A/N
Enjoy... :3
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Aleks always liked wearing clothing that didn't quite fit him. He didn't know why, but the assurance that he had room and then some came to be involuntary; his clothing was almost always baggy, and hung on his lanky frame rather- heavenly and leisurely. Being snuggled in excess warmth that was given to him by the unnecessary lengths and layers of his clothes was partially- addictive; he enjoyed wallowing in heavy heat thoroughly.
And that's why he's wearing his crush's t-shirt.
The other's scent was serenity-developing, and the warmth he was receiving from the larger sized top was practically shoving inebriation in his face, as he walked around the Creature House; his destination not set as his mind wandered drastically. His gray skinny jeans were also loose on his slim legs, but he was more focused on the shirt he'd slipped on this morning; it was completely incidental- hell, he didn't even know how he got his hands on the glorious top. All he knew was that he didn't want to take it off, and, well- he didn't want the enticing James to see him wearing one of his shirts.
Aleks found himself humming softly as he strolled into the living room of the extravagant house; his dark ashy-amber orbs flicking his gaze to let his vision travel around the room to glance at the few YouTubers inhabiting the room with him. Fortunately, yet unfortunately at the same time, James wasn't among the other members of the organization at the moment; it was just Eddie, Jordan and Dan.
"'Eyy, Aleks!" Eddie greeted happily, getting Jordan and Dan to do the same once they looked up to acknowledge the Russian. Aleks nodded absentmindedly and took a randomly placed seat, his movements dreamy. Slowly fiddling with the lengthy edgings of the black shirt that was one size too big on him, the porcelain-skinned male was dragged away from the world again as he just stared passed his fingers, that were twisting in the soft fabric of the shirt his torso was draped with, at the hardwood floor; the rich brown and honey-coloured planks reflecting in his ocular devices.
Before he knew it, Aleks moved to stand up from the chair when voices of the same three YouTubers mentioned before flooded his ears- they must be recording. He kept quiet as he shuffled out of the room to swiftly step outside, and onto the patio. As he walked over to the edge of the half-walled backporch, Aleks breathed in the calm aroma that tickled his nostrils and melted mentally into the sounds of the nature behind the infamous house before suddenly jumping out of his skin, when he heard the sliding door located several feet behind him get pushed to the side rather harshly to allow another to step onto the darkened wood of the outside extension. Aleks' mouth straightened into a firm line as he pondered over who that could be.
"Oh- hey, Aleks." That one particular voice that made Aleks get happy-headaches most of the time sounded, with a slight hint of surprise lacing the words that echoed in the Russian's hearing devices. Footsteps almost immediately followed the luxurious voice; the small pitter-patters and creaks of wooden planks leading the person who previously spoke to stand next to Aleks. Looking out of the corner of his eye, Aleks rued yet cheered for who he saw silently.
With a heart that was gradually getting faster beat-wise, "Hi, James." Aleks murmured softly and tried to hide the fact that he was wearing one of the other's shirts by turning his body away from James, nominally and inconspicuously. "What's up?"
"Eh, nothing." James responded and noticeably considered going back inside- it appeared as if he was searching for something.
"Lose something?" The brunette questioned when he saw James look about through his peripheral vision.
"...m'eah." James mumbled barely coherently before turning to walk back to the sliding doors behind Aleks, before stopping abruptly before he reached the clear portals. James suddenly had a different facial expression; the previous one was coated in indifference, but the one he was sporting now appeared to be showing a statement that said, 'waitasecond...'
James' eyes narrowed, before his body turned once more to face an unaware Aleks; the Russian thought James had exited the house's outside extension already, so he surely wasn't expecting to hear a quick creak of a wooden plank behind him and then arms getting wrapped around his waist from behind. Aleks let out a short squeak when he was embraced sloppily; the other YouTuber's lips being uplifted with a sly smirk. Whatwasheplanning?
James hummed against Aleks' neck after he placed his lips to where his shoulders met his neck and couldn't help but let out a short-lived chuckle when he heard Aleks moan breathily because of the vibrations of his hums. "What's wrong, Aleks?" He questioned quietly and innocently before placing small pecks of kisses up Aleks' neck up to behind his ear where he earned a shiver when his breath tickled the shell of the Russian's ear. Aleks let out a dragged sigh through clenched teeth before leaning into James' chest; his head favouring the other's left shoulder as he somewhat struggled to form words with his barely responsive mouth.
"W- what..." Aleks whispered as James moved his arms to spin the scarcely coherent Russian around tp face him. The brunette mewled slightly and let his forehead rest on James' right shoulder as he pressed up nominally against the other YouTuber.
"Can you not speak?" James asked as if to torture Aleks into talking as he was unable to do just that. With swiftness, the asker slipped his rather chilly hands up Aleks' big shirt and stifled a laugh when he instantly felt the brunette shiver shakily and lean against his hands; the sensations of his very hot torso being touched by practically frigid hands was a little extreme for his nerves.
"N- not re... really..." Aleks choked out as a response whilst fidgeting against James' teasing hands that traveled up to his chest within the baggy shirt he wore. Upon hearing the answer to his question, the teasing and older male chuckled softly before suddenly slipping Aleks' shirt from off of his torso. The brunette, once realizing that the shirt he was wearing was torn off his body, squeaked with slight embarrassment before moving to cover his chest. James couldn't hold in his builded-up guffaw anymore and just let his laughter file out as he looked at Aleks' flustered face; the Russian's cheeks being draped with a darkened pink that contrasted marvellously with his porcelain skin. The brunette tried to look angry, but it didn't turn out well when his eyes were glazed and his facial expression was composed of a hint of lust. James backed up slightly whilst folding the shirt that was in his posession once again as his laughter died down a bit.
"You asshole, this is what I was looking for; I love this shirt." James murmured moodily as if he didn't just tease Aleks and make him want more pleasurable acts. James laughed again before turning and entering the house; his legs carrying him to the living room before going to his room.
"You fricker...!" Aleks spat with a red face and quickly attempted to cover up his torso even more but to barely any avail. The Russian quickly moved to go around the front of the house and bit his lip, aggravated. James left him hanging. He stole his shirt back. Damn, thatshirt wasace.
What will it take to keep it the next time he has it? He certainly was going to have it again- hell, anything to get more of that kind of attention out of James. That was intoxicating.
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