#(i should probably have shaded this but i just couldnt stand working on this any longer)

[aroaceart]

@heropartnerweek Day 2 - Flowers

And OH BOY I had the exact moment in mind from the second I saw that prompt. Same duo as yesterday, but now they also have their new companion (hero), Sorrel the Flabebe. Their first intentional mission as a team is to find Sorrel a flower because she's pretty much helpless without one. (And whatever sent her to this world and turned her into a Flabebe didn't see fit to materialize one for her.) But the only Fairy Flowers (AKA Flabebe flowers) in the area are protected by a territorial guardian...

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Hey! If your uncomfortable please ignore this ask, but i was wondering if you could write something similar to malcome & marie? Thank you! Happy belated birthday!

Thank you baby! I actually thought about this ask for a bit. As a community we do NOT support or want anything like that in our lives, okay?

But if you as a reader would be uncomfortable with reading this then do not.

this will be kinda very similar to the plot of malcome & marie sooo....

Pairings: Film creator!tom x used to be sex worker!reader

WE SUPPORT SEX WORKERS. YOU ARE GOLDEN😩🙌🏽

Summary: after a celebration its time for the downfall

Warnings: argueing, slut shamming, smut mentions. Drinking, smoking. Not proof read. TOXIC- suicide mention.

I hopw this is just as confusing as it was in the actual movie, cuz yeah. Pls dont be shy to say something about it. And tbh if it isnt that good to you i dont blame you, its currently 11:16 and i should be asleep.

You and tom walked in, a wide smile on his face as he danced around and shut the front door behind him. “Baby i did it!”

A faint smile played on your lips as you walked to the kitchen “yes you did, tom. You hungry?” You asked, opening the fridge as he went to go get a bottle of remy and two glasses, the rings shinning bright on his finger. “Yeah, can i have uh-“ he thought, stopping in his tracks and jerking his head as he couldnt think of anything.

“How about pancakes?” He randomly said and you chuckled “pancakes? Really?” “Of course! A sweet treat for a very sweet day” he walked up to the kitchen placing the glasses and the remy down.

You laughed again before taking out the pan, he also got to work by getting out the mix and the water while you got everything else. A cigarette in your mouth as tom helped light it while you mixed up the powder with the water.

“I never knew i could make it so far” he muttered, grabbing the remy and pouring it into the glass, tilting his head back and letting out a small moan from the sting in his throat. “You did a good job”

“Ya know, everyone is so judgemental, like i could walk around with my shoes untied and somebody would fucking give me a glare- or even what you call it. a stank eye” you nodded at his words letting him know you were listening, “but when i made that fucking movie i had all these women just- i cant even explain it” he shrugged, walking around the house with the glass in his hand, a wide smile on his face while you sighed and puffed out the smoke, the sizzle from the mix going on the buttered pan audible before he speaked again.

“They just kept on telling me how fucking talented i am, how i get women so fucking well. I mean goddamn im such a fucking genius” he edged on, cocky as he stomped his feet at his words,’ such, a, fucking, genius’

“Yes you are tommy” you looked down and seen the mix bubbling, taking the spatula and flipping the pancake, shifting and leaning on your right leg as your dominant hand sat on your hip, the other holding onto the cig.

“But it’s confusing. Any other time they would probably fucking- what do you call it” he snapped his fingers before taking a sip. “Aha! Fucking cancel me!” He pointed at the ceiling. “Why would they do that tommy” you lifted your eyebrow, “youre only writing a good story” you sighed, looking at the plates and rubbing a mark that was left on them.

“People now days do it just because....just because their bored- or even because they dont like them- BUT-“ he lifted his finger towards you “they have no reason to”

“Mhm, you should wait for the reviews” you took the cigarette and put it in the ash tray, taking the fire out before putting the pancake on the plate.

“They have to be good! I can make fucking millions off of this” he smiled, quickly walking over before chugging his drink.

“Yes...yes you can” “and then we could buy a fucking island, a boat and even a horse!” He laughed, amazed and he set down the glass before coming behind you, pressing kisses to your neck as he watched you put the batter on the pan again.

“What makes you want a horse?” “What makes you think about reviews?” And with that you shrugged “just because a few reporters and new york news writers like it doesnt mean that everyone will”

“Why are you being so negative? Goddamn you bring the worst out of everything y/n” he let you go, and you looked at him, giving him the famous eyes.

“The worst? How about you go fuck yourself” you said, aggressively grabbing the spatula to flip the pancake. “Go fuck myself? Whats your problem”

You stayed silent, wondering if you should just go outside and smoke another cigarette or hear him bitch and moan. “Y/n you have a problem every other fucking day. I try to talk to you but you dont. You rather talk shit and let it marinate” he rested his hands on his hips and starred at you while you bit your lip and put the pancake on the plate, grabbing the syrup you put the right amount for him before aggressively walking to the table and slamming it down.

Your heels clanking against the floor as you made your way to the bathroom. Leaving tom by his self as he let out a harsh sigh and rubbed his chin, thinking about what he should do before finally grabbing a fork to eat his breakfast.

“You know. You do the same shit every night- you curse me out then the next hour you wanna suck my dick or something” you starred at yourself in the mirror, biting the side of your cheek before you took of the heels, then coming back out.

“How dare you, thomas” you said harshly, walking back to him and watching him eat the pancakes. “How about you be fucking mature and stop eating”

“No. I dont wanna fight” he shrugged, cutting the pancakes fancy before he placed them in his mouth. “Your such a fucking bitch” your eyes squinted as you leaned forward.

His eyebrows raised and he cleared his throat “a bitch?” He let out a loud laugh, tilting his head before coming back “i think we both know whos the bitch here”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” “Oh you know exactly what im talking about” and with that your jaw basically droppped to the floor “why are you suprised?”

“Have you ever thought-“ you caught your words before repeating them “im the reason why youre gonna get millions, if i was never there for you. If you were never in my life youd still be in that house that you hated so fucking much” you walked closer.

“Trust me baby you were apart of it, but you sure as hell werent the main character” “then please-please tell me who else was doing sex for money?” You asked, and he didn’t answer, instead continued to eat the pancakes.

That made you more aggressive, quickly walking to the table and snatching the plate. “How dare you have to nerve to talk shit about me while you eat what i made you”

“Fuck you y/n” “no fuck you!” He dropped the fork, his face becoming a shade of red. “Im the reason why youre in this fucking house right now, im the reason why you have that fucking ring on your finger” you said, then put your fingers on your ring.

“Dont you fucking dare take off that 50,000 thousand ring y/n” “why shouldnt i?” “Because you love me dont you, darling?” that made you soften up a bit, taking your fingers off the ring as he smiled, telling you to come over. He sat you on his lap, taking the cigarette out of his jacket that youre wearing, grabbing the lighter from his pocket.

You put the cigarette in your mouth and he repeated the same action, lighting it for you. “I love you y/n”

“Mhm” you smiled, taking out the cigarette to press your lips on his and he rubbing your hips, the passion over the tension in the room. “Oh well i thought the movie was shit, i uh- couldnt help but think thats not how it ends” you teased with an old grandma accent and he laughed.

“Yeah i did to, how does man get with a prostitute and marry them” he teased back making you both laugh. “The movie felt so real, it reminded me of my friend miranda” you playfully said with a more younger high pitched voice.

And it went back and forth, laughs leaving both of your lips until he pushed the buttons “man she really was a thot” your eyebrows furrowed as he laughed to his self. “Man he really was desperate for a blow job” you said in your serious voice “man i wonder why he hooked up with such a thot”

“I didnt mean it like that-“ “fuck you” you got off his lap and walked back to the bathroom. “Here you go again y/n!” He shouted, and you turned back around.

“Your so fucking selfish” “we werent even talking about that-“ “no fuck you. All you do is say i-i-i” you yelled, words strong. He stood up agitated “you know what you wanna argue, lets argue”

“You gave up on me” “if i gave up on you why would i marry you” “our love was strong in the beginning and then you just-became you” you looked at him up and down.

“That was because i was in love with your body” he smiled “really? Why didnt you just leave me on the fucking street!” You yelled again, “because I thought you deserved better, maybe you should still be in that fucking old apartment with fucking big ass rats running through it, men twice your age fucking your loose ass whole”

“FUCK YOU” you shouted pointing at him “maybe i shouldve used that sloopy mouth of yours to stay on my dick so you could stay shutting up” “NO FUCK YOU THOMAS” and with that you walked away, into the room this time before tom followed behind you.

“Please leave me the fuck alone before i flip out on you, please just leave” “no”

“You know what. I feel like once you feel like you gave everything they wanted and more you expect them to stay with your sorry ass” “oh im not sorry. And thats not true” he shrugged, standing infront of the door as you sat on the bed. “Im so embarrassed to call you my husband” you shook your head.

“Why shouldnt i be embarrassed to call you my wife?” He shrugged again, leaning against the door looking at you. “If it werent for me you wouldn’t be as happy as you are now” “what makes you think im happy y/n! Im really not” “and you think i am?!” You looked up at him, getting up and walking to him but he continued to back up, until you both were in the open hallway with a table in the middle of it.

“I was never happy in the first place” you said, eyes starting to tear up. “Dont give me fucking alligators-“ “do you know how embarrassing it is for someone to tell you to get your own fucking ride home because you wanna fuck someone else?” You asked, your voice changed as you wiped under your eye, smuding the makeup.

“I had to ask Harrison to give me a ride home. I was scared tom” you sighed, shoulders becoming slump. “What if i ran into somebody i fucked? And they forced me to have sex with them again or else theyd report me to the police?” You asked, breaking down and falling to the floor while tom watched, guilt and shame all ocer his face as he leaned against the table.

“I watched you with my two own eyes make out with someone then the next day you asked me to ride you. But you wanna slut shame me for being broke and needing to survive, that broke me so much. And i did it” you choked “i gave consent everytime, brusied my knees from getting on them for you. Just to make you happy. I let you get full of yourself and now its all about you” you whispered and he came down to you, holding you and pressing kisses on your hair while you broke down more, hiding away from him. “You let me stay out there on Christmas day” a frown met on his lips, thinking back on the day and how you were probably reallty cold, he knew you couldnt stand it.

“And i gave consent to getting married to you, your such a hoe” he couldnt help but chuckle “no seriously your a hoe to feeds for attention” you made eye contact with him, and then you both broke into laughs, sniffels leaving your lips causally but easily ignored knowing you feel slightly better.

And with that you both beard his phone ding, well multiple dings. You told him to answer it, check it. And it was a review, he stood up and helped you up, walking to the livingroom before going over to grab the glasses and remy, pouring it in both cups you both took one.

“Alright, this is from whats her name....janice!” He said, sitting on the couch and you sat between his legs in the floor, sipping the drink. “Overall the movie was great. But there was a few things that werent right in my opinion-“

With that his eyebrows furrowed, you played with the carpet as you waited for him to continue, he leaned forward with his elbow on his knee using his thumb to scroll. “I couldnt understand why the character had all these strange things about her, why the sex scenes were that necessary”

“Ding ding ding”

“Shut up y/n you arent helping- i don’t understand how jhon and candy got along and became freinds if they continue to have intercourse. What the fuck are you talking about? Bla bla bla” he muttered, skimming through it “how candy and ron got along? Shouldnt they be together of they clicked so well?”

A small laugh left your lips “me and Harrison? That wouldnt be so bad”

“How in the world did they get married? Honestly the whole relationship is toxic, but i see it as they were to late to give it up, they were already in a too tight knot. Thats not true we are madly in love with each other” he jerked his head at the phone.

“Ms janice does have a point” you cleared your throat a bit. “Y/n please. Ms janice has no fucking idea what shes talking about jhon and candy are in love with each other and they have problems sometimes....well most but oh well its not to late either one of them couldve got up and go”

“Not if one loved more then the other and it was to late to go, janice is right tom” you crossed your arms.

“Do you wanna-“ “no tom i dont. Just speaking my opinion, coming from a woman your being pretty harsh about it” “well it wasnt really about candy-“

“That doesnt make any sense, shes the main fucking character” you looked at him. “It was more on how jhon viewd candy” “then why was candy always in camera”

“Because...” he shrugged. “Your so dumb” you got up and sat far away from him on the couch, he eyed you in confusion “isnt that fucking movie based off of my life. Like im some type of experiment and you solved made something out of it” you dozed off, swirling the remy in your glass. “Im not feeding into this” he ignored you, until you got up and barked at him, which he looked at you as if you were crazy before doing it back “fucking prick!” You stomped off out of the livingroom and went outside.

“Fuckin-“ he couldnt come up with anything before he let out something random “fuckin mood swinger-“ you finally took the time to take off your makeup and dress, muttering words about him “thats why he stinks, smellin like a gorrila- asshole- man whore” you took a bath too, you didnt feel your best at the moment.

Tom on the other hand just took off his shoes and aggressively stomped on the pillows, throwing a tantrum and jumping on the couch and punching air, kicking it until he accidentally fell.

By time you were dont he thought about it “harsh?” He questioned and walked into the room, finding you reading a book on the bed with the night light on and a cigarette in your mouth.

“Y/n?” “Yes thomas?” You looked up at him “harsh?” He asked and you tilted your head at him “i wasnt being harsh about it” “mhm” you shut your book and set it on te night stand, he undressed until he was in his underwear and climbed into bed with tou.

“How was i being harsh about it” you sighed and rested the cigarette in the ashtray, not putting it out just yet. “You arent really aware of others feelings tommy” you said simply. “What does that mean?” He asked, crossing his arms and sitting up next to you, both backs against the headboard and he looked at you.

“It meas i loved you more then you loved me” his eyebrows furrowed at the statement “that cant be true” “tom it is. You didnt say it but you did. You only wanted me for my body. My love and soul came later and i was to blind to notice. That was my bad”

“Loved?” He questioned. “I think i started to love you less and got on a even level with you, then we built together” you shrugged, crossed a leg over your other one and crossing your arms to. He let out a small laugh, “you know i never understood why jhon died in the end and why candy committed suicide” you said and his heart sunk a bit low.

He cleared his throat before saying something “i know you’re afraid of losing me, y/n. I never told you this but ive read your journal” he nodded his head and you bit your lip, knowing every single letter you wrote and how much it sucked thinking back about those days.

“I know how much you loved me but hated me. But something really grabbed my heart. ‘I want to keep tom, hes like my soulmate. My hearts gotton closer by every minute and moment ive been with him. Even though i feel like ive been burned by some of the things hes done, id forever love him. Losing him would be like losing me entirely’”

“I still don’t understand” you mutter, silently wondering how he knew word by word. “I took advantage of that. Because when i was done reading it i knew it was true, it is true. I couldnt feel it in my heart, thats why i picked you up and took care of you. I noticed you really care for me and ive done nothing but asked you to suck me off, i thought i was making both of us happy by giving you what you needed, or wanted. I became so happy when we got closer, you told me about your new apartment and i was so excited, but it wasn’t because of me entirely. I wanted you to myself. I needed you to myself and you needed it too. So if you lost me you would lose everything, give up on love.” Everything he said was true, it wasnt what you wanted to hear but he needed you to hear the truth.

“So candy gave up on it” he shrugged “she didnt try because there was no need to, she didn’t think anyone else would love her, ‘without tom i have no one else, i know ive done some un speakable thigns with him but i can tell by his eyes and heart that he wants something, he just wont tell me’” he smiled, quoting off of your journal again with a smile on his lips. “Thats why i try every time to keep this relationship strong, go to therapy with you, kiss you and tell you how beautiful you are everyday, cook you breakfast when i know your trying to do something new”

“So youre only doing this because you dont want me to kill myself?” “No y/n. I did it at first but then i opened my eyes and noticed how much i really fucking love you” he uncrossed his arms and reached for your hand. “And i know you love me too, on a even page” you both shared a crooked smile, using your free hand and grabbing the cigarette and putting it to your lips. The time currently 4:30 in the morning as he reached for the cig, your eyebrows furrowed as you let him take it. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Since i had too much of your bullshit” “shut up” you both laughed, slapping his chest as he handed it back, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Im sorry for giving you such a headache” he muttered and you ignored it, putting out the cigarette and turning off the night light, keeping your distance from him you got under the covers and shut your eyes, and he did the same, turning away from you so you are back to back.

A smell of bacon filled your nose when you woke up, a faint smile on your lips as you got up, walking to the kitchen and finding thomas cooking.

“Whats the special occasion?” “I know youre trying something new”

[huntsman-ash]

RWBY LiveThoughts: Episodes 8 and 9

So I missed last weeks episode since I got busy with stuff (school mostly, basic bitch busy day and all) so here’s two for one.

Gotta say, Im interested to see where this is going...

So something I missed the last few episodes; the final shot of the opening has the words “happily ever after” turn into “happy never again”, which I am both trepitided by and also intruged.

Cut to the jail cell AGAIN...Schnee’s looking a bit ansty. Boi probably thought he was getting out sooner. Suck it mate, your lawyers are DEAD.

Convinent blast of fire is convinenet...knocks out the cell doors and punches a hole but thats it. My money’s on Cinder

Qrow becomes bird on reaction. Makes sense really. 

Two fade to blacks in less than 2 minutes? Come on RT...

Ohhh its Nora waking up. So does that mean Robyn’s dead? I doubt it, but that drama spike is def a thing.

IV tech in Atlas is almost the same as our world. Interesting.

Whitley A poses like a god. 

Looks like Penny’s back snapped. Or something...maybe a coolant pipe or something similar.  And the return of British Klein.

And there goes the power. Probably a Grimm getting smashed into it during a fight...or they left it unguarded. Either or. Lot of explosions, either way...

Bombing run...has Atlas gone to area denial now?

...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! THOSE FUCKING FLYING JELLYFISH GRIMM CAN MELEE AIRSHIPS?! Can we just...how in the... (LONG SUFFERING SIGH OF MILTIARY FAN) Not...going to comment. MOVING ON.

Honestly that animation seems oddly...flat. Like they just did the bare minimum...the ship breaks cleanly too. ~12 or so bits in between its nose and tail section. Kinda reminds me of how the UNSC Savannah blows up after suffering a reactor breach in Halo Reach’s “Long Night of Solace” mission.

Yes, its too much Ruby. ITS WAR. Huntsmen and Atlas were not ready for it. Never have been. Welcome to the bloody grim fable.

Oh hi Willow, where did you come from. Also, vodka.  Wait. Generator near the-Oh, I bet I know where THIS is going...fuckin Five Nights style shit at this. Slash Jurrassic Park...

Whitley showing the first signs of being human...utilizing Atlas cargoships for evac. Nice. 

Shit, the storms spread across all of Atlas. How the hell are they gonna get out through that? Also DEF getting fuckin’ Jurrasic Park vibes here. 

Why does a power startup sequence take so long...

Oh so they can talk. Also Blake says “as a girl”. Soooo what, she thinks shes older than RWBY mentally? I mean maybe she is (she did kill a man) but whos counting?

Ladybug fans getting FED right now.

Hehe, the houses CANDLES are fed by the main power. How quaint.

YEP. Knew shit was gonna hit the fan. CONTACT. Hound

The chess set seems to have black loosing. Wonder if that means anything. Or if its just random.

Yep its the Hound. Knew it.

DID IT JUST ONESHOT RUBY’S AURA?! THE FUCK RT WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT BEING RESILIANT?!

Oh its trying to kidnap her. Also those wings just EXPLODED out of it. Must have learned from last time. No weird screaming noises.

DAMN THOUGH WEISS’S MOM GOT THAT CAKE! THICC SCHNEE ASS

WOOPS. No more booze for you Mrs Schnee

And Pennys back up and SHES NOT PLEASED.

Also I like how completely dead and robotic Penny is while hacked. It amuses me. Unfortunatly for Watts hacking something with MAIDEN POWERS doesnt seem to work too well. SURPRISE.

Oh and of course its got backup, DISRUPTING WEISS’S SUMMONING AGAIN

Ha, it thought Ruby was Penny. Lul. Makes sense, young girl, whatever.

Oh look, a Hydralisk. Or, Salems horrible attempt at making a Hydralisk. 

Hacking denied BY THE POWER OF BUTCH LESBIANS!

Willow having a panic attack, doesnt really surprise me. Then again she IS a Huntress, or was, maybe she’ll get over it.

Chandelier. Phantom of the Opera time?

Unsurprising twist is unsurprising...makes sense Whitley would get covered in that green shit.

Further proof to my theory the Hound is eyeless

And Willow doing her fucking job. NICE.

I know I should be worried for them while running but again, THAT SCHNEE ASS THOUGH GOOD LORD.

These bigger Grimm are getting smarter. They’re learning how to handle CQC. 

Target DOWN. Sadly, did not explode into showers of acid when Ruby cut it down.

Okay that was pretty cool with the arm. Always was a fan of “useless limbs only for smashing”.  Ah THERES the Silver Eyes. PROBABLY SHOULDNT HAVE TAKEN HER ROBOT WIFE PRISONER BIIITCCH.

Penny is just getting ALL KINDS of fucked up rn.

WELL THEN. The Hounds not ACTUALLY a Grimm. Just a parasite on a host. Salem couldnt get them smart enough by themselves (to no ones surprise, they’re completely SHIT in terms of actual lethality) so she steals a...faunus of some kind looks like. And just makes him wear a Grimm suit. Useful. Good to know.

Also this episode has been making excessive use of sweat drops. Did they get that figured out or what

HA! Grimm dont handle physics well do they!

The Grimm arm that results looks like Cinders. Intentional, Im compleretly sure. Also the fact theres bone underneath proves to me more what I thought. Its just a host. 

How...UNIMPRESSIVE.

However the fact that the bones have TWISTED and resulted in the Hounds form is...interesting. Unless those were there first (and they seem to be as they last past the Hound vanishing)...was that a secondary feature? He had the ears...

We’ll probably never know.

Ah so it WAS Cinder breaking in. To get Watts most likely.

Kinda feel bad for these three troopers. Shoulda brought shotguns, boi.

Fucking moron with a rocket launcher. WHY is he firing this thing INSIDE? Against a humanoid target? Though it is nice to know that Atlas does in fact have rocket launchers.

And now, Episode 9

...wow, way to start us off. Field littered with dead Atlas troopers. Yeah MAYBE IF YOU HAD SOME DEFENSIVE POSITIONS buddy...least they still got fire from the Paladins.

You know this kinda feels like an Imperial Guard moment. Point made, RT.

Also those Mantas peeled off without DOING anything. Least you could do is drop some ordinance...

Wait I t hink they did...also, for about 2 seconds you can see the silverfish Grimm that won that contest.

Alright, so RJY is inside the whale now. Good. 

Good question Yang. Probably cause you dont really have any other options?

I feel like Jaunes hair has become less plant-like and more realistic.

New fairy tale; The Girl who Fell Through The World. Interesting. Wonder if thats in the book somewhere.

So hes got access to magic but it makes them fuse faster. Alright, cool. Nice limitation.

...my god. Trenches. Standing formation. HUNTERS IN ARMOR?!

Its...its beautiful. Its everything Ive ever wanted! Seriously you HAVE to see this.

Just look at it. The lights, the Mantas in he background, the fact that FNKI is there and WEARING ARMOR!  Neon in her skates with weapon at the ready, everyone else standing firm, winter Walking the trench line like shes fucking Commissar Vale...

Its. Just. SO. GOOD.

And then they rush to glorious battle moments later. OH YES PLEASE

“Right now, just kill Grimm.” PERFECT

Hazel short-walking amuses me to no end.

Hazel has “II” in roman numerals on his arm band. I doubt it means anything but its funny

Spontanious Emerald is spontanious. And convinenent. 

Glowy blue titty woman yeahhhhhh

And there goes Hazel with his change of heart. Been good knowing you pal...I can guess where THIS is going.

Oscar is distracted by the big glowy milkys.

Also; Neo can...thats most interesting. Fully camoflauged. USEFUL. And of course you can see her ass for ONE SECOND and I bet the FANDOMS HAVING FUN WITH THAT

If Yang wasnt afraid right now I’d be very surprised.

Random floating Seer as well.

MAN THERE IS JUST TOO MUCH FUCKING CONVENIENCE GOING ON RIGHT NOW LIKE

I get it.  Nice to see things not going according to plan for Salem exactly but 

Ehh.

Hahaha. Juan. Bro doesnt even remember Jaunes name.  Also that short section of fight is magnificent. This is what I have always imagined the HKs being like.

CLEVER. Nice work Emerald.

Also uhhh...dont need no semblance ot see THAT Ren, she got that confused scared face right on there.

Tsundere Emerald continues

Also, the fact that all the troops stand in line around the bomb when it arrives amuses me. Like, yes, we must worship this tool of horror we have created.

Timer...ohhhhh thats gonna end poorly. WHY AM I GETTING SHADES OF LONG NIGHT OF SOLACE AGAIN?

Did Salem straight up make a door right through the wall? With a perfectly good one behind her? God damn.

Also on that subject uhhhhh off the walls guys, not to hard. Landing strats right?

OH NO WAIT FIGHT TIME.

Magic still doesnt seem impressive to me. Just...mildly forceful. Yeah it whacked Jaune and Ren off their feet but

Still. No 40k psyker is she.

Ohh ho. OH THATS NICE

Also Yang punched her titty. That is hilarious to me.

 BREAK, BITCH! SUFFER AND SHATTER!  In the words of the Chaplain Grimaldus; “BURN HERETIC!”

Addit; First time we see her regeneration. Seems its literally anything, she pulls herself back together using Grimm bits. Obviously shes not fully human considering that blast Yang hit her with should have liquified her organs. Makes SENSE of course.

Okay, magic seems to kinda work, she didnt like that much.

I paused at the perfect time and Yangs ass is riiigghhhttt at Oscars crotch more or less. Unintentional I know but its funny to me.

Also those sigils...like Weiss’s glyphs perhaps?

Huh. Two kinds of magic. The bright sunshiny ranbow one she used to hit Ren and Jaune, and now this void looking shadowy stuff.  So...two kinds perhaps? Creation and Destruction or...light and dark maybe is more accurate.  Makes SENSE, shes studied in both and uses both. All aspects.

Okay NOW Im seeing why RT got Jen Taylor to do Salem. We jussttt had to wait to the point she got mad enough to really start showing off.

Also Salem seems oddly unconvinced about Summer.

Awww, Emeralds crying. HOW PATHETIC

Someones gotta distract her...well this works. Again, RIP Hazel, you were pretty cool.

Homie goin ALL out on this. YEAH!

Okay, magic seems to be both, she has the void walker balls shooting rainbow light...

I like how casually Salem takes it. Seeing that Grimm ichor splatter was REAL nice though

IMMOLATIOIN OH YESSSS

Good, SHE DOES BURN!

Awwww. And it ends there. Of course it does.

Well hey maybe hes NOT dead. Albiet that looked like him passing out/getting strangled so who knows. Good news; Salem burns just like anyone else. If it feels pain you can kill it

And thats this weeks!

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Cori's Tale (Pt.1)

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I was never much for listening to the old stories they told us about monsters and humans fighting. It wasn't that I didn't care- I just had better things to do, like drawing. I had a black backpack with gold spikes for all my sketchbooks and drawing materials, I never leave home without it. The other kids at school think it's weird, I've never taken the thing off since I got it, but I like it! That's all that matters.

Oh, how rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself have I? Cori Sable, resident nonbinary disaster child. Not that it's of any consequence what my gender or lack thereof is, after all I'm only twelve years old aren't I.

But back to the important stuff! I live in a community of lots of people, it's fun, we get along pretty well when people aren't calling me names or telling me the backpack I wear is pointless and stupid and I should just get rid of it.

If I had to complain about anything, it would be the fact that no one seems to notice how many kids go missing at Mt. Ebbot every year. Every year some kid gets dared to climb it, and every year they don't come back. With the way the other kids look at each other sometimes, I worry they know exactly what they're doing when they send someone up there.

"And that's the story of how the humans were victorious in the Battle of Mt. Ebbot," the teacher closed her book, placing it on a shelf next to her. I hadnt heard a word of what she said, not that it mattered since I already had the whole thing memorized to begin with. I glared enviously at the back of the room, where teenagers sat on their phones, willingly able to ignore the story and not get in trouble. We werent allowed to get phones until we were fourteen, and even then we had to get jobs first, and recite the story of monsters vs humans. I don't think I'll ever get a phone, I'm terrible at doing work for one. For two the way everyone here tells the story of our fight seems very biased, it's almost like they didn't try to cooperate with the monsters at all, just maim and kill and lock away where no one else can find them. It's rather rude in my opinion, monsters just seem like weaker magical humans, they just look different and have a different culture, I don't see what's wrong with that.

Of course, bringing this up would be a detriment to my already tediously hanging reputation here. A kid who isn't well liked would be ill-advised to go spouting off about how monsters and humans aren't so different, about how maybe if we'd shown a little mercy we wouldn't be in this situation.

See, we used to be able to live in separate houses, used to be able to get stuff whenever we wanted. But it turns out a lot of that was because if decent trading with monsters, and of course, no monsters, no nice things. Not to mention, going through an entire war is hardly good for anyone involved, it's actually probably the worst possible event to go through. That's what led us to here, with so many orphans the human race decided "why not just make all children orphans" and took us away from our parents nearly as soon as we were born to be raised in these communities, only able to escape once we prove sufficient enough to survive on our own.

I'll probably never get out, they'll kick me out at twenty-one of course, but the problem with that is, I don't think I'll get the hang of life by then, or ever really. There's just to many things to learn! How to drive a car, how to use a phone, how to get a job, how to talk to people, it's all way to much. And with no one helping me out, I'm basically trying to operate a plane where all the buttons are the same color and the switches don't have labels.

Recess was my least favorite part of the day. I used to like it, but now I get pushed off of everything I try to use. On top of that, recess is when The Choosing happens. If you haven't figured it out yet, that's when someone gets dared to climb a giant mountain or risk being labelled a coward and ostracised, one time a kid refused and they got them kicked out entirely!

"Cori!" I heard a rough grumbling voice call my name. I turned to face the girl, her name was Ulana, and she was the one who decided what happened to all of us. Red hair braided behind her back, Jean's ripped in so many places it couldnt possibly be intentional, the only thing scarier than her was the twin brothers that always followed close behind. Sora and Pevril were oddities of their own, with Sora having black and blue eyes and Pevril being abnormally tall for a child. They were of course, only scary when around Ulana, other than that, I didn't see them as much of a threat, sometimes it even seemed like we could be friends.

"What is it, Lan," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't call me Lan," growled the girl, she was nearly a foot taller than me, and almost old enough to age out of the community to. But she was looking for a reaction, and I learned long ago that I should never give one to a bully, not if I had any self-respect.

"Right, well what do you want then?" I tilted my head to the side, focusing more on the sound of children playing in the distance than Ulana.

"I bet you can't climb Mt. Ebbot and survive," I froze for a second. I was aware I wasn't well liked, but perhaps i should've paid attention to just how deep that disdain went.

"And if I don't accept?" I said, digging my feet into the ground.

"Then I'll take that nice backpack of yours and chuck it in with the next kid, and you'll get kicked out," I wrapped my hands around the backpack straps subconsciously.

"Fine, I'll play your game, but if I do make it back, you can't send anyone else down ever again," I said, looking her directly in the eyes. There was a glint there, one I that sent shivers down my spine.

Mountains were, of course, cold, but my legs had a weird relationship with temperature. I had a blue and indigo striped hoodie on, one with little grey horns at the top, and black shorts with black boots. The ever important backpack was still tossed over my shoulders, sketchbook and art materials jostling around inside.

I reached the top of the mountain soon after, there was a crater at the center. I thought to myself for a second, whether Ulana had mentioned anything about going into the mountain, or if I could go home saying I had climbed it myself. I was in fact, so caught up in this decision, that I was caught off guard by a light shove from behind, and sent hurtling down the crater, my backpack clutched to my chest.

I landed, miraculously, in a pile of soft flowers, that seemed to cushion my fall.

I couldn't tell where I was, just that I was really far down, and the sky was really far up. I made the decision to keep walking.

After a few mere seconds of this I came across a patch of grass, where an orange tree stood at the center. I paused for a second before realizing- the tree had a face.

"Howdy! I'm Orangey, Orangey the orange tree!" It spoke, in a voice that sounded cold and calculated.

"Uh- hi- I'm Cori- the not orange not tree-" I said, doing a sort of two-finger salute in return.

"You're new to the underground arentcha?" Said Orangey, I nodded in response.

"Let me help you," suddenly something jumped out in front of me. It was glowing, different shades of pink blue and yellow faded in and out of what looked like a heart.

"This is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!" Said Orangey, he seemed unphased by the tri-color phenomenon of it.

"Your SOUL can get stronger when you gain LV, that stands for LOVE," he said. I wasnt sure that sounded right, Love didnt seem like the kind of word one would need to abbreviate.

"Down here, LOVE is shared through friendliness pellets," spinning orange shapes appeared on all sides, I eyed them suspiciously "Go on! Catch as many as you can!" Said the tree. I chose to go the opposite route, backing away as the shapes closed in on me.

The tree's expression changed, it was one of anger and hatred "Smart kid, aren't you," its voice was deeper, less calculated, more angry and bordering on psychopathic.

The pellets surrounded me on all sides, preparing to close in. The tree began to laugh, a cold and unfeeling cackle that sent a chill down my spine. The pellets were inches away from my skin, when suddenly they'd disappeared, the tree was gone. Something- no- someone- walked out if the shadows. He was tall, with white fur and horns, and a tossle of light brown hair at the top of his head, adorned with glasses, a blue shirt, khakis, and a grey cardigan.

"What a cruel creature, torturing such a poor innocent youth," he spoke in a softer voice, one that reminded me of how the guardians back at the community spoke to the younger children.

"I am Patton, caretaker of the ruins, come with me, I will keep you safe," Patton held a hand out, I accepted it after a few moments hesitation. Patton walked with me through an archway, into an elaborate structure, covered with vines and flowers. I felt something spark in me, I thought back to the sketchbooks in my backpack.

"Can I sit down for a second? That was a little scary," I said. Patton smiled and nodded, setting himself down in a pile of flowers between two sets of stairs. I sat down as well and pulled out a sketchbook, beginning to draw the things surrounding me.

"Oh! An artist!" Patton said excitedly.

I smiled and brushed it off slightly "Not so much artist as bored little kid with to much creativity," was my only reply as we sat there, trying to ignore the things my head was telling me.

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well i got home a lot earlier than i thought i would today, which i’m happy for seeing as the place was filled to the brim with people not wearing masks. like this place is normally decently busy this time of year but it was packed to the goddam brim today for some reason. anyway! i took pictures of the place for reference, and whenever i get around to carving the pumpkins we picked out i’ll share pics of that as well. this is lowkey going to be an advertisement for the place because if you ever visit the central valley you really should come around here, especially if you are/have kids it’s amazing. starting from the top.

