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Sharpie Soulmates: Part 2

Pairing: Kickthestickz Wordcount: 2.4k Rating: Light swearing

Plot: Chris visits PJ at University. Based on a prompt that whatever you write on your skin appears on your soulmate. Find the first part here

A/N: Request a fic here, gimme feedback, don’t forget to read the first one. This wasn’t suppose to turn into a thing, but at the rate it’s going I might end up writing a third

After their first meeting, PJ learns that Chris wants to be an actor. PJ tells him that he wants to make short films. They're a perfect team, the artist and his muse. While PJ was in London for an interview, Chris was in the cafe gearing himself up for an audition.

The meeting in London was a success. Despite the sweaty palms and hair secured over tattooed forehead, he'd spoken clearly, enunciated his ideas, described his plans. Which led to an increase in funding for a project of his choice. Or more than one if he budgets and uses his old friend cardboard.

On the other hand, the audition had not been a success. They'd exchanged phone numbers, so luckily Chris didn't have to write all their negative opinions on PJ's skin.

Along the lines of 'too tall, too nervous, not attractive enough'. PJ had written on his skin for that one, that Chris could not be any hotter, he was breaking the laws of physics as it was. He almost felt like Chris for the cheesiness of that. Around it he'd drawn a large swirling design with a cartoon PJ shooting heart eyes his way at the top.

Chris had replied with a 'thank you', and a 'the auditions will be so much easier now that he can't show his thigh to them'. PJ smirked, 'maybe that's where you were going wrong', and grinned harder at the 'can't be it, I have impressive thighs', because at least Chris was being positive about something.

One night, while writing a second draft of his latest short film script, the word 'Friday?' materialises on his hand. The crudely drawn dick from yesterdays Chris doodles is peeking out from underneath his shirt sleeve and the writing makes a nice addition to the body art.

While PJ still gets daily pick up lines, Chris sometimes graduates from University level cheese to Shakespearean quotes. Which are not always relevant, and usually baffling to read.

He mentally checks his schedule. Friday he has class in the morning and then nothing past midday.

Earlier that morning he'd drawn a skeleton design over Chris's hand so he avoids there, and writes a yes across his wrist in attempted calligraphy.

A short list of times promptly appears, trailing down his arm. PJ writes over the best one, and lets the excitement build. On Friday he'll see his soulmate for the second time.

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Morning classes suck. Especially when you've made plans as soon as the class ends. Normally PJ would consider himself an enthusiastic person when it came to work, considering it's creative and that's his whole personality. But the droning hours and early morning start made concentration unbearable.

So he reverted back to his hobby.

Doodling.

By the time lunch came he'd drawn a myriad of fantasy creatures on his arm, along with other things that he couldn't remember because he'd spaced out.

Daydreaming while drawing.

He escapes University and heads straight for the train station. With the time he's making, he makes it there with a couple minutes to spare. He's preoccupied with thoughts about getting actors for his next short, the amount of cardboard he'll need, and the fact that he has a whole weekend with Chris, so he doesn't register that the train is there until there are streams of people pouring out.

PJ bites his lip and taps his foot rhythmically until a floppy haired boy bounds out of the carriage wearing a soft grey coat.

"PEEJ!" He tackles PJ with a suffocating hug and squeezes until he starts protesting.

"What?! I missed you," And fuck if that doesn't cause a flurry of butterflies in his stomach. "Well, we have been talking constantly. So I guess I only missed your face."

"Thanks Chris. Glad to know you're here for the face," Pj says dryly, but he's in agreement with Chris. He'd forgotten how pretty the other boy is.

"Did you miss me, sugar tits?" Chris grins at PJ like he's come up with the cure for any and all diseases. PJ can't help the smile that appears right back at Chris's, overpowering his face until his whole being is radiating with joy, and a nervous excitement that thrums at his bones.

"How could I not?" PJ feels the smile shift so it's growing out the side of his mouth in a sardonic way, and Chris visibly reacts with shock. And pride.

The soulmate syndrome is weird.

"What have you got planned for us today," Chris asks, while shifting his bag around his shoulders and readjusting his coat so it rests on his shoulders.

"Film, pizza, bed?"

