#I swear I don't decide what my brian wants to type

[ancha-aus]

DoubleNoot AU Drabble - Next Steps

I got time! Time to write my version of what the next part of the DoubleNoot AU timeline is! Noot² for some :D

Last time on DoubleNoot Adventure! Corrupt split and caused the original Nightmare to return in the heat of battle! As a reaction he took his mates and the newly arrived child and took them back to his home and hideout.

@mikimakiboo Made their own version of this meeting but I also wanted to write it myself and how I see it happening :3 Still their drabble is amazing and everyone needs to show it love :D (yes i linked it last time but come on. This drabble is actually the counterpart to it!)

Also fair warning. I am keeping the pregnancy joke alive. I am not letting that go. It is too funny and too fitting for me. So... warning? discussions of mpreg.

No edits or beta we just going :D (warning. It is a long read.)

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There... There is a tiny skeleton in his arms. A shaking and terrified skeleton. Corrupt glances around and very slowly places the skeleton on the couch. Only to have to dive back closer to catch him from falling over. Corrupt ends up putting Nightmare in the corner of the couch to enable him to lean against two sides.

There... Is a child. In his house.

One he had thought had died. Correction. One Corrupt had thought he had killed.

What... What does he do now?

Corrupt had reacted impulsive. He doesn't actually have a plan. He just knew he had to get himself and his mates away from the Stars, even if he already felt much better.

Okay. He needs to focus.

Corrupt needs to check his mates and make sure they are okay. Needs to make sure the Stars didn't hurt any of them while he crumbled.

Why is it so hard to look away from Nightmare? Corrupt can't look away. He keeps staring at the young skeleton.

He looks scared as he looks around the area. Pushing himself back against the couch as his chest moves quickly wiht his fast breathing. His clothes are absolutely filthy and goop isn't even the thing that makes it most dirty. Not there is still old dust and blood on his clothes which are ripped and also covered in mud.

But the bones? While also covered with dirt there isn't even a scratch on Nightmare. Which surprises Corrupt. Nightmare had his skull smashed in. Had suffered years of abuse of those villagers. Yet here he sits. Whole. Not as much as a bruise on him.

The only thing that seems wrong is that Nightmare seems to have lost control over his body, but he had also been inactive for 500 years so this may more be a matter of him having to relearn how to walk and move..

Okay. Stop. Think. Waht do you know for sure?

Corrupt just... split in two and Nightmare was removed from his being. Aparently he had Nightmare resting in his body since the apple accident. Maybe instead of forming from Nightmare he formed around Nightmare... it would explain why Corrupt never actually saw Nightmare or dust from him. Corrupt had always assumed that Nightmare hadn't dusted because of his treespirit nature.

Now.

Nightmare had been in his body, aparently slowly healing, and is now out of his body. Corrupt frowns. How come that he has Nightmare's memories in that case? Is it because Nightmare was the one to eat the apple? Does that mean that all those things he remembers and remembered feeling was all Nightmare and never his own.

Corrupt takes another depe breath to try and stay focussed. He still glances to make sure Nightmare is still where he left him. He is.

Okay. Corrupt will ahve to think about everything that this means later. Now he has to make sure everyone is okay... also make sure that Nightmare gets clean and situated. It... unnerves him to not have Nightmare with him. Corrupt doesn't knwo a lot but knows his being misses having Nightmare close.

"Euh... Moonlight?"

Corrupt frowns and turns slowly.

Killer looks between Nightmare and Corrupt "You know... I know we aren't always the most... serious bunch... but you could have told us you were pregnant... we could have handled it and could have helped."

It takes amoment before Corrupt sputters and glares at one of his mates "I wasn't pregnant!" He snaps but sees Ngihtmare flinch at the sound. Corrupt mentally decides to not shout anymore.

Killer just raises a brow as he crosses his arms before looking pointly at Nightmare "Really? Because that is a whole ass child-"

Cross shoots him a disapproving look "Don't curse!"

Killer blinks and looks over "The kid is already like... eight?" he tilts his skull at Nightmare.

Nightmare however shrinks in on himself as he tries to disappear into the couch.

Corrupt answers instead "He is ten actually. Just... tiny." he frowns. aparently Nightmare is just short? Corrupt himself is also short and he took some of his appearances over from Nightmare...

Killer frowns "Wait... ten years? How long have we all been together?" He looks very disappointed "We aren't the dads?"

Corrupt sputters again but manages to keep his voice down "I wasn't pregnant."

Horror speaks up as he glances up from his phone "According to the definition of giving birth which is: The emergence of a baby or other young from the body of its mother; the start of life as a physically separate being." Horror waves into the direction of Ngihtmare "Young." and he just looks pointedly at Corrupt.

Corrupt sighs as he rubs his face "I wasn't pregnant. I didn't give birth." he looks at Nightmare and frowns "I didn't even... i thought he was dead..." Nightmare stares back at him but gets a tiny frown on his face. Corrupt isn't sure what is on his face... probably grief. there always is grief when he thought about Nightmare.

Cross joins his side and holds his hand "hey... you could also have told us you miscarriaged... We could have helped..." he smiles.

Corrupt rubs his skull as he shakes his skull "No. I wasn't pregnant... Meet... Nightmare." Ngihtmare flinches at his name and when the others all start staring at him. Shit. Corrupt regrets that...

Dust frowns "I thought you said..."

Corrupt groans as he takes a deep sigh "I know... I know what i said. I thought the same. This is also very much a surprise for me."

"how do you know my name?"

silence and Crorupt looks back at Nightmare. Ngihtmare still looks terrified. He is obviously terrified. but he has a very tiny stubborn glare on his face. One hand has formed a fist and is shaking sligthly. Nightmare keeps staring at Corrupt specifically.

Corrupt blinks and speaks softly "I.... What do you remember?" does he remember everything that Corrupt remembered?

Nightmare frowns as he thinks before looks at Corrupt distrusting "You first. What do you know?"

Killer snorts "suspicious little fellow." he points at Corrupt "That is corrupt. I am Killer." he points everyone out as he names everyone. Corrupt is watching closely and can see more and more panick appear in Ngihtmare's posture as each name is given.

right... Very unfriendly names. Corrupt now regrets not agreeing to taking a friendlier name. He makes the decision as he walks over to Nightmare and takes a seat before him. He makes sure to keep his tentacles low but not to hide them, same for his arms.

Hidden limbs can attack him and hurt him. This way Nightmare can keep and easy eye on everything.

Corrupt speaks softly, making sure to keep his voice soft and quiet just in case "I must admit I am not quite sure myself anymore. I am Corrupt. When you ate the apple of the tree I formed. I always believed that you had died and I formed from that moment with the apple's magic and power... I was unaware you were with me the whole time. How are you feeling? What do you remember?" and he waits. He knows this is a lot of information.

Nightmare frowns as he looks down slightly. Thinking. He looks at his hand and frowns as he touches some of his fingers. Corrupt follows the sight and knows why Nightmare must be confused. The villages had smashed his phalanges with a large bat just days before the apple incident. Those breaks should have been there still.

Nightmare forms a fist again as he holds said hand with his other "I... I think i... remember eating it..." he frowns more before flinching. Corrupt frowns and looks over his shoulder. Right.

He sighs "Loves. please back up a tiny bit." the four had started to gravitate closer but they seem to realise the problem. They give some quiet sorries and back up a bit.

Corrupt looks amused at them before motioning towards the other couches and chairs "Just sit down for a moment." He first needs to get Ngihtmare to relax just a tiny bit. Corrupt doubts he can move alright just yet and Corrupt wants him to be at least a bit calmer before he tries to ask if Nightmare wnats to get clean.

His mates luckily all listen and sit down and get comfortable as they start checking each other. Corrupt smiles, that is good. This way he is at least sure that they are all alright and no one is hurt.

Corrupt turns back to Nightmare who is staring at him. But he looks away as soon as Corrupt looks at him. Corrupt chuckles "It is alright... I can only imagine I must look very strange to you."

Ngihtmare shrugs and mutters "Not... that weird..." he grins a tiny bit as he glances up at him "I am a treespirit..."

Corrupt chcukles and nods "true..."

Nightmare glances to the side and Corrupt realises what Nightmare must be glancing it. Corrupt slowly makes one of his tentacles raise a little and makes it wave.

Nightmare blinks and looks at Corrupt "Are those..."

Corrupt nods "They are... made of negative energy." he brings it closer "We got that in common. Both of us have powers connected to the more negative things to feel." he lets the tendril hover near Nightmare.

Nightmare stares at it before very slowly touching the tendril. As soon as he touches it the negativity and magic in his being reacts. Because the area around the tendril starts to shine and show of cyan coloured swirls.

Nightmare stares and starts to smile "wow... I didn't know my stuff could be pretty..." he touches one of the shown swirls wiht his other hands and the area of effect expands a tiny bit.

Corrupt nods as he mutters "Even if everyone looks down on negativity. It has its good adn beautiful sides. Everything has, including the negative emotions."

Nightmar elooks unconvinced and that doesn't surprise Corrupt. Nightmare is used to being harrassed, bullied, hurt and abused over what he was connected to. His powers and role only every brough him pain.

Maybe Corrupt can at least show him the more beautiful side of their emotional powers. Show it is a part of healing and growth. That it has a connection to justice and protecting others.

Nightmare ends up focussing back on the tentacle in front of him and watching their magic react to one another. Familiar and calm. Both magicks seem to know the other and it helps Ngihtmare feel safe.

Some movement by his side and Ngihtmare watches as Cross is now near him before sitting on the ground with his back against the couch. Ngihtamre shoots him a look for a moment before calming down when the other's attention isn't on him. Nightmare turns back to the tentacle.

Cross looks over nervously before turning to Corrupt "what... what is the plan? are we just... going to..." he shoots Ngihtmare a look "Can we just keep him?"

Nightmare freezes and grabs the tentacle tighter.

Corrupt frowns as he looks at Nightmare. The idea... of leaving him somewhere? No... they can't just leave him somewhere.

Cross rubs his arm as he continues to speak "Like... I am not... sure how good I am at this dad thing?" he cringes "But I can learn! probably." he grins as he looks nervous.

Killer laughs as he lounges on the other couch, obviously watching them "I mean. I think this one is dips for either Horror or Dust. You know. Cyan of Cors and red of either of them makes purple for little nightlight."

Nightmare shoots Killer a glare "I wasn't pregnant."

horror hums and nods "Dust then. I don't have enough magic to get anyone pregnant."

Dust shrugs "Cool. I am upper-dad."

Killer grins "It has been decided!" and he throws his arms out with a laugh.

Corrupt sighs deeply as he looks back at Nightmare however just looks at the other four. Looking a tiny bit more relaxed and with a slightly tilted skull.

Corrupt speaks softly "Are you okay with staying here for a little bit? I swear to you that no one will harm you here, ever." It is why he made this place. it was a place of safety and shelter. For himself and those he holds so dear.

Nightmare looks at him, looks at the others, then looks at where their magicks interact and strengthen each other. Nightmare frowns but nods "Okay..."

Corrupt smiles "Thank you." he looks at his mates "How do you four feel?"

Killer grins "A bit tired but nothing too bad."

Cross nods and sits up straight "We are ready to do whatever!"

Corrupt sees both Horror and Dust give their own okays before nodding "Cross and Killer, can you two go to Littletale and get some supplies? We will need clothes foremost but anything that can fit a ten year old is helpful." furniture will come later once they figure out which room is right for the tiny prince-

Oh... Corrupt is already considering calling him prince compared to his own king title...

Maybe his mates have a point about how this whole situation happened. He does feel very protective over Nightmare... Again things to consider when he has the time.

He focusses on the mission "Dust. If you can go around the castle and secure the place. Make it safer." a glance confirms that Dust shoots their training room a look before nodding. He had figured Dust would understand what he meant without having to point out how many weapons they have, which will just make Ngihtmare nervous.

He looks at Horror "Love?"

Horror grins and nods "I will be in the kitchen. Allergies?"

Corrupt shakes his skull and looks at Nightmare "Not that i can remember... Nightmare? Are there any things you don't like the taste or texture off?"

Nightmare looks confused "texture?"

Corrupt smiles "Well yeah... I know I dislike either quite a few things that feel strange to me to eat. Anything you don't like?"

Nightmare thinks before speaking "I don't like.... mushy stuff? feels weird to chew..."

Corrupt looks at Horror and Horror nods before looking at Nightmare "Anything you like?"

Nightmare blinks and actually focusses on Horror for a moment. His hold on his tentacle tightens but seems to relax when he sees that Horror just waits as he stays in place and doesn't get closer.

Nightmare looks away and shrugs "Don't have stuff that i really like..." he rubs the tentacle. maybe it helps to sooth him?

Horror nods "Fair enough. We will have to get you to taste test a few things to see what you like." and he walks off before he can get a reply.

The others had already quietly left the room which Ngihtmare registers as he looks around soft "They move quiet..."

Corrupt nods "I know. I hardly ever hear them. I notice them by sensing their emotions more than anything."

Nightmare looks up unsure "They... they won't get mad? Others always get mad when i... used that..."