[image description: a picture of a creek bluff. in the foreground are some ground brush cast in shadow. in the middle ground is some long yellow grasses in patchy sunlight taking up the space where a creek would run if there was rain around here (california). slightly up the hill is a small footbrigde connecting a path that goes from left to right along the side of the bluff. just behind it in the background is the side of a small hill that’s covered in the same long yellow grass from before, and the sky is clear and blue where at the top of the bluff. scattered throughout are oak trees, some small and young, and a few that are old, tall, & mighty. end image description.]

y’all are so lucky i managed to get pictures without people there were so damn many. my older brother was freaking out the entire time about catching corona (he’s nd but he’s in denial about it) and ive decided that for the sake of this post & onwards i’ll be referring to my older brother as Idon & my younger brother as Dr. Lion given that those are dumb unused nicknames we have for each other and it’s easier than referring to them as my older & younger brother all the time. anyway the whole area is set up in this lil creekbed area and normally when it’s winter & it’s not hot n stuff (twas decently hot today, tshirt shorts & no jacket weather in the sun) there’s a bit of water that runs through it. the rest of the time it’s dry and people will walk straight to it to get to the bluffside trail that features a handful of small attractions like a tiny castle, tunnel, metal slide, & other things that appeal to all the children that can fit in them. this place is basically the hotspot for any and all children in this county youve just gotta come here some time it’s so damn fun. there’s even a swinging rope bridge over the creek that leads to the bluffside trail that’s raised way up in the air and is an honestly harrowing experience for every kid who goes across it i could talk about this place for hours. i havent even brought up the train line that goes around the tree farm & things at the top of the bluff. anyway

[image description: a picture of a pumpkin patch, taken from behind a few stalks of corn. the field is full of pumpkin plants with their large, green leaves extended into the air, though there’s no pumpkins visible. there are various flowers i believe to be carnations dotted throughout the patch, in shades of  light pink, magenta, orange, and red, and a few stalks of corn also grow in the patch. in the distance a field of corn that doubles as a small maze grows off to the right, and lining the background is a row of large trees that grow along the creekbed behind them. the sky is bright blue & clear from the upper left part of the picture it can be seen in. end image description]

so one attraction of this place (one thing that gives it such an appeal to people who want aesthetic pictures for instagram & whatnot) is that they always set up little pumpkin people all over the place, taking various poses. when i say pumpkin people i mean basically scarecrows, clothing stuffed with straw & posed doing things, but with pumpkins for heads. most of them are out of the way enough that people cant mess with them but can take pictures like i did here. oh can you not see it? well let me just zoom in for you-

[image description: a zoomed in picture of the scene described above. clearly shown is a scarecrow-type figure with a pumpkin for a head standing up in the field. it’s wearing a rather nondescript grey shirt, blue jeans, and a floppy brown farmer’s hat. it’s surrounded by pumpkin plants, carnations, & corn stalks, with a corn field to the back & more large trees casting shadows to the back, as indicated above. there are also some large leaves from corn plants directly in front of the camera where it’s taking the picture, taking up a large chunk of the picture. end image description]

here it is! this is the only one i took a picture of because it was the only one i could possibly find the time to capture without it being swarmed by other people. i was really lucky to take these pictures without anyone in the background here it’s honestly hard to tell from what i’m showing but there was an obscene amount of people there, hence why we barely spent 1.5 hours there. i suspect idon’s unending stream of complaints and fretting and honest request to tell every member of our extended family that we’d have to quarantine for the next 2 weeks got us out a bit faster than we wouldve otherwise done but eh. that stuff’s especially ironic considering dr lion’s going back to physical school starting this week but hey what can ya do. we wore our masks. homemade by my mother because she had nothing better to do the first few weeks of quarantine and now i’m just rambling about my home life. moving on

[image description: a picture of a string of lightbulbs, focused on one in particular that’s completely shattered. behind, various trees, oaks being the only ones i can name, fill up almost the entire background. blue sky can be seen through the branches of a tree to the upper right portion of the picture. for the most part only the lightbubs & the tree closest to it, taking up the rightmost portion of the photo, are illuminated by the sun. end image description]

this is making me realize i didnt take many good pictures. i only took this one because ive got a story behind it but hey i’ll be coming back this winter to pick out a pine tree probably bc they double as a pine tree farm as well as a pumpkin patch and general creekbluff attraction so i can get some better pictures of the area when there’s less people. hopefully. anyway you see how that lightbulb’s broken? well i being the lil aspiring biologist i am saw a bone lying in the dirt next to our car when we were leaving and immediately picked it up. it was picked clean, almost certainly by ants or something, and i was kinda hoping it was the product of some owl because there are a lot of those in the area around the creek, but my family decided twas but the product of some other family’s picnic there. what it was doing in the parking lot i’d love to know, but i couldnt bring it with me (”that’s disgusting” it’s picked clean dirty & dusty lying in the dirt i guarantee it’s not got anyone’s dna on it any more but that of the chicken it came from) so i take a step closer to the treeline to throw it away. and then of course where does it go after i release it from my hand but directly into one of the lightbulbs hanging up by a string all along the outside of the parking lot. whoopsy. so of course i take a picture as soon as i’m done explaining it to my family & freaking out about doing actual damage to this beloved creek pumpkin patch/pine tree farm. then we have a brief argument on whether to tell the staff about it (there’s actual broken glass what else can we do) and so we drive up to the guy sitting there watching people leave, giving directions, our mom rolls down the window, and i, on the opposite side of the car from him, barely get out a proclamation along the lines of “there’s a broken lightbulb down in the parking lot with glass on the ground” he says “ok sure” and we leave. it takes me like 5 minutes to calm down from that which i dont get because we do a whole expedition up to the top of the bluff to see the construction theyre doing to the train line that theyve been working on for years & we dont even get out of the car to walk around because a. social distancing we already took off our masks & they have to be tied on it’s too much work to put it back on and b. the sheer number of cars there was menacing so we just sorta drove around and glanced down the side of the bluff to the best of our abilities. god that’s a damn paragraph. it’s been an hour. <3 i guess

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name please ? | han jisung

words ; 3,441

genre ; fluff, a bit of crack

requested ; yes, who prompt 1;iv ( @skzrequests )

warnings ; barista!reader, guitarist!jisung, like two curse words

a/n ; ok so i bent the prompt juST a lil bit but it has the same general idea and i think it turned out ok so i hope you enjoy it lovely !

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“you know y/n, one day you’re gonna have to learn how to make latte art properly,, (￣ ￣|||)” woojin complains before once again guiding your hand over the small mug which at this point is just a huge mess

“and on your own”

(￣ε￣＠) (￣ε￣＠) meanie

“you’ve been what ? working here for half a year and you still dont know how-” woojin tried to continue, but unfortunately for him, his attempt to teach you how to correctly use steamed milk has come to a crashing halt as a loud bang followed by groans was heard by the front door

you turned on your heel and headed towards the front of the counter,, trying to figure out what exactly caused the ruckus in the usually peaceful coffee shop

excluding your’s and woojin’s bickering in the back

“uhhhh excuse me ???” you ask,, carefully peering over to the giant mess that was now on the floor

“you ok sir ?” (・人・)

sprawl across the floor, carrying a guitar case, it seemed as if the stranger misinterpreted both the speed he was entering the door at and the size of the case,, cause it seemed he got caught at the door ahfjksadhfkjsa poor kid (｡╯︵╰｡)

he came dressed in some simple ripped light jeans, white t-shirt, and light jacket, plus his fluffy brown hair messily laying atop his head as if he just got out of bed

i mean who knows maybe he did

yes he did

“aH ! im um,, so sorry im late....”

after finally collecting himself the stranger stood up and picked up his guitar case,, pink tinting his face from embarrassment and like...you know... he kinda cute (*/ω＼)

no tea no shade

especially when he started messing with his already messy hair yeah there was no use trying to fix that mess but uWU LOOK AT HIS CHEEKS AND SPARKLY BROWN EYES AHHH !!!! (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

woah woah there cool in y/n he just walked in

it’s not your fault he just happens to be absolutely adorable

but maybe it would be best to stop staring at him,,,, 

when the boy started walking towards the counter you found yourself quickly shuffling behind woojin, who was now confused, as you pushed him up front to handle with the newcomer,,  

CAUsE SORRY BUT THERE WAS NO WAY YOU WERE GOING TO BE GETTING THROUGH A FULL CONVERSATION WITHOUT MAKING A FOOL OF YOURSELF SO WHY DONT WE STOP THAT POSSIBILITY NOW

“hi so i was hired a couple days ago to play a few nights a week ?? this is the right place yeah ? im sure i got the address right....if n-”

woojin interrupted his ramblings before he could continue any further,, bless him

“ oh !! so thats who the boss was talking about !! yeah let me just head back to make eveything’s in order, um y/n can you get him a drink or something ?”

walking away from you he left you completely exposed,, giving the other boy across from you an awkward laugh you grabbed woojin’s shirt quickly to stop him from leaving

“woojin you didnt tell me we were getting a new guitarist !!” you whispered harshly

“ᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ”

“well sorry i didnt think it was important ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

“does our friendship mean nothing to you”

woojin laughs quietly as he walks through the the door leaving you alone with the cafe’s new guitarist who just so happens to be looking like a whole ass model

“so um,, ” you started nervously,, mAN who thought this one person you make you so fLUSTERED JHASKKSAFKL

“want anything to drink ?”

after staring at menu up on the wall for a couple seconds the guitarist gave you a small smile JHFJKAGJISFIJEHUIGH before nodding his head

“sure can i have an iced latte ?”

out of habit you immediately asked “name please ?”

“oh you know... just your friendly neighborhood squirrel”

(・・ ) ? (・・ ) ? (・・ ) ?

you eyed the boy who was now leaning up against the counter smiling to himself

“i- oh come on wh-”

“thats the name,, you better write it down”

sighing to yourself you carefully wrote it down,, not necessarily sure if you even need to but who cares

as the musician pulled out his wallet to pay you put up your hand to stop him

cause no way you were letting this cute boy pay for his drink

plus he’s an employee as well

“it’s on the house”

“no please let me pay for it ( `ε´ )”

“nope”

so without anyone else there to help, you stepped away from the register and started prepare this strange guitarist’s drink

quietly laughing to yourself as you do so

moments later woojin walks back through the door and out from behind the counter and motions for mystery boy to follow him towards the small stage the cafe had

it was small and shoved into a corner, all wooden as most of the cafe was and it was covered with many different plants and decorated with fairy lights

vv aesthetic if you do say so yourself

then in the center of it was a stool and microphone for performer to set up with and use when they were performing

a couple months ago you had a band play here on friday’s so you had some other equipment in the back but it seemed unnecessary for a simple acoustic guitar 

you watched as the boy looked at the fairy lights and the actually quiet beautiful set up in awe

the musician started to unpack his guitar case as you finished off his drink and started walking towards the stage where woojin was showing him where everything was

“you know now that i really think about it ‘squirrel’ kinda suits you”

the sparkly eyed boy laughed as you handed him his drink,, unknowing of what you should say you ended up standing there awkwardly for a few seconds before  realizing there was another customer back at the register

“ah- i should,, probably go” you said jabbing your thumb towards the counter before awkwardly heading back

what was tHAT AHHH !! STOP BEING SO WEIRD Y/N OK

ITS REALLY NOT YOUR FAULT HIS HAIR JUST LOOKS PERFECT AND HIS EYES ARE BRIGHT AND HIS SMILES CUTE AND OK TIME TO STOP NOPE NOPE NOPE

you dont even know his name....(｡•́︿•̀｡) (｡•́︿•̀｡) (｡•́︿•̀｡)

lil thot wont give it to you

but thats ok

if he wants to play it like this then thats fINE

you can deal with that

hopefully....

by the time you had finished helping out the other customer you started to hear the sweet sound of an acoustic guitar being played throughout the coffee shop

“you know he’s not half bad,,,”

woojin had returned from helping the musician get settled and soon found his regular spot on a stool in the corner

“yeah,, he’s pretty good isn’t he”

and then a few minutes later you found yourself completely absorbed in the brunette’s angelic voice filling the shop, his guitar only making it even more beautiful

your staring was soon interrupted by woojin pushing you off to the side so he could help a lady who had walked in about a minute ago,, which you hadn’t realized (＞﹏＜) oops

“y/n would you like to go take your break ?”

(´♡‿♡`)  (´♡‿♡`)  (´♡‿♡`)

!!!!!

“ can i ???”

woojin motioned you to go once again,, and as you were already so distracted it wouldn’t have made much of a difference

you found yourself sitting at an empty table in the corner,, you’ve heard some other guitarists perform many times in your life but this one takes the cake

you’re not too sure what it is about him but,,, he just looked and sounded so sincere with every word he sang ??? the guitar and him looked like they were a single creature,, knowing exactly how to work as one

it was just really beautiful

he was playing a cover of a song you’ve heard a few times before called ‘better days’ by jaie,, he also seemed to have ended up adding some extra elements to fit his voice better and overall it made an incredible impact

almost everyone else in the cafe had their eyes on the musician singing up front who looked so immersed in his music there would’ve been no time for stage fright

“i’ve had my better days, and you’ve had your better days too” he sang quietly

soon after the song had ended there was a light applause from the customers in the coffee shop,, including you who soon.... realized that you need a paycheck....

yeah ok the cute boy is gonna have to wait we gotta get that bread kids

(╥_╥) (╥_╥)

after making the short walk back to your position behind the counter where woojin found his spot once again on his stool until he had to go make up some drinks you started to hear an acoustic version of million dollar man by lana del rey flow through the cafe

it was simple and elegant and you felt kinda sad you couldnt sit and watch :(((((

there was only a couple hours left before you had to close up so you guess it wasnt that bad,, at least you got to listen to some pretty music during the normally slow and quiet closing shift

honestly at this rate you might fall asleep if the guitarist kept the atmosphere this peaceful,, i mean you weren’t complaining bUT THAT PROBABLY WOULDN’T LOOK GOOD TO THE BOSS

so instead you ended up reading for the most of the time until all the customers had all left and woojin had begun wiping down tables and sweeping floors as mystery boy packed up his guitar and papers

then after you finished cleaning up the counter and throwing all the trash out back you collected your own belongings and changed back into your own plain jeans and sweatshirt before clocking out for the day

as you headed back towards the front you saw woojin talking to the unnamed guitarist and waved at the pair before finally walking out the door and into the early spring air

“bye jinnie !! i’ll see you tomorrow !”

nodding his head woojin continued to chat with the brunette as you started heading down the block and towards your apartment

man,,, why did he have to be so cute ??! >:((((

its not fAIR HE DIDNT EVEN TELL YOU HIS NAME HES MEANNN

(ノ_<、) you’ll have to get it from him tomorrow

aAAH even if it’s the last thing you have to do

ok so maybe you went to sleep thinking about the sparkly eyed boy who played beautiful guitar and had an aMAZING voice but like ajdhjsahd who wouldn’t

the next day was mainly the same,,, you had your regulars and a few newcomers who just so happened to be in the neighborhood and stopped in for a drink

and of course the guitarist walked back into the shop a little after 4,, this time slightly more put together 

his hair was styled a bit and looked even better but how the fuck is that possible,, today he was also wearing a leather jacket over a yellow hoodie and black jeans

although you hadn’t realized he’d come in yet ahjksfhasdjk

but when you finally looked up you were pleasantly surprised

but jeSUS HI YOU’VE SEEN WHAT AN ANGEL LOOKS LIKE BYE YOU CAN GO TO HELL NOW YEET 

“what are you a ninja ? ”

“yes y/n,, i am in fact a ninja ”

“hEY WHY DO YOU KNOW MY NAME >:CCCCCC”

its nOT FAIR hE JUST- HNGGG

“it’s on your name tag”

“oh yeah”

you slightly pouted at the boy in front of you who had become slightly amused by your reaction,, you were cute uwu

“and what would you like today ?” you proceeded as you tried to keep the conversation going

“hmm how about a cappuccino”

he responded after a couple of seconds

“nO i cANT DO THE FANCY ART THINGYYY (╥﹏╥)”

you sighed once again before talking out a paper cup sharpie in hand

“and name ?”

"you said it yourself,,, im a ninja”

you laughed again before rolling your eyes as you scribbled down ‘ninja’ on the cup

“you’re funny you know that ?”

the male shrugged his shoulders and picked up his guitar case once again

“actually no beCAUSE MY JOKES ARE NEVER APPRECIATED” 

he then laughs hysterically before heading back towards the lit stage,, leaving you puzzled

“heY uM woojin ????” you needed to find that man to help do the steamed milk,,, or maybe the whole drink all together

luckily he just came back from his break when you shoved the paper cup into his hands

“ninja ?”

“dont ask. pretty art. make. plEASE ? (ಥ﹏ಥ)” you had started tugging on your friends sleeve because you just really didnt want to give a cute boy a cappuccino without pretty art on it :(((

“fine fine fine,, but this is the LAST time,,, im teaching you this weekend i swear...”

“woojin i loveeeee youuuu” (´ ε ` )♡

“(￢_￢) i know”

minutes later after the musician had gotten set up and with his pretty decorated cappuccino the sweet sound of his voice and guitar filled the air,, having all other customers in the room turn their heads to find exactly where it was coming from

especially as he started doing a cover of instagram by dean,, which was yA KNOW AMAZING

he continued to play for a couple hours until you had to close up,, although every so often he ended up glancing your way,, to find that you were also watching he quickly turned away as he felt his face heat up (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) 

lucky you,, he didnt see you freak out at the exact same time

and thats basically how it went every day for a while

the still unnamed guitarist would walk in some time after 4, ordered a drink and then played for a couple hours before it was time to close up

nothing out of the ordinary

i mean maybe nOT GIVING HIS NAME 

CAUSE GODDAMNIT YOU’RE GETTING ANNOYED BY ALWAYS WRITING SOME RANDOM NAME ON HIS CUP

HE CUTE OK YOU WANNA KNOW HIS NAME AHHHH

oh why dont you ask, you question ????

YOU’VE TRIED

“ok real name this time”

“y/n i’ve already told you”

ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ NO

“well tell me again”

“yeah i decided that it changed today”

sighing you completely gave up on this argument and motioned back to the sharpie in your hand 

“kermit the frog.” he said before crossing his arms in a fake pout

“fuck you i love kermit the frog”

“oh i didn’t know you loved me”

((╬◣﹏◢)) aAHHHH NDHFJKJK WHY CANT HE JUST LEAVE YOUR HEART ALONE ALREADY HUH

“nO I- HNGG T^T ....φ(・∀・*)”

you once again angrily scribbled down this boys fake name,, damn you just wanted to knoW AHHH !!! (╥﹏╥)

those were days where five minute arguments were involved with the name picking yet there were others that lasted only 30 seconds

“ __〆(￣ー￣ ) and name please ?”

“ironman”

“yeah no im just leaving this here today”

so after a couple weeks it was just a thing between the two of you

it was your bit per-say

ok maybe you have a tiny crush on the guy but like ???? who wouldn’t ???? he’s just AHhfhasjkf 

words cant properly explain it

the two of you clicked almost immediately and you dont feel as if it would be completely wrong to call him a friend

except most friends know each other’s name...so there’s that bit to work out

iF HE WOULD JUST GIVE IT TO YOU

so after a month of random names on paper cups you had a mission today to get this cute boy’s name on his drink today >:(

“ok please please please please please please your name????” 

he gave you another one of his bright smiles before simply saying “han”

(￣_￣)・・・ “han what?”

“just han”

(¯ . ¯٥) the lil liar

you know it’s a last name you’re nOT STUPID

“it’s my stage name”

“＼＼٩(๑`^´๑)۶／／ WELL THAT DOESN’T COUNT”

“TOO BAD Y/N”

you pouted once again at your failed attempt to get his real name,,, the meanie,,, why does he tease you like this >:ccc

but you gotta get paid so you grumpily write down his stage name on the cup as he walked over to the stage

“get his name yet ?” woojin comes up from behind you as you hand him the cup

“no :((( bUT why cant you tell me ????”

“i’ve been sworn to secrecy”

“wHY IS KEEPING A NAME A SECRET” you argue as you watch woojin prepare the drink

“because he finds you cute when you get flustered like this”

“bECAUSE IT’S JUST A NAME LIKE- wait what (・・ ) ”

“oops that was another secret soRRy”

you turned back around and grabbed your friends shoulders and shook him probably a bit too violently

“WOOJIN YOU DONT KEEP THINGS LIKE THIS FROM YOUR BEST FRIEND OK WE HAVE A PACT”

“what pact ?????”

“it was an unspoken pact.”

“thEN HOW AM I- you know what never mind i shouldn’t question your insanity” he waved you off so he could finish making ‘han’s drink leaving you both flustered and confused behind the counter as his guitar soon started filling the empty sounding coffee shop

about two hours later there only remained a few other people left so you decided to take your break for the evening as by now there probably wouldnt be much to do

soon a new song had started playing throughout the cafe and your head turned to see the guitarist giving you a shy smile

it was one you had never heard before so the gentle acoustic guitar and han’s comforting voice drew you back towards one of the shop’s tables where you then sat until all other customers ended up leaving

as the two of you were completely unaware of woojin cleaning up the shop, han continued playing and you continued listening to the mystery song before woojin shouted from the back room, forcing you to break eye contact and awkwardly smile at the guitarist

“y/n im clocking you out ok ?!” 

“ ok !!” you shouted back before once again turning towards han who was now packing up his case

“what was that last song?”

he muscician scratched the back of his neck before laughing sightly

“uhh it was an original although i haven’t actually titled it yet,, i just wanted to test it out”

“oh wow !! well it was really good, you have my approval ☆⌒(≧▽° )”

“woah really ? thank you that mean a lot...”

(・人・) (・人・) (・人・)

ok woojin it would be great if you could just walk in here and break the awkward silence by now hnNG

“jisung”

∑(O_O;)

“sorry what ??”

“han jisung,,, thats my name”

(O.O)(O.O)

“i think you deserve it by now”

Σ(°ロ°) Σ(°ロ°) Σ(°ロ°)

“aWE A CUTE NAME FOR A CUTE BOY LOOK-”

oh shit (o_O)

well you certainly did not mean to say that out loud

“oops sorry heheheheh”

jisung was GONE

this barista who he had been secretly pining over for a month just called him cute all his insides are just HJSADHKJAKDSA

help the poor boy

his stomach is doing flips as we speak

i mean he couldn’t just leave it as is 

cOME ON WHERE’S YOUR CONFIDENCE  ヾ(。＞＜)シ

“so um,, does that mean i can take you out to coffee sometime ?”

(;;;*_*) (;;;*_*)

“although unless you dont want to-”

“yes.”

“i get that like you kinda just learned my name”

“yes.”

“not too sure why that was kept a secret so long but- what?”

“jisung 1. ahhh cute name, 2. yes, i’d love to (／。＼)”

jisung gave you another one of his adorable bright smiles that felt as if it could light up a whole room,, which is did as always,, although this time he looked almost even happier

and for once you went to sleep without racking your brain for ideas as to what his name could be

-

bonus ;

“although if you give them something other than your name i will leave”

“y/n” 

“like did me saying ‘name please ?’ cause you to freak out or something ?? honestly i’m very curious”

“wELL when it just so happens to be someone looking very cute...yes i did,,,,”

“aWWEEE JISUNG” 

[taintjisung]

[17:31] minsung

kinks: first time, nipple play, a little oral

words: 3592

top: jisung

enjoy some cute awkward minsung <3

“let’s watch running man,” minho smiled to himself, reaching for the remote.

“i’m watching this,” jisung protested, grabbing it back. “it’s funny.”

minho scoffed. “how do you enjoy a comedy show with subtitles? it’s all about the expressions, the inflections, the—“

“speak english,” jisung shrugged arrogantly, and minho narrowed his eyes, trying to get the remote back. jisung’s grip was firm, though, and the two playfully wrestled for the device. minho was standing slightly over jisung, and he put one knee down on the couch to hold his balance. jisung, seeing a window, yanked the remote back, and accidentally pulled minho into his lap, the boy sitting directly above his...

oh, god, he was hard. or, semi? minho couldn’t tell, he could just feel jisung’s... pushing...

“u-um,” minho laughed awkwardly. “you can have the, uh...”

jisung’s hands came to minho’s sides, the remote falling onto the couch as he held him in place where he was straddling him.

both boys were beyond nervous as minho, as hesitantly and un-smoothly as he possibly be, reached down to kiss his boyfriend. it’s not that they hadn’t kissed before, they certainly had. made out, even. it was that minho had never straddled jisung before, and jisung had never held his hips like that before. both of them knew the underlying motive there as they deepened the kiss, minho awkwardly apologising as he bit the younger boy’s lip.

“i, um...” jisung slid his hands beneath minho’s shirt a tad, “i liked that.”

minho grinned and took the boy’s bottom lip between his teeth again, hands starting to roam his body as well.

jisung pulled minho closer suddenly, and his crotch collided with his thigh, making him let out a sharp gasp. he groaned and rolled his hips against his again, growing more frustrated that their clothes restricted him from finding the right place to push down on. even more so that jeans hurt to be so hard in, especially so quickly. and as jisung’s lips questioningly touched his neck, he knew what he wanted.

“jisung, i wanna go all the way,” minho breathed into the kiss, and jisung smirked; “i figured.”

“shut up,” minho mumbled shyly, and jisung rolled his eyes, standing him back up off the couch.

“come on, let’s take this to the bedroom.”

minho followed him like a puppy and tackled him onto the bed, and jisung immediately flipped them over and started eagerly kissing down his neck.

“calm down baby, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in years,” he laughed.

“sorry, i’m just...” he reached for the hem of minho’s shirt, “excited. really excited, i didn’t think you’d be ready so soon.”

for a moment the sexual tension was gone and the two shared a sweet kiss, remembering why they were here in the first place. they weren’t just boyfriends; they were best friends, lovers, and as awkward this first time was indefinitely going to be they got to share it with each other, and that’s all that mattered now.

minho sat up slightly to let jisung pull his shirt off, then did the same to him, and they shivered at the cold air on their exposed skin as they searched for the warmth in each other’s.

jisung had an idea. he brought his hand against minho’s chest and gently pressed the pads of his fingertips onto his right nipple. minho let out a soft gasp, and jisung put more pressure, taking the hardening bud between his fingers. his lips left minho’s and slowly trailed along his chin, down his neck, and the elder prepared for what he knew was coming; jisung wrapped his pretty pink lips around his nipple, and minho’s hands grabbed at jisung’s hair in response. he had no idea he liked it, but with the way jisung’s mouth worked so almost professionally he couldnt help but reach to unbutton his jeans, sliding the zipper down as he reached below the fabric to palm himself.

“feels that good, huh?” jisung grinned, hands roaming minho’s chest firmly. “stay right here, i’ll go get the, um... stuff.”

minho hummed in response and jisung hurried to the bathroom, his heart racing faster than his feet. he grabbed onto the edge of the sink, eyes darting around for which cabinet had what he was looking for. he jumped up onto the toilet lid and opened the cupboard above it, reaching toward the back. beneath the first aid kit was the box he was looking for; it was rather fancy and still unopened, a gift from chris as he saw them making out on the couch. he’d gotten embarrassed and simply said, “stay safe,” before leaving the room with red cheeks.

jisung grinned as the memory ran over in his head, and he pressed his uncut nail into the tape to break it in half before opening the top. inside was a set of condoms and a little bottle of lube which he took, leaving the empty box on the sink.

he stopped right before the door, taking in a deep breath to calm himself. then, he opened the door again and headed inside.

his mouth fell open as he took in what he was seeing. minho’s pants were already on the floor as he slowly moved two fingers inside himself, face flushed with an expression of utter bliss across his red cheeks.

“hy-hyung,” jisung breathed, head in a knot between embarrassment and eagerness, feeling himself grow in his pants as he approached the bed. minho’s eyes followed him, opening more as he came closer, but his legs stayed closed nervously. he watched jisung’s eyes as his knees brought him up onto the bed, not breaking eye contact both from the tension and from the amazement. the amazement he felt with the way jisung’s eyes changed. the way they transformed from their beautiful, deep, chocolate shade into a dark, lustful black, barely reflecting any light as the items in his hand dropped onto the bed, his hands coming to his knees.

“open,” he demanded, and minho’s face grew hotter as he stopped moving. “are you scared?”

minho nodded, lips parted slightly as he drew in a shaky breath. “i-i’m nervous.”

“don’t worry,” jisung soothed, eyes down at his finger as he ran it slowly along minho’s knee. “i’ll make you feel so good you’ll regret being so nervous. i’ll make you see stars if you let me.”

minho let go of the hold through his thighs and jisung grinned with a soft, “good boy,” before gently pushing them apart, taking in an eyeful of what he had to work with.

what he had to work with was probably the prettiest dick he’d ever seen. it was so small, barely four inches, but grew by the moment in his hand. the head was so pretty and pink, the shaft not overly veiny or thick. he rubbed his thumb over it as he marvelled at the sight, really taking in what he saw.

“stop staring,” minho spoke softly, pulling his knees up shyly, but jisung held them in place.

“minnie...” he cooed. “your cock is so pretty. stop hiding it. let me see.”

minho obeyed and jisung leant down. “may i?” he asked simply, and as the boy nodded, he gently parted his lips over the head, taking it into his mouth and enjoying the taste. it was sweet and warm where it sat on his tongue, and he closed the space further that minho clearly reacted well to. as he reached up and closed his fingers around his nipple once again, he could practically see the shivers run up his body; he let out a shaky gasp, back arching off the bed slightly as he grabbed onto his boyfriend’s hair, so desperate, so needy for more.

jisung couldn’t help but smile at how pretty minho sounded. and to think how they got here, minho’s first words to jisung being mocking his accent. nothing romantic like most couples, something that should have put a negative sticker right onto minho’s forehead, but it didn’t. jisung heard that minho tended to act cold to new people and it was his goal to make him open up and find what was inside. and it was by far his best decision; what was inside was a shy, sensitive little boy who loved cuddling and baking and kittens. and here, taking the sensitive part to its extreme as he moaned so loudly for jisung, moans that made his stomach do flips, his knees turn to jelly, that made him so unbelievably hard it hurt to be dressed any longer.

how sensitive he seemed combined with that he had been fingering himself prior, he knew the cute boy would cum too quickly for his liking this way anyway. he released with a pop, watching as minho replaced his mouth with his hand, and got to his knees on the bed in front of him as he unbuttoned his jeans.

“i wanna, i wanna,” minho breathed, pushing his hands away and touching the button himself. his mouth came to the fabric and with his teeth he removed the button, bringing down the zipper the same way. with both hands he pulled the jeans down, then eagerly advanced to his pants. he placed his open mouth right on top of the bulge that protruded the cute paw print boxers, and jisung had enough. he removed both the articles and threw them to the floor, and in moments he had minho pinned down by the wrists.

“you’re taking so long it aches.”

“you don’t like foreplay, do you?” minho hummed, and jisung smirked in response; “i can’t wait to fuck you, don’t make me.”

he eagerly reached for the condom he’d grabbed and tore open the package— he ripped it. stuttering, he put his foot down on the floor, about to turn back to grab another when minho grabbed it out of his hand and threw it across the room.

“you’re clean, i’m clean, no one can get pregnant, and you’re gonna keep breaking them with how much testosterone is in your goddamn system,” minho laughed. “do it raw, pussy.”

minho wasn’t usually so assertive. jisung’s lips were parted in shock as his eyes moved back to him from the broken condom on the floor, and he gulped as he steadied himself back onto the bed.

he lined himself up against minho’s entrance. “ready?”

“lube,” he reminded, and jisung stuttered out an embarrassed, “right,” as he reached for the bottle that sat beside his foot. he accidentally poured too much onto his hand, a bit spilling onto minho, who gasped at how cold it was on his bare skin.

“sorry, sorry!” jisung quickly apologised, and minho covered his face with both hands. they knew the first time would be awkward, but this was just painful. especially with the gross squelching sound the lube made as jisung practically slapped it onto himself, but his cute laughter lightened the air. calmed minho, who laughed too, and calmed him in return.

“now?” he grinned, and minho laughed again gently, “now.”

his smile fell as jisung slowly pushed inside of him, and his eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure. he’d only fingered himself before, and two fingers felt nothing like jisung’s entire size filling him up to the brim. it felt so warm and soft, his shaft so firm as it shoved against his tight walls that in response closed around him.

“does it feel okay?” jisung asked gently, and they shared a few silent breaths before minho nodded; “you can move.”

jisung nodded and slowly pulled away, freezing as he saw the expression on minho’s face twist into a tenser one, that which looked almost in pain.

“are you okay? does it hurt?” he started to worry, almost regret this, but minho wrapped his legs around his waist and pulled him back.

“just keep going,” he breathed, and jisung hesitantly obeyed, pulling out and pushing back in again. he couldn’t stand minho’s expression and closed his eyes, leaning forward to grab him by the hips.

it felt so good, like nothing else he’d ever felt. his body knew it was the one and only lee minho, and it was as if every positive switch in his body flipped. he was in utter euphoria, unable to shake the fuzzy feeling as he took in the texture and feel of every bit of minho’s hot, wet skin, the way it throbbed and pulsed around his aching cock, this feeling he’d been craving forever, ever since he met him... it felt as if his every need were being filled, his every desire, all that he craved for directly below him.

“-sung!”

jisung didn’t even realise minho had been calling his name, it had all felt too good for him to hear. he froze, eyes opening as he looked down at him worried.

“god, don’t stop! you were going so fucking slow,” he panted. “just— just fuck me already, god!”

“o-oh,” jisung turned redder as he went back to thrusting into him, this time with more speed. he easily found a rhythm they both liked and minho’s moans grew, especially as jisung rolled his hips rather than hitting straight on.

“do that again, do it again,” minho groaned, and jisung did, watching the pleasure come clear atop his beautiful, rose cheeks. he couldn’t help but reach up and cup his hot cheek, smiling at its temperature knowing the reason. especially as the boy’s eyes opened enough to look up at his boyfriend ever so lovingly that jisung wished he could capture forev—

he reached above minho’s head to the desk behind the bed and with a bit of a stretch he grabbed his phone.

“look at me, baby,” he cooed, and as minho repeated the expression, he snapped a photo. “so beautiful... you’re so fucking pretty.”

jisung tossed the phone back onto the desk and leant forward to kiss minho, and as he did the boy cried out and grabbed onto his waist.

“fuck, jisung!”

“oh, god, did i hurt you?” he panicked, movements idle once again.

“no, no, the spot, you hit the spot, fuck!” he cried, grabbing for jisung in every way he could think to do. his hands were grabbing him everywhere, his legs tangled with the other’s pulling him forward.

“again, again, i need more, fuck, please,” he rambled, rocking his body forward needily. jisung grinned with this power he now had, knowing where exactly minho’s prostate was and how to make him absolutely braindead just by hitting it.

he rolled his hips forward in the right direction and minho moaned so loudly, digging his nails into the boy’s back. it hurt; his nails weren’t filed all the way down, but the pain felt so fucking good to jisung. it made him want to go harder, as he did, fucking his lover painfully slowly, not much faster than before but with much more force as he took a slow build to ram against his prostate with every thrust.

god, was minho loving it. with every thrust he cried out again, and a beautiful string of curses, begs, straight up wordless gibberish, all followed by jisung’s name, all spilt out of his pink lips, his eyes teary as he tried to keep eye contact with him. he could barely keep his reddened eyes open, feeling them roll back every time their bodies moved together, and after a bit he gave up. his lashes fluttered closed as his brows shoved together high on his forehead, and his mind had gone entirely blank aside from the overwhelming pleasure that was running through his body as jisung once again began to play with his sensitive little buds, his mouth now connecting with the soft skin on his neck, sucking dark marks into his nape. as he found the right vein to push on, minho could have sworn he mistook the ceiling lights for stars, never having felt that much pleasure in— well, forever. he felt like his brain was going to explode as he felt every feeling possible, but nothing legible or understandable in his completely blackened mind. he was completely braindead as he knew no words aside from “please” and “jisung”, moaning the two over and over threaded between desperate noises, every sound going straight through jisung’s spine and to his dick as he picked up his speed further, going from slow teasing into hard fucking and minho barely seemed to notice, not even as jisung finished inside of him, and he was so overwhelmed by the sensations that had tears streaming down his red face the younger couldn’t stop until he’d finished, too, thrusting the thick, creamy substance back into him.

he suddenly tensed, pulling jisung closer as he squeezed his thighs together, practically screaming out as his hot cum painted jisung’s chest, dripping back down onto himself.

