#“i might be best for you to really sculpt those muscles of yours!” all gays go to hell kamishiro rui

[thrilling-oneway]

Atp I think Rui's like this because 1. If Tsukasa improves his fitness it makes for more elaborate stunts 2. He enjoys messing with Tsukasa and playing with his ego because it's funny to him 3. He just wants to see Tsukasa build up some muscle. None of these contradict canon and in any case he's gay

[cyoc49]

HIMBO Magazine: Changing Departments

*click! click! click! click!*

Derek listened to the camera flash as he sat on the side of the bed. He was currently doing a photo shoot for HIMBO magazine, a fashion and lifestyle magazine “for the modern gay male™”. Fake blood dripped against his chest - they were doing some Halloween type of shoot. But let’s be honest, the blood wasn’t the focus of the shot: it was his body. Derek had never been the best student - and his attitude certainly didn’t help - but if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was make his body look as sexy as humanly possible. Derek scoured nutrition blogs to make sure he stayed up to date on everything related to fitness, and the dedication showed itself in his beautiful, sculpted body. Sitting here with no shirt on and wearing a pair of lethally tight skinny jeans, he looked like every gay man’s wet dream. To put it simply, Derek was hot as hell; problem is, he knew he was hot at hell.

“Alright, that’s good. I think we have what we need, thank you Mr. Hale” the director said. Derek stood up and two twinkish looking assistants came over to remove the blood. Derek stood still and tried to ignore the two obviously gay men putting their hands all over his body. Derek was the kind of guy who thought all gay men were jumping at the bit for any man they can find. Doing a photo shoot for a gay magazine was certainly not his dream, but hey: a paycheck is a paycheck.

After he was cleaned off, Derek put on a t shirt and enjoyed the feeing of it stretched tight against his pecs. He slung a Louis Vuitton backpack over his shoulders. All he had to do was collect his check and he could be done with this homo magazine. Derek headed towards the doorway connecting the studio space to the rest of the offices. He turned the corner into the hallway, only to immediately crash into someone coming from the opposite direction. Papers went flying.

Derek hesitated, then reluctantly crouched down to help the man pick up his papers. As he did, the man spoke to him in a deep voice “You know, you should really watch where you’re going. People are busy around here.”

This was the remark that set Derek off. It was enough that he had done a photo shoot outside his comfort zone, and ran into someone while he was leaving, but now he was being sassed by some worker who couldn’t slow down enough to watch out for passers. Derek had had enough of this magazine. “You know,” he said, “I’m surprised. I thought you fags would be more excited to slam into other guys.”

Derek could sense the shift in mood immediately. All the workers around him who had been buzzing about immediately stopped and looked at th scene. The office had gone dead silent. As Derek looked around at all the men staring at them, the man he had bumped into finished collecting his papers and stood up, allowing Derek to finally look at him properly. Woah, this was a fine looking man. Strappingly tall and ruggedly handsome. He filled out his expensive-looking three-piece suit perfectly. His whole demeanor was one of absolute confidence. Finally, Derek realized what had happened. He hadn’t bumped into some random employee. He had knocked over and subsequently cussed out the boss of the whole place.

*Well*, Derek said to himself, *I fucked up bad this time*.

The boss was surprisingly well-composed for someone who had just been called a slur, Derek thought. As if to prove this point, the boss suddenly started laughing. It was a good, deep laugh. And when he laughed, everyone else in the building laughed along with him. Derek stared at everyone in the office in confusion. Why did they find this so funny? Was it because he’s their boss? And they were all looking at the boss with such admiration. Derek just hoped this meant the issue would blow over and he could leave before embarrassing himself sooner.

But before he could step away, he was spoken to. “I used to get really angry when people said stuff like that to me,” the boss explained in a rich, inviting voice, “now it just makes me sad, because I see all the failed potential hiding behind that language.”

Derek took a little offense to that last statement, but he knew he was in no position to argue right now. It seemed like the laughter was the all-clear the rest of the office needed to know their boss was okay, because the normal hum of voices and keyboards had returned. Now it was just him and the extremely powerful man he had pissed off. Derek broke the silence. “Look, Mr...”

“Christian Le Maítre” the gorgeous boss informed him, “Editor in Chief of HIMBO magazine. But everyone around here just calls me Mr. M.”

“Right. Well, uh, Mr. M, I’m really sorry about-“

“No you’re not.” Christian cut him off without missing a beat. “I’ve seen so many models like you come and go through these halls. You think you’re hot shit, and take pity on all of my boys in this office who had to take desk jobs because their bodies weren’t nice enough to let them get by on looks alone. But you know, we’re hard workers here. And we’re a close knit family.”

Derek objected to being interrupted, but as Christian talked, he felt his defenses melt away with every word. Mr. M was right, Derek realized. I am a narcissistic asshole who holds myself above others. He had never felt like this before. But everything Mr. M said just seemed right. When this gorgeous, confident man spoke, Derek realized he was speaking the truth.

“What’s your name, son?” Mr. M asked him.

“D-Derek, sir. Derek Hale.” Derek was never one stutter, but how else could he feel right now?

“Well Derek, I’m sure our lame little office doesn’t fit your macho man swagger persona, but I think you’d find that working here is pretty great.”

Was that an offer? Derek didn’t know. He had completely forgotten the context of their conversation, and indeed his reason for being in this office in the first place was slowly becoming a distant memory. All Derek knew in this moment was that he HAD to work at HIMBO. In fact, he couldn’t imagine life without working here.

Derek tried to compose a response, but was increasingly timid in the presence of this incredible man. “Well, uh, Mr. M. Perhaps if you have any opening I might be able to, uh-”

Mr. M just laughed again, and this time Derek laughed right along with him.

“Well I’m shocked to hear you change your tune so quickly, but I can’t say I’m surprised. Working here is kind of a dream job, if I do say so myself. But there’s no need to submit your CV and go through the traditional channels. I am actually prepared to offer you a job on the spot.”

Derek felt his ears burning. How lucky was he! To be offered a job at the best company on earth. He would take it immediately!

“Mr. M, it would be an honor to work for you” Derek bowed his head as he said this. Respect was important, especially for the man who was giving him a job no questions asked.

“Glad to hear it, sport! Now full disclosure, it’s a clerking position. I know, not the most exciting stuff, but here at HIMBO we believe even the most mundane work can be made magical! Of course, you would have to change a few of your behaviors to *best* fit the position. Your ego, your hot-headedness. Do you think those are things good for a clerk to have?”

“No, sir” Derek said with convocation. “Anything you want me to change, I will change.”

Christian cracked a smile, as if Derek had said something unintentionally funny. “Well I admire your commitment. It’s just, clerks are so straight-laced and serious, and you are such a character, Derek. Mr. Macho Man with a great body. Actually, I do like this body.” Christian looked Derek up and down, “I think that can stay. But as for everything else, well, I can take care of that.”

Christian stopped talking and instead just looked at Derek. The hopeful employee stood there silently, unsure of what to do. Just then, he suddenly felt a draining feeling. It wasn’t his muscles or his IQ or any of that stuff that he felt fading away, it was more like he was losing... his personality? All the pride Derek felt over his hot body and great life was disappearing. All the anger he get towards people not like him, slipping away. But it wasn’t replaced by new emotions, it wasn’t replaced by anything. Derek stopped feeling strong feelings about much of anything. He liked his job, he followed the news, but he had never had any opinions of his own. Never tried to be individual or stand out. Derek was becoming like his new favorite flavor of ice cream: vanilla.

As Derek’s personality slowly morphed him into a contender for the World’s Most Dull Man, his wardrobe changed to follow suit. His designer t shirt loosened out a bit. The sleeves grew down his arms before spouting buttons and cuffs. Buttons also sprouted down the middle, and the shirt gained a collar, becoming a basic button-up shirt. A white plaid pattern spread across the shir. At the same time, Derek felt his skinny jeans go “pah” as all the tightness shrugged out of them, changing them into (gag) regular fit pants. They lightened to gray and changed material to thin cotton, becoming work slacks. His new plaid shirt automatically tucked itself into the pants, and a brown leather belt formed around his waist, with his expensive designer sneakers morphing into brown leather dress shoes to match. The LV backpack he wore fell as one of the straps broke off, before disappearing altogether. The remaining strap lengthened and slung itself over his shoulder, and the bag itself shifted into a basic messenger bag, holding plenty of important documents and paperwork.

For a brief moment, Derek felt confusion and fear. Why were these changes happening to him? Where did his nice stuff go, and what were these boring-ass clothes replacing them? These thoughts only lasted for half a second, before Derek realized how right this was. This was his style, or more accurately his *lack* of style. Derek had never cared about trends, or getting fancy new clothes. As long as they fit him well and looked professional enough for work, that was all that mattered in Derek’s eyes. A Ross Membership Card popped into his wallet to cement this change.

Derek felt something in his pocket, and pulled out a pair of black-rimmed glasses. These were the glasses he needed to see, of course. Derek opened them up and put them on. To follow suit, his hair parted itself to the side and became thick with gel holding his new professional haircut in place.

As promised, Christian had left Derek his body, but had taken basically everything else from him. Where there had once stood an arrogant, trendy mode, there was now a walking turtleneck. Normally in cases like this, Derek would sprout new memories of his new life. But no memories came, because Derek didn’t really *have* a life. He was now a total office drone. From 9-5 he worked faithfully for HIMBO, and after that he went home and solved jigsaw puzzles until it was time for bed... except on the nights where Mr. M invited Derek to his house. Derek truly wanted nothing more from life.

Christian smiled at the new corporate boy that stood before him. “Okay I think you’ve handled the onboarding process well, Dirk. Dirk, isn’t it?”

“Yes sir.” Dirk replied matter of factly. Dirk Kent. Filing clerk for HIMBO magazine.

“Great! But there’s actually one more thing I need from you. I’m still a little raw about that comment of yours earlier, and I would hate for it to taint our working relationship with each other, so allow me to bury this hatchet.”

Christian snapped his fingers, and Dirk felt his impressive manhood shrink, and shrink, and shrink, until he heard a “pop!” sound and knew that it was no more. Poor Dirk was smooth as could be in his private areas. But he didn’t mind: being unable to orgasm helped him focus on his work. And besides, if Mr. M needed help Dirk still had two perfectly serviceable holes on him.

Christian laughed again, eliciting another laugh from Dirk. “Dirk, pal, I don’t think I have ever been happier with one of my new hires. But you know, I do seal my deals with a kiss.”

“Why thank you sir!” Dirk replied with enthusiasm, as he allowed Christian to walk over, turn up his chin, and plant a kiss on his lips. And it was the greatest kiss Dirk had ever felt. Indeed, it was the only kiss he had ever felt, but as far as kisses go it was still pretty spectacular. As Dirk stood there with his lips pressed against those of his incredivle boss, he knew there was nothing more he would want from life.

As they parted, Derek looked hopefully up at his boss “Where should I start with my work, sir?” He lived to work.

Christian smiled again. “I’ll film you in on that in a minute, but let me take you to your desk. You’ll be down in the accounting department. In fact, I think you’ll be desk neighbors with our other new hire Bartholomew! You’ll love him. A total nerd but a sweet kid regardless.” Without warning, Christian turned and walked down the hall. He didn’t need to say anything. Dirk instinctively followed him, just as he instinctively obeyed every command Mr. M gave him. Life was easier that way.

[sebthesnipe]

Prompt: Two guys sitting on a couch, five feet apart because they haven't accepted that they're gay

Roman pressed the tray closed and watched his DVD audition sink into the player before he moved back to the sofa, grinning from ear to ear, obviously excited. He sank down with an undignified plop, his hands moving to smooth back his ruffled hair as he shot a glance towards his friend.

Virgil gave a heavy sigh at the look and rolled his eyes. He really did suffer far too much for his friends. He should have never let Roman talk him into this. Still… Those eyes when he found out Virgil was the only one home. He was so disappointed, so sad. The way he looked at him… Roman could have given Patton a run for his money in a World’s Best Puppy Eyes competition. How could Virgil say no to that?

Virgil shifted a bit, pulling his feet up under him as the video started.

“Are you ready?” A woman’s voice came from behind the camera as Roman shifted almost nervously on his stool, a white canvas behind him to allow the bright lights to radiate around him.

“I suppose I’m as ready as I’ll every be.” He offered with his best smile, the look still not reaching his eyes.

“Perfect.” She replied flatly, obviously not caring one way or another. “Just read your lines and if you could, go ahead and undress.”

“Oh… Right.” Roman chuckled softly, obviously becoming a bit bashful as he stood. He lifted his hand to the back of his neck and tugged his red and yellow Steven Universe tee over his head, revealing inch by inch of perfectly tanned mocha skin, practically sculpted into ropes of muscles. He paused, unsure of what to do with the shirt before a younger man rushed forward to take it from him and offer a bottle of what appeared to be salad dressing?

“Wow, you weren’t kidding.” The woman’s voice chuckled at the sight of Roman bare chested before her. He paused at that, his smile turning genuine, the hand that had been rubbing at his arm in his shyness dropped, chest puffing with pride giving her the perfect shot of his full bareness.