Corrupt smiles and shakes his skull "They won't... Will you let me help you get cleaned up?"

Ngihtmare blinks and looks down only to stare at the mess he is. Clearly not having realised that "Oh... euh..." he looks unsure as he looks hard at Corrupt "You... ARe you the one who spoke to me?"

Corrupt frowns as he tilts his skull "spoke?"

Nightmare nods as he rubs his hand "When... whenever i was sad and scared... I always heard this voice... it was very quiet and begged me to stay near... let them help... Was that you?"

Corrupt frowns as he thinks back. trying to remember the voice that Nightmare speaks off. But he can't remember those moments... What he does remember instead are his dream. showing the other side of the same conversation. Corrupt looks at Nightmare "I must admit I am unsure myself. I do not have memories of my own from before you ate the apple. I do... however... have your memories. For a long time i beleived those to be my own."

Nightmare looks away ashamed and mutters "oh...."

Corrupt shakes his skull "You don't need to be ashamed... you are a child... you shouldn't have had the pressure on you that was placed on you... and those who hurt you... they are the ones who are wrong. You never did anything wrong."

Ngihtmare nods but looks sad "I... I thought you were that voice... you sounded familiar and... I felt like i knew you."

Corrupt frowns and speaks sfotly "There are however dreams i had. Dreams that I wasn't you. But looking on from the outside... unable to assist. But I wanted to help you."

Nightmare thinks it over before looking at Corrupt and nods "okay... I would like being clean..."

Corrupt smiles and carefully picks Nightmare up. Noticing now that any goop touching any bones on Ngihtmare causes the same effect as the touches to the tentacles had caused. He hadn't noticed in his panic before.

Corrupt slowly leaves the living room and goes towards the hall before going up the stairs. As he walks he points at each room and area as he softly explains what is what. Ngihtmare looks around in shock and mutters about it being an actual castle. Corrupt smiles as he feels the excitement slowly start to appear in the younger empath.

They get to Corrupts room and he takes Ngihtmare towards the bathroom. Ngihtmare looks around confused as his hold tightens "what?"

Corrupt speaks softly as he explaisn how the bathroom works before turning on the tab of the bath. Letting Nightmare feel the water before making sure the water is nice and comfortable. He lets Ngihtmare sit by the water and play wiht it as he goes to look through the soaps and brushes. Getting everything needed to help clean up the young skeleton.

It only takes a moment before Corrupt returns to Nightmare's side. Ngihtmare looks nervous at him before looking at the water "will... will the water hurt you?"

corrupt stops and stares at Ngihtmare. He had expected th young skeleton to be worried about being exposed and naked in front of someone he didn't know. instead he is worried about Corrupt.

Corrupt smiles "I will be fine. Water does not bother me." to show he puts his hand in the water and shows how his goop just doesnt'mix with the water, all the rises off him was some old dirt from the battle. Nightmare looks at it curiously and touches it. the goop still lights up when their magic meets.

Ngihtmare frowns "why does it do that?"

Corrupt hums and shrugs "I can only assume it is because our magics have a similar source. it recognises each other as-" family. He manages to stop himself.

Nightmare tilts his skull as he stares at him. a tiny smile appears on his face "I already got a mom though."

Corrupt sighs and looks at the younger monster "please don't start to. I already have four of them doing that joke."

Nightmare chuckles before looking at the water "Bath time?"

Corrupt nods and gently helps Ngihtmare out of his dirty clothes and into the water. Ngihtmare hums happily and relaxes. Corrupt looks him over but doens't see any scars or marks of the past wounds. completely healed.

Corrupt smiles "You really are healed..." It makes it worth it. Makes it worth having to experience the pain of Ngihtmare splitting from his body.

Nightmare looks in awe at his body "You healed me... You kept your promise."

Corrupt frowns as he starts helping the younger monster bath as he still can't quite move right yet "What do you mean?"

Ngihtmare hums as he relaxes into his hold, full trust "The voice... it said that if i just gave in. To accept help. That the pain would stop." he smiles "You stopped the pain."

Corrupt looks at him before smiling "I am happy I was able to help you. I was worried before... That i had hurt you... that eating the apple to make me, destroyed you."

Nightmare keeps looking at him. Some suspicion in his feelings before he relaxes and smiles back. believing him. Why would Nightmare just believe Corrupt on his word-

Oh... of course...

Nightmare and Corrupt are both empaths. They can feel the other and feel that they are both honest. That they don't want to hurt each other.

That is what the trust is build upon. Something that was clear instantly from their first interaction.

After that Corrupt just helps Nightmare get clean as Ngihtmare uses the water to slwoly move his limbs.

Nightmare looks unhappy with the uneasy movement.

Corrupt chcukles "You were asleep for a long time Nightmare. It will take some time before you regain your full movement again."

Nightmare looks at him "Why... why did Drema shoot you?" he looks so confused "Your magic is like mine... why would he attack you?"

Corrupt stops and sighs "Your brother hates me. Because He thought I killed you."

Nightmare frowns as he looks up at him "But... you didn't... it was.. them... the villagers... not you..." he frowns "did you tell Dream that?"

Corrupt sighs "I tried to explain it to him a long time ago... He didn't beleive me."

Nightmare just looks sad as he leans heavily into his hold "He never believed me either."

Corrupt frowns "I am sorry."

Nightmare shrugs as he moves the dirty water around "I am used to it..."

Corrupt rubs his shoulders "People believe what you say here. I promise. They will listen to you."

Nightmare frowns before nodding "okay."

Corrupt nods before smiling "Ready to get dressed?"

Nightmare frowns at the sad pile of clothes "i guess?"

Corrupt shakes his skull and stands up "You are comfortable right? stable? No leanign to the side?"

Ngihtmare looks unsure but nods "I am okay... No one will get in?"

Corrupt nods "no one will bother you." Ngihtmare accepts it and Corrupt quickly goes ot his closet and reaches around. It doesn't take long before finding a soft sweater and some sweats. He returns to the bathroom and helps Ngihtmare dry off before helping him get dressed.

Clean and comfrotable safely in his arms.

Corrupt looks at Nightmare "ready to get some food?"

Nightmare looks at him before nodding "okay."

Corrupt leaves his room and goes towards the kitchen to meet up with one of his mates. Hopefully the others will like and accept Nightmare as easily as Corrupt did.

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Next Part.

[jxckyx3]

*  CHRISTMAS SPECIAL *

Hii! Decided to post a shot on here for a change. If y'all don't have/like Wattpad, and want me to do this more, I'll gladly obligate 😊

Ship: Nogla harem

Top(s): Tyler, Evan, Brian, Marcel & Jon

Bottom: Nogla

AU: Team 6

Setting: /

Type: Smut

Warning ⚠️: The chapter you're about to read contains swearing, degrading, sexual intercourse, use of sex toys, and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

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Tyler's pov-

[TUESDAY]

"Fuck, were late again." I cursed, glancing at the time as me and Nogla hopped into my car. He laughed at that, throwing his head back in pure delight.

"Heh- oopsie dasies!" He said with an innocent shrug, the both of us laughing at that.

"Hell, they're gonna give us absolute shit." I smiled, shaking my head as I started the car. Nogla hummed, nodding his head as he popped one of the peppermint sticks I had in the cup holder, into his mouth.

"Yup. This is what- te sixth time t'is month?" He asked, glancing over at me as he pulled his seatbelt on. I backed out of the driveway, eyeing the rearview mirror as I did so.

"Uh, about the sixth or seventh time, yeah." I nodded, drawing a wince from him. He then let out a long exhale, folding his legs as he leaned back into the chair.

"We're totally fucked." He muttered, causing me to burst out laughing.

I don't remember the exact day or time it started, but I knew it was just an ordinary hangout with the guys and I.

We had all moved to Las Angeles --despite a lot of us hating the city-- so that we could all be a little closer. Brock, Scotty and Anthony couldn't make it, having their own personal excuses as to why. Regardless, they still fly out and visit often.

Anyhow, I remember it was the weekend when all of us decided to get blasted and party all night. We were celebrating something, but I couldn't quite remember. We were already wasted at the time, and had decided to play some spin the bottle.

Not the 'makeout' or 'seven minutes in heaven' kind, but the truth or dare kind.

It had landed on me and Evan being the little shit he is, decided to ask me what my social security number was. I was drunk, but not drunk enough to give out shit like that.

We really had no strict rules to the game, seeing as how we had downed three whole bottles of vodka between the six of us. So, I was able to change my pick to dare.

And that's when Evan told me to kiss Nogla.

I didn't want to do it at the time, since I've never even thought about it, let alone thought about Nogla in any sexual way whatsoever.

However it was either that, or give Evan private information. And I wasn't gonna down another three shots for doing neither.

So I had manned up, and kissed him.

I remember it being pretty normal at first. Like any kiss I've ever had with any girl. But the longer we had kissed, the longer we kept going.

Before we even realized it, I was grinding on Nogla and he was moaning into my mouth.

And that's how it started. That's how we started to fuck.

I glanced over at him as we drove, his pretty green eyes fixed on his phone, his soft pink lips mumbling along to the song that was quietly playing on the radio.

Man he was hot. Maybe that's why we continued to hook up even after that night. Even after we were sober...

I might be falling a little.

I huffed, turning back to face the road. I mentally sighed in relief, seeing the familiar red and white sign of the diner.

"Ready to be cursed out?" I asked, shooting Nogla a grin. He chuckled lightly, throwing his seat belt off and pocketing his phone.

"Sorta 'ave ta get used to it by now." He said with a roll of his eyes. i groaned in agreement, knowing damn well he was right.

"Fucking preach, dude." I muttered, the both of us laughing as we shut the car doors. We walked through the small parking lot, making our way towards the building.

I flinched, feeling Nogla slip his hand into mine. I stared down at them, his fingers intertwining with mine. I couldn't help but smile, squeezing his back.

"Fuck it's cold." He commented, shrinking the space between us by moving closer as we walked. I'm sure he thought I didn't notice, but I did.

"Yeah. At least it hasn't snowed yet. The black ice would be hell out here in this traffic." I added, earning a humm of agreement from him.

We stepped up onto the curb, just about to head into the diner. I glanced to the side, quickly looking into the glass windows in the direction of where our usual spot was.

I chuckled, seeing Jon's face pressed against the glass, his glare almost hardly menacing with his cheeks, nose and lips squished into the window.

I gestured in his direction, earning Nogla's attention. He let out a loud laugh, his breath coming out in short puffs, much like how Evan laughs.

I smiled, shaking my head as I opened the door and pulled Nogla inside by his hand, wanting to get out of the cold already.

"Heyyyy, look who- hey, did you guys order without us?" I huffed, dropping my hands from their welcoming spread.

"Of fucking course we did. And don't 'oh hey' us. You guys are an hour late and you missed the morning cookie lady." Evan said, sounding more like a teasing child than an irritated adult. Nogla gasped lightly as I slid into the booth, pulling him in with me.

"The morning cookie lady's gone? But we didn't get free cookies!" He whined, looking all too sad as he took his jacket off. Brian rolled his eyes, pushing a small plate over with the tip of his finger.

"Don't worry, she didn't forget about ya." He said with a roll of his eyes. I chuckled as Nogla made a soft noise of excitement, immediately grabbing a cookie from the plate.

"Anyways, who even has sex this early in the morning? Aren't you guys like...not morning people?" Jon asked, crossing his arms as he leaned back into the cushion of the booth.

I shrugged, grabbing one of Nogla's cookies.

"Well, sex helps us wake up." I excused, looking at their annoyed faces of 'what the fuck'.

"And apparently it helps you think, breath and live too." Marcel muttered to himself as he slipped from his cup of coffee. I blew them a raspberry, rolling my eyes.

"You guys act as if this isn't your fault." I sighed, earning a scoff from Evan.

"I dared you to kiss him once. Once! Not to fuck him for the rest of the year!" He exclaimed, slapping his hand down on the table and causing the utensils to rattle.

I chuckled, knowing damn well that this was gonna last more than a year. It's been what, three months now?

"Oh don't worry. I'm sure this will keep going on for a long, long time. Much longer than a year." I said, smirking as I glanced over at Nogla. He let out a deep chuckle, nodding in agreement with a smile much like mine.

"Ugh, you guys are hopeless." Brian sighed, going back to eating his waffles. I grinned, feeling some sort of accomplishment that the conversation was now over.

"Uh, anyways, I need to pee. Be right back." Nogla said, standing up and dusting himself off before heading towards the bathrooms.

"Hey- what's so great about it anyway? Is it really that good, or are you two just horny?" Jon asked, gaining my attention.

Nevermind. I guess the conversation wasn't over.

"Uh, well... both I'd say." I answered him, waving my hand at the waiter across the room.

"Both?" Evan asked. He wanted elaboration.

I sighed, knowing damn well this might take a while.

"Uh, can I have a large pancake and hash browns on the side? And uh, two cups of orange juice too thanks." I said, smiling at the waiter. He hummed with a nod, giving me a friendly smile before heading off.

Though, I don't mind telling them the truth.

I glanced around, making sure there was nobody paying any mind to us before I spoke.

