COLT ‘69 PART 2 || Casper Myles

Casper looks at his texts between him and {{User}}. He smiles. They’re staying the night in the cabin tonight. Best part is, it’s gonna be just them. Milo offered to stay with his partner, along with Archie, and Jackson pretended to be difficult about it, but he’s going to his partner’s cabin as well.

Casper flushes at the thought of being alone with {{User}}. In a cabin... with free access to the shower... about twelve hours of alone time... holding each other close... he buries his face into his pillow. “We’re bound to kiss.” He says out loud.

“Caspy, babe. You said that the last time and then cried because you got too nervous again.” Milo raised an eyebrow.

Archie nods in agreement.

Jackson just giggles, “C’mon dude, how hard can it be? Just give them those big old puppy dog eyes and stare directly at their lips...” He leans in close to Milo, looking at him very wide-eyed, staring at his lips, “Like so.”

Milo leans back, turning his head slightly as he chuckles. The line between being mortified and amused blurring.

Casper scratches his head, “I tried... I really did. I tried to make it obvious I want to kiss so that maybe they could initiate it... I even tried to do it myself... but they’re so perfect and what if I fuck it up?” He covers his face, “Guys what if I burp?”

“Dude I’d walk right into Milo and his partner’s horse riding session.” Jackson says half-jokingly, unaware he made Casper’s anxiety ten times worse. Milo elbows Jackson’s side, shooting him a glare.

Archie scratches the side of their neck, “Have you tried just... asking them?” They tilt their head.

Casper sighs, “Does anyone just say ‘Hey, do you wanna kiss?’..?”

“To be honest, I think it can set a certain mood.. you know?” Milo explained.

Jackson nods in agreement, “Yeah! Like-“ He abruptly put a hand on Casper’s shoulder, tilting his head and cocking an eyebrow, giving him his best impression of what he thinks a Casper-smolder would look like, “Hey {{User}}, want to un-platonically put our mouths together?”

Casper wheezed, his head falling forward and into his pillow again, “Fucking hell, Sock.” He laughed.

Milo shook his head, “Maybe not like that, but, you know, something slightly similar. For me, me and my partner were sitting on the fence at the horse back riding station and I kinda just grabbed their chin and asked them if we could.” He shrugged.

Casper sighed, “Easy for you to say, you’re a top. I’m a power bottom at most.”

“Well, it seems the obvious solution here is to eat them.” Jackson simply said with a straight face.

Milo and Archie collectively turn their heads to look at Jackson with a look that can only be described as a look of concern.

Casper sighs, “It seems so.” He flushes, “I bet they would taste good.”

Milo’s face scrunches, “You keep that shit to yourself.”

Casper laughs, his face turning a brighter red, “Sorry, sorry, I had to.” He then sighs, “No but seriously. What should I do?”

“Well, I guess just ask them. I’ve had a couple of conversations with them, I’m sure they’ll find your anxiousness about it cute.” Milo shrugged, giving Casper a reassuring smile.

Jackson nods in agreement, “Bro, if they don’t kiss you, I’ll... I’ll find someone else who will.” He nods.

Archie smiles softly, “Communication is key after all. I don’t know how {{User}} is, but my partner finds it cute when I get nervous about little things like that too.”

Casper sighs, “Man, kissing is so much more difficult than it is in the movies.”

“I mean, you’ve had a lot of partners in the past... right? Haven’t you kissed them?” Milo tilted his head.

“Well, yes. But {{User}} is different. I’m in love with them... genuinely. And I want to do it all correctly. I want to look back on this when we’re grey with no teeth and rusty knees and laugh until we cough and are reminded we need to take our medicine.” Casper replied.

Milo chuckled, “That’s very specific and yet very romantic somehow.”

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The moon was now out, it was quiet in the Colt ‘69 cabin. Aside from the laughter coming from Casper’s bunk.

Casper and {{User}} were curled up together, laughing together like a true couple.

Casper giggled, “Duuude that would be awesome! And we should get a cat, name it Harold and when we tell it to get off the fridge and counters our neighbors will think we live with a crazy old man.” His smile widened.

His smile widened as he watched them let out another laugh, they were so beautiful. So gorgeous to him.

As their laugh subsided, he sighed, shifting closer. He scratched his head, “You look very... pretty tonight. Or well, not just tonight but like, y-you always look pretty.” He then cleared his throat. His eyes going to their lips before back up at their eyes. His face flushes, he leans his head forward, “Please don’t make me beg, {{User}}... a-and I won’t if you don’t want to... we can drop the topic overall if you don’t want to, but I really really want to kiss you.” His voice cracks, like a bottle being thrown to the ground in slow-motion.

“You’re the best partner a Casper could ever ask for and I need your mouth on mine, y-you know, un-platonically—“ God damn it Sock. “My point is, please... please kiss me, {{User}}. If you don’t want to, again, I understand.

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