Virgil tensed at the sight, gaze glued to the screen. He knew that Roman had been hitting the gym lately to get ready for this audition, but he hadn’t realized it was to this extent. He was… Well, he was gorgeous! Like one of those men you’d see playing the role of Hercules; not that Virgil would ever tell him that… No, it would go straight to his head.

Still… The purple clad man felt his face heat at the realizations of his thoughts. If women could admire another woman’s nudity without being gay so could he… right? The feeling of the real Roman’s gaze on him had him heating more, becoming more and more aware that there were only about five feet between them.

“Would you stop staring!” Virgil snapped with a huff. “I don’t like being under a microscope!” He hissed. Thankfully, Roman seemed accustomed to the other’s outburst and just gave a small chuckle before focusing back on the screen.

“-like dressing.” TV Roman finished indicating the bottle in his hand. He obviously had been in the middle of asking something when Virgil had spoken.

“Oh, no don’t worry. We’ve replaced the dressing with baby oil.” She explained to him.

“Oh. Alright. Perfect.” Roman nodded in his usual boasted voice. “Shall I start then?”

“Please.” Her reply came.

Virgil watched intently, suddenly pulled into the image on screen. It was obviously a commercial for Kraft salad dressing but try as he might the younger man couldn’t focus on what Roman was saying as the bashful aura that had been surrounding the man seemed to disappear, replaced with the cocky princely grin that always seemed to allow the man to get what ever he wanted from his smaller friend.

Virgil shifted uncomfortably as TV Roman began to pour oil on his chest, speaking in a low sultry voice at the camera. His free hand lifted to rub the faux dressing against his skin, leaving it glistening in the light and making him to appear even more the Greek God Virgil was suddenly picturing him as.

His pants started growing a bit too tight and he frowned, unable to convince himself that he was nothing but a straight man simply appreciating his friend’s work. No… Not with… /That/ reaction. Panic began to rise in his throat and he shot a quick glance at the other man, still only a few feet from him.  

Roman seemed to be beaming in anticipation, his gaze having wandered back to the stormy individual across from him; obviously waiting for his feedback. Christ, he was like a big yellow lab, begging for scraps.

Once again, the image of Roman begging had Virgil shifting uncomfortably. He needed to get out of there. He was not prepared for this! Was not prepared to have to question his very identity. This was not okay! He could feel his anxiety rising as he met Roman’s gaze.  To his friend’s credit, Roman seemed to sense something was off and his smile faded as he did so.

“You alright, stormcloud?” He asked softly. It was a fair question, judging by the way Virgil was curling in on himself and the quick shallow rise and fall of his chest. Still, Virgil did the only thing he knew how to do: He lashed out.

“Of course, I am! Maybe I just rather not sit in the dark watching a video of you rubbing oil all over yourself!” He hissed pushing to his feet quickly and turning away to hide the cause of his pants being so tight.

“Well, excuse me Count Dramacula! Its not my fault you don’t understand art!” Roman scoffed in return, folding his arms over his chest in a huff.

“I get art! This isn’t art this is just plain gay!” Virgil snapped back as he left, slamming the door behind him as he left leaving Roman to stare after him in consideration.

Slowly his attention went back to the television where the TV Roman was given a towel and began cleaning up. He considered the image before him for a long moment before he tilted his head.

“Hm… I suppose it is fairly gay.” He mumbled to himself before breaking out into a big grin. He pushed to his feet to eject the disk. “Perfectly so.” He hummed pleasantly, packing it away and heading back to his room.

[theradicalscrivener]

Above Average Part 28

I got my blog reinstated! That means it’s time to get this party started once more. The big event I have been alluding to for the past few chapters is finally here. Kyle takes his master plan to the next level as he and John hit up the local gay dance club, Members Only. 

First Chapter || Previous Chapter || [Series Index] || Next Chapter (coming Soon)

               The lights were flashing, the music was pumping, and John was awkwardly fidgeting while trying his hardest to not stick out. Although no matter how hard he tried to blend in, it was pretty much impossible for people to not notice someone as massive as he. His cock alone was as large as most people in the crowded dance club, and that’s saying nothing of the rest of his body. The seven-foot-tall wall of muscle absolutely eclipsed the people around him.

               “Dude, can you stop pacing? You’re making me nervous,” Kyle said.

               “Sorry… It’s just I feel like such a spectacle here.” John replied.

               “Well you won’t have to worry about that for long. A few glasses of liquid courage should be just what the doctor ordered.” Kyle replied.

               “I don’t really drink…” John explained.

               “It’ll be fine. It’ll be just enough to take the edge off so you can relax and maybe even enjoy yourself while we are here.” Kyle said.

               “I don’t know…” John replied.

               “Well, just have a little bit, and if you’re still not feeling it after a bit we can call it off and head back to my place for the rest of the evening.” Kyle said.

               “Alright…” John replied begrudgingly.

               “That’s the spirit. I’ll make sure you have some fun tonight if it’s the last thing I do.” Kyle said and gave John a playful jab to the side of his arm before turning and walking through the crowd towards the bar on the other side of the dance floor.

               John was left alone for the time being which just served to amplify his anxiety. Try as he might he couldn’t relax, and it wasn’t just all the gazes that were cast in his direction. He didn’t want to admit it, but he did enjoy the spectacle unfolding around him. He had heard stories about Members Only, but actually being inside the club was another thing altogether. There were tons of guys hanging out with very little bits of clothing on. They almost made John, who was clad in nothing but a pair of sneakers, feel overdressed! One particularly sculpted server was walking around with a bandana which tied his ample cock to the side of his leg, and that was it! And on the far side of the dance floor was a stage which had several dancers swinging and gyrating to the music. Those dancers were each a fine specimen of masculinity and had nothing on but fanny packs for holding their tips. John’s massive cock was rock hard and dribbling pre at the spectacle that unfolded around him, and as hot as the dancers themselves were, there was something about the stage itself that drew John’s attention. The dancers all had their own section of the stage that they worked and wiggled while guys fawned over them, but the center stage was left strangely empty which was strange given how huge the central stage was! It could easily hold someone much larger than John himself! And John had half an idea of just who that stage could be designed for.

               “Looking to get up there and strut your stuff?” Kyle asked. He had just returned with a few drinks in hand and had noticed John checking out the stage.

               “No. I could never…” John replied.

               “Never say never, my man. You might actually enjoy it.” Kyle said.

               “I’ll believe that when I see it.” John replied.

               “And I think you should try it before the night is over, but that can wait. First, a drink.” Kyle said and raised a glass towards John to take.

               John stared at the pale orange beverage for a moment before accepting it. “What is it?” He asked.

               “It’s a screwdriver. Light on the OJ,” Kyle explained.

               Even with his limited knowledge of booze, John knew what a screwdriver was. He knew that was Kyle was given him was basically straight vodka, but at this point he just accepted it. At this point, getting drunk sounded preferable to being a nervous wreck all night, and it wasn’t like he was going to be driving anywhere – not that he could even if he wanted to.

               John raised the glass to his lips, and Kyle began to playfully chant, “Chug! Chug! Chug!” a chant which quickly started to ripple through the club. Before John knew it, it seemed like half the club had stopped what they were doing to egg him on. Without even realizing it, John tilted the glass and downed it all in a few quick gulps.

               “Woah… I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Kyle commented.

               “I didn’t either,” John replied.

               “Well, it’s all good. It’s probably best you did. Drinking it faster makes it hit harder.” Kyle explained. “Here. Hold onto this one. You don’t need to down it as fast as the last one. Just having something to hold and sip on should help you relax while I make the rounds.” Kyle said and handed John the other glass he had in his hands.  

               “You’re not gonna stay here with me?” John asked.

               “I’ll be around, and I’ll keep an eye on you. If you ever feel overwhelmed or like you want to leave just flag me down. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” Kyle explained.

               “What should I do in the meantime?” John asked.

               “Enjoy the music. Try to have some fun. Keep an eye out for a friend or someone you know.” Kyle said.

               “Oh god. That’s the last thing I need,” John said cringing at the mention of him running into someone he knows.

               “Hey, if they’re here, they are at least bi. There’s no judgements on orientation once you walk through those doors so just enjoy it.” Kyle explained.

               “I know, I know. It’s just being ‘out’ like this is a lot to take in especially when you stand out like I do.” John replied.

               “I getcha, but that’s why we are here. It’ll help you out of your shell, aaaand we can make more people like you. Spread the wealth so to speak. There’s countless potential targets here, and the more of them we grow the less of an outlier you’ll be. It’s a win/win!” Kyle said.

               “I wish I had your enthusiasm…” John groaned.

               “Well the good news is, you don’t need to. I have enough enthusiasm for both of us. All you have to do is enjoy the music and maybe shake that groove thang. Leave the actual work to me,” Kyle replied.

               “I guess… Just try not to be away for too long,” John said.

               “You won’t even know I’m gone.” Kyle replied as he ducked into the crowd.

               Kyle was quick to get started with his master plan once he was sure that John would be fine on his own. All he needed was to find the perfect starting point, and that didn’t take long at all. No sooner had he started canvasing the crowd than his eyes fell upon a particularly conspicuous duo. They stood out like a sore thumb, but not because they were huge like John. The duo was fully clothed which looked rather silly when compared to all the barenaked studs who were walking around. Kyle recognized the dup immediately and knew that they would be the perfect catalyst for his plans.

               “Yo! Yuri! Over here!” Kyle called out to one of the two guys. The dark-haired dude perked up immediately and glanced over towards the sound of Kyle’s voice. He was surprised to someone in a place like this refer to him by name and even more surprised to see someone he barely knew.

               “Uh. What’s up?” He asked.

               “Not much. I’m just here to make your wildest dreams come true is all.” Kyle said.

               “Forgive me if I seem skeptical,” Yuri replied.

               “That’s expected, but don’t you worry. I just need your help for a moment. See, I’m trying to help my buddy, John, fit in.” Kyle explained and gestured over towards where John was standing. Yuri’s eyes drifted over towards John and his gaze latched onto the beefy stud instantly. Yuri was transfixed like a deer staring down some headlights.

               “I never expected to see him here,” Yuri said in awe.

               “Yeah. It’s his first time, and I want to be sure he has a good time.” Kyle explained.

               “So what do you want me to do?” Yuri asked.

               “Well, I know you and your buddy help out Alan a lot. Maybe you could do the same with John. Just help him along, maybe coax him onto the stage.” Kyle explained

               “The stage!?” Yuri asked.

               “Yeah. He won’t admit it, but he’s been staring at it since he got here. Whenever I suggest he go up there he gets defensive, but I know he wants to try it. Maybe you guys would have better luck talking him into it, but there’s something else I need your help with first.” Kyle explained.

               “And that is?” Yuri asked.

               “I need your help opening this box.” Kyle said as he pulled the black box out from his jacket pocket.

               “How do you open it?” Yuri asked.

               “Well, you see this hole?” Kyle asked as he turned the box so that the hole was facing Yuri.

               “Yeah?” Yuri replied.

               “Well, you have to stick your dick in it. I’d do it myself, but mine’s kinda too big unfortunately.” Kyle explained.

               Yuri was about to ask if Kyle was joking, but one quick glance towards Kyle’s crotch was all it took to see that Kyle was packing over a foot of soft cock snaked down his pant leg. Kyle’s cock was staggeringly huge. Just seeing the outline of Kyle’s amazing cock would have been enough to get Yuri rock hard if he hadn’t already been fully-boned from ogling John mere moments before.

               “This sounds ridiculous,” Yuri said, but he sounded more like he was explaining the situation to himself than he was talking to Kyle.

               “Yeah, I know, but I promise I’ll make it up to you after you open it. There’s a special surprise inside that I think you’ll get a kick out of.” Kyle explained.

               Yuri balked for a moment and seemed like he was going to make another counterargument, but he just shook his head and sighed. “I suppose there’s not really any harm in doing it… just… don’t look while I’m doing it, ok?” He said.

               “Fine by me.” Kyle said as he handed Yuri the box. Yuri took the box and quickly unzipped his jeans and snaked his already hard cock out and slid it into the hole in the box. To his surprise it was a perfect fit, and no sooner had he stuck his dick in than he heard a telltale click and the lid popped open revealing a strangely familiar stone cock inside. He couldn’t say for sure, but his initial reaction upon seeing it was that it was his! Everything down to the folds of the foreskin mimicked his own dick!

               “Woah! Check this out!” Yuri said as he turned towards his friend to show off the contents of his box. Yuri’s beefier pal, Noah, was quick to glance into the box to see what all the fuss was about, and he was shocked at what he saw. The stone cock that rested in the display case could very well have been a model of his own short and thick dick.

               “No way…” Noah said as he reached down and picked up the stone dick.

               “Be sure to put it back when you’re done with it.” Kyle chimed in.

               “Huh?” Noah asked as he put the relic back in the box.

               “It’s tough to explain, but let’s just say that I want to share the love today, and so I want as many people to have the opportunity to see this for themselves as they can.” Kyle explained.

               “That… vague…” Noah replied.

               “And for good reason.” Kyle concurred. “But enough about that. Hey, Yuri. Make sure you pick it up and have a look as well.”