"He's. Fucking. Great. There is nobody I know, out of all the people I've had sex with before- and we're talking about both guys and girls here. There is nobody else, that can take it like David can." I started, earning a doubtful yet kind of curious look from Evan. I hummed, nodding in certainty.

"Yup- and not to brag or anything, but my dick is not small. It's rather large when I get hard-"

"How long?" Jon asked, a thoughtful look on his face.

"About seven and a half inches hard." I said, earning a wince as he cringed, muttering a soft 'damn'. I pursed my lips, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah. And he takes it all like no problem. And I know this is a bit stereotypical for people to say when talking about their sex partners, but Nogla can ride like there's no tomorrow. He always has perfect rythem, a perfect pace and the way he grinds is just so amazing." I said, groaning as I flopped back into the booth seats.

"Dude...I'm eating." Marcel huffed, glaring up at me. I chuckled, smirking as I glanced between the four of them.

"Hey...you guys should try it." I suggested, eager for their response.

"Try what?" Brian asked, seeming like we wasn't really paying attention as he cut into his food.

"Try having sex with Nogla." I said, causing Jon to choke on his coffee.

"Dude ya can't say shit like that!" He growled, setting his cup back down as Marcel started to half-ass clean the table of where the coffee had spilt.

"Well why not? It's only Nogla." I said, giving the waiter a quick 'thank you' as he set down a full plate of food and two cups of juice.

Marcel stared after the waiter, making sure he was out of earshot before speaking.

"Yeah, Nogla. Our friend. Our guy friend. Our guy friend that doesn't even know what sex position a spitroast is." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. I chuckled, taking a sip of my drink before speaking.

"We can teach him." I smirked, only earning sounds of disgust from all four of them. I laughed at, not getting how they don't see Nogla how I do.

"Come on! What's so wrong about sex with him? The way I see it, you get free sex, it's safe, you don't have to go and find some random ass stranger at a bar, and you can have it whenever you want as long as he wants it too." I said, rolling my eyes at their overthinking.

Sex was a natural part of life, I don't see as to why they were getting so confused and disgusted over it.

"You're shameless." Jon chuckled, shaking his head as he smiled at me. I shrugged, completely agreeing with the statement.

"True. But c'mon, you can't say you haven't looked at him and wondered what he looks like naked. Let me save you the trouble, he looks sexy as fuck." I snickered, loving how Marcel pushed his plate away from himself over losing his appetite and how Brian made overdramatic gagging noises.

"I'm back! There was a long ass line in t'ere. Supposedly a guy had a bad break up and is hiding from his over obsessive girlfriend in t'ere." Nogla informed as he skipped back to us, sliding in next to me.

"Oh! Ye got us food!" He said happily, already digging into the pancakes. I chuckled, throwing an arm over his shoulder and pulling him closer.

I smirked over at the guys, their expressions unreadable as they stared at us.

_

The rest of the afternoon we basically just ate and wandered around the local mall. The guys hadn't really spoke much other than Nogla, who was the only one who really started any conversation.

I think what I had said to the guys confused them. Maybe it intrigued them a bit, who knows?

They were pretty quiet, keeping to themselves mostly as Nogla and I did all the talking, really.

When it was time to go back home, I had to take Nogla home, seeing as how I was his ride.

We were all in the parking lot, the guys about to get in their cars and leave. Before they could do that, I stopped them.

"Hey! Remember what I said. Just think about it." I said, smirking at them before I was in the car and driving off.

I looked in the review mirror, chuckling as they stood there, frozen.

"What was t'at about?" Nogla asked, glancing over at me. I smiled, shaking my head as I turned up the radio a bit.

"Nothin'. Just don't be surprised if you get a few calls over the next couple of days." I suggested, ignoring his look of confusion.

Evan's pov-

[WENDSDAY]

I bit my nails nervously, sitting on the couch and waiting for the knock at the door.

I hate to say it, but I had taken Tyler's words into consideration. I thought about what he said about Nogla, of we had ever imagined him naked.

To be completely honest, I have. More times that I'd like to admit. He just always wears such baggy clothes and thick, puffy jackets!

It was definitely more of a curiosity thought than a sexual thought. I've never seen Nogla in that way but...Tyler says it's great.

I know it might be stupid to go off of someone else's word, but I was genuinely curious. Not to mention that I hadn't had real sex in over months.

Masturbating sucks, one night stands are too risky considering people recognize me everywhere I go, and I don't like the idea of fucking someone I don't even know.

I might be desperate. I might be naive. But I'm a man and have needs just like any other.

I flinched, hearing three gentle knocks. I immediately sprung up, swinging the door open.

"Hi Evan!" He greeted cheerfully, walking in with a smile as I move aside to let him in.

I had texted Nogla about this earlier. How Tyler said reaching out to him for sex was crazy but I'd like to try it anyways.

Surprisingly, he said it was fine and that he'd be down for anything. I dunno what it was, but now that Nogla was actually here and sitting down on the couch waiting for me, I was suddenly anxious.

I closed the door and sat down next to him, averting my gaze to anywhere but his face.

"Hey, ye okay?" He asked, catching my attention.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, just...just a bit nervous." I admitted, finally having the balls to meet his eyes. He smiled up at me, rubbing my arm.

"We don't have ta do t'is if ye don't wanna. Tyler's not forcing it, y'know?" He reassured me, keeping on that same friendly smile. I hummed, nodding in understanding.

I knew Tyler wasn't forcing me. I was forcing myself. I hadn't had sex in the longest time and I needed it badly. Even if that meant fucking one of my closest friends.

"Here, we'll start simple if ye want. Just treat me like how ye'd treat any other sex partners ye ever had." He said, lifting my chin before pressing his lips against mine.

I froze, feeling my eyes widen at the contact.

Nogla pressed forward gently, my body instinctively leaning back a bit. Despite that though, Nogla didn't take any offense or move back out of hurt.

This was new. This was definitely new.

His lips were so soft and pillowy, moving gracefully against my own. His eyes were closed and now I could get a close up of how long his lashes really were.

In spite of his actions throwing me off guard, I liked it. He was good at kissing and the way his hands slid up and played with my hair felt nice. I hadn't kissed anyone in so long, so it was definitely a bit unfamiliar. Plus, I've never kissed a man before.

I closed my eyes, leaning back into the touch and kissing him back. I hesitantly moved my hand to his knee, only sliding up as far to his thigh.

I didn't know the limits and seeing as how Tyler and him never talk about their sex life just until recently, I didn't know what Nogla liked or preferred.

Of course, this was complete consensual sex between two friends, but I couldn't help but to worry about how much I'm allowed to do.

I frowned, almost getting irritated as Nogla pulled back from the kiss. But that slight anger was soon washed away when I saw his face.

We hadn't used tongue, yet, his mouth was damp and his lips were puffy. His cheeks were slightly red from lack of air, and his eyes already looked aroused.

Fuck, and we didn't even do much yet...

"Are ye okay?" He asked, making sure I was still fine with it all. I stared at him for a few seconds, licking my lips in thought. I caught a slight taste of his coconut chapstick, biting my lip for another taste.

"Yeah. I'm great." I said, smiling at him. He returned the gesture, but before I could say any more, he took off his jacket and got on his knees.

"Woah, what are you doing?" I asked, frowning down at him in shock and confusion. He unzipped my pants before setting his hands on my knees.

"Well we gotta get ye hard somehow. Kissin' me isn't gonna do much, especially since you're asexual." He said, running his hands up my chest and softly pushing me back to lean against the cushions.

"Just t'ink of this as a really attractive girl doin' t'is if it helps ya." He said, lifting the bottom of my shirt up and pressing kisses to my navel.

I winced, tensing up as he placed soft pecks and drew tiny circles with his thumbs. The thing is, this was probably the least sexual encounter I've ever had, and frankly I think that's what he was going for.

He slowly slid his head down closer to my crotch, his hands feeling up my abs and palming my chest muscles.

I watched as he stopped at my groin, looking up at me with uncertain eyes.

"Are ye sure you're fine wit' this? We can back out at any time." He said, still making sure i still wanted to do this.

And though I loved how gentle and caring he was being, I just wanted to fuck his throat.

"Yeah I'm good, I'm good. Go ahead." I nodded, spreading my legs a bit more to give him better access.

He gave me a soft smile before looking down and going back to work. He pulled the flaps of my jeans back, pulling them and my boxers down to the middle of my thighs.

I pursed my lips, wondering how he could just grab my dick without a second of thought. He didn't even look bothered by the fact that I was already starting to get hard.

I'm asexual, yet...he managed to get me hard unintentionally. That says a lot.

I winced as he pressed tiny kisses to my shaft, making sure to land directly on any visible vein where it was the most sensitive. His hand carefully held my cock in place, his lips moving to kiss the tip.

I squeezed the couch cushions as he opened his mouth, his breath hot on my skin. I watched in disbelief as he stuck his tongue out, slowly swirling it around my tip.

"Wow you just...you just go for it, don't you." I chuckled. His lips upturned in a smile, his green eyes snapping up to meet mine before he slowly lowered himself onto my dick.

I gritted my teeth, glaring down at him as he kept going, his lips sliding all the way down to my base.

How he managed to do that without gagging, I'll probably never know because I'm never gonna ask. However it felt good regardless, the wetness of his mouth sending chills up my back.

"Oh fuck-" I groaned, instinctively throwing my hand into his hair. I tried to grip loosely but he was already moving up and down, sliding his tongue along the bottom of my shaft.

I let out a low moan, dropping my head back into the couch. I blinked up at the ceiling, imagining a hot girl like how he said. Though to be honest, I didn't really have an ideal look of a girl in my mind. I didn't really have a type, so sitting here just getting sucked off without an image felt weird.

I pondered for a bit, listening to the wet sounds of his mouth.

Hmm.

I glanced down, staring as his face. To be honest, if I had to think of a girl, she would have to look like Nogla. Despite him being a guy, Tyler was right about a lot of things.

One, Nogla was good. Two, he was pretty and three, he does take it easily. Just like Tyler's, my dick wasn't small and Nogla had taken it to the back of his throat like nothing.

I watched his lips slid up and down, spit leaking down my cock and running into his hand.

I suddenly winced loudly, feeling an ache burn in my gut.

"Fuck- pull off." I growled, yanking his head back with more aggression than intended. He blinked up at me confused eyes, his eyes frowning in worry.

"Why? Ye wanna stop?" He asked, sounding concerned. I quickly shook my head, leaning down and grabbing his arms.

He gave me a look of confusion, eyeing me curiously as I stood him up and set him on the couch.

"Evan what-"

I cut him off with a kiss, pushing his back into the couch. He hummed in surprise, my hands sliding up his shirt and feeling around his chest.

He panted into my mouth as I set pressure on his chest, resting my thumbs on his nipples. I pulled away from him, tugging his pants down and throwing them to the side.

Nogla giggled as I spread his legs apart, setting them down on my thighs. I frowned, staring at the white ball like object on his entrance.

I glanced up at him, giving him a questioning look. He laughed at my reaction, reaching down and tugging on it.

"It's a buttplug. I stretched myself out before coming so t'at ye didn't have ta do it." He explained, tugging harder till another ball popped out.

He slowly pulled on it, a long, thin shaft coming out as well. And if that wasn't the hottest thing ever, I didn't know what was.

"Got any lube?" I asked, keeping my gaze down on his pulsing pink hole.

"Uhhh..." He muttered, earning my attention. I looked up at him, watching him smile nervously.

"Spit?" He questioned, shrugging at me. I laughed, shaking my head at him.

"Of course." I muttered, leaning down and spitting down on his hole. I watched it twitch at the feeling, leaving one more ball of spit before I aligned myself.

I was already wet from the blow job he gave me earlier, so I didn't need to use any more saliva.

I glanced up at Nogla, silently asking if he was ready. He returned the same look, almost as if he was asking if I was ready. I grinned, crawling over him and pressing my lips to his as I pushed in.

He tensed at the feeling, throwing his hands to my shoulders to grip tightly. I kissed him slowly, pushing in to my base.

I let out a long sigh of relief, the sound getting caught in between our mouths.

"Good?" I asked, keeping the words simple so that I did stutter on my breath. Nogla swallowed a ball of spit, taking a deep breath before nodding his head with his eyes closed.

I licked my lips, starting a slow pace. He gasped at the movement, already arching up into me as I repeated the motion.

I moaned, hanging my head down as I pushed in and out. His body felt so warm and so tight, despite the fact that he had had a butt plug before hand, and despite the fact that Tyler fucked him like- almost every day or some shit.

"Ahh, Evan~" He mewled, his eyes opening. I looked down at him, breathless. His eyes were slightly watering, looking so pretty as his lashes fluttered. His pretty lips were parted, shallow breaths and soft moans slipping free every now and then.

God Tyler was right. He was so right.

Was I gonna tell him that? No, because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Ugh, you're so tight-" I growled, snapping my hips in harshly. He yelped at that, gripping my arms tightly.

I sped up a bit, staying at an average pace. I shifted my knees a bit, getting a better position on the couch before reaching my hands down.

I ran them down Nogla's body, feeling around his waist and hips. I slid back to his chest, lightly grazing my nails past his nipples. He bit his lip, pushing up into the touch.

