Tonton scraps ✨✨

Prom: aha qwq idk what I'm doing

The night eventually came to an end, the students clearing out of the reception. Norton was off saying his goodbyes while Mike waited at their table, rocking on his heels. He smiled when his lover wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
“I’m coming back to yours, right?”
Mike nodded enthusiastically. Campbell had been invited to sleep over at Mike’s and he accepted almost immediately. The pair made their way out, Mike leading the other to a glistening white limousine. Norton sat near the back, running his fingers over the black, leather seats. He was awe-struck by the interior design, touching almost everything.
“Mike.” 
Morton blinked and looked back to Norton. Mike was seated near the window, explaining the night’s events to his driver. He raised a brow, a smile across his cheeks. The baseball player was holding a wine glass, inspecting the grooves and design.
“..Can I take these home with me?”
Mike erupted into laughter, waving a hand, “Oh nono, not those dirty old things! I’ll give you a new set when we get to my place.”
Norton furrowed his brow, looking from the glass to his lover,
“This is dirty to you!?”
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The young lovers stepped out of the vehicle, the doors slamming shut. Mike was already halfway up the stairs when-
“HoLY sHiT!”
He turned on his heel, snorting at Norton. Campbell was standing in the driveway, eyes wide and jaw hanging. Morton’s mansion stood tall, two to three stories at most. Mike jumped down and ran over to Norton, taking his hands and dragging him inside. The two wandered up the stairs and into one of the many bedrooms. A king sized bed lay in the center of the room, a large television mounted on the wall across from it. Norton closed the door when he entered, scanning the room with his mouth agape. Mike rose from his wardrobe, clothes hanging from his forearm.
“Clothes.” He clapped twice, “Off.”
Norton blinked, his eyes shifting to land on Mike. His cheeks slowly became redder, just staring at his partner.
“Wh.. What?”
Morton sighed and threw a pair of pyjama pants at Campbell, the other yelping as they hit him.
“Stop being poor and put those on.” Mike pouted exaggeratedly, turning around to change. Norton was a bit delayed but he eventually did the same, turning back hesitantly. He held his clothes to his bare chest, keeping his eyes low, expecting his boyfriend to be shirtless as well. Mike wasn’t.
“Is that- Is that my hoodie..?”
Morton was wearing one of Norton’s large hoodies that he’d stolen. He nodded, flapping the long sleeves like a child. He bounded over and kissed Norton’s cheek.
“Gimme your clothes, I’ll wash them for you.”
Campbell did so and sat on the bed, watching Mike leave the room. He hummed a soft tune, as he waited, flopping back onto the silk sheets. He smirked when he heard the nearing voice of his boyfriend.
“Hey, batter, batter! Hey batter, batter swing!!”
The door swung open and slammed shut, Mike running to the bed and jumping onto his lover. Norton grunted softly, the pair’s laughter echoing out into the hall. Campbell wrapped his arms around Mike and rolled them onto their sides, the small blond pressing kisses to his lover’s chest and collarbones. Norton pulled back to look down at him, smirking as he took the sheets and held them over Mike’s head. The male squeaked and wriggled, gently nipping at Campbell’s neck. Norton yelped and let go, the two giggling like little children. They both calmed to warm silence, lovingly gazing into each other’s eyes. Norton cupped his boyfriend’s cheeks and inhaled. He leaned in to take Mike’s lips within his own, their hearts hammering against their rib cages. Norton smiled as he pulled back, Morton’s cheeks burning with colour.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Norty!”