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aftermidnightmuses · 2 years ago
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i love you characters with anger issues, i love you little pieces of shit characters, i love you insecure characters, i love you passively aggressive characters, i love you aggressively passive characters, i love you sad characters, i love you self centered characters, i love you mindless characters, i love you self pitying i love you FLAWED CHARACTERS, SO CALLED 'BAD' CHARACTERS
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aftermidnightmuses · 2 years ago
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niieve​:
these past few months had been rough to say the least, one disaster after another, all culminating in him waking up in a hospital bed, alone. as painful as the broken bones and bruises covering his body were, however, nothing could compare to the ache in his chest when he heard the voicemail patrick had left behind for him. he was gone. patrick… the one bright light in all of this mess… was gone. 
things hadn’t been perfect between them, far from it, and he knew he had equal - if not more, really - blame in that, but for him to just disappear? out of his life, maybe forever? that he hadn’t been expecting. even if… maybe he deserved it. there was no excuse for how he’d been treating patrick lately, regardless of what he’d been going through, and - before he’d wound up with his face in the pavement - he’d been on his way to make amends for just that. but, perhaps… maybe that was a sign from the universe, stopping him from hurting patrick any more than he already had. maybe he should just let him be. let him find peace, with a boyfriend that could treat him the way he deserved. and, well, for the meantime… that was his only choice. a blocked phone number and zero idea of the other’s current location left him with nothing to do but wait, for that one, fateful day patrick had mentioned in the message, where they could reunite and things would be perfect. was the fantasy an unrealistic one? maybe. but it was all he had left. 
– or, it was, until one afternoon, in the middle of studying for an upcoming biology exam, he received a phone call from an unknown number. typically, he probably would have just ignored it, but something in his gut - along with, well, a needed break from the boredom that was his homework - told him to answer. the voice on the other line? mencía. their conversation had been far more brief than he would have liked, considering the number of questions he had for her, but fortunately, the most important one was answered; the blanco family’s location. 
week after week had gone by since he’d seen patrick, heard his voice, felt his lips on his skin… all of it, and he wasn’t about to let another second go by without seeing him. he was on the next flight out, carefully following the directions mencía had given him to get to the club, and before he knew it… there he was. reclining back on the couch, handsome as ever. it wasn’t until iván was standing before him, hobbling on his crutches, that the realization that this might not be the best idea hit him. what if patrick didn’t want to see him? what if he’d moved on, and him being here was only fucking things up for him again? the last few hours had been spent trying to think of the perfect words to say, but what if patrick didn’t even want to hear them? 
still… selfish or not, he hadn’t come all this way to not even give things a shot. he finally had the chance he’d been waiting for, when he ran out to find patrick all that time ago, and he wasn’t going to leave without at least giving the apology that his best friend deserved – that the man he loved deserved. 
��…hey.” iván’s voice was soft as he finally worked up the nerve to approach patrick, seating himself down in the chair across from him. all this time, all the words planned out… all of them disappearing the second he was face-to-face with him. nothing seemed good enough anymore. “if you want me to just fuck off, or… whatever, you can tell me that. i’ll shuffle on outta here as fast as these things will move me.” he tapped the crutches leaning beside his chair then, giving patrick a small, tentative smile. “but… you said that, one day, you wanted us to meet again. just figured i’d… i dunno, check and see if today is that day.” 
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In the time they had spent apart, Patrick hadn’t been able to get Iván out of his mind, and frankly he didn’t want to. The memories were wrought with challenges and harsh realities, but the good parts were so good that it was all worth it. Because deep down, he knew he’d found what he’d been looking for when he found Iván. Ander and Omar were great in their own way, but as the man’s eye-opener to a new world he’d been nothing more than the second of many pegs on Ander’s belt and Omar only had eyes for Ander. Patrick was just a distraction with him. Every time he turned around, someone was leaving. But he’d always found a way back to Iván. 