Sensitive nipples.

I ran my hands around his pecks, slowly massaging the skin around his nipples. He looked up at me, eyes lidded from the tears.

He knew I was teasing, though from the way he moaned my name made me think he loved it anyways.

"God, you're so pretty." I huffed, panting as I ran my hands back down to his mid section. Like how I expected, he was slim, having been hiding everything under his clothes.

I kept my pace the same when pulling out, but each time I thrusted in, I added aggression, snapping inwards before slowly drawing out. I could tell that Nogla loved the pace, already finding the rythem and pushing back into each thrust.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh- holy shit!" He squeaked, clamping around me and cumming all over his chest. I groaned at the sudden tightening, closing my eyes and releasing into him.

He had already gotten me close from earlier, hence why I pulled out of his mouth before cumming.

I panted heavily, wiping the mild sweat from my forehead. I looked down at Nogla, who's chest was rising and falling quickly as he ran his hands through his hair.

He then looked up at me, catching my gaze. We stared at eachother for a few seconds before we both laughed, holding each other in a lazy hug.

"Well that just happened..." I said, earning a hum of agreement. We panted for a few more seconds, the both of us not saying a word.

"Wanna go again?" I asked, lifting myself off of him and looking down. He chuckled, lifting his arm to my neck.

"Ye don't have ta ask me twice." He said, the both of us laughing as we pulled in for another kiss.

Jon's pov -

[THURSDAY]

"Do ya want some tea or something?" I asked, pouring the hot liquid into one of the cups.

"Uh, yeah. That'd be nice." He called from the living room. I hummed to myself, lightly slapping my face to get rid of the thoughts swarming my head.

No Jon, you're not gonna attack him and fuck him on the floor.

I poured another cup, making sure the heat in the mugs didn't spread to the handles before making my way back to the living room.

"So I heard you and Evan did it yesterday." I said, mentally cursing myself at the choice of topic. Nogla hummed, nodding his head as he grabbed the mug.

"Thanks! Uh, yeah no- we did. It was actually easier ta get him hard than I thought." He said, not seeming to be bothered on how I basically called him a slut.

"Oh, cause the asexual thing and all. I honestly forgot about that." I admitted, blowing away the steam from my cup as I sat next to him on the couch.

He hummed, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah. All I had ta do was kiss him. He was already halfway hard before I sucked 'em off too. Quite impressive if ye ask me." He said, chuckling to himself as he sipped on the coffee.

I froze, resting my lips against the edge of the glass.

He sucked him off. How would that look? Did Nogla look good sucking dick? Fuck, I should've asked Evan when we were talking.

Well, he probably did look good. His pretty pink lips, mouth full of cock and big beautiful eyes looking up innocently-

"Hey, I really need ta piss. Can I use your bathroom real quick?" Nogla asked, setting his cup down. I hummed in response, watching as he gave me a quick smile before running off down the hall. I sighed, setting my cup down on the table.

God, what am I doing? I could have any girl or guy in the fucking world and here I am, about to fuck one of my best friends.

Was it curiosity? Was it desperation for some kind of affection? Or was it simply just lust? Hell if I knew.

When Evan texted me that he had had sex with Nogla, I was shocked. Out of all the guys, he's the least one I'd expect to contact Nogla the day after Tyler ranted to us.

And coming from someone I know that barely has any sex, he said it was the best sexual encounter he's ever had. And that says a lot coming from a guy who's picky with every person he even so much as hugs or holds hands with.

Of course, he convinced me to text Nogla as well. Hell, even if he didn't, I probably wouldn't texted Nogla all on my own.

Tyler's words had stuck with me, and though I'd hate to tell him he was right about our curiosity, he was right about my curiosity. However, I wasn't gonna tell him that I texted Nogla. Like fuck I'd have him win this argument.

He was more than right though. I had already known that Nogla was...more on the feminine than the masculine side physically. Sometimes even mentally or literally.

He had the hips, the waist, the ass- God his ass. It's so perfect.

I cursed silently, taking a large chug from my cup and not even letting the pain from the heat bother me.

I set my cup down, shaking my head quickly as if I was scrambling my thoughts around. They needed to go. I couldn't just jump the fucker like how I wanted.

I stood up, taking large deep breaths as I paced the small area in front of my couch. I sighed, glancing down at my watch.

Nogla's only been gone for a minute, yet it feels like ten. I stared down at his cup of tea on the table for a few seconds, staring down at my own reflection.

"Fuck it." I spat, making my way towards the hall. I started to pull my shirt off as I walked, throwing it randomly before moving my hands to my belt.

I heard the sounds of the sink getting turned off before his footsteps were nearing the door. I watched anxiously as the door opened, Nogla only having a split second to look up at me before I grabbed his arms and slammed him against the wall.

"Ah! Jon-" I cut him off as I pressed my lips to his, pinning his hands above his head. He hummed in surprise, wiggling his arms in my grip.

I pulled off, immediately moving my mouth to his neck. His breath hitched, his head tilting upwards as I mouthed along his neck just under his jawline.

"Fuck Jon, ye could've told me ye were t'is impatient." He huffed, gasping as I bit into the crook of his neck. I sucked on the spot lightly, lavishing it with my tongue through my teeth.

I slid away, making more marks on any bare skin seen. Nogla was panting and grunting softly, his hands still trying to pull out of my grasp.

I pulled it away, letting him go. He looked up at me and stared for a few seconds before he jumped up and wrapped his legs around my waist.

I wobbled at the impact, the both of us falling to the ground. I chuckled, grabbing Nogla's hips and flipping us so that I was on top.

He giggled as I ran my hands down his frame, slowly mapping out each and every curve and sharp edge.

"God you're so hot." I muttered, sliding his shirt up slowly and eyeing every visible area there was.

"I could say the same 'bout you." He said, lifting his hands and running them along my shoulders and down to my chest. I chuckled at that, leaning down and placing more kisses onto his neck.

He moaned breathlessly, closing his eyes and spreading his legs wider for me. I slid my hands down to his pants, slowly tugging them off. I groan at the sight of his already erect member, leaking from the slit.

"Holy shit, you are a horny mother fucker." I muttered. The statement wasn't towards Nogla, but to myself instead. Just seeing him in this new light had me wanting more of it already.

I knew the guy for more than six years, and all I wanted to do right now was rip him apart from the inside out.

I sat up a bit, looking down at his little entrance. Like hell my whole dick was gonna fit in there.

I then flinched as Nogla grabbed my hand, not giving any sort of explanation until he started to suck on my fingers. I frowned, staring in awe as he looked up at me.

It didn't help that I was still in my pants and just watching him work with his mouth got me harder by the second. His mouth felt so hot and the harsh sucking made my hand tingle.

Nogla pulled away with a trail of saliva from his mouth to my fingers, smiling at me before glancing down.

I got the hint, using my now spit coated hand to stretch him out. I pushed the first two in easily, earning a long exhale from Nogla. I started slowly thrusting them in and out, watching as he knitted his brows and fluttered his lashes shut.

I couldn't wait, I could not wait any longer. The wait was killing me, and all I wanted was to be in him by now.

With my free hand I pulled my cock out, hoping to release at least a little bit of the tension. Nogla caught my movement, glancing down before he stiffened.

"Put it in." He said. I frowned, narrowing my eyes at him in a way of asking if he was sure.

"Really? But I just started stretching y-"

"Now Jonny, I need it now..." He begged, slinging his arms around my neck and looking up at me with pleading eyes.

I had never seen Nogla be so vulnerable, and frankly, if I'm being honest, I absolutely fucking loved it.

"Hold your breath baby." I muttered, aligning myself before thrusting in sharply. Nogla jolted, letting out a high pitched sort of whimper. I chuckled at the sound, finding it incredibly adorable.

I sighed, spreading my knees apart a bit as I set my hands on the hard wood floor. I wanted to wait, to let him adjust a bit. But the way he was clenching tightly and grinding into me had me breathless.

God, Tyler was such a lucky bastard.

"David, you need to stop. I-i can't wait if you keep doing tha-"

"Fuck me! Just fuck me Jonny!" He moaned, grunting as he tried to push further into me.

Ugh...I love the way he's saying my name.

I pulled out, starting a quick pace of thrusting in and out. Nogla yelped, gripping my shoulders tightly as I sped up.

Though I was fucking him pretty fast, I didn't want to necessarily hurt him. My thrusts were soft, only pushing in to an inch above my base before repeating the action.

Fuck he was so tight.

I groaned loudly, moving my hands to his thighs. I ran my nails across his soft skin, groping at the flesh roughly. I slid them down to his ass, loving how nice it felt.

I slowed down just a bit, trying to keep the same rythem as I thrusted into him. He was squeezing tightly, and it was almost too hard to keep pulling out let alone push back in.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" He cursed, cutting himself off with a loud moan. I chuckled, watching as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

His face was so beautiful, lewd and lustfull. His eyes were tearing up and the wetness just made the green of his eyes glare up at me.

I slid my hands back up to his thighs, holding them tightly as I kept pumping into him. His hands dropped from my neck, moving above his head. His nails scratched at the wood, not being able to grab a hold of anything to ground himself.

I laughed at his useless attempt, leaning down to kiss his lips. His moans escaped into my mouth, his hips continuing their movements of grinding up into me.

I cursed, needing to grip something as well if I was gonna be able to restrain myself from hurting him. I reached my hands up, catching his in mine. I intertwined our fingers, his hands squeezing mine back.

"Shit- I don't think I can last long." I warned, looking into his eyes. He mewled, nodding his head up at me.

"Ah- I- I don't t'ink I can- ah! Either!" He said, blinking up at me with teary eyes and a flushed face. I grit my teeth, keeping myself from downright calling him a whore. Because that's what he looked like. A pretty little whore.

"Ahh! Oh my god Jon, oh my god Jon!" He shouted, his voice broken. I licked my lips, shaking my head in disbelief at what he could do to me before I tucked my head into his neck again.

"Cum for me David. Cum all over yourself like the little fucking slut you are." I growled into his jaw, slamming my hips into his. He moaned with each hit to his prostate, cumming all over us on the third and final thrust.

He clenched tightly, triggering my own orgasm.

I panted heavily, pressing small kisses on the newer bit marks I left on his neck.

"Fuck man, you're really seductive... wow, I never thought I'd say that...ever." I said, causing Nogla to laugh at that.

"That's what Tyler said after te first few times we had sex." He said, making me laugh at the mental image that came to mind of Tyler in total shock at saying those words.

"Hey, wanna watch a movie?" I asked, looking down as he messed with the loose strands of hair in my face.

"Sure...after round two tat is." He said, grinning up at me. I smirked, already loving this new side of him.

Marcel's pov-

[FRIDAY]

I stared down at the previous texts we had not too long ago. Two hours ago to be exact. I'm not gonna lie, I had texted Nogla without a second thought. It was a spur in the moment thing and I didn't even realize I asked him to have sex with me until he had texted back.

Marcel - hey would you be down to come over and fuck?

David - seriously? I mean, sure why not 😂

David - I'll be there in an hour or two

I cringed, staring down at my request.

God, could I have been any more of a dick? It's fucked up as it was to ask a friend to come over just to have sex. I didn't want to seem like I was using him. Did he see it like that? Or did he see it as us hanging out?

Him and Tyler did say sex was a normal activity between the two of them. Was this a normal activity between me and Nogla?

I flinched, hearing knocking at the door. I immediately sprang up, making my way over to open it.

"Hey David." I greeted nervously, smiling down at him. He stared at me for a few seconds before laughing, reaching up to ruffle my hair.

"Marcel, ye don't have ta be so awkward wit' me. Sex is natural, remember?" He said, rolling his eyes at my stupidity before letting himself in. I mentally sighed in relief, thanking the lords that he didn't see it as me taking advantage of him. 

That's the last thing I wanted to do.

"I'm gonna raid your fridge fer soda!" I heard him call, before be was setting his jacket down and booking it for the kitchen. I laughed loudly, glad that he was acting totally normal like he usually does despite the fact that we were gonna fuck soon.

"Not the Sprite! Those are mine!" I called after him with a laugh, closing the door with a roll of my eyes as I heard his goofy laugh of mischief.

Of course, he still acts like a literal child when we're about to do something so intimate.

I stretched my arms over my head as he came in with a can of Root beer, already sipping from the small can.

"Hey uh...I was gonna take a bath before I asked you to come over soo..." I started, trailing off as he looked up at me.

"Oh, ye want me to wait?" He asked, taking another sip from his can. I chuckled lightly, shaking my head at him.

God he's so oblivious.

"No, I was actually gonna ask if you wanna take it with me." I said, trying my very best to hide my inner self that just wanted to hide away in a hole and die. No way I could be this confident if it was anyone else.

Luckily, I've learned to deal with Nogla over the past few years of my life.

He froze, staring at me with wide eyes and a flushed face. We stood there for god knows how long, just keeping eye contact with eachother.

"Sooo..." I said, tucking my hands in my pockets. Nogla blinked a few more times before he snapped back into reality.

