Same Old, Same Old

"He loves him some scoobydoo." The boy smiled at the screen.

"Yeah... i feel bad about watching it without him." He hummed

"Well Im sure he has it on demand." The boy chuckled softly.

"ITs not the same watching it with youuu." He pouted at him, poking his cheek.

"No because I dont giggle when ScoobyDoo talks." The boy winked at him.

Asher whimpered.
"You're making me miss him more!" He whined and stood, sneaking into Aristotle's room and grabbing his camera he had left on the night stand, running back out before his boyfriend could yell at him.
"I have videos of him on here." He nodded at Kelton when he got back, pressing play and watching a small recording of Aristotle watching Scoobydoo.

Kelton simply blinked.
"You recorded him watching T.V.?"

Asher blushed and looked up at him.
"Is that weird...?" He was so adorable and the camera had just been sitting there...

"No, not weird at ALLLL." The boy chuckled softly, shaking his head at the other submissive man.

"He's so cuteee." Asher pouted, going back to watching it.

"He is..."
The boy was idiotic sometimes but he was cute...

Asher sighed and put the camera down.
"I want to cuddle him damnit." He whined.

"If you in there, instead of cuddling he might kick your ass and put you out of his room for good." Kelton hummed lightly.

"I know... thats why I'm not going to go in there..." It would hurt too much if Aristotle kicked him out again.

"So wanna stay down here?"
Aristotle wanted them both GONE.

"Yes... just so if he hurts himself I will know.." He nodded.

"Kay." Kelton shrugged, flipping the Chanel on the T.V. to find someone to watch.

Asher stood up and wandered off, finding a notepad and sitting back down, filling up a page with a note. He stood up and taped it to Aristotle's bedroom door so whenever he left the room he'd find it.

Aristotle was not planning on leaving that room with Asher and Kelton down there.

And Asher knew that. But he had to leave eventually, even when they were gone.

Aristotle did slip from his room that night to go to the bath room, the bathroom being down the hall.

The note read.
"Ary,
I'm really sorry for EVERYTHING. For cheating, for getting the tattoo, for showing it to you, I'm just sorry. I love you more than anything baby. You are so amazing and I'm so... not. I don't deserve you at all. I am so mean to you and I don't know why you decide to love me.
But I'm so glad you do... You are everything to me. You are the only boy who I've ever loved so I don't know why I treat you so badly. No matter what I'd have to do, I would do it if I could take back cheating on you... You're the only person who makes my heart beat slower and faster at the same time.
I'm never really... lovey and all mushy with you but I'm going to change that. I was always against being all sweet and cliche but... I love every litle thing about you. Your slowness isn't a turn off to me. I love when I use a big word and you ask what it means. I love the look of understanding on your face when I teach you something new. I love every time I make love with you cause you're always so inexperienced just like our first time. I love the look of lust in your eyes just barely covering the worry. I love the way you still panic every time I bleed when we make love. I love how soft your hands are when you're caressing my cheek while we kiss. I love the look on your face when I try to pleasure you. I love how grossed out you are when I suggest some new thing in bed that we've never tried. I love the way your hair falls in your eyes and you chew on your lip ring when you're trying to make love to me. I love the feel of your lip ring on my skin when you kiss me. I love how shocked you look every time you cum. I love how sweet and loving your kisses are. I love how protective you are of me. I love how you fought your best friend over me. I love how you would do ANYTHING for me. I love YOU Aristotle VanArnam. I want to marry you, I want to be Asher VanArnam. I want to spend the rest of my life teaching you new things and loving you.
If you are mad at me I understand. And you have a right to be. But I just wanted to let you know all these things and how very sorry I am for hurting you Aristotle. You are everything to me. Again, I love you <3. Call me if you need me, I will answer no matter what.
Love, Asher
XOXO <3
PS: I don't think I used too many difficult words but if I confused you just call and I'll explain <3"

Aristotle took almost an hour to read the note once, and another hour to read it again, but after the second time he was close to tears again. The slow boy sat it on his bed and slipped form his room, making his way down Stairs where Kelton and Asher were sleeping. The boy slipped between them, wrapping his arms around Asher and simply holding him tightly, pressing kissing to his hair as the words on that small piece of paper replayed over and over in his head.

In his sleep, Asher curled closer, his blonde hair falling across his face in a smooth curtain, a smile playing on his pink lips.

Aristotle, picked him up, cradling the boy to his chest and carefully carrying him upstairs, so careful not to trip with Asher in his arms.