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Get out of your room for once, he said. It’ll just be a few friends hanging out, he said.

So why was the goddamn place so crowded and noisy?

“Puto…” Torres wasn’t very happy about his so-called friend Pavo misleading him like that. This was assuredly not the place he’d expected to be that night. Not only that, but he was sure most of the people present were only there for the booze and music. Then again, the music wasn’t even that great. Who even liked reggaeton?

Sitting on the sofa in complete lethargy, Torres looked like he’d just been dragged out of bed- and that wasn’t far from the truth. His unshaven, scraggly facial hair suited the uncombed curls of his hair, which were pulled back into a messy ponytail. Dark circles sullied the space around his eyes. A gaze that was normally intense and inquisitive lazily focused on a stain on the carpet.

Where was Pavo, anyway? Torres couldn’t even spot his stupid blue hair amidst the crowded room. Could he have really just ditched him? Honestly, he wouldn’t put that past Pavo.

Torres had no idea what to do. Social settings weren’t his expertise, and he doubted anyone wanted to listen to him talk about school- not that he even really wanted to talk. Usually, he’d let Pavo (who, again, wasn’t there) handle that part. Would it be a problem to just get up and leave?

Knowing the drama queen-slash-attention whore of a host, Gabriel, probably. Funny how someone with such lovely appellations would spend that entire night ignoring Torres.

His constant stewing was enough to distract him from the leg pressing against his, albeit briefly. Looking over, he noticed the leg seated beside him was thicker than his own. Given Torres’ overall bigness, that was pretty impressive. Then his eyes drifted to his sudden couchmate’s soft midsection, which jiggled a bit…

“Hey.”

Torres froze. Instead of looking to meet the source of the voice, he merely looked back at the carpet stain. It wasn’t the prettiest sight, but damn if he wasn’t more comfortable looking at that than acknowledging he was gawking at someone again.

“Yo.” Torres was prone to mumbling, especially to strangers. Hopefully he was coherent enough to hear above the clamoring crowd.

“Having fun?”

Torres felt the other leg move away from his. He supposed other people on the sofa must have gotten up, thus freeing up more room to spread out. With a brief glance to confirm it, he immediately looked away again.

“Meh.”

One could always count on Torres to be honest, if nothing else. He really wasn’t enjoying himself. Heck, why was he even talking to this joker instead of just leaving instead?

His couchmate chuckled. “That bad?”

“Fuck, Gabe ain’t said a thing to me all night.” Torres shook his head, meanwhile repositioning himself to gesture somewhat emphatically. His eyes moved closer to the person beside him- or at least further away from the carpet.

“And that’s a problem?”

That remark made Torres turn, at which point he snuck a better look at the one sitting beside him. He, a young man around Torres’ age, and definitely dressed up compared to other partygoers; he went so far as to wear a bowtie, though he paired it with an untucked yellow shirt and wine red Bermuda shorts. Torres found it cute, in a dorky kind of way.

The man smiled welcomingly as he noticed Torres’ cross-examination. Clearly, there was more than one person gathering details here.

Meanwhile, Torres beheld the man’s short, tightly curled hair, which had a slight fade at the edges. His round, freckled face and big silver eyes held great appeal.

Enough so that Torres found himself staring a little too long.

“Call me Rubin.”

Noticing what he’d done, Torres coughed and ran his fingers through his wavy tresses. Needless to say, his hazel eyes had long since broken contact with Rubin’s own.

“Torres…”

Rubin sprawled out his arms on the back of the sofa, nodding in recognition. “Torres.”

Torres stared again, admiring the taut fabric and straining buttons on Rubin’s belly in the process. Though shorter, Rubin was a big guy much like Torres. In fact, it was telling that the pair, when not forced to huddle together, basically took up the entire sofa on their own.

Again, the attention didn’t slip Rubin’s notice. In fact, he took a moment to tauntingly play with his shirt a little.

Torres blushed, though he was quick to blink rapidly and look elsewhere.

“You here with anyone?” Rubin finally rested his hand on his gut.

“Barely.” Crossing his arms, Torres sounded rather snide. “Pavo’s probably off getting laid and shit.”

“Pavo?” Rubin was mystified by that name. He’d heard stranger, but he had to wonder where it came from.

“Yeah. Been my friend since we were kids.” The story was, naturally, much more complicated than that. Still, that was a story for another day- and most certainly not one for a veritable stranger like Rubin. Torres could instead sum it up in other ways. “Qué pérdida…”

“Hmm.” Rubin idly patted his stomach. “Sucks.”

There was a bit of silence after that, long enough to leave both of them wondering. Was the conversation over like that? Truthfully, Rubin didn’t want it to end that way. This Torres guy seemed like he needed a friend.

“Hey.” Rubin patted the bare bit of cushion between him and Torres. “We should hang out sometime. What’s your number?”

Torres drew his hands closer to himself for a moment, uncertain how to respond. There was redness in his face again, his expression fairly blank. He was trying to comprehend why he’d be asked that. After all, he couldn’t remember the last time someone wanted his phone number.

“Here.” Noting the confusion, Rubin handed Torres his phone before holding out his own empty hand. “Yours?”

Though he slightly trembled, Torres returned the favor. He was one of Rubin’s phone contacts in no time.

“Call me sometime.” Rubin assumed the same wide, friendly smile as before.

“C-can I text instead?” Torres ran his fingers through his hair again.

“Sure.” With an affirmative nod, Rubin felt no problem with that. Maybe it’d even mean Torres would get back to him quicker.

Looking fairly pleased, Torres made sure the phones were returned to their rightful owners. Taking a look at his, he soon started typing on it.

With a placid grin, Rubin hoped for the best.

As that thought occupied his mind, Rubin’s phone buzzed.

Rubin’s smile grew even more as he saw what graced his screen.

ur cute : )

“Geez.” Rubin put his hand on his face, slowly swaying his head. He felt it was only proper to move closer to Torres, who had a rather devilish look on his face. With his leg pressing against Torres’ once more, the pair’s eyes met longingly. Rubin squeezed Torres’ knee affectionately.

Even though they sat beside each other, Rubin and Torres barely spoke a word for the rest of the night. On the other hand, texts between them flew left and right.

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Just some fluff I decided to write about how Rubin and Torres met. I posted it here rather than my MgH blog just because there’s some belly content in there if you squint. (And more people follow me here, so that’s good too!)

Hopefully I didn’t disappoint.

Curious for more about these two cuties? They’re from my story Minu ga Hana, which you can read here. The official Tumblr, where you can ask the cast anything, is here. Thanks for stopping by!

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Pinksalsa Commission November 2019

This is a commission for @pinksalsa​ of his OC’s Pavo and Torres. Hope you like it, thanks for your support!

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