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"Morris, just hand them over."

"No!" the man complained, looking out the window of his car at the apartment complex. Victor had approved to come with him to Noah's as to assure that Morris wouldn't make a U turn and ditch the date on the way there.

Morris had waited a few days to pass since Noah's approval of the date in seek of good weather. He was planning on- you guessed it, taking him to the Carnival. He was creative like that.

"Morris Kentson he will laugh in your face." Victor insisted, trying to pry the bouquet of red roses out of his hand.

"Ow ow ow!" Morris whined. Thorns were prickling his skin. "Stop, he'll like them! Yes he'll make fun of me but he'll be profoundly touched."

"He is a man, stop the-"

"I'll bitch-slap you, Victor!"

The man let go, eyes widening for a couple seconds. He palmed his scarf, fumbling with it. "Just... how gay are you, Morris Kentson?"

The man left his car, slamming the door close after him.

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Morris arranged his outfit. He'd tried his best to look casual, but then supposed a pair of dark-brown dress pants wouldn't hurt. Neither would a matching vest, over a black shirt, with a slim white tie as to produce a palette of coffee colors.

He sighed.

Ok yes he was overly formal but he just didn't feel ok with himself any other way. Seeing as he was ridiculously nervous for this date, being the first male on male one, he could only turn to his clothes for some sort of comfort.

He moved the flowers to his other hand with a rustle and knocked on the thin, wooden door. The building was a mess, and he couldn't help but wonder what Noah did with his impressive salary.

After a few moments of waiting, the door was unlocked and swung open. Morris's face dropped as he took in Noah's aspect.

He was only wearing a huge, thin grey t-shirt that reached his knees. From there on, his toothpick legs seemingly leaked to the floor like two thin milk streams. The knees bulged out distinctively, as did the bones of his ankles.

Noah was skinny...

"Are... Aren't you dressed?" Morris tentatively checked his wristwatch to confirm the time they've agreed upon.

Noah scoffed, watching the flowers dully. He picked up the bouquet and stuffed his nose in them, white strands of hair tickling the strong red.

"Ok let's see." Noah looked Morris up and down. "Suit, flowers, Carnival maybe?"

Morris tried to hide his blush by placing his hands in his pockets and kicking away plaster dust from the floor.

Noah snickered and took hold of his wrist, dragging him inside the apartment and closing the door after them. The action was enough to make the windows tremble.

"At the end of this tiny hallway and to the left. I'll put these in water meanwhile."

Morris nodded, pressing his left heel to his right foot to take his shoe out, doing the same to the other. He smiled slightly at his feet, glad for the opportunity to show off his nice socks. He was a man that liked his socks.

After a step, he took two backwards and peeked into the kitchen to see Noah lay the flowers on the counter, which took most of the kitchen space. The room was rectangular and tiny, a huge window with three frames occupying half the far wall. There was a nice, urban view outside.

"Do you like the flowers?" Morris asked lightly.

Noah got on his toes to search through the bottles in his cupboard. "I only received flowers at my graduation ceremony. They were all fucking white." he rolled his eyes, turning around to lean on the counter. "So yeah, I like yours significantly better." he sketched a smile and got on cutting a plastic bottle to improvise a vase.

Morris grinned tentatively at that and started walking down the narrow hallway, touching the walls as he went. "Don't you ever feel claustrophobic in here?"

Noah chuckled, exiting the kitchen. "No, I can do this." he straightened up and shifted his weight from one foot to the other before pressing his palms to the walls. He did the same with his feet, one by one, and started climbing up.

"Vin that is the most disturbing thing!" Morris covered his mouth, watching the alien looking little guy go. Noah laughed and popped his neck, giving his best to look creepy. "Oh man..." Morris palmed his eyes and just went to the room Noah had pointed to.

As he got to the doorstep, he heard the thud of Noah landing, but was far too distracted to look. He did feel the young man approach enough for his chest to be pressed to Morris's back, peeking from behind him.

The living room was huge, must've been two rooms at one point. A bunch of stuff took up the place, like a king sized mattress thick enough not to require a bed, a wide desk with a calculator which had a CRT monitor, the old kind, a worn out couch which faced a TV, bookcases, a closet and- and of course, the huge tent that must've reached past Morris's waist.

Its supporting pillars were, naturally, chairs, but Noah had tied umbrellas to their backrests as to make it taller. He had so many umbrellas! Judging by the center of the blanket which was bulged roundly, an open umbrella inside must've kept it like that.