“don’t stop, don’t stop,” he cried, and though cautious at first, jisung obeyed, grabbing onto his hips and eventually finding himself fucking him so aggressively, almost using him like a sex toy. he was far too sensitive having just cum himself he couldn’t take this slowly; he, too, practically lost any thought at all as he fucked everything into minho, getting out all of his emotion in his thrusts. he lost all rhythm, pace, and posture as he sloppily, carelessly shoved himself inside of the bottom, solely determined to make them both finish a second time. which, minho did, almost on cue of jisung’s thought, but he showed no mercy in chasing his own. minho grabbed onto the bedpost, barely able to handle it, and in no time the very sight of him all fucked out, covered in his own fresh cum, jisung couldn’t take it any longer and froze as he came as deep inside minho as he could reach, buried all the way to his balls and holding in place as the cum began to ooze back out of him and onto the bedsheets.

the two froze in place for a moment, just their heavy breathing out of sync as they came down from their highs.

“clean up later,” minho eventually mumbled, exhaustedly reaching for his lover. “dont pull out. just lay with me.”

it took a bit of work for jisung to duck behind minho’s leg and spoon him without pulling out, especially with the two so sensitive, but he managed, arms wrapping around his hot, nude body as it slowly cooled in his arms.

minho felt jisung soften inside of him and smiled at the feeling of the two of them so close, close in a way they couldn’t copy with anybody else.

“i’m gonna marry you someday,” jisung impulsively spoke, but minho was already fast asleep and drooling on his arm. he laughed lovingly and with his foot he grabbed the blanket waiting at the base of the bed, pulled it up over them, and snuggled his chin into the boy’s neck, quickly falling asleep as well.

[angrylizardjacket]

ask your destiny to dance [6] {Roger Taylor}

[masterpost]

“What are you doing here?” Ash’s voice is hostile, and Roger waits with his snare in his arms, just around the corner of the building. He’s not following her, or at least, he didn’t mean to; he’s just packing up his drums, like he did after every show. Sure he was a bit earlier than usual but that didn’t mean anything.

“Sweet girl, I wanted to see you.” The voice is teasing, like she should have know this already, masculine, low, and it makes Roger nauseous. Finally he peers around the edge of the building and catches a better glimpse of the man from the bar, who is now standing less than a foot from a tense and confused Ash who leans against the door to the bar.

“You- why?” Already her voice has softened, but it seems he still makes her uncertain, if the tense set of her shoulders is anything to go by. But then the man’s reaching out, resting his hands on her upper arms. “You’re not mad at me?” She asks, relaxing under his touch, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes. Something in Roger’s gut twists at the sight.

“Of course not, baby girl.” He’s got her accent, Roger realises, and something in his chest tightens as the man places his hands on her shoulders coaxing her away from the door so he can wrap her up in a hug. Roger can see her trembling as she hugs him back, a soft confusion written all over face. “I’ve missed you.” He tells her, voice a murmur, but in the crisp, night air, it’s loud enough that even Roger hears.

“Why are you here, Gus?” Ash is the one who steps back, out of his grip, leaning back against the door. Roger can see her hands shake when she pulls half a cigarette from her breast pocket.

“I wanted to see you again, make sure you’re okay.” And the man, Gus, takes her hands, gently taking the cigarette stub and throwing it away before he laces his fingers with hers. She doesn’t even protest.

“And Kira?” She’d asked, voice so soft that Roger almost didn’t catch it, and the man in question shook his head with a smile as he leaned in, murmuring something that only she could hear, pressing kiss to her cheek.

“Oh, my sweet girl, you look so good.” He mused, voice growing a little louder, stepping back to admire her, and though Roger wants to gag at his tone, syrupy and full of obviously fake revere. Ash actually giggles, and not insincerely. “As beautiful as the day I met you.”

“You think so?” Voice uncharacteristically young and hopeful, it’s so unlike her that Roger’s pushed to the end of his patience, and rounds the corner with his drum in hand, not even acknowledging the pair as he heads for his van, though the way Ash jumps back from the man as if he’d burned her, it does little to ease the discomfort in Roger’s chest.

“Hi!” Suddenly flustered, Ash moves around Gus to stand between him and Roger. He’s not really sure why she’s bothered, there’s so much distance between the back door and the van, but he thinks it might be so that they look less suspicious. It’s not working.

“Hey.” Roger says, tone clipped as he says it, fumbling for his keys as he opens the back doors of the van.

“This is, uh, August.” She’s aware of how strange it sounds, how guilty her words come out, and when Roger’s sat his drum inside the van, he finally turns to get a good look at the man. The man with a hand on Ash’s shoulder, making direct, unflinching eye contact with Roger, smirking.

“August, this is Roger, he’s in the band.” There’s a waiver to her voice that Roger doesn’t like, and he can’t bring himself to smile at her. Everything feels so wrong, and Ash looks so guilty, like she’s been caught red handed.

He’s handsome by any definition, but not by Ash’s usual one. High cheek bones, hair gelled up into a neat quiff with a few sparing grey strands running through it that only served to make him look more distinguished, as did the dark, well groomed stubble on his jaw. He looks to be in his late 40s, in a pressed, well tailored suit, and shoes that Roger would consider too formal for even an explicitly formal event, so out of place in the dingy, pub setting. And his hand is still on Ash’s shoulder.

Roger doesn’t want to think about why it puts him on edge, just knows that it does. August takes long, deliberate strides before he reaches Roger, holding out his hand.

“August Reid.” His smile was sharp, and when Roger took his hand, he held it a little too tight, a show of dominance. “You guys played very well.” It’s the least sincere compliment Roger’s ever received; he wants nothing more than to punch August in his smug face.

“Roger.” After a beat, he leaned against the edge of the van, crossing his arms. “So how do you know Ash?”

“Ashley.” August correct automatically, and Roger can see the way Ash flinches out the corner of his eye, still looking a little mortified, avoiding looking at both of them. August doesn’t see it, his smile widens just a little bit, all sharp teeth. “I taught her back at Saint Andrew’s, I thought I’d stop in while I was in town.” 

“He was my Art History professor.” Ash confirms from behind him, and Roger freezes where he’s looking at her. He’s never seen her like this before, demure, shy; she’s always consciously made an effort to appear larger than life, to compensate for her size and sweet looks, but now she looks so young. She can’t even bring herself to meet his gaze, but he can tell she doesn’t know he saw their earlier exchange, if she did know, he thinks she probably wouldn’t be so honest about that.

“Oh,” is all Roger can say, before he snaps out of it, moving past where August is trying to be intimidating, up to Ash who’s leaning against the back door, “Rocket, can you move, I’m trying to pack up.” She doesn’t even fight him on it, tell he can walk around the front the same way as he got here. With the door opens, he hesitates, reaches out to touch her arm, and when she looks at him her expression is surprised as he tilts his head in a silent question, asking if she’s okay.

“What?” She snaps, frowning and shifting out of his grip, a spark of her old fire returning. Roger’s moment of softness receded with his eye roll and he lets the door slam closed behind him. Part of him knows that August was watching the exchange. By the time he’s pulled down the rest of his equipment and is ready to haul it out, Ash is behind the bar, cheery as ever, and August is nowhere to be found.

“I thought you were studying fashion.” Brian muses into the balmy night air. The band had stayed until last call, intrigued about the newcomer, waiting until Ash was taking out the trash for the night to ask her, the four of them chatting around the van, Mary looking quite tired and leaning against Freddie, but enjoying their company..

“I am.” Ash agreed, seemingly back to her old self now that August had left, grinning like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “This isn’t my first go at uni.” She admitted, and Freddie nodded, passing Mary his lit cigarette.

“I thought he was a talent scout or something; he’s well dressed.” Brian half smiled, and Ash chuckled, shaking her head at him, smile bright. "What was his name?” He asked, and Ash looked a little shocked, looking to Roger, who was suddenly avoiding her gaze.

“Rog didn’t tell you guys?” She asked, smile fading a little into confusion, and Roger snorted out a laugh.

“Told them he seemed like a prick.” He scoffed around his cigarette, and Ash flushed, frowning at him.

“Oi, don’t be mean, Rog! It’s just how he is, he’s always been a bit of a-” and for the barest moments they lock eyes and Ash turns a hilarious shade of pink, they both somehow know what she was about to say, he’s always been a bit of a dominant one, but she can’t bring herself to say those words out loud. She doesn’t want to say it for how it would sound, how it would make the others suspicious, but she knows Roger already is, even if she doesn’t know the full extent; it would be funny if the implication didn’t make Roger’s stomach turn, “a bit of an alpha male, you know.” After a beat, she clears her throat. “But yeah, Doctor Reid is my old Art History professor.”

It doesn’t escape Roger the way she doesn’t say his first name.

“What made you change your mind?” Mary yawns, passing the cigarette back to Freddie, and Ash fixes her with a fond smile. Since Freddie had introduced the women, they’d become fast friends, and Roger had never seen anyone as ready to fight as Ash when the dudes start leering at Mary.

“This was the only place that I could do what I wanted to.” And it sounds so honest that Roger’s tempted to believe it, if not for the memory that surfaces.

It’s her, a few months ago, bathed in moonlight, her head on his chest and his arm around her, ‘I was kicked out of uni once before, you know?’ her voice is thoughtful and he laughs, a little incredulous, asks how, but she’s grinning at him with that wicked smile of hers, and does a good enough job of distracting him that he doesn’t even realise she doesn’t give an answer.

“I’m surprised you even remember his last name,” Freddie laughs, “she couldn’t name a single lecturer on our timetable this semester.” And the others laugh, but Ash just rolls her eyes.

“I don’t want to know their names, it’s not like we’re gonna be friends,” but she does concede after she turns to head inside, “Doctor Reid is a friend of my dad’s, I’ve known him since I was sixteen.” And she smiles so blithely it somehow takes some of the shock out of her statement for Roger, who chokes on the smoke of his cigarette. 

“How did he know you were here?” John’s question cuts through Roger’s spluttering, and Ash stops in her tracks.

“What?” She asked, suddenly confused, a little defensive, as she turns back.

“How did he know you’d be here?” He asks again, so calm and unflinching, not looking away from the sudden flicker of doubt that cross Ash’s face.

“It was coincidence, Deaky; just luck is all.” She says, but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. She heads back inside. 

The next time they play there, he’s back, and Ash is a sweet, flustered mess, and the dichotomy of this, and who Roger knows her as, is a little shocking. Even Maureen seems concerned, though she doesn’t say anything.

“He’s too old for you.” Roger makes it out the back before Ash does during her usual post-gig break. August went home halfway through the night, and Ash had returned to her normal bright, if a little sultry, bar-persona.

“Excuse me?” She snapped as the door slammed closed, and she looked to where Roger was sitting on her usual milk crate.

“You heard me.” Roger responded, something easing in his chest at the comfort of hearing the hostility in her voice that she’d used when they’d first met. It also hurts a little, to think how he’d prefer the hostility to the cute, blushy mess that August brings out in her. “I saw how he looked at you.” 

“Watch your accusations.” She snapped, but there was actual anger in her words, which surprised Roger. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She growled, and it was cold hostility; it wouldn’t lead anywhere fun, and Roger didn’t know how to face this. “I’m an adult, dickhead, so don’t think I can’t make my own decisions.” And her accent’s a little stronger, but her words take a moment to process. “He’s a friend-”

“He calls you baby.” 

That shocks her into silence, and after a moment, a cruel, cold smile spread over her face. They both know, now, that Roger knows exactly what’s going on between her and August. He’d never been good at anything apart from blurting out exactly what was bothering him, and this time was no different.

“Are you jealous? Were you eavesdropping on us? What the fuck?” And there’s no warmth in her harsh laughter. “This is why I don’t do casual.” She spits, and Roger’s whole face lights up with shock, and he barks out a laugh.

“Jealous? Oh Ashley,” and when he says it, she flinches again, and he regrets using the name almost immediately, but he can’t help digging himself deeper, “no, I’m just interested in what a goddamn doctor, who’s almost fifty, mind you, is doing being interested in a girl like you.” 

He watches as she actually has to take a step back, her mouth falling open in shock, eyes suddenly shiny with tears, and he knows he’s fucked up.

“A girl like me...” She whispers it with a laugh, smiling sadly, before finally meeting his gaze. “He... he likes me, Roger.” And fuck, she sounds so vulnerable it’s like a punch to the gut. “After everything I’ve done, he fucking likes me.” And after a beat, she stepped forward. “He still thinks I’m good, and that’s all that matters.”

She cuts her own break short, slamming the door as she heads back inside, leaving Roger to the silence of the car park.

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[haberdashing]

The Spider and The Bee

Gwen Stacy gets a car that turns out to be more than meets the eye.

(Yes, this is a Spider-Verse/Bumblebee crossover fic. Yes, this is solely because Hailee Steinfeld plays both roles. So sue me.)

on AO3

Gwen Stacy gets a car for her sixteenth birthday, and she knows that she really should be grateful.

Her parents meant well, she’s sure. And a lot of kids her age would kill to have a car of their own. But to Gwen, the car seems like more trouble than it’s worth. Finding parking for it is generally more of a hassle than just dealing with the idiosyncrasies of the New York City subway system.

(Plus half the time she’s navigating the city, she’s doing it via web-slinging, but her parents don’t know about that part, and if she has any say in it, they never will.)

The car in question isn’t exactly endearing itself to her, either. It’s an old-fashioned Volkswagen Beetle, the kind that she thought had died off decades ago. It looks well-maintained enough, but even Gwen, who is far from an expert on cars, notices that the radio never works and that it sometimes takes multiple tries to start. Her father lets slip at one point that it was obtained in a bust on a chop shop upstate, and honestly, it doesn’t surprise her. An ignoble origin for an ignoble vehicle.

Oh, and the Volkswagen Beetle is yellow. Not a nice, subtle, pastel yellow, either. It’s a bright yellow, a nauseatingly in-your-face yellow, a shade of yellow that reminds her of bumblebees and kindergarten crayons.

Gwen Stacy likes stealth, when she can get it, and this car is anything but stealth.

But she still uses the car from time to time, when where she wants to go is either hard to get to via public transit or off the map entirely. She lies through her teeth about how much she loves the car and appreciates having it.

She even gives it a name, as is their family tradition. She dubs it Bee.

Gwen tells her parents that the name Bee is because the car is the same shade of yellow as some species of bees, and that it’s also short for Beetle, and she’s not lying when she says it, not exactly.

But Bee (or B) can be short for a lot of other things, too. Like Beware. Or Beneath me. Or Below average.

And there’s also how the car always smells like honey, to the point where Gwen honestly wouldn’t be surprised to find out that there was a beehive hidden away somewhere inside the car.

There’s also that, while spiders can kill bees, sometimes the reverse is possible as well. It fits how Gwen always feels herself tensing up when she enters the car, how she’s not entirely sure if she’s joking when she tells friends that that car will be the death of her.

But much as Gwen dislikes the car, she has to admit that it’s handy to have around sometimes.

There’s one night in particular where she just wants to get away from it all, and she drives and drives until asphalt turns to dirt, until New York City is just a twinkle in the distance. Once she’s sure that she’s well and truly in the middle of nowhere, Gwen gets out of the car, sits on the ground, and gazes up at the stars.

(She feels a pang of loss when she remembers how Peter always had the constellations memorized, how he would have pointed out stars in the sky and named them all until the sun had risen over them. But Peter wasn’t here now, never would be again because of her, and without his help she couldn’t so much as find the Big Dipper.)

It’s nice to have a moment to just sit there and relax. She doesn’t have to think about her life back in New York, about all the pressures placed upon her both as Gwen Stacy and as Spider-Woman. She can just take in the beauty of the stars and the soft, cool breeze that makes the trees gently sway in the wind and forget the rest of the world entirely.

That is, until she glances over at her car and finds that it’s not there, and that some sort of robot had taken its place.

...or rather, as she looks closer and notices the robot’s bright yellow color under the pale light of the moon and stars, that her car had somehow turned itself into some sort of robot.

Gwen stands up immediately and blurts out the first words that come to mind.

“Are you my car?”

She sees the transformation this time, sees the metal twist and turn and shift into place as what had been a robot turned itself back into the Volkswagen Beetle that she had grown to know, if not love.

“You- you can change back, it’s alright.”

It-

No, that doesn’t feel right. Gwen had already half thought of Bee as a “he” even before her personification of the car became so, well, literal.

He changes back into his robotic shape. His form is generally humanoid, with what looked like a face holding big blue eyes that were shining right at her.

Gwen hopes that she was right in thinking that this spot was in the middle of nowhere, hopes that it’s obscure enough that nobody else would see what her car had become.

“Can you understand me?”

Bee makes a strange noise, one that she could swear sounded a bit like a bumblebee’s buzz, and one that she definitely didn’t know how to interpret.

“Nod your head if you can understand me.” Gwen demonstrates, and Bee replies in kind.

Okay, so they have a language in common. That’s good. Just thinking about trying to invent a language that humans and robots could share is enough to give Gwen a bit of a headache.

“Can you talk?”

Bee buzzes at her again. She thinks she knows what that means, but she wants to be sure.

“Shake your head like this if you can’t talk.” Gwen shakes her head, and so does Bee.

That was... less good. It would be a lot easier if they could talk to one another about what was going on rather than just Gwen asking questions and Bee having to gesture out his responses. But then, nothing in Gwen’s life ever seemed to come easy.

“Are there others like you?” she asks.

Bee stays silent and still for a long moment.

“Or do you not know?”

Bee shakes his head without prompting and lets out a soft whirring noise that sounds a bit like a sigh.

Okay. So not only does she not know the big picture here, he doesn’t either. They are both utterly clueless.

They’re so screwed.

“That’s fine, that’s fine!” Gwen’s voice turns oddly high-pitched as she tries to reassure Bee, the palms of her hands raised and facing towards him. “We can work this out. I’ll help you. We can do this.”

Bee stands up, and Gwen realizes for the first time just how tall he is. He definitely couldn’t fit in her family’s tiny garage like that. And she feels small in comparison, tiny compared to this massive robot facing her, and she has a suspicion that Bee feels the same way.

Gwen’s heart races as she gets an idea of how she can prove to him that she’s not as incapable as she appears. It’s a risk, sure. But he had just revealed what had to be his biggest secret to her, and it felt right to reciprocate the gesture.

She doesn’t have her full Spider-Woman suit with her, hadn’t thought it necessary to bring it all the way out to the middle of nowhere.

(That was probably for the best, really; she probably would have left it in the car, and she suspects that anything in the car has been crushed and mutilated beyond recognition by now, though if all she lost because of her giant robot car was the handful of emergency supplies she left in the trunk and the spare outfit and papers she kept in the glove compartment, that would count as a win in her book.)

But she does have her web-shooters, tucked under her sleeves, just in case.

Gwen shoots one web out onto Bee’s left arm, then another onto his right arm. The webs send her soaring upwards, and she leaps with all her power until she and Bee are face-to-face. She does a flip in the air as she descends, balancing on the tips of her toes for a moment before letting her entire feet hit the ground.

She takes a bow at the end of her little performance, though she highly doubts that Bee would understand the meaning of it.

“Bee, meet spider.”

Gwen isn’t sure of the exact meaning behind Bee’s excited whirring and buzzing, but she assumes it was some kind of positive feedback directed her way.

“We should probably head back in a bit, before my dad starts asking too many questions.” Gwen says. “But first, can I take a picture of you? I have some-”

Gwen laughs quietly to herself, partly because this whole situation is completely and utterly absurd, but partly because she knows just a few short months ago she never would have envisioned herself saying what she was about to say next.

“-some friends who might be able to help us. And I think the first step is letting them get a look at you.”

Bee nods, and Gwen dutifully pulls out her cell phone and snaps a photo of her robot car.

Gwen has a thousand more questions that she feels like asking, but she has a feeling that Bee doesn’t know the answers to most of them either. So instead of trying to get more information out of Bee, she just sighs and says, “Bee, let’s head home.”

Bee turns back into a Volkswagen Beetle, and Gwen steps inside, and she doesn’t feel quite as tense upon entering Bee as she usually did, probably because she knows now why the car had always left her feeling vaguely on edge, and it had nothing to do with it being old-fashioned or bright yellow.

They pass the time on the drive back to New York City in silence, because Gwen doesn’t want to risk people seeing her talk to her car and the radio still isn’t working. And Gwen begins to get a pit in her stomach as it dawns on her that she now has two huge secrets to keep instead of just one.

Because her life wasn’t complicated enough before, apparently.

[silkkpopbonnet]

Dilemma

“So, basically he’s like get your ass home now, you’ve played around enough in the US.” Yeon, sat back rubbing her eyes, wondering why she just didn’t tell her dad no.

He paid for her college that’s why.

“Basically. I have to go home, and finish there and who knows.” She sighed, looking out the window to the city of Atlanta.

“But, do you want to go, that’s the thing.” Her friend, reached across the table taking her hand.

“No, but my dad is Korean.” She laughed softly. “So, I kinda have no choice, and my mom agrees with him.” She finished her coffee, and rolled her eyes, wishing her mother would have pushed for her to stay in the states.

She loved Korea, she loved the States; but she always felt a bit freer here. Standing up, her 5′5″ frame was lithe, but she had hips and an ass. That she got from her mother, she tossed her mid-back length 3B curls behind her and donned a pair of Gucci shades.

“I leave in three days, he didn’t give me time to do shit. Movers will be here tomorrow, I get on the plane, and go. So, there go all my summer plans. Good thing is though, he’s letting you come with me. Two weeks in Seoul, what do you think?”

Her friend, jumped up from her spot, clapping her hands excitedly. “YES! Oh my god, what do I pack? What should I wear?”

Yeon smiled. “We’ll figure that out later.”

Yeon washed her hands in the bathroom aboard the airplane. She made the water as hot as she could stand it, needing something to take her mind off the fact that they had been flying for 8 hours already. She wanted to run and jump, she needed to stretch her legs. Her hair in a messy bun on her head, she looked at herself in the half steamed mirror and sighed. How was she going to fit back in Korea? She had sometimes unruly curly hair that wasn’t a very common sight on a Korean woman, her copper skin, held two very Asian eyes Most people told her, her eyes looked like Kimora Lee Simmons. Plump lips, brown eyes, her figure was slightly curvy, she pushed together her 34B breasts and wondered if her breasts were also too large? Probably not. She was going to be…different. That much was certain.

“Are you ok?” A soft voice at the door asked her in Korean.

��Yes, thank you.”She answered, almost bowing before she remembered she couldn’t be seen.

Speaking in strictly Korean, unless she was around her parents, something else, she was going to have to get used to again. She hated being different, she hated people looking at her like she had a third eyeball. Grunting, she opened the bathroom door, walking back to her seat.

“You ok, Yeon?” Her friend asked her, barely waking up from her nap.

“I’m ready to get off this damn plane. My legs are killing me.” She signaled for the waitress.

“Girl, your short ass is fine, I’m 5′8″ I’m the one suffering.” Her buddy, turned in her seat, snuggling in the cushions of first class, sleeping again.

Would she be fine? She wasn’t so sure.

As soon as the plane landed, both girls stretched and yawned. It was afternoon in Seoul, South Korea, and all Yeon thought about now was sleep. A sign was posted for her, Ms. Hyo Park Yeon as they came down the elevator, and she rolled her eyes, thinking to herself. ‘Wow, thanks parents, don’t even come to the airport.’

“You have an escort? What a driver too?” Her friend chuckled and Yeon bit her lip and tried to figure out, what she hadn’t told her friend already.

“Ms. Hyo.” He already knew her face, and she gave a slight bow saying hello, giving him their bags.

“This is it, the rest, was delivered here already.” With a nod of his head, the man leads the way outside, and out into the bright sunshine. The girls donned their shades, and Marcella looked around, looking quite the tourist, while Yeon ignored the urge.

He leads them both to a car, a sleek black Audi A8 L. Opening the door for them, the girls slid into the cool, cream-colored interior, chilled water bottles waiting for them.

“This car is nice, man did your dad spare any expenses?” Marcella, rubbed a hand along the seats, watching as the driver got in the front seat.

“This isn’t a Bentley, so I’m going to say, yes.” Yeon laid her head back against the seat, getting ready mentally for her best friend to choke her. “I have to tell you something, Marcella.”

The car pulled away, and Marcella was looking out the window. “Mhm.”

“So, my dad is a CEO…you know that.”

“Yea.”

“My mother is an interpreter for his company now. His interpreter. My grandfather, my mother’s father was a doctor.”

Marcella’s eyes turned to slits as she looked at Yeon. “You parents are loaded aren’t they?”

“I don’t really know about all that. I’ve had to work for anything, I’ve ever received, and maintain a strict GPA, you know I don’t flaunt a bunch of shit.”

“Just say it! Why didn’t you tell me!” Marcella punched her arm lightly. “I’m actually kind of hurt. I’m your best friend.”

Yeon let her head fall. “I learned the hard way, about friends who are friends because of money. Not that you're one of them! I just prefer not to be like that. I’m not stuck up and snobby, and Paris Hilton like.”

“Don’t you think I know that dummy? I know who you are. TBH, I kind always knew I think. Tell me more about your parents though.”

Yeon smiled, thanking god that was easier than she thought it would be. She explained that her father always had money, he inherited the company from his father. Her mother had to scrape and earn every penny, her grandfather believed in a hard day's work. He came from nothing, her parents were polar opposites. Her mother was gifted when it came to languages, she spoke 6 fluently, but Korean was not one of them. Her mother was working as an interpreter for another company when she met her father. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Still makes me gag a little when he says, my mom had the brownest skin he ever saw, and all he thought about doing was rubbing his face against her legs.” She said playfully, she knew her father worshiped her mother.

Her mother didn’t speak Korean, and her father didn’t speak English, however, they both spoke Chinese. They went out on a few dates, and he made a decision to marry her, boom there she was.

“They should write a book about that,” Marcella answered, taking a sip of her water.

“Probably.” Yeon looked out the window. “This is my house.”

Marcella gasped as the gate opened to a large black and cream colored home, The gate opened to a yard, the glass front of the home, showed into the living room, around the side, there was a cement driveway, and a garage for the cars. The door was opened for them, and Marcella and Yeon walked up the pathway leading from the driveway to the front of the house. It was arched, with large dark wooden doors, and Yeon rung the bell, waiting.

“Of course, you remember how to say hello in Korean. My father’s English is still a bit rough.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Marcella asked, rolling her eyes.

Yeon smiled, and the door opened up, her mother standing there in her apron smiling wide. “My baby is home!” She threw her arms around Yeon, hugging her tight before grabbing Marcella hugging her as well.

“Marcella, I’m happy to have you in our home.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Hyo.” She bowed at her.

“Oh please, call me Jasmine.” She ushered the girls into the house. “I know, Y'all are probably tired, but I have been cooking for Y'all. A mix of southern food and Korean.”

Her mother yelled in Korean, for her father, smiling back at the girls. “He’s going to play all tough baby, but you know he missed you. That’s why he wasted no time.” Her mother hugged her again, and this time Yeon held on tight.

She forgot how her mother smelled like cloves and her favorite Prada perfume. Her mother’s tight 4a coils tickled her nose. “I missed you, Ma.”

“I have too, we haven’t seen you in a year.” Letting her, go her mother turned towards the stairs, as her father came down them. The foyer of the home, had dark hardwood floors, contrasting against the light gray of the walls, and the cream of the carpet that lined the stairs.

“Park Yeon.” He said her name, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Yeon walked over, bowing deeply, saying hello to her father in Korean. “Abeoji, I missed you.”

Her father’s wrinkled forehead smoothed over and he broke into a smile, hugging his little girl tightly. “My family is whole again.” He kissed her face several times, before letting go, and he also grabbed Marcella into a hug.

“Marcella, I’m glad you could join us for a while.” Marcella smiled, looking shy.

“Thank you for the vacation, Mr. Hyo.” He waved a hand dismissively at her.

“You are like a sister to my baby, call me abeoji.” Marcella tested the word on her tongue, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Her father, shooed both girls upstairs, informing Yeon that her things would be there, in 3-4 days. Yeon showed Marcella the guest room, and how to use the shower. “Just come in my room when you're done.”

Yeon walked into her room, it was almost the same way she left it. Old EXO posters on the wall, on a cork board. A few American bands on the other side, she had a new computer, new bed, new bedding. Her vanity in front of her bay window. She could decorate as she wanted later, she supposed, but she didn’t even want to live in her parents' house. For goodness sake, she was 20 years old, but her father probably didn’t want her living on her own either. This was going to be hard. She showered, conditioning her hair, and finger de-tangling as she let the water run down her back. She washed her face free of the makeup she wore. She had forgotten to put on a primer, and setting powder so she knew she skin probably looked oily. After she was finished, she wrapped her head in a towel, sitting down at her vanity. She didn’t feel like dealing with her hair, so she set to start doing large twists.

Marcella knocked once, letting herself inside. “I’m glad I got my hair done, before coming because I would not be in the doing it now.”

She looked up at Marcella in the mirror, her friend's shoulder length box braids now held secure in a wrap on her head. “Help me then, I ain’t trying to be here all day.”

Marcella set to rubbing olive oil into the strands, before twisting them with twist cream on her fingers. Both girls finished, Yeon stood u, grabbing a scarf from the hook near her door, and wrapped her hair into a pineapple, before she set out to get dressed.

“Another struggle is finding good hair care products.” Yeon pulled on a purple V-neck shirt that said ‘J’adore’ on the front over her head.

“Your mama is natural, what do you mean?” Marcella looked at her posters. “Chanyeol was still fine as hell in these pics.”

“That’s like right after their debut. She is but she goes into Seoul, to get her hair done. You know I’m picky.” Marcella nodded, still looking over the pictures.

The girls made their way downstairs, where Mrs. Hyo was setting the table. The girls settled themselves on cushions on the floor, as her father made his way in, sitting down at the head of the table.

“How was the flight?” He asked in Korean.

Her mother came in with a gallon of juice, and cups. “English please, we have a guest.” Just as her father was about to protest, she held up a hand sitting down. “Your English is fine, you just never really try. I refuse to translate.”

“Yes, yes, umma.” He replied taking some rice from a large bowl.

“It was long. Fine though.” Yeon answered, Marcella, agreeing with her.

They ate and talked, laughing about what had happened lately in Atlanta or Korea. Inside, Yeon smiled this was good, she had forgotten how much she missed home. How much she missed really good kimchi and her mothers fried chicken. Her mother rolled her eyes at her fathers bad jokes.

“You can have the summer to do as you will, school starts back in September, everything is taken care of Yeon.” Her father spoke, looking at her stuff more kimchi into her mouth.

Thanks, dad, I’m just wondering how I will fit in.” He shrugged at her, chewing his rice.

“You will be fine, you are my daughter. Besides, concentrate on school, not a social life.” Yeon took a sip of her juice, sighing.

“I’m a young dad, I have to have a social life.” She put another piece of chicken on Marcella’s plate as she spoke.

Her father put his chopsticks down on his plate. “I have a remedy for that soon enough. For now, don’t worry, so much, you’ll get wrinkles.”

Her mother shook her head at the two. After lunch, Yeon and Marcella went to their rooms to nap, while her mother cleared dishes with her father.

He stood in the kitchen watching his wife. “Friday then?”

“I actually don’t think this is a good idea at all right now.” She washed the last of the plates, putting them in them in the dish drainer.

“Why not?” He came to stand behind his wife, her short frame nestling against his.

“It’s sneaky. You bring her here, to finish school, but you have an ulterior motive.” Her mother turned in her father’s arms to look at him.

“I’m making sure, our daughter is secure in life.” Sighing, Mrs. Hyo, moved from her husband’s grasp.

“I know. I just…let her see if she likes him or not. I wasn’t forced with you.” Mr. Hyo crossed to where his wife now stood, and took her chin in his hand.

“She will like him, trust me. Choi Jun-Seo is a good man, he is already making me very proud in the company.”

“If you say so.” Her mother leaned her head up, to give her father a gentle kiss.

He grinned, kissing her once more. “I’m always right, trust me.”

The next few days were spent shopping and sight-seeing. Marcella and Yeon kicked back and relaxed most days. “We should go clubbing,” Marcella said, as Yeon sat at her computer looking at places to live near the college.

“Clubs? Yea, we can go. When?” Yeon brought up another tab, to look for good clubs when her mother walked in after knocking once.

“Can’t go tonight, I’m sorry girls. Yeon.” Her mother laid a traditional Korean dress, on her bed. “Your father has a dinner guest, and you have to wear this. I have one for you as well Marcella.”

Yeon rolled her eyes, earning a scowl on her mother’s face. “Stop. You look beautiful in them.”

The golden color of the dress was offset by the red of the tank top, and red flowers, twined with their vibrant green leaves. The black, sheer covering had a white collar. The fabric was thick and heavy. She picked up the dress, holding it close to her body.

“It is pretty, dad is going all out, who is the guest?” Her mother grinned slightly, turning to Marcella.

“Yours will be delivered before tonight. You can take it home if you like, it’s pink and black. I thought the colors would compliment you.”

“Ma.” Yeon put the dress down, looking back at her mother. “Why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m not. He’s a work partner of your fathers. He’s someone your father thinks highly of. So he wants you to look your best.” Her mother turned from the room. “You guys can club tomorrow.”

As the door closed behind her, Marcella chuckled softly but steadily it became louder. “If you don’t have this figured out by now, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Yeon balled her hands into fists. “Stay here.” She grumbled. Her father’s office was downstairs, near the parlor. She quickly jumped down the stairs, running down the hall, her bare feet pattering gently on the hardwood. The large oak doors in front of her, she was never to enter as a child, unless invited. She knew her father would be in there, while her mother gave her the dress.

She knocked once hard, then twice more. “Yes?”

“Dad, you know it's me.” She wanted to yell, but yelling would get her nowhere with him.

He cleared his throat. “Come in.”

Yeon opened the door, closing it behind her, keenly aware of how close it seemed in there. He had many small statues and vases lining the walls. The dark walls and light carpet on the floor, everything was exactly as it had been. Traditional, clean cut. She walked towards her fathers' desk where he sat looking over some papers, his glasses low on his nose.

“Who is this guy.” She pulled a chair from the desk sitting down, she was letting him know she wasn’t going anywhere.

“His name is Choi Jun Seo. He runs the international side of the company, fluent in 3 languages, learning a fourth. He graduated top if his class-”

Yeon cut her father off, tapping on his desk. “I didn’t ask for his resume abeoji.”

Her father slowly lifted his head, pushing his glasses on his nose. The wrinkles around his eyes, deepening as he sighed. “I think, he would be a good match for you.”

“I knew something was up!” Yeon stood up in her chair, pointing at her father. “Is this why I came back? Don’t lie to me.”

