"Aww, come on," Erik retorted gently, also rising from his seat and putting his arms around Tony's abdomen, resting his head on the boy's shoulder. "Don't have a hissy fit, now. I know you were worried about me; I won't bug you about it again."

Since Tony's expression did not change, Erik gently kissed his cheek and made to pull away and sit back down; Tony, however, chose to grab Erik's retreating hand and spun around, facing him with a slightly lustful expression. "You're adorable when you're apologizing, Erik," he said softly, smirking.

Smiling somewhat awkwardly back at him, Erik took a step closer, clasping his hands behind Tony's back, while Tony's arms rested upon his shoulders. "Yeah?" he said in the same tone, though this time their faces were inches apart, and they were staring at each other with such intensity that neither felt they could blink.

"...Yeah," Tony replied in almost a whisper, now that their noses were touching. Finally Tony blinked, and in that split second he and Erik closed the gap between their lips for the second time that day.

This time, neither boy seemed eager to pull away. Tony’s thin fingers ran lightly over Erik’s short hair as he parted his lips slightly, using the tip of his tongue to graze the other boy’s lips. Caught slightly off guard, the blonde didn’t react immediately; his mind started to understand what was happening, however, and he welcomed Tony’s tongue with his own. A smile stretched Tony’s mouth slightly, and after a few seconds he chose to deepen the kiss, putting his palm on the back of the other boy’s head and applying a light pressure.

Compared to this kiss, their first awkward lip-lock was nothing but a kiss given to their grandmothers when she chose to visit. Left to their own devices, the two boys made out on the couch for what seemed like only moments to them, but was thirty minutes in reality. When they finally did pull apart, Erik felt his face burn as his skin turned a light shade of pink, and Tony giggled like a little boy, amused by his embarrassment.

Erik’s own mouth twisted into a smile, and he laughed quietly to himself. “What?” Tony asked cutely, lifting his knees up to his chest on the couch and creating a small barrier between the two.

A shrug answered him. “I don’t know. That giggle was pretty adorable, that’s all,” Erik replied, smirking as he attempted to turn Tony so that he could get closer to him.

“Nope!” Tony replied playfully, grinning as he placed his feet on Erik’s chest, pushing him back a few inches. With a determined look, the blonde pushed back, until Tony was on his back with Erik above him, only touching his legs where they were back on Tony’s chest. “Okay… maybe…” he said after they both paused, slightly concerned at how easily Erik had overpowered him.

Still smirking, Erik lowered his upper half as far as he could, still six inches above Tony. “It’s gonna take more than that to keep me off of you, I hope you know,” he said in a slightly whispery voice, sending shivers down Tony’s spine at the sound of his seductive, hinting tone.

“Oh really? Then I’ll just have to try harder,” Tony replied in a slightly challenging but equally soft voice, setting his game face. With two shoves he had Erik off him, and was on his feet and attempting to run up the stairs when Erik grabbed his shoulders and nearly slammed him against the wall, pressing their faces together. Gasping, Tony had little time to react as Erik’s lips connected with his own again, and it took him a full ten seconds to respond properly.

Erik kept his hands on Tony’s shoulders for a while, but soon ran them down the boy’s skinny arms, grasping his wrists and pulling them up above his head, pinning them to the wall and further preventing any sort of escape for Tony. No complaints were made, however, and the kiss continued unbroken.

A slamming door jerked both boys away from each other, and Tony frantically looked around as a female voice called his name. “Tony? Tony? Where are you, dear?”

“Be right there, grandma!” he called in a shaky voice, turning Erik and forcing him up the stairs. “Go! In my room, sit on the bed or something!” he hissed, before moving swiftly towards the kitchen, where he knew his grandma would expect to speak to him. As he stepped into the kitchen, he saw her surveying the damage with a frown creasing her features.

“Did we lose anything important, Tony dear?” she asked softly, not in a hurt or even scolding voice. When he shook his head, she noticed his weary expression and approached him, wrapping herself around him in a tight hug. “Don’t fret, honey. We can get a new oven and fix up the cabinets tomorrow, alright? It’s fine,” she said reassuringly, rubbing his back.

A smile replaced his slightly fearful look, and Tony nodded, pulling away from his grandmother. “I know,” was all he could think to say, and before she could ask any more questions, he turned and began to walk towards the slender staircase. “I’ll be upstairs for a while,” he added, taking the steps two at a time, heart beating four times faster than it had been moments before.