"Uh yeah...s-sure." he mumbled, setting his can down on the coffee table. I smiled, glad that he was the one that didn't know how to hide his blush and fluster.

"Great. Come with me." I said, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs. I didn't look back to see his reaction as I dragged him with me. Reason being I was too occupied trying to hide my own blush.

I had never seen Nogla naked, not even when going to the beach. He always wore a Tshirt whenever we went. So the fact that I was about to be naked with him was nerve wracking.

I lead us up the stairs and down the hall, the both of us silent the whole way to the bathroom.

"Oh wait- I don't have clothes." He suddenly said, frowning as if he was thinking.

"Oh you could just wear some of mine." I offered him, turning the light on and turning the water on in the tub.

"Okay, t'at works." He muttered bashfully, taking his shirt off. I froze, watching as he pulled the thin fabric over his head.

I stared at his body, darting my eyes around every area. His skin was all pale, his waist slim and his hips wide.

I turned away from him, taking my shirt off as well. I moved to pull down my sweats, staring down at my hands before moving to pull my pants down with my boxers.

I dropped them to the floor, glancing back to see Nogla pull his pants down. I snapped my head away, stepping into the tub and sitting down.

I sighed, the warm water surrounding the lower half of my body. I reached over and turned the knob off, not wanting to overflow the bath.

I looked over to Nogla, trying my best to not eye him up and down as I offered a hand to him. He reached over, taking my hand as I helped him in.

I kept my eyes on our hands, feeling my face heat up as his back came close to my face. I sat him down in front of me, a small sigh escaping his lips as I pulled him into my lap.

"So uh... how've you been?" I asked, cupping my hands together in the water and bringing it above Nogla's head. He chuckled lightly, obviously aware of how awkward I was being.

"I've been good. It's only been a few days since we hung out. But I've been fine." He said, shivering as I ran my hands down his back, spreading water on his skin.

His shoulders were staring to flush a slight red from the steam and the heat of the water, the color slowly creeping down his back and up his neck.

I noticed the dark bruises and bite marks on his neck and shoulders, trailing my fingers around each and every mark.

"Do these hurt?" I asked, pressing on them lightly. Nogla hummed, shaking his head in response. I nodded to myself, humming before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to one of the bigger ones just between his ear and jaw.

I felt him shudder at the action, moving my hands to wrap around his body and pull him closer to me. I pressed his back against my chest, leaning forward to place more kisses on his shoulder.

I ran my hands up his arms, trailing my hands aling his soft skin lightly. Goosebumps spread under every touch of my hands, Nogla's breath stuttering as my lips got closer to his ear.

"Honestly, fuck the bedroom. I wanna do you right here, right now." I muttered into his ear, lowering my hands down to his navel.

He nodded in agreement, gasping as I teased my hands around his navel. I slid my index finger down below his belly button, slowly getting lower until I felt his erection.

I smirked, grazing my fingers along his shaft. Nogla whined, arching his back a bit as he tried to press into me. The small action caused his lower back to press against my boner, trapping it between our bodies.

I groaned into his shoulder, preventing myself from biting into it and creating more marks.

"Fuck Nogla-" I bit my lip to cut myself off, not wanting to call him any degrading names. Or at least not right off the bat.

"Marcel, I- I need it now." He pleaded, grinding back into me. I held my breath, holding in any groans that threatened to come out.

I ignored his plead, wrapping my hand around his cock and slowly stroking it up and down. He let out another stuttered breath, leaning his head back against my shoulder.

"M-marcel!" He whined, glaring up at me. I chuckled pressing my mouth to his ear.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop being a dick." I said, loving the way he shivered when I whispered into his ear.

I sat him up, leaning him forward so that he was on his knees and his hands were on the edge of the tub.

To be honest, I've never fucked in doggy style, since I've always ever done it with girls and they usually prefer missionary.

Our skin was already wet, so I didn't bother in trying to use spit. I slid a finger into his hole, earning a gasp of surprise.

"No- Marcel, just push in." He said, his shoulder blades shifting as he moved his arms into a better position. I frowned, looking up at him regardless that he couldn't see me.

"Are you sure? You don't want to prep? Not even a little?" I asked, making sure he was aware of what he was asking for. He nodded his head, letting out a deep breath before humming in certain.

I raised my brows, shrugging my shoulders. I held his hip in place with one hand, using my other to guide my dick. I pressed my tip against his hole, slowly adding pressure. I didn't push in yet, waiting to see his response first.

He didn't move, nor make a sound, so I slowly started to push in all the way. Only when I was halfway in did he let out a small keen, spreading his legs a little more so that his knees were pressed against the walls of the tub.

I waited a few seconds, making sure he was fine before I pushed in to my base. I didn't wait for him to adjust, seeing as how he was already pushing back on me. I started a slow thrust, aiming for the spot that made him moan each time.

I rested my hands on his hips, pulling him back with each thrust. He was panting like a dog, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the tub.

Though we had just started, my knees were starting to hurt from the hard tub floor, and I'm sure Nogla's did too. I slowly came to a stop, running my hand down Nogla's thigh.

"Marcel, move!" He whined, sounding like an actual toddler. I chuckled at the words of annoyance and need, leaning down to whisper into his ear.

"Wanna go for a sleigh ride?" I asked, watching his lashes flutter at the words.

"God, please just keep fucking me." He begged, pushing himself up. I laughed, as I helped turn him around. I pulled him back into my lap with him now facing me, our chests touching and out thighs connected.

"Now, where were we?" I asked, grinning as he laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Shut up and let me ride you." He muttered before grabbing my face and pressing his lips into mine. I was surprised by the sudden action, but kissed back anyways. The both of us let out our own sounds as he lowered himself back onto my dick, his hole pulsing around me.

He rotated his hips a bit before he slowly moved up and down. I exhaled into his mouth, running my hands up to his jaw and pulling him off of my mouth.

His eyes were fixed on mine, his mouth left open as he panted and moaned. I felt his hands snag into my hair, his small fingers combing through the short curls.

I trailed my thumb across his bottom lip, his pink tongue flicking out to tease me. I grinned, biting my lip as I cupped his face.

"You're so gorgeous." I muttered, watching as the compliment made him melt. He slightly sped up his bounces, tightening his grip in my hair.

Tyler was right, he really does know how to ride.

I could feel the clenching in his hole, and the way his hips were stuttering with each bounce. He was close.

"You can cum now. Don't worry." I said, moving my other hand to wrap around his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut, his moans heightening in pitch before he came into my hand.

The water sloshed around as he shook in bliss, his eyes not being able to say neither open nor closed, fluttering like there was something stuck in his eyes. I felt my stomach burn, just seeing his orgasming form peeking me edge.

I came inside of him with a low moan, his body still clenching around me repeatedly.

"Now we really need a bath." I muttered, noticing the cum splatter that managed to shoot onto Nogla's lower stomach. He laughed at that, nodding in agreement.

Brian's pov-

[SATURDAY]

"We don't have ta do this Brian-"

"I know, I know, just...give me a little more time." I said to him, turning away before I started to pace again.

Sex. I dunno how Tyler convinced me to have sex with my best friend. How I convinced myself to have sex with my best friend. We've know eachother for years. I've never seen him that way in my eyes.

He's always been the clumsy, idiotic friend that does and says whatever he wants whenever he wants, not really thinking twice about what he himself is even talking about.

This was Nogla. Nogla, were talking about. And I'm about to have sex with him!

Of course, I had called him over, I was the one that dragged him into my room and I'm currently the one who's stalling and over thinking this all. We've been here in my room for a good ten minutes now, and I haven't done a single thing to get us both going.

Of course, Nogla hadn't either. But I think that's just because he's worried that if I actually want this or not. I did. I did want this. But now that he was here, in my house, in my room, on my bed, I couldn't bring myself to even look at him.

To be honest, I'm kind of annoyed that he's not making the first move. I know he's being careful and wants to make sure I actually want this, but I'd rather have him just do something to get my head out of the gutter.

"Well, take all the time ye need. I'm getting undressed though." He said. I hummed in response, nodding my head as I continued to pace around the room.

I heard the sound of his clothes ruffling, before the sound of them being dropped to the floor. I felt my eye twitch, a hinge of curiosity telling me to look.

I glanced over towards the bed, stoping to a halt in my steps as I saw Nogla.

He was sitting down with his legs crossed, his eyes wandering off over to my computer where I still had my work schedule listed up.

Like he said, he didn't pay any mind to me, just reading whatever was written down in the screen. However, my eyes were drawn to what the hell he had on.

There was red ribbons on his arms and legs, some of them being wrapped around his chest and stomach. There was a few bows placed on his arms and thighs, where green fishnet gloves and thigh highs were. One ribbon was even tied into a bow on his neck.

Not only that, but he had a garter belt that was wrapped around his waist, two straps connected to the tops of his fishnets. His gloves were long as well, stopping at his elbows. His undergarments were green, small and lacy, much like his fishnets.

There was definitely a Christmas theme here.

"What te hell are you wearing?" I asked, drawing out the sentence slowly, as I was still in a bit of shock of what I was seeing. Nogla looked over to me, humming in confusion before looking down.

"Oh! Tyler said t'at if ye ever asked me ta fuck, I'd probably have ta wear something slutty so t'at ye didn't have any second thoughts or change yer mind last second." He explained, giving me a soft smile.

I stared at him in disbelief, confused as to why he didn't take his clothes off in the beginning if I was already pacing in nervousness.

I sighed, moving over towards him and flopping down on the bed.

"Well he's right. It worked a bit." I admitted, staring up at the ceiling with a flushed face. Nogla laughed at that, flopping down next to me in the same manner.

"So...ye ready?" He asked, turning his head to look at me. I thought for a few more seconds thinking over my options.

One, I could just cancel this whole thing and not do it. But that would mean that Nogla had to leave and to be honest I didn't want him to leave yet. Also, he might get offended and I didn't want that.

Two, I could postpone it and have him leave. I could take a raincheck and we could fuck some other day when I was really feeling horny. A little alcohol would probably help too.

Or three, I could just man up and fuck him right now. It would be done and out of the way and I wouldn't have to bother myself about it. Plus, best friend or not, it was sex and I haven't gotten laid in over a year.

I sighed, tutting my tongue for a few seconds before I turned my head to look at Nogla. We stared into each other's eyes, the both of us completely silent.

I stared at his skin that started to darken the more I stared at him, hinting that he was obviously getting nervous under my still gaze.

"Yeah...let's do this...you make te first move though. I dunno if I'm capable." I said, trying to not avert my gaze from him. He chuckled at that, sitting up on his knees.

"Sure." He said, giving me a soft smile. Before I could even say or think anything else, he sat on my chest with his back facing me. I didn't even have time to ask, feeling his hands push down my basketball shorts along with my boxers. I flinched upon feeling him grab my dick into his hands, his head leaning down.

"Ah! Oh fuck- okay, okay-" I exclaimed, feeling his mouth close around my dick. I breathed heavily, trying to even and slow my breathing.

God this is real, this isn't some dream or some shit. My best friend is really sucking me off. My best friend is really sitting on my chest. My best friend is really, practically half naked on my chest, sucking me off...

"Oh fuck- do t'at again...haa." I huffed, moving my hands to rest them on his back as he continued to graze his teeth along my shaft like I asked. I frowned, panting heavily as I watched his shoulder blades move with each bob of his head every time he leaned down.

I ran my hands up his back, feeling the bones in his back. I blinked in interest, slowly sliding my thumb down Nogla's spine from the top to bottom. I kept moving down to his tail bone, curiously sliding my hand down to his ass and squeezed. I flinched, feeling him moan around my dick.

I did it again, wanting to feel the vibration on my cock. I fondled with his ass, scratching and squeezing at the delicate skin continuously. I then stopped, staring at his underwear before I hesitantly moved it aside.

I cursed under my breath, blinking up at the transparent ball that rested on his entrance. I slightly tugged on it, earning a --much more feminine than the last-- moan on my crotch. The toy was in there deep, it almost felt stuck.

I held in a groan as he continued to suck more harshly now, pushing the feeling away to tug on the toy, this time more confidently. It popped out with slick noise, lube coated all over the thick toy.

"Mwah!" Nogla moaned, pulling off my dick to do so. I froze in shock, listening to him pant for a bit before he leaned back down an resumed his actions. I groaned, tossing the toy aside and resting my head back into the pillows, subconsciously bucking up into his mouth.

God he was great at this.

I looked back to his entrance, spreading his ass apart with my hands to get a better look. I stared at it, licking my lips as I thought about it. I leaned forward, pressing kisses to his ass, close to his hole. I could feel Nogla tense on my body, rocking himself on top of me. I only then realized he was trying to give himself some friction by grinding his dick on my chest.

I chuckled at that, lifting my hand and bringing it down roughly with a loud slap. Nogla jolted, pulling off to glare back at me. I only laughed again, rubbing the pink handprint.

"Okay, okay. Ye got my attention. Now get off of me." I said, slightly pushing his thighs up. He huffed, rolling his eyes before moving his legs and plopping down inti a sitting position next to me. I pulled myself up, staring down at my dick.

It was fully erect, something I haven't seen in a while.