               Yuri did as he was told although he would have picked up the relic and taken a look at it even had he not been told to. His curiosity was too great, and the allure was too strong. He picked up the relic and turned it over in his hands a few times. Even now that it was in his hands, he couldn’t get over how close to his own cock it seemed in terms of length and thickness. It was as if it was sculpted perfectly for him. He could had stood there and stared at it for hours, but the sound of Kyle clearing his throat snapped him out of his trance. Yuri instinctively put the relic back in the box and handed it back to Kyle.

               “Perfect. Now if you want to go say hi to John and make sure he’s feeling alright, I’ll be along in a few minutes.” Kyle explained.             Yuri and Noah both nodded in agreement and waved goodbye to Kyle as Kyle once again slunk back into the crowd.

               Now that the box was open it was time for the real fun to begin. Kyle made good time going around the club, and anyone whose attention he could get he would strike up a conversation with them and then show them the box. Invariably, the dude in question would take one look at the relic and be compelled to at least pick it up and check it out. Once they had had their fun, Kyle would take back the relic, place it in the box and slink off to the next target. He was like a ninja in the club, darting from one cluster of guys to the next spreading the love for all to share.  Over the span of half an hour he managed to hit up most of the groups at the club. Meanwhile John was starting to feel his drinks.

               Yuri and Noah had come up and introduced themselves to John, but that was the extent of their interactions so far. All three of the guys were too awkward to really take the conversation much farther than that. Being so close to such a staggeringly huge and hung wall of muscle and cock was getting Noah and Yuri both incredibly hot under the collar, but neither dared to get handsy with John. With Alan there was an unspoken understanding that all contact was allowed and encouraged, but with John it was clear that physical contact was the last thing he wanted at the moment. Even a reassuring shoulder pat seemed like it would be overstepping some bounds. The three guys just stood there awkwardly sipping their drinks in relative silence, but unbeknownst to them, some things were already afoot. Yuri’s tight jeans were beginning to become even more snug than they had been before, but he chalked it up to his incredible erection which had not seemed to waver for even a moment since he had stepped in the mere proximity of John’s brawny, bare form. Noah too was experiencing a similar situation in his muscle shirt and gym shorts. His shorts which were normally loose around his already impressive quads were starting to feel a little constricting, and his rock-hard cock was poking out in front of him in a conspicuous way. He actually had to take a moment to adjust himself and pin the shaft underneath the waistband of his short to prevent his tent from being too noticeable. It didn’t even occur to him as he did so that his cock was poking past the waistband of his shorts further than it should have been able to do so.

               The trio stood there awkwardly for a few more minutes before Kyle finally returned to break the tension. “What’s up you guys?” He asked cheerily with the still-opened box still in his possession.

               Noah and Yuri both muttered something unintelligible that sounded close to “fine…” John meanwhile merely looked pleadingly up at Kyle.

“Looks like someone is not drunk enough to be having fun yet.” Kyle said with a frown.

               “I don’t think that’s the problem…” John replied.

               “Well whatever the problem is, I think I know what we should do next.” Kyle said.

               “And that is?” John asked.

               “First. I’m going to go get us some more to drink. Then I am gonna come back here, and we are going to go up on that stage.” Kyle explained.

               “W-what!?” John yelped.

               “You heard me. You’ve been staring at that stage since we got here like it’s some kind of Red Ryder. You want to see what it’s like to be up there, and I want you to do it.” Kyle explained.

               “I’m not so sure that’s a great idea…” John mumbled.

               “It’s a terrible idea. That’s what makes it fun.” Kyle responded.

               John balked at the suggestion once more, but he couldn’t formulate a real counterargument. He couldn’t deny that the idea intrigued him. He wasn’t one for crowds, and he didn’t normally like to stand out, but that stage just seemed to call to him. In a strange sort of way, being someplace designed for someone even larger than himself felt like the closest thing to normal he could hope for. Maybe by following in Alan’s footsteps he could borrow some of that bravado and learn to love just being himself. The booze may have been partially to blame, but it was all too much for John to be able to put into words.

               “Here. Lean down for a sec,” Kyle said.

               John was understandably confused, but he did what was asked. Kyle then stood up on his tippy toes and leaned in and planted a kiss on John’s cheek.

               “I’ll be back in a minute with some drinks. While I’m gone I want you to think over what I said. I think this is a great opportunity for you. I know you’re curious. I say let’s indulge that curiosity and see what happens. If it doesn’t feel right once you are up there we can leave. Simple as that.” Kyle explained.

               John was blushing beet red from the kiss and was too flustered to muster a real reply, but he had to admit Kyle had a good point. As much as John was afraid of going up there, he also knew that he would hate himself for passing up a chance like this. He could be uncomfortable for a moment and try it or he could let the regret haunt him for ages after.

               “Just think about it. In the meantime, hold onto this will you? I’ll be needing my hands here in a moment.” Kyle said and handed the still-open box to John.

               “Oh. Ok.” John said as he accepted the box and then watched as Kyle once again turned and vanished into the crowd leaving John effectively alone in a crowd of people. Yuri and Noah were still nearby, but they had been steadily inching further away over the last few minutes while Kyle and John had their moment together.

               John stood there idly for a moment while he waited for Kyle to return, but his thoughts kept drifting towards the box he currently held in his hands. Without really thinking about it, he picked up the cock-shaped object and turned it over a few times in his hand before putting it back in the box. It was so strange to think that so much of what had happened to him was a result of such a small, strange object. He couldn’t even remember what his life had been like before. He knew he had been smaller, but how small? He had always been seven feet tall, that much he was sure of, but was he buff? What was the ‘real’ him like? Was there even a real him? Everything was so confusing. The multiple possible timelines all blurred together, and the drinks he had had weren’t helping clear things up at all either.

               John was snapped from his deep musings when Kyle returned with two cups in hand. “Here you go. It’s just beer this time. I’m trying to take the edge off, not get you black-out-drunk.” Kyle said as he handed one glass to John.

               “Thanks,” John said and accepted the glass. The two of them enjoyed their drinks in relative silence while they stood there and listened to the music and watched the throngs of hot guys moving to the music. John still saw plenty of guys staring at him, but somehow it didn’t bother him as much as it normally did. It could have just been the booze, but he was sure that having Kyle there right there beside him was no small part of the equation.

               “I think I’m ready,” John said suddenly and then downed the rest of his drink in one sip.

               “Great! Let’s do this! I’ll be there with you to hold your hand through the whole thing. Literally, if need be,” Kyle replied. He grabbed ahold of John’s arm and began to lead the way towards the stage. John hesitated for only a second before allowing himself to be dragged towards the center of the dance club. The crowds parted to allow the two of them to pass, in part because of the sheer awe most people experienced upon seeing John striding up to the stage, and in part to avoid being swatted by John’s person-sized schlong as it swung through the crowd.

               John’s heart was pounding in his chest as he climbed the stairs leading up to the stage. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He couldn’t believe he was even considering doing this, but here he was, and there was no backing down now. He was just glad Kyle was there by his side. He really doubted he’d have the courage to do this alone, but with Kyle there he thought he just might pull this off.

               John had a moment of sheer panic when he felt Kyle let go of his arm and begin to walk off. John turned and shot a pleading glance over towards his pal, but his fears were quickly assuaged. One wink from Kyle was all it took, but the rest of what Kyle did didn’t hurt at all either. John stared in awe as Kyle slowly peeled off his clothing right there on the stage. The crowd began to cheer as Kyle’s lean, sculpted body came into view. His body was impossibly cut. It didn’t seem physically possible that his muscles could be so dense, and yet there he was for all to see… although he wasn’t really there for all to see. Despite being in the center of the dance club, he was really only stripping for one guy. He had his back turned to the edge of the stage and was staring John dead in the eyes as he slowly stepped out from his tight jeans which allowed his huge cock to swing into view. Even standing in the shadow of John’s nearly seven feet of cock, Kyle’s impressive two-foot woody was a sight to behold.

               “I told you I wasn’t going to make you do this alone, didn’t I?” Kyle said with a saucy wink. He strode over to where John stood, just as bare-assed naked as the titanic stud who currently stood center stage. When he was within arms’ reach of John Kyle flashed a lopsided smirk and asked, “Shall we dance?”

               In that moment, John could no longer even see the crowd that had gathered around the stage to watch them. It was as if all that had melted away, and it was now just the two of them. Even the box that John still held in his hands was a distant afterthought. He barely even processed what was happening as Kyle reached up, took the box, and then set it down on the ground beside them. John was only vaguely aware of the music that was pounding all around them as Kyle crawled up on top of John’s massive cock and began to ride it like a mechanical bull at a road house. Kyle rocked his hips back and forth which caused his big dick to dig into the ample cleft between John’s enormous pecs. The head of Kyle’s cock reached up so far that John could actually kiss it right on the lips, which is just what he did.

               “Oh, yeah, babe…” Kyle moaned softly as he felt John’s lips suckling the tip of his huge cock.

               Everything in that moment was too much for John to take in. Feeling Kyle riding his cock, feeling Kyle’s cock grinding against his huge pecs, the taste of Kyle’s cock on his lips, and especially the sound of Kyle’s breathy moans was enough to send John over the edge, but being called ‘babe’ was the straw that broke the camel’s back. John let out a loud moan which echoed through the dance club and came hard.

               Jizz arced through the air as John’s massive cock bucked and lurched. Cum rained down on the dancers and the onlookers, and in that moment, it was as if a spell that had captivated the whole crowd was suddenly broken. They were no longer content to just sit back and watch as two of the hottest guys they had ever seen shared a passionate moment up on the stage. They needed in on the action, but none of them climbed the stage to interrupt the lovers. Instead they turned to their friends and fellows on the dance floor. Soon there were guys everywhere making out and grinding to the music while cum rained down upon them. Even Noah and Yuri were able to break out of their shell enough to lock lips with one another, but there was more at work than just a little booze and a lot of hormones. In the rush of the moment and the chaos of the club, people didn’t even notice the changes that had come over them nor the changes that were currently happening. Even as Yuri and Noah bulged out of their clothing they were more interested in sucking on the nearest cock than how huge they were becoming. Even Noah’s formerly average cock was now thicker than his wrist and flying free for all to see and suckle.

               Once John finally came down from his mind-blowing climax he managed to mutter a bashful, “sorry…”

               “Heheh… There’s no reason to be sorry. I take it as a compliment, and besides…” Kyle said. His voice trailed off and he gave John’s still rock-hard cock a playful pat. “It seems like you’re nowhere near done just yet.”

               John couldn’t argue with that. Despite having just cum the biggest load of his life, he was still as hard as ever, and if anything, he felt even hornier than before. He felt like he could cum and cum again and never be fully satisfied.

               The music continued pumping. The crowd continued humping. John and Kyle continued their two-man spectacle on the stage. Everyone was lost in the moment. Occasional sounds of shredding fabric split the air as the few garments that existed on the dance floor buckled under the swelling mass of muscles and cocks. Everyone was too intoxicated by the raw sexual energy that had settled over the place to notice the changes that were happening, and no one was more oblivious than the couple up on center stage.

               Kyle gently caressed John’s enormous pecs. They were so huge and thick, and it almost felt like they were getting thicker against his very hands, but that shouldn’t be possible. Even as John’s cock grew too fat for Kyle to ride it like a bull, he was too lost in the moment to question it. All he wanted to do was continue to share this passionate moment with the handsome stud who was currently stroking and suckling the tip of his cock.

               It was impossible to say how long the two of them were at it. John seemed insatiable, and Kyle didn’t want the moment to end anytime soon either. John was loving every second of servicing his friend’s cock and the feeling of Kyle’s hands caressing his chest and occasionally playing with his nips. He had cum what felt like enough to fill a water tower, but even the most voracious sexual appetites have their limit, and judging by the bucking and lurching of Kyle’s cock, Kyle was reaching his limit as well.

               “I think I’m gonna…” Kyle moaned. He made a movement like he was trying to back away, but John quickly clasped his hands down on Kyle’s firm, sculpted butt to keep him from getting away. John had worked hard for the load that was building in Kyle’s balls, and he intended to take all of it. John gesture was enough to get it through to Kyle that John wanted it, and Kyle was not about to disappoint. Kyle planted a hand on both of John’s enormous, muscular shoulders and braced himself for what was sure to be a load for the record books. Kyle’s cock bucked and lurched. Cum erupted. Jizz sprayed all over John’s face and cascaded down his pecs, and John wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved every second of it. He loved the feeling of the warm, sticky liquid coating his skin. He loved the taste of Kyle’s spunk as it flooded his mouth. Just the feeling of being coated in Kyle’s cum was enough to get John over the edge all over again. His colossal cock shuddered, and jizz sprayed out over the audience once more.  

               John was in heaven, and he never wanted the moment to end, but end it did. Kyle reached his limit after a mere six or seven shots of spooge. Kyle was winded and dripping sweat, and John was even worse off. John slumped back on his ass, and in doing so, let go of Kyle’s butt which was all that was keeping the exhausted guy upright. Kyle flopped over onto his back and just took a moment to soak in all that had happened. That had been a climax for the record books. The whole scene had been so intense that Kyle was still trying to parse through it all. His thoughts were racing and yet at the same time, his mind was so befuddled that it didn’t even occur to him that he could lie back atop John’s cock as if it was a mattress.

