The expression on Beckett’s face could best be characterized as incredulous. Shane hadn’t known Beckett was interested? Sure, he could be a prick 99% of the time and he made a lot of snide comments, but he thought he’d made his attraction pretty obvious. Maybe Shane wasn’t good at reading the signs; maybe Beckett had to come right out and say it. He sighed just before speaking. “Of course I’m interested in you.” It came out a little harsher than he’d intended, sounded like he thought Shane was stupid for not realizing it sooner. Oops. And then the boy in front of him was saying something nobody had ever said to him, had never even suggested in passing: fucking on cam. It was hard for a boy to surprise Beckett, but Shane had already done that a few times today. It was intense. “Jesus,” he muttered, nodding before he could really form any coherent thoughts. Without any hesitation, his hand found the back of Shane’s neck, dragging him in for a rough kiss.
"I just figured… I mean, I know I’m hot and all, I just didn’t think I was hot enough to get someone like you,” He admitted, chewing on the inside of his cheek. It was the truth, Beckett was nearly perfect and he couldn’t believe that he wanted Shane of all people, but he wasn’t going to argue. He knew that this would never turn into anything other than an occasional fuck because Beckett wasn’t going to change any time soon. But they were still young and why would he want to mess things up with a stupid title? It didn’t matter who Beckett fucked before or after he fucked Shane because in the end all Shane would ever be was another name on the list of people Beckett Cameron has fucked; and knowing that, he had to make it memorable. Before he had time to even register what was going on, Beckett’s lips were pressed roughly against his own, small whines emitting from his mouth. Pushing him away gently, he flicked his tongue out over his bottom lip and grabbed his wrist, tugging him toward the front door.
"Shhhh," Jax urged, letting his eyes close so he can pretend this whole thing never happened for a few moments. Everything would be so much easier if they didn’t try to talk about things. They got in arguments, got mad at each other. Usually, it was Jace that was mad at Jax and, yeah, he got why. It made sense, logically. They weren’t boyfriends and Jax had no idea if they ever would be, but he did know that he would be a shitty one. It was just part of who he was — it wasn’t like he could help it. Relationships weren’t his forte and they never had been. "It’s okay," he assured the blonde, sensing how upset he really was. Everything was so confusing, so jumbled in his head; he didn’t know how to feel. On the one hand he was still pissed, angry that Jace forced him to say something he wasn’t read to say. But on the other hand, he was happy it was out there, happy that the blonde finally knew the true extent of his feelings. He pressed forward, every part of Jax aligning with every part of Jace, and sipped at his lips, teeth tugging gently on the blonde’s bottom lip. "C’mon," he breathed, mouth still close enough to brush against Jace’s. "Smile."
Jace didn’t even know why he was upset in the first place — they weren’t dating, they weren’t in a relationship. Jax was free to come and go as he pleased, why should that phase Jace? Jace was allowed to do just the same. They had a deal, after all. He was just getting tired of this deal, he just wanted an out; he wanted to be free from Jax and his curse. It wasn’t fair to either of them because they wanted two different things. Jax wanted sex, at least that’s what it seemed like, and Jace wanted to settle down. He didn’t even have time to think before Jax was pushing himself closer, their bodies lined up perfectly. Jace was sort of a hopeless romantic and found every reason why he and Jax were meant to be together, this was reason number three. “I’m sorry,” He mumbled, instantly hating himself for saying it. “Shit — sorry…” He was apologizing for apologizing; sorry was probably the word he used most. “C-Can we just… go lay down, or something?”
He could tell there was something off with the other the moment he’d walked through the door and he’d opened his mouth to speak but ended up letting the silence continue as the other crawled into his lap, hooking his legs around his waist. His arms merely wrapped around Jace and he pressed a soft kiss to the other’s hair before beginning to trace small circles on his back with the tip of his finger. “I missed you too,” He said quietly in a hushed tone.
Jace pressed himself closer to the other boy, wanting to be as close as he possibly could be. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into the crook of the other’s neck. “Missed you most,” He breathed out. “Would you miss me if I died?” He asked, not pulling away to even look at Adam. It was just a question, he’d been thinking about it a lot lately. Not dying, just… the aftermath of dying. He wanted to know if he’d be missed or not. “I mean, yeah, you probably would miss me, but… would you remember me?”
"Jesus fucking Christ," Beckett murmured, the feeling of Shane’s hand wrapped around him mingling with the tingling sensation he got in his stomach when he heard that Shane imagined him while he did his livestreams. "Don’t understand why you don’t just, like, come over and let me get you off on my own." He could, too. He knew that he could make Shane come once, twice, however many times he could manage before he was spent and falling asleep. His hips were pressing forward, fucking into the other boy’s fist, searching for even more pressure, more friction, when Shane pulled his hand away. "Wha —" Beckett’s face contorted into a distinct frown, his mouth literally falling open. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?" He looked between his very obvious boner and the boy in front of him, an expression on his face that was equal parts bewildered and angry. "You’re really gonna make me go inside with this?" He shook his head. "That’s just — cruel. Downright cruel."
"Didn’t think you were interested in me," Shane murmured, his grip on Beckett’s cock tightening slightly. It was the honest truth, he didn’t think that Beckett liked him — at all, not even in the friendly way. Which was why he never really liked talking to the blonde much, because he felt like he was annoying him. That and the fact that Beckett intimidated him, but Shane would never admit that. Beckett could probably have Shane coming in no time if he gave in and followed him into his house. Beckett could definitely have him falling apart — and fuck, it was so hot to think about. "You could always come inside… my mom’s taking my sister out for ice cream and shouldn’t be back for an hour, two hours… I could let you fuck me on cam," He suggested.