"Wow...ye really know how ta use your mouth." I smirked, earning a glare from him.

"Ye're a dick." He said glaring at me, only making my smirk widen.

"Like the one ye just sucked?" I asked, earning a groan of irritation. I laughed, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him down on his back. He opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, I cut him off with a firm kiss.

He whimpered into my mouth as our teeth clinked, a loose breath from him sliding into my mouth.

I must've kissed him too abruptly.

I slipped my tongue into his mouth, earning a humm of surprise.

"Mnh- Bri-...Brian n- Brian!" He managed, jolting as I slid my hand into his underwear. I groaned, hating how much he moaned my name was turning me on.

"God you're so hot." I growled, pulling off of him and flipping him around. He yelped, choking on a gasp as I lifted his ass into the air. I grabbed a hold of the bow on his upper arm, untying it and pulling it off.

"What are ye-"

I cut him off by smacking his ass, earning a whimper in response. He got the hint, not saying a word as I grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his back. I quickly tied them with the ribbon, leaning over to talk in his ear.

"No cumming until I say." I warned, watching the slight regret on his face as well as a dark blush.

I guess I forgot to tell him that I could be a little controlling during sex, because he seemed very surprised with my change of attitude.

I sat back up, aiming myself before ramming in. Nogla moaned loudly, his back tensing as I pulled out and pushed back in just as aggressive.

I started the pace quick, groaning at how good he felt. His moans were loud each time I pounded inside of him, his small body rocking with the force. The headboard hit the wall loudly and the mattress made quiet squeaky noises. I smiled, cursing as Nogla clenched around me.

Fuck he felt so fucking good. With his loud whimpery moans and the small strings of curses leaving his mouth. Not to mention his sexy ass body. Obviously I've had expectations when it came to him, but he was beyond them.

I stared down at him as I held his wrists in place, licking my lips as I watched the drool and tears slid down his face.

God he can't get any sexier.

"B-brian, brian, I need t-ta cum!" He moaned, blinking his eyes to rid of the tears.

I take that back, he can get sexier.

I tutted my tongue, shaking my head at him.

"What? So early? But we just started." I said faking a pout. I leaned over him, his pants turning into gasps as the action pushed me deeper.

"B-but Brian-"

"Just a little while longer darling." I said in a comforting tone, resting my head against his back. He shivered as I trailed my tongue along his spine, roughly grazing my teeth into his skin.

I roughened my thrusts, practically railing him at this point. I get why he was so close already, seeing as how I didn't give a single second for break or to at least let him catch his breath. I pressed my chest against his back, biting into the ribbon on his throat and yanking upwards.

His keening became louder as a I pulled him up, his moans no longer being muffled by the pillows.

"Brian, p-please..ah- I need..haa, I need-" He whispered, his arms shaking from the hold in position. I let out a deep chuckle, releasing the bow and letting Nogla drop back down to his chest.

"Cum for me baby, cum fer daddy." I growled, gripping the bed sheets to ground myself as I aggressively rammed into him. It only took me a few more thrusts before I felt my stomach cramp, releasing into him. Nogla whimpered quietly, his entire body trembling as he bucked up into me. I could tell he came from the way he was quivering.

I moved to pull out, but before I could, Nogla stopped me.

"W-wait, don't pull out, don't pull out yet..." He pleaded, blinking rapidly as he looked into nowhere. I watched as he sighed in pleasure, rotating his hips a bit before he slowly pulled himself off.

"Holy fuck..." I cursed, staring as cum trials connected between my dick and his ass. I glanced up, seeing Nogla pant quietly as he closed his eyes.

I stared at him for a bit, being too entranced by his body. I then glanced at his wrists, instantly leaning forward to untie him.

I rubbed at the light marks on his wrist, setting them back down to his sides as I pressed kisses to his shoulders.

"Ye did so good, Daithi." I praised him, running my hands down his sides.

"Fuck, remind me ta prepare ta myself ta be dominated next time we fuck." He said, shakily flipping himself and wrapping his legs around my waist.

I froze, staring down at him.

"Next time?" I asked. He blinked up at me, his face turning a shade darker than it already was.

"U-uh I mean, if ye want." He said, narrowing his eyes at me nervously. I felt a smirk spread to my face, lifting my hand up to brush a few bangs out of his eyes with my knuckle.

"Yeah, I'd be down..." I said. He nodded at that, the both of us going quiet. I stared down at him, quickly averting my gaze.

"I mean...we could go again right now if ye'd like-"

"Yes!" I said cutting him off, cursing at myself as he just laughed at the immediate response.

Nogla's pov-

[SUNDAY]

I whimpered quietly, feeling Tyler's hands skate down the side of my body to my ribs. He was helping me move back and forth as I grinded on his dick.

He grunted with each of my bounces, our eyes never leaving eachothers once. He moved his hand to my chest, resting on my left peck. I lifted my hand on top of his, interlacing my fingers over his.

"T-ty, 'm gonna cum..." I warned, biting my lip to hold in the moan climbing up my throat. Tyler gave me a smile, using his free hand to stroke my penis.

I closed my eyes shut, squeezing Tyler's dick each time I pulled up. His thumb circled around my slit, his other fingers softly trailing down the side of my shaft.

I whined quietly, shooting my other hand down to prop myself on Tyler's chest as I came into his hand, the pad of his thumb pressing into my tip.

I continued to bounce myself up and down despite the overstimulation, gasping sharply as tears ran down my face. Tyler sat up, panting heavily as he used his cum covered hand to move my hips back and forth.

I leaned forward and caught his lips, the both of us melting into the kiss instantly. He swirled his tongue into my mouth slowly, softly biting into my bottom lip as I felt his semen shoot into me.

I sighed as he finally stopped moving me, lifting his hand to wipe away the tears from my eyes.

"Fuck...haa...haa, still as tight as ever." He said. I giggled at that, leaning forward to press a few chaste kisses to his lips.

"Despite the guys fucking me every day up till now." I said. Tyler burst out laughing, wrapping his arms around my waist and flopping down on his side, taking me with him.

"Did they? So they took my suggestion?" He asked, looking all too smug of himself. I laughed, nodding with a roll of my eyes.

"Believe it er not, yes." I said. Tyler sighed in satisfaction, blinking a few times before looking back to me. His smile slowly faded, his eyes tracking mine.

"Hey David, do you...wanna go out with me?" He suddenly asked. I felt my own smile drop, my eyes as stuck in his as they were mine.

"Like...date? Like boyfriends?" I asked, watching the slight worry in his face.

"Uhh...yes?" He said hesitantly. I stared at him for a few seconds, watching the anticipation darken his eyes.

I slowly smiled, leaning my head up to kiss him. It was slow and soft, much like most kisses we share besides the ones we have in the heat of lust.

I pulled back, staring at his lips for a few seconds before looking into his blue eyes. I could see that he was holding back a grin so bad, the edges of my mouth twitching.

"I'd love tat." I said, watching as the smile finally revealed itself. He chuckled lightly, sighing in relief.

"Wow that was nerve wracking." He said. I chuckled at that, nodding in agreement.

"Oh- and just to make things clear, I'll allow you to have sex with other people, but only the guys." He stated, giving me a stern look. I laughed at that, loving how much he wanted to be right about how good I was at sex, that he'll literally let me still sleep with them just to prove his point.

"What?! I know they'll be mad at me if I let them have sex with you, then the next day say that you're off limits because we're dating now. They'll hate me for that." He argued, chuckling lightly as I continued to laugh my ass off.

"Ahh, Ty you're funny...I love ye." I said in my best baby voice, booping his nose with the tip of my finger. He scrunched his nose up, smiling as he hugged me close.

"Love you too cumbucket." He said, causing me to giggle at the name. I snuggled back into him, a comfortable silence surrounding us.

"Hey... isn't it Christmas?" I asked. Tyler hummed, rubbing my arm with his thumb.

"Hmm, yeah I guess it is." He said. I nodded my head, nuzzling my face into his chest.

"And the guys are supposed to come today too...I totally forgot." He muttered, running his fingers through my hair. I snorted at that, smirking to myself at the stupid thought that popped up in my head.

"Hey, we can like... host a gangbang fer Christmas." I said. Tyler laughed loudly, practically choking on his own spit as he inhaled.

"Host a gangba- like, forget the food and the presents. Let's host a gangbang instead!" He said sarcastically, the both of us laughing loudly.

"You're hosting a gangbang?"

We both froze, turning to look at the door. Evan and Brian both stood there confused as ever, glancing between the two of us.

"I mean, I wouldn't mind it-"

"No David, they're not gonna gangbang you on fucking Christmas." Tyler scolded, cutting me off. I laughed at that, loving how red Brian's and Evan's faces got.

"We'll be out in a second, just wait in the living room." Tyler said with a slight chuckle, shooing the guys out.

"O-okay. Be decent though, the rest of the guys are here too." Evan laughed, rolling his eyes at us.

"Okay, Merry Fuck-Mas!" I called with a flirtatious wave, watching their faces darken before they nodded and left quickly.

I stared at the door for a few seconds, looking to Tyler with a grin. His brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing at me.

"Nogla, you're not-"

"Get my sluttiest outfit Ty!"

"No!"

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   MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! 💜💜💜

[czytling]

Okay, so I got into Highlander fandom recently, and i know it's like super old and stuff, but really the series is amazing. And the character Methos|Adam Pierson is just, wow, really good. I found a couple fics about him and other Watchers, but nowhere near enough. And I can't find too many more, because it's gen type of fic and a lot of fics seem to be lost to time and deleted websites. So I decided to write my own bit.

The researchers

1. Anitsocial

The new boy is shy and awkward and spends way too much time with his nose in the Chronices, even by our standards. So the next time we have our weekly poker night/social gathering, Cathy tells him to come and doesn't take no for an answer, just dragging him there (and oh, the sheepish and confused face was funny back then, but it's even more hilarious in the hindsight). Still, antisocial or not, Adam Pierson is now a Watcher Researcher - he is one of us and we take care about our little archive family.

2. Bizzare

There was always something bizzare about Adam. He was a language genius, with the way he could look at an ancient script and just say what it was about, or the way he was so determined to get the Methos Chronicle, even though Methos is more of a legend and a dream than an actual Immortal, or the way I swear he cut himself on the glass in the Kitchen Accident That Shall not Be Named, even if he never had a wound from that. When we heard the truth, many of us Researchers weren't that surprised - to be honest we saw the signs and ignored them for a long, long time.

3. Choice

- Here and now, we have a choice to make - I stare at my friends, my research family, at Cathy and Brian, and Dorothy, Jolene and Jake - we all heard the rumours that Adam is an Immortal, and since he went AWOL there may be even a chance he is an old one and not one that came to the Watchers as a Pre-Immortal. We all know him from the Poker-and-Research nights, probably better than anyone else in the Watchers and we have a duty to report anything about Immortals. But Adam has also been one of us for over a decade, and if the Methos rumours are true, he will be sought after by every single headhunter who finds out about his existence. So, ladies and gentlemen, what do we do?

4. Decision

- He was always such a nice boy, so helpful and caring about historical accuracy - whispers Jolene - I don't think he was using our database to headhunt either, there weren't any sudden increases in Immortals dead near the Headquarters since he came here.

- Our Oath makes it our responsibility to report everything and not to fraternize with the Immortals - points out Brian.

- Yes, and we have already been breaking it for a decade, all of us! - snaps Cathy. - Remember how I had to drag him and annoy him and force him to come to meeting at the beginning, how reluctant he was to join our Nights, how he tried not to have too much contact with us, how he must have been trying to protect both himself and us, even though he could have just pumped us for all we knew about Watchers and other Immortals? He was the one that helped you with Ancient Greek Brian, and me with my Latin and who stayed with Jolene when her son and his wife had that awful accident. He protected us all, was one of us, Mortal or not, I say he is still one of us. And the Night Researchers protect out own.

- I agree. All in favour? - I ask and the solemn confirmations tell me all I need to know. Breach of the oath or not, treason or not, it is decided: we will not betray the secrets of one of our own. And Adam, Methos or whatever he wants to be called, has long been one of us.

[whaleofatjme1920]

heyo can i request a romantic matchup with one of the creepypasta guys perhaps??

-im 20 years old with dark brown fluffy short hair that goes just a bit above my shoulders. im bisexual and i go by she/they pronouns. im 5'6. im a cancer sun, virgo moon, and sag rising. im also female!

-im an infj!

-i like making flower crowns for people, custom earrings, and rings! i rlly love nature and the woods so i enjoy walking along on a path or settling down by a relaxing river to have a nice lil picnic :)

-swimming is a big thing for me, i love just jumping into a lake and swimming around yk?

-i rlly love indie, rock, grunge and 50's to 90's music. i have a great love for 80's movies and the horror genre.

-i love superhero and action stuff like the avengers and x-men as well as stuff from DC.

-uhmm im an artist. i do trad but also digital art. if i paint i like to paint scenery. im also a singer and i write my own songs. i play the guitar and the ukulele!!

-i own two rats and two cats! yes they get along lmaodksjsj. im a witch whos into crystals, herbs, dieties and all. i do tarot and pendulum. i love drinking tea especially mint and chamomile teas.

