sleepover fic (it sucks)

The living room was illuminated by the soft glow of the TV, a movie playing, long forgotten as two men sat in matching pajamas across from each other, magazines scattered across the floor.

“Truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“Show me who you texted last.”

“No, that’s no fun,” Acheron whined. “Let’s prankcall Cad instead.”

“We already did that twice.” Dominic held his hand out expectedly. Acheron simply glared at him for a moment, before he groaned.

“Fine,” Acheron said with a roll of his eyes, unlocking his phone and handing it to Dominic, who started scrolling while Acheron blushed in embarrassment.

“Wow, you really can’t spell.”

“Shut up.”

“Who’s Ikaros?”

Acheron blushed furiously at that, covering his cheeks. “Shut up.”

“Ache, do you like him?” Dominic teased.

“Fuck off.”

“You so do, there’s a heart behind his name and everything. Who is he?”

“He’s just some guy, okay? It’s nothing,” Acheron insisted, shifting on the couch. “We’ve just been hanging out.”

“Some guy calling you spectacular. That’s so adorable, Ache.”

“I’m not even sure he likes me back.”

“He’s texting you hearts.”  

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It so does.”

“You think so?” Acheron blushed and smiled.

“Ache, it so does. Where did you meet?”

"In an dark alley at midnight," Acheron said, blushing, twirling his hair.

"That's so fucking romantic. He's a keeper."

"I know right?" Acherons smile widened and he shifted on the couch.  “Now it’s your turn,” Acheron said, now hanging upside down from the couch. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Boring. You keep picking that.” Acheron lifted his head, pouting, looking at Dominic accusingly.

“Still truth.”

“Fine,” Acheron let his head fall back with an exasperated sigh. Then, he sat back up, a wide grin on his face. “Who do you have a crush on?”

“I’m not the one with a crush.”

Acheron’s grin widened. “Liar.”

“I don’t have a crush,” Dominic insisted, crossing his arms, flexing his muscles demurely.

“It’s Gwyn, isn’t it?”

“It’s not.”

“It so is.”

“Is not!” Dominic’s cheeks turned red.

“It so is! You like Gwyn! You think Gwyn is–”

Dominic threw a pillow at Acheron, shutting him up.