Vamped

by Elixtm, krismus697

Notes:

• For Tina.

Modern AU / 1st chapter is before anyone got turned into a vampire. Dracula is also not in the therapy but he will still play a part in the vampire turning. - 🪩

what up... these are js our fuckass play characters and they are unfortunately VERY freaky.. but lile you should still support tjis and it'd be very funny if the people who like it make a post witu the hashtag #vampedao3 or #bettyandthevampire i wanna see ur guys funny posts. also im sorry this is so long but a fandom for this play our director wrote would be genuinely awesome we would love to show her!! love u guys does anyone read the notes? - 💿 / charlie

Chapter 1: Prologue ..

Chapter by krismus697

Summary:

Simon gets bitten, and Calv gets a bit turned on from it?

Notes:

haiaiaii... !! is for calv speaking! and (( is for simon!!! js to avoid confusion. also for background knowledge they met at a grouo therapy session, calv was there for being a germaphobe and simon was there for social anxiety, but they've become far too accustomed to touching eachother....

chapter by 💿 / charlie

" How did I end up here...? "

Calvin leaned up against the doorway to the group therapy room, watching Simon from afar. He was amazed at how he hadn't been heard yet, breathing heavily from how warm his scarf made his neck and face. Calv had attempted to keep the two perfect teeth marks on his neck and his new fangs covered, but it was proving to be extremely uncomfortable— and made even more so by the fact that just looking at Simon made his whole body heat up like he had been traveling through the Sahara in July. Pulling down his scarf, the young man managed to calmly slip two words out.

(( " Hello, Simon. "

Simon immediately whipped around, some indescribable emotion, like fear mixed with anger, in his eyes, with fists clenched so hard to the point his knuckles were the color of eggshells.

!! " Are... are you a v-vampire now? Did... did Janice bite you? "

(( " ..Yeah. I am. "

Calvin nearly threw up there. It was disgusting to admit, even to himself, and the thought of throwing up started the whole process of him wanting to do it, but he just stood there. Yet the thing that made him the sickest wasn't the fact he was in the same room as someone who might've had every disease known to man and was slowly killing him, but it was the fact he was so.. hungry.

It wasn't anything like the hunger he had felt as a human. His teeth ached, his head felt like it was going to explode any second, and worst of all it felt like he was slowly being dehydrated and torn apart from the inside out. Calvin had to bite down hard on his lip just to keep himself from starting to sob.

He watched as Simon tried to bolt for the door and immediately pounced on him, pinning him to the floor. Calv would have to use pure gallons of hand sanitizer after this, because really, who isn't disgusted after their hands have been all over the floor? Who knows what was on the boots of those who walked on it? He was getting off track. There wasn't long before that Paula lady came back in and saw him on top of Simon, and either got the wrong idea or called him a murderer. And so, the vampire took a big breath, mentally prepared himself for the diseases he may contract from sucking out someone's blood, and bit down into Simon's neck.

In all honesty, it wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be. He had fully expected he was going to take one sip and shrivel up and die on the spot. But Simon just laid there, staring at him. It really seemed odd in the moment, but if Calv was going to catch a trillion diseases anyways, a little bit more contact wouldn't hurt. Calvin wrapped his hands around Simon's face, pulled him up, and closed the gap between the two with a sudden kiss.

It's strange, kissing someone with their blood on your own lips, Calv thought, but he didn't really mind it too much and it was honestly a little hot, so he just waited for Simon to kiss back— which didn't take long. He made a little pleasured noise, something like a whine that spilled onto Simon's lips, which didn't bother either of them a ton, because it did feel nice. Calv's hands moved from the man under him's sides, up onto his face with his thumbs at the edges of his eyes. He immediately pulled away, alarmed when Simon leaned harder into him, as he wasn't expecting the sudden friction, even if it did feel nice. He wiped off his lips quickly and pulled his scarf up over his mouth, standing up— and without saying a word, he vanished into the hallway, leaving Simon laying alone on the floor.

Chapter 2: Chapter One

Notes:

🪩: This means Ell (Ellixtm) is the author of the chapter (will also be specified)

🪩: Ell is writing chapter one

"How did I get here?"

A rhetorical question Simon whispered to himself while lying on Calvin's bed. They were just friends. That accidentally shared a kiss.

"You needed a place to stay, remember?"