Sure, it was hard sometimes when he thought about the last things Iván had said to him. Patrick didn’t know that Ari had been proactive and sneakily blocked Iván’s number. He’d called the hospital every day for updates until he was told that the other man had finally recovered enough to leave. His heart felt light knowing that his love was alive, even with the weight on his shoulders from the loss of him and the emptiness he felt now that he’d had what he wanted and lost it. Iván really loved him the way that Patrick loved him. They were intense and sometimes toxic, but they were young and trying to work through their own issues. When he thought back in moments like this, and he always thought back when he sat idle, it was the good that stick out. He’d promised the void that his inner voice spoke to that he’d change, he’d be better, he’d learn how, he’d make up for everything he’d ever done wrong. 
Tonight seemed like every other night since he’d left his love in a hospital bed, but among the things that he didn’t know were the comings and goings of his other sister. While Ari held steadfast to their plan and made moves to keep them away from everything to do with Las Encinas, Mencia was wrecked by guilt and made moves to make up for what she felt she’d caused Patrick to lose. When the voice hit his hears, he knew immediately who it belonged to, even in a crowded club. His eyes opened after that simple hey and the expression on his face said that he was as surprised as a person could be. So surprised that he couldn’t manage to interrupt Iván to save time by immediately telling him how he felt. Or kissing him. Taking in the sight of those crutches and the bruises still left healing from whatever shithead had hit him with their car and the run off without calling for help kept Patrick too shocked to move. All he could do was take in the way the other man looked and the sound of his voice. Until that voice was gone and he realized the conversation was waiting on him. 
So he stood up and maneuvered himself so that he was able to take Iván by the face and press their foreheads together, his head dizzy with how hard the elation hit him when their skin touched. “You’re really here. How?” This was real. “Are you okay?” Was it possible? Could they start over? “It’s possible.” He answered his own question out loud, and Iván’s too. but this wasn’t close enough, he had to pull the other man into a hug, cradling him close. From here, he could smell his cologne and shampoo. Again, it hit him that this was real and he felt emotion well up inside of him. “I thought I had lost you. Forever. I missed you, my love. I love you. I’ll always be here for you, whenever you want me. I’ve been looking for you for a long time, I don’t plan on letting you go.”
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aftermidnightmuses · 2 years ago
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It felt like a full lifetime since he’d left Iván at the hospital. Honestly, Patrick didn’t really believe Ari when she told him that he had to get as far away from Iván if he wanted to make up for all of the bad that had happened so that he could hope to get back together. He definitely didn’t trust his father, who he firmly believed should still be in jail. The man had tried to have him bury one of his own best friends, after all. But here he was anyway, traveling the world with his family, waiting for them to choose a new place to stay, and feeling utterly and totally alone. He’d been through hell since they’d transferred to Las Encinas, and some might argue that his hell had begun long before then. So while his sisters had brought him to a club to try to raise his spirits, he remained still in a corner, hearing and seeing nothing but a variety of memories flying across the backs of his eyelids. 
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aftermidnightmuses · 2 years ago
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Everett chuckled, because even when their sex was good, he was usually the one starting it, because sometimes Kurt was too shy, or at least he was at first. They were grown ups now and he loved hearing Kurt ‘talk dirty’ at him.
He kissed him one more time, his mouth latching onto his lover’s long neck as they made it to the bed, where he placed Kurt and crawled on top of him. “Why are you so handsome, my love?” he asked and started kissing the skin he could find.
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The reward for his bravery and boldness was more than enough, Kurt was grinning and pleased when Everett picked him up and carried him towards the bedroom. His head tipped back to make kissing his neck easier, and let out a content sigh when he felt his back hit the bed. The rhetorical question made him laugh a little, and those kisses encouraged him to start stripping off his layers so that there was more skin exposed to kiss. 
“Clearly, I’m a sex kitten,” he teased, his nose wrinkling a little bit at the cheesy sound of it, but it was funny and that was just as good as sexy with them. “You’re so sweet, I don’t know what to do with you, Rhett.” 
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Everett chuckled, because even when their sex was good, he was usually the one starting it, because sometimes Kurt was too shy, or at least he was at first. They were grown ups now and he loved hearing Kurt 'talk dirty' at him.