-things i dislike: alcohol, someone yelling at me, aggressiveness, going on boats, too much heat, summer, thunderstorms, chicken, being alone in the extreme dark in a place like the woods, seeing or hearing stuff like people gagging or their nails being ripped off :// (i can somehow take gore tho-)

-things i like: tea, some coffees, sunflowers, motorcycles, cuddling, relaxing inside on my bed while its raining outside, the calming sound of rain, autumn, when its chilly out, seafood

-i actually rlly love reading and sometimes I like to write lil short stories or make up characters but not too deep into them. just fun little things yk?

-i kinda rlly like playing w ppls hair- like having them sit in my lap. or having them do it to me.

-omg chasing each other in an empty (empty as in like no other ppl) pretty field during a picnic date with our favorite music on?? YES PLS

-WATCHING THE SUNSET AND SUNRISE OMGGG

-i don't rlly plan on having kids :/ i don't do well with them so. fur babies as in pets tho! ABSOLUTELY

-i kinda would be a big spoon but also a little spoon. i'd do either.

-if im being honest one of the downsides of me is that I get emotional quickly in an argument :// or like I get defensive or if someone yells at me I get sad and start crying. I don't seek out fights tho and I try to avoid them.

-despite how much I like to talk im an ambivert leaning towards introvert. I get panic-y quick in public w people I don't know and im rlly nervous but i try to be as friendly as possible and keep a convo going. around my friends and stuff tho im an absolute goof ball!

-i like staying home tbh its calming

-i don't like seeing messy things eiakssksk i like organization but im not controlish about it. I like to clean tbh its kinda fun.

-my love language is honestly quality time and touch. some words of affirmation is nice too tho,, sometimes I get scared someone will get bored of me and leave ://

-i love to buy or make ppl gifts! i like to see people happy. the look on ppls faces when they see that i bought them something they rlly love makes me warm and fuzzy :,))

-im not rlly a jealous person tbh. but if someone outright is happening like obvious flirting,, i WILL say something if my partner isn't taking care of it themself.

-honestly i love being a goof but when its time to be serious ill be serious

-i talk alot so i need someone who'll be willing to listen to me talk and be interested in what im saying EIOSLAKS ill also absolutely listen to anything they say :))

-i don't care abt body types or looks rlly and im not just saying that.

-i love to remind ppl that they're stunning and gorgeous and they deserve the world 😩🤌

-i like having deep convos about random things. like who found out that we should drink cow milk? why are wild animals just fine w out toothpaste but we absolutely need to brush our teeth??

-id love to cook or bake something with someone :))

-i can't rlly think of anything else to say abt myself so

Your matchup is... Hoodie/Brian Thomas!

In general:

Took me a hot minute or so but I ultimately decided on Brian because it's the vibe I'm getting. Let's elaborate on that.

What he likes about you:

I always start out with the physical stuff first and I'm just going to say that Brian really likes your hair! Thinks it is absolutely gorgeous and fun. Will compliment how fluffy it is. Likes that you're into nature, crafty, and your music choice! Thinks your art is super fun and will want to see it. Thinks your singing voice is absolutely beautiful. Coming back to this. Your pets are fun to him as well, and your likes just seem to really line up with him y'know?? Especially loving Autumn, rain, when it's chilly, all that kind of fun stuff.

General cute things:

ALright, I feel like swimming outings would be a thing between the two of you. Brian likes water. It's just the vibe I get. Make him flower crowns please lmfao. Brian is soft and actual sunshine when he wants to be. He will watch the sunrise and sunset with you!!! He loves to just strum his guitar in the early mornings, listening to the birds sing. I feel like music dates would be a thing between the two of you. Just sitting in a flower field, watching the world go by, singing and all that cute stuff. Brian is admittedly a bit of a home body as well, so like,,,,,, hey. Just the two of you curling up on the couch, taking naps? Yes. Brian will occasionally get you gifts of things that remind him of you. He also gives me the vibe that he would get you flowers just because he thinks you'll find them pretty. He will goof around with. ALSO, Brian loves to listen to you!! Please talk to him about whatever is on your mind and I guarantee he's going to love it!! You being such a sweet person makes his heart sing? Like, you just reaffirming all the things he needs to hear make him so happy. He will also play with your hair, and on other days, he will rest his head on your lap and you can play with his.

You two as a couple:

Y'know, I think the only thing that might be a bit of a talking point between the two of you is the not having kids thing. Brian strikes me as such a strong family man. However, I don't think he's incapable of bending, so if the two of you want to be fur parents, he'd be just fine with that. Other than that, one of Brian's love languages is touch to like, be prepared for hugs, kisses, all that wholesome stuff. He's definitely a bit of an insomniac so like, please spend time with him cuddling on the roof while the two of you talk about anything and everything. Brian will definitely cook and bake with you as well, seeing those are two things he loves to do. You won't ever have to worry about jealousy with Brian because he's a king of "I have a partner stop speaking to me :)" You can also spoon him, he'd find that comforting. Brian prioritizes communication, so if you start crying, or anything like that, he'll give you some space and then come back to it. He doesn't want to cause you any harm, but some things need to be spoken about. Brian will also be your rock if the two of you go out in public and you're not very happy or overwhelmed. I swear, he's always going to be there for you.

Closing thoughts/other things:

Hi love bug, sorry this is late. The matchups were giving me some wonky type of burn out, but it's here now. To answer your thing about why animals don't need toothpaste, it actually has a lot to do with their diet! They don't eat refined sugars or the high amount of acids we do, and they also tend to eat way more twigs, sticks, bark, bones and even grass that help keep their mouths free of debris. Tell me about your characters and stories! One of my favorite things to do outside of running this blog is OCs and world building. Again, apologies for this being late. Tumblr doesn't timestamp when things come in so I just kinda guess?? I imagine it's been here for a while, my bad, I've been working out of order now. As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!

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“Let me in your heart again”

1. He hates me

Vivian

Munich / Germany - Musicland Studios

I nervously pluck my blouse, sitting in the sparing lobby of Munich's „Musicland Studios", as I wait for the first "meeting" with my future „boss", no less than QUEEN.

You've read correctly. QUEEN! I can't get my head around it yet.

The band was searching for a photographer, to document the tour life and studio work of their upcoming "works" album and their following world - tour, which would later lead them - or should I say US - from Europe, over Asia, Australia to America and Africa.

I was one of the lucky ones, the band and management put on the shortlist in late October, last year. A view weeks later, I was informed that it was me, who would attend the band for the next two years.

Two years, I think to myself, wrinkling my brows in disbelief.

At this moment I don't know if I am incredible lucky or should be scared.

I still desperately try to smooth out the wrinkles on my pastel - yellow blouse, as I nervously scan the room. Leaning back in an uncomfortable armchair, I inhale deep as I gaze over my chosen outfit.

Earlier today I was frustrated standing in front of my closet, throwing around varying outfits, unable to decide what to wear for my meeting with the band.

What would one wear when meeting Queen?

I racked my brain this morning, that would change my whole life.

Needles to say I didn't come to an answer.

After one hour of putting on nearly all content of my wardrobe, I decided to go for casual and simple. I really didn't want to look like an applicant for a secretary job.

I wear that pastel yellow sleeveless blouse I already mentioned 2 times (you have to excuse, I'm extremely nervous), paired with light blue skinny jeans and simple pumps. My wavy hazelnut brown hair is put into a ponytail on this hot July summer day.

Fiddling with the strap of my bag, I hear a door open and dull music echoing in the hallways of the oppressive building.

It is QUEEN, I recognize immediately, forming a smile on my lips.

The music reaches my ears as I am leaning myself forward, trying to get closer to the source of sound.

There it is, the mesmerizing voice of the one and only Freddie Mercury, bringing on goosebumps all over my body. I cling to the armrest, on the chair I am sitting in, as the door closes and the sound fades all to fast.

As you can imagine, this last event didn't lessen my massive nervousness.

You now may've recognized for whom of the four bandmates my heart beats.

In certain circumstances this may change within the next hour. But it don't want to anticipate things.

„Miss Kurzmann" a monotone voice behind a to high counter tears me from my thoughts. „Mr Beach will arrive in about 15 minutes. Can I offer you some tee, coffee or water in the meantime?"

„Just water, thank you" I respond barely audible, biting on my lip. I couldn't handle more at the current stage of my tense mood.

15 minutes. Great. 15 minutes unsuccessfully trying to cool down my nerves, to later make a "smooth" impression.

"Here you go, Ms", I hear the monotone voice again, coming closer, handing me my water.

She's a quiet conservative dressed, middle aged woman, wearing her grey curly hair in a shoulder-length bob. The kind of person, you wouldn't expect to work in a studio, with an endless coming and going of superstars.

Otherwise today its me, sitting in that exact same front hall.

I am by all means far from being conservative, but at the same time, even more far from being some "rockstar material".

The reserved type, always taking a backseat and avoiding the spotlight like wolves the fire.

Ok, I have to confess "reserved" is an understatement. I'm hopelessly shy, especially when it comes to situations like today. Not that I would experience something like this every day.

The only possible outcome for today is disaster.

"Ok, time to relax Viv, you already have the bloody job. Get a grip!!" I quietly whisper, trying to convince myself for the remaining time sitting there.

"Still 11 minutes to go" I mumble, as I look at my watch with trembling hands.

"Your first time?" A voice from the other end of the room brings me back to reality.

"Please excuse me, is it your first time working for a band like Queen?" She quickly continuous.

All I can manage as response, is putting on a tortured smile while nodding almost invisible.

"Don't worry Ms, the band is absolutely thrilled by your photographs and barely can await to finally meet you. And by the way, they won't give you a hard time. They're all relaxed, down to earth guys.

Relaxed,.... so the complete opposite of me, it crosses my mind, as I stare at my watch again.

"9 minutes" I whisper, while watching visitors entering the building.

I hesitantly sip on my water, to not look to helpless and lost and to somehow BRIDGE the DAMN REMAINING 9 MINUTES. Please excuse my little emotional outburst.

Ok Viv....

Oh, crap! Now I realize, I haven't introduced myself to you.

I'll cut it short.

I'm Vivian Kurzmann, 33 years old/young (it's up to you to decide), born and raised in Germany, living in London, in the middle of a divorce, freelance photographer with passion and right now on a kamikaze mission.

"Ok Viv. Think about ways to relax!" I tell myself a tad to loud.

"Excuse me? You need something Ms?" It echoes in the room.

"Oh, I'm ...I was just reading something". To cover up my little white lie, I grab the first magazine I can find, from a massive steel table, right in front of me.

Under extreme tension, I flip through the magazine, without even realizing what I'm looking at.

Maybe I find an article about reducing stress in here?

Come on Viv, figure something out. I try to remember while laying back the unhelpful piece of paper.

"Autogenic training!" I mumble. Wrong time wrong place. Don't be ridiculous.

"Smoking?" Yes, I smoke now and than, an awful habit, I know. I decide to quit smoking for today, not wanting to risk to smell like a bilgy ashtray.

"Meditation, Yoga, ...." Google shows me some options on my phone, which I grabbed earlier to soothe my trembling hands.

"Very helpful fuc*** World Wide Web. I cannot possibly roll out my yoga mat in here and do the downward dog." I mutter and shut google down.

Taking a quick look on my phone, I realize: 4 more minutes to go.

Breath Viv, you can do this!!!!! I remind myself over and over again in my mind, that goes absolutely crazy at the very moment.

"Ms Kurzmann, Mr Beach has arrived and will be here in a minute." the nice woman informs me.

Nodding confirmative I gasp a simple "thank you."

Time stretches like chewing gum, as I finally hear a male voice approaching me. "Ms Kurzmann, I welcome you to the "Musicland Studios". I'm delighted to finally meet you in person. I'm already a big fan and admirer of your work." a brightly smiling, effusive gesticulating man surprises me, holding out his hand to me.

"Oh excuse me Ms. My name is Jim Beach."

"Kurzmann, the pleasure's all mine." I babble, while standing up way to fast, almost bumping into him.

Where's the exit? Last chance to do a runner. I helplessly look around. I must look like turkeys voting for christmas, at least I feel this way.

Mr. Beach wastes no time, taking me along the gloomy corridors towards the studio where the band is recording. "I will introduce you to the band to get to know each other and have a quick talk. Let me tell you, you really made an impression." He winks at me walking besides me. "May I ask you to take you to my office afterwards. I would like to discuss the business side and do the paperwork?"

As I stammer a convincing "sure", we reach the door of our destination, noticing, considering the amount of noise and swearing, a heated discussion reaches its peak.

Mr beach opens the door, rolling his eyes while he whispers at me "please excuse this....rockstars at work."

I can't bite back a chuckle, as the door swings open.

"Guys I want to introduce you to Ms Kurzmann." He shouts.

For a split of a second I want to curl up and die.

Much to my reassurance, the band don't even recognize the two intruders and continue their argument.

The man at my side now starts to get uneasy and tenses up, as he screams again. "DAMN GUYS!!!!"

I quickly notice the heat growing in my cheeks, as all eyes lay on us. No, on ME.