Her father removed his glasses, rubbing the area between his eye. “Yeon, do not raise your voice at me.”

She ignored him. “Is it! Tell me! I don’t want to be set up, with some guy who you think is ok for me. That’s not fair!” She pushed away from his desk, throwing her hands into the air. “You can’t do this!”

“I can do as I please, I am your father!” Mr. Hyo stood up, his balled fist slamming down on his desk.

The air was hot between them. Yeon heard her breathing, she was frustrated and angry. She closed her eyes, willing back the tears that threatened. “Did you even miss me? Or did you just want me back as some shiny little pawn to entice your co-workers with?”

Her fathers face softened. “Why would you say that? Of course, I missed you. Your mother missed you. You belong here at home. It is not safe in Atlanta, we cannot protect you.”

Yeon sniffled. “You don’t have to protect me, I’m a grown woman.” She wiped her eyes, turning her back on her father like a child.

“You are my child. My only child. He will be here tonight to introduce himself to you in a formal setting, that is all. I am pushing, however, that you two will date.” Mr. Hyo came from around his desk, at 5′9″ he towered over his daughter, lifting her chin to look at him. “Give him a chance.”

She tugged her chin from her fathers grasp. “If he’s ugly, I’m not doing anything.”

“Park Yeon..” He said quietly.

“I don’t like this, and I don’t agree to it. I will be cordial though.” Her father chuckled, hugging his daughter tight.

“You’re like your mother, I suppose that is all I can ask for now.”

Chapter Two

[theolddarkmachine]

cups as red as our hearts

Patience, Shiro thought to himself, cradling his weapon as his eyes narrowed on his target, judging its distance. He could do this. He was a champion after all, and if there was anything he had learned, it was how to win. All he needed, was to focus.

Patience yields focus.

Breathing in, he leveled his hand, preparing to strike a killing blow to his mark.

Said mark, was one of four remaining red solo cups, and said weapon, a ping pong ball.

“You look worried, Shiro,” a single voice cut through the din of his thoughts and the music filling the backyard with the sweet dulcet sounds of Rihanna and Drake. Keith stood as the backdrop to his current attentions, arms crossed over the Garrison Soccer logo that spanned his chest in some sort of screen printed reminder that the toned definition of his forearms was from years of sport, and not because he’d walked straight out of Shiro’s dreams.

Though, he still wasn’t entirely convinced he hadn’t.

With a deft flick of his wrist, Shiro sent the ball arcing through the air, the soft plap! of it landing in the Natty Light rewarding him for his skill.

A gift for @otayuriistheliteralbest for @sheithlentines ! Shoutout to @nasigorengart for the beta :D

AO3

Rated: T for Teen, there’s some heated making out and implied sexy times.

Hi Anna! I hope you like my humble offering for Sheithlentines! I do love me a college!AU, and while I couldn’t exactly work in fuckboy!Shiro with a heart of gold, I thought turning him into a frat boy would be the next best thing. and soccer captain keith just because i couldnt help myself  Anyway, I HOPE YOU ENJOY! HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

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Patience, Shiro thought to himself, cradling his weapon as his eyes narrowed on his target, judging its distance. He could do this. He was a champion after all, and if there was anything he had learned, it was how to win. All he needed, was to focus.

Patience yields focus.

Breathing in, he leveled his hand, preparing to strike a killing blow to his mark.

Said mark, was one of four remaining red solo cups, and said weapon, a ping pong ball.

“You look worried, Shiro,” a single voice cut through the din of his thoughts and the music filling the backyard with the sweet dulcet sounds of Rihanna and Drake. Keith stood as the backdrop to his current attentions, arms crossed over the Garrison Soccer logo that spanned his chest in some sort of screen printed reminder that the toned definition of his forearms was from years of sport, and not because he’d walked straight out of Shiro’s dreams.

Though, he still wasn’t entirely convinced he hadn’t.

With a deft flick of his wrist, Shiro sent the ball arcing through the air, the soft plap! of it landing in the Natty Light rewarding him for his skill.

“That’s called a bluff, Keith,” he said breezily, grin pulling his lips over his teeth as he dragged his gaze upwards from the cup and along the lines of Keith’s body until they found the mauve of his opponent’s gaze.

Keith had been his best friend since they were children, both having been there for each other since the days of scraped knees and boyish pranks, through the awkward stages of puberty, and through every dumb crush and consequential heartbreak. They’d been inseparable for so long, that when it came time to apply for colleges, no one even bat an eye when they had announced that they were both going for Garrison University.

They were Keith and Shiro, Shiro and Keith, their names only ever separated during fraternity events and soccer games. They knew everything about each other, and at times Shiro wondered if Keith could read his mind.

He knew he couldn’t, though, because if he could he would have discovered his deepest darkest secret long ago.

That secret was the truth behind each and every one of Shiro’s failed romantic ventures. Was the truth behind the late night hangouts. Was the truth nestled deep behind his rib cage, stuttering an erratic rhythm into the bone each time he stood in the stands watching Keith’s games. It was the truth behind the smile that he now wore, specifically crafted for one person, and one person alone.

That secret, was that he’d fallen for Keith.

It was a realization that had hit him hard after one particularly stressful soccer game, stealing his breath and painting every memory of the soccer captain an amorous shade. Shiro himself wasn’t even sure how long he’d been in love with him, unable to pinpoint an exact moment when Keith had become so much more than just his friend. All that he knew was that getting trapped in his orbit had been an inevitability. It was the kind of inevitable that snuck up on you, the obviousness of it not striking until it was already too late.

Falling for Keith had been as certain as the color of the sky, and came with all the ease of breathing.

“Bluff,” Keith scoffed, rolling his his eyes upwards to the heavens as he fished the ball from his cup and threw it into the water cup beside him. Carefully, he brought the white rim up to his lips as he returned his gaze back to Shiro. “I think you just got lucky.”

Shiro traced the long line of Keith’s throat as he tossed back the alcohol, committing the bob of his Adam’s apple to memory as he swallowed.

“It isn’t going to help you win though,” he continued once he surfaced from behind the red plastic, his smile dangerous as it carved an impression of itself into Shiro’s heart. “I’ve come to dethrone you, Champion.”

Keith rolled the nickname off his tongue with all the ease of a familiar jab, covering it in the burs of their banter. If Shiro hadn’t known better, he would have thought it was painted with flirtation.

Except that they were best friends, and he knew better than that.

Shiro acknowledged his feelings, but they were his own to suffer. He would never ruin what they had by forcing Keith to share the weight of his desire. Even if that desire was currently crushing him beneath the entire galaxy trapped in Keith’s stare.

A soft plink! ripped him out of his thoughts as a ball landed in one of his final two cups before him, a small splash of beer turning spots at the hem of his tank top a darker grey.

“Just one more,” Keith teased as he settled both hands on top of the plastic table, leaning onto them just enough for his biceps to strain against the cuffs of his shirt as they supported his weight. “Then I win.”

The liquid was cool against his fingertips as he pulled the ball from the cup, not bothering to dip it into the water as he gulped the beer down. Admittedly, it was not his first choice in alcohol— or his second, or even his third— but it was cheap and they both knew that he kept the good alcohol upstairs in his room.

One of the perks of being the fraternity president meant he got the room with the mini bar.

“And what do you think you win?” Shiro asked, ignoring the bitterness the subpar beer had left lingering on his tongue.

We should play with that bottle of Jack I got you, Keith had said when he’d started to setup the beer pong, eyes bright as he bit into his bottom lip and looked up at Shiro expectantly. At the time, he’d shot the idea down, citing that then they’d have to share.

And I don’t like to share.

But now, with the way his stomach was turning with the sharp tang of the Natty Light and something a bit darker, he wondered if maybe he’d made a mistake.

At least with the whiskey, he’d have an excuse for why he couldn’t stop staring at the bow of Keith’s pinked lips. ‘The alcohol made me do it’ was only acceptable when the alcohol came with a decent ABV percentage.

“Bragging rights,” Keith retorted, his eyebrow arching upwards as he licked over a pointed canine tooth. “Say I finally beat Golden Boy Shiro at something.”

Liquid began to pool in his palm where he held the ball, balancing it as if it was something sacred as he trained his attention on it in a vain attempt at slowing the quickened beat of his pulse. If the music wasn’t so loud, he would think Keith could probably hear the way his heart was hammering in his chest.

Don’t you know? He wanted to say. Don’t you know that you’ve always beat me? That you’ve always been so much better? That you’re everything I could ever want? Don’t you know?

Closing his fingers over the ball, Shiro shrugged off the thoughts and Keith’s banter as he dropped the now empty cup into the stack with its fallen brethren on his corner of the table.

“You underestimate me, Keith,” Shiro prayed he didn’t hear the way his name dripped with his barely concealed want. “You of all people should know I’ve always liked a challenge.”

A small smile twisted the corners of Keith’s mouth as a familiar spark lit his eyes at the words. Holding the amethyst gaze within the silver of his own, Shiro flicked the ball towards the other side of the table without any sort of preamble or setup. Heat lightning was erupting within his chest, running its electric warmth over his skin and through his bones as time stood still with only the plastic ball carving its way through the air.

He barely even heard the small crowd that had begun to surround them, the existence of the other partygoers lost to him as he watched a particular shade of pink dust itself across Keith’s cheeks.

Don’t you know?

Maybe, Keith did.

The cup barely shifted as the ball landed in it with a soundless splash.

***

Shiro won. Because of course he won. He was a man crafted by God himself with the sheer purpose of proving that there really was such thing as perfection.

At least, that was the theory Keith worked with.

Not being very pious, he couldn’t actually say for sure.

He felt the familiar burn of awe and something just a bit brighter as they mingled with the warm heat of the whiskey he swallowed. From where he sat on the couch the fraternity had oh so creatively christened ‘Party Couch,’ he could see the way Shiro was making the rounds, offering all the other frat brothers and their guests that shining smile that turned his insides to ash.

Keith wondered if his best friend knew the effect he had on him and his internal organs.

It often felt like Shiro did, especially when his eyes would flicker towards him and the corners of his lips would turn up just enough to set crinkles in the corners of his eyes, just as they did now.

Of course, if he could, he would probably be able to guess as to why his pulse ratcheted up to triple time anytime he was near.

Once upon a time, Keith had told himself that was just how it was between best friends. He and Shiro had been so close for so long that of course he would be exuberantly happy whenever he was near. Of course, he would feel the muscle trapped in his chest stutter whenever Shiro would easily shift from his steadfast leader persona into something softer that only Keith got to see. It only made sense that his pulse would race anytime he’d seen his lifelong friend in the stands during a game, the constant in his life replacing what family would have been sitting in that same space if he had them.

That was inevitable, right?

Only, the truth of his own feelings had revealed itself to him when he’d realized after one particularly disastrous date, that the reason it would never work, was because the guy wasn’t Shiro.

None of them were, and none of them would ever be.

That realization had come with all the ferocity of a tsunami as it dragged him into the depths of his emotions and attempted to drown him there. While he wasn’t even sure when his feelings had evolved into something so much more, he knew that now it was too late.

Keith had fallen for him. He hadn’t even stood a chance. By the time he’d realized it, he was already too far gone.

Falling for Shiro had been as certain as the color of the sky, and came with all the ease of breathing.

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking that hard,” the devil himself spoke, the couch dipping beneath Shiro’s added weight as he sat, throwing an arm over the back of the couch behind him. What he tried to not think too hard about, was how close Shiro had chosen to sit, each movement of his steady breath tickling against his arm with barely there touches of his side against his skin.

“And what makes you think I’m thinking that hard?” His fingers gripped around his red cup in an attempt to do something other than reach out and stroke the soft strands of bangs that had pushed themselves through the hole of the the snapback Shiro was wearing backwards. Leave it to him to make one of the most stereotypical frat boy fashions hot.

Or maybe Keith just thought everything Shiro did was attractive.

In fact, that was most likely the case.

Without warning, a metallic finger jabbed into the space between his eyebrows.

“You get this line,” Shiro chuckled, slightly twisting his fingertip to emphasize his point. “Right here.”

Heat prickled and blossomed from the touch, gathering in his cheeks and working its way down his neck as Keith allowed his eyes to map the expanse of Shiro’s skin, following up the metal surface of his prosthetic to the exposed muscle of his upper arm and up towards his face until he met his gaze. A brightness touched them that set them closer to the realm of polished silver instead of a dull tempest.

Keith’s heart stalled for a moment as he thought he recognized the look, knowing his own eyes were touched with the same light.

Only, that couldn’t possibly be it. They were best friends.

It was most likely the glow of those stupid heart lights that were stretched back and forth across the backyard.

It’s Valentine’s Day, Keith, we had to be festive.

“That could be my normal stare. Resting bitch face, you know,” Keith said, ignoring the breathiness of his own voice as he leant back enough for Shiro’s hand to fall away. The plastic cracked in his grip as his fingers twitched around it again as he swallowed down the acrid taste of disappointment at the loss of contact.

“I think I know what your normal stare looks like, Keith,” Shiro deadpanned, mouth twitching downward as he shifted his weight, his side fully stroking across Keith’s arm. Deep within his chest, he could feel the heat of a newborn star as it expanded against the confines of the muscle and bone. Its flares shot out over his skin, running lines of fire over his veins that gathered at the point where Keith’s arm met Shiro’s side.

The oppressive burn was almost too much as he looked up at his best friend, trying to decipher the look that had twisted his mouth into a scowl while simultaneously trying not to burn alive.

“You going to tell me what you were thinking about?” Shiro’s tone was brusque, as if he was walking through the same flames.

Don’t you know? It took everything in him to not say those three words as his fingers bit into the flimsy cup. You. It’s always you. You’re everything I could ever want. Don’t you know?

“Nothing,” Keith said with a shrug, hiding the lie in the bottom of his cup as he emptied it before he set it on the grass at his foot. Carefully, he let himself settle further into the back of the couch before he dropped his head onto Shiro’s outstretched arm. With his eyes turned upwards towards the sky, he could only see the pale pink and red glow of those stupid heart lights.

“Everything.”

The word escaped him on its own volition, carried so lowly over his lips, he wouldn’t have been shocked if Shiro hadn’t heard him.

But of course, he did.

“That’s a lot to think about.” Shiro’s skin was warm against his hair where his arm pillowed his head.

“Sometimes I think it’s too much to think about,” Keith breathed, the lights blurring in and out of focus with the combined efforts of the alcohol and Shiro’s warmth. Against the dark sky, they now looked like glowing orbs of color. Maybe, if he looked long enough, he could find all the answers he needed within them.

A single moment stretched as he kept his eyes looking upwards, ignoring the way he could feel that silver gaze etching curious lines up and down his flesh. He wanted so desperately to tell Shiro about everything. How he had felt for so long. Why every relationship had failed, how much he meant to him, just how badly he wondered what his skin tasted like. It would be so easy to finally tell him.

To expose his truth.

“How about you don’t think for awhile.” Shiro’s suggestion was a wisp of a thought, nothing but breath with barely there syllables that shattered Keith’s reverie like a fist through glass. Eyes focusing back onto the lights until the dual colored hearts stood against the black sky with perfect clarity, he swallowed his own after it had leapt up into his throat.

Turning his head to face his best friend, his cheek resting against Shiro’s bicep, Keith saw the softened look that he was giving him now. Eyes darkened and lips curling upwards at the corners, he looked like a man something awe inspiring and precious.

He was looking at Keith like he understood the blaze of a new galaxy burning into itself into his body.

Don’t you know?

Maybe, Shiro did.

Dragging his gaze down to the full of his lips, Keith couldn’t help the unsteady breath that parted his own. He was just so close, and so beautiful.

Shiro had the kind of face that the Greeks had written myths about. Kind, and filled with the strength of heroes.

If he didn’t know better, he could chalk up the feeling in his gut as the alcohol catching up to him.

Too bad he did, and he knew the headiness that left him reeling with the slow burning desire working his chest open, was nothing more than fraternity president himself.

“Shiro,” he breathed, gaze still trapped by the sweet curve of his mouth.

God, did he want to kiss him.

Then those very lips he was so enthralled by pressed forward, closing the space between them as Shiro pulled Keith into him, capturing his mouth with a heated kiss that coaxed a gasp from deep within him. In a flurry of heat, he felt Shiro’s hands as they found the back of his hair, his thumbs brushing across the crest of his cheekbones as his fingers dug into his scalp. His own hands found their way to the front of Shiro’s tank top where they twisted into the fabric and anchored him to his chest.

All else fell away as Shiro licked along his bottom lip, looking for permission he was all too ready to give as he opened for him. Pouring all that he was into the pressure of the kiss, he tried to convey those three small words through their language of tongue and teeth.

Don’t you know?

Shiro pulled him closer, as if any amount of space between them was still too much as he returned the same heated intent.

I know.

***

His room was dark as they tripped over each other into the president suite that he called his home, causing Keith to huff a small laugh that he caught on his tongue as Shiro continued to press into the embrace. It felt like he was on fire, Keith’s touch igniting his skin with every caress and drag of his hands as if it was his goal to burn everything that he was to the ground.

It would be a worthy death, a small voice bit out as he kicked at the door behind him until he heard it slam shut.

Nothing else mattered except Keith and here and now and the way he tasted like a mix of whiskey, beer and fire.

When Shiro had made his rounds down at the party, his mind had been racing with the incendiary thoughts that had been plaguing him.

Don’t you know?

The voice had whispered as he’d eyed Keith from across the crowd. The soccer captain had been lounging against the Party Couch with ease as if he wasn’t aware that even from a yard away, he still held all of his attention.

Don’t you know?

It had said when he’d caught his stare, that thought line etching a dip divot in between his eyebrows as he’d looked at Shiro as if he could see straight through him.

Don’t you know?

That stupid voice had screamed when Keith had turned to face him, his head pillowed on his arm and the Valentine’s lights coloring his skin with an ethereal glow.

Somewhere in the galaxies of his eyes, reflected in the stars that shone in their depths, Shiro had recognized the hungry fire that had born them. For just a moment, Shiro saw everything that he felt staring back at him. It had broken whatever cage of self restraint that had confined him, and lost to the intoxication of all that Keith was, Shiro felt felt the strange tang of greed.

And then, he not only need everything, he wanted it.

So he took it.

Dropping himself onto the foot of his bed, his hands wrapped around Keith’s waist as he dragged him down into his lap before he wrapped his arms across his lower back. With a knee on either side of his thighs and a hand on his shoulder, Keith braced himself over him, looking down at Shiro with a look turned impossibly soft with fondness.

“Keith,” Shiro breathed, scared to put too much weight in his voice for fear of shattering the delicate moment that had settled around them. He felt the shudder that the brush of his name ran down Keith’s spine as he shook within the halo of his arms. Fingertips found his cheek as they traced over its arch, pushing back to the seam of his hat.

Turning his head into the touch, Shiro brushed his lips over Keith’s pulse.

“Is this okay?” He asked, the words tickling against Keith’s skin as he flicked his gaze upwards just in time to see the soccer player’s mouth form a moan that hung dangerously between them.

It was a guillotine, waiting with its deathly gleam to drop and cleave their friendship in two.

“I think it’s a little late to ask that,” Keith laughed, sounding almost as breathless as he felt. Where his lips still pressed into his skin, Shiro marveled at the way he felt the pulse there jump and quicken. A gentle press of his palm against his cheek led Shiro’s face to look up towards him.

“I want you, Shiro,” he said lowly as he settled himself lower into his lap, evening their gazes as he brought his other hand up to his face. They were impossibly warm against his cheeks, trapping him so that he could look nowhere else but the wine filled depths of Keith’s eyes.

Their intoxicating power went straight to his head. If Keith hadn’t been holding onto him, he was certain he would float away.

“I have for quite some time. You’re my best friend,” Keith smiled as he leant forward to press his forehead to Shiro’s. “You always will be. I want this.”

The soccer captain teased him with the simple, innocent brush of noses as his lips slightly parted with a breathy sigh that was anything but. It was enough to crack the shell of his chest open, leaving him open and raw as Keith let his eyes dip shut for a moment, as if he was preparing himself. Hanging the moment between them, Keith let Shiro burn for just a few seconds longer before mauve filled his vision.

In one fell swoop of three small words, Keith dropped the guillotine.

“I want you.”

And then he was everywhere. Electric and burning, Keith filled every one of Shiro’s senses as he closed the minute space that had separated them. Tightening his arms around his waist, Shiro let himself drown with the flames as their chests heaved together. Lips pliant beneath his, Shiro chased the breath they shared as he licked into Keith’s mouth, dragging out moans he had only thought he’d ever imagine.

But he was really there, in his arms, pressed against him like all those times he’d dreamed of, unaware it was ever anything he could actually have.

All that time between them swelled with all the ferocity of a southern storm, lightning crashing across their bodies as they rolled against each other. Keith’s fingers quickly discarded his snapback before they found a home nestled in the hair at the back of his scalp. The bite of his nails sent buzzing lines of anticipation and need rolling down his back as he sucked in a breath.

With his arms still wrapped around his waist, Shiro carefully shifted his position, using his strength to press Keith’s back to the mattress, pushing him up further until he was met with the embrace of his pillows.

Pulling away only when his lungs began to protest with an entirely different burn, Shiro allowed himself the opportunity to drink Keith in. Hair splayed across the white of his pillow case like spilt ink, his cheeks were dusted with the same shade of crushed flower petals, and his mouth was kiss bruised and slick. He wasn’t one for art, but in that moment he was certain the picture of Keith looking at him, eyes bright and pupils blown as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to chase Shiro’s taste, was what artists meant when they spoke of a muse.

He was inspiring, and he was there.

And in right now, he was his.

Dragging his thumb across Keith’s jawline, marveling in the way his touch made his eyes flutter, Shiro let himself just touch. Following the lines of his throat down towards the collar of his shirt, and over the clothed rise of his collarbone, he collected all the different parts of Keith.

The soft hush of his gasps.

The gentle roll of his hips.

The heat of his skin.

“Shiro,” Keith breathed as he dragged his own hands down the sides of his neck and over his chest until his palms came to rest on his pecs, the left held firmly against the strong beat of his heart.

“Is this okay?” He asked again, fingers brushing up across his shoulder and down over the cuff of his shirt until he found bare skin again. Goosebumps dotted Keith’s arm where he dragged the pads of his fingers, causing another shiver to run through him as his eyelids fluttered.

Heat was pooling in Shiro’s gut as he felt himself straining against his jeans, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop his careful exploration.

All he wanted was to continue to explore the way Keith’s moans could fill his room.

“Shiro,” he groaned again, hips twitching upward as he fisted his hands in the fabric of Shiro’s top, nails scratching dully through the cloth against his chest. “I want you, now.”

Emphasizing the last word, Keith pulled him forward by his shirt until he nearly landed face first against him. His breath danced over his lips as Keith looked at him, eyes burning with determination and unadulterated want.

“Anything else, we can figure out in the morning.”

Artlessly rolling his hips upwards against him, Keith kissed him again, swallowing the groan he earned as he began to take him apart.

“Okay,” Shiro breathed as his hands found the hem of Keith’s shirt, pushing under it to feel the sport hardened muscle of his stomach. “Okay.”

Keith was his best friend, and he was so much more. Anything else, they could figure out in the morning. Until then, they were here and now, with Keith underneath him with all the promise of everything he had ever wanted.

Shiro pushed forward once more to chase that promise.

Anything else, we can figure out in the morning.

***

The sun cut through the darkness of Keith’s dream, coloring it the same red of the backs of his eyelids as he turned his face into the the warmth next to him in an attempt at just a bit more sleep. It might have worked if that warmth didn’t shake with silent laughter, its fingers finding the hair at his temple and tenderly pushing it behind his ear.

“You need better blinds,” he muttered into Shiro’s chest before placing a chaste kiss to the skin warmed by his breath.

“You never were a morning person,” Shiro’s voice rumbled through his chest as he let his fingers trail through his hair. Humming at the touch, he pulled his head back to look up at Shiro.  His eyes were bright as if he’d been awake for quite some time now. The soft brush of happiness turned Keith’s features soft as he smiled.

Shiro’s mouth was still kiss bruised, and his cheeks still flushed as he mirrored the expression.

If he allowed his gaze to wander, he knew he would see the evidence of himself written across Shiro’s skin in the form of inky bruises and red raised lines. He relished in the idea of them. With each bruise and scratch, Keith finally marked Shiro as his.

But now, he found himself helplessly enraptured with the tender look of Shiro’s tempered steel eyes as he looked at him with open wonder.

“No,” he replied carefully, not wanting to break the warmth that was growing between them. “But I think I could be if this is what I have to look forward to.”

Keith felt the brush of Shiro’s chuckle as it stirred his hair, lips ghosting across his forehead in a quick kiss.

“If I knew that was all it took, I would have done this a long time ago,” Shiro said, tone bright with teasing as he lingered, pressing his face to his crown. A quiet settled over them both as they just basked in the feel of their skin against each others and the heat of the sun as it blanketed them with its bright glow.

It felt right, and for just a moment, Keith felt the soft sting of regret for having waited so long. Shiro was his best friend, and he always would be.

Anything else, we can figure out in the morning.

Only, there was nothing to figure out. At least, not for him. He was wholly, and completely, Shiro’s. He had been for quite some time, and even if Shiro didn’t want to pursue anything, he would carry that burden on his own.

As if he could hear his thoughts, Shiro tightened his hold on him, pulling Keith closer for a quick, crushing hug to his chest.

“Keith?” His name was soft as it blew across his hair.

“Yeah?” He asked, ignoring the way his voice faltered over the reply.

“Do you want to go get breakfast?” The question was shy, tiptoeing towards nervous. Nestled in the spaces of each word, Keith heard the underlying intent. Shiro was offering him the opportunity to go back. To undo the last night for favor of the friendship they’d cultivated. Nuzzling his face into the crook of Shiro’s throat, he ran his lips across his skin in a soft, barely there kiss.

Yes, Keith would carry the burden if he needed to. But something told him he wouldn’t have to.

Pulling back from Shiro’s embrace so that he could look up at him, Keith smiled.

“Yeah. I would love to.”

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Heartbroken...pregnant...but moving on.

I'm fine. I'm fine until I wake up and life ingulfs me and I realize what my life has become. No..its not horrible... Im sure people suffer way worse than me. In this moment of clarity, I completely believe that I am 5he absolute only female who just can't seem to grow the eff up and stop crying like a baby. But every morning..there it is..pain that swarms my every thought. Its like being stuck in a hole..climbing to the top and falling down just when your fingertips grasp the light. Your surrounded by pain and darkness and anxiety...you don't know when you will ever feel "okay" again. Okay...I'm stupid, I'm a whore, I'm whatever you want to call me...but through this time...this is what has been bothering me. I lived in key west. We couldn't afford the house we were renting, and eventually had to figure something else out. So with out being completely homeless, we decided to buy a nice tent and set up shop at a local camp ground. Don't get me wrong... It wasn't the worst thing. We had a ocean view just a block away. There was a pool and spa...a restaurant that was cheap enough. There was a playground and a bar. It didn't suck until month 3-4.. Time was going but our business wasn't getting anywhere. My boyfriend...and my daughters father ...let's just call him "D" for now...was working day and night just to make sure we had food and of course to pay for our spot..which wasn't cheap at 60-80 dollars a night depending on the season. Our daughter went to school and I had a job...so its not like we were there all the time anyway. We had a constant flow if neighbors and it just became the normal. I ended up getting pregnant that January...and I was happy as could be. It was all I wanted. I told everybody and started planning and we had plans to move to Tampa or fort Lauderdale so we could afford a lifestyle more. It was hott and uncomfortable...we had one car that kept breaking down...and only a few people in the area that we could call friends. It was hard to survive...but we kept at it with the hope of getting good money and moving up north. It was the end of January when I started to bleed heavy and went to the hospital just to confirm my worst fears. We weren't having another baby...and what was worse was that I had to miscarry in a campground, with hundreds of people using one shared bathroom. I cried for days...and the heat made it millions times worse. I didn't eat or shower...I laid in bed hoping to just die from all the physical and emotional pain. I eventually got past that part... But D and i 's relationship suffered immensely. We were constantly fighting... I developed harsh feelings for him. I didn't feel love from him and he wasn't getting it from me. We fought in front of our six year old daughter almost daily. One day he told me he had a friend coming down to help him with a few bigger jobs he started to get. I was mad that he was having a friend come and see where we lived as well as hearing his father who was out of his mind do to his alcoholism and a few strokes...would be there as well. The day he came ...and we will just call D's friend as "C" ...I was working. He came buy at 7pm and picked me up in C's car. We drove to our tent site and that was the first time I saw him. He was tall...bronze skin and dark curly hair. Nothing I ever thought I would be attracted too...but he looked at me and just looking into his eyes...I felt an instant connection with him. I quickly looked away so he wouldn't see my pale skin turn a horrible shade of red. I tried to ignore it...in my defense. I knew that any thoughts towards D's friend were completely inexcusable and I couldn't go there. We all worked so it made things easier...but when we came home after dinner.. I couldn't avoid it. I started doing my hair to perfection...always putting makeup on. I played with the idea of him feeling the same way...so that whenever I looked at him I would just smile and look elsewhere. I of course used my charm and whit to get him to notice my flirtatious attitude. Hiding it from D as best as I could. I did his laundry one day and folded it and D asked me why about a million times..but I could never tell him the real reason. The night before valentines day... D went to take a shower and I came out of the tent after putting down my daughter...I made a lot of noise to see if he would come out of his own tent.. And I eventually heard the sound I'd been longing to hear. He slowly unzipped the zipper and came out to the table to talk to me. He told me how he was in a relationship with a girl he didn't want to be with anymore. They lived together and he couldnt stand her. He said they were gonna break up when he got back home...my insides completely melted. I then told him about my and D's troubles and that I was going to move back home "where C lived" and just be single for awhile. That's basically where it started between us. On valentines day, he let me use his car to drive to work with D's permission...and I couldn't help but to smell the seatbelt over and over because it smelled so much like his cologne. I bought some stuff for D and then bought some cresent pastries for C because he had said how much he liked them. I put hearts all over it and told him I felt bad that his girlfriend couldn't be here for him at this time. That afternoon I finally mustered up the courage to go up to him and ask for his phone number. I played it off like I just wanted it "just in case" and I gave him mine...but we all know where my motivations were ;). That next morning I was on cloud nine driving to work because he had sent me the first text. At work..I pretty much fessed up about how attractive he was to me and that I couldn't help that I felt this way...and he told me he felt exactly the same way. My heart was soaring. I had never been so attracted to someone like him and the fact that the feelings were mutual was just the cherry on the top. He told me that he had sprayed his seatbelt with his cologne on purpose..and the whole time he knew what I was doing because he was flirting too. We talked all day and all night on the phone.. Soon enough we decided to get a Voxer account for our texting so that D wouldn't find out. The next morning , D left to take our daughter to school and he asked if I would come out so that he could kiss me. I straightened up every ounce of strength I had a went out there to his bright and beautiful smile. He walked up to me and put his hands on my waist, and me his shoulders and I completely melted into his kiss. It was heart racing and probably the best kiss I'd ever had. It felt like days had passed when we finally broke free from each other as I heard D's truck driving back to our site. We quickly dispersed back into our tents..with my hands shaking and my knees feeling weak. His next text said " you have the softest lips ever..I could kiss you forever" each word singing praises into my ears. I was flying and nothing could bring me down...not even D's shitty attitude. It was such a crazy experience though. I had D...who I'd dated for 9 years... He was my best friend for so long and I know I would always love him as my child's dad...but the more time went on with C, I just couldn't imagine being with D anymore. We went to the beach one day, where I decided to drink more than I should have and got totally trashed. On the way home I had to stop to throw up and it was the worst most embarrassing thing to happen. I laid my head against the window behind C's seat and he reached back to put his hand on my left leg. His touch meant everything to me especially after what just happened. D also had his hand on my right knee...and having two guys rubbing my leg without even knowing it...trying to sober up was probably the craziest thing I've ever been through. Things with C got more serious everyday we were together... I secretly always did his laundry. Slipped him notes and dedicated him songs. Him being there made me so happy. One night we decided we just had to be together. We waited until D fell asleep.. And went into the back of his car. It was so terrifying knowing that D could come out of the tent at any time...but it made our adrenaline rush that much stronger. We kissed and held each other... And finally decided to call it quits and head to bed. The next day at work he told me he loved me. It shocked me in many ways. I knew that I didn't love him like I loved D. That was unconditional... But my feelings for him were electric... I dreamed about walking down the isle to those exact eyes. He told me I was his soul mate and that we would have to elope and run away together. His last day in the keys was heart breaking... D went to work and C left right before. I thought I would die inside because he left before D without being able to say goodbye to me. After D left I went in the tent and cried all before a got a text. " I'm just down the street..is he gone?" He wasn't leaving yet and I was ecstatic. We kissed so much and I cried to him... I wanted to be his more than words...but he had to leave...and I had to let him go. We text back and forth nonstop...and hiding it from D was no easy ordeal. He would constantly check my phone because all along I know he felt our connection. There was no denying it. I loved C and I couldn't help it. I didn't do it to hurt D...I just was happy for the first time in so long. Every morning I'd wake up with a good morning beautiful and every day we would video chat and talk. I started walking into work smiling at my phone and it caused some unwanted attention from another guy I worked with. He then started texting me constantly...asking me to hook up with him. MY head started to swoon as I had three guys wanting MY attention. I was flattered...but my heart belonged to C...and there was no denying it. D and I started to fight nonstop...and I had finally made the decision (with the help of C) to come back home with my daughter. The last day, the guy from work begged me to just hang out with him one time and I decided to live it up and see what could happen. We drove into the mangroves and just had a good time. My heart wasn't in it with him though and I wished him off with a goodbye and packed up the rest of my stuff. I couldn't wait to see C...it had been three months and I could tell you that I was possibly in love with him. We couldn't let my daughter know so he couldn't pick us up from the airport...but as soon as my plane touched down...all thoughts were on him. My mom drove us to her house and promised to watch my daughter. I put on my nicest outfit and my best perfume. I did my hair and makeup to perfection and as soon as his gf went to sleep, he snuck out of his house and I met him in a parking lot. My legs felt like jello as he got out and hugged me with a big bouquet of flowers. We went to a friend of his house and parked on the side street. We talked about him and his gf breaking up and me and D breaking up..but we really just couldn't keep our hands off each other. After that...I started going to his house every night...the second night we finally had sex and it was like...purely amazing. He was the best I'd ever had, but maybe it was because I was just completely attracted to him. The next night we met at Kroger's and holding his hand was like literally the most amazing feeling in the world. I was in love and blind to what was coming next.... Nothing anyone could have told me would have saved me from where I am today...because C had me wrapped around his pretty bronze finger. I did everything for him... I Brought him food and cigarettes... Gave him back massages every night and sex whenever he wanted. He and i would video message eachother when he was at work and get naked and i would send him pic after pic to get him off. I was his personal sex slave and did whatever he asked me to do. Soon his gf found out about me and moved out...D was still working in key west when he eventually found the secret app and read everything between us. I told him it was over and that I was in love with C. D started to call and message C...and it scared C horribly. He was on edge and it hindered us quite a bit...but I was oblivious to any doubt's C was having because I felt like things between us had just started. His girlfriend finally moved out and I was able to come stay with him every night. I eventually got a new job making good money and a new car. Life was so good...I was going to the gym regularly and losing weight. I wanted to become everything C wanted.....that was until C told me about a job he had done at a woman's house. She was 40 something... With five kids and he told me how he felt so bad for her because she had to do it all alone. It was odd to me to hear this...but I felt like he had a good heart and that was it. Every night was the same....I'd get to his house...go to his room...put on one of his million dolphins jersey with nothing on underneath and he would come and put on our playlist and it would be an amazing night. One night he told me he wasn't home yet at 10pm because he was babysitting one of that lady's kids. It was her little 2 year old girl he said he was absolutely crazy about. He even video messaged me while he was there and I literally thought nothing of it. Until the next morning he told me he stayed up talking with (let's call her S) until 3 in the morning. He said he looked up to her and thought so much of her...and it was then I felt just a pang of jealousy. At that time...D was calling me everyday just crying and crying...he was heartbroken...but I didn't know what to say. I finally told C about it and he said he was worried about that. That night at C's house...we talked a lot about S. He told me that it wasn't like that because he didn't think she would ever fall for someone like him....but if she did...he would be extremely happy. I was lost...I thought he wanted me...but now he was telling me this? Things werent that bad...I didn't know how he could say this to me. He told me it would never happen though with her and we just continued to fuck and go on with life. The next week, S wasn't mentioned even once...and I felt like things were getting back on track. C was sick...and I took care of him. Bringing him soup and bread from panera...rubbing his back and servicing him in every way. He finally started to feel better until I found out D was coming down here to see our daughter. I didn't think much of it... The last day I saw C.. I teased him a little so that he would want me after D left...but I didn't give it up. He tried dragging me up the stairs to his room...but I declined.. Hoping he would want me even more later. D finally left the next day...and I was anxious to be with C. I couldn't wait...and he told me to come over that night after work. I got ready and looked my best for him when he tried to Skype me. It took four or five time for him to say it due to our bad connection...but he said that him and S had been talking since that one night he told me about her...and that S wanted him and he wanted her...and that we could just be friends. I couldn't believe the words he was saying....I was speechless. I cried and begged him to not do this...that things had just started for us and were going to get better...but his mind was made up...and I had to move on. I completely stopped eating and caring about anything. I was the skinniest I'd been since highschool and my heart hurt everyday. That was June 1st...and it is now August 11th. C and I have talked only twice and I have made every intention on telling him I am now happy and moved on when it is the complete opposite. I wake up with heartache everyday...I ended up gaining the weight back and stopped going to the gym. D came back for good and started living with my mom and us too. At first I told him I didn't want him...but eventually having him there eased a little of the hurt I was feeling. D felt like it was his fault for what I did because he treated me like shit...but in a way...I don't think that is true. I hate myself for everything and wish I had never met C. I cry daily and the hurt never goes away. I just found out I am now pregnant with our second child due to a faulty condom..me and D...and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. My depression has taken over my whole being and I don't know if I will ever be happy again. I pray that C will end things with S everyday....but in the end I know that even if he did...I couldn't let him back into my life anyway. I was at my best being with him and now I feel like I'm at my worst. I just want to feel like how I felt with him...but I just keep burying myself deeper inside this hole. Deeper into my depression. I just want to move on and be happy. Here's to another day...