He kissed him one more time, his mouth latching onto his lover's long neck as they made it to the bed, where he placed Kurt and crawled on top of him. "Why are you so handsome, my love?" he asked and started kissing the skin he could find.
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Everett was checking up all the paperwork the real state agent had left them while Polo checked out the house, or at least he thought that was the younger male was doing “I know she’s not coming back, just let me finish this” he smiled and signed the last paper because Polo’s mothers had named him some sort of ‘tutor’ for the male.
Everett looked up and sighed, he knew what they were doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself, he was in love cared a lot for Polo and their sex was always mind blowing. He walked towards the taller male and brought his face closer, their lips inching from each other “You can eat me anytime, lover” he whispered.
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That was all it took for Polo to lean in and finally steal a kiss. Everything was intense with him, he couldn’t help but be eager and dive right in. It felt like it had taken forever for the real estate agent to leave and for Everett to finish with the paperwork. Their liplock reflected that need, that waiting. When the kiss ended, he leaned in to whisper, “Now you can move in.”
He let that sit, his breathing already heavy from the intensity of the kiss. “With me.” He added, in case it wasn’t obvious. “Move in with me.” Then his lips came down to kiss and bite the other man’s neck, his hands traveling further down Everett’s body.
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Everett was checking up all the paperwork the real state agent had left them while Polo checked out the house, or at least he thought that was the younger male was doing "I know she's not coming back, just let me finish this" he smiled and signed the last paper because Polo's mothers had named him some sort of 'tutor' for the male.
Everett looked up and sighed, he knew what they were doing was wrong, but he couldn't help himself, he was in love cared a lot for Polo and their sex was always mind blowing. He walked towards the taller male and brought his face closer, their lips inching from each other "You can eat me anytime, lover" he whispered.
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aftermidnightmuses · 2 years ago
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Coming back for the Warbler reunion had been a no-brainer for Sebastian, and he assumed it was the same for everyone else. Dalton was already a close-knit group because it was a private school, which meant that many people there grew up together. The Warblers were even closer than that. They were the kind of friendships that lasted, he was still in contact with all of them. Still, everyone would know that the bigger reason he came back was for Blaine. He had to know, he had to see the other man. 
And it had gone well. When he’d shown up late because of nerves and a last minute decision to pick up a few more things on his way to find his room reservation was gone, before he could think anything of it, a positive came out of it. Getting to stay with Blaine was going to be even better, regardless of the situation details. When they’d stayed up so late together, just talking and having fun, Sebastian felt like a school boy again. He could remember getting to Dalton and hearing about Blaine so much in his research to the top that he had to look him up. He could remember how impressed he was with the impression he left on people and his talent on the stage. This man was an enigma, he was as charismatic as Sebastian himself but without the backstabbing, manipulation, and using sex as a weapon. He could remember Blaine being the beam of light that broke through his darkness and allowed him to become the person that would apologize for what he’d done and try to become a better person. Blaine was his first hero, and his first real crush, but he was more than that too.
So when things fell right back into place for them and they spent the day clinging on each other in front of the other Warblers, he was elated. For Sebastian, being allowed so close in front of other people meant a lot. In high school, nobody else really knew how close they were, and that was because Sebastian had kept them in the dark. When they got back to their shared room and Blaine told him outright that he wanted to mess around, Sebastian almost choked. This was everything he’d always wanted, and he made out with Blaine in a way that was only possible when that was the truth. 
But he had to stop them from going too far right not. Sebastian didn’t want this to be like every other meaningless fling he’d ever had. He didn’t want to be a regret. He wanted to be someone that could contend, finally. A serious romantic partner, not the sex shark. They were both a little drunk, and it was the hardest thing he’d had to do... until he had to listen to Blaine cry in the dark. His heart ached for the other man, and when the response came to his hoarse words, he shook his head and got up from his separate bed to slide in front of Blaine so that he could hold onto the other man and speak eye to eye. 