Morris had the sudden urge to dive right in, draw with crayons and pee his pants (that was his childhood pretty much).

"I'll lend you some clothes." Noah assured him while undoing his tie from behind.

Morris let his lower lip tremble. "Vin..."

"Yes Kent."

"I was- I- I should've thought of something like this!"

"Haha funny."

"What's funny?"

"'Thought'. As though thinking is something you do."

Morris was too touched to even feel offended. He let Noah tug off his coat to place it on the hanger by the entrance door. Morris slid off the undone tie and tentatively stepped into the room.

Noah walked in and went to his closet, opening it wide. "Pick whatever, they should all fit you."

"They'd fit two of me." Morris murmured, glancing inside at all the ridiculously large clothes the little guy owned. Noah chuckled and was once away gone, to put the flowers in water.

Morris took a deep breath and finally let himself grin. As he undressed, he kept looking at the tent from all angles, eager to peek inside but unwilling to without Noah there.

He just couldn't believe the awesomeness of it! Imagining Noah put so much effort for Morris, when all he could come up with was flowers and a Carnival. Maybe... maybe Noah liked him more than he let on?

Noah came in the room holding his rat and twirling its tail with a finger. He's had his eyes trained on it, mimicking its chewing by munching on his lower lip with those two long front teeth, covered by black dots.

When he looked up from it, he raised his eyebrows, taking in Morris's naked torso. "Nice." he commented.

Morris laughed lightly and took a random t-shirt from the closet, pulling it on. It reached halfway down his thighs, he could only imagine Noah in it.

He could remember his first impression of Noah. Since his fashion sense let everything to imagination, he'd thought him to be actually fit, relatively so. Truthfully, the guy was skin and bones. It made Morris wonder if maybe Noah has always been aware of his anorexia and was trying to hide it.

He glanced at Noah's legs then up at him, tilting his head. The young man was now letting the rat claw at his nose.

"The tent has a 'one shirt zero pants' policy." Noah informed, lowering to his knees and crawling in.

Morris laughed, undoing his pants and letting them drop to the floor before hurrying inside.

"Vin!" Morris exclaimed. "I can actually sit with my back straight in here!"

That had always been a problem as a kid.

There was a blanket on the floor and many pillows around, each a different color. A laptop was placed on a box as to not overheat, lightning up the place. There were two mugs with what smelled like strong coffee and various snacks.

"Vin... Vin." Morris knelt before him and took a hand in his. "Will you marry me?"

Noah placed the rat on top of Morris's head. The man hunched his shoulders until they popped and felt goose bumps rise up, the tiny claws feeling bluntly disgusting.

"How about we see if we can coexist even for a night and then see about that?"

Morris took the rat and huffed. "Why does it get to enter? It has no shirt."

Noah snickered, getting on his fours and crawling out. Morris listened to the cute taps of his soles as he hopped around the room, looking for something. Meanwhile, the rat was eating Morris alive inch by inch.

"Don't tell me you have clothes for it."

Noah entered with tiny little clothes in both hands.

"You are such a freak."

"I have a friend that's a tailor and a weirdo."

"The fact that the better part of your friends are weird should be of concern to you."

Noah settled down, taking the rat despite its struggle. "You're thinking of Chester. He's not weird, he's..." he sighed. "Ok yes I have weird friends."

"Which, based on my social studies, means you're..."

Noah huffed hair out of his eyes and slumped. "Don't call me weird." he murmured while pulling the rat's hand out of the shirt's hole, using two fingers. It kept squealing.

Morris laughed, helping him by tugging the tiny material downwards. "See, I was thinking our tent would be a fortress of Vikings, not a castle of princesses."

Noah scoffed. "It's a gay date, didn't expect to be playing dress-up?"

Morris laughed.

The rat was now wearing a black shirt with a skull on the back. It paced around looking for an exit.

"So, what movie should we watch?" Noah asked, looking at the laptop. Morris took the time to observe his slim neck, wondering how it supported his big head. The hair alone must've weighted a ton.

"You're adorable." Morris informed him. "Oh wow your blush!"

Noah was practically a tomato. Since his skin had no pigment, the faintest blood rush to his cheeks would be strident.

He rolled his eyes, hiding it with a hand. "Oh wow your nose!"

Morris gawked, hiding his nose with a hand. "I wasn't being offensive!"