               Judging by the noise of the crowd, it seemed that the audience had reached their collective climaxes as well. Even the music seemed to die down as friends, lovers, and new acquaintances basked in the afterglow of what had just happened. Kyle glanced out over the crowd and smirked at the collection of obscenely hung, massively burly dudes that now littered the dance floor. His plan had seemed to be a rousing success. All that was left was to seal the deal.

               Kyle slid down from atop John’s enormous cock and landed with a splat on the cum-coated stage. He staggered exhaustedly over to where the little black box still sat wide open. He reached down, and then, pleased with his work, clapped the box shut tight.

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I cant make up my mind, but for the kiss prompts, for Kylux, 22, 28 and/or 46? pretty please

[Two out of three ain’t bad - 22. …in a rush of adrenaline. | 28. …as a lie.]

Hux should not have come to this housewarming party. He was a graduate student now. He was above all this undergraduate nonsense with the crap beer, terrible music, and awful, awful people.

The school year hadn’t even officially started yet and Hux was already having a terrible time.

Where the hell had Ben found these guys? Well, probably posing in front of the mirrors in the gym, but really, who knew there were this many stacked guys in the engineering program? Especially since they seemed to be sharing a single lone brain cell between them.

He gave a pained grimace that was supposed to be a smile and tried to find a discreet location to hide the gift of yet another open bottle of lager. There were already four shoved behind the curtain next to him and the windowsill was getting dangerously full.

Giving up on that for now he chose to keep it in his hand, nervously picking at the label around the neck while he tried to follow what passed for conversation here.

At just over six feet tall Hux hadn’t felt small since he was fourteen when he’d finally punched his own father in the face, but being trapped in the corner of the kitchen with these six goliaths was really starting to ping his anxiety. Each of them had thighs thicker than his head. One of them had arms that were probably bigger than his entire torso. They kept on asking him awkward questions about his love life and giving him beers that he absolutely wasn’t going to drink.

Maybe this wasn’t actually a housewarming party. Maybe Ben had decided to try his hand at matchmaking but Hux was the only brainy twink who’d taken the bait.

Where was Ben? Hux hadn’t seen him yet this year, they’d just kept in touch over email while Ben spent the summer working for his father’s totally legal private airline and Hux tried to will his thesis to write itself. When he’d arrived at the party he’d been told Ben was getting dressed, but that was an hour ago. Since when had Ben taken more than 30 seconds to get ready for anything?

Hux tried to look around the room- scanning simultaneously for the only person he actually knew here and the closest available exit- but the wall of muscle seemed to close in around him.

He did not like this party one bit.

“So, are you, like, a bottom?” Asked a guy with a neck as wide as his ribcage who was probably called Chad.

“I beg your pardon!?” Oh god, he sounded like his stepmother.

Seriously, though, who the fuck asked complete strangers questions like that? Okay maybe guys like this did, it wasn’t as if Hux had ever gone out to a gay bar, or been on a date, or ever explored his sexuality beyond that one awkward conversation with Ben just before he went home from the summer, but, seriously?!

The guy to the left of maybe-Chad leaned in. “He wants to know if you…”

Bloody hell, was he actually going to try to explain the question?

He was. There were hand gestures and everything.

Nope. Hux couldn’t deal with this.

“Excuse me.” He made a break for it.

Shoving between these muscular monoliths felt like being in that film where the guy got his hand caught by a boulder- all his strength did absolutely nothing to move them so Hux was forced to slither between them and risk losing a limb at any second if they decided to close ranks.

Just when he thought he was free one of them grabbed his wrist.

“Hey, dude, don’t be like that…”

Through the frosted back door out of the kitchen Hux could just make out the shape of a figure who was both wider and taller than these guys.

His brain made a stupid decision.

“My boyfriend’s just arrived out there, excuse me,” he lied far more smoothly than he expected.

Chad or Brad or whatever his name was let go with a small grumble but didn’t try to stop Hux leaving this time.

As he staggered across the room, dumping the untouched beer into the sink as he passed by, the kitchen door swung open and Hux was able to see more details of his new fake-boyfriend.

Even from the back it was clear the man was tall, and broad across the shoulders to the point of looking almost dorito shaped, but with sculpted thighs wrapped in skin-tight jeans that declared he never missed leg day. His mid-length dark hair styled in soft waves that seemed perfect for stroking. There was a rainbow patch inexpertly sew to the back of his leather jacket and a cloud of clove scented vape around him like he’d been made by some benevolent deity just for Armitage Hux.

With a level of bravery Hux had never known he had, he reached out and tapped the stranger’s elbow.

“Hey, mate,” Hux said in a nervous rush. “Sorry to bother you, but could you pretend to be my boyfriend for like five minutes? It’s an emergency.”

There was a rumbled “sure” and an exhaling of vapour that completely obscured the man’s face, but it didn’t matter because Hux was enthusiastically pulled forward into what he was only just realising would be his very first kiss.

Suddenly shy and terrified, Hux closed his eyes.

The lips that met his own were perfect- thick, plump, warm, and deliciously slick with spit.

He’d never considered that kissing might feel like that. Armed with this new information his brain immediately presented him with a thousand and one other places those lips could be put to use… then the stranger’s tongue slipped into his mouth.

Hux’ mind gave an error message and shut down so his nerve endings could really enjoy the show.

There was a hand in his hair, and another at his back, and one of those thick thighs had pressed forward between his own, and parts of his anatomy were rising to meet it, and oh god what had he been missing all these years.

Without any conscious decision on his part his hands came up to sink into that tempting hair. It was just as soft as it had looked from a distance. Hux let his fingers comb back through the curling strands and down over the man’s ears.

The muscular figure in his arms trembled like a leaf at the contact. Who knew ears could be so sensitive? Who knew they could be so big?

… Wait.

Hux opened his eyes to find himself- still with another man’s tongue in his mouth- staring into a pair of very familiar brown eyes.

“Ben?!” He pulled back as best he could against arms that felt like they were made of stone. “Ben, what the fuck? When did you…”

There wasn’t really a way to express the change in front of him. When they’d last seen each other in May Ben had been all long limbs and out of proportion potential, like a humanoid baby giraffe with a terrible haircut that barely covered his giant ears. Now he was…

“Holy shit.” There was no other way to put it.

As if to prove his identity the man gave him the wide goofy grin that Hux would always associate with Ben and his schemes.

“I worked out a little,” he said with a wink. “And I’m going by Kylo Ren now.”

“Huh.” A dozen snarky responses came to mind, but a man who went by his surname was in no position to judge.

“So… why do you need a fake boyfriend?” ‘Kylo’ asked.

They both looked down at the same moment- they were still wrapped around each other like horny teenagers. Neither of them moved.

“Uh…” Hux blushed. The answer felt pretty stupid now. “Your friends sort of freaked me out, they wouldn’t stop giving me beers and asking me weirdly personal questions. So I thought a fake-boyfriend would be a good way to avoid getting roofied by half a dozen giants.”

Kylo snorted and shook his head. “They were supposed to be doing reconnaissance.”

“What?”

“They told me they were going to ‘subtly find out if you were still single’.” Kylo explained. “They never mentioned trying to get you drunk. Sorry.”

“Subtle is not the word I would use.”

“So are you?”

“What?”

“Still single?”

Hux shrugged. “I dunno, I mean, I have this hot fake-boyfriend now. I’d say it’s up to him…”

“Oh, well in that case, you’re definitely not single then.” Kylo said, and kissed him again.

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Can’t Even Think Straight

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Those who think sexuality exists on a spectrum have clearly never met Rick Stevens. If they did, they’d probably put him as far right as humanly possible. “Straight” didn’t quite cut it: the only man Rick had ever loved was himself.

He was a gym-rat, of course. Rick knew the best place to pick up girls was at the gym, showing off his almost inhuman body. He’d been lifting since middle school — fifteen years ago — and in those fifteen years, Rick had fashioned a body for himself that was unparalleled at the local gym, and all the surrounding ones for that matter.

But Rick was a dick. The only bigger dick at the gym was the one he packed in his shorts. He was rude to the staff, never re-racked his weights, and worst of all, he hated Matt.

Matt was gay as all hell. He loved showing off his body at the gym too, but for completely different reasons. The two had something of a rivalry, but Matt’s attempts to pick up guys at the gym yielded far more successes than Rick’s attempts to pick up girls. It didn’t matter how hard or how big Rick got, Matt always got more ass... just not from girls.

Things turned bitter. Rick started being outwardly nasty to Matt at the gym, throwing homophobic insults any time he got the chance. Matt put up with it the best he could, but only because he knew Rick’s attacks wouldn’t last for long. Not after he was done with him...

It was Monday. The gym was practically empty, save for Matt and Rick. Matt had gotten there early on purpose, and intentionally chose Rick’s favorite chest press machine. He made sure to spend a good ten minutes in the sauna before hand, that way when Rick got to the gym, the first thing he’d see was Matt working out in his sacred spot. Sweaty. Shirtless.

As Matt anticipated, he was livid. Rick marched over and demanded Matt move to another machine.

Matt looked around at all the empty machines. Then back to Rick. “Use one of those bro,” he said, “we can work out together.”

Rick leaned in, hissing. “I am NOT working out with your faggot ass.”

Matt smiled. “Have it your way.” Matt got up, leaving the bench thick with his fresh sweat. Rick thought me might gag.

“You’re not going to wipe it off??” He thrust a single finger at the wet leather. Matt just shrugged.

“They’re out of paper towels. Sorry.” He gave Rick the smallest of smiles. It was a challenge, and Matt knew how much straight boys like Rick loved competition.

Sure enough, Rick thrust his chin up, puffed out his chest, and sat down.

The bench was way wetter than it looked. Rick immediately jumped up. His shorts were already soaking with Matt’s essence.

“Something wrong?” Matt asked.

“Your faggot face is the problem,” Rick retorted, and gathering himself, laid back down. He could feel the sweat soak through his clothes, drench his dry body. It took every inch of his strength not to throw up. So much of his strength, that it was difficult to do his reps.

Matt smiled. “Need someone to spot you—?”

“NO!” Rick snapped. He took a deep breath. “I’m fine.” He lied.

“Suit yourself,” Matt said. “I’m here to help.”

Like that will ever happen, Rick thought. But deep down, he knew something was wrong. It was never this hard to do chest flys. Not unless he was distracted, specifically distracted by a girl.

Only there were no girls around. Only Matt.

No. Bullshit. Focus on your chest. Focus on the reps.

And yet his eyes kept drifting to Matt. He fought hard to keep his gaze forward, but every couple of seconds he would catch a glimpse of his nipple through the side of his low-cut tank top, and his senses would flood with the smell of his sweat simmering all around him.

“Damn, is it hot in here?” Matt said. Rick didn’t respond. He was only on his second set when Matt began to remove his tank top.

“STOP!” Rick blurted.

Matt froze. “Something wrong?” he asked, as if he already knew the answer.

Rick was sweating hard. “D-don’t you… isn’t it… can’t you get in… trouble?… for…”

“What? Oh no, the staff are all on break. No one will notice.” He peeled the wet piece of clothing off his back, which flared and expanded out into the cool gym air. And, with a smile and a wink to Rick: “it will be our little secret.”

Rick felt a rush of blood to his dick, spurring on an erection so fierce and so hard, half of his energy was spent keeping it tucked between his legs (which was difficult, considering he was on a bench). How was this possible? Was he really feeling attracted to Matt? Or had he just never noticed how perfectly his body was sculpted, how nicely his tattoos wrapped around his arms, his chest…

He let go of the machine and leaned back. He couldn’t finish the set. Not without help.

“You okay?” Matt asked, again with that salty air of superiority.

“I… I…” Rick couldn’t seem to get the words out. No matter how desperately he wanted Matt closer to him, there was still a part of his mind that was disgusted by the thought of being anywhere near the man. Finally, he stuttered: “I… need help.”

“What was that? I didn’t hear you?”

“I. Need. Help.” This time with more venom. But Matt only smiled, and moved behind Rick to spot his arms.

It was like that moment before a first kiss, where you’re so nervous and so excited, nothing else matters but the person standing in front of you — or in Rick’s case — right behind him. If anything, it was even harder to concentrate now that Matt was spotting him.

Hard… hard… It made him think of Matt’s body. Towering and large over him, his shadow throwing his whole vision into darkness. The scent of a man just inches above him, that smell of musk that had wafted bellow him as he was lifting was now like a torrent in his nostrils, and caused him to go dizzy with envy. He imagined what he must look like from this angle, his head peaking out from behind his pecs, bulge dangling centimeters above his face.

This wasn’t like anything Rick had felt towards a girl—towards anyone. This was something else: an attraction so intense and so powerful, that working out was completely out of the equation.

Rick dropped the weights, and craned his neck back to get a better look. But Matt was already ahead of him.

“Hello down there,” Matt said, hand tight around his erect cock, “took you long enough to notice.”

