potosi | or say we're only dreaming;

[ ~~sorry not sorry~~

Minho knows better than to think that Newt won't kill him at the end of the day. Minho also knows better than to think that Alby won't kill him at the end of the day, which he is slightly less terrified over because the dude would just snap his neck and be done with it. Newt? Newt has other ways of killing someone, and he's pretty sure some greenie freshmen have gone missing because they've pissed the guy off.

People are just afraid of Alby for some deranged reason that involves his biceps and pecs being as big as his head, which is pretty darn big. He's all bark and no bite, but thankfully he has yet to say this to his face, as he really would snap his neck.

The fact that he even agrees to doing a project Minho won't tell him about is probably not in his best interest. He doesn't exactly inspire much confidence, all things considered, when he just grins and waves it off. But he still waits patiently to be ushered in, and the moment that he is... well. Minho's "get making out" makes him stare, and he narrows his eyes slowly at him before turning his attention back to the stranger.

Yeah, he's going to kill him. But there's... not much complaint, and he reaches to adjust the wrists of his shirt as he tries to keep his eyes from roving. He's taller, by a head at least, but all English fair-- and further emphasized by the accent-- with wheat-colored hair, scrawny where he's not. ]

Thinks he's a comedian, doesn't he. [ Tone low and flat, he shoots Minho a look (and is ignored, surprise surprise) before looking back to his apparent partner. ]

Surprised he hasn't tried to book himself at the buggin' comedy club. [ newt's look is just as unimpressed as he mimes a throat cutting motion at minho, but it's obviously not that well meant, considering they've been friends since the first day they met on campus, but it's worth follow up.

aside from feeling a tiny bit hustled (seriously, did he agree to basically sell himself for some starbucks?), though, this isn't--well, okay. it's kind of fantastic. his gaze flicks down for a second before he angles his head a little, looking him over subtly. if he has to kiss a stranger, he seems to be an attractive one, and besides--with the commentary about minho, newt likes him already.

fishing one hand out of his pocket, he offers it to him in a loose shake. ] Name's Newt.

[ glancing back over his shoulder, he's met with the certainty of this happening, and something warm curls happily in his gut--his cheeks flush, out of embarrassment or nerves or excitement or all three. ] So do we just...?

Suit him just fine if he did. Could give up this photog route. [ Which he'd tried to explain to him one day, but Alby hadn't really cared considering it was an attempt to impress somebody and really, he's an idiot. He doesn't even bother looking back at him as the stranger-- Newt, interesting-- mock-threatens him, considering it's message enough to Minho's stupidity.

Angling his head in idle imitation that he doesn't realize, he regards him thoughtfully before extending his hand to take his. His eyes remain on him, assessing and scanning, taking in every detail from the almost pixie nose down to the slender hand that's enveloped in his own. The contrast between their skin is almost fascinating, and he wonders vaguely if their mutual friend behind the camera picked them for the aesthetic differences that run wild between them. ]

Albert. [ Waiting in the event that he gets the stereotypical "you don't look like an Albert" or stupid Fat Albert jokes, his eyes are immediately drawn to the flush that spreads across his cheeks. It's just as fascinating as the contrast between them-- and is probably included in the contrast, actually-- but it's. It's good. For as frustrating as being kept in the dark was, he has zero complaints if this is who he's been paired with.

A shrug twitches his broad shoulders, and his hand drops from the shake to briefly brush his fingertips against his hip. ] S'pose so.

Nice to meetcha, Albert. [ the name tastes a little odd on his tongue, and he tilts his head a bit, eyes squinting. ] Alby.

[ that sounds better. he waits for the weird look but shrugs his shoulders even when it doesn't come. ] Bloody well get familiar, I guess.