"Who said I was!"

"You- you can't just-"

"Oh but you can?"

"I didn't mean it like that!"

"Well me neither!"

"I'm never marrying you!"

"Me neither!" Noah turned away, facing the laptop. "Choose a stupid movie."

"Your blush is cute."

Noah glared at him over his shoulder, looking about ready to set him on fire. "Your nose too."

Morris let his hand drop and smiled sheepishly before hugging Noah from behind.

'Aaaah!'

The well known psycho soundtrack followed suit, but it wasn't the only sound in the tent.

"Mmm..."

'Aaaaaah!'

"Ah! Kent-"

'There is blood everywhere, God!'

"Nnnh..."

'Are these my intestines...'

"Stop that, it tickles!"

Morris was fondling Noah from behind, feeling him up and down and kissing his neck. Noah kept making short, tiny noises, his back arched and heels digging into the blanketed ground.

"Kent..." he sighed as the man bit his bony shoulder.

Morris tightened the hug of Noah's ribcage, happily nipping away. "I really like this..." he murmured. Absent-minded, he reached up a hand to cup Noah's left pectoral.

They stopped for a long second. "What are you..." Noah murmured.

"Habit." Morris justified, awkwardly letting go of his chest.

Noah chuckled faintly, turning his head to mouth Morris's jaw. "Mmm..."

Morris laughed, letting Noah enjoy himself. Meanwhile, he took the liberty to feel up his left hipbone, poking out sharply. He circled a thumb around it and Noah sighed.

"Lower."

Morris eyes Noah's parted legs. A bulge could be seen through the long t-shirt, and he hesitantly raised the hem. Noah shook eagerly in his hold, but Morris only wanted to cuddle.

"Come on..." Noah pleaded.

Morris glanced away, head bobbing with each kiss Noah pressed onto his jaw. "But I..."

"Come on..." Noah insisted, twisting in his arms to face him and hug his neck. He kissed his lips with long, slippery rubs.

'He has a chainsaw! He has a chainsaw!'

"But Vin, I love you..."

"Mmm love me hard, Kent."

Noah fell on his back and pulled Morris on top of him, hugging his waist with his legs. Morris looked at Noah lying there, his eyes distant and wet mouth parted as he panted.

"Did you do all this so that we'd have sex?" he asked in a tiny voice.

Noah nodded right away and reached underneath the bunch of pillows to retreat a tiny bottle of lube and a condom. The more Morris looked at them, the more he helplessly felt his heart turn grey.

"But Vin..."

Noah reached a hand into Morris's boxers and cupped his junk. The man closed his eyes with a hiss and looked away, at the laptop's screen presenting black and white organs flying all over the place.

"You're hard, Kent."

Morris shut his eyelids over the glossy eyes and, moments later, opened them dry, empty.

It all amounted to this, after all. There was no way around it. Noah only wanted sex and so, right then and there, Morris decided he would give him all the sex he could handle and more.

'Please! No, not my sister!'

He looked away from the crying woman and to Noah. He was looking up at him greedily, hands by his head, fingers playing with the uneven strands.

Morris bent his neck and stole a kiss. He slid Noah's thin shirt up his thighs to cup a tiny, round buttock and squeeze twice before tugging off the black boxers.

He had zero experience in butt sex, but he did the math and deducted the need of plenty lube. He gripped the bottle and poured it right on Noah's exposed entrance.

The young man snickered at the tickly feeling, covering his mouth excited. Morris sketched no expression, concentrated on the task at hand. He pressed his middle finger to the ring and circled it before trying to enter, all the while blushing.

"Yes, like that..." Noah murmured. Morris got the tip of his middle finger in and Noah flinched, his thighs contracting. "E-easy..."

Morris nodded and took calming breaths. He was uncomfortably hard despite his mentality, and wanted nothing more than to ram right into him. He would adjust to this sort of relationship, since Noah didn't seem willing to compromise at all.

"Ok go on..." Noah said once he loosened up.

Morris started fingering him kind of like he would a woman and received no complaints. On the contrary, Noah was toying with his shirt violently, the material all crumpled and messed up.

'Die.'

"Shit... more." Noah breathed in deeply.

Morris added a ring finger and leaned over Noah, propped on an arm. Noah gripped his wrist with slim fingers, moaning shamelessly and rocking his hips.

Meanwhile, the rat wandered about the tent freely until it stumbled upon the cable of the laptop charger. It took it in its tiny hands and nibbled away.