Rick was speechless. He’d never seen a dick this big… and this up close. He could stick out his tongue and touch the tip if he wanted to.

“Go on: lick it.” It was as if Matt read his mind. Rick couldn’t find the right reply. “It doesn’t bite,” Matt continued, “I promise.”

The thought of sucking a dick should have been disgusting to Rick, but his body was telling him otherwise. It was as if his own chemistry was shifting, his gag reflex subsiding and his nerves tingling with hot anticipation. He wasn’t hesitant. He wanted to savor this moment, the image of Matt standing above him like a titan.

But Matt was getting impatient.

“C’mon,” he said, “suck daddy’s cock.”

He couldn’t resist. Rick stuck out his tongue and tasted of the salty sperm glazing the tip. All he needed was a little taste before he was completely enamored, his own personal heroine. Within three seconds, Matt was almost balls deep in Rick’s previously straight throat, face fucking him like a cheep whore.

“Fuuuuck meeee.” Matt had always wondered what a straight guy’s throat would feel like, but apparently his magic sweat had done a good job of tempering Rick’s gag reflex. And that’s not all it was doing. The changes were small, not noticeable to the naked eye, but to Matt they were abundantly clear:

Rick’s legs were spreading wider and wider, his butt shifting uncomfortably on the bench as his asshole began to itch with need. His toes were curling inside his shoes as raw, animal pleasure rocked his body, and Matt felt Rick’s muscles writhe underneath his hands as they finally got the chance to explore the mountains and canyons on his perfectly sculpted form.

The changes were almost complete. In just a minute, Rick would be a full on gay bottom. And not just any bottom, but a bottom specifically wired to crave Matt’s cock.

Rick couldn’t take it any longer. He expelled Matt’s slobbery meat from his mouth and gasped: “fuck me… please…”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Matt said, and flipped Rick over on the bench. Moving around to the other side, he yanked his gym shorts down, lifted the man’s gargantuan legs above his head and spat onto his puckering hole. Rick was moaning loudly, so much so that Matt was scared someone would walk in on them. But this wasn’t the first time he’d had sex with a guy at the gym, and he was sure anyone would be pleased to see Rick the Dick in such a compromising position.

It didn’t matter that Rick had never been fucked before; his transformation had given his ass extra elasticity, so Matt slipped inside as if it were butter. Rick, having never felt another man inside him, let out a scream of pleasure. Mixed with his trademark masculinity was a hint of feminine inflection. In other words, he sounded unmistakably gay as he called out for Matt to “pound his ass” and “destroy that pussy.”

Matt obliged.

If you were to meet Rick now, you might think differently about which side of the “spectrum” he falls on. Sure he’s still got the same phenomenal body, the same gorgeous blonde locks and handsome smile. But when he opens his mouth, there isn’t a trace of the douchy, homophobic straight bro from before.

Instead, Rick (or “Ricky” now) cannot seem to shut up about his boyfriend Matt. The two are inseparable, always working out at the gym… among other things. Needless to say, if you happen to be alone in the sauna with them at one point, you’re in for one hell of a show. Ricky gives new meaning to the word “power bottom.” His body and stamina allow him to fuck for hours and hours. Sometimes it’s even hard for Matt to keep up.

But best of all, there isn’t a mean bone in Ricky’s body. He’s always nice to everyone at the gym, always willing to give up his equipment for someone that needs it. People still call him “dick,” but for other, more physiological reasons.

And as for Matt, well, what more could he ask for? He had the hottest guy in the gym under his little finger. Maybe it will make you think twice about pissing off a stranger. Who knows? You could end up like Rick the Dick, gay as hell and horny 24/7.

Then again, that doesn’t sound too bad… does it?

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Oblectation

Author: @k-thiswasmydesign For: @yagami-raito-kun (aka TzviaAriella on ao3) Prompt: College AU. Teru and Light are roommates. Teru does not approve of Light bringing his girlfriends back to the room. Light confronts him about it. Rating: E (definitely NSFW guys) Comment: This is a little bit longer than I would post as a Tumblr, so introduction is here and then a link to full at ao3, which will be posted on gifting day. I hope you enjoy!

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Mikami sipped his morning chai tea latte as the sun rose and he waited for the inevitable.

He almost thought it would be better if the girls that emerged from Light’s room every weekend morning considered it to be a walk of shame, but no one was ashamed of sleeping with the college’s most handsome and desired student. No one was upset that he was notorious for his one night stands, keen to jump into bed with him in the hope of being the one who would catch and keep his interest. Even when they didn’t, Light was always able to remain close with them afterwards as if using them for his night’s amusement was perfectly acceptable, thank you very much.

All Mikami took from that was that Light must be very good in bed.

“Hey Teru,” ah, Light had been with this same slut before then. There had been so many that it was bound to happen eventually, but no doubt it would be the talk of the campus later. Mikami hardly recognised any of them anymore but they all recognised him, Light’s pet roommate. “No pancakes this morning?”

“Special order only,” Mikami grumbled. In those first few weeks when they had been flat mates he had made breakfast for the shunned girls in the mornings but he no longer cared enough to do that for them. They knew what they were letting themselves in for; one night in heaven and then they were gone. “Light didn’t specify for you.”

The girl giggled in a vapid sort of way. Mikami cringed, glancing to her and vaguely recognising her as a woman he had thought intelligent before. When she was dressed in a neat blouse and skirt, rather than flouncing around in her underwear - worse, with one of the bra straps ripped and a large bruised mark on her neck. Her name was Takada, and she was actually in a few of his law lectures. What was it about Light that turned all of them into giggling fools panting after him?

Including Mikami, of course, otherwise it wouldn’t bother him so much. But since Light had never once brought a man home Mikami couldn’t allow himself to think that way.

“Oh, you’re mean Teru,” the girl huffed, crossing her arms over her chest - under her breasts, pushing them up. Perhaps a way for her to convince him? Tough, he didn’t swing that way. “What got your panties in a twist?”

Same thing as yours, Mikami thought, sipping impassively at his tea. Same thing that got everyone worked up around here. Light fucking Yagami, the college’s sex God.

“Light prefers if you wake him with a blow job,” he advised instead. “Or that you get out before he wakes up.”

“Light can wait for me to have a cup of coffee first,” the girl winked at him, and Mikami nearly groaned. He looked back out of the window at the sunrise whilst the girl boiled the kettle and soon joined him on the sofa, not bothered by her relative nudity. Was he that obvious?

“Sorry if we kept you up last night,” she crooned, not sounding apologetic at all.

“You did,” he judged. “You’re very loud. And shrill, too. You might even have given him a headache.”

“You know the best cure for a headache?” the girl teased. “Getting head.”

“Best drink that coffee quickly then, you’ve got… ten minutes before his alarm,” Mikami wished the girl would just leave.

“Who gets up at six thirty on a Saturday?” the girl grumbled, but did speed up her drinking. Did she think she would win Light with an extra blow job, or was she just that keen to let herself be used some more?

“He likes to go for a run,” he explained pointlessly. It had been a source of frustration for him too at first until he had learned that getting up before Light meant that he was all but guaranteed to see the man’s perfect body clothed only in boxer shorts, and he had started to set his alarm fifteen minutes before Light’s.

“Ah, I thought he must be a runner, those legs…” her eyes glazed, no doubt recalling the night before. He downed the last of his tea. She wasn’t leaving in a hurry, and he had enough. He couldn’t sit with her any longer, acting like her stereotyped gay best friend, he had to get away. He set his coffee cup down and made for the bedrooms, but Light chose that moment to wake before his alarm and emerge from his room in only his boxers. Mikami froze as he nearly walked headlong in to him and backed away quickly, trying not to be obvious as his eyes raked over the teen’s perfect form. He flushed despite himself.

“Hey, has she gone?” Light clapped him on the shoulder, a knowing smirk on his face as he saw Mikami’s blush.

“Nope,” Mikami nearly squeaked. Never would he ever get used to the sight of this God of a man, the sculpted but not overdone muscles that rippled beneath the caramel skin, the neat trail of hair disappearing into his boxers and hinting that he should follow… He dragged his eyes upwards before he could stare too long at the bulge beneath the boxers and give himself away further. “She’ll be disappointed that you’re awake, she wanted to give you a very happy morning.”

“Of course she did,” Light was shamelessly smug. Despite himself Mikami liked these moments with Light, horrifying as it felt, because there were the very few when Light wouldn’t bother with his perfect mask. Mikami liked the feeling that he was the only one who got to see the real Light. When they were alone together all pretence was dropped. Light may be cruel to Mikami, but he was only cruel to Mikami, and surely that made him special? “Are you going to your room?”

Light was utterly shameless, so Mikami had no doubt the only reason he asked was to learn if he could spend some time with the girl in their open plan kitchen and sitting room rather than returning to the bedroom.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he declared. At least the water running might cover some of the noises, and if he ran it cool enough he could get rid of his own rapidly growing erection… though, if Light was otherwise occupied, he wouldn’t have to worry about being overheard. He may take the time to indulge himself for a change.

“Want to join me on my run this morning?” Light asked as he always did. Mikami politely declined, also as he always did. He couldn’t keep up with his more athletic roommate and was afraid to embarrass himself yet again. “You really should, you know, you’ve been putting on weight.”

Ouch. Mikami cringed. Light’s words cut deeply, though there was no venom in them. A simple statement of fact. Just another reason for Mikami to feel inadequate compared to this perfect God.

Light’s words frequently cut deeply, but Mikami didn’t mind. He would bleed for this God if only he would recognise him, even if it was just for one night.

Link to the full here

[gascon-en-exil]

Mercilessly Judging the Men of Jugdral: Part 1

The potential for remakes notwithstanding I do think it’s finally time for this series to tackle what is currently the only remaining FE setting where (most of) the playable cast has more to them than a name and a portrait and a few lines of recruitment dialogue. (Archanea’s hookup space is like 80% awkward face pics or headless torsos with all the profile categories labeled as “Fun” or “NSA” or left blank.) In a way it’s fitting that I wrap up the series to date here since I started with Awakening; FE4, after all, is the original heteronormative breeding game, and Jugdral in general could do with a serious injection of gay. Based on Shadows of Valentia the remakes will probably take care of that in a big way on their own - but I’m impatient, what can I say.

This post will be covering the men of Genealogy’s 1st generation, with the two later parts to cover respectively the 2nd generation and FE5 and to be published whenever I get to them. Characters who appear in more than one of those categories will only get one entry in the post that covers their first appearance...no matter how Finn’s prospects may get progessively suckier over time.

Well-meaning though incredibly dense, he was the quintessential frat boy jock in school - public heterosexuality and all. He may have shocked his friends and family with an unconventional choice of wife, but that’s just about the most adventurous he’s ever been where anyone could see. His profile is minimalistic and obsessed with discretion but also strangely conservative, and after texting him for five minutes you get the impression that he probably skipped filling out most of the categories not out of laziness but because he doesn’t understand what they mean. Sex is furtive, awkward, and mostly handjobs through clothing - and that’s if there doesn’t happen to be an infant sleeping a few rooms over, hope you don’t mind a little homewrecking - and when it comes to describing his past experience he can only mumble about fooling around a little with some of his college buddies. He never kisses you and is hesitant to even touch you even when he seems like he’s finally getting into it. After your first meeting you instantly block him because it’s just entirely too strange and way too unsatisfying to be worth it. The whole encounter there was a nagging feeling that something terrible is going to happen to this guy, and you don’t want to be anywhere nearby when it all blows up.

Utterly in love with life, be it booze, sex, or his vaguely hipster-esque fashion sense that leans on a combination of intentional sloppiness and representation of a culture to which he may or may not actually belong. It’s pretty obvious he’s got some friends who are strippers and club dancers because he always knows the best places to hook up for cheap - not to mention he’s on a first-name basis at the nearest walk-in clinic. He’s on PrEP, though, so at least he’s not completely irresponsible. Getting in bed with him is a raucous and open affair that probably involves at least two other guys (girls if you’re into that too) and some recreational drugs because why the hell not. The most appalling thing about him is either that he somehow manages to hold down a steady, well-paying job - he’s got selfies of his work attire, in which he’s nearly unrecognizable - or that he might be more than a little in love with a close friend whom you’ve only occasionally seen at the bar hopping, but never the orgies.