Simon swore Calvin was asleep. Fuck, this had become so much worse. 

 

Chapter One

 

Group therapy was finally over. Simon had such bad social anxiety it was hard to even get himself to go; but he did anyway.

He wasn't sure why but something about it kept drawing him back. Someone kept drawing him back.

He was walking to the coffee shop enough money buy a laptop so he could get work done more efficiently. His life had been going to utter shit lately considering he couldn't get any work done outside of the office because he didn't have a computer.

He was finally working on getting his life together. He didn't understand why, but the therapy sessions had been helping. He'd stepped far outside his comfort zone and started talking to people from therapy outside of the sessions. He talked to one the most though. Now that Simon had a computer though, work will actually get done. It's a wonder he hasn't been fired yet.

Simon was looking down at his phone, pretending to be busy when he ran face first into someone. Simon's face hit the muscular but also seemingly fragile arms of the man he'd ran into. 

And the man he ran into?

Calvin.

The person he talked to the most in the therapy sessions. And who happened to have just turned him into a vampire. And kissed him. 

Simon wanted to disappear into the ground and die.

This was so embarrassing. Yes, he talked to the other members of the group outside of sessions, including Calvin, but unplanned and right after THAT went down? He wasn't even able to practice basic speaking before slamming face first into the arms of Calvin. 

"I'm so sorry," Simon stammered out after a pause.

"Oh you're good!" Calvin said back, shaking out his hands and grabbing a sanitary wipe from his pockets, rubbing it all over his neck and face furiously. "We're– uh, both fine, right?" Calvin added.

Simon could feel his cheeks reddening. The way Calvin spoke so confidently, with no stammering or muttering to find the right words. Simon wouldn't let himself think what he'd been thinking for a while, even before the kiss; at least, not fully. 

"Yep! All good," Simon responded after a second. He mentally cursed at himself for flushing like that. He had been getting better at speaking though. If that had happened before therapy he might have actually turned and ran the opposite direction, fighting off tears of embarrassment. But ever since therapy, he actually was somewhat able to stand his ground. He silently hoped Calvin was proud of him. 

"I'm headed to the coffee shop. Where are you going?" Simon asked.

"I was going to go home, but the coffee shop with you would be much more fun," Calvin responded.

Fuck. Simon wasn't prepared for this. He didn't want to have to try and hold a conversation. Especially not with Calvin, alone. While taking a moment to weigh his options, Calvin made a motion that seemed like he was about to reach for Simons hand. Seemingly remembering how many germs would be on Simons hand, he quickly drew his hand back. 

As if reading Simons thoughts, Calvin reassured him that he would be the one keeping conversations afloat. 

Calvin turned towards the coffee shop, Simon followed him. Guess he wouldn't be getting any work done today. How was Calvin like this? Simon wondered. He had such an affect on Simon. From the flushing to the fact he actually successfully convinced Simon, the social anxious one, to go to the coffee shop with him alone. No use pondering on things I don't understand, Simon thought. The thing is, he was lying to himself. He knew damn well what the affect on him was but he couldn't admit it.

They finally arrived at the coffee shop. It was only around 20 feet from where they'd been standing earlier but it felt like the walk took a week.

"We're here!" Calvin said joyfully.

The same thing again. How does he do it so easily?

Simon tried to smile, but it didn't reach his eyes so it just looked fake.

Simon and Calvin walked in and sat at a table for two. If they weren't two guys people would've mistaken them for a couple the way Calvin held himself in the chair. His hands curled into fists under his chin, head slightly tilted like he was analyzing him. It would've also looked as though it was a judging analysis if not for the look in Calvin's eyes. It wasn't a look of judgment but a look of something almost like... love or mild desire. The only reason it wasn't complete desire is because Calvin knew Simon had already given into it; at least, his heart had. But no. He couldn't let himself think that way. They were just friends, nothing more. But the more they interacted, the more Simons mind wandered. The wandering leading him through the paths of his arteries and veins. Right down to his heart. But he wasn't there yet. And every time he pulled himself back, pulled himself away, it also pulled the wandering of his mind back to his brain. This was not how it was supposed to be.

Calvin finally spoke, "I'll go get us a drink. What do you want?"

"Uhm," Simon wasn't ready for that question. "Water!" He blurted.

He didn't actually want water. Calvin was just looking at him with that look in his eyes that made Simon want to tear his own heart out from behind his ribs and drive a stake through it.