"Emphasis on the bed part," Chris nods, eyes narrowing with humour.

"Depends how well the pizza goes."

"You put out on the first date?" Chris assumes his natural position, arm slung around PJ's shoulder and mouth dangerously close to his skin. "I can't wait, planet boy."

PJ blushes at the nickname. Telling him about his channel was possibly a mistake. But then, Chris saw all his short films and animations in a way that felt like he was looking into his soul. And that was worth the teasing nickname. Plus, he'd started drawing wobbly planets and sporadic stars instead of just dicks.

In fact, at the time being, PJ only has a red inked Jupiter on his upper thigh.

Chris still manages to draw in the most obscure places.

"Peej?" PJ's heart warms at the nickname and the hesitance that taints it.

"Chris?"

"Did you find mine?”

PJ frowns, mind coming to a standstill. Chris is on YouTube? Did he tell him?

Chris reacts to the silence with a loud, "You don't know me? Me, the famous Crabstickz?" His arms open wide to the sky, the announcement of his username is in a Japanese game show host voice.

PJ laughs and shakes his head.

"Why would you want to be called crab sticks?”

"Why would you want to be called kick the PJ?"

"I have a foot fetish."

"A public foot fetish? Can anyone get involved, or just the fans? Is it some weird reverse Stockholm syndrome thing?" Chris makes himself laugh with the last question, and almost walks into a singular sparsely leafed tree. He dodges it narrowly and brushes PJ's arm.

"What about your fetish for seafood. Do you like watching them get made, or is it the watching men eat them that thrills you."

The corner of Chris's mouth turns down as he pretends to contemplate the choices.

"I'd have to say watching women eat them is the way to go. Women make good fish stick eaters."

PJ winces in disgust at his crudeness, and then the answer Chris gave hits him.

"So... You're bi?"

"You aren't?"

"I guess so," Not that he's kissed a boy before. Hadn't really thought about them as potential dating options, never really looked at one and wanted. Be that as it may, he's not going to tell everyone he's 'Chris-sexual', whatever the fuck that's suppose to mean.

"Wait. This means. You haven't been with a guy before, have you? Does that mean I get to pop your ass cherry?"

"You can fuck off if you think I'm bottoming first."

Chris giggles. His laugh is undefined, it's brimming with childish behaviour. Maybe that's where all the joy escaped to, because PJ is getting better at reading him and he's learning that the humour is a mechanism.

"You know about positions? You can't be that much of a virgin then."

"I've seen porn," Specifically to research how fucking Chris would work. And yeah, there's no way their first time is involving him getting it in the ass.

"Well fuck me sideways. You, PJ le kicky, has seen porn? That's a criminals commodity, you're a real rule breaker. I might have to report you to the police."

They're quickly approaching his building and it'll be a while before they can be alone again. There's introductions, re-introductions, talking, making dinner.

"Hey, since we're both youtubers we could become a power couple and take over the site!"

PJ rolls his eyes and pushes Chris's arm so he turns the corner and they're walking down the street to his halls. He palms the keys and takes the lead to unlock the front door.

"We're here!"

_____

Chris is sitting on the floor, legs crossed and fingers playing with a loose black thread on his jeans, when PJ exits the bathroom. His head flicks up when the door closes and he throws the pen next to him at PJ. It hits him square in the chest and falls to the floor.

"What have you done now?" PJ sighs.

"It's a game. You have to find the x to get your prize. You better start stripping." PJ looks down at him, face devoid of emotion. Chris's lopsided grin is focussing all it's attention on him.

"The pizza will get cold," He drops down onto his single bed and takes a slice, biting the perfect pointed end off. The taste of it is drowned out by the weight of Chris's back as he relaxes against his leg that's hanging off the bed.

After wolfing down half the plate full of food, Chris yanks his jumper off so he's left in a long white sleeved shirt and a grey t-shirt over that. At this angle PJ can stare at Chris without the other boy knowing, and he takes advantage of that.

What his eyes fixate on the most is his neck. He wants to kiss him there, feel his pulse under his tongue, bite softly. Make Chris a whimpering mess from playing with his neck alone.

"Thanks by the way."

