There comes a point in every argument when you just start going around in circles. Aaron feels like they reached that point so he’s not sure what else he can say - although this doesn’t mean that he’ll stop fighting. “Whatever…” he mutters for lack of better words. “You know I’m right.” Which is really stretching it because he’s finally starting to realize that maybe neither of them are “right” in this matter.
He let’s out a scream when Tristan walks away and his hands shoot up and grasp his hair in frustration. He practically sprints to the kitchen and grabs the phone before Tristan has a chance to get his hands on it. The phone is hurled into the far end of the kitchen where it quickly shatters to pieces. Aaron grabs onto Tristan’s arm and spins him around to face him. He reaches around and digs into the back pocket of Tristan’s jeans. The pants are sinfully tight, so it takes quite the effort to get it in.
He can feel the napkin but he doesn’t get the opportunity to pull it out as he’s suddenly overwhelm with other emotions. His other hand sneaks around Tristan and grabs his ass as he brings their bodies closer. Aaron presses a hard kiss against Tristan’s lips as be backs them up into the refrigerator.
“Jesus, Aaron, you —” Tristan doesn’t have the opportunity to say anything else before Aaron catches him by the arm and kisses him, and he knows he shouldn’t want it and he knows he shouldn’t respond the way he does — they’re not done, he’s not done being pissed off, and Aaron just broke their damn phone but no matter how angry he is with Aaron he still loves him and, okay, loves this, Aaron’s hands on him as he kisses Tristan hard.
But Tristan argues as much as he kisses back, tangling his fingers roughly through Aaron’s hair and biting at his bottom lip as he arches against his boyfriend. He lets Aaron pin him this time and moans low in his throat, the noise a little obscene in the comparative silence of the rest of their apartment.
“Doesn’t look like —” He doesn’t want to stop kissing Aaron long enough to make a smart remark and he quickly presses their lips together again, desperately licking his way into Aaron’s mouth. “What happened to throwing that number away?” Tristan pulls Aaron’s head back, sucking up a stark red mark against his skin before pressing his lips to Aaron’s ear. “I think you need to try a little harder.”