[ newt doesn't joke with him, because the name kind of fits him, particularly with the nickname now attached, and he likes it. he's attractive and kind of funny, a friend of minho's in the same way (it seems) newt is, and well, he's definitely not regretting basically selling himself for starbucks. ]

Right. [ licking his lips unconsciously, his gaze doesn't even flicker as he looks over alby; he leans over to close the space between them, and for a second, kind of marvels at how nervous he feels, like he's got shucking butterflies. it's just a kiss, just a project, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it. ]

[ His eyebrows twitch a little at the sudden nickname, and if it were from anyone else-- even Minho, who seems to just know everybody around the school and then some, and has for varying periods of time-- he'd probably protest. But for some reason, yeah. He kind of likes it coming out of Newt's mouth. So, Alby just... accepts it, which he'll get shit for later. ]

Pretty sure that's the whole point of all this. [ But there's no bite, and more amusement than anything, and he watches as he leans over him a little more. For years he's been aware that he's just under average height, when he'd once been the tallest kid in his neighborhood. But there still aren't any complaints, especially now.

So maybe he won't kill Minho later.

A brief moment of hesitance, nerves jittering just under his skin, gives him pause before he brings his hands up and slides his fingertips along the line of his jaw. ] Be easier if-- [ Well, actions speak louder. Framing his face, he tips up and forward the rest of the way, straightening to make it easier for him as their lips meet. ]

[ easier is right. alby's hands are big and he can basically feel him cupping his entire face, callouses and all--for all of their differences, the size is by far the most striking. newt's a tall guy, always has been, but he's very much knowledgeable of the fact that he's also kind of scrawny. compared to albert--alby--he's practically a waif.

but there's not a lot of time to think about that.

the contrast of his hands and the softness of his mouth makes newt's eyes flutter a little, and he shuts them when they make contact; there's a surge of warmth in his chest and his hands come down to rest on alby's hips instead, small fingers spreading across the bone as he leans into the kiss, soft and faint at first.

at first, anyway. there's another press, and then another, and then newt is shifting a little forward into his hands, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. ]

[ While Alby has met a whole slew of people taller than him, there's just something... good about this. His hands settle in a perfect fit, and he thumbs a little at the soft skin of his cheek with the light press of lips. It's all simple but pleasant and warm, Newt's mouth soft and his slender fingers seeping faint heat against his hips where they've settled.

Everything is just good, and keeps him from thinking too hard about the fact that he's... kissing a stranger.

Mouth soft and almost sweet, one hand slips down to frame the side of his neck as he leans into the kiss a little more, meets him as he shifts into his hands. And just like that, it feels like the kiss is a little more than something small the way it'd started. ]

[ it's easy to forget that minho's even there, with the way that he can sort of lose himself in the kiss--newt can't even proper remember the last time he actually kissed someone, let alone enjoyed the hell out of it. he's not been one to chase romance for a long time, considering (he's a whole slew of issues and the therapist he'd been seeing on campus for a little while had told him he needed to focus on himself) but this? this didn't have to be chased.

this was like a voice in his head just said, "oh, there you are. i've been looking for you forever."

so he basically melts into the kiss, slouching down a little more to wrap both of his arms around his waist instead, and kiss him back long and sweet and slow, soft presses of mouths that end with his lips parting just a little. ]

[ The last time that Alby had even kissed someone, it had felt off. Maybe because it wasn't this, wasn't whatever... spark or connection that's right there, that happened the moment that they met eyes. He's never really been much for pursuing relationships, even when others were the ones doing the pursuing-- he had no time for that, no interest, no real need for it.

Maybe that'll change. He doesn't know. (Kind of hopes it will; it's not everyday you get this kind of feeling, he thinks.)

