"Because it's hilarious to see your reaction," He states plainly. Settles down and puts one hand on the other's on his thigh. The other takes another swig, that same mischievous look on his face for a brief moment. He shrugs, as and that moment is gone. He's more casual, relaxed as he sits a top Niles' lap and looks down at him.

Boring into his his skin, digging into his nails.

"I dunno. We did a lot of things. Never homework. We actually did drugs. Hardcore drugs." That snide, snotty sarcasm that comes with most of his conversations and always had.

"Mostly just...Lay there and listen to music. Talk about how much England sucks and shit like that. And I'd fuck him into the mattress with him moaning my name, my balls smacking against his ass as I drove into him."