Strait-laced and professional, he’s almost certainly working his way up some corporate ladder by imitating the demeanor and even the fashion sense of his higher ups. Out of respect for his place of business he doesn’t advertise himself fully on hookup sites; his profile uses a vague pseudonym, a scenery shot (or a pic of his favorite pet, because he’s probably got several), and descriptions that are reasonably long but ultimately not that telling - especially where sex is concerned. Extremely unlikely to fall in bed with anyone immediately, he’s one of those rare guys who will actually offer to take someone out on a date and have it not end horizontally. He’s almost certainly got a friend or two who’s constantly encouraging him to loosen up, and you might even get to meet them sometime around the fourth date. When he finally does commit it’ll either be to someone just as driven as he is or one of the aforementioned heckling friends. If the former they’ll likely end up role playing each other’s bosses at some point and fucking in the office in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately homely men who make up for what they lack in appearances by being entirely too approachable are a dime (gold?) a dozen in the online hookup space, and like so many others this one frequently crosses the line into pathetic. On the rare occasion that he actually convinces someone to meet up with him it’ll be over a cup of coffee or a light lunch that’s pleasant if a little awkward, but he’ll be hoping very strongly that things will progress in the direction of his bedroom soon enough. He’s as inexperienced sexually as he is socially, and possibly as a result of an excessive porn habit he takes forever to cum. He lacks the confidence to really go for anal, but he’s enthusiastic enough to try whatever else floats your boat. He may be a reliable catch from a practical standpoint (even if his self-esteem is too low to brag), but more often than not he finds himself blocked after a single encounter and a few increasingly sad attempts to reestablish a connection afterwards. If he’s lucky one of his partners will remember that he exists when they’re browsing for dick while drunk, and he’ll get his coveted second chance. It won’t be any better, but at least he’ll have had it.

A twink still hopeful enough to be looking for Mr. Right, but not opposed to a little fun on the side in the meantime. Going out with him makes for a more subdued time than his age might suggest, but he’s educated and quirky enough to be interesting all the same. He’s got more than a few family issues, and he has no qualms about sharing them with his dates and encouraging them to open up about their own problems - he’s either a masochist or a profoundly kinky bottom. Or both. Whatever he is he’s the sort of person who attracts lovers similar to himself, and if he could just find that sweet spot of familiarity and sexual compatibility he’d be set for life. The traits he claims to be looking for in his profile are usually at odds with what he ends up getting, but strangely he never seems to mind. Similarly, despite his fetishistic side he actually is looking for emotional intimacy and hopes one day to have a loving family even including his presently estranged relatives. Suffice it to say that his partner will need a high tolerance for drama to have any hope of making that dream a reality.

The top of every masc4masc dudebro’s wet dreams, but he’s surprisingly chill about it. He’ll even invite his decidedly non-masc friend(s) over to the circle jerking sessions and offer them up for a spit roast if everyone’s in the mood. Loves double penetration and all the extra stimulation it provides, and it’s not even a problem that he’ll blow his load even faster than usual since he’ll be right back up and raring to go in no time. More than one satisfied bottom is in love with him, but he’s a decade or more from feeling ready to settle down yet - possibly as a result of some bad experiences with relatives over his life choices. For all his brashness and glam muscles he’s quite insightful, whether it’s in figuring out the perfect gifts for his friends and partners or in talking them through their own familial hang-ups. A real catch all in all, even if life hasn’t really dealt him the best hand. No one can really say the kinds of guys he’s actually into though since he seems to be into everyone; he’ll be gently breeding a willowy nerd one night and fisting the perfectly-sculpted ass of one of his gym buddies the next.

Happily married with a house in the suburbs, a few pets, and a few surrogate kids, he made a valiant effort at putting his hookup days behind him. His partner knew him better than that though and was in fact the one to encourage him to take an occasional break from quaint domestic fatherhood, possibly around the time it became apparent that he’d hired an up-and-coming twunk at his business in part so that he had a(nother) nice ass to stare at. He and his partner are more than happy to play together of course, but it’s his face and his stats on the profile and there’s a general air of understanding that he’s been given permission to play the field a little longer. Despite his towering presence both personally and professionally he doesn’t seem to be pulling all the strings in his marriage, a fact for which he is surprisingly grateful. A lowkey Dom who’ll quickly graduate to full-on Master once he develops a taste for it, but only his kids get to call him daddy. He’s clearly off the market in the conventional sense - despite what he’s undoubtedly just done to his latest encounter, he’s very much in love and is unashamed to say so post-coitus - but his situation is a poly-friendly one provided the prospective third is equally comfortable with public family life. 

He’s an old soul in a young(ish) and handsome package, brought into the community by men a generation or more ahead of him. This generally indicates two things: he holds a tremendous amount of respect for older men and has little patience for his vapid and reckless peers (he probably scorns PrEP on principle, and always uses a condom), and he would love nothing better than to be made someone’s bitch. Either because of his good connections or his obvious sense of duty and commitment the type he tends to attract is both hot and a hot mess, so his aspirations of peaceful married bliss - with children even - may be a long time in coming. Although he never discusses it in public and doesn’t mention it anywhere in the online hookup space he’s well-acquainted with the mechanics of bondage, pain play, water sports and whatever else his shockingly dirty mind can come up with. It may not very likely that he’ll one day be spotted at one of the kinkier Pride fests being led down the street on a leash by a man in a leather harness while he’s wearing nothing but a dog mask, a collar, a thong, and a butt plug with a tail...but don’t rule it out just yet.

Once the pleasantries and dick pics are out the way you quickly discover that this beefy pretty boy has a crush - no, an obsession - with some other guy, and you start to wonder why he even answered your greeting at all when most of his messages are either moping over the one that got away (or never noticed him in the first place) and pics of his would-be lover, including those of an explicit nature. The lengthy story of how he got his hands on those is not really worth repeating, but he’ll do it anyway whether or not he’s prompted. If a guy goes against his better judgment and takes him up on the offered hookup he’ll quickly be even more weirded out over all the, er, memorabilia this guy has collected: public photos taken off social media, hair clippings, used condoms...it would not be surprising in the slightest if he’s gotten himself a dildo or fleshlight molded to the shape of his dream guy’s bits. On the plus side all it will take to get him going is a wig and an outfit based on one of the pictures in his collection, and in no time at all he’ll be screaming someone else’s name while you ride him. Yeah...hot or not everyone’s got a limit to how much strangeness they can deal with before taking off, and in the case of his partners it’ll most likely be around or before he starts casually suggesting some cosmetic surgical procedures designed to make them look more like the real love of his life.

Definitely not legal, but he’s got a fake ID to suit every occasion and prides himself in having already snuck into every local den of iniquity. He gets a lot of free drinks and can hold his liquor so well that everyone second-guesses if he’s really underage, but still all but the most wasted bar flies are wary about coming onto him. Online he doesn’t fare much better except among the really inexperienced men who haven’t figured out yet that the apps don’t have a way of enforcing their minimum age rules, but he has his fun where he can. Has already sniffed out and sucked off all the closet cases at his high school, and he’s just itching to move on to the big leagues. In spite of all that minor criminality though he’s really not a bad kid at heart, and given a few years if he can keep out of jail he may just mature into great boyfriend material. He might be a baby-faced twink until he’s pushing forty, but he’ll find a way to work it.

He’s been effectively disowned by what sounds like a generally unhappy family, but that’s not going to stop him from trying to make it out in the wider world.  Is absolutely not here for any “white only” statements in profiles or stereotypical assumptions about his favorite position or the size of his dick...but on the other hand most of his hookups are with blond guys who look nothing like him. Mild hypocrisy aside he always makes for a fun and interesting date, and in bed he’s flexible in more ways than one though he’s not so good at bottoming as some of his partners might like. May have a thing for twinks, despite some cultural hangups regarding feminine guys he’s still working through. His perfect guy is both open-minded and not willing to give one inch during tense family gatherings. Alternatively, he may instead wind up with a guy who happens to share his exact preferences, and they’ll take turns fucking each other while one wears a wig and roleplays some helpless young thing. 

Behind the sculpted abs and sparse descriptions of a classic headless profile stands a professional athlete (no, seriously) with the face of a model who’s shockingly not on the DL. That’s not to say he’s the type of man for long walks and quiet candlelit dinners, but he will nevertheless be very open with his partners after he’s done pounding them into the hotel mattress and will never be in a rush to get dressed. He travels often but picks up a FWB or two in every port, some of whom trail after him and inevitably come together in one big naked pile of groupies when the situation presents itself. He’s primed to pick up a trophy husband once he’s old enough to retire, but even so his favorite encounters are the ones who can also keep up with him in the gym or on the field.  Is distantly related to someone even more famous, but there’s no physical resemblance and even he has trouble remembering the exact relationship. With the circles he moves in he may have fucked one or more of his cousins at some point.

His profile would be perpetually set to traveling mode except that that’s usually a paid service and he’s not shelling out for the full version of the app. Sexy and he knows he, but he’s got to get by on his looks when he’s forever drifting from one low-end job and crappy apartment to the next. He has quite a few notches on his bedpost and isn’t shy about admitting it, although he’s left more than a few guys with unwelcome surprises as well. He’s a hard drinker, a casual smoker of various substances, and his pride and joy is either a motorcycle or a muscle car, or possibly both - in other words, he’s the bad boy of everyone’s drunken 2 a.m. fantasy as well as the hungover regret the morning after. Friendly enough to never come across as a total asshole, but don’t pretend that he’ll ever be interested in anything that resembles settling down. He’s pretty much tried it all - even P2P when he was hard up for cash - and while he attracts mostly bottoms (ranging from wide-eyed collegiates to double dildo champions) having a cigar with a leather daddy and then sucking something thicker and sweatier would make his night just the same. He’d have to be extremely drunk and/or high to climb in a sling, but there are probably pics of it somewhere out there.

It only takes thirty seconds of talking to him to figure out that he’s a hipster with rich parents slumming it as a part of some overdone act of rebellion. Hell, you might even be able to pick that up from his profile, whether it’s from the faux-secondhand clothes or the proudly-displayed tattoo(s) or the pronouncement that he’s 420 friendly and wants to, apparently without irony, “X and chill.” If you can make it past the stench of BO and trying too hard however he’s actually a pretty insightful guy, and you’ll find that his social justice proclamations and pushes toward activism are sincere and not merely the guilty conscience of a trust fund baby. Loves to top from the bottom, and will gleefully edge a guy for hours to make him beg for release. Huge tease that he is, he might even be into chastity and CBT. Practically speaking he may just be the hottest ticket in town, and he has the sense of duty to stop shirking his responsibilities once he’s had his fill of common life. When he does finally return home though it’s extremely unlikely that he’ll be bringing anyone back with him unless he still wants to piss off the parents, so try not to expect anything that’s both long term and drama-free. 

Yes, yes, his hair is full of secrets - moving on. The good father isn’t on any apps - he may have experimented with them in his younger and wilder seminary days, but he has an image to maintain now - but he still finds himself being tempted. Most of the guys who find their way to him are troubled souls looking for guidance and also dick, but he’s most likely to form a real connection with someone who understands and respects his sense of piety and isn’t out to abuse his charity. Is well-accustomed to taking care of his own needs (thankfully Naga sees no sin in self-love), and as such he knows better what he likes to watch and fantasize over than how to actually perform the acts themselves. Would be a steadfast and loyal husband were it not for the religious baggage as well as a certain degree of fatalism. Would never, ever agree to any kind of clerical kink. Probably. Maybe if it were mutual....

[star-trashinum]

Hot and Sweaty

Chapter 1 - Mostly Sweaty

Uploaded on 2017-04-25 on ao3

Riko suffers in the most pleasurable way possible. No one has ever blushed more or accidentally pushed her face into as many rippling muscles, either. (For clarity's sake, You (Watanabe) is written as Yo).

Notes:

Italics indicate Riko's inner gay monologue.

Dear God, why is it so hard to be calm around Yo!?!?

       Riko cursed her own inner thoughts, filled with images of various sculpted muscles, as she walked with her head looking down, trying hard to hide both her blush and gaze, opting not to stare at her girlfriend too long.

       "C'mon Riko, the sooner we get to the gym, the more we can work out!" Yo exclaimed, bouncing excitedly while she held Riko's hand, "It's not often that I get to work out with you, so I want to make the best of it!"

       "I know, I know, there's no need to pull my arms though, Yo-chan," Riko wailed as Yo tugged her arm forward until they reached the doors of the gym, "See? You're just impatient, Yo-chan."

       The couple made their way into the gym, greeting familiar faces as they walked to the dressing room, changing into more suitable workout gear. Riko heard a confused noise that Yo tended to make when she walked in on her cooking, and turned to see Yo holding up a grey sports bra and matching yoga shorts. "Umm... Riko... how come this is all I have in my bag?" Yo asked, puzzled too why there was... so little, "I know I asked you to pack me some clothes but... I don't usually tend to work out like Mari or Kanan."

       "Omygoshohmygosh I'm sorry dear, I just... you asked me to get something that you would look good in... and I guess I wasn't thinking straight," Riko apologized, reddening as she hid her face behind a t-shirt, "I-I have an extra t-shirt you can wear... it might be a bit small though."

       "Aww, it's OK, I've worn outfits like this before; just remind me to help you with outfits next time, OK?” Yo added, before giving her girlfriend a comforting hug. The two quickly changed, quickly slipping on their shoes as they headed towards the treadmills. Riko looked down to see that her shoes were untied, and quickly fastened them before getting back up, only to come face to face with You’s abs, out there for Riko to gawk at, like usual. “Let’s go, let’s go; I can’t wait to start!” Yo cheered as they started their warm up, lightly jogging for 10 minutes before they stopped to cool down.

       “Whew… I really need to get in the gym more often; this is killing me already…” Riko panted, taking a big gulp of water before catching her breath, “What’s next, Yo-chan?”