“You are enough. I’ll say it a thousand times. You don’t understand me, B. I’m not pushing you away or pushing you off. I’ve thought about this a million times. I want you, trust me. But I want us sober. Because I want you more than once. I want you forever.” They were drunk, so he was genuinely honest with less apprehension or inhibition. He’d thought about this a lot. There was a right way and a wrong way, and he was very focused on the right way after how often he’d taken the wrong way in his youth. Blaine deserved better, he had to be better. “I want to take you out first. On a date. I’ll bring you flowers, and open your doors. We’ll make the whole world jealous, it’ll be such a good memory.” He kissed a tear-stained cheek, then leaned his lips in close to Blaine’s ear. “And then we can mess around.”
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“ you are enough. ”
It had been an interesting weekend.  A Warbler reunion had Blaine reconnecting with some old friends, including, surprisingly, Sebastian Smythe.  In some ways it was like no time had passed at all, even though they were older, and many things had.  Sebastian still flirted with Blaine and when at the end of the night a late arriving Sebastian had discovered that his room reservation had disappeared, a tipsy, happy, nostalgic Blaine had offered to share his.  His reservation was for a double queen and it wouldn’t be any different than if they’d been roommates at Dalton, he’d offered.
The first night they’d stayed up talking, each in their own beds, turned to face each other with one low lamp on.  The next day they’d been almost inseparable during the reunion activities, despite the good humored teasing of their mutual friends.  Blaine was onboard with the two of them exploring things, and he’d made his thoughts known when they returned to the room that evening.  What he hadn’t expected, was Sebastian putting a stop to things at just making out.  
Blaine had moved off Sebastian, went over to his own bed, and turned out the lights, feeling incredibly embarrassed.  He’d turned his back to the other and the words were said so softly into the dark of the room that he almost hadn’t heard them.  Except he had.  He reached up with the heel of his hand and wiped at the wetness gathering on his lashes and let out a shuddering breath.  Blaine turned around and looked at Sebastian.
“Don’t... don’t try to make me feel better,” Blaine whispered.  “It doesn’t feel like it right now. I know we’re not the same young men we were back at Dalton, but I thought...” he trailed off.  “It doesn’t matter.  Obviously I was wrong.” 
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aftermidnightmuses · 2 years ago
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I am not a chronologically-locked roleplaying blog. This means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of rapport between them - I am totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and I will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses’ relationships in order to keep things interesting or make ask prompts work. For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you want to send me a thing for like… a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what you’re up for) then go ahead and do it! The way I see this, separate points on a timeline are fun to write because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected / try to work in all the little details that make them fit and flow together. 
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Barry watched Leonard move closer to him, answer his question with one of his own, providing no real response, but yet those five words completely flipped everything on it’s side.  It was a bold move, a brave one, which made sense since those were the very qualities that made Leonard Snart.  They made him not only a worthy villian and opponent, but they were the ones that Barry suspected hid a man that could change.  Barry on the other hand, was neither.  The Flash, ironically, was, but Barry Allen, was not.  Barry Allen was the man who’d harbored feelings for his best friend, the girl he’d grown up with, most of his life, but had never found the courage to confess.  
Barry followed Leonard’s lead, closing more of the distance between them.  “Well, at least you’re not laughing,” he admitted, brows creasing as a small smile tugged at his lips.  “What if I say yes Leonard?”  The idea, the concept, should have felt foreign, but Barry had always felt this underlying simmer of something between them.  When one had the other trapped, or pinned; when one was in danger.  “What do you want to do to me?”  
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Leonard had gotten to know Barry well through their time together, so much so that he was sure that he could see the lines between who Barry was and who The Flash was. First, he’d gotten to know The Flash, as a villain and then as an accomplice. Then a villain again, and accomplice. Villain, accomplice. Somewhere along the line, he’d begun to see which decisions Barry was making. Like the decision to victory dance at the end of particularly difficult missions, and the scared person that hid behind the suit when it was time for The Flash to take over like an entirely different personality. They might as well be two different people in different bodies. Leonard liked them both. 