Calvin got up and walked over to the bar. A few moments later he walked back with one large glass of water and two straws.

"Where's your drink?" Simon asked.

Calvin pointed at the water. "Right here."

Oh god no. No, no, no, no, no. They were not about to do that thing that couples did with drinks. They were not a couple. They just were NOT going to accidentally kiss.

"I ordered just one big glass of water because I just wanted water as well. No point in getting two glasses and making more work for the employees when we can just use one! Just, please make sure not to get your backwash in it. The germ thing is still pretty hard for me. " Calvin said, as if nothing was wrong.

"Alright then." Simon responded.

Calvin put the two straws in the glass and took a sip. As soon as he leaned back, Simon went in for a sip. They continued this dance until when Simon went for his 4th sip, Calvin broke the pattern and leaned in while Simon was still drinking. They were so close now. Closer than they'd ever been. Simon tried to quickly pull his head back but Calvin lightly placed his hand on Simons head. An indicator to just keep drinking. He did as he was instructed.

After drinking down the entire glass, only breaking away from the straw to swallow after a particularly large sip or to get more air. They left the cup on the table and left. 

"Hey, I know your apartment is small and makes you uncomfortable. Mines bigger, it has two bedrooms 1 bathroom and a kitchen. Would you like to come stay with me tonight? I also live closer to here and it's getting dark." Calvin said.

As awkward as the coffee shop was, this wasn't something Simon could pass up. His apartment did make him very uncomfortable.

"Sure." He said.

Calvin nodded and lead him to his apartment.

When they arrived, the apartment was bigger and didn't make Simon feel claustrophobic. 

"Your room is this way and the bathroom connects to it through the door on the left after you enter," Calvin explained. "You should probably get ready for bed, I'm going to shower really quick. You can still use the bathroom though, there's a wall in between the sinks and shower."

Simon nodded and followed him into the bathroom. Calvin pulled his shirt off before going into the little room that encloses the shower and toilet, separate from the sinks. If Simon could capture a moment in time and keep it forever, it would have to be that moment. The way his back flexed to show his picturesque muscles made the butterflies Simon had been feeling in his stomach since the shared water at the coffee shop flutter even more. As much as Simon denied one thing, he couldn't deny that Calvin was good looking.

Simon brushed his teeth and went into his room. He tried to get work done but images and thoughts of Calvin kept invading his mind, making it hard to focus. Finally, he gave up and shut his laptop. slipping into pajamas he found in the closet. He had to use the bathroom so he got up and knocked on the door to the little room where the shower and toilet was, yelling so Calvin could hear him over the running water. Calvin allowed him to enter. After Simon finished his business, he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and washed his hands. As Simon was drying his hands, Calvin opened the door and walked out. Hair still damp and messy, and only a towel only covering his lower half. Simon tried to look him up and down, but his eyes got caught on something. Something they should not have gotten caught on. Little would be an understatement for the tent poking at the towel. The tent placed at his lower half. As quickly as Simons eyes focused on it, they looked away. God, if only he could capture two moments in time. He felt his own tent starting to form. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Simon prayed he didn't see the rather obvious bulge in his thin pajamas. Calvin's eyes looked him up and down as well. Seemingly lingering on one part longer than any other. The same part Simons eyes had gotten caught on. Simon forced himself to look Calvin in the eyes. He swore the other mans eyes had turned slightly redder. In an instant, Calvin scooped him up over his shoulder, seemingly having disregarded germs entirely, and once in the vampires room, picked Simon off his shoulders, and dropped him on the bed. Calvin's body on top of his, pinning him down with his hands.

"Tell me to stop and I will." Calvin spoke breathily, with a slight but very obvious undertone of want.

Simon didn't know if he wanted him to stop anymore. He knew one thing though, he wanted this. Fully. Brain and heart. If he said stop even when he knew he didn't want that. He would keep denying and it would make it worse for both of them. So Simon simply nodded.

 

 

 

Chapter 3: Chapter 2 ..

Summary:

Simon and Calvin get a BIT freaked out.

chapter by 💿/charlie

Notes:

woah we have some hits!! this chapter they get a BIT freaky wow!! they get to second base (touchinh/kiss above waist and theyre both also rlly vocal) so if that makes you uncomfy then feel free to skip! - 💿

" Come on, come on, come on,

Cause I like what I like! "

 

Calv had been watching Simon sleep next to him for around 5 minutes now, obviously a bit creepy for anyone but Calvin's standards. It was late in the morning now, so he assumed it was best to wake the other man up, going to tap him— and it worked! He woke up instantly, albeit a bit disheveled and confused as to where he was.