       “Mmmm… Since we just gave our legs a good warmup, I think we should do the same for our arms, no?” Yo giggled, as she lead her girlfriend to the bench press, “Let’s get on the bench; I haven’t done it in so long because I haven’t had someone to spot me in forever, ehe~” Riko watched in fascination as Yo set up the bar for her set; watching her place heavy 40-pound weights on each side. Yo laid down on the bench, taking a deep breath as she rubbed her hands together and gestured over to Riko as she gripped onto it, “Just help me lift it a bit, and make sure I’m balanced, okay?”

       “Gotcha; you can do it, dear,” Riko encouraged as she helped Yo take the bar off the rack, watching her breathing matchup methodically with her arms and chest, watching her face squint as she focused on nothing but benching and counting the amount of reps she had done. After a dozen, she looked at Riko, who quickly helped her place the bar back, before letting her arms down to rest, stretching out her arms to keep limber.

Wow, Yo-chan is really quite something, she’s able to lift so much with ease; must be her nice arms and muscular ch-

       “Riko, are you ready now? ” Yo asked, looking over to Riko, who was quite red over staring at her, “you’re spacing out, and you should focus when you’re benching, to avoid injuries and all that sort of stuff.”

       “Y-Yes, yes, o-of course!” Riko stammered, regaining her composure as she laid down on the bench, preparing herself as she readied her arms, “did you remember to change the weights on the bar?”

       “Of course; I wanted to make sure you were safe while doing it!” Yo exclaimed, giving Riko a quick peck on the cheek before she lifted the bar up, “let’s go; Yosoro!” Riko lifted the bar and started her reps; face strained as she attempted to do her workouts, stopping after only 10 reps, arms tired and wobbling from the weight. Yo helped guide the bar down to its rack, and laughed as she watched Riko turn over and collapse to the floor, done after their first set. “C’mon Riko; we at least have two or three more sets, then we can do biceps next!” All that Yo got in return was a guttural moan of sadness as Riko attempted to lift herself up.

       “Yoooo-chan, is the workout done already?” Riko moaned between sips of water as they made their way back from the water fountain, “I don’t know if my body can take much more…” Riko felt as if her chest was punching her from the inside and out; but Yo still looked as happy and chipper as usual, even after doing so much more weight than her. Riko gave her arms one last rotation before they made their way to a rack of dumbbells, each of the girls picking up weights that felt comfortable to them.

       “You curl them like this dear, you can watch my arms as an example,” You instructed, making sure Riko was watching so that her form was ok; the last thing she wanted was for her to pull or dislocate something, “make sure your arms are at your side, and that you’re only using your upper arms to lift the weights, alright.” Yo waited for a response from Riko, but looked up, only to realize that her girlfriend’s eyes were fully transfixed on her bicep, watching them as they flexed and unflexed while she demonstrated the exercise.

They’re moving like a pair of pistons… look at how strong and muscular they are… no wonder she’s so athletic, I bet she could really put those arms to us-- PURE THOUGHTS RIKO PURE THOUGHTS

       “Riko, love, you know that you need to do the exercise too; you just can’t stare at me all day,” Yo jokingly told Riko as she placed the weights down, “Now, did you get all the instructions for the bicep curl memorized?”

       “O-Of course! I was listening, I swear!” Riko suddenly answered, fumbling to pick up her weights and repeat Yo’s actions, eyes still razor-focused on Yo’s prominent arm muscles, “i-is this alright? I hope I’m following your actions; I-I got a bit distracted while you showed it to me.” Yo watched her girlfriend finish up her set, and decided to tease the poor girl by pretending to stretch, which only resulted in her flexing her arms, and Riko nearly dropping her weights out of sheer surprise. “Yo, don’t do that!” Riko yelled, pausing to put the dumbbells down to make sure she didn’t end up hurting herself, “you can’t just go around doing that; o-ok?!”

       “Awwww, I’m sorry Riko!” Yo sarcastically apologized as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, flexing her arms, letting Riko feel them press against her. Riko began to feel even more warm than she already was from her workout, reddening from her girlfriend’s effective teasing, panting as she looked down to see Yo’s muscular arms holding her.

       “Yo… please l-let go…” Riko begged, attempting to wriggle her way out of Yo’s bear hug, “your arms are t-to dangerous… I’m gonna make weird noises if you keep cuddling me here…”        “O-oh… my bad,” Yo apologized, letting go of her, looking down in embarrassment as she realized that her teasing had gone a bit far, “I-I’m sorry Riko.”

       “No no, it’s ok darling,” Riko quickly told Yo as she returned the hug back, “now, I think we should get back to our exercises, right?” Yo nodded as she bent down to pick up her weights again, starting her reps again as she focused fully on her exercises. She finished her set, and put her weights down yet again, to take another drink. She looked over to see Riko, who was slowly curling her own weights; eyes glazed over and transfixed on Yo’s arms again, a bit of drool on the corner of her mouth. Yo giggled a bit before Riko realized that she was staring, blushing slightly before putting her weights down to take a drink, splashing herself in the face in the process.

       “Ehe~ that’s what you get for being thirsty, darling,” Yo joked, walking up to her as she placed a little kiss on her cheek, “unfortunately, we only have a few more sets, but you can always watch these guns later~” Riko struggled to finish her last two sets, trying her hardest to not distract her mind with Yo, which proved hard as she kept staring at her wonderful girlfriend. After two more grueling sets, Riko dropped her weights and promptly fell to the floor, clutching her arms in pain and defeat, while Yo giggled and help her girlfriend up off the floor, who was mumbling something about no feeling in her arms.

       “Wow; you really worked up a nice, good sweat Riko!” Yo cheered, giving her a thumbs up while she grabbed her water bottle and towel, “what should we work on next, love; legs, or abs?” Yo’s face lit up as she started to giggle, watching as he girlfriend’s brow furrowed and her lips pursed, thinking intensely about what part of her girlfriend she wanted to see.

       “Hmm… squatting would let me stare at your butt… and it’d be good for my legs as well… but on the other hand… I’d get to see your stomach…” Riko mumbled as she thought over her options, “I guess I’d want to see your rippling six pack- I MEAN I WANT TO WORK ON MY CORE. YES. NOT LOOKING AT YOUR MUSCLES. NOPE.” Riko puffed her cheeks, trying not to be too angry at Yo as she collapsed onto the floor in laughter, unable to hold in her amusement at seeing Riko so focused on her body.

       “Alright baby; you’re in for a real challenge then; I’ll make sure your abs feel nice and sore after this!” Yo cheered, walking a terrified Riko towards a different part of the gym, bringing out two yoga mats and a pair of medicine balls to Riko, who was curled up in a ball on the cold floor.

       “See look… I’m working out my relaxing muscles with this exercise,” Riko announced, rolling over to her other side, “and look, I switched sides and everything.”

       “You know, you won’t get to see these in action if you’re acting like a lazy kitty,” Yo replied, teasingly tracing her hands on the faint outline that was her abs, which immediately made Riko sit up in place, “See; wasn’t hard, was it?” Yo helped Riko set herself up; both girls sitting beside eachother; medicine balls in hand. “Now, we’re going to do some twists and sit ups; and you need to hold this medicine ball to make sure you're getting the full workout from this, ok?” Yo explained, watching Riko nod in understanding, watching Yo intently for instructions, “now, you just need to lift your legs off the floor, sitting upright, and twist the ball around like this!” Riko watched intently as Yo performed the exercise, watching as her stomach twisted and flexed as she finished a dozen or so rotations, before putting the ball down, barely skipping a beat. “Now it’s your turn, baby!” Yo cheered, signalling to Riko, who lifted her legs up off the floor, attempting to copy Yo’s actions before falling over after 10 twists.

       “How do you subject yourself to this; and so often as a matter of fact!?!” Riko complained, groaning as she clutched her stomach, “how many do we need to do?”

       “Five sets of twenty or so, then after this, planks!” Yo excitedly answered, watching Riko’s face contort in shock, “don’t worry; after a few workouts, you’ll be strong in no time!” Riko flopped over onto the mat, turning to Yo with her biggest puppy dog eyes, in an attempt to stop the exercises. “Silly Riko, you aren’t getting out of this that easily,” Yo teased, moving her mat closer to Riko, “besides, you said you wanted to tone your stomach, right?”

       “Yeah, but I didn’t realize how much… effort I would need to put in,” Riko sighed, staring at her girlfriend’s stomach, reaching a hand to feel it, “they’re never going to look as good as these, though; your body is on a whole different level from mine!”

       “Ehe~ I do take pride in my stomach after all!” Yo grinned as she felt Riko’s hand rub and touch her stomach, fingers tracing the indents of her abs, “Umm… earth to Riko?” Riko’s brain had all but shut off; too focused on the fact that she was touching firm, solid muscle, that was her girlfriend’s, of all things

They’re so tight and they just look so sexy… I just can’t stop touching and feeling them… what did I ever do to be this blessed?

       Riko’s bordering-on-lewd inner thoughts were interrupted by an arm that was slightly shaking her, which turned out to be Yo, who was beet red in embarrassment. Riko soon realized why she was that flustered, after she looked around to see a few people staring as Riko had started to drool again after touching Yo’s abs, and quickly retracted her hands and curled up in embarrassment. Yo did her best to take a deep breath after that particularly embarrassing moment, and attempted to pull Riko up off the ground, who was on the verge of tears.

       “I-I’m so sorry Yo, I wasn’t thinking and I just couldn’t resist; they’re just too nice…” Riko mumbled, trying her hardest to pull herself together, “I’m sorry for embarrassing you in front of everyone…”  Yo suddenly pulled her embarrassed girlfriend into a hug, easing her heart and mind as she returned it.

       “It’s OK; I understand,” Yo cooed, letting go of Riko to sit back down on her mat, “it’s just very flattering to see you love my body this much…” Yo giggled as she watched Riko stare at her abs yet again, flinching away in an attempt to control her gay mind. “Now, are you going to be able to calm yourself down to do more exercises, or am I too distracting?” Yo jokingly asked, receiving playful hits to her head from a flustered, giggling Riko, “I’ll take that as a yes~” Riko gritted her teeth as she started her twists again, keeping her pace at the rhythmic counting of Yo, stopping again after a few minutes, falling to the floor in pain.

       “Auuugh… I feel like my stomach is going to fight me…” Riko groaned, getting ready for her next set, “three more, right?”

       “Yep; and planks after!”

       “UGGGGGGGGH… Yo why…”

        Riko fell to the floor as her arms gave out, finishing her last plank, with Yo following a few seconds later.

       “Wow Riko, you’re doing great; that time you lasted for 40 seconds!” Yo congratulated, stopping the stopwatch on her phone, “you're making great progress!”

       “I would say thank you, but I feel like I’m going to collapse from the inside out,” Riko sighed with a defeated look on her face, “are we done yet, or did you plan something else to trick me with?”

       “Not this time baby; just stretching, okay?” Yo told Riko, as she laid down on the mat, readying herself, “Riko, could you give me a hand with this bridge in case I fall down; just hold up my back a bit.” Riko followed Yo’s instructions and knelt beside her girlfriend, putting her hands on her back as she got up on her hands and feet.

       Unfortunately (or fortunately, in Riko’s case), Riko bent over in an attempt to grab her phone and was met with Yo’s abs, pressing against her face, making her mind go dizzy and her body press more against them.

Oh God oh God oh God they right here they’re so hot and sweaty but they’re so nice thank you to whichever God graced me this day

       Yo gave a surprised yelp as she fell over, sending Riko toppling down after her, turning into a mess of sweaty limbs on top of a yoga mat. “Nnnn, Riko are you ok?” Yo asked, hoping she didn’t hurt her girlfriend, struggling to get up as she noticed that something was in the way. She bent her head up a bit to see Riko, arms wrapped around her; fully red-faced as she pressed herself against her girlfriend, muttering something about ‘being too sexy to handle’.

She could almost feel the shower sex coming.

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Levi and Jason, Starter 1

Levi pushed himself up from the floor of the bar then reached down a hand for his friend pulling him up, a grin on his face. “Told you I’d smoke your ass doing push-ups even after two shots.”

“Not my fault you’re half-Irish and you can handle your liquor?”

“Irish drink beer, not rum. Besides, aren’t you half-Russian? Shouldn’t you be able to handle hard stuff better?”

“Fuck you,” Dylan said shoving him playfully.

“Oh sugar, I know you wish I would,” he winked at his friend and ran his hand under his jaw.

“Okay lovebirds, hate to break up the party, but I’ve got news. Somebody’s got their eye on you,” Becky said walking over to them.

“Wait, me or Levi.”

“Levi, you dick wad,” she said, reaching up and smacking Dylan on the back of the head, “because, you know, I would absolutely tell my boyfriend if someone was checking him out.”

“Hey, I don’t know, you might be into taking someone else home, you never know.”

“We tried that once. I didn’t like it. So yes, you do know.”

“Woah, okay,” Levi said laughing, “I’ll file that one right under ‘things I didn’t need to know about you sick fucks.’ Now come on, spill Bec, who is it?”

Becky smiled, and pointed over toward the bar. “The one on the corner. Leather jacket, dark hair, blue eyes, looks a little like Superman. He wouldn’t stop staring at your ass the whole time you clowns were having your little competition.”

