[ylip] battle boy-crazy ➳ benitrylle

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My lips are like, rawed off but s'more's are really making all the difference here to be honest. I should have used more chapstick; if I'm being honest man, I really thought I would have done better. Don't get me wrong, I didn't do like, bad. Double digits! I met some cool people and we're out here making a bonfire before the next torture task comes out, but I really thought I'd come out the gate with a win. 

I mean, kissing is what I do?! 

What do you mean I only got 10 points, but this twink from five gets 21? No way, nooo way bro. If I box dye my hair pink maybe I'll get some higher scores too, I dunno maybe that's the secret. I wouldn't know, all I've got is my bottom placement, all my theories and the gooiest smore's I've ever made in my life. The contestants I'm hanging out with are all talking about what they're here for, and I'm like, uh, to make out with hot bitches, duh. 

Isn't that why we're all here? Once I heard Arcadia was on there wasn't a chance I was missing out, and I'm looking around and wondering what everybody's backstory is. It's a shame they aren't like, talking about this openly in front of me. But then I see Benito and I gotta get my game going again - he's out doing me, but that doesn't matter if I'm doing him, y'know? 

He wins the challenge, he saves me because he's ultimately too smitten not to, I leech off him until I win the $500,000. Boom! Easy money. I clear my throat before coming over to him by the back door, catching Benny by the flower bed, "'sup top. First time, yeah?" I joke with him like we do back home, and I got to remember this is just a game. 

A game where I make out with hot bitches and get money.

Win! 

"S'more?"

[gunner, d9 ₊⊹ 👹 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ.]

↳ BENITO BRIDGERTON

Kissing gets boring after what seems like half an hour of it.

And call him judgmental but not a single kiss from the bunch was, well, the kind of kisses that every romantic film showed ... the passionate-intensity-of-a-firework kind you know? Benito, for the whole night, hadn't felt even the tiniest of sparks.

He does remember the one he shared with Trylle, though.

It felt odd, both routine and new, and he doesn’t know if it’s like, feelings or the fact that because Trylle lacks most substance, he is scraping to fill it in for him. It’s horrendously cliché, the artist being intrigued by his muse, but Benito also knows he and Trylle are like oil and water, ends of a spectrum, nothing in common except their shared love for filmmaking.

And yet, and yet.

And yet the sight of Trylle’s lips smeared with s’mores does something to him that he averts his gaze, looking elsewhere, suddenly grateful for the warm glow of the bonfire as it colors over his blush. “It’s, uh, I wasn’t really expecting it.” He forces a smile. “You did good, too,” a shrug, “double digits.”

He shakes his head at the offer. “No. Too sweet.” That, and he secretly enjoys the sight of Trylle's lips slathered with it. “I hope you’re like, not feeling weird about me being here.” Cue the most awkward chuckle over. “Because we weren’t anything serious when we were, uh, together …

Right?”