 

!! " W.. where am I? Calv? " 

(( " You needed somewhere to stay the night? Don't you remember? Well, good morning .. "

 

Realization passed over Simon's face, and he immediately turned bright red with sheer embarrassment.

 

!! " Oh! S-sorry... aha.. I.. Good morning. "

 

Calvin smiled, nodding in a way of saying it was okay. He was really just hoping Simon wouldn't talk about last night.. not his proudest moment, but it was some form of confirmation he liked him like that. They hadn't done anything after that, Calvin got off of him, apologized profusely, and went to dunk his face in the sink 40 times over for he feared Simon may have coughed on him while he blinked. Thinking about the entire situation made him redden a bit though, and his entire body went slightly tingly just looking at the man across from him. The way he was looking made it seem like he wasn't in the mood for talking about it either, but Calvin could definitely spot him looking at his lips from time to time..

When they had spent a few minutes in complete silence, Simon stood up to leave, waving and grabbing for his clothes, but something in Calvin screamed out, don't leave! Please! —And it wound up being what he cried out a little bit too loud at Simon. He turned around, staring right at Calv and blushing a little bit more than he had before. 

 

!! " Huh? Are you okay? Do you need something? "

(( " Uhm.. S-sorry. Just. Please, don't leave.. not yet.. "

 

Calv mentally swore himself out for sounding just a little bit too worked up saying that, but it was the truth. He still felt all tingly and red and nice when he reached out for Simon, pulling him back onto the bed with the most pathetic look on his face.

 

(( " Please? "

 

Simon nodded, sitting down in front of Calvin so their knees touched— which sent shockwaves all throughout his legs and caused him to shiver a bit. He was so pretty, staring at him with big goregous brown eyes that reflected Calv's blue ones. The red had faded out a while ago, and it was thankfully really only visible in the dark. Calvin smiled like an idiot at Simon, blushing a bit at the proximity. It took everything in him not to jump at the man right then, only thoughts of all the diseases he could get holding him back. The group therapy had definitely been working in terms of becoming less of a germaphobe, so he could at least muster up the courage to keep Simon's hand in his own. And when he squeezed slightly tighter, either Calv was delusional or he had moved just a bit closer to Simon, his hands now on his shoulders, tugging at the pajama shirt he had let him borrow. Simon took the hint, pulling it off and allowing Calvin to spin him around and lay his head down on his stomach. 

 

(( " S-sorry. I'm just.. still tired. This isn't what I meant to make you do. "

 

An obvious lie. Simon smiled nervously down at him, putting his hand on the back of Calv's head and shakily gently stroking down his neck through his hair. He let out a soft whine, tensing up a bit. Completeley unintentional, but it was a justified action. His fingers trailed up Simon's bare torso, stopping at the top of his stomach and lingering for a moment before stopping there and tracing lines down his stomach.

 

(( " Mmmhh . . . "

 

Calvin groaned, moving up a bit so his head was perfectly on Simon's collarbones. He kissed around that general area, looking up at him practically begging him to let him keep going. Simon nodded to give him the okay, continuing to rub Calv's neck and leaning back. It was insane how much pleasure this was bringing him, and he was shocked at how Simon hadn't commented on all the noise he was making yet. He assumed that he was too busy wriggling around, not in an attempt to get out, but just from whatever was going on in his head. Calv slid his hands up to Simon's face, placing them so his thumbs were near the sides of his eyes. He didn't quite move his head all the way up and didn't have the energy to do so, so instead he just settled for kissing his jawline gently and playing with Simon's hair.