“Really, no shit?” Levi said turning to look at the man who blushed when their eyes met. He was attractive and the Superman comparison wasn’t far off, he had to give him that much at least.

“Wasn’t Clark Kent like your first crush or something when we were kids?”

“He’s Superman but nerdy, who wouldn’t like Clark Kent?”

“Okay. Well this conversation has taken a weird turn, I was promised drinks, and Levi has way better things to do rather than debate the sexiness of cartoon characters.”

“It’s comics not cartoons and for the record Ivy is way hotter than Catwoman, no matter what anybody says!” Dylan yelled as Becky hauled him off.

Levi just laughed and shook his head as his roommates walked away. His eyes flicked over to the man at the bar with a small smile. Bec wasn’t far off. Slip him in a suit and add a pair of spec, he could pull off Clark Kent pretty well. Though with the way he was dress right now, he could much more easily pull off Nightwing-era Dick Grayson. Not that Levi minded. Not that he minded at all.

A small smirk crossed Levi’s lips and he grabbed his beer bottle. Maybe Becky was right. Maybe he had something better to do with his time. He’d felt the demons whispering a little louder lately, maybe this would quite them for a little bit. Even a night would do and the guy seemed nice enough. And the looks certainly didn’t do him any harm. Maybe this could even be a good thing. He wasn’t exactly looking for a relationship, but it could be nice, not that he would keep his hopes up.

He leaned against the counter on one arm, grinning at the blue-eyed guy. “So, uh, did your mother just never tell you it’s rude to stare or what?”

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Jason rarely opted to hang out in pubs but he couldn’t bear the thought of spending another night in his flat moping about. So when his best mate Oliver asked him to spend a bit of time at his favorite spot, he eagerly accepted. A night out with his mate was just what he needed to get over the small slump he had been in. it was just what he needed to feel good again. Or at least he had hoped it would be.

It took hardly any time at all for Oliver to find a girl to chat up and he looked toward Jason for permission to see where it went. Jason nodded even though he would rather not be left alone because that’s what friends did. He would probably spend a few more minutes drinking the beer he got himself and then maybe curl up with a good book in his bed as soon as he walked back to his flat. He should have known that Oliver would do this and he shouldn’t have gone out, he thought gloomily. Little did he know that Oliver had planned all this to try and get his mate to go out and maybe meet someone new. He knew his friend well enough to know if left to his own devices, chances were good that he would find someone to speak to or rather someone would find him. After all Jason was incredibly fit and it seemed to Oliver that gay males were able to pick out other gay males quite easily.

Jason was about to pick up and leave when someone caused him to pause and go for another beer. At first, he thought the two guys that were doing pushups on the floor were quite silly but then he noticed how handsome one of them was. He was first drawn to a sculpted jawline that had a lot of stubble that seemed to complement his face. He then noticed hair that was a lovely shade of red which went perfectly with a pale complexion.

His eyes then went to his shoulders which moved with ease, the muscles rippling under his tee. Finally, he found himself drawn to his backside which was firm and nicely rounded. He couldn’t help but think that it would probably feel nice underneath his fingertips and he felt a slight twitch in his groin. It had been so long since he had felt a man’s touch and perhaps he missed it more than he cared to admit.

He watched as the two boys got up and started to talk amongst themselves. He knew he should look away but there was something that kept his eyes on him. It had been so long that a man had caught his eyes, lately he had thrown himself full force into his studies so he didn’t have to think about his lost love. With his head in his books or toward the ground, he didn’t see much. It was scary to have his eyes on someone now but it felt nice at the same time. He was debating in his head about going to speak with him when their eyes met and he felt his face grow warm.

Quickly he ducked down to look at his beer. He hoped that the bloke didn’t think him odd. He thought maybe he should go over and have a chat now that they had made eye contact but he wasn’t sure that he should, especially because he was in a conversation. It wasn’t a good idea at all, he knew that much. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to move on even. Time had taken the edge off of the pain of loss but it wasn’t exactly healed.

He was still debating when the bloke came up to him and Jason looked up in surprise. “Right, yeah of course she did. He muttered to him. He used to be so confided and the words came easily to him, but no longer. He had to pause for a moment to formulate an adequate response. “It’s just that it’s difficult not to stare when a fit bloke is doing pushups in front of your face. I hope I’m correct in assuming you like males?” he said boldly. “If not, I do apologize but I daresay you wouldn’t have come over here if that wasn’t true.” He smiled and put out his hand. “I’m Jason. Would you like a drink?”

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Levi was almost always confident with guys. He was fit and ex-military and attractive and he’d never had any complaints in bed. Honestly that was enough for most guys. Sure, there were times he had to flirt a little harder and there were times he struck out and times the guy was just straight. But he knew he did well with guys and even if he didn’t, he didn’t let it bother him. There were enough things for him to worry about. He didn’t want his sex life to be one more.

Up close, honestly, the man was even more attractive. His jaw was so perfectly chiseled Greek statutes were surely jealous. His dark hair was cut short but it somehow only better accentuated his gorgeous features. His bright blue eyes stood out so different from his dark hair and drew him in even closer. His smile was so perfect it looked like it had been photoshopped onto his face. And under the thick jacket, he saw the curved suggestion of strong muscles. Levi loved guys who could go toe to toe with him physically and this guy certainly seemed to fit the bill.

The flush on his cheeks certainly didn’t hurt him. Most guys that ridiculously attractive were painfully full of themselves. Seeing one who seemed a bit more shy only drew Levi to him more. In honesty, he was already imagining going home with him and sliding his hands under those far too present clothes and finding out just how muscular he was. He cleared his throat trying to refocus himself.

“Definitely like males,” he said sliding into the seat next to the brunette, waving to the bartender to bring over two fresh beers. “‘I do apologize,’ ‘assuming,’ ‘daresay.’ Fancy vocabulary. Not the kind I usually hear. Kind of sexy to be honest.”

“Levi,” he said shaking Jason’s hand. Idiot number one over there,” he said turning in his seat, “is Dylan. Pretty girl number twenty-five beside him is Becky. They’re my best friends and this is our usual haunt, so I don’t have to ask how often you come here. I’d remember seeing a face life yours around here.”

It was bold, even by Levi’s standards. He hoped his confidence didn’t push him away. There was something about the beautiful blue-eyed boy beside him. He was painfully attractive, adorably shy, and from the very little bit that they’d already spoken, he could tell he was intelligent as well. He seemed like quite a catch, even if it only lasted a night or two like most of his flings.

He gave a softer smile, moving a little closer. “Anyway. Harry’ll put it on my tab even if you tried to pay, so drinks are on me. Although, if you don’t come here often, what brought you in tonight? Just heard two tossers would be having a push-up contest and decided to come in hoping one of them played for your team?” He chuckled, taking a slow sip from his beer.

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Jason laughed and shook his head as the man mentioned his vocabulary. He was still feeling rather excited that this gorgeous man was in face gay and seemed somewhat interesting in him. He had even called his manner of speaking sexy, a word his ex wouldn’t use in a million years. Nor was it a word Jason would use with him. He felt almost self-conscious when he realized it had been years since he had actually properly flirted with a person. He had with Will at first but then things changed and he got cautious about it. He was a bit worried that he wouldn’t know how anymore but he was willing to at least attempt to, after all he had very little to lose. He looked up at the ginger and grinned.  “It’s my University vocabulary actually, I’m studying to be a lawyer,” he said. “We are a pretentious lot.” He joked although he believed it to be true. He hated law so far. “I wouldn’t say assuming is all that smart of a word though,” he said hoping that he wasn’t coming off as rude.

A tingle went up Jason’s arm and found its way to his stomach when Levi’s hand met his. It was a simple gesture but it wasn’t without meaning. The swooping feeling in his stomach intensified when Levi mentioned his face. It felt bold to Jason, so full of confidence that it was intimidating to him, but he like the attention at the same time. He hadn’t realized how much he missed being wanted in a sexual way. Or at least he thought it sexual. Then again, he had thought Will had wanted sex as well and that had gone poorly. He silently chastised himself for his thoughts and tried to redirect his attention. He felt like a sexual deviant sometimes and he didn’t want this person to know what was wrong with him. All he wanted was company.

“I’m actually with my mate,” he said in reply to Levi’s question. “Or I was. He’s found himself a girl.” He looked around the room until he spotted him and pointed him out. “He pleads with me to come out then ditches me as soon as he could. All that was left for me to do was watch a couple of tossers have a push up contest. You did well by the way,” he said shyly. “It was nice form. I would have had you on my team when I was rugby captain,” he said in hopes that he liked sports. It certainly seemed like he would if his build was any indication, but lately it felt like he couldn’t assume anything. “But we needn’t talk about that,” he said, “that was ages ago. Soon I’ll be a boring lawyer who uses a lot of pretentious words.”

“Enough about me though,” he said. Truth be told he wished he hadn’t brought himself up at all. The pleasant swooping sensation in his stomach was replaced with what felt like a lead weight. He hated his life now, hated that he allowed his father to lead him back to a life he never wanted. He knew Will would have been so very disappointed in him and he didn’t blame him at all. He had given up on his dreams because he had lost the person who encouraged him to follow them. He just couldn’t see himself doing it without him.

“Tell me about yourself,” he said after a bit of a pause. He took a sip of beer before continuing. “what do you do when you aren’t doing pushups at pubs?” He tried to keep his eyes on his handsome features but they kept drifting downward to his muscular frame. “I would hazard a guess that you do something active,” he said before he could stop himself. At this rathe he would run him off in no time, just as he had run Will off. “Oh and thanks for the beer,” he said realizing he hadn’t properly thanked him. “Now I’ll stop prattling on.”

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“You’re studying law?” Levi couldn’t keep his thick eyebrows from raising. He certainly wasn’t the bar’s typical clientele and in honesty, above the typical grade of men he took home, not that he much minded. It only made the gorgeous man that much more interesting. “Should I just assume if we keep talking there’ll be plenty of ‘therebys’ and ‘aforetomentioneds’?” he grinned and gave him a playful wink to let him know he was teasing. Knowing he was intelligent enough for law school only made him more attractive. They’d only just started talking and already Levi was desperate to at least bring him home for the night. Or, more likely considering how flirty Dylan and Bec were being earlier, go home with him as he did most of the men he bedded these days. “So tell me, where’ a fit bloke like you go to study law? Because if the rest of your class is so attractive, I’ll have to find a way to enroll.”

It was bold to say the least, but Levi didn’t see the sense in not being direct. Wasting time had cost him any chance he’d had with Vic. He wouldn’t let that happen again. Besides, there were so few things in his life where he could simply see what he wanted, go after it, and get it. He had control over his sexuality and his sex life. It was one of few things he could control when he had such shaky mental health. So more often than not, he found his guns and stuck to them. Hopefully it wouldn’t send the beautiful brunette running.

Not that it seemed to be between the blushes and the smiling. It was endearing in a way actually. Most guys were so full of themselves they were complete assholes or so nervous in their sexuality that they became awkward when flirtation was sent their way. This man—Jason—seemed to fit into a good middle ground. He let his fingers linger perhaps a second too long in their handshake just liking the feeling of his warm skin under his own. His heart clinched and he felt the blood begin to rush lower at the thought of more of his bare skin underneath (or even on top) of him.

“They always do that don’t they,” Levi said with a chuckled when Jason mentioned his friend. “Beg you to come out and then leave you alone when they find someone to hook up with. I’ll let you in on a secret.” He glanced around conspiratorially then leaned in and lowered his voice like he had an earnest secret to share. “It’s even worse when you’re a third wheel. I literally live with that shit. Not an exaggeration to say it’s my life.” When he went to sit back up he noticed how close they were, how easy it would be to simply lean in and kiss him. His heart beat harder and he hesitated, staying there, an inch from those perfect lips for a few moments than he had planned. When he sat up this time it was his cheeks that were flushed.

“Rugby eh?” He said straightening his shirt and clearing his throat. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? A rugby playing law student. Unarguably sexy.” He let his eyes wonder up to Jason’s. he hoped he was making himself clear. Usually he didn’t take striking out particularly personally but he had the feeling he’d be rather disappointed if he left alone tonight.

Tell me about yourself. That one phrase had his shoulder tightening rather than his heart. Maybe there had been a time when he didn’t mind talking about himself, but that had certainly changed since he returned home. He liked training the conversation on the other person because, really, what did he have to talk about? I don’t exactly live with Dylan and Becky as much as I crash there. I sleep on a shitty old couch every night so my mom and brother don’t find out how fucked the war left me. Oh and because of that I can’t pin down a decent fucking job—I mean even the military basically fucking fired me for being crazy—so I’m not going to be able to move off that couch any time soon. It was a far cry from ‘I’m an ex-rugby captain currently studying to be a lawyer.’ He was clearly out of his depth here. Maybe he should quit while he was ahead.

He ran a hand through his hair and took a long drink from his beer. “Used to,” he said nodding, trying to play cool and not let this amazing man see how much he hated his life right now. “I’m ex-military. Royal Marines.” He hoped perhaps that would be enough to satisfy him and they could change the topic again.