, holding Flux, and—
Fuck.
His face goes red at the thought. He's getting carried away. He sits up, brushing off the slight burn in his body. “Soooo… are you going to Schpood’s party?” He ignores the subtle twitch in Flux’s eye.
“You know I don’t go to parties. Especially Westhelm’s.”
Okay. That’s fair. But.
“They’re forcing me to go and I’ll be lonely without you. I don’t think I can survive five minutes in a party full of frat boys.” He whines, and sounding as coy as he can, he adds on (while pretending not to notice the way Flux gags), “Please?”
“That was disgusting. Please do not ever do that again.” Flux drawls, earning himself a shit-eating grin from Saps. His shoulders slump as he lets out a heavy sigh. “But if you insist, I guess I can go with you. I didn’t know you loved me so much though,” he says with a smirk.
Those are the words that make Saps spring up, a wide smile creeping up his face. “For real?”
“Yeah.”
“You won’t ditch?”
“Probably not—“
Flux is only halfway into his reply when Saps abruptly tackles him onto the bed and they’re suddenly tangled together as Flux yelps and tenses under his grip. He’s screaming something incoherent but Saps doesn’t budge until, eventually, he gets kicked off the bed.
“Why did you do that. That was gross and you stink.” Flux squawks, indignantly.
“Sorry. I was fully expecting you to refuse and throw tomatoes at me or something.” Saps responds with an apologetic smile as he glances up at the other’s face.
The other’s face that is very obviously flushing pink.
His smile falters for a split second.
Huh.
Weird.
“Am I really that mean in your eyes?” Flux’s voice brings him back to reality and he decides to shove that thought to the back of his mind, for now. He gets himself off the floor and sits back down on his bed. “I guess?”
Flux rolls his eyes. “How nice of you to say that.”
Saps can’t help but giggle at this.
Schpood’s party was held at his huge two-story house, and it was cramped full with people as soon as it started. There’s a group of people crowded around his TV, screaming at each other while playing the most tumultuous game of Mario Kart Saps has ever seen. Everything is loud, obnoxious, and headache inducing.
Distantly, Saps realises he really hates it here.
He’s sat on the floor by the couch next to Schpood and the rest of Westhelm, who are all incredibly drunk. It’s to the point where half of them are passed out and laying on top of each other (Saps has no idea how that happened; the party just started fifteen minutes ago).
He’s bored out of his mind, tired of Westhelm, and he can’t help but think about Flux. The conversation they had had, the way Flux’s face had flushed a pretty pink.
Saps runs his hand through his hair for a third time, trying to offer himself some semblance of comfort, but of course, it does nothing to soothe him. He really just can’t stop thinking about it and everything is just so confusing.
He wishes Flux was next to him right now. He always knew how to keep his mind off things, but Flux being here might just make everything worse.
He isn’t even sure if he’s coming in the first place. For all that he knows, Flux could be lazing around in their dorm right now, already forgetting about the party. He was always the type to back out of things they agreed to, after all.
But despite all that, Saps knows that he will come.
So he sits on the floor, waiting for what feels like ages before he hears footsteps approaching him.
He looks up and immediately narrows his eyes. Thomas and Micro are walking in with their hands interlinked, smiling sweetly at each other. He sighs. It’s not his place to say anything anyway.
Saps stretches his neck to look at the silhouette behind them. It’s Flux, dragging his feet through the door, a disinterested look painting his features.
Saps feels his breath hitch, and before he knows it, he’s on his feet and grinning like an idiot at his roommate.
“You actually showed up.”
Flux rolls his eyes at Saps as he always does, and grins, “Can’t say no to a friend, can I?” He sits down next to Saps while Thomas and Micro plop down on the couch, talking about midterms or whatever. He really doesn’t register anything because he’s too busy taking in the sight of Flux — and ignoring the wink he receives from Micro.
“You’re staring again,” Flux mutters. There’s a light pink tinged across his face as he glances at Saps with a dazed expression. Saps averts eye contact, his heart pounding against his chest.
Flux has that look on his face again. The same one he had when they were talking in their dorm. The way blush lightly dusts Flux’s cheeks, the way he gazes at him through half-lidded eyes. It drives him crazy.
Goddamnit.
“…No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.” Flux pouts, and it’s annoying how adorable he looks.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not!”
They continue this banter for a minute before Micro decides to ruin the mood and flops down next to Saps, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Saps’ lips twist into a scowl. Of course he has to ruin his moment with Flux. He really wants to punch him right now— he almost does— but restrains himself.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” Micro laughs, “Want a drink? I didn’t do anything to it, I swear.” He adds on, passing Saps a glass, the gold liquid sloshing around as he holds it up.
Saps doesn’t want to believe a single word that comes out of the other’s mouth, but he has better things to worry about, so he relents anyway.
He soon regrets that decision because after three cups he’s on the verge of passing out and sprawled on top of a blushing, shrieking Flux. Thomas is laughing his head off while Micro is cackling so hard he tips over and his head bangs onto the floor.
Saps frantically looks around for Westhelm but they’re suddenly gone because of fucking course the only time he ever needs them is when they’ve gone off to god knows where.
He really wants to kill someone right now.
But before he can do anything, Thomas and Micro are giggling and walking off with intertwined fingers, leaving Saps behind with Flux. Saps doesn’t exactly know what’s going on between them, but it definitely isn’t straight.
So he and Flux are left alone on the floor, both drunk and on the brink of passing out.
How great.
Flux shoves him away and frowns, mumbling something under his breath. His face is flushing a bright red, and Saps can feel his own cheeks burning up too.
“You’re staring at me.”
He pauses. Flux is gazing up at him with an expression he can’t quite decipher. He swallows the words on the tip of his tongue and forces out a response.
“Am I?”
“Yeah. You’re always staring at me with that stupid look on your face. It’s annoying.”
“What look—” Saps starts, but is promptly interrupted when Flux pulls him in by his collar. Their faces are so unbearably close together that he can feel his breath against his skin.
He swallows hard and, without thinking first, places a trembling hand on the nape of the other’s neck, letting Flux press their lips together.
Their lips collide, and for a split second, he feels his heart stop. All of a sudden, the noise from the party is so far away, and everything around him is stopped in motion. It makes the only thing he can focus on be the strangely wonderful way Flux’s lips touch his.
Saps gasps slightly into the kiss, squeezing his eyes shut. It’s clumsy, it’s amateurish, Flux’s nails are digging into Saps’ skin, and their teeth are bashed against each other, but he finds that he doesn’t care. He lets himself drown in this feeling until they finally pull back.
He slowly pulls his head back, looking around the room. Thankfully, everyone else is either passed out or too drunk to be aware of their surroundings.
Well, except for a gaping Jophiel, who is pointing an accusatory finger at him. He scowls. He just knows that she’s going to tell every living being on god’s green fucking earth tomorrow.
Whatever.
He lightly presses the pads of his fingers to the back of Flux’s neck and leans in for another kiss.