 

!! " Nnmmffhh... C-Calv.. "

 

Simon gasped for air, taking his hands off of Calv's head to try and stifle his own grunts and other noises, shaking. In an attempt to try and get him to be louder than he already was, partly for teasing and partly for his own pleasure, Calvin moved his own hands back down for the trillionth time this minute to rest them on the back of Simon’s neck. He began gently kissing back down his neck, lingering on the sides and around his collarbones. A part of him wanted to leave hickeys, but he knew better than to do so, and he really didn’t want to get sick by accidentally biting him  or anything. I mean, this counts as germ exposure therapy, doesn’t it..? Calvin thought, mistakenly grinding himself against Simon— although it did feel nice, he had to force himself to stop for fear of scaring off the other man. Eventually, they had gotten themselves into such a position that Calvin was sitting in Simon’s lap fully making out with him, both shirtless and sweaty and full of adrenaline. It took everything in Calv not to go any further than this, but at this point he was reduced to a shaking, groaning mess. Everything felt so heightened, so every time he leaned just a little bit more into the other vampire’s touch, it felt like shockwaves were being sent all throughout his body. One hand gripped the back of Simon’s head— holding onto his hair tight enough so he’d never leave him, and soft enough that it didn’t hurt him— while the other rested on the back of his neck for a bit of cushion against the headboard he was pressed up against. Simon’s hands were both on the back of Calv’s head still, shaking and loosening their grip as he was kissed up and down his chest. Calvin was really the one doing the kissing, while he sat there and shook and reached for the blonde’s chest or hair or face.

 

!! " D..Does that feel nice..? Hhgh— "

 

Simon ran his hands through Calvin’s hair, a motion similar to petting an animal, but not quite. Halfway through his sentence, he was cut off by the suprisingly amazing sensation of his shoulder being bitten. Calv nodded at him, taking his arms and wrapping them completely around Simon. His fingers delicately traced the muscles in his back, before he slowed down and rested his head on his chest. Calvin’s breathing slowed, calmer now.

 

(( " Hnnh.. I’m s-so tired.. I thought I’d have more endurance, aha.. "

 

He groaned out of discontent, messily trailing kisses around Simon’s chest for the billionth time in an attempt to calm himself down while he kept softly stroking his hair. It was difficult not to fall asleep right there, but he just had to give himself a moment before he could get back up..

 

---

 

The two of them continued this process for quite some time, never really actually doing it, but by the end of the encounter both of them were missing their shirts and their dignity. All hope of Calvin being seen as some sort of non-pathetic, serious person was lost to his own horniness. So as he stood in the shower washing whatever germs he may have sucked in from the outside world, he thought maybe, just maybe this wouldn't be the furthest he'd get with Simon.

Chapter 4: Chapter 3 ..

Notes:

🪩| Ell is writing this chapter!

**This chapter contains smut! yay** if you dont want that you might be able to skip to the next one idk cuz charlie is writing it
PLS LMK IF THERES ANY PLOT HOLES

ALSO lmk if u want me to format my chapters like charlie formats his (like with the !! and (( to indicate the character speaking)!

"Calvin stopped sobbing and went to cuddling him instead, spooning Simon. Simon turned towards Calvin's chest and leaned up and kissed him."

 

Chapter Two

 

Simon could already feel the wetness on his tip forming. Fuck. He needed Calvin. He needed Calvin now. He go up but not before pushing Simon against the headboard. The vampire ripped off his pants and underwear, exposing his member. Simon had never had sex before and definitely not with a man so when Calvin's at least 6.5 inch member was exposed, he had no idea how this could go. Thankfully, Calvin was seemingly prepared for this moment, a bottle of clear liquid sat nearby. Lube. Half empty. Simon didn't know much about sex but he knew lube came full; like most liquids stored in bottles. The nerves came over him again. He tried to get up but Calvin rushed over and pushed him down again. Following Simons eyes, Calvin seemingly read his mind.

"Don't worry about it being half full; I've never done this before either. I bought that bottle the day I first saw you."

Simon did the calculation in his head. The first time they'd ever seen each other was... one week ago.

"That.. That was only a week ago," Simon said.

Calvin only nodded.

It finally clicked in Simons head. This man had used half a bottle of lube, on himself, in a week.

It wasn't one of those small bottles either. It was at least the size of a standard plastic water bottle.

Simon chose to spare himself the thought process of trying to comprehend what he just put together, so instead he decided to ignore it and move on.

Simon looked at Calvin with a look of need. He needed Calvin. He needed his body pressed up against his. He needed the vampire to be inside him. Calvin grabbed the lube and a pair of latex gloves from off the nightstand. He carefully put on the gloves and put some lube onto them.

