Lyrin blushes more, "I'm not the one who gets hard about the craziest shit." He mutters, tapping the back of his phone. :And I'm not making you do anything, Billy."
He sits up, yawning, "Anyways. Do you have any ideas other than accounting?"
"You would! You'd get to use that brain for me, and my massive bank accounts." He said grinning to himself. "I never said I'd restrict you...more than I already like to."
He rolls his eyes, "What? You want me to keep your books for you?" He rolls off his bed, puling his laptop over before flopping back down. He starts scrolling through colleges.
He hums softly, smiling slightly. "Again, would the pay check be bigger? Would I have more money for more food for a fatter ass?"He snickers, rollng his eyes.
"Food, implants, a work out regiment that targets the ass cheeks, whichever works." He said laughing until Lyrun called him Quirky. He scowled. "Quirky? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You want me to workout and get muscle?" He snickers and then huffs, "Yes, quirky: an adjective; unusual in especially an interesting or appealing way." He shrugs.
"...God you make me want to hold you down and give you a beating when you talk like that." Billy said shaking his head aa he rolled his eyes. "Sych a nerd, with such a ass. You should have just been a cheerleader."
Lyrin pouts, "You can try. . . or you can use that app on your phone. . ." He mumbles, shifting towards the side of his bed, "Though. . . not sure how the distance would effect opperation-"
"O you can wait until the weekend." He rolls his eyes, "Though you might forget why, exactly, you're beating me up. Wouldn't be very effective if you cant remember what lesson you're trying to teach. . ."
"It's six days before either of us sees each other again." He rolls his neck slightly, "In person, anyways."
He hums softly, "I know you'll do a lot of things, Sir. I've seen, heard, and felt a lot of it." he swings his legs over, sitting up. "How badlydo you think I want to feel you pummeling into me?"
"Hm...I think you can't ever get enough." Billy said simply, but before Lyrin could response, the call disconnected. Letting Lyrin settle with the thought. Surely it was just a dusconnection...but Billy didn't call back.
Lyrin grumbles at his phone, setting it on the nightstand. He plugs it in before standing and stretching, "Jerk. . ." He mumbles, shuffling back over to his desk to clean up from his homework.
As Lyrin settled back into his work, stewing in his not boyfriends selfishness for a while,...he heard something bounce off his window, a pebble or some clacking off the sill.
Billy was standing outside, rolling around a handful of small rocks. "You see me in tights? If I'm coming up there it's not to say some flowery bullshit." He said waving a finger at Lyrin beckoning him like a dog.
Lyrin flushes slightly, staring at him. He sighs heavily, shaking his head. "One sec-" He pushes the window closed before grabbing up his phone. He pulls on his jacket and then walks from his room, "I'm going out, be home eventually!" He grabs his keys and walks from the ouse, moving towards Billy.
"You don't have to treat me like a dog. . ." He grumbles.
"So I can't put the leash on you?" Billy hissed inti Lyrins ear as he turned away from the door to walk him to a car, a nice inexpensive. Modern, likely even made thus same year. Still. Billy rarely actively drive. He open his door, climbing inside. "Wanna go to the usual hotel?"
Lyrin sighs, "It's a forty-five minute drive. And my bad for being curious about something new." He pauses and then slides his gaze over to Billy. "Do you actually have a leash?" He quirks an eyebrow, though his cheeks remain slightly pink.
"You think I'm bluffing?" Billy said raising a brow at Lyrins question. "When have I ever bluffed....I was going to use it next time but I figured why beat around the bush so much."
"You're excited." Billy said as if he could read Lyrins mind, and was deciding it fir him. Then again he was keenly aware of Lyrins squirming tells. "Good dog." He teased as he stroked Lyrins head mockingly while he steered. The hotel parking lot came into view soon, Billy gripping Lyrins hair. "Should I walk you in on it?"
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