[kaywritesthings]

God and Country

Gabe: Gabriel had only meant to be in Branson for a couple of days. He'd never really done any business in the middle of the country before, and had honestly never thought he'd ever go there. What did he- an openly gay corporate Jew have any business being in the bible belt? But he hadn't been able to ignore the money coming out of some of these businesses, and when they offered his firm an exclusive contract, he'd had to take it. Gabe had never been anywhere but the coasts before, other than his trips overseas, and he didn't know what to expect of Branson. He found that their business men were a little more laid back- as evidenced by them saying they wanted to spend a day at the water park when it got to hot.

Gabe: And sitting there in that exclusive cabana in between 'meetings' in the wave pool, Gabe had seen him for the first time, sitting out there by the pool, all bronzed skin and little red trunks. Gabe knew he couldn't possibly be in love with someone at first sight, but it was definitely lust at first sight and it didn't matter that a guy like that would never be interested in him and was probably way too young for him. He felt something like an obsession brewing, and when it was time to leave at the end of the week, Gabe forwarded all his business calls to his upscale hotel room and stayed. He started sneaking out to the water park, just to try and get a glimpse of the guy, the god just sitting there watching people splash around. And then he tried to talk to him, once or twice, but he was invisible. Today, Gabe was sitting there, trying to think of some way to catch his interest. And he'd been so absorbed in thought as he walked deeper into the wave pool, he tripped over his own two feet and went down hard, the waves pulling him deeper and deeper so it was hard to pull his head out and catch a breath.

Clyde: Clyde mostly watched people. wAtched families. He wondered what it would be like to have one. He had his aunt. Who came out here sometimes, and they had a nice chat. She enjoed the lazy river. He loved his aunt to death and wanted her happy. He even set up dates for her when he could, but nothing ever stuck with her. The wave pool was often very dangerous for some people. Some who wanted to go deep and not realize the water came high over and over again, causing a slight panic. Clyde had to keep telling people to back away from the side of the pool, in fear they might get stuck in the cracks. It's happen before, and it was always hard to see those people. He saw the man. He had been here a few times. He had a cabana with the tv. He seemed to be rich. Clyde tried to remember those who came a few times. He saw the man go under. He had noticed the man kept looking at him. He blew his whistle to alert the lifeguards he was going in. He grabbed his float device and jumped out towards him. He swam towards him and slipped the floating device around his chest and pulled him back towards the shallow end of the pool. People moved out of the way the best they could, sicnce waves knocked people around. He sat him down on the shade pool. "You alright?" He asked. He had his hand on the mans back. He checked his breathing and his eyes. "Whats your name?" He usually asked that to see if water had not done any damage to his brain

Gabe: Gabe started to feel more and more panicked as he couldn't get back to the surface, when he suddenly felt something slung around his chest and felt himself being pulled towards the surface. He felt strong arms around him and it was so nice that he didn't bother fighting them, or even fighting for breat at first, because arms. When he blinked his eyes open a few moments later, he saw it was him, his obsesssion sitting over him, running his hands over his back. Gabe felt such an intense jolt of shock and desire that he let out a woozy sound and laid back, coughing up some more water. When he blinked his eyes open again, he saw that angel looking down at him with the sunlight haloing his dark hair. "Waz yours, hot stuff?" he drawled out and then coughed again, shaking his head and trying to remember himself. "Oh my.. my name. Is. It's a name. Gabriel. Kain. Gabe. People call me Gabe. You can call me Gabe?" he said and it came out in a strange kind of question and he took a shaky breath and slumped down, sort of against the guy's chest because it was right there and it felt so good.

Clyde: Clyde snorted and rubbed his back and let the man lean against him."Deep breaths." He wondered if Gabe was ok, he was a bit out of it. Anotehr life guard ran over to check in on the situation. "We are ok, I'll wave you over if we need anything." He commented. She nodded and ran off. "Ok Gabe.. " Hesaid. he put his hand on his chest. He checked for pulses. He could be a nurse, but ugh hospitals. He knew how to check for stress in the body. "Do you think you can stand? Take your time. ok?" He said. "I'm Clyde.. I noticed you have a nice cabana. Would you like me to help you over there?"

Gabe: Gabe was almost too frightened to speak or do anything, because he'd never had a man as hot as this ever touching him, ever, and he was worried he could startle him away and it would never happen again. He nearly swooned even at the way he said his name, and felt something dizzy in his head again. "I don't know," he said weakly when he asked if he could walk. "Clyde," he said, and he knew he was saying it too dreamy, but he couldn't help it. He had a name. "Clyde my savior," he added, and then realized he'd spoken outloud and flushed a little. "Yes, yes, help me, I don't feel myself," he added, and his voice squeaked just a little. He wrapped an arm cautiously around Clyde's shoulders to help himself reach his feet, and stumbled a little when he felt just a bit of Clyde's chest press against his own. God in heaven, he was perfect, every part of him. "It's that one," he said pointing vaguely. "You know I have one? You noticed me? Me?"

Clyde: Clyde snorted when he started to call him savior. He was a bit out of it. Maybe he had been in the sun a bit too long? He walked the man slowly, the man was going very slow and he couldnt tell if that was on purpose or he was really out of it. He let the man touch his chest and back. He was use to it. Being a life guard meant no bubble space usually. He usually recused handsy women. "You are a park member? We are told to know them. " he said as if it was his job, but he noticed him. Gabe kept looking at him all the time and there was a buzz around the place he was a VIP type person. He helped him to his cabana. "Let me get you water. But you must rest a while.. No more sun activity for at least 30 minutes." He said as he helped him soit down. The man had a louis vutton sun bag and calvin klein towel, not to mention high end flip flops. Some people were just so rich and it was unfair at times. "Let me get you water, and I am afraid I must go back to work. I am on slide duty... soon. We had a couple of call ins, so we are low of guard today... sorry you dont want to hear this.. Do you like pizza?"

Gabe: Gabe blinked a little bit, trying to get the sun out of his eyes but looking at Clyde was like looking at sun and he was so, so beauitful and he was having a hard time thinking of things to say. In a courtroom or a delibration, Gabe always had so much to say, all the perfect things, but right now...it was all gone. "Member? I was supposed to just visit, but...I should...Member. I could do that." Gabe sat down in his cabana but didn't let go of Clyde for a long moment, til he sensed that he made it werid and slowly let go. Gabe perked up a little when Clyde said he had to go back to work, because he didn't want him to, and he almost lept up. "Oh slide? Which slide? The slides are great here, right?" he said. Gabe actually had no idea, the slides were kind of intimidating, and he'd mostly stayed in the wave pool and the lazy river. "I love pizza," he said sincerely reaching out to awkwardly grab Clyde's bicep as if in a move of solidarity. "I could get you pizza. Us. Us pizza."

Clyde: "I can't eat pizza on duty." He laughed. "they have us on a diet. Oh wow, again. I sound like I'm bitching. It's good. I like the diet." He loved carbs. Pasgetti carbs which he would go to in like 3 days when he had money for it. He had to pay for other boring things first. He also loved the zoo. Which he could only go to once a year pretty much unless he just went to visit. He did have passes to Silve dollar city working for their water park. "I just want to make sure you are ok, before I have to go" He said with a wide smile. "I'll get you pizza." He smiled and stood up. "You'll be ok. Uh, the rapid slide. With the large tube. " He winked. "See you around Gabe, if you dont feel well.. please call for first aid." He went to get a bottle of water and brought it back. "And STAY hydrated."

Gabe: "Right, right," Gabe said and nodded, and pursed his lips out a little. "But after. I could get you pizza later. If you wanted," he said and then let out a high pitched nervous laugh. He ran his fingers through his soggy curls and smiled back at Clyde almost shyly. "How do...do you have a number? For first aid?" he fumbled and then grabbed the bottle, trying not to let it slip through his fingers. "Yes, I will. Thank you. Clyde. See you..haah, round the tubes."

Clyde: Clyde usually didnt go for Gabe types. He wasnt sure if Gabe was into him or not. He seemed straight, but now.. Now that he looked closer some things were making sense to why he was looking at him. "Uh yeah." He said as he pulled out a magazine and set it on the table. "It's the first page.. under first aid. They will rush out here." He smiled. "Stay hydrated I mean it." He shook his index finger at him like a mother would a child. He was being silly. He knew people though they needed to do him favors for saving them. "It's my job Gabe. I'm just glad you are ok.. " He smiled. "Pizza here is good, but pagettis is the best. If you ever been.. " He heard his name being called he waved. "Be there in a bit!" He shouted back at his friend

Gabe: Gabe was starting to wish he'd actually listened to a few of those matchmakers when they tried to set him up, because they did have a lot to say about how to talk to guys, but he hadn't been paying all that much attention. "Oh so it doesn't direct to you then?" he asked, frowning a little down at the magazine. He lifted his water bottle and shook it at him a little playfully. "Hydration, I got it." He laughed softly. "I could take you there!" he started to say, but Clyde was already leaving. Gabe sighed and sat down. He finished off his water bottle and tapped his toes anxiously on the concrete for a few moments before deciding to go for it and heading up to the line for the tube slide. He'd never tried it and it looked a little intimidating, but it might be fun?

Clyde: Clyde heard him yelling. He didnt hear what he said. He saw a couple girls looking at him. One girl ran up to ask if he was single. "My friend wants to know. "He laughed. "Is our friend a male?" He asked. They got the idea and sighed loudly, mumbling about how all the hot ones were gay. He went to the water slid and grabbed the tube. He liked to throw it at the people and kick water on them as they went down. He a couple cups of water. He downed them between people getting on the rafts. He saw Gabe and lifted his brow. He saw him in liine and snorted

Gabe: The line was going fairly quickly and Gabe was bouncing a little on his feet as he waited. Partially out of nerves and excitement to see Clyde again, but also because the concerete was hot against his feet. He should have put his flip flops back on. When he saw Clyde seeing him he jumped up and waved wildly. "Clyde! Hi Clyde! It's me! From down that way!"

Clyde: Clyde laughed out loud. He sighed. he nodded. "I dont think you waited thirty minutes and where is your water!" He shouted. He pulled the raft up and tossed it at Gabe when he came. He wondered if he had friends with him "Just you?" He asked. The weight might not be enough. He waved his friend over to get in with Gabe. She had to go that way anyway. She got in the tube and smiled at Gabe. "Hi!" Clyde splashed water at Gabe and pushed them down the slide. The girl smiled at Gabe. She could tell he was into Clyde. Like most woman were.

Gabe: "I drank it all," he said when Clyde mentioned the water and was touched that he remembered it, but didn't want to read too much into it because that would be wrong. But what if Clyde liked him just a little. He did laugh, so maybe they were laughing together and he wasn't laughing at him like other guys? Gabe could dream. "Oh. Yes," he said, suddenly looking around when he realized that the rafts were going out with more than one person on it. He chuckled when he got splashed and gave the other lifegard a wave when she joined him, though he wished Clyde could. "Hi!" he said brightly anyway, and sputtered a little when Clyde spalshed him. "So is Clyde single?" he asked without thinking, the question turning into a yell as they hit the first big curve of the ride. He hadn't been hanging on and flopped over a little, letting out another loud yell.

Clyde: Megan laughed when he asked if Clyde was single. She was use to people looking at Clyde like he was some greek god. She got out of the tube and helped him up. She grabbed his hand "Yes, and he's gay." She felt like she should give that bit of information. "He's very popular with guest though." She told Gabe. "Why you want to ask him out?" She walked towards the pathway that divided for the slides. She put her hair in a pony tail. She smiled at Gabe She thought maybe he was a bit too old for Clyde and a bit unfit. Although, she never knew Clydes type of men. So maybe those two thing wouldnt be a big deal. "I can talk to him if you want me to?"

Gabe: Gabe was thinking he was being pretty smooth at least until he was trying to climb out of the tube and the lifeguard told him that Clyde was gay. Then he stumbled and smacked his chest hard against the water before struggling to his feet. "I tried to, but he kind of walked away," Gabe said with a small sigh. "I'll just go up again. I'm used to people saying no the first few times," he said a little cheerily, and smiled at the girl. "You would do that? For me?" he said and squealed happily pulling her into a strange sort of hug. "You are so nice, what can I do for you? Do you like manolos? You know the shoe? I just signed a contract with them, and they are dying to send me perks."

Clyde: She giggled. "He's kinda shy. Don't take it personal. It took me weeks to get him to talk to me." She said. "It's the indian in him. ARE YOU OK?" She saw him trip a little when she said he was gay. "He likes pagettis a lot and kangroos. " She shrugged. "Manolos? Like, what's taht? I am lucky if I get nice things from Target." She giggled. "Don't worry about it. I dont need anything." She skipped back up. "oh and hes switching rides." She pointed to the next slide over.

Gabe: Gabe let out a little hum and nodded, trying to file all of that away. "Oh I don't take it personal," he said and smiled at her. "I know what I look like. I just have to wear people down a little to look past all of it," he said and slapped his sides a little, a good natured look on his face. "I'll bring you something anyway. You'd like it, I promise. It's what everyone's all about in the big cities." He started up to the ride and then pouted when he didn't see Clyde but then smiled again when the girl pointed him out. "Thank you! So do you switch out a lot? I need to learn his scheudle. Is he here tomorrow? Or the next day?" He gulped a little at the next slide. "That looks a little intimidating. But I can do it. Thank you for your help!"

Clyde: "He's here tomorrow, but not the next day. We switch every 30 minutes GOOD LUCK! " She waved at him and ran to her spot Clde was feeling a bit hungry, and was a little annoyed they havent let him go for a lunch break yet. He knew they were under staff today. He could fight through it. He saw Gabe and smiled. He wasnt sure if Gabe was into him or feeling like he owed him something for saving his life. Some people had that ' I owe you a favor' thing about them. Clyde waved for people to go down the slid and sang along to the song as they went. He saw Gabe. "No hats." He laughed

Gabe: "Thanks!" Gabe called back and waved at her as he ran off to get in line for the next slide. He flushed and smiled too big when he caught Clyde's eye near the slide. "Oh, hats, right," he said and took off his hat, and then held it a little awkwardly in his hand. "So, Clyde," he said, trying to keep his attention as he waited for the slide. He got into his inner tube a little awkwardly. "A birdie told me you like Pasgettis so if you're feeling a little hungry after you shift, maybe I can take you?"

Clyde: Clyde knew the little birdy must be blonde and named Megan. He blushed and smiled. He sighed. "Your turn." He snorted and waved at him to go. "Go." He laughed and blushed. People in line waited for him, but all looked a Clyde "say yes!" Someone elled behind Gabe. "Green means go, Gabe" He waved at the other rider to go.

Gabe: "Wait, wait, wait," Gabe said and held himself back from the edge a little. "Clyde. Clyde. Do you want to go? You should go." He grinned. "Okay I'll go but I'll just come back up and ask you again," he said and smiled widely, wiggling his eyebrows cheesily before sliding down the slide.

Clyde: Clyde sighed and tossed his head back. A few people behind Gabe encouraged it by holding back and saying he should say yes. "Go!" He laughed and waved them on. He took sunscreen and knew this made people watch him, but he was feeling hot. He started to rub it on his chest and looked down to see Gabe back. "you sure do know how to book it." He laughed. "Go. Green." He snorted. "HATS!" He yelled

Gabe: Gabe wasn't a runner by any means, but he did try. He booked it up the slide again, passing others on the way. He was determined and that made him faster. He was breathing hard by the time he made it back though and took a few deep, heavy breaths and then looked him up and down, gasping for more breath as he saw Clyde there with the sunscreen and the rubbing. He choked on air a little. "So. What do you say? Pasgettis on me?"

Clyde: "Green." he laughed. He was red in the face. He had gentleman ask him for an ight, but not one who was risking health and running for it. He wasnt one to say no. He had that whole bargain thing about him. He must be some sort of lawyer. "Hmm.. " He hummed. "go."He teased. This was kind of fun in a sick way. "And drink water. "

Gabe: Gabe tried to sick around a little more and held back, even if people were pushing at him to go. He smiled up at Clyde. "Oh come on. Do I have to throw in something else? I'll get you dessert too. Wherever you want. Those custard things are popular here, right? I'll get you a fancy drink with an umbrella in it." He grinned. "Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes!" he screamed as he was pushed down the slide again.

Clyde: Clyde laughed. He sighed and stood up. It was his turn to switch rides .He left knowing Gabe would come up and meet up with John instead. He went back down to the lazy river. He sat on the bench and sort of reminded the boss he was starving. The boss sighed and said after the lazy river he could eat. He felt dizzy and nodded. He sort of thought hte boss starved them on purpose, to keep them thin or something. He went to sit on a chair, wondering if Gabe would find him. He watched his boss look away and he snucked away to the back of one of the pizza houses and slid in to grab a piece . He ate it quickly and felt semi better.

Clyde: wait its out of order on my para, he went to get the pizza first and scarved it down as he went to sit on the chair on the lazy river thing

Gabe: Gabe rushed back up again after he came down, sputtering water this time because his leap off of the inner tube had been less than graceful. He rushed back up to the slide and felt his heart sink when he got to the front of the line and Clyde wasn't there. So he just positioned himself at the start and refused to go until the new guy told him where Clyde had gone. He made a few people annoyed, but he promised if they showed up to his cabana later he would get them all pizza and sodas and they seemed to calm down a little. Gabe went down the slide then made his way over to the lazy river and floated along til he saw Clyde and then stopped. "Hi!" he said and waved. "You tried to get away from me but I found you. You can't push me down a slide now."

Clyde: John laughed. "He's at the lzy river, dude.. you like his dad or something?" He asked. He was 19 and everyon over the age 25 looked old as fuck. He downed water. He chocked when he heard Gabe "dude, oh my god." He laughed. "You found me" He shook his head. "If I say yes, will you stop trying to give yourself a heat stroke to talk to me?" He kicked a splash of water at him. "Go.. you are holding up traffi" He put his foot on his intertube and kicked him to move witht he flow of the river.

Gabe: "I'm not his dad," Gabe said and gave him a slightly dirty look. "I'm trying to ask him out,' he said finally. He forgot about that encounter by the time he found Clyde again and looked up at him sort of like he was a lost puppy dog. "Yes, yes, if you say yes, I'll go get out of the sun for a few minutes, I promise-" he said and then sputtered when the water splashed him in the face. He let himself keep going and sighed. "You know I'll just come around again!"

Clyde: "I know you will. Drink water.." He yelled. This guy wasnt going to give up. But, just like every other straight male who wanted him, it would end by tonight. And how the hell he did he know his favorite place. Oh right, Megan.That brat. He saw him come back around "That was fast. Did you knock down people to swim over." For a bigger man, he was fast. "Go... go rest. I said yes. go." He rolled his eyes. "I'll be at the wave pool next."

Gabe: "I will after you say you'll go out with me," he said and smiled brightly as the river swept him away. He did paddle quickly around and slowed down a lot when he rounded the corner to Clyde's section again. "Hi," he said and smiled brightly. "I don't know what you mean. "Wait. Yes? For real yes? What time do you get off? We can go then. Or do you need to go home first. I can pick you up! I can do that. For sure." Gabe let out a giddy laugh, almost not believing it. "I'll go rest, and see you at the wave pool! You really mean yes???"

Clyde: He kicked water at him. "go rest." He shouted. "go go, you are crazy." He teased. He got up to go to the wave pool. He asked if he could have a short break, but he was pushed right to the wave pool. He got another cup full of water. He was glad he ate a little bit, and knew tonight he might turn the man off with devouring a whole plate of food. He tried to imagine what sort of sex was lined up for him tonight. He wasnt sure what style Gabe liked, usually he could tell top or bottom. kinky or not. He was hard to figure out. But probably top. Which was fine. He knew sex had to be on the man's mind, and to doube check that. He stood up and started to rub his lower abs and thighs with sun lotion to see if he got any reaction out of the man all the way from his cabana. It was fun to torture men sometimes.

Gabe: Gabe laughed brightly to himself as he finished going around the lazy river. And a that point he really did go back to the cabana. He was so happy he went and bought a whole stack of pizzas and set them up inside of his cabana, letting anyone that wanted some come and pick up a slice or enjoy the cool air inside the VIP cabana. He was giddy and started looking at his phone, trying to plan out a perfect evening. Maybe Clyde would want to go to a show later, he should have asked that girl earlier what kind of shows he liked. Either way, Gabe was sure he could get tickets. He was deep in planning when he looked up and saw Clyde back over at the wade pool. He blinked at him, his eyes going wide and his breath getting a little short just watching him slowly caress himself with the lotion. Gabe would have killed someone to be there doing that right now. He sighed heavily and watched him raptly. He tried to rest he did, but he soon found himself paddling out to see Clyde. "Hi again," he said brightly from his tube in the wave pool. "So what kind of shows do you like? What's good here? Do you need help with that lotion? I can help."

Clyde: Clyde tried to follow his questions. "Are you new here?" He asked. He shrugged. "I like mini golf" He shouted and pointed toa couple boys to get back away from the ledge. The waves were going to start in two minutes. "Stay from the deep end." He told him. He was in the more shallow part of the ride. "I get off in an hour. I need to shower. I need to go to my house.. I will meet ou there. At the restaurant." He blushed when he said he needed help. He wondered where this man was staying. Probably somewhere fancy like the castle hotel or hilton. Where they had a working hot tub and flat screen tvs. "I got to work.' He teaed as he looked around the water.

Gabe: "Sort of!" Gabe said when Clyde asked if he was new here. "I'm staying. For the summer," he said, because well...now he was, it seemed. It wasn't a lie if he intended to do it. He grinned. "Mini golf! Great! I'm actally not bad a golf, I can give you a run for your money," he babbled happily and splashed around. "Okay, what time? I'll make us a reservation." Gabe was practically bouncing with excitement. "Am I getting in the way of you working?" he said innocently and fluttered his eyelashes. "I'm just sitting here."

Clyde: "Yes you are." He laughed. "you are trying to get me fired." He warned him. He saw people geting pizza from the cabana. Wasnt he here alone? He watched the water and tried to stop looking over at Gabe who kept looking at him. He got down off his tower. The night crew was coming in. He grabbed a towel to dry off. "I have to take a shwoer." He saw Gabe was close to his side. He knew that Gabe could go with him. He went to the public ones.

Gabe: "No, I'm just enjoying your company," Gabe said brightly. "You're very good at your job, you saved my life earlier and everything." But Gabe did stop talking so much and just laid on his raft and watched him until he came down. Gabe fell into step beside him, surprised that Clyde was going towards the public showers. Well, Gabe could go there too. "I should too. So are you done for the day? You did some. Some really good work today."

Clyde: "Thank you." He blushed. "But you know. You dont have to take me out to eat because I did my job." He teased. He removed his shorts and smiled He went in the shower butt naked after that and started the shower. "The shampoo on the bench. I forgot it. Can you hand it to me?" He teased. He reached his hand out. It always felt good to be clean.

Gabe: Gabe looked over a Clyde and tried to think of a good response, but he just sputtered nonsense because Clyde had taken off his shorts. Gabe forgot how to breathe for a second, just looking him over and gasping for breath, holding the wall so he didn't fall over. "Oh, shampoo right," he said grabbing it and reaching to give it to him, slipping a little on the tile and sliding into the stall with him. "Hi," he breathed, looking him over. He knew he should leave but frogot how to work his legs.

Clyde: "Hi. You sure do deliever, dont you?" He poured the shampoo in his hair and started to wash his hair. He squirted a handful of it and rubbed it against Gabe's head and hair. He liked how thick his hair was, and for testing he grabbed a handful of curls and tugged. He undid his hair and grabbed a bar of soap. "do you mind getting my back, honey?" He asked. "Tell me where youa re from?"

Gabe: "I uh. I try too," he said, still stumbling over his words. He was surprised Clyde wasn't kicking him out, so he just stayed, letting out another gasp when Clyde put some shamppo in his hair. He didn't want to, but he let out a surprised moan when Clyde tugged at his hair. He immediately tried to push down at his pants, becasue the tent had to be obvious now, but it was just too much happening at the same time. He reached out with shaky hands nad took the soap and started to rub at Clyde's back, trying not to moan again, and be a little less creepy. "New York," he managed to say. "I have an apartment in New York. But I travel everywhere."

Clyde: "New York? I never been" He said softly as he closed his eyes and let Gabe was his back. "You live in the best place on earth in usa.. And you are in branson?" He asked. "Surely, the men there are plentiful and gorgeous?" He wouldnt know what a man who lived in new ork would see in a country native like him. He turned around and let Gabe was his chest. "What do you do?" He asked. "You see what I do.. well and college next semester.. "

Gabe: "You might like it," Gabe said his voice a little hushed now as he worked to control his body and bit at his lower lip to stop from moaning. But it was so hard. Clyde was so perfect. "None like you," he breathed and his breath caught a little. He blinked up at him when Clyde turned and started to wash his chest too, his lower lip trembling a little with how aroused he was right now. "I'm a coporate lawyer. I work with... pretty much all the big companies in New York. And here now too," he said and swallowed. "What are you...what are you studying," he stuttered out, his hands getting lower and lower on Clyde's chest and starting over his abs, his fingers brushing Clyde's hips.

Clyde: Gabe was very rich. Which made Clyde a little more interested. It was good to be good looking for some things. Other times it was annoing like with straight girls and asshole men. "Graphic designs." He bumped his thigh into Gabe's hardon. Poor thing. He wondered when was the last time he had sex? Altough he knew he made people hard sometimes just being in his life guard suit, him and the girls. The life guard females got hit on the most. He shook his head to get the water out of it. "Where are you staying? Is it nice? If not. I know good places to stay. Or so I heard they were good places" He babbled on. He turned off the water and stepped out. "you might need some time alone? yeah?" He winked. "I am ging to go log out and get dressed. Meet you out front by the sign in 20 minutes?"

Gabe: "Graphic design is good-" Gabe tried to say, even if that wasn't very intelligent, but it was hard to think of anything right now. He let out a loud moan without being able to hold it back when Clyde's thugh bumped against him. And then he stumbled back, flushing hard and whispering a fervent apology. "I uh...sorry, sorry," he breathed and closed his eyes, then cracked one open to see if Clyde was just going to leave. "I'm saying at the Haytt," he said and shivered. "The uh. The penthouse suite. You can come check it out, if you...if you want." He flushed more when Clyde mentioned him needing some time alone and groaned, closing the door when Clyde left and deciding to take use of the time anyway. He dropped his shorts then and leaned against the wall, biting into his lips hard to keep from making too much sound as he quickly jerked himself to completion. He felt embarassed to be doing that, but he couldn't help it. How could people be that hot? He quickly washed himself and found his clothes, changing and going back out to the sign, looking around for Clyde.

Clyde: Clyde was a little excited to se the inside of a hyatt. They wouldnt even let him in that hotel. It was often too posh for him. It was where the country stars and rich out of towners went. He wish he had better clothes, but he wasnt expecting a date. He had a marvel tank top and shorts. He really had very little hair product and adjusted his hair around his head ina mess shag. He came out and met him. "Hey." He said feeling overwhelmed Gabe changed into very high designed clothes. "I look like shit.. sorry. I can go home and change. I just.. it's all I had and I didnt expect to do anything after work."

Clyde: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CqFB2LtXgAAm...

Clyde: (wearing that haha)

Gabe: Gabe smiled brightly when he saw Clyde come over and looked him up and down. he looked delicious even in just a tank top and shorts. Gabe couldn't get over how perfect he was. It was so hard for him to think clearly around him. "No, no, you look perfect," Gabe assured him. "You look perfect. I'm just overdressed. This is how people dress in New York, I'm not used to this," he said and let out a short little laugh. "Really. You're so...hot. Handsome. Beautiful. Whatever you like." Gabe was a little flustered. "So. I um. My car should be here to pick us up in a second."

Clyde: "Your car should pick us up?" He asked. He blushed when he rattled on about his looks. "Yeah, well looks arent everything." was all he could think to say. He didnt think he had a really cool persoanlity to go with it. He wish he did. He felt underdress, and even if he went home to change, everything was from goodwill or wal mart. "Are.. you married? I didnt see a ring, but sometimes guy take it off on vacation here. I dont think a lot of hetero people are happy, but sorry... if you are bi curious. " He rambled on. "Do you like italian food?"

Gabe: "No, no I didn't mean to...imply that they were," Gabe said, stumbling over his words a little. "I'm sorry I'm not very smooth. Most guys don't say yes, so I'm a little..." He trailed off and let out a little laugh. He wrinkled his nose a little when he asked about being married and then shook his head as the car pulled up, a black mercedes. Gabe reached to open the back door for Clyde and shook his head. "I used to be. My father kind of pushed me into it. But I came out a few months later and got a divorce." He got in the car after Clyde and told the driver to take them to Psagettis. "I love food, in general," he joked and then smiled. "But yes, I do."

Clyde: He smiled and saw that Gabe was nervous. He wanted Gabe to have a nice time in branson, since after tonight he probably wouldnt see him again. "I can tell you love food." He teased and pet his stomach. He reached behind him and rubbed the back of his neck. Pressing his fingertips against the back of his neck, and rubbing just the back of his neck. "Do you like wine?" He asked. "Hmmm.. you came out? Your parents alright with that? Your ex wife ok with that?" He asked. He smiled. He was enjoing how much room there was in the back of the limo. He liked to make his rich one night daddies feel good It sort of made him feel like he helped people, even if sometimes the guys only saw him as a peice of meat. At least they paid for his meals and wine.

Gabe: Gabe didn't know if that was a mean joke or a nice one, but he did like having Clyde's hands on him so he just laughed softly and nodded. "Yeah, that's pretty obvious," he said and then felt a shiver down his spine as Clyde rubbed the back of his neck. It was making Gabe feel a little dizzy. "Yes, yeah. Wine is good." He laughed a little and blinked up at Clyde. "They aren't big fans of it, any of them, but they can deal. I want to be happy," he said and met Clyde's eyes. "What about you? With your family and everything." He licked his lips and looked him over. "It's hard for me to believe that someone hasn't snapped you up alraedy. And that you agreed to go out with a guy like me." He laughed a little and shook his head. "But I'm grateful," he said as the car pulled up. Gabe hopped out and held the door open for Clyde, reaching a hand in to help him out of the car.

Clyde: "A guy like you? A nice guy? You seemed like you wouldnt stop until I said yes. Is that true? My family lives in canada, kicked me out as soon as I was gay. My mom wanted a daughter and let me know everyday, and my dad didnt want a gay son.. " He laughed. "I live with my aunt. She's my family." He usually didnt share that much. "I should be the grateful one." He said feeling a little anxious. He always did at first. He loved it here though. "Want me to take a photo of you under the meatball?" He asked. "It will be fun for your trip album?"

Clyde: He ignored the part of why he wasnt snatched up.

Gabe: "Probably," Gabe said and grinned widely. "Until you said yes or got a restraining order," Gabe teased. He wondered if he could hold Clyde's hand and just reached out and took it, just to see if he'd allow it. He sighed a little. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said softly. "I'm glad your aunt is thare for you." He squeezed Clyde's hand a little and then pulled out his phone. "No we'll take a selfie! I can always remember me in front of a meatball, but you're the special part," he sad, pulling Clyde in and pressing their cheeks together for a few photos before going inside. Gabe had called ahead and they had a table in the back ready for them, so they could have a little quiter atmosphere to talk.

Clyde

Clyde smiled for the photo. "I would not have got a restrain order." He teasedClyde was a little bashful with the hand holding. He let go of his hand when they went inside. "It's branson, Gabe"He said. "Bible belt. Not as gay friendly. He sighed. He had never held someones hand. Usually married men would want to looklike his best friend, or others would be afraid of being too gay in public "Sorry." He said. He took a deep breath and put his hand under the table. He took Gabes hand under the table He still wanted to work gabe into a free dinner and to see inside a hyatt. Maybe go swimming in that pool. He loved swimming, and sometimes off shift he would eat and just be a guest in the park until ten.

Clyde: He ordered red wine. He smiled at Gabe. "Tell me about new york? Is it like the movies? Alwasy busy? Full of dreams? Broadway?" He asked. "I bet you are bored silly here."