"I'm, uh, sorry about the gloves. I'm still a bit iffy about y'know.. germs. Not saying you're dirty, it's just, what I'm about to do always freaks me out a little. N-now, I know you've never done this before, so I need to prep you first. I'm going to put one finger in your hole then increase the amount until it's stretched enough for me put my member in. Is.. that, uh.. okay?"

Simon nodded swiftly. If you could even call it that, because as soon as his head went up and back down, Calvin's finger was already inside him. It was only one but somehow it felt so good.

Simon started grinding gently on the other mans finger. God, he needed this so bad. He didn't realize how sexually pent up he had been until he saw Calvin get out of the shower. Simon almost came right then and there, but he at least knew it wasn't good to cum so quickly, so he forced it down. As soon as he did, Calvin slipped another finger inside him. two fingers for Simon to grind down on now. He tried to force his orgasm down, and was able to, but not without clenching so hard around the vampires fingers that he let out a small yelp. Simon started apologizing and unclenched as best he could. Calvin took advantage of him unclenching to slip another finger in. A moan was caught in Simons chest and was working its way to his throat. Calvin pushed his fingers in deep and the moan slipped, well I guess screamed, out of Simons mouth. Calvin slowly took his fingers out, making sure Simon could feel every wrinkle in his fingers as they brushed Simons sensitive walls. Once his fingers were out. He made sure Simon was ready. When Simon assured him he was, he put some lube on his member and slowly slipped it in. His member felt so much better than the vampires fingers. Simon threw his head back at the feeling, not trying to hold back his moans anymore. Neither was Calvin. Calvin was practically screaming. Simon could feel himself getting close. This time he wouldn't be able to hold his cum down. He was about to cum. He could feel it and he didn't hold back. He threw his head back even further if that was even possible. Calvin thrust inside of Simon a few more times before letting himself go and releasing the warm, thick liquid inside of him. Calvin pulled out of him and lied next to him. Only for a second though. He jumped up after a quick break and went to grab a towel to help clean up. Calvin walked back into the room carrying a damp towel and wiped down Simons sweaty, bare body. Calvin then wiped himself down. He got up again to grab a change of clothes and water. Simon reached for the clothes but Calvin silently pushed his hands down. Instead, Calvin lifted Simon's back up and put his shirt on for him. He did the same but for his legs and the pajama pants. He finally handed the glass of water to Simon and he drank it down in one gulp. Calvin starting lightly sobbing and apologizing saying how sorry he was and didn't realize how thirsty he was. Simon reassured him and told him he was only thirsty a moment ago and not while they were doing it. Calvin stopped sobbing and went to cuddling him instead, spooning Simon. Simon turned towards Calvin's chest and leaned up and kissed him. Calvin kissed him back. Not in a hungry, lustful way, but more in a loving way. When they parted lips, Simon decided to stay facing Calvin's chest. Calvin had also slipped into pajama pants before they started cuddling so at least he had something on. Calvin's breath evened after a short time, and eventually, Simons did too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5: Chapter 4 ..

Summary:

Simon and Calvin go on a date! That's all I can say. I think.

Notes:

HI GUYS im happy we have at least a few hits and some kudos (thank you so so much btw!!)

Oh, the boy's a slag— the best you ever had!

 

Calvin awoke to Simon sprawled out across his chest. Two mornings in a row had he awoken to him at least somewhat near him, but this was the first time they awoke touching. He recalled the night before; and in doing so, it took everything in him to not take the man laying on him in the same manner again and again. Although he had enjoyed it, Calvin really, truly would've enjoyed it more if he wasn't the one.. well, giving for lack of a better word. He preferred being on top, but truthfully he would've liked if he didn't have to take so much control. Calv was lost in thought, and had completely zoned out thinking about how badly he'd like Simon to start their next "encounter." He hadn't noticed that Simon had woken up, starting at him while he stared off into space.

 

!! " Good morning ... You gonna make me food like you did yesterday..? "

(( " Huh? Oh. D-Dunno, do you live here now? "

!! " I guess... "

(( " Well, I suppose I will then. "

 

Simon slid his hands up to Calv's face, tracing his jawline. Calvin shuddered, holding back some sort of noise he was about to make. He slid his hands down the vampire's bare back, fondling his sides. Simon rolled off of him and stood up, moving over to lean on the wall and motion for Calv to follow him. When he did so, he gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before exiting the room to the kitchen. He grabbed some small leftovers of French toast, tossing them into the oddly large and semi-functional air fryer he had purchased off of E-Bay a while ago.