By the time Noah was all prepared and ready, the cable was torn in two and the rat was on its merry way to the snacks lying around.

"Come on, come on..." Noah hugged Morris so that he'd lay on him and raised his hips.

Morris gripped his thigh easily in one hand, seizing it up with a cringe. He was so slim that he was genuinely afraid he'd break him.

"Kent..."

Morris tugged off his boxers and positioned himself, nervousness starting to kick in. His hands were shaky as he put on the condom, just the right size since Noah had encountered his junk before. Face to face, so to say.

"Just do it don't worry..." Noah had his eyes closed and was biting his lower lip, black braces visible.

Morris shoved the tip in. It was difficult to get it in, but Noah helped with a jerk of the hips that sent himself yelping.

"Shit, shit, do it..." he sighed.

When Morris got even deeper, Noah dug his nails into his back and scratched its entire length. Morris gasped, burying his head into his neck and only advancing further.

It was then that Noah coughed out a moan of content. "There... Just go fast..."

Morris took the time to adjust to the pressure on his cock with a few slow thrusts. He was gawking at the ground, shocked at the realization he was currently engaged in gay sexual intercourse.

"Fast, fast!" Noah clawed at the blanket with one hand and his back with the other. Morris hissed, raising up to place his hands on Noah's shoulders and pin his back to the floor before starting to rock his hips back and forth quickly.

Noah nearly laughed in pleasure, the thick blanket underneath about to swallow him whole. He kept trashing his head around as he tried to reach for Morris, but the man only kept him at arms length, fucking him into the floor.

'Don't open the door!'

The albino's legs kept dangling, toes curled. Bones would pop randomly but it went unnoticed, both too engrossed in pleasure.

"Yes Kent that's just- oh, you're good, faster!"

Morris obeyed. His head fell heavy on Noah's shoulder, black and white strands of hair tangling together, and he hurriedly jerked his hips, moaning through clenched teeth. He finally managed to get past the realization he was doing this with Noah, his male coworker with a passion for rats and sarcasm, and was enjoying the act for what it was.

Sex and nothing more.

'Why'd you open the fucking door!'

The rat was struggling to get out of a snack bag, the rustles going unheard over the moans and slaps of skin.

"I'm so close, I'm so close..." Noah cried, his stomach sucked in and back arched, causing the ditches between his ribs to deepen.

"Mmmmmh-" Morris covered his mouth with a hand. "Do it already..."

Noah only jerked himself a couple times before he came breathlessly. His Adam's apple bulged out as he bent his neck backwards, mouth agape. The thighs around Morris's waist tightened their grip shakily, pulling him further in.

Morris squinted his eyes close and moaned against his palm. "Mommy!"

"Why of course..."

Morris saw his sorry reflection in the car's window before he opened the passenger door and slumped down on the seat. He slammed the door after him and sighed, closing his bloodshot eyes.

Victor tapped the steering wheel, looking at him from the corner of his eyes. His rhythmic tapping tugged at Morris's nerves one by one until he turned to him and gripped his neck with both hands and shook him.

No, he didn't do that, it was only in his head. Truthfully, Victor kept tapping while Morris kept glaring out the windshield.

"How did it go?"

Morris slowly moved his head towards his friend, eyes dry and void of emotion.

"I'll become a fuck machine." he announced.

Victor sighed faintly and started the car with clings of the keychain. Once he was on the road, he glanced his way for a second.

"What happened?"

Morris clenched his teeth and started playing with his disastrous hair. "He put effort into making a tent for us only so that we'd have sex in it."

Victor nodded, biting his lower lip. "So you decided to adopt a lifestyle of fuckery in hopes the tables would turn?"

"I don't care what comes out of it." Morris bit his thumb, elbow on the window frame, and glared out. His eyes stung a little. "I told him I love him, and he just- he doesn't."

"Are you sure you love him?"

Morris started bouncing his leg. Hair fell over his eyes but he kept nibbling at his thumbnail. He hummed affirmatively.

"You were sure you loved that one girl dressed as Minnie Mouse, remember?"

"Would you mind your own God damn business."

Victor sighed, sketching a smile. "Come on, Morris. This isn't high school, you can't just mope over crushes anymore."

Little did Victor know, that high school never ends, not quite.

Will Morris successfully become a soulless fuck machine? What would come out of it? Comment now for 7 dollars and 99 cents! 

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