“And the fact that you don’t want me to laugh means that you want me to take this topic seriously,” he retorted, throwing the reply back like he was moving a chess piece on a board. Another step forward was taken, matching Barry in the way they kept their approaches slow and almost like a wild cat. The next comment came and Leonard’s eyes were locked on Barry’s when the other man said his name and the way it vibrated in his bones made him purse his lips so that he could wet them with his tongue and scrape his teeth against the soft skin. Part of him wanted to break eye contact, but he wouldn’t allow himself to do so for that very reason. 
At the core of their game of chicken, he knew he was going to have to make the first move. Well, the second move. To answer both of Barry’s questions, Leonard took the final steps to put them face to face and reached out and cupped the other man’s face, his expression and his eyes softening as he looked at him. “You know what’s going to happen.” That gave Barry enough time to tell him to back off if he wanted to. When that didn’t happen, Leonard leaned in to take what he wanted; Barry Allen. Their lips met and he let that settle for a few seconds before his lips parted to deepen the kiss. He’d always thought that it would be the thrill and rush of the two of them doing something dangerous that would cause him to throw Barry against a wall finally, but this was good too. Maybe even better, for a first kiss. The both of them deserved something nice.
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When it came to sex, Kurt had been shy when he was inexperienced, but at this point he had grown well beyond that. What he said was more than proof of that, and he waited with baited breath as he stared his boyfriend down across their kitchen table. The response he got made him smirk and his confidence raised as he was lifted up, his legs easily wrapping around Everett’s hips. “I thought you might say that,” he teased back, his nose wrinkling for a second as he reflected inwardly on how silly that was after how blunt what he’d said before was. 
❛   i  want  you  to  fuck  me  so  hard  i  have  to  bite  the  bed  sheets  to  stop  me  from  screaming  your  name.  ❜
Everett almost choked with the coffee he was drinking. He looked at Kurt with a smirk onto his face and walked towards his boyfriend "Oh my" he said and brought the other male closer to kiss him hard "I can do that" he laughed and lifted Kurt up, taking him to their bedroom.
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Finally. They were alone at the house that Everett had convinced him to check out, because he deserved to give himself a little more independence. The real estate agent had given them a key and then left, allowing them to walk the house alone. Finally, he had Everett’s attention the way he wanted it. 
“Right now,” he replied nonchalantly, his eyes glittering with excitement for the thrill as the rest of his face and body language displayed the adrenaline that was already beginning to pump through his veins. “She’s not coming back-- the real estate agent. It’s just us.” 
❛   kind  wanna  take  you  out  for  dinner.   kind  of  want  you  to  be  my  dinner.   ❜
Everett had been minding his own business, filling some paperwork and he hadn't seen Polo approach him until it was too late. The younger male whispered those words and he blushed, looking up and down to the handsome young man.
"Oh really?" he smirked and licked his lips "Anytime"
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That was exactly what Leonard had just done, which he knew was insane. But in another way... there was a reason he’d gone there. As uncharacteristically unconfident as he was about this choice, he wasn’t the type to backpedal. Every move he made was well thought out and properly planned, and he always said that he was ready for the plan to go awry, forcing him to make another plan. Ironically, this moment was no different, where he now found himself working through a second plan. He considered, buying himself time by slowly taking a few steps towards Barry, his walking pattern like a curveball and not a straight path. “So what if I did, Barry?” 
They were both in regular clothes, out on a regular night, with nobody to hear him use the name he so rarely used, because they were so rarely together when they weren’t doing something top secret. That was part of why he’d made himself ask; he knew that there was very little chance that they were going to see each other again unless he made an excuse to or someone was in peril. They had just finished metaphorically unlocking the shackles that weighed Leonard down by capturing his father, this was going to be it for a while unless he stopped Barry from just walking away.
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Barry stared straight ahead, his eyes narrowing, and head tilting. His mouth opened, nothing coming out, and then shut again. He must have misheard Leonard. He shook his head and chuckled softly. "What do you mean? Because, and don't laugh, for a second I thought you just asked me out on a date."