Gabe: Gabe had seen all the churches, but he sort of forgot about it. He was so used to New York and the other big cities of the worls where it wasn't a big deal. He dropped his hand and flushed brightly. "No I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," he said and ducked his head a little. Gabe ordered a bottle of wine for the table and looked a little over the menu and smiled over at Clyde. "It is always busy. And full of broadway. But it's just...a place to live too. It's not as fun if you don't have someone to share it with," he said and then shrugged a little. "I like it here," he said and gave Clyde a little wink. "There are some things worth sticking around for." He laughed softly. "Like all the country music shows. I haven't even been to one. Or a single one of the city's dozen mini golf courses."

Clyde: Clyde laughed out loud to the mini golf comment. "Oh yeah, it's insane how many there are." He rubbed his thumb over Gabe's hand. It was weird to be rated G romantic with someone. He had no idea he had been craving it until now. "Oh yeah, you think the boys in branson are prettier? Is that true? What do you think? Ciould I be a newyork city model?" He asked, looking to the side as if he was posing for a profile photo. The waitress brought over bread. He really wanted to eat a lot of bread. "Is there no mini golf in new york city?" He asked. He knew what being alone felt like and wondered how someone like Gabe could be alone, unless he had a taste for only pretty life guards? He grabbed a breadstick and wanting to shove it in his mouth, took a very kind bite of it and set it down. He didnt want to look like a little piggy. It would ruin his own mirage for the traveler. "You been outside the US?"

Gabe: Gabe felt little pleasant shivers race down his spine when Clyde ran his thumb over his hand and felt himself melting a little. He wasn't used to this. He usually had to pry that kind of stuff out of guys. Mostly because they probably weren't all that attracted to him or something. It was nice though, and Gabe could become addited to it. "Just you," he said and flushed a little, laughing. "You could be a model in Paris if you wanted to be," he said and smiled. "If that's what you wanted, I could help you with that." He took a small piece of bread and took a bite of it, smiling over at Clyde. "Not in Manhatten at least," he said and laughed. "I do business in Paris and Milan, and London of course. Hong Kong, Tokyo, Bajing," he said and shrugged a little. "So a little bit of everywhere." He saw the small bite Clyde took and lifted an eyebrow. "You don't have to be shy. You've been working up a good appetitie all day. You didn't even seem to take a break. Eat. Please. You must be starving."

Clyde: "A model? Me. I couldn't be still enough. " He blushed. "Oh wow. Help me?" He asked. A lot of guys made promised like that. Just to seem more important. "Hmm. Maybe I will take you up on that?" He knew it wouldnt happen, but the roleplay was nice. Even for him. To feel like pretty woman. He grabbed the breadstick. "You too.. Eat. you been working a lot today to fight off kids in every attraction I was on to talk to me. That must make you a bit hungry." He ate the breadstick and chewed as attractively as he knew how, which was hard. He pointed to the shrimp pasta and asked for extra alfrodo sauce and bread. He was starving. He didnt get to come here often. "All the boys in new york look gorgeous my age.. you must be joking to think I'm that gorgeous. " He smiled. "I am from canada.. I grew up on an indian reservation." He needed to calm down. He was really sweet. He had to rememember that. He had a lot of anxiety sometimes. He didnt mean to. He smiled and nodded. He grabbed his wine and downed it in one gulp. He smiled and smiled when he said he wante dto have sex. People of Gabe's size usually had really lame sex. The lay on my back and just lay there and have him do all the work. Which was fine, since he ofound a way to get off that way too. "I could use good sex." He smiled, wanting to make this less awkward. He poured another cup of wine and set it down. "I dont miss it, not really. It was nice view, but my parents hated me." He laughed. "I like it here with my aunt better. " He told him. "But would love to see New york one day."

he gabbed his wine cup and held it up. "To a good night amongst new friends and possible more. " He wanted him to have a nice vacation. When he got back to New York he could rmemeber him for a few weeks, before he got lost in his life and forgot him. Maybe remembering once a year at this time. "I will look you up if I ever make it there." He downed his second cup and hiccuped. "sorry the wine is so good.. Drink with me. I dont want to be drunk."

ede. Its so lovely of a show. I like it. I go once a yaer for christmas. Our hotel gets free tickets as a gift from them." He smiled. "Are you into country music?" He aked. "Liverpool legends are pretty cool to watch too." He said. "And then they have shows at silver dollar city. I have free passes there any time I want to go." He told him. "You're sweet. " He said. He nodded as he ate his pasta first slowly, then fast and without apology. He looked up when he had a half plate. "Sorry." He said. He usually lived on breakfast food and protein shakes. This was a treat. "I am so attractive right now." He laughed

He laughed and shook his head no at seconds. "This is fine. Although I will get a bag for breadsticks." He said. He loved that and would have that for lunch. He reached for his hand and was having so much fun. "We can go tonight. To silver dollar city. They have night events. I work tomorrow but for only 4 hours." he said. "I got the 1-5 shift." He told him. "I have a day off the next day." he told him. He really needed more hours, and usually picked up day off shifts, but he wanted to be spoiled by this man. He felt the man would take him to the mall, hand him a credit card and let him go. He got the vibe from him. He finished up his meal and blushed at how fast he ate. "You have any fantasies for sex?" He asked. "Something you never tried before with a man?" He wanted to make it about Gabe again.

He asked. JHe felt like an asshole because he was that type, but it was because guys didnt want anything serious with him. He was pretty and fun. He was a vacation and nothing more. He had a bitter feeling about love and romance. He laughed. "I like kinky stuff. Nipple play. biting.. I like taking control." He whispered. He liked how cheesy he was. It was cute. He stood up when they were done eating. He took his breadsticks and headed to the door. "sure, we can go. Do you wish for me to change into better clothes?" He asked. "Dont worry about the future and anthign else for tonight, can you do that for me?" He asked.

smiled and nodded. He was glad he liked having a good time. This would be fun? He wasnt sure if Gabe liked rides, but maybe he would like to walk around. "Its ok out there. We can hold hands. " He said. "If you want to. My hands get sweaty." He told him. He sat beside him and looked down at him. "You want to kiss me? Even if I have garlic bread breath?" He asked. "I just can sense you want to. You can you know. " He said. "I think you been looking at my lips all day." He teased.

Clyde closed his eyes and let Gabe kiss him. He liked the way the kiss felt so far. It was gentle. He kissed his lips softly, pecking them and getting use to them. He pulled his lips away and tilted his head. He kissed his neck and rubbed the back of his head. He pulled away after he kissed his neck and licked behind his ear. He wanted that to be something he'd think about during the park and think about later tonight when he wanted to take him back to the fancy hotel. He didnt want to throw all his ducks in the pond and miss out on a good fancy night. He was using him, a little. But he felt the male was doing the same probably. "you ever been to silver dollar before?" He asked. He sat back and leaned against the seat.

They were to make sure they had drinks and food delievered to them. He wondered why he was at the wave pool most that day. it must have been a request, because they told him to stay there most of the day. He laughed. "You're such a rom com.. " He blushed, he had never been told he was some sort of statue. "I do like greek food." He blushed. He had no idea why he said that. "I'll hold your hand." he said. He got to the tour guide part. The man told them about the cave and how scary it was. He held his hand a little bit. Behind everyone else feeling a bit nervous about it. He hated being nervous about being gay in public. "Do you like fudge? I know the best place for fudge." He said as they went down the steps. He held his hand. "So, now you what, come to be at the pool everyday?"

"wait! hold on! Did you fake drown?" He poked him. "You could just asked me out, I guess. Well maybe not. I get asked out a lot. Not to sound like an conceeded asshole. It's just fact. Most everyone of the life guards does. Minus Rory. I feel bad for him." He frowned. "How did you know I was gay?" He asked. He helped him down the steps. "You have to try the fudge, its the best." He said. "your gut will thank you." He pet his stomach. "You're sexy.. For a bigger man. " He said. "You have great teeth, a very hot sex voice,and a big smile." He said. "Do you enjoy your work?" He asked as they headed into the mouth of the cave. "Lots of stairs we have to travel. Is taht ok?"

Clyde: Clyde smiled. He truly believe that under the spell of his beauty, guys really did want to make promised to him, but after the sex. It was broken. "I know. I trust you.. You are a nice looking man." He laughed. He ate another breadstick since it seemed ok. He felt like not fainting as much as before. "It's a quiet place. Full of reservations. We make our money by tourist staying at the lake in the RV park. That was our business." He smiled. "My aunt is a owner of a very crappy hotel. I shouldnt say crappy. Its not the hyatt though."He laughed. He felt a little as if he might get mad for no reason. He had random unknown triggers that washed over him. "I am not that great, Gabe. I dont want you to be disappointed. If you want to have sex after this, we can do that.. I dont mind."

Gabe: Gabe gave Clyde a lopsided smile at that and flushed a little. Nice looking wasn't high praise, but it was nicer than what he usually got. He took another bite of his breadsick and leaned in, listening raptly to Clyde's story. "Do you miss it? Being on the reservation?" He smiled. "I'm sure the hotel is fine. I don't always stay in places like the Hyatt. For business sure, but even it gets to be a little much sometimes." He frowned when he felt something change in Clyde and leaned back a little. "I don't...I'm not trying to do that. Get in your pants like that." He flushed. "I mean I am, but only if you want it. I want you to want that. And if you don't want that with me, then we just had a really nice meal and I hope we can be friends after." he gave Clyde a smile. "I think you're really special. And I'll take you to as many dinners as you want until you feel like you are. Just as a friend. If that's what you want," he said. Gabe felt a little bit of a sting, feeling that 'i don't mind' statement was a pretty big indiction that Clyde wasn't really into him. Which he should have guessed, but he got swept away in the romance a little.

Clyde: He needed to calm down. He was really sweet. He had to rememember that. He had a lot of anxiety sometimes. He didnt mean to. He smiled and nodded. He grabbed his wine and downed it in one gulp. He smiled and smiled when he said he wante dto have sex. People of Gabe's size usually had really lame sex. The lay on my back and just lay there and have him do all the work. Which was fine, since he ofound a way to get off that way too. "I could use good sex." He smiled, wanting to make this less awkward. He poured another cup of wine and set it down. "I dont miss it, not really. It was nice view, but my parents hated me." He laughed. "I like it here with my aunt better. " He told him. "But would love to see New york one day."

Gabe: Gabe didn't really know what to make of that, so he just gave Clyde a little smile and ducked his head. Gabe did try really hard when it came to sex. He knew he wasn't really attractive, and he'd tried to diet before, he just wasn't cut out for it. So he did what he could to make up for it by being as good at sex as he could be. He thought he did okay. But he had to get someone to actually want to. He could get pity sex from time to time, but it always left him feeling a little empty after. "Good," he said. "I'm glad you like it here." He smiled. "I am sure you'll get there one day. I would take you with me, but I know that gets into the skeezy territory...so. I'll just say look me up when you make it there."

Clyde: Clyde laughed out loud. He was looking at his food. "I am sure you had better Italian food. And shh..I bet sex with you tonight willbe great. " He winked. "Relax. I feel as if I made you feel uncomfortable?" He hhe gabbed his wine cup and held it up. "To a good night amongst new friends and possible more. " He wanted him to have a nice vacation. When he got back to New York he could rmemeber him for a few weeks, before he got lost in his life and forgot him. Maybe remembering once a year at this time. "I will look you up if I ever make it there." He downed his second cup and hiccuped. "sorry the wine is so good.. Drink with me. I dont want to be drunk."

Gabe: Gabe felt like he was getting a few mixed messages, from 'I wouldn't mind' to a 'it will be great' and Gabe felt like his head was reeling a little. Well if it was pity sex, Gabe would make the most if it. He smiled and shook his head. "No I'm not uncomfortable," he said and smiled, lifting his glass and toasting with him before taking a long swallow of wine. He poured some more into his glass. "I'm drinking, I'm drinking," he said and laughed again. "So have you seen most of the shows here in town? What's the best one? I was thinking I should see one." He smiled and took another sip. "And ask you to come along with me, of course. If you'd want to."

Clyde: "Me? I like the magician. I like brooks show and dixie stampede. Its so lovely of a show. I like it. I go once a yaer for christmas. Our hotel gets free tickets as a gift from them." He smiled. "Are you into country music?" He aked. "Liverpool legends are pretty cool to watch too." He said. "And then they have shows at silver dollar city. I have free passes there any time I want to go." He told him. "You're sweet. " He said. He nodded as he ate his pasta first slowly, then fast and without apology. He looked up when he had a half plate. "Sorry." He said. He usually lived on breakfast food and protein shakes. This was a treat. "I am so attractive right now." He laughed

Gabe: Gabe nodded and filed every single one of the shows away. He would take Clyde to every single one of them if Clyde let him. "I haven't ever really heard much country music to really know either way if I like it or not," he admitted and laughed a little. "Now is a good time to start right?" He smiled. "I would love to go to silver dollar city with you when you have a day off to go," He said and let out a slightly dreamy sigh before starting to eat his pasta. He laughed happily when Clyde really dug in and smiled. "You do," he assured Clyde. "You really do. Keep eating. I'll get you seconds if you want it."

Clyde: He laughed and shook his head no at seconds. "This is fine. Although I will get a bag for breadsticks." He said. He loved that and would have that for lunch. He reached for his hand and was having so much fun. "We can go tonight. To silver dollar city. They have night events. I work tomorrow but for only 4 hours." he said. "I got the 1-5 shift." He told him. "I have a day off the next day." he told him. He really needed more hours, and usually picked up day off shifts, but he wanted to be spoiled by this man. He felt the man would take him to the mall, hand him a credit card and let him go. He got the vibe from him. He finished up his meal and blushed at how fast he ate. "You have any fantasies for sex?" He asked. "Something you never tried before with a man?" He wanted to make it about Gabe again.

Gabe: Gabe ordered some more breadsticks and boxes to go and nodded eagerly. "I would love to! We can go right now if you'd like. I bet there's a nice place to buy you dessert out there," he said and smiled brightly. He stroked his thumb over Clyde's knuckles gently when he took his hand. He flushed when Clyde brought it back to sex. And ducked his head. "Honestly just being with someone like you would fulfill any fantasies I ever had," he said and smiled almost shyly. "Most guys are with me because they pity me or want to use what I can give them. And it's okay, I don't mind, it works out really well for both of us for awhile. Until they move on and I get my heart broken I guess..." Gabe shook the thought away. "It's so cheesy. I gues the real fantasy is to fall in love. For real." Gabe laughed a little to play it off. "Or we can totally change my answer to kinky stuff instead, and pretend I said that."

Clyde: Clyde listen to him. "maybe because you go for heartless pretty boys like me? Do you have a type?He asked. JHe felt like an asshole because he was that type, but it was because guys didnt want anything serious with him. He was pretty and fun. He was a vacation and nothing more. He had a bitter feeling about love and romance. He laughed. "I like kinky stuff. Nipple play. biting.. I like taking control." He whispered. He liked how cheesy he was. It was cute. He stood up when they were done eating. He took his breadsticks and headed to the door. "sure, we can go. Do you wish for me to change into better clothes?" He asked. "Dont worry about the future and anthign else for tonight, can you do that for me?" He asked.

Gabe: Gabe let out a soft laugh and shook his head. "I know I don't know you that well, but you don't seem heartless to me," he said and squeezed his hand. The car was waiting for them and he opened the door for Clyde and then climbed in afterwards. He shivered a little when Clyde said he liked to take control. "Well you can. You can definitely do that," he said and bit at his lip, trying to push away that shiver of arousal that slid down his back. "No you look amazing," he told Clyde. "I want to go see all the things happening out at Silver Dollar City." He told the car where to go and leaned against Clyde and smiled. "Yes. Let's just have fun tonight. And go where life takes us."

Clyde: Clyde smiled and nodded. He was glad he liked having a good time. This would be fun? He wasnt sure if Gabe liked rides, but maybe he would like to walk around. "Its ok out there. We can hold hands. " He said. "If you want to. My hands get sweaty." He told him. He sat beside him and looked down at him. "You want to kiss me? Even if I have garlic bread breath?" He asked. "I just can sense you want to. You can you know. " He said. "I think you been looking at my lips all day." He teased.

Gabe: Gabe looked over at Clyde and gave him a big smile, feeling something warm and happy flood his chest. "You'd really let me hold your hand? I can deal with a little hand sweat," he said and grined. He felt his eyes draw down to Clyde's lips again when he mentioned kissing and licked his lips in anticipation. "Maybe a little," he said. They did have a little ways to drive. He took a deep breath and figured that was invitation enough and leaned in and pressed his lips to Clyde's in a soft, sweet kiss, his hand resting gently on Clyde's cheek.

Clyde: Clyde closed his eyes and let Gabe kiss him. He liked the way the kiss felt so far. It was gentle. He kissed his lips softly, pecking them and getting use to them. He pulled his lips away and tilted his head. He kissed his neck and rubbed the back of his head. He pulled away after he kissed his neck and licked behind his ear. He wanted that to be something he'd think about during the park and think about later tonight when he wanted to take him back to the fancy hotel. He didnt want to throw all his ducks in the pond and miss out on a good fancy night. He was using him, a little. But he felt the male was doing the same probably. "you ever been to silver dollar before?" He asked. He sat back and leaned against the seat.

Gabe: Gabe didn't want to push it, not yet. He still wasn't sure if Clyde was actually into him or just playing along, and he didn't want to take it too far to fast. But Clyde didn't seem to have any problem with that, and Gabe couldn't keep back a moan when Clyd licked behind his ear. "Oh my God," he murmured fervently and shivered a little. He leaned in to try and kiss him again but then Clyde asked him a question. He shook his head. "No I just came into town on business, and that didn't wrap up until yesterday. So I haven't really explored anything yet." The car was getting closer and Gabe told his driver to drop them at the front gates. "So you have to show me your favorite things."

Clyde: "Hmmm. The cave." He said. "It's what most people want to see. It's nice down there." He said as he got out. He walked to the gate and flashed his worker card. It got them in fast. He headed to the entrance and towards the cave. There was a short line. He made him bend down and go stand in the line. "Are you afraid of closed spaces?" He asked. "It's kinda crazy down there. In the caves. You wrapped up business? But you are still here. Was one day of your business at the water park? When did you first see me?"He asked.

Gabe: "Okay that sounds great!" Gabe said and followed Clyde over there. He wasn't sure he could bend under the entrance, but he managed it and then smiled brightly, feeling accomplished. Gabe was slightly claustrophobic, but he didn't want to say it and shook his head. "Just maybe let me hold your hand a little, and I'm sure I'll be just fine." He brushed his knuckles against Clyde's knuckles lightly. "Yeah, everyone wanted to go do business at the pool. Cuase it was hot. It's werid, but I guess that's how they do things here. So they rented out the vip cabana and I just...saw you. From across the way at the wave pool. And I'd never seen anyone so beautiful in my whole life. Like a greek statue but real and right there. In red shorts with a giant floaty thing."

Clyde: Clyde remembered that group. They were briefed on that group They were to make sure they had drinks and food delievered to them. He wondered why he was at the wave pool most that day. it must have been a request, because they told him to stay there most of the day. He laughed. "You're such a rom com.. " He blushed, he had never been told he was some sort of statue. "I do like greek food." He blushed. He had no idea why he said that. "I'll hold your hand." he said. He got to the tour guide part. The man told them about the cave and how scary it was. He held his hand a little bit. Behind everyone else feeling a bit nervous about it. He hated being nervous about being gay in public. "Do you like fudge? I know the best place for fudge." He said as they went down the steps. He held his hand. "So, now you what, come to be at the pool everyday?"

Gabe: Gabe flushed and laughed a little, ducking his head and leaning closer to Clyde. "I can't help it. I think it's in my blood. I'm just cheesily into you," he said. He smiled brighter when Clyde offered that he liked greek food. It was one more thing Gabe could take him too. He took Clyde's hand and sqeuezed it lightly when the guide said things that made him nervous and ducked his head just a little when they mentioned bats. But he recovered and smiled up at Clyde. "I love fudge. I just don't think fudge loves me back," he said and pat his belly, laughing a litle. He nodded. "Every day since. I know thats a little...intense. I jsut didn't know how to talk to you at first. Drowning seemed to work out."

Clyde: "wait! hold on! Did you fake drown?" He poked him. "You could just asked me out, I guess. Well maybe not. I get asked out a lot. Not to sound like an conceeded asshole. It's just fact. Most everyone of the life guards does. Minus Rory. I feel bad for him." He frowned. "How did you know I was gay?" He asked. He helped him down the steps. "You have to try the fudge, its the best." He said. "your gut will thank you." He pet his stomach. "You're sexy.. For a bigger man. " He said. "You have great teeth, a very hot sex voice,and a big smile." He said. "Do you enjoy your work?" He asked as they headed into the mouth of the cave. "Lots of stairs we have to travel. Is taht ok?" Chatzy Logo White Water My Preferences… My Messages Leave Room Room Actions… Invite / Share Visitor List Review Mode Save / Print Find Messages Commands Help / FAQ Start New Chat As a registered user, all rooms you enter, create or get invited to are automatically saved.

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Clyde: "wait! hold on! Did you fake drown?" He poked him. "You could just asked me out, I guess. Well maybe not. I get asked out a lot. Not to sound like an conceeded asshole. It's just fact. Most everyone of the life guards does. Minus Rory. I feel bad for him." He frowned. "How did you know I was gay?" He asked. He helped him down the steps. "You have to try the fudge, its the best." He said. "your gut will thank you." He pet his stomach. "You're sexy.. For a bigger man. " He said. "You have great teeth, a very hot sex voice,and a big smile." He said. "Do you enjoy your work?" He asked as they headed into the mouth of the cave. "Lots of stairs we have to travel. Is taht ok?"

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Gabe: Gabe looked at Clyde and shook his head, laughing a little. "No, I really just tripped," he said and flushed. "But honestly, if you hadn't have gone with me tonight, I probably would have faked it tomorrow just to get your attention," he admitted, laughing softly. "I didn't know you were gay. I just...thought I'd give it a thought." He felt a happy warmth flood him and a small tingle of arousal when Clyde said he was sexy. Even if he qualified it, it still made Gabe feel like he was attractive. "Okay, okay, I'll try a little fudge," he said and smiled again, licking his lips and darted in to kiss Clyde softly on the lips when no one was looking. "I think I can make it," he said, but then looked at the steps. "They're intense, but I can do it."

Clyde: Clyde blushed with the kiss. He felt so domestic? Like they were old fashiony dating. He smiled and headed down the steps. The tour guide talked. He looked over the edge at the bottom.He showed Gabe the bottom. For a moment, a slight moment he could see what it might be like dating him all the time. In New york. He would never want to bring him back. No one ever wanted to bring him back. He was a branson fun package. This was one of the better dates he had ever been on. He walked down the steps as they played epic music. He looked back to smile to see what Gabe thought of it. He held his hand and went into the shoe room with him. He leaned against the wall when the tour guy spoke.

Gabe: Gabe loved every second of this. He liked seeing cool things, and he was here with this incredible guy who seemed to even like him a little. It was a dream come true, really. He was even glad they took a picture at the bottom so he could have another souviner to bring home. He wrapped he stuck close to Clyde and ooed and awed at the cave and took a few selfies with his phone as they went thru, always pulling Clyde into it with him. "This is so great!" he whispered and then jumped close to Clyde when they turned the lights out in the shoe room. He wrapped his arms around Clyde tightly. He breathed a little beter when the lights were back on and pulled back a little, blushing. He was a little nervous as they went on and the room got tigther, but he kept his hand in Clyde's and felt better about it.

Clyde: "Afraid of the dark?" He asked. Gabe was so cute. It was incredible he was some business tycoon. He held him close. He laughed everytime Gabe would make him take a selfie. He felt like they were a couple. He did the kissy lip, aimed towards Gabe's cheek on some of them. He walked through the narrow part of the caves, holding his hand and trying not to slip. He got to the water falls and turned to him. He lean in and kissed his lips. "I always wanted to have a kiss there... I dont know why. It seemed... romantic." He turned to blush and went up the steps towards the train.

Gabe: "Maybe just a little," Gabe said and laughed softly. Gabe wondered if he was pushing it with the cutsey stuff, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't ever get a guy like this ever again and he didn't even know if Clyde would go out with him a second time so he wanted to be as close to him as he could, and have as many memories as he could manage. Gabe felt something flutter in his chest when Clyde turned to him and kissed him in front of the waterfall and smiled up at him, his heart pounding in his chest. "It is. Romantic," he said dreamily. He would have fainted dead away right there if he didn't have stairs to climb. He couldn't have imagined this, ever, in a million years. He wrapped his arms around Clyde's shoulder when the got to the train. "This place is so magical."

Clyde: "Really? More so than fancy time square? I heard its really romantic there " He said as they leaned way back on the train. He cuddled next to Gabe. He felt a wave of personality change, but held it down. He wanted to cry. He felt it come over him. Shold he tell the man he had this weird disorder, or just tough it out. He started to cry. Damnit "Sorry. I just.. wonder what new york is like" He was feeling sadness for this feeling he felt to end. "I cry sometimes. It's just waht I do. Let's go ride the roller coasters. I'm fine."

Gabe: "It can be," Gabe said softly. "If you're with the right person." He smiled and touched Clyde's cheek lightly, and then was surprised when Clyde started to cry. "Oh no, honey," he said softly and pulled out a hankerchief from his pocket and started to wipe gently at Clyde's cheeks. "What did I say? Did I do something wrong?" he asked and kissed his cheek, trying to make him feel better. "I'll take you there. If you'll let me, I'll take you there."

Clyde: "You willl?" He whimpered. "Really?" He knew he probably was being stupida nd hopeful. The man wouldnt really take him there. Dont be stupid. "oh this? I do thi. I have a personalit disorder of some sort. I cant help it until I get insurance. " He snorted. "I probably freaks you out." He sighed. He looked out the window. "I may only have looks going for me, but not much else. I'll be a fun romance for you for branson only, no one wants me past that." He whimpered. "And its ok."

Gabe: Gabe nodded and stroked his hand lightly through Clyde's hair. "Of course I will. If that's what you want I'll do it for you," he said and smiled, hoping he was calmed down. Gabe was a litle freaked out, but he still thought Clyde was something special. He couldn't help but think that. There was something genuine about him. And maybe something hurt too. "You have more than looks going for you," he told him softly and leaned in again and kissed his nose. "You don't know that. This could be a romance that lasts. If that's what you want. If you'd want a guy like me."

Clyde: Clyde knew he was being really weird. He smiled. "I got to use the men's room I will be right back." He said and went to go to the bathroom. He found a half of pain killer in his pants. It was bad to do, but it calmed him down. He took it and was surprised. Usually he could fake it, but somethin Gabe was doing was triggering him. Most guys wanted dinner and a hot fuck. He came out smiling. "I am all ok. I swear I am not some psycho killer." He laughed. "Let's worry about tonight, yeah? Have a good night now."

Gabe: Gabe didn't know what to do with Clyde at the moment but he just nodded and hoped he was okay. He waited outside the bathroom after he bought the photo of them down in the cave and then smiled at him happily when Clyde came back out. "I didn't think you were," he said and laughed. "Should I worry about it?" He nodded and stroked Clyde's shoulder. "Yes, okay. Why don't we go ride some rides now? Or we can go do that dancing thing I heard they had!"

Clyde: Clyde wanted to smoke, but he was trying to quit. That wasnt attractive anyway. He was down to one a day which was really good. "No, dont worry, please. Promise me you wont." He laughed. He walked towards the roller coasters. He was a bit anxious he just scaed Gabe a little, and no nice hottel for him. "Yeah dancing starts in a couple of hours!" He laughed. "But we can still go and try to sit and relax a bit if you rather. I know you been working out all day. " He hoped it was worth it. He worked hard to get his attention, was Gabe regretting it now.

Gabe: Gabe smiled and took Clyde's hand again. "I won't worry. Let's just have a good time tonight." He kissed Clyde's cheek and did his best not to worry about it. "Let's go do some rides. I really want to," he said and pointed out the big wooden roller coaster. It looked kind of scary, but then it meant he could hang on to Clyde and that was always fun.

Clyde: Clyde nodded and he headed towards the roller coaster. He got in the very short line. He held his hand and stepped on the platform towards the seats on the ride. He had to play it coolNo crying, no getting mad. He felt better after his half of pain killer anyway. He lean back and looked over at him. He smiled as the coaster started to move. "you ready for this?" He asked.

Gabe: Gabe climbed into the rollar coaster with Clyde and since he was bigger he had to slide in right up close and personal with him. He smiled widely and loved the positioning. He leaned against his shoulder and nodded, though he turned his face away from the drop a little. "Okay it's a little scary now," he said and let out a soft laugh that turned into a yell as the coaster dropped.

Clyde: He giggled as the coaster dropped. He let Gabe hold on to him. He loved his scream. It was screech and hot. He had a very loud hot voice. It made Gabe blush with how raspy his voice was. He got off and headed towards the next ride. He held his hand "You had a wife, but have you ever had a boyfriend?" He asked.

Gabe: Gabe was a little breathless when he got off and wondered if maybe he shouldn't have screamed so much. Or so loud. It couldn't have been all that attractive. But Clyde was holding his hand when they got off so it had to be okay. "Not a real one. Maybe one guy here or there for a few weeks til he got tired of me. But not really, I don't think. Have you?"

Clyde: "Yes, Taylor for two years. He just wanted me becaue I could get him things. He liked me I think, we had fun. He liked sex with me, he liked that my looks got him in places like clubs and stuff. He sometimes cared about me, but he use to make me do drugs and I didnt like it all the time." He told Gabe. "I am glad I let him go finally It was hard. Ever since then I just been on dates. " He shrugged. "It's hard to date in the gay world here in Branson."

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Gabe: Gabe hung close to Clyde and frowned softly when he heard Clyde talk about his ex boyfriend. "I'm sorry he was doing that to you," he said softly, and felt his throat tighten up. No wonder Gabe had a few problems. That guy was a really asshole to him. He stroked Clyde's arm. "I can't make up for what he did, or make it better, but I can promise that I won't treat you like that. Not ever." He leaned in and kissed Clyde's cheek softly. "I won't hurt you. And if I can't date you myself, I'll do my best to make sure you don't date any other losers."

Clyde: "Yeah well, I can take care of myself." He said, he ws worried to trust Gabe's words. To really let himself believe that Gabe wanted something beyond tonight with him. "thank ou. Someone one day will be in blissful heaven with you. He's one lucky guy. You dont want me for keeps. I'm used up you know?" He told him truthfully.. He usually faked his personality. Told his nightly sugar daddies how much he wanted them, or how sexy he was. He thought Gabe was too pure and too good for games. "Come on, lets go on a water ride? Rapids is SO much fun."

Gabe: Gabe nodded and gave Clyde a tight smile. "I'm sure you can," he said and kissed his cheek again. He took Clyde's hand and started to move through the crowd with him, looking at the sights. He felt a little sting at his words, it was what most guys told him when they wanted to let him down easy. The whole 'some guy will be really lucky to have you' speech. he shook his head. "There's no way you're used up. I can see how much you have in you. You've got more." He nodded and laughed. "Yes, lets go on the rapids. I have no idea where I am, so you'll have to lead the way."

Clyde: Clyde smiled and lead him to the rapids. He got in line. "The concert dance thing starts soon. Do you know how to dance?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around his shoulder and pressed his chest against his. "I think its mostly country line dance and they tell ou what to do.. like take two steps to the left, and three to the right type thing." He laughed. "Oh and fudge. I swear you will thank me later for taking you to get this fudge."

Gabe: Gabe flushed a little when Clyde pressed up against him and he wrapped his arm around his chest and took one of his hands in a sort of classic ballroom sort of pose. He leaned in to whisper into his ear. "I don't line dance but I do know classic ballroom dancing. My parents made me go down to the Jewish Center and learn when I was a kid so I'd be well rounded." He grinned and tried a few simple waltz steps with Clyde. "I'm going to try the fudge, I promise," he said with a laugh. "Tons of it. And then I'll dance rings around you," he said as they started to move up in the line.

Clyde: "Oh, you think so. you think you can move faster than me? I can hold my beath under water for 4 minutes." He confessed. It was more like 3 and a half, but close enough. He felt a little fainty when he felt whispers in his ear, that raspy voice was killing his hormones. If he had ovaries, they wuold have exploded just on his sexy vocals. "No way old man, I am a dance pro, i dont have ball room experience, but I do know street dance." He laughed. "And indian ritual dancing" He laughed. He got on the rapid ride. They had three other people witht hem.

Gabe: Gabe laughed brightly and pursed his lips. "Okay, so maybe I can't win in breath holding, but I can do other things really, really well," he said and smiled, leaning closer. Gabe couldn't help but want to be close. Even if he had jerked off earlier he was starting to feel that pressure building up and it was only remebering that they were in public that stopped him from having a very visable reaction. "I'm not that old," he said, and almost pouted a little. "I do want you to show me your dance though-" he said as they got in the ride and buckled themselves in. "Hi!" Gabe greeted the others with a happy wave. "This is great, isn't it great!"

Clyde: The other people were sort of off putting by Clyde and Gabe. Clyde held his hand as it started. "Can you please not do that?" The old lady from the far right, closer to Gabe said. "What hold hands?" He asked. "Oh sorry, we will make out when we can. " He lean over to him and kissed his cheek. He looed at the lady. She hissed and cursed under her breath. the ride was over and he grabbed his hand and pulled him in to kiss until the lady got off the boat. "enjoy your trip! Get fudge! it's good." He yelled at the lady. "After you." He said letting Gabe get off first.

Gabe: Gabe could tell that people were starting to get annoyed by how obviously together they were and Gabe found he didn't care at all. He didn't have time for people being bigots. "Well, I'm sure you'd like to hold your date's hand too, or your husbands or whatever, so I don't think we're doing anything wrong-" he started to say and then laughed loudly against Clyde's lips when he pulled him in for a kiss. "Well, that was effective," he said when he pulled back, laughing and pulling Clyde into another kiss as they got off the raft. "And you didn't want to hold hands at all earlier," he teased. "You must really like me," he said in a sing song voice and practically skipped off, dragging Clyde behind him.

Clyde: "I just hate bigots. Maybe I just wanted to scare them away." He teased. He really did want to kiss those sexy lips that hot voice came from. He loved night time here. He took him to the candy shop and went inside with him. "Taffy is good too if ou want taffy." He told him. "Do you like nuts?" He asked with a immature giggle as he picked up fudge with nuts in them. "Or no nuts. I like nuts. Big juicy nuts." He snorted. He handedh im regular fudge with nothing in it. He opned the package and pinched a piece off. He held it to his lips. "Try it."

Gabe: Gabe let out a soft laugh and squeezed Clyde's hand. "Oh, so that's all it is," he said and laughed. "You really don't like me that much?" He winked and went into the candy shop, his eyes widening as he looked around at all the treats around them. "Oh wow," he said, and picked up a few things of fudge already. He snorted at Clyde's jokes. "I don't like my nuts with my fudge. I like them all on their own. They are their own dessert," he said and smiled. He flushed a little when Clyde held the brownie to his lips and licked the piece into his mouth, his tongue caressing Clyde's fingertips just for a moment. He smiled. "Tastes delicious," he said and kissed Clyde's lips softly. "You were right. Let's get a lot of it."