"Huh?" PJ replies, snapping back into reality.

Chris pushes away from the bed to look at PJ. "Really?"

"What?"

"Well if you don't remember, I'm not gonna tell you."

Pizza forgotten, PJ looks at Chris with pure confusion. Chris smugly finishes his last slice.

"Tell me."

Chris shakes his head, "I can't. I'd have to show you."

"Show me then."

His hand goes to his white shirt sleeve and he pretends to sexily pull up the piece of clothing, and then stops.

"Nah."

"Chris!"

He pulls the sleeve back down and leans forward so he's on his knees. "Are you gonna eat that?" He asks, reaching for the food residing next to PJ.

PJ isn't finished with the conversation, so he grabs Chris's arm. It's as if he expected it, and he pulls away. PJ tackles him and pulls up the sleeve, pinning Chris down by straddling his waist. Chris is panting softly underneath him.

Drawings. What PJ would call ghosts, creatures, sea monsters. They cover Chris's pale skin. He hasn't seen his penmanship on Chris before. He didn't expect it to be so bold, so bright.

Once he's taken in the colourful drawings, he turns Chris's arm by pulling it up and over his head so it rests back against the floor.

Chris.

Chris with two love hearts, shaded with close lines of the same pen.

The real Chris, the one underneath him, laughs suddenly, and PJ shifts on top of him.

"I can't believe you don't remember doing that!"

"Shut up!" PJ scowls at the smirking boy.

With a twist of his smile, and a dark edge to his eye, Chris murmurs, "Make me."

PJ's eyes go to Chris's mouth.

He ignores the hesitation, the nerves, the caution.

Chris's lips are soft. They part under him with shock and PJ feels heady with the rush of dark heat and warmth. Tentatively he flicks his tongue into his mouth, caressing Chris's. He moans under him with soft mewling noises and his hand tugs on PJ's hair, but not to pull him away, to push him closer.

Chris tilts his head and the position changes, getting infinitely deeper. PJ didn't mean for it to go this far this quickly. Honestly he didn't have anything in mind when the kiss started.

But Chris is gripping his arm on the right side of too tight and PJ feels arousal growing and he's glad it happened like this.

"I underestimated you," Chris breathes when they part.

PJ licks his bottom lip to reclaim the taste of Chris, conscious of Chris's eyes tracking the movement.

Chris lurches forward to kiss PJ again, but his nose collides with PJ's and they're wincing. He collapses back on the floor, hands automatically covering his face.

"Chris?" PJ leans over him, hands in fists on either side of his face.

Underneath his hands, he shakes his head once, and then removes them. His whole face is scarlet with a beautiful blush.

"You dork."

"Hey! That's my line."

PJ smiles in fondness. The next thing Chris says makes the smile fall instantly.

"Take your shirt off."

"Excuse me?"

Chris realises what he said and laughs, "No, I mean. From earlier. Take it off, you'll see."

"If I recall correctly, from earlier, you have to go first."

Chris mutters "Semantics," Under his breath before stripping. Then he's lying on the floor, arms behind his head in a mock comfy reclining position, staring up at PJ.

Under all the layers of clothing Chris is still as pale and lanky as PJ anticipated. All bones and hot skin, smooth curves and a cocky smirk.

It's funny that he thought kissing Chris for the first time would be the hard part. Like a plaster. Rip it off, take the shirt off.

Still breathing, world still turning.

Chris is staring at his chest in awe. God, he's pretty. His hazel eyes tear themselves away from his chest to his face. Look.

In the peripheral haze he can only see red. Arches of red and curling waves. "Hang on," PJ stands and goes to the bathroom mirror.

Love hearts. Small ones framing a singular large heart, framing the skin over his real heart. And in it, drawn in the same way as the rest of his chest, is a five letter word.

"CHRIS!"

"Babe?" Chris appears in the doorway, arms crossed at his chest as he leans against the doorframe.

"What the fuck?"

"You already have my name tattooed across your soul. Why not make it clear on your heart?"

PJ turns back to his reflection. How does he always end up here?

Chris moves behind him, hands sliding around his waist and pulling him back against Chris's chest.

"We should make a video. Gay chicken."

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