As he feels Newt's lips part, he mirrors him, opening to the kiss a little more while his fingers curl around the back of his neck. If he pulls him forward a bit, presses him closer, well. ]

[ the noise he makes against his mouth at being pulled closer sounds like a shout to newt's own ears, but it's more of a whisper--the room is dead silent except for the soft, wet sounds of a kiss, and it's so, so easy for someone to get lost in it. his hands spread a little wider to his waist, fingers just clutching into the fabric of his shirt.

a part of him is curious, as he wonders who this guy is, how he knows minho, and most importantly, why they haven't met before. he's got a feeling he's gonna like the guy, kissing skills aside.

when he does finally pull away, it's slowly, barely a centimeter off as brown eyes flutter open and flicker down to glance at the mouth next to his, and then, a tiny, sheepish smile breaks out over his face, cheeks taking on a brilliant red flush as he mutters. ] Bloody hell.

Edited (dang it iPad ) 2014-04-09 00:52 (UTC)

[ Something in him is delighted by the sound that leaves his kissing partner, and Alby has to laugh at the fact that he would actually admit to that particular phrasing. Very little visibly phases him, beyond what is typically considered a permanent scowl on his face that lightens or hardens depending on what's happening.

But here, everything about him relaxes, and a soft hum leaves him in response, fingers curling the slightest bit in blond hair before relaxing. His mind is mostly focused on this,but it does venture about whether he's going to wind up seeing him around more often after this.

He'd like that.

The darkness of his skin tends to keep blushes from being too vibrant when they happen, but he can still feel the warmth of his own skin as he lets out a low chuckle in response to the muttering. Dimly, he realizes, Minho has either gone mute or has disappeared. It doesn't really matter, considering his full focus is on Newt, in the small space between them. ] Sounds about right.

[ minho is being silent, and that small realization is frankly terrifying for a couple seconds, but at the moment, he couldn't really be arsed to care. maybe his ta found him or something, he doesn't know.

he's a little distracted, focusing on the warm body in front of him, until he brushes his thumbs over his hipbones, almost out of instinct. newt's going to stand by the fact that he thinks minho probably came up with this project as an attempt to kiss the ta (he would not even be shocked--from what he knows of the ta, or maybe how he's looked at him in the hallway, he'd probably fall right for it), it was still...kind of nice.

he sits there for a second, still smiling at him kind of stupidly before he clears his throat. ] That, uh. 's great.

[ we should do it again. ]

[ Later on, Minho will probably tell them you're welcome. It just feels like something that he'd do, after the apparent chemistry that's evident between them. Not that Alby can even deny it, because it's just-- it's there.

There's heat, in Newt's touch, small as it is. All of this is maybe more than a little addicting, and he's... Well, he can't help but be charmed a little by the smile on his face, the flush that's spread across his cheeks and ears and everywhere, like he's blushing with the full force of his body.

Considering him for a long couple of seconds, he decides what the hell and leans in to kiss him again. It's brief in comparison to their first one, but he puts what he can into it-- he's on board with maybe more of this, and it's not for Minho's project. ]

[ it's quiet for those first few seconds, and newt's heart sinks just a little, but then--then he's very pleasantly surprised. considering the lack of wolfwhistles he's going to assume minho is just gone, and that is just fine with him, considering.

after the first kiss, he chases it, steals a second quick one and then pulls back, giving him this crooked smile, squinting an eye. ] Y'wanna escape outta here before he gets back? Might ask for a second take.

[ there's just a little bit of mischief in his dark eyes as his hands finally do skate off of his hips, shifting away just a little bit. ] 's a pretty good diner down the street.

[ The fact that there isn't any wolfwhistling tells him that Minho has, in fact, disappeared. Whether or not he's still recording is the real question, but he can't really be assed to look. Not when he's far more interested in the way that Newt ducks in after him for another kiss.

He could kind of get used to that, actually. Reaching his hand up, he shushes him calmly, shaking his head a little. ] Don't jinx it. Knowing him, he'd ask for more than one just to drag it out.

[ But he doesn't sound as if that would be a particular hardship, and draws both of his hands back so that there's space between them again. Not by a lot, but enough that they can start moving. His responding smile is slow and easy, small as it is, and he inclines his head. ] Let's go.

or say we're only dreaming;

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