Clyde: "We probably should pay for this one." He laughed holding open the one he opened for a sample. He laughed and grabbed taffy and put it in his arms. He really wanted to eat fudge out of his mouth, Which was weird kink? He loved it, hewas flirting organically. He felt his cock start to react a little on it's own from the finger licks. The guy maybe knew how to be sexy. He just thought he was one weird dork, who didnt know anything outside his hand and a bottle of lotion. He laughed at the amount they bought and left the place. "We should go store it somewhere? It might melt.or not? " He laughed. "Oh dancing is about to begin. Your rich, can you buy a locker thing?"

Gabe: Gabe had no idea why any of this was happening or if it was even real. Sometimes he thought he caught Clyde looking at him, like, really looking at him like he was considering something...something more. But that couldn't be right, could it? Clyde couldn't really be attracted to him could he? Gabe had no idea. But the possibility made him excited and anxious all at the same time. Gabe paid and tucked their bag unde rhis arm and then hummed, before picking up his phone and calling his driver to come to the front gate and pick it up. "They'll go put it back in the hotel room for me," he said. "Even better than a locker," he said and laughed. "It will be ten minutes, are there any other souviners you want first?"

Clyde: "Hmm? Souviener? No! " He laughed. 'Maybe a beer or two? Ok, you go do that. I will meet you back here in a few minutes?" He kissed his cheek. "oh, uh. give me your phone. I'll put my number in it" He took his phone and put his number in it. He put it under the hot lifeguard. He handed it back to him. "Send mea text, so I got yours."He said. "I got a nasty habit to attend to. Once a day thing.. Sorry." He was not sure what else to say about it. He knew he had to go to smoke pits for it. but he would be quick.

Gabe: Gabe nodded and smiled, handing over his phone and then texting Clyde right away. He chuckled. "Hot lifeguard huh?" he said and grinned. "That works." He kissed Clyde softly on the lips, not sure what he was talking about, but then nodded. "I'll see you in a couple minutes ok?" he said. He smiled and waved as he walked off, hoping that Clyde was okay.

Clyde: He went into the smoke pit. He would not smoke at all tomorrow. But it went down to one a day, usually after work with a beer or something. He inhaled a satisfying breath of smoke and lean back to feel it leave his body. He imagined the smoke carying away all the stress of the day and his life. For a moment anyway. He took out his phone, let the cigarette dangle from his lower lip and started to text his girlfriends from work about the rich man who followed him around and now was paying for aanything he wanted. He told them in group that he even promised new york. They told him to MARRY HIIM. "Yeah right, he wont want me.. It's just summer loving." They all started to sing summer loving by grease.

Clyde: He sent gabe a text. "Hey! Got your number now. "

Gabe: Gabe dropped off all of the items with his driver and told him he would call him again when they were ready to leave. He gave him a generous tip too, since he knew the guy was being on call a lot more than usual. He would make sure to do his own driving a couple days this week, so he could get some time off. Gabe went back into the park and smiled when he saw a text from Clyde. "Hi, Hot Lifeguard," he texted back and smiled. "I'm all done. How are you? Where should I meet you?"

Clyde: He finished his bad habit and tossed it on the ground before stomping it out and blowing out the last lung ful of smoke. He grabbed gum from his pocket and packed it in his mouth. He aired himself off by a fan blowing. He hoped he smelled ok. He never smoked harsh smelling cigrettes. "Meet me in front of the candy shop? Hi hot water guest stalker."He teased

Gabe: Gabe replied quickly, feeling a flush to his cheeks at the nickname and ducking his head a little. "Is that my official title?" he texted back. "Do you still think I'm a stalker? I'm at least a little cute right?" he texted, making his way back to the candy shop and looking around for Clyde. He waved when he saw him and ran up to him. "Hi. Did you get your business done?" Clyde: The other people were sort of off putting by Clyde and Gabe. Clyde held his hand as it started. "Can you please not do that?" The old lady from the far right, closer to Gabe said. "What hold hands?" He asked. "Oh sorry, we will make out when we can. " He lean over to him and kissed his cheek. He looed at the lady. She hissed and cursed under her breath. the ride was over and he grabbed his hand and pulled him in to kiss until the lady got off the boat. "enjoy your trip! Get fudge! it's good." He yelled at the lady. "After you." He said letting Gabe get off first.

Gabe: Gabe could tell that people were starting to get annoyed by how obviously together they were and Gabe found he didn't care at all. He didn't have time for people being bigots. "Well, I'm sure you'd like to hold your date's hand too, or your husbands or whatever, so I don't think we're doing anything wrong-" he started to say and then laughed loudly against Clyde's lips when he pulled him in for a kiss. "Well, that was effective," he said when he pulled back, laughing and pulling Clyde into another kiss as they got off the raft. "And you didn't want to hold hands at all earlier," he teased. "You must really like me," he said in a sing song voice and practically skipped off, dragging Clyde behind him.

Clyde: "I just hate bigots. Maybe I just wanted to scare them away." He teased. He really did want to kiss those sexy lips that hot voice came from. He loved night time here. He took him to the candy shop and went inside with him. "Taffy is good too if ou want taffy." He told him. "Do you like nuts?" He asked with a immature giggle as he picked up fudge with nuts in them. "Or no nuts. I like nuts. Big juicy nuts." He snorted. He handedh im regular fudge with nothing in it. He opned the package and pinched a piece off. He held it to his lips. "Try it."

Gabe: Gabe let out a soft laugh and squeezed Clyde's hand. "Oh, so that's all it is," he said and laughed. "You really don't like me that much?" He winked and went into the candy shop, his eyes widening as he looked around at all the treats around them. "Oh wow," he said, and picked up a few things of fudge already. He snorted at Clyde's jokes. "I don't like my nuts with my fudge. I like them all on their own. They are their own dessert," he said and smiled. He flushed a little when Clyde held the brownie to his lips and licked the piece into his mouth, his tongue caressing Clyde's fingertips just for a moment. He smiled. "Tastes delicious," he said and kissed Clyde's lips softly. "You were right. Let's get a lot of it."

Clyde: "We probably should pay for this one." He laughed holding open the one he opened for a sample. He laughed and grabbed taffy and put it in his arms. He really wanted to eat fudge out of his mouth, Which was weird kink? He loved it, hewas flirting organically. He felt his cock start to react a little on it's own from the finger licks. The guy maybe knew how to be sexy. He just thought he was one weird dork, who didnt know anything outside his hand and a bottle of lotion. He laughed at the amount they bought and left the place. "We should go store it somewhere? It might melt.or not? " He laughed. "Oh dancing is about to begin. Your rich, can you buy a locker thing?"

Gabe: Gabe had no idea why any of this was happening or if it was even real. Sometimes he thought he caught Clyde looking at him, like, really looking at him like he was considering something...something more. But that couldn't be right, could it? Clyde couldn't really be attracted to him could he? Gabe had no idea. But the possibility made him excited and anxious all at the same time. Gabe paid and tucked their bag unde rhis arm and then hummed, before picking up his phone and calling his driver to come to the front gate and pick it up. "They'll go put it back in the hotel room for me," he said. "Even better than a locker," he said and laughed. "It will be ten minutes, are there any other souviners you want first?"

Clyde: "Hmm? Souviener? No! " He laughed. 'Maybe a beer or two? Ok, you go do that. I will meet you back here in a few minutes?" He kissed his cheek. "oh, uh. give me your phone. I'll put my number in it" He took his phone and put his number in it. He put it under the hot lifeguard. He handed it back to him. "Send mea text, so I got yours."He said. "I got a nasty habit to attend to. Once a day thing.. Sorry." He was not sure what else to say about it. He knew he had to go to smoke pits for it. but he would be quick.

Gabe: Gabe nodded and smiled, handing over his phone and then texting Clyde right away. He chuckled. "Hot lifeguard huh?" he said and grinned. "That works." He kissed Clyde softly on the lips, not sure what he was talking about, but then nodded. "I'll see you in a couple minutes ok?" he said. He smiled and waved as he walked off, hoping that Clyde was okay.

Clyde: He went into the smoke pit. He would not smoke at all tomorrow. But it went down to one a day, usually after work with a beer or something. He inhaled a satisfying breath of smoke and lean back to feel it leave his body. He imagined the smoke carying away all the stress of the day and his life. For a moment anyway. He took out his phone, let the cigarette dangle from his lower lip and started to text his girlfriends from work about the rich man who followed him around and now was paying for aanything he wanted. He told them in group that he even promised new york. They told him to MARRY HIIM. "Yeah right, he wont want me.. It's just summer loving." They all started to sing summer loving by grease.

Clyde: He sent gabe a text. "Hey! Got your number now. "

Gabe: Gabe dropped off all of the items with his driver and told him he would call him again when they were ready to leave. He gave him a generous tip too, since he knew the guy was being on call a lot more than usual. He would make sure to do his own driving a couple days this week, so he could get some time off. Gabe went back into the park and smiled when he saw a text from Clyde. "Hi, Hot Lifeguard," he texted back and smiled. "I'm all done. How are you? Where should I meet you?"

Clyde: He finished his bad habit and tossed it on the ground before stomping it out and blowing out the last lung ful of smoke. He grabbed gum from his pocket and packed it in his mouth. He aired himself off by a fan blowing. He hoped he smelled ok. He never smoked harsh smelling cigrettes. "Meet me in front of the candy shop? Hi hot water guest stalker."He teased

Gabe: Gabe replied quickly, feeling a flush to his cheeks at the nickname and ducking his head a little. "Is that my official title?" he texted back. "Do you still think I'm a stalker? I'm at least a little cute right?" he texted, making his way back to the candy shop and looking around for Clyde. He waved when he saw him and ran up to him. "Hi. Did you get your business done?"

Clyde: "I "Maybe it is. Water boy." He teased. He saw him come back and laughed. "I got it done. " He hummed and looked into his eyes. "And you got your candy taken to safety from the harsh heat?" He asked. He laughed and turned towards the theatre. "come on, dancing awaits us!" He sang out. "Unless you are to tired. Do you drink beer? Like country beer, not fancy millionaire beer."

Gabe: Gabe nodded and gave Clyde a bright smile before wrapping is arms around Clyde's waist and letting him lead the way to the dancing part. "Yes, our candy is safe and sound, I promise," he said and laughed a little. "And there is no way I'm that tired. Of course I want to dance with you." He laughed. "And yes I can drink country beer," he said and stuck his tounge out. He kissed Clyde's cheek. "Which flavor of country beer do you like?"

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Clyde: He laughed. "Miller light is fine.' He said. He went over to the bar and got a beer with him. "You are having fun right?" He asked. "Oh no, I'm not quite old enough to drink . you think you can buy it for me.' He winked and took out his id. He laughed as he put the card in view of thebartender. "Got you. Although, I did hear they take a senior discount" He wrinkled his nose at Gabe. He was being silly. The country band got up there and introduced themselves.

Gabe: Gabe didn't really drink all that much beer so he didn't really care what and ended up ordering two Miller Lights. He choked a little when Clyde said he wasn't old enough to drink and then let out a soft breath of relief when he showed his ID and the bartender didn't freak out. He grabbed the beers and made a little face. "I'm not a senior," he said. "But how old are you? I guess I should have asked that earlier."

Clyde: "21." He teased. "25. How old are you?" He asked. "Like 31?" He guessed. He had a young looking baby face. He liked older man, mostly because they had their shit in order, and because they had experience and praised younger men like him. He downed his beer "Drink up, its not fancy wine. You down it." He asked for another one. the bartender filled him right up.

Gabe: Gabe let out a nervous laugh. "So its 25 not 21?" he asked a little nervously. He took a sip of his beer and let out another nervous chuckle. "I'm actually...37," he mumbled into his beer and downed the rest of it, making a small face and then asking for a refill too, to prove he could keep up with Clyde. "One more and then we're joining that line dance," he said, grabbing his second beer and downing that faster than the first.

Clyde: "No way! 37 ? Thats cool. Kinda old, but cool. " He was shocked they were like 13 years apart. "Age is just a number, come on. He smiled and watched him with his second beer "Pace yourself city boy. The beer gets you drunk here fast." He laughed. He was feeling light headed. He went to a table to set his beer down. "Come on!" He said bouncing on his feet to go line dance.

Gabe: "Kinda old," Gabe repreated and laughed a little. "I guess I am," he said, feeling a little flushed. He was a little dizzy from the beer alraedy, but he shook it off as best he could and laughed brightly setting down his glass and grabbing Clyde's hand. He had no idea how to line dance at all, but he got right in a line and tried to copy the movements, stumbling a little and watching Clyde. "You're the expert, show me how it's done?"

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Clyde: "oh, I am the expert? I thought you were mister ball room dancing?" He teased. "Must be hard to be rich. " He looked into his eyes. "Just do what the singer says. Go left when he says go left. ok.. left foot." He helped him find the rhythm. A few people looked at them with a bit dismay. Two boys line dancing like that. No one said nuffin though. He danced with his during a slow dance. People arond them doing the same. Soem left cause it was getting too 'gay' He smiled at the end. "Ready to go?" He asked. He rested his head on his shoulder. He was tired from being out in the sun since 8 am to now.

Gabe: "This is line dancing, as you pointed out earlier, I'm not well versed in this," he laughed back and rolled his eyes. He poked his tongue out at Clyde and when he could leaned in to lick his cheek, and tried to pay attention to the caller, but he didn't really care about following all the moves, he just wanted to be close to Clyde. He knew others weren't apprecative of it, but Gabe didn't care. He danced close to him and kissed his neck softly during a slow dance. He nodded and took Clyde's hand. "I'm ready. Do you want me to...uh. Take you home? Or did you still want to see my suite at the Hyatt?"

Clyde: He was a little horny from Gabe kissing on his neck during the last dance. "It's up to you." He said. "I can go home if you want me to. I bet you are tired." He sighed. He wante dto go to the hyatt, but he didnt have a change of clothes anyway, so maybe this one romantic evening was enough to last a while in his fantasies. He got in the car when it pulled up and sat back in his chair. He was a little drunk. "I live -insert h otel address-

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Clyde: He was so tired but felt so good and numb. He laid his back on his legs and wrapped his arms around his neck. He pulled himself up. "ok. I dont have anything to wear. Can I just wear boxers? Is that ok? oh and a toothbrus." He hated having dirty teeth. "What if the only dessert I want is a mouth ful of your cock?" He raised a brow.

Gabe: Gabe laughed softly and kissed Clyde's temple. "I'll get you anything you need I promise," he said and then choked on anymore words when Clyde started talking about having a mouthful of cock. He sputtered a little a gulped. "Oh. um. We could. Definitely do that too. If uh. If that's what you want. Is that what you want? Really? Really really?"

Clyde: He looked at him stutter. "Stop it You are so cute." He kissed his lips. He rubbed the back of his head. He kept looking into his eyes. "I can just wear one of your shirts, yeah?" He asked. He kissed under his chin. He rubbed the side of his neck and bit on his neck. He pulled his head down and kissed his lips. "I do.. I want you to fuck my mouth.. will you do that for me?"

Gabe: Gabe laughed a little high pitched and felt like he was melting against Clyde. He felt dizzy and he didn't know how to really speak anymore and just nodded a little, even if one of his shirts would be like a mini dress on him, which would actually be kind of hot, really, and Game groaned softly when Clyde bit at his neck. He kissed him back hard, nipping at his lower lip and shuddering. "Fuck," he found himself replying and couldn't think of any more words and just nodded fervently. When the car parked, he couldn't even move his legs well enough to get out of the car and stumbled out.

Clyde: Clyde got out of the car ok. He watched Gabe stumble around. "you ok ? Want me to get a wheel chair?" He asked. He looked around for one. "Sorry everyone, his boner is so big, he cant walk." He teased. He would really get one if he wanted one. The hyatt was over whelming when they went inside. He gasped and saw a free water bottle and fruit. He was in awe as they stumbled to the elevator.

Gabe: "No, no, oh my god," Gabe said, flushing even brighter, and he had to duck his head, feeling embarassed. "I can do it, just..." He shook his head trying to clear it. He managed to start walking straight and he grabbed Clyde's hand and pulled him towards the elevator and swiped the card to get them up to the top floor and the executive penthouse.

Clyde: He waited for him to press a button, but he was going to the suites. He couldnt believe he was going to a uite. What sort of lawyer was he? Was he a lawyer to famous people. "Oh, I need to check in." He texted his aunt he was at a friends house and be home tomorrow. She sent a be safe and love you. She asked what friend, which made him roll his eyes. "Megan." He said. "ok good. Say hi to her." He said he would and he loved her and good night. He felt his heart race as the doors opened to a big giant room. "Oh.. wow." He said. He felt like he might faint as he looked around the room. It was as big as a big house up here. He stepped in, removing his shoes since he felt it was that fancy.

Gabe: Gabe stepped back a little so Clyde could make whatever calls he needed to make, trying to take a few seconds to calm down as the elevator reached the top floor. He grabbed Clyde's hand again when it opened and pulled him inside. "So what do you think?" he said as he started to spin around, showing off the room. "I know its a little much, but when I'm away on business trips, the firm likes me to look the part, and everything," he said and went over to the bar. "Did you want a drink?"

Clyde: "Oh wow, I never seen a room this big. i yeah, no.. just water." He knew he needed to slow down on drinking. He ran his hand over the marble steps. He went around the statue decor. He even was amazed with the water fountain. He was like a new cat in a house. He went to the bathroom. It had a legit whirlpool bath. He poked his head out and looked at the bed. It looked so soft. He ran his hand over the top of the bed.

Gabe: Gabe laughed a little as he watched Clyde marvel over the room and poured them both a glass of ice water before he followed Clyde into the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the seat next to him. "Sit down and enjoy it. It's really soft," he said and giggled a little. "Are you okay? I know it's overwhelming. But it's fun right? I think it's fun."

Clyde: "Yeah, sorry. Should I change? I feel like my shorts are dirty." He removed them and folded them. He was in super man boxers. He set the pants down. He removed his shirt which was still a bit wet from the ride "do you have a big shirt I can borrow? It's all I need and mouth wash." The room was cool. He drank his water, he was a bit manic. He didnt feel like he deserved to be here.

Gabe: Gabe let out a laugh, "No you aren't dirty-" he started to say and then gulped a little when he started to take off his pants. He licked his lips. "Not that I...I'm not going to complain about that. He pointed towards the bathroom. "There's mouthwash in there. Are you sure you want to put on a shirt. I mean. This is nice. How you are right now."

Clyde: "I mean for later. I like to sleep in shirts." He said. "Or for walking around. It's kinda cold in here Not that I hate it." He realized tht Gabe liked his body. He forgot he had a nice one sometime. "Nevermind. I am glad you are enjoying the view." He laughed. "Let me go wash out my mouth." He said. "then we can start with dessert.. yeah?"

Gabe: Gabe blinked when he said it was cold and ran to get him a robe. "Here, here you can wear this, I'm sorry, I'll go look at the thermostat, it's just so hot outside i put it down cooler-" Gabe babbled a little and then laughed softly. "Sure, sure, whatever you want," Gabe said, feeling a little anxious now. He didn't quite know how to read Clyde yet and he just wanted everything to go well.

Clyde: He went to wash out his mouth. He put lotion on his chest to glisten and looked more "greek god statue" He stepped out of the bathroom with a robe. He had it tied around his chest. He had nothign under it. "Lay down a bit, how can I help you relax?" He asked in a soothing deep voice "I been told I give excellent massages.." He sat on the most comfortable bed ever. He moaned a little with how he sank down. "Come here, Gabe.. Come let me rub you, or you can skip the foreplay and go directly between my legs, honey."

Gabe: Gabe was a little taken aback how Clyde seemed like a completely different person when he came out of the bathroom. He really didn't know what to think of the change or how he was supposed to react to it. He sat down again on the edge of the bed and gave him a gentle smile. "Are you okay?" he asked. and very carefully leaned down and stroked a hand over Clyde's chest.

Clyde: "what? Yeah, I am fine. Why would ou ask me if I am ok? You are looking at me like I am being weird again. I am not being weird again. I havent been weird in a long time Gabe. Geez. I just want to have sex with you. isn't that what you want? To have sex with me? The big finale?" He asked. He started to whimper. "I'm fine.. I'm not crazy.. I hate when peopel think I am."

Gabe: Gabe cocked his head a little at Clyde when he started babbling, and Gabed wanted to say that he was being a little werid, but that would probably ake things worse. So he shook his head and leaned closer and kissed his cheek gently. "I don't think you're crazy. I didn't say that. And it's not...It's not about a finale. That implies I don't want to see you again after. And I do. I don't even care if we have sex tonight or not. I just want you to be here." \

Clyde: Clyde was taken back. He wouldnt care if they had sex? He had never heard anyone say that before. "ou want to though. If you had a choice. You been so nice to me today. Fed me, took me out dancing.. I want to do something for you. " He said in a softer voice. He looked into his eyes and sighed. He half smiled. "Dont do that to me, Gabe. I know you wont call me again after tonight. Dont let me fall for you. It's happen a time or two. I cant take another one Not when I'm so close." He said. "Just enjoy me tonight, use me how you want What you thought about when you saw me at the pool. All the dirty thing you wanted to do tome.. now is your chance." He smiled. "And I want you to have it.. I really do. Just dont promise me anything other than that ok?"

Gabe: "Of course I want to have sex, but that's because I'm a guy and you're hot," Gabe said with a laugh. "And I really like you. But I don't need it." He took Clyde's hand and kissed the back of it. "Anyway, if we don't have sex tonight, that means I get to take you out to dinner again and again until you feel like you want to do it for you and not because you think you owe me something." He kissed Clyde lighty on the lips and stroked a hand through his hair. "You're worth waiting for. That's what I think." He sat up and took Clyde's hand. "Come on, lets just go sit in the hot tub for awhile and talk."

Clyde: Clyde lifted his brow. He didnt really buy it. But a part of him wnted to test him out. would he really call if he was rejected sex? "Ok." He said and removed his robe, letting it fall to the floor and exposing himself as naked. He stepped in the hot tub and moaned as he slid down in the water. He had no idea why Gabe thought he was 'worth waiting for ' maybe it was because he was 37 and nervous he might die alone if he didnt settled down? He read a lot of rich old guys in new york got pretty arm candy. Could it be poible that he could be arm candy? Be on his arm at company parties. people envious of how he got himself a hot young country native? He smiled as he lean back in the hot tub. "You have any siblings?"

Gabe: Gabe could feel the critical way Clyde was looking at him and tried not to be offened by it. He felt like he was just making the wrong move here over and over again. But he was trying. He knew he wouldn't have an opportunity with a guy like this ever again, and he wanted it to last as long as he could make it last. He still couldn't help but gape at Clyde as he slipped naked into the hot tub. He felt his breath catch and he worked past it as best he could, slipping off his clothes and trying to not be too self conscious about it as he joined him. He smiled at Clyde and reached out and touched his shoulder gently. "It's really nice isn't it?" he said gently, trying to change the subject. "I have one younger sister. She's in law school right now. What about you?"

Clyde: "All your family is successful?" He laughed. He shook his head no "I am the only child. My parents wanted one so bad, but I came out not what they wished. My mother wanted a girl so bad, she snuck estrogen in me for a whole year as a kid, and when my dad found out. He put her in the hospital and me. He blames my mom for making me gay. The estogen made me a little female. Not everywhere.. Just in some ways. It's hard to explain." He snorted. "That was a bit too much information." He wasnt use to the male he was with for the night to bring conversation out of him. "But I am fine. I am all male again." He knew mentally he was a little worn down

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Gabe: "My family started the law firm I'm working for almost 100 years ago. Every firstborn has inherited it down the line, and I'm being groomed now to take over. Not much choice in it, really," he aid and shrugged. He felt his eyes widen a little bit when Clyde talked about his childhood and he put a gentle hand on Clyde's shoulder. "I'm so sorry," he said softly, and stroked his arm. "I'm glad you're away from them. Your parents. They didn't do right by you." He kised Clyde's temple. "You're amazing is what you are," he said and gently pushed Clyde over a seat. "There is where the really good jets are. You had a long day you should realx," he murmured, turning up the hot tub jets.

Clyde: He felt a bit embarased to share how weird his life was. The estrogen did change him a little. His face was a bit more feminine. They say it was just a year,but he figured mom put it in his formula too. He had a wave of hormonal issues from time to time. He worked hard to be a male again, working out. Buffing up. Somehow it did help him look like as Gabe would say a greeek god. He hoped Gabe didnt think he was too weir dto get to know now "What would you rather do instead of law? If you had more of a choice." He asked. He did as Gabe did and sat on the jet. "Oh its very strong on my back, I like it." He laughed.

Gabe: Gabe reached over and started to rub Clyde's shoulders too, where they were sticking out of the water, trying to do the best he could to relax him and make him enjoy this time they had together. Gabe pressed a soft kiss to the back of Clyde's neck. "I used to want to do something with music. Something with singing. Maybe acting too, but my father never allowed it."

Clyde: "You should still. Do you work too much? No time for a hobby or second career?" He asked. "You sing? You should sing for me?" He laughed. He smiled when he rubbed his shoulder and was enjoying it. He would give the man great sex real soon, but right now. This was really nice. He hummed. "I dont sing well. I think I do sometimes, but more like the seagull of little mermaid." He teased. "How long did you know ou were gay?"

Gabe: Gabe nodded a little. "Yes I work too much. We represent almost 500 companies, and that means the firm is always doing something. Being in charge means...not a lot of personal time." But he kissed Clyde's neck again. "But I'm making personal time now." He pursed his lips and started to sing softly, an old Tears for Fears song he loved when he was younger, still working on Clyde's shoulders. He trailed off after a verse and laughed a little. "Maybe I sound more like a seagull too, I haven't really be practicing." He sighed. "I guess I always knew. I just pretended not to be because it made my father happy. So I didn't really admit it to myself or anyone else until I was 26. What about you? Did you always know?"

Clyde: "Oh wow, Gabriel. You have a nice voice It gives me chills." He listen to him for a moment. He loved his normal speaking voice just as much. Either way his voice sounded like smooth jazz. "That's a lot of companies. Is it stressful?" He asked. 'I knew I was gay when I was 12. Maybe it was the medicine my mom gave me, but maybe I just was gay anyway No one knows. I dont know." He sighed. "Your father is not happy now ? And your wife. Was she upset?"

Gabe: Gabe smiled at the praise and leaned closer to Clyde, feling a ripple of pleasure down his spine. "Thanks," he said softly and continued talking in a low voice. "It's very stressful, but we make tons of money so I guess that's the trade off." He stroked his hands a little lower down Clyde's back, wanting to memorize every stretch of his skin. "I'm sure you were gay anyway. And I'm glad you are." He sighed. "He's...getting used to the idea. And my sister isn't all that interested in running the company, so he doesn't have much of a choice. My ex wife...she was furious. Until she got her first alimony check and now she's living the high life in Beverly Hills I think."

Clyde: Clyde could only imagine what it wuld be liek to be married to gabe and be set for life. What a lucky woman. Sort of. He laughed. "Wow, At least you didnt live a lie for years, you know?" He said softly. "You can run a company gay as well as you would straight. I believe that." He spoke He loved how soft his touch was on his skin. He looked over at Gabe and smiled, glad to see he was enjoying his view. "What's your type iof boys? All like me?"

Gabe: Gabe laughed a little. "No I only lived it for about six months," he saidn and chuckled a little. Gabe leaned in and pressed his lips gently to Clyde's neck. He couldn't stop himself. He loved how Clyde's skin tasted against his lips. "I guess I do have a type," he said and laughed. "Young and fit, and way way out of my league." He smiled. "But getting to know you is better. You're different than the other guys. You seem to actually care." He smiled. "What's your type of boy? If you could make the ideal match?"

Clyde: Clyde moaned when his lips touched his neck. He wrapped his arms around Clyde neck. "Am I different? I dont think so. I am just as stuck up and narcistic a the rest. I care about my looks more than my personality. I read girl magazines and ... stuff." HE lost concentration when Gabe made love to his neck. "Type of boy?" Rich, self made ? older? "One who has the sense of humor and one who is less handome than myself if I was to be honest." He said. "And smart. I like smart... "

Gabe: Gabe loved the feeling of Clyde's arms around his neck and he shuddered softly, leaning in to kiss Clyde's neck more insistantly. He nipped gently at the skin and smiled against it. "But you're sweet. And funny. And interesting." He kissed him again and then laughed softly at Clyde's response. "Well I think I can tick some of those boxes. Sense of humor, definitely less handsome...and some people say I'm smart," he teased and kissed his neck again.

Clyde: "Yes, but you are handsome. In a different way." He said. He felt his nipples started to hardon a little. He wrapped his right arm around him and rubbed his back. He slid his hands to his hip and back up his spine. He hummed a little. He could tell the male was getting into it. He didnt get a lot of free time, and he was using it now. He moaned a little louder. He raked his fingers through his curls and tugged on them. He tilted his head back and looked into his eyes. He tilted his head, closed his eyes and kissed him deeply. He pulled his head back until it hit the edge of the tub on his side. He moved his body closer to Gabe, before shifting his weight and straddling his waist. He felt his knees hit the bottom of the tub as he pressed himlsef against his groins. He lifted on his knees and pressed his wet tight chest against his face. Letting him get a closer look. "I noticed you looked at my chest a lot.. " He slowly just started to move up and down in his lap slowly, letting the water help .

Gabe: Gabe wasn't so sure about that, but he smiled anyway, and let out a soft little groan when Clyde started to rub his back. He clung to Clyde's hips, tracing the bones there with his thumbs, shuddering as Clyde started to tug on his curls too. When he met Clyde's eyes they were wide and dark and made Gabe shiver. He was hard again, and he could feel it pressing isistantly upward, but tried not to think about it and kissed Clyde back hard and deep, tugging him closer as Clyde went to straddle his waist. "Clyde," he moaned softly and kissed him again, fingers getting tigther on his hips. His breath caught a little when Clyde pressed his chest against his face, and Gabe groaned and pressed his lips against that wet skin, dragging his toungue and teeth over it as Clyde moved. He let his hands drift a little lower too, curving around Clyde's ass and squeezing the firm muslces there, moaning low and deep in his throat at the feeling.

Clyde: gabe was amazing. He was studying his body. He wanted to know Clydes body in a way that touched him. He was hard. .He could feel it. He was not small. He pushed his ass against his hands and curved his back in a u shape. He moaned deeply. Clyde tossed his hair back He had such amazig thick brown hair. "Touch me." He requested "Please." He wasnt as big as Gabe. He was 6 inches at most, which made him feel small, but some guys were into that. Especially if they topped a lot. "Gabeeee.... " He moaned. "Want to move to the bed?"

Gabe: Gabe moaned long and low in his throat as Clyde rocked over him, and rocked his body in such beauitful, sexy shapes. It seemed impossible that this was happening to him. He groaned low and long in his throat and did as requested, pressing a hand under the water and grabbing at Clyde's cock, stroking it with one hand and moaning against Clyde's ear. "Yes, yes we should," he murmured, and forced himself to pull back a little. He kiss Clyde's lips and gingerly got up, reaching a hand out to Clyde to help him out of the hot tub.

Clyde: Clyde got out and wondered if he shuld be dripping across the floor, but Gabe didnt seem to care about that. He had never been with a man of Gabes side, but it felt extremely right and fitting. He thought his shape was kind of sexy, like he was protective and warm at night. He wasnt sure where he wanted him on the bed, laying down or over him. "where do you want me?" He asked He pushed Gabe down a little, until he sat on the bed. He straddled his waist. He rubbed his shoulders. "You are packing, baby.. If you fuck me all night. I will feel you all day tomorrow at work.. "

Gabe: Gabe followed Clyde into the bedroom like he was walking on clouds, and fell against the bed and immediately pulled Clyde closer and started to kiss his neck again, feeling the strong pulse in his neck and laving his tongue over it. He groaned low and deep in his throat when Clyde straddled him and he gripped at his ass and rocked up against him, shivering. "This is good," he moaned, and stroked his spine again. "I want to see you when I fuck you. You're so damn beauitful."

Clyde: Clyde knew that Gabe would not see him tomorrow. He wouldnt be at the water park after this. He would be headed away again. Which hurt to think about. But right now, it was just them. "You will.. " He whispered as he slid on his knees and positioned himself between Gabe's thick legs. He ran his hands up his thighs. He lean forward and licked his tip. He got a taste of salt from the water and pre cum "Yum.." He whispered loud enough for Gabe to hear. He opened his lips and started to suck on his tip. He made eye contact with Gabe. He deepen the cock down his throat and went until he felt hi large cock was choking his throat. He bobbed his head, looking at Gabe to give off a very porn like blow job.

Gabe: Gabe let out a strangled sort of groan when Clyd slid down between his legs, and he reached down an buried his hand in Clyde's hair, tugging at it gently at the first press of Clyde's tongue against him. It had been awhile since Gabe had been with anyone, and he couldn't help but groan loudly, his cock jerking at the sensation. "Fuck, Clyde," he breathed and forced his eyes open, watching Clyde's dark eyes and seeing his cock disappear past Clyde's lips as he sucked Gabe deeper. He moaned again, deep and needy, unable to stop his hips from jerking up a little, pressing deeper into Clyde's mouth. "Fuck." Gabe groaned and tried to pull back a little, not wanting to hurt Clyde, but it just felt so damn good, that it was hard not to press himself into that tight heat. "You're so good at this, baby."

Clyde: Clyde was pleaed that Gabe thought he was good at this. He moaned deeply and encouraged him to fuck his mouth. He felt his cock flex at his teeth. When was the last time this male had sex? He was already about to cum? He moaned against his cock and tighten his jaw, as he went faster on his cock. His lips rubbing and massaging his thick length. He didnt answer Gabe, he was too focus on giving him the best blow job he's ever had.

Gabe: Gabe groaned long and low and wished he could make sure this lasted forever. But it had been so long, that he didn't know how long he could hold on. He tugged at Clyde's hair, trying not to tug too hard, but he was feeling so good he couldn't really control himself. And by the moan it seemed that Clyde didn't mind that he was thrusting into his mouth and Gabe did. Shallowly at first, moaning Clyde's name musically and starting to go faster, following the needs of his body.

Clyde: Clyde enjoyed the taste of his cum in small doses. He had to pop off to catch his breath a few times. "You're big baby, sorry.." He would say before going back on his cock and moaning strongly and with deep vibrations on his thick cock. He loved how hard and thick he pulled on his hair. He popped off his cock and looked up at him. He rubbed his balls in a circular type motion. "mmm.. baby.. you ready to fuck me?" He asked. "I got you nice and wet for me."

Gabe: Gabe let out a long, low moan and wrapped his arms felt dizzy when Clyde spoke to him in that husky, low voice. He felt more attractive than he had in years and he was trying so hard to keep himself from coming, bitting hard at his lower lip. He whimpered a little when Clyde asked him to fuck him and he nodded, shivering. "Yes, yes, God. Do you...I don't know if I even brought condoms I didn't think this would happen."

Clyde: "Oh, right. " He shrugged. He forgot condoms too. "I am clean if you are worried." He said. "Are you?" He straddled his lap. "Condoms are no fun anyway." He spead his cheek around his shaft "I swear. They wont let me be a life guard if I had aids.. It's in the contract.. So please.. dont worry about condoms."