After everything had been turned on and started cooking, he traveled back to his room where Simon laid on his bed, under his blanket, using his phone charger. He really did just live here now, huh? It was fine. He would probably go back to get his clothes today, then come back to Calvin's apartment and they'd live happily ever after. Of course, there was still group therapy, but that didn't last long and it gave them a chance to take a break from constantly being all over each other. Not that it was bad, but he didn't want Simon to get tired of him— he loved having him constantly kiss and touch and love him. In all honesty, just the thought of it got him all worked up and feeling tingly, like he needed Simon's touch to live and breathe. But if they just stayed as two men who fucked constantly, they couldn't really have a relationship, could they? And Calv truly liked him like a boyfriend. He guessed Simon did too. So maybe a date or something like that was in order? Calvin leaned in the doorway, grinning like an idiot at the boy in his bed before sliding over and near-collapsing next to him. 

 

(( " Hheeeyy... Do.. you want to get drinks tonight? Like, uh, a date? "

!! " O-oh! I.. I'd love to.. we could pick up my stuff on our way back. At least the essentials. Since we live in the same apartment complex, it shouldn't be too difficult. R-right? "

(( " Yeah! So, it's set? We can find somewhere to go. If we just walk. Later, obviously, it's 9 in the morning. "

 

Simon grinned and nodded, putting down his phone and leaning back. He moved a little closer to Calvin, so their arms and legs were touching, just enough to make both of them heat up. Calv couldn't help but notice Simon hadn't put a shirt back on yet. There was something so.. attractive about his body. He was tan and skinny, but his chest was more defined than the rest of his torso for some odd reason. The blonde couldn't keep himself from staring— and he also couldn't stop himself from laying down on his chest, completely forgetting about the food he was supposed to be cooking. It hadn't beeped yet. Time felt like it had slowed down whenever he was with Simon, especially when they were this close. Simon ran his hands through Calv's hair, leaning his head back.

 

!! " You like that? "

(( " Nn... mhhmmm.... "

!! " U-Use your words. "

(( " Yyeahh... "

 

Calvin spoke in long, drawn out words, obviously still tired, but all hot and bothered as well. The way Simon spoke to him didn't help at all, sultry albeit a little bit nervous, and very alluring to him. The way his fingers twirled around his hair made him feel like a dog— Mm, but I wouldn't mind Simon treating me like one.. Fuck, what am I thinking? I need to stop, this is disgusting, what would Simon think..? Calvin thought, mentally cursing himself further, and taking his mind off of the obscene train of thoughts that came barrelling through his head. The air fryer started to beep, and Simon stepped out of bed, much to Calv's aversion. 

 

timeskip.... they ate their food and got stuff from simon's apartment and it's like 5:30pm now? 🤑

 

Both of the boys were fully dressed for the first time in 24 hours. Calv was wearing jeans and a black shirt with bleached designs into it, which definitely wasn't ideal for a first date, but he knew Simon well enough to wear something so casual.

They were sitting at the bar of some restaurant they had come by after getting coffee and marked down for later. Calvin took a sip of his drink, some sort of fruit margarita he had asked the bartender to surprise him with. 

 

(( " So.. ah.. How is group therapy working for you? P-personally it's working well for me, I've been able to try a lot more things. I still don't trust doing things regarding other people's limbs being in my mouth or something. Like putting your finger in my mouth as a joke. I'd throw up, I think. "

!! " It's working.. okay. I'm still a bit scared of talking to people. You're the exception, I think. "

(( " That's good.. I, uh, think I didn't realize how touch-starved I was until I was actually okay with people touching me, or even being kissed. As long as we're not swapping spit or something. "

 

Calvin blushed when he spoke of kissing, glancing at Simon's lips discreetly. 

 

!! " I guess I kinda get that. I've always been scared of touching people because I don't want to do something wrong. But now I'd kind of like to do it more often. I guess I have. "

 

Simon grinned awkwardly. 

 

!! " I mean. I-I'd like to touch you more often. Instead of you having to do all the work when we kiss or something. I hope you get that I'm just scared. "

(( " I do.. Can we shift the conversation? Not that I'm uncomfortable, I'm just scared someone will hear us, aha. "

 

Simon nodded, taking a long sip of his water. 

 

WIP IM GOING TO BED