"Food would be good" he purred back, grinning at Jera. "Do you want to stay here or is there somewhere close we can go?" he asked. Unable to help himself, he shuffled closer and wrapped and arm around the smaller boy, pulling him to his chest.

"We should prolly go out for something, I'm too lazy to cook." He laughed quietly. "Besides there's a diner just across the street that make the best french toast I've ever had." He almost started to drool as he though about the food, not even noticing as Tristan tugged him closer.

Tristan giggled and finally gave into the urge to kiss Jera, moving across the small space that separated them to press their lips together. He pulled away after a few seconds, just smiling happily.

Jera gasped softly, but quickly started to kiss him back, looping his arms around the other's neck. "Mou.." He pouted as the other pulled away,he had really liked kissing him and well...

Tristan laughed and quickly leaned in to continue the kiss. His hand slid down Jera's side to rest on his hip as he shifted even closer, gently pressing the other boy into the mattress.

Jera purred happily, eagerly slipping his tongue into the other's mouth. He clung tighter to him, shifting against him.

Tristan groaned softly, his tongue teasing against Jera's for a moment before he pulled back a bit, nipping lightly at his lips as he caught his breath. He purred wordlessly and slid down a bit to nibble at Jera's neck.

Jera moaned softly, shifting against him again. "Mmmh trist..." He mumbled softly, digging his fingers into the other's back.

Tristan bit down gently as he moved closer, pressing Jera deeper into the bed. "Jera..." he mumbled and licked at the already fading mark his teeth had left.

"Hmm?" He mumbled quietly, his eyes flickering open lightly. He was very aware of their positions, but he couldn't care less.

"Off..." he pouted, tugging gently at the hem of Jera's shirt. He propped himself up on his free arm and tried to pull the shirt even higher.

Jera blushed softly, but shifted to make it easier for the other to take his shirt off. "Triiistan.." He pouted cutely back.

"Yes hun?" Tristan asked as he quickly pulled Jera's shirt all the way up and off the smaller boy. He dropped it off the bed and took a second to just look, grinning in approval.

"Dun't look at my tattoos.." He whined cutely, trying to cover them. He blushed, he hated them, having done them himself, he thought they sucked.