Gabe: Gabe smiled and shook his head. "No I'm not worried," he said and leaned in to kiss Clyde gently on the lips. "And I'm definitely clean. I don't really do this all that often," he said and let out a small, nervous laugh. He groaned again when Clyde's cheeks pressed against his cock and he grabbed Clyde's hips tightly, thrusting up a little. "I'm not worried," he breathed, and kissed him again, hard and deep on the lips, rocking up again. He pulled back and nipped at Clyde's lip. He gripped his cock with one hand and found Clyde's entrance and probed at it gently. "Are you ready?"

Clyde: Clyde was glad there was no fight. He usually did condoms, but he trusted Gabe. He looked clean and well taken care of. He nodded. "Mhmm." He said. He really was tested a month ago, and came back clean. He spread his cheeks and moved his hips in a way to sink on Gabe's cock. He wanted him to enjoy it inch by inch. He knew he had probably thought about doing this a lt when he was at the pool and his fancy cabana. "Mmmm.." He moaned. His cock was thick and it hurt a little, he rolled his head back. "Big boy." He whimpered. He looked down at him with a large smile. His hairs falling over his eyes and forehead. He used his right hand to push it back. He sunk all the way down and let out a loud moan. Natural one, he was so big. He pulled upwards, removing his tightness from his cock, before sliding back down on his thickness. His hips moving up and down. "Gabeee.." He moaned as he lifted up, working slowly until he found rhythm. He felt his body relax. He found perch on his body and started to bounce on his hips faster.

Gabe: Gabe knew he was pretty well endowed when it came down to it, which seemed to go either way really. Soem guys really loved it, but some guys really didn't, and he hoped that Clyde fell into the first category. He stroked a hand down Clyde's lower back and tried to steady him, letting Clyde control how fast or slow he wanted to sink down. He licked his lips and watched him get lower and lower, moaning low in his throat. He watched Clyde's face, trying not to let himself go over into pleasure, wanting to make sure Clyde was okay. But then he was moaning and Gabe let himself moan too, gripping Clyde's hips tightly and tossing his head back as Clyde started to move. "Fuck, Clyde, fuck," he breathed, and started to kiss at his neck and chest, whatever he could reach from this angle as Clyde stareted to move faster. He pulled one hand off of Clyde's hip and wrapped it around his cock, stroking it as best he could in time to his thrusts.

Clyde: Clyde felt small to Gabe's thor cock. He noticed an outline of his cock when he was on the tube, that almost had his tip coming through the bottom of his shorts when his legs were sunk closer to his chest. It was a moment of frustation when he first saw it. He felt so full. He let out a loud scream and grabbed his shoulders for balance. He gasped for air. He maybe should have used some lube. He moaned when he touched his cock. He shook with pleasure. He really would feel this tomorrow. He loved the skin on skin contact. He rolled his hips, feeling himself stretch. He felt sweat drip down his olived toned chest. "Gabe.. oh fuck." He squeaked. His hips were hurting from how big he felt inside

Gabe: Gabe looked up at Clyde and stroked his back, wondering if it was too much too fast. He wasn't sure if the scream was from pain or pleasure, and he kissed gently down Clyde's neck, and stroked his lower back. "Are you okay?" he asked softly and kissed him again. "You're doing so good," he breathed. "You're so perfect." He kissed him again and tried even more comferting movements, stroking Clyde's cock gently. "Is it good?" he asked and sucked at Clyde's neck.

Clyde: "Gabe yes, it's good." He laughed. "Stop worrying." He moaned. He squeezed himself around his cock. "You are just big. My body is getting use to it." He told Gabe. He popped off his cock for a moment. He let his body relax a little,before spreading over his cock. "Fuck me, Gabe.. I'm not a fragile doll. I can handle it." He smirked. He rolled off his cock and laid on his back. He spread his legs. He grabbed his hand to come lay on top of him and fuck him at any speed he wished.

Gabe: Gabe gave Clyde a small laugh. "Sorry, I can't help it," he said and kissed Clyde again. "Hey at lest the worry means I won't come too fast." He shook his head. "I don't think that you're a fragile doll, I just care about you," he said. He kept on his back and shook his head. "I thought you were going to ride me. I'm more comfortable with that. You can speed it however you want and I can't hurt you."

Clyde: clyde nodded "ok." He said as he got back over him and straddled him. He didnt seem to want to be on top. He wondered if he was worried he might hurt him under the weight. "Most gay men love doggy style. Do you wish for that?" He asked. He could get on all fours and let him fuck him in the most animalistic way. He grabbed his thick cock and lifted his hips to lower himself on his cock. He shivered as he sat all the way down on it. "gabe..."

Gabe: Game let out a soft laugh and shook his head. "Maybe some other time. But I told you," he said softly and stroked a hand down his chest. "I want to see you." He leaned up and kissed him gently. "Is that okay?" he asked, feeling a little nervous now. He already was because he felt huge, not jsut in that palce it was good to be huge, but everywhere, and he knew if he was over Clyde he would just worry about how unattractive all the jiggly parts of him were and on the off chance that Clyde never talked to him again, he wanted the best picture in his mind for his moemory. He shuddered when Clyde sank back over him and he stroked his hips, his ass, and then grabbed his cock again. "Yes, Clyde, yes," he breathed, and kissed his chest. "You're so perfect like this. I would keep you forever if I could," he breathed.

Clyde: Clyde could see he was easy t oplease, and maybe his kink was just having sex with a hot boy. It was simple enough to fullfill. He kissed his chest and neck and moved his hips up and down, massaging his cock and moaning. He kissed his lips deeply, slipping his tongue far into his mouth, making Gabe spead his lips far to take him deep. He bit on his lips and started to go faster on his cock. He tossed his head back and screamed loudly. He grabbed his cock and pumped himself quickly, he came on Gabe;s chest. He let out loud breaths. He shivered from the orgasm he got from a very thick cock. "Fuck me. Cum for me.. "

Clyde: *he grabbed his own cock(

Gabe: Gabe would worry about doing more and being inventive later, if Clyde wanted to see him agian. It was probably silly but he wanted this to be as romantic as it possibly could be at the moment. He kissed him hard and deep as Clyde moved over him and stroked his fingers lovingly over his skin until Clyde started to move faster. And then he gripped Clyde's hips tightly and started to thrust up into him, letting the pleasure take over. He fucked up into him as hard as he could and let out a loud moan when Clyde came over his chest, finally allowing himself to come a few moment's later. He cried out loudly, and then moaned Clyde's name, pulling him down into a kiss as his orgasm washed over him.

Clyde: Clyde kissed him back. He felt a large load of thick cum enter his body. He knew this man could probably buy hot boys, but it did seem with this thickness of cum that he had not had sex in a while. He rode his orgasm, until Gabe went soft. He slid off him and laid by his side. He kissed his cheek. "Roll on your side for me?" He requested. He started to rub his back and shoulders. He kissed his shoulder. It was almost over his night with him, and he wante to coax him into a nice sweet sleep before he left.

Gabe: Gabe wanted to keep kissing Clyde over and over again, and fight that urge that told him to rest and sleep after coming that hard. He stroked Clyde's cheek and nodded before rolling onto his side and curling up. He sighed happily when Clyde started to rub his shoulders and reached out to grab one of his wrists, pulling him close and wrapping Clyde's arm around him. "You're so amazing," he said and kissed Clyde's palm. "Let me take you out again. And again. Please."

Clyde: Clyde smiled and kissed his neck. "Sure, whatever you want Gabe" He had his arm locked with Gabes right now. He curled next to him and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. He woke up around 3 am. Gabe was in a deep sleep. He waved his hand over his eyes to make sure. He kissed hsi forehead and slipped out of bed. He walked toward the bathroom. He noticed a envelope on the table in the kitchen. He went to go steal some sandwiches from the mini fridge. He figured the guy wouldnt notice. He also took a couple shot glasses of vodka. He opened the envelope and saw 1000 dollars. He set the envelope down.. he really needed to pay off this debt for his aunt. This would do it and the hotel would be ok, plus he could have a little over to buy his hair product. Gabe was such a nice guy, dont do it. He ended up stuffing it in his pocket after getting dress He took the robe too. He booked it out feeling his heart race. What a dick move? Would gabe call the cops on him, and with what proof would he have? He hated the feeling in his chest, Gabe was so sweet and kind to him. He got a taxi and booked it home as fast as he could. He presented the money to his aunt. She was worried on how he got it, but smiled anyway an dhugged him. He kept 50 dollars for himself. He went to sleep it off and was called to work at 12 to 7. He said he would. He got up and left to go to work. He was on ahola river duty. His heart racing, but at least he wouldnt see gabe again. Right? Gabe: Gabe didn't want to fall asleep because he was sure that he would wake up to realize it was all a dream, something he'd just imagined. Or even worst, that it had happened, but he'd just imagined the part where Clyde had mabye cared for him. Like every other guy. When he did wake up, he realized first thing that he was alone, and that first made him feel a heaviness in his heart. But he still hoped for a note or something, a text, maybe he had to rush out early for work. But there was nothing. Gabe tried not to read too much into it and sent Clyde a 'good morning' text and then one saying what a good time he had and to text him back soon, did he want to get dinner tonight? It was after that when he was up and moving around that he noticed the money was gone. That stung more than he thought it would but Gabe closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe he'd been wrong. And Clyde was like every other pretty man that had every looked his way and saw an easy paycheck and nothing more. But he'd been so hopeful... Gabe sidhed and felt a little like crying but he picked up his phone again and sent another text. "I don't even care about the money, okay? Just text me back. Are you at work today?"

Clyde: CLyde saw his text and ignored them. He was scared. He didnt think right when he took it. He just didnt want his aunt in trouble. He wanted her to be able to pass inspection and pay for the renewal fee.. taxes and crap. She didnt owe alot,but every cent help. He had to put his phone away for work. He felt like shit. He drank water and ate his stolen sandwich. Gabe would hate him now, but he at least gave Gabe a good night, right? He tried to tell himself that. He saved a small girl from drowning. It was some good karma over the bad karma, but it was als his job. The mom of the girl bought him pizza. People always felt the need to buy him things or be overly grateful for saving them. the little girl left, she wanted to go back to promise land zoo. A place he had never been to.

Gabe: Gabe waited for some kind of reply for awhile, but he didn't get anything. He fretted over what to do. He knew he should probably just cut his losses and leave it at that. Clyde had stolen from him, he wasn't interested in spending any more time with him. But a part of Gabe wanted to know if he was really...that kind of person, or if maybe he was just despearte. If he was Gabe would help him out more, gladly, even if... Gabe sighed and figured he would just go down to the water park anyway. He had to at least see him. To at least talk to him. Gabe got ready and headed down to the water park, and asked around, and finally found where Clyde was stationed at the moment. He went onto the lazy river and looked anxiously around for him. When he saw him, Gabe didn't even know what to say at first and just waved a little awkwardly at him.

Clyde: Clyde was watching people , families having a nice day together. Lovers holding hands and trying to drown each other under the waterfalls. He was so tireda nd just wanted a nap. He would do that after work. He saw Gabe and lifted his head. He had a weird smile he didnt know what to make of it. He looked aroun dfor cops, but didnt see any. He stood up and was glad it was a switch time. He couldnt really have a conversatin at the water slides. He moved without talking to Gabe to the single person slid. He sat down, his heart racing. What did Gabe want from him? The money probably

Gabe: "Wait!" Gabe said loudly when Clyde started to move away. "I just want to talk, for a second!" he said and sighed, unable to follow him. He found out where he was moved though and stood in line. But this time he didn't wait to be at the front. "Hey Clyde!" He shouted back in line. "If you won't text me or let me get close, I'll just shout at you! I want to take you out to dinner and a show tonight!"

Clyde: Clyde heard him yell in his cute squeaky voice. He just sang along with the music. He nodded at people to go when it was their turn. He was red in the face. a man turned around and looked him over. "Dude, I'm trying to ask him out. This is the third time on the slide. " He told Gabe. He went over to Clyde and set a flower on his lap before getting on the tube and sliding down. Clyde felt red in the face. Gabe was closer. "I'm at work Gabe, I have to work." He said strictly. He set the flower by his feet. The poor other man started to run up the hill. This was madness

Gabe: Gabe could see that Clyde was trying to ignore him and it stung. He had no idea what he did to deserve that kind of treatment. And he knew he hadn't done anything. He ignored the other guy. It didn't matter. If Clyde wanted another guy it was fine, but he should at least tell him so. It was just a decent thing for a person to do. Gabe waited until he was up close to Clyde and tried not to look at him with watery eyes. "You dont' have to treat me like this. I just want to be with you. Or be your friend if thats all you want." He touched Clyde's ankle softly and then went down the slide.

Clyde: Clyde was scared. Next time he stole from a lover, he needed to remember to not take it from the person who knew where he worked. The woman at the bottom of the slid saw Gabe and smiled. "Hey! " she waved. "you ok? " She pouted. "Did you and him go out last night?" She ased, hoping for a love story. Clyde wiped away a couple of tears, and let two people go not paying attention. They both collided into each other, but no one was hurt. He cursed. It could have been fatal. He had to get it together. His hand were shaking Today was not the day to stop smoking. He requested a break when someoen came to replaced him. He went towards the wave pool. He stopped real fast at his locker for that half of pain pill. He only had a half of a half now, and hoped he could get more. He put the dot of medicie on his tongue.

Gabe: Gabe was feeling more than a little defeated, and was ready to give up. He'd tried, and he would try more, usually, but he had really thought he and Clyde had something. He didn't think Clyde would treat him like this. It was almost worst than everyone else. At least most people had the decency to let him down. Easy or not. Just nothing was more painful than he imagined. He was surprised to see someone he recognized at the bottom of the tube slide and gave her a smile, even though he was still watery eyed and feeling like crying. "I did, but now he doesn't want to even talk to me. It was stupid t othink he'd like me." Gabe sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Thank you for your help though," he said softly and went to go find a caban to hide in.

Clyde: She pouted. "You're too good for him anyway" He said feeling her heart break for Gabe. Clyde got his shit together and went to sit at the high tower. He had his sunglasses on to hide emotion. He didnt understand why Gabe would want to take him out to dinner or a show at this point. He couldnt go back and undo what he did. He looked over at the cabana and saw Gabe in there looking sad. He felt pain that he put pain on the man. Was he legit wanting to take him on dates? to get to know him? He couldnt leave his station. He was planted here, and he couldnt get on his cell phone, because that was a distraction. He watched the water deeply. He hoped his fellow employees would check in on him. He watched a teenage boy go under. He jumped in the water and swam down to grab him. He lost him a few waved and under the kicks of people's feet. He went deeper and deeper down the wave pool He popped up to breath, then went down. Another life guard in. He found the boy and grabbed his waist. He put the floatation device around his waist and pulled him up. He swam to the shore. He set him on his back and performed CPR.

Gabe: Gabe didn't know why he didn't just leave. It would be kinder than hanging around. But he'd already paid for the cabana so he might as well hang around. Even if it was just to avoid things and pout. He ate almost a whole pizza by himself just because he was the kind of guy that ate his feelings and then he felt a little ill and wose really. He sighed and watched the wave pool. He could see Clyde out there, and thought about going up to him again, but he just didn't know how much more he could face the rejection. He didn't realize how much he'd like him unitl now. Usually rejection didn't bother him all that much. He did poke his head out more when he saw Clyde go in the water, and stepped out when another did too. he worried that Clyde and whoever they were after was safe, and felt a little panic when he saw the boy they pulled up wasn't breathing right away. He got close and tried to help, pushing other people back so they had room to work.

Clyde: clyde was scared. The boy stop breathing. He did cpr a few times. Finally the boy coughed out water and opened his eyes. Everyone around him clapped. Two drowns in one day was unusual, and it wore on his body. He was exhausted. He was glad the boy was ok, althogh they did need to take him for a check up at the first aid center. The manager came over and told Clde to go take a break. He saw Gabe was beside him. "You hear that? I need a break..." He laughed and stood up. He felt so tired. He leaned against gabe. He wasnt hurt, just really tired. He hoped Gabe would allow him to come back to his cabana for a few minutes. "We can talk. Just help me sit for a moment int he shade, yeah?"

Gabe: Gabe felt his heart in his throat while they waited for the boy to start breathing agian, and he let out a happy cry of relief when he did. Then he locked eyes with Clyde for a moment and didn't know what to think or feel or do. And then he saw how tired Clyde looked and reached out to take his arm, leading him towards the shade. He rubbed his arm lightly and gave him a bashful smile. He let Clyde sit down and gave him some water. "Are you okay? Please, sit, rest, for as long as you need."

Clyde: "I am fine.. How are you?" He asked, half lid and out of it. He wanted to go to sleep. His manager came over to tell him to take the rest of the day off. He pouted. "I can do it" He needed the money. "Clyde dear, we can't do that. We will see you in a couple of days.. get water." The manager turnd to Gabe and asked how his stay was. she was a bit unsure why Clyde was in someones cabana and hoped it was ok with Gabe. She saw it was and left. He sighed. He really needed that money. But he was too tired to argue it. He could call and beg tomorrow. He rolled on his back and looked up at Gabe. "I only have 50 dollars left. I'm sorry. I can pay you back, it will take a while... to do so. Maybe we can work on a month payment plan?"

Gabe: Gabe was usually full of words but right now he just didn't know what to say. He watched Clyde carefully, trying to gauge what he wanted or how he should act. "You aren't fine, just drink some water please," Gabe said, sittng near hima nd trying not to hover. He turned the fans right on Clyde's face too, just to make sure he was okay. "What are you talking about?" he asked when Clyde started talking about paying him back. "I told you I didn't care about that," he said and frowned. "I don't care. Do you need more? I can give you more. I just...I want to know why you just left."

Clyde: "Gabe. Stop. You're over whelming me. You deserve to be mad at me." He said softly. "That was a lot of money to borrow. But I had a reason." He said as the fans cooled him. He closed his eyes "Just dotn, dont fucking do this to me. It's cruel.' He told him. "Dont... do this and leave me and be cruel. I dont deserve it, ok? or maybe I do. " He sighed. He was so tired and just dreamed of going back to the hyatt and sleeping hours in one of those amazing soft beds. He was sore everywhere. "I dont know why ou want to go to dinner with me? Why ? didnt i show you how awful I was?"

Gabe: Gabe sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I was mad. I am mad. I would have given it if you asked for it. You obviously need it for something. Or you wouldn't have just taken it." He bit at his lip. "I'm not leaving you or being cruel. I'm asking you to stay. I wanted you to stay. Last night. I want to take you out again, and again. I want to go to all of your favorite places, and hold your hand and kiss you, and be with you. That's all."

Clyde: Clyde felt tears in his eyes. They feel down his cheek as he looked at Gabe. He was so kind. He didnt even know what to do with it. "I want to go lay down at your hotel and sleep.. That's not what you want to do. You want a date, and sex, and a nice night out. And I dont mind that. Ilove that. I just feel so tired... and yeah, you dont know. I could have used the money for drugs." He snorted He looked away. "I'm sick, Gabe.. I'm 25 but I feel 58 sometimes."

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The Lego Batman Moviewould never skip leg day. Never.

The new movie which is fantastic also doesnt skip a beat during more than 90 minutes of jokes and references, some even at the expense of its parent studio, Warner Bros. Its padre, as Robin might say. Its papa.

The infamous moment happens later in the movie. Before heading off to save Gotham, Batman takes a shot at another Warner Bros. movie, Suicide Squad, saying that using criminals to fight criminals is a dumb idea.

Suicide Squad, though a commercial success, was berated by critics, a fact thats not lost on Warner Bros., nor the moviescast and director. Lego Batman throwing shade at its own makes the moment stand out from the rest.

And people noticed:

The Huffington Post talked with director Chris McKay about the surprising moment. He said Lego movies are all about getting away with stuff:

I cant remember if that was one we really had to run up the flagpole or not, or just the executives who were on the movie saw it and were OK with it, but that was just us kind of riffing in a voice booth, said McKay. It was me [writer] Jared Stern and Will Arnett. It was one of those things where we gave Will an idea, and he took it and made it his own. I love working with him. Hes amazing, but being able to get away with stuff I think is kind of one of the things we do well in all of the Lego movies. You feel like youre sort of getting away with it.

In an interview with Build Series, the director also commented on the matter, saying, Because were approaching these characters and this movie with a lot of love, people kind of let us do some things that maybe we couldnt do.

Will Arnett, the voice of Lego Batman, also chimed in, saying, Its kind of incumbent upon us in this position as the in a certain way, as the absurdist Batman, to take those shots. If we dont, then were sort of missing our own point.

In addition to talking with HuffPost about the Suicide Squad jab, McKay also cleared up some of the movies unanswered questions:

In the movie, Dick Grayson (later Robin)asks Bruce Wayne if he should get experimental surgery on his eyes to make him more appealing. Does he get the surgery?

No, I think hopefully Batman and Bruce Wayne persuaded him from doing that.

Robin calls Batman tons of variations of father. How many different words for father did you go through?

There were a lot more. We had to cut [some]. At one point, we even translated Hebrew. We used all languages we possibly could to say father. But it was one of those jokes where we have to keep the movie moving. But, at one point, I think we recorded Michael Cera doing everything.

Will Batman ever get to hang out with lady activewear models?

We know hes hung out with ballerinas in Christopher Nolan movies. Yeah, I think in a sequel. The thing were looking at with every one of these movies is hes got a different girlfriend.He has very limited relationships. Theres an expiration date on his relationships. Its always something like that. I really wish, in a future movie, we can see Batman hang out with lady activewear models.

Ralph Fiennes, Voldemort in the Harry Potter movies, voices Alfred in Lego Batman. This movie has an appearance by Lego Voldemort (Eddie Izzard). Was there any talk of getting Fiennes to voice Lego Voldemort?

[Fiennes] is great, and hes amazing to work with. Yeah,at one point I wanted to do that and suggested it to the studio. Fora coupleof reasons we decided not to, but I think the main one was unless youre gonna put Alfred and Voldemort in a scene together, unless youre gonna do something with it … its going to end up on the cutting room floor. I think thats kind of the main reason why we didnt do that. I think also J.K. Rowling was really generous obviously in letting us use Voldemort and Dumbledore in the first movie. I dont wanna step on too much of what theyre doing.

Did J.K. Rowling have to approve Lego Voldemort?

Yeah,not on the cast, but just to show her the stuff we were doing, and she was super positive and really helpful and actually gave us spells that we should use.

Why does Batman always have a deep voice?

When you boil Batman down, he stopped developing when he was a little kid, so everything he does is what a little kid would think is scary. Its like, How do you stop crime? OK, Im gonna learn karate. Im gonna dress up like a giant bat, and Im going to scare criminals with my big scary voice. I think that is the solution of a child to a real problem. I love Batman. I think its kind of funny to take a step back and look at our heroes and find some kind of loving critique.

Is there anything scarier than snake clowns?

The only other thing [is] in dreams, you can add to that waking up naked at a test. Being late for a test and you dont have any clothes. I think that would probably the scary dream triumvirate between clowns, snakes and nudity.

How important is it not to skip leg day?

You gotta even it out. Actually, youll fall over, so you gotta get your legs. People try to blow it off, but it really is important.

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Heartbroken...pregnant...but moving on.

m fine. I'm fine until I wake up and life ingulfs me and I realize what my life has become. No..its not horrible... Im sure people suffer way worse than me. In this moment of clarity, I completely believe that I am 5he absolute only female who just can't seem to grow the eff up and stop crying like a baby. But every morning..there it is..pain that swarms my every thought. Its like being stuck in a hole..climbing to the top and falling down just when your fingertips grasp the light. Your surrounded by pain and darkness and anxiety...you don't know when you will ever feel "okay" again. Okay...I'm stupid, I'm a whore, I'm whatever you want to call me...but through this time...this is what has been bothering me. I lived in key west. We couldn't afford the house we were renting, and eventually had to figure something else out. So with out being completely homeless, we decided to buy a nice tent and set up shop at a local camp ground. Don't get me wrong... It wasn't the worst thing. We had a ocean view just a block away. There was a pool and spa...a restaurant that was cheap enough. There was a playground and a bar. It didn't suck until month 3-4.. Time was going but our business wasn't getting anywhere. My boyfriend...and my daughters father ...let's just call him "D" for now...was working day and night just to make sure we had food and of course to pay for our spot..which wasn't cheap at 60-80 dollars a night depending on the season. Our daughter went to school and I had a job...so its not like we were there all the time anyway. We had a constant flow if neighbors and it just became the normal. I ended up getting pregnant that January...and I was happy as could be. It was all I wanted. I told everybody and started planning and we had plans to move to Tampa or fort Lauderdale so we could afford a lifestyle more. It was hott and uncomfortable...we had one car that kept breaking down...and only a few people in the area that we could call friends. It was hard to survive...but we kept at it with the hope of getting good money and moving up north. It was the end of January when I started to bleed heavy and went to the hospital just to confirm my worst fears. We weren't having another baby...and what was worse was that I had to miscarry in a campground, with hundreds of people using one shared bathroom. I cried for days...and the heat made it millions times worse. I didn't eat or shower...I laid in bed hoping to just die from all the physical and emotional pain. I eventually got past that part... But D and i 's relationship suffered immensely. We were constantly fighting... I developed harsh feelings for him. I didn't feel love from him and he wasn't getting it from me. We fought in front of our six year old daughter almost daily. One day he told me he had a friend coming down to help him with a few bigger jobs he started to get. I was mad that he was having a friend come and see where we lived as well as hearing his father who was out of his mind do to his alcoholism and a few strokes...would be there as well. The day he came ...and we will just call D's friend as "C" ...I was working. He came buy at 7pm and picked me up in C's car. We drove to our tent site and that was the first time I saw him. He was tall...bronze skin and dark curly hair. Nothing I ever thought I would be attracted too...but he looked at me and just looking into his eyes...I felt an instant connection with him. I quickly looked away so he wouldn't see my pale skin turn a horrible shade of red. I tried to ignore it...in my defense. I knew that any thoughts towards D's friend were completely inexcusable and I couldn't go there. We all worked so it made things easier...but when we came home after dinner.. I couldn't avoid it. I started doing my hair to perfection...always putting makeup on. I played with the idea of him feeling the same way...so that whenever I looked at him I would just smile and look elsewhere. I of course used my charm and whit to get him to notice my flirtatious attitude. Hiding it from D as best as I could. I did his laundry one day and folded it and D asked me why about a million times..but I could never tell him the real reason. The night before valentines day... D went to take a shower and I came out of the tent after putting down my daughter...I made a lot of noise to see if he would come out of his own tent.. And I eventually heard the sound I'd been longing to hear. He slowly unzipped the zipper and came out to the table to talk to me. He told me how he was in a relationship with a girl he didn't want to be with anymore. They lived together and he couldnt stand her. He said they were gonna break up when he got back home...my insides completely melted. I then told him about my and D's troubles and that I was going to move back home "where C lived" and just be single for awhile. That's basically where it started between us. On valentines day, he let me use his car to drive to work with D's permission...and I couldn't help but to smell the seatbelt over and over because it smelled so much like his cologne. I bought some stuff for D and then bought some cresent pastries for C because he had said how much he liked them. I put hearts all over it and told him I felt bad that his girlfriend couldn't be here for him at this time. That afternoon I finally mustered up the courage to go up to him and ask for his phone number. I played it off like I just wanted it "just in case" and I gave him mine...but we all know where my motivations were ;). That next morning I was on cloud nine driving to work because he had sent me the first text. At work..I pretty much fessed up about how attractive he was to me and that I couldn't help that I felt this way...and he told me he felt exactly the same way. My heart was soaring. I had never been so attracted to someone like him and the fact that the feelings were mutual was just the cherry on the top. He told me that he had sprayed his seatbelt with his cologne on purpose..and the whole time he knew what I was doing because he was flirting too. We talked all day and all night on the phone.. Soon enough we decided to get a Voxer account for our texting so that D wouldn't find out. The next morning , D left to take our daughter to school and he asked if I would come out so that he could kiss me. I straightened up every ounce of strength I had a went out there to his bright and beautiful smile. He walked up to me and put his hands on my waist, and me his shoulders and I completely melted into his kiss. It was heart racing and probably the best kiss I'd ever had. It felt like days had passed when we finally broke free from each other as I heard D's truck driving back to our site. We quickly dispersed back into our tents..with my hands shaking and my knees feeling weak. His next text said " you have the softest lips ever..I could kiss you forever" each word singing praises into my ears. I was flying and nothing could bring me down...not even D's shitty attitude. It was such a crazy experience though. I had D...who I'd dated for 9 years... He was my best friend for so long and I know I would always love him as my child's dad...but the more time went on with C, I just couldn't imagine being with D anymore. We went to the beach one day, where I decided to drink more than I should have and got totally trashed. On the way home I had to stop to throw up and it was the worst most embarrassing thing to happen. I laid my head against the window behind C's seat and he reached back to put his hand on my left leg. His touch meant everything to me especially after what just happened. D also had his hand on my right knee...and having two guys rubbing my leg without even knowing it...trying to sober up was probably the craziest thing I've ever been through. Things with C got more serious everyday we were together... I secretly always did his laundry. Slipped him notes and dedicated him songs. Him being there made me so happy. One night we decided we just had to be together. We waited until D fell asleep.. And went into the back of his car. It was so terrifying knowing that D could come out of the tent at any time...but it made our adrenaline rush that much stronger. We kissed and held each other... And finally decided to call it quits and head to bed. The next day at work he told me he loved me. It shocked me in many ways. I knew that I didn't love him like I loved D. That was unconditional... But my feelings for him were electric... I dreamed about walking down the isle to those exact eyes. He told me I was his soul mate and that we would have to elope and run away together. His last day in the keys was heart breaking... D went to work and C left right before. I thought I would die inside because he left before D without being able to say goodbye to me. After D left I went in the tent and cried all before a got a text. " I'm just down the street..is he gone?" He wasn't leaving yet and I was ecstatic. We kissed so much and I cried to him... I wanted to be his more than words...but he had to leave...and I had to let him go. We text back and forth nonstop...and hiding it from D was no easy ordeal. He would constantly check my phone because all along I know he felt our connection. There was no denying it. I loved C and I couldn't help it. I didn't do it to hurt D...I just was happy for the first time in so long. Every morning I'd wake up with a good morning beautiful and every day we would video chat and talk. I started walking into work smiling at my phone and it caused some unwanted attention from another guy I worked with. He then started texting me constantly...asking me to hook up with him. MY head started to swoon as I had three guys wanting MY attention. I was flattered...but my heart belonged to C...and there was no denying it. D and I started to fight nonstop...and I had finally made the decision (with the help of C) to come back home with my daughter. The last day, the guy from work begged me to just hang out with him one time and I decided to live it up and see what could happen. We drove into the mangroves and just had a good time. My heart wasn't in it with him though and I wished him off with a goodbye and packed up the rest of my stuff. I couldn't wait to see C...it had been three months and I could tell you that I was possibly in love with him. We couldn't let my daughter know so he couldn't pick us up from the airport...but as soon as my plane touched down...all thoughts were on him. My mom drove us to her house and promised to watch my daughter. I put on my nicest outfit and my best perfume. I did my hair and makeup to perfection and as soon as his gf went to sleep, he snuck out of his house and I met him in a parking lot. My legs felt like jello as he got out and hugged me with a big bouquet of flowers. We went to a friend of his house and parked on the side street. We talked about him and his gf breaking up and me and D breaking up..but we really just couldn't keep our hands off each other. After that...I started going to his house every night...the second night we finally had sex and it was like...purely amazing. He was the best I'd ever had, but maybe it was because I was just completely attracted to him. The next night we met at Kroger's and holding his hand was like literally the most amazing feeling in the world. I was in love and blind to what was coming next.... Nothing anyone could have told me would have saved me from where I am today...because C had me wrapped around his pretty bronze finger. I did everything for him... I Brought him food and cigarettes... Gave him back massages every night and sex whenever he wanted. He and i would video message eachother when he was at work and get naked and i would send him pic after pic to get him off. I was his personal sex slave and did whatever he asked me to do. Soon his gf found out about me and moved out...D was still working in key west when he eventually found the secret app and read everything between us. I told him it was over and that I was in love with C. D started to call and message C...and it scared C horribly. He was on edge and it hindered us quite a bit...but I was oblivious to any doubt's C was having because I felt like things between us had just started. His girlfriend finally moved out and I was able to come stay with him every night. I eventually got a new job making good money and a new car. Life was so good...I was going to the gym regularly and losing weight. I wanted to become everything C wanted.....that was until C told me about a job he had done at a woman's house. She was 40 something... With five kids and he told me how he felt so bad for her because she had to do it all alone. It was odd to me to hear this...but I felt like he had a good heart and that was it. Every night was the same....I'd get to his house...go to his room...put on one of his million dolphins jersey with nothing on underneath and he would come and put on our playlist and it would be an amazing night. One night he told me he wasn't home yet at 10pm because he was babysitting one of that lady's kids. It was her little 2 year old girl he said he was absolutely crazy about. He even video messaged me while he was there and I literally thought nothing of it. Until the next morning he told me he stayed up talking with (let's call her S) until 3 in the morning. He said he looked up to her and thought so much of her...and it was then I felt just a pang of jealousy. At that time...D was calling me everyday just crying and crying...he was heartbroken...but I didn't know what to say. I finally told C about it and he said he was worried about that. That night at C's house...we talked a lot about S. He told me that it wasn't like that because he didn't think she would ever fall for someone like him....but if she did...he would be extremely happy. I was lost...I thought he wanted me...but now he was telling me this? Things werent that bad...I didn't know how he could say this to me. He told me it would never happen though with her and we just continued to fuck and go on with life. The next week, S wasn't mentioned even once...and I felt like things were getting back on track. C was sick...and I took care of him. Bringing him soup and bread from panera...rubbing his back and servicing him in every way. He finally started to feel better until I found out D was coming down here to see our daughter. I didn't think much of it... The last day I saw C.. I teased him a little so that he would want me after D left...but I didn't give it up. He tried dragging me up the stairs to his room...but I declined.. Hoping he would want me even more later. D finally left the next day...and I was anxious to be with C. I couldn't wait...and he told me to come over that night after work. I got ready and looked my best for him when he tried to Skype me. It took four or five time for him to say it due to our bad connection...but he said that him and S had been talking since that one night he told me about her...and that S wanted him and he wanted her...and that we could just be friends. I couldn't believe the words he was saying....I was speechless. I cried and begged him to not do this...that things had just started for us and were going to get better...but his mind was made up...and I had to move on. I completely stopped eating and caring about anything. I was the skinniest I'd been since highschool and my heart hurt everyday. That was June 1st...and it is now August 11th. C and I have talked only twice and I have made every intention on telling him I am now happy and moved on when it is the complete opposite. I wake up with heartache everyday...I ended up gaining the weight back and stopped going to the gym. D came back for good and started living with my mom and us too. At first I told him I didn't want him...but eventually having him there eased a little of the hurt I was feeling. D felt like it was his fault for what I did because he treated me like shit...but in a way...I don't think that is true. I hate myself for everything and wish I had never met C. I cry daily and the hurt never goes away. I just found out I am now pregnant with our second child due to a faulty condom..me and D...and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. My depression has taken over my whole being and I don't know if I will ever be happy again. I pray that C will end things with S everyday....but in the end I know that even if he did...I couldn't let him back into my life anyway. I was at my best being with him and now I feel like I'm at my worst. I just want to feel like how I felt with him...but I just keep burying myself deeper inside this hole. Deeper into my depression. I just want to move on and be happy. Here's to another day...