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Everett looked into dark brown eyes, trying his best to not get lost in them, many had done it and had suffered because of it. He stood straight when Polo turned to face him, looking like he was strong and he was not going to let Polo’s words trouble him. But also he knew the younger male was right, there was something between them, something magnetic that drove them closer to each other.
He watched him eat something, his stomach turning everything upside down, and he might have been a little bit drunk because when Polo sat next to him, facing him again, he wiped a little bit of food from the other’s mouth with his thumb, without even thinking how intimate that gesture was. “Sorry, I…” he sucked on breath and looked at Polo “I’m such a fool, because I don’t want it to matter, I don’t want to care about anything, but I do, you know?. I want to forget you are so young and kiss you and take care of you and maybe more”
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“I’m an adult, I’m not a child. Even by your American standards. I can buy cigarettes, and alcohol. It’s not illegal.” Or immoral, if you asked him. That had to matter for something, didn’t it? He wasn’t going to beg, though. So he leaned back in his chair and focused on his breathing as he turned to look out at the view. All the people in his world and Polo always felt so alone. At least Everett was his friend. 
“One of these days, I think I want to travel. I think I’d like to go somewhere that nobody knows my name before I walk into a room. Somewhere that my parents haven’t been first. I don’t think I’ll really be free until I do.” He could do it now. He was an adult, like he had said. He could go on a trip on his own. His parents would foot the bill. But did he want to go alone? 
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Everett had wanted to hold Polo’s hand, but he didn’t know if he could face the consequences of that. Andrea and Begoña were overprotective of their son and Everett was older and he had heard about Christian, rumours at least.
He took a deep breath and kept quiet for a little bit until he felt Polo sitting next to him “It’s beautiful” he said but he was not watching the view, his eyes were fixed on Polo’s features. He smiled softly and looked away “I’m older than you, I’m your mother’s employee, I’m not even from here” he said as if explaining what was running inside his mind.
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Polo could feel Everett’s eyes on him, but he kept his eyes on the view until he heard those final words come out. Slowly, he turned his head to look at the older man, then turned his whole body to face him more. He took a moment to process what was said, though none of it was really a surprise. “I get it. But you’re here now. We’re here now. It’s just you and me out here, what does it matter where you came from or who my mothers are? They’re not out here.”
He took a bite of something off the table and popped it in his mouth, taking his time chewing through it before washing it down with a splash of wine. His eyes focused on the wine flute as he swirled it around in the glass, then set it back on the table and got comfortable facing Everett in his chair again. “I don’t care about any of that, for the record.” 
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He had to remind himself this was his boss’ son, and he did it several times until Polo’s hand found his, a little brush of long fingers against his hand he was gone. He firmly took it and smiled at the younger male, part of him afraid of Andrea or Begoña spot them in, but at the same time with the thrilling sensation of somebody who is not doing any good and enjoying it at the same time.
Everett knew Spanish, in fact he spoke it very well, but hearing it from Polo’s mouth it was heaven. The way the male spoke in his native tongue was mesmerizing and he reminded himself to not cum on the spot or maybe calm down his erection. Once they made it to the balcony, he opened his eyes in surprise. The view was amazing, and you could see the entire city from there. “I think your mischevious ways are contagious” he chuckled and realized they were still holding hands. “Polo…” he warned and let go of the younger’s hands, afraid of what he might do.
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Out on the balcony, things went from playful to a more serious tone quickly when Everett noticed their hands were still linked and let go so suddenly. He knew why. Many others would respond the same way, knowing his family. That was part of why losing Carla had hit so hard for Polo, because he had so few people willing to risk it to be with him. Too many people were too intimidated. And for good reason, people like his moms sent people away forever. Like Christian. 
“Did you let go for me or for my parents?” he finally asked, bold in this moment. He let it stay casual though, leading them to a table where he could lay out the food he’d been given with the wine, seats positioned side by side so that they could look over the outlook together. “I thought you might like the view. I saw the look in your eyes when we walked out here.”
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