Viv, damn, now of all times. Think about ....ice....no, Antarctica, .....uh. FU**

I can only let my gaze wander for a view seconds and take in the room, as a sympathetically grinning young man, with blonde tousled hair and sunglasses - I guess the sun always shines for him, even in a pitch black cellar - room. - sprints towards me, with joyfulness and flings his arms around my neck. "Hi sweetie. Vivian, right? I'm Roger. Roger Taylor, the drummer of the pack." He sputters, as he steps back again, while turning to face the band and rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Taylor." I smile at him bashfully.

"I'll call you Viv...can I call you Viv?" I'm just Roger." He grins, with the brightest smile he can pull of.

"Alright, just Roger ." I joke, unable to suppress a giggle.

"Brian, come over!" He shouts to a large, lean man with a giant mane of brown curly hair.

The shaggy man puts down his guitar, leaning it against the wall and strolls towards me, kindly smiling, reaching out his hand for me. "Ms Kurzmann, it's a pleasure. I'm Brian May."

I like him already. He has this strongly soothing impact. At this moment....priceless.

"Vivian Kurzmann, my pleasure." I reply affectionately.

Viv, you're almost done, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...it wheels in my head.

Suddenly a shyly smiling man with guitar, is standing in front of me and introduces himself as John Deacon, the bassist of the group. "Miss Kurzmann, welcome to chaos." He jokes.

"I'm very pleased to meet you Mr Deacon." I give him a handshake, a bit to long as I try to interpret his restrained smile.

I think I like John Deacon, he's just like me. Exaggerated shy and reserved. My clone.

I neglect the fact that this man is a music genius!

"FREDDIE, what the hell takes you this long? Take your ass over here!!! I hear the blonde yell behind the mixing console, interrupting my thoughts.

Ok. The time has come. Breeeeath! Don't get hysterical. I internally scream. There's still some hope, this will work out right.

After a while, what seemed like eternity, no less than Freddie Mercury in flash and bone, appears in the room.

Like a tiger on prowl, he paces at me with slow, cautious moves, his lips formed into a devilish grin.

I can swear everything happens in slow motion.

I can feel his eyes - oh yes, his eyes, his beautiful big brown oceans, framed by those incredible long lashes, I could sink into right now - examine every inch of my trembling body as he spits out words, that break down my idyllic world.

"So you're the one to trample on my privacy from now on, like any greedy paparazzi, reporter and journalist out there?" He hisses while hesitating to reach his hand out to me.

I suppose that means FREDDIE MERCURY HATES ME??!!

As he construes my slack jawed and shocked expression, he continues in a dismissive tone.

"I think you know who I am, but what's your name again?

Pulling my hand away that won't receive a handshake from Freddie Mercury today, I stutter "Kurz.....Vi Vivian Kurzmann."

"Kurz Vivian Kurzmann?" he apes me, grinning cheekily, waiting for me to break down.

"This will be fun." He laughs, while shaking his head and stepping back.

STOP! Can we go back please? That's not how I fantasized this!

The thoughts in my head ride a rollercoaster when my stomach cramps at the last spoken words, still echoing in my head.

Everything feels unreal, as I stand there, watching everything in a haze.

Before I can realize what happens, he continues with a disdainfully look on his face.

"To get it straight. I'm not thrilled by the fact someone is chasing me day after day, to document every fucking move I make. I really appreciate my privacy and want you to respect this. No photos beyond the studio and the venues. Got it?"

This will be the most horrible two years of world history. Freddie Mercury hates me.

As he turns round and starts to stroll away and I almost pass out, I begin to stammer

"Mr Mercury I assure that your privacy and the privacy of everybody involved is crucial to me and I..."

„I find this a little hard to believe, considering you do the same like any fucking journalist. Dig around in others life's and take what you can get." he spits at me and turns his back on me.

Bracing up one last time, I start to answer him, as I hear John entering the conversation

"Freddie, calm down. Don't give that pure girl such a hard time."

Freddie disdainfully gazes at me one last time, before he enters the side room.

I can feel a hand on my shoulder, as I come back to reality. „He has his moods. Don't worry, in a view days he will be fine with it and won't cause any trouble." John is trying to calm me.

All I can manage is to nod like an idiot, still standing there, paralyzed from shock.

As I let my eyes wander around the room, Mr Beach stands behind me. He must have left the studio for our short encounter and came back at this disastrous moment.

„Ms Kurzmann, may I walk you out" he asks me politely. „I love to." I answer quickly, in a relieved voice. I just want get out of here. Somewhere far away from the predator, that just rent me.

John, Brian and Roger farewell me, cheering me up by telling me how they're looking forward, working with me.

„Don't worry about our little diva, Viv. He will calm down." Roger nudges me from the side.

„You'll see, he's not that bad." Brian encourages me calmly.

„Unless his shadow follows him." a joking Roger lets out.

„Shadow?" I can manage to ask, confusion washing over my now chalk white face.

„PAUL" they all shout, rolling their eyes in unison, before bursting out laughing.

As I want to dig deeper, Mr Beach interrupts us. „Ms Kurzmann..?" Turning towards him I notice,, he already stands besides the open door, waiting for me to follow him.

I turn to face the boys again. "See you in a view." I wink towards them, as I leave the room.

Disappointed, I couldn't take a closer look to the studio and the band working, I make my way out, following Mr. Beach.

A nice bunch of men, I think to myself, as we walk down the barren corridor, were it not for my new nemesis.

As I told you. Disaster.

Part 2 will follow soon.

Also published on wattpad:

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Transition

Ironman Texas 2017, in Houston, Saturday, April 22, handed me a proposal on the word quit. On my bike in this race at mile 90 is when I decided to look into this proposal. I studied it in depth for 22 miles until I reached 112. Those 22 humiliating miles highlighted every reason why I should quit. I was convinced, by mile 112, to quit. It was time to vacate this race.

Plan A, my only plan, was to compete with the elite for a Kona Qualifying spot.  

“If you fail to plan you are planning to fail,” Benjamin Franklin. And, I failed to make a back-up plan, a Plan B.   

I have two incredible nieces and nephew, and their ages together add up to less than 22. I call them The Minions. 

A couple weeks post-Ironman Texas The Minions and I watched an animated movie. One scene in particular caught our attention. It was about a hippopotamus and its naive audience at a zoo. The audience, who went silent at first sight of this incredible four-legged beast, erupted into excitement after a quick study. They had never laid eyes on an animal of this stature.

The hippo’s reaction to its audience was quite different. It stood motionless for a moment facing the audience and analyzing the situation. Then, casually turned 180 degrees, and began to spin its tail at increasing speed. A loud sound squeaked from its butt to provide the gift of smell to its audience. Then came the big surprise! Its tail launched dung in all directions. The audience’s faces were splattered with poo.

The poo-stricken faces reminded me of Ironman Texas and an inability to avoid disaster.

“I’m done, man. My legs and arms have been cramping since mile 90 on the bike. I ‘soft peddled’ the last 22 miles. Mentally and physically, everything is gone. Honestly, Newland, I can’t wrap my mind around a marathon at this point. A ‘finish’ isn’t why I’m here,” I said to Jason Newland who stood opposite me on the spectator side of a 4-foot tall chain link fence. 

I was several hundred steps away from the T2 tent where I would soon, but not soon enough, disappear and hide from reality, or so I thought.

Both my arms draped over the chain-link fence, and as I looked at Newland he was at a loss for words. My actions weren’t fair to him as we stood face to face in this awkward situation. It was our current reality, and 180 degrees from this morning’s high fives in anticipation of crushing the race.

“Come on man, you don’t have anything to prove. It’s totally cool if you hand in your chip and call it a day,” Newland said.

Exactly what I wanted to hear! Newland’s words were comforting. Permission for freedom. It was so eloquent in this moment of despair. A type of despair I call a First World Problem. This is a problem we can easily escape by making a choice. For example, I choose to eat because I’m hungry. It’s not a life or death situation.

“Hey, one more thing,” Newland said loud enough to hear as I started walking towards T2. “You might regret it if you quit.

He deleted the one comfortable thought in my head. Newland cracked my skull open, reached in and pulled out every ‘you don’t have anything to prove’ thought, and crushed all justifications to support the proposal I studied for 22 miles on the word quit. A 26.2 mile run seemed impractical. No, it seemed impossible.

Liz, my wife, landed in Mallorca, Spain, at about the same time I was in my First World Problem. She booked this trip to shadow one of the best tri-coaches ever for a week, Brett Sutton, . She was devastated with the overlap on her trip with Ironman Texas. But this opportunity to shadow Sutton was a no-brainer to continue developing her coaching skills. 

At Ironman Texas Liz wanted someone there for me who would say the right thing at the right time, especially in adverse situations.

She chose Newland. 

Liz said, “Newland’s the next best thing besides me at Ironman Texas.”  

Good choice. He’s a natural leader with a no-nonsence attitude, and no filter between his thoughts and mouth. He is sought after successful pediatric infectious disease MD at Wash U in St Louis. A 2x IM Kona Qualifier. And, simply put, he is a hell of a friend with a history of rising above anything or anyone who poses a challenge to success.

As I continued to walk further away from Newland, and closer to T2, athletes ran past me on my left side. My mind was so far out of this race. It wasn’t a race at this point. I welcomed each athlete to hit me on my left shoulder when they passed, and most did. 

I really wished for someone to run me over like Bo Jackson did to Brian Bosworth during their first and only meeting in an NFL game. I wanted someone to put my lights out before I reached the T2 tent.

“Yep, look at that guy. The one who obviously went out too hard on his bike, or messed up his nutrition, or both. He is now mentally and physically broke. Rookie mistake! Enjoy walking that marathon! It’s gonna be a long day,” said my irrational state of mind as I caved in more to my First World Problem.

Once I reached the T2 tent I really didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to find my ‘alone’ space. 

I found a chair. And I just sat there mentally numb and watched athletes come in, transition to their running shoes, and disappear towards the start of a 26.2 mile journey.

I realized, for the first time, most athletes in T2 suffer from temporary dementia. It’s the magic that involuntarily suppresses the gravity of running a marathon after a 2.4 mile swim and 112 mile bike.

I was dealing with a reality of a piss-poor attitude. It’s on the other side of the spectrum from magic.

There were several non-helpful comments from athletes experiencing dementia while I sat in T2 suffering from reality.

“Walk the marathon.”

“Stand up and put one foot in front of the other.”

“Take salt. It works.”

“I’m a really slow runner. Come with me. I know you can keep my pace.”

“The wind was brutal out there on the bike, dude. I know how you feel.”

This was like being in the middle of a twitter shit-storm and no way to exit the app. Newland’s comment on ‘regret’ was my platform to a Plan B.

The last thing Liz needed was to be in a worry state-of-mind if I quit. She was starting her exciting journey in Spain.

Newland took time away from his family, and work to be here. I would be a quintessential impression of an asshole by virtue of quitting.

“Excuses are like assholes. Everyone’s got one and they all smell like shit,” Todd Dicus has said many times. One of his many memorable quotes.

I thought about Brother D, Todd Dicus, and all the blood, sweat and swears we shared on our bike trainers this past winter. He was gritting through this same race, which was his 11th Ironman. 

My family’s support is unconditional. It’s there no matter what, and I needed to find a way to apply the same unconditional thinking about the marathon. 

Michelle Simmons applied insightful training strategies, and painful training sessions, the past several years. Consistency with these training sessions each day provided me a lot of growth as a triathlete, and as a person. So how would I answer the question when she asks why I quit? Would my answer feel justified? No, it wouldn’t.        

And, finally The Minions! 

“Uncle Casey, did you win your race?” One of them would ask it. Finishing is winning in their mind. Ironman distance triathlons teach adults this attitude if they don’t already believe it. I witnessed hundreds, maybe thousands of adults over the years cross the finish line with the expression of winning by finishing in less than 10 hours or near the race cutoff at 17 hours.  

For so many teachable reasons my answer to their question couldn’t be, “You know what, it was just too hard and I quit.”

My sister, Aubrey Urban, sent a video of The Minions wishing me luck the night prior to Ironman Texas. I watched and listened to it over and over again in my head as a sat in T2. 

This was it. This was the magic. The temporary dementia. The game-changer. HOPE. 

T2 became my place to recover from the swim, bike and bonk, and not a place to hide. I began to prep for another race for the 2nd time in one day. I finally had a platform for a solid Plan B.  

“Hey, is there a time limit on how long someone can stay in this tent?” I asked an official.

“Na, I don't think so. Never been asked that question. I guess stay as long as you want as long as you finish the marathon by midnight,” responded the official. 

Volunteers handed me water that I previously denied. I slowly took in calories from food and gels, and electrolytes from salt. I stood up from my chair, walked back and forth, and sat down again.

I repeated this process until the cramping disappeared and my stomach relaxed enough to absorb nutrition.

It was time to let go. I placed my usual securities I wear and carry with me back in the T2 bag, like my Fuel Belt I wear around my waist with hydration and nutrition. My hat, arm coolers, and a cotton cloth I usually tie loosely around my neck to keep the sun off my skin, also went back in the T2 bag.  

I slipped on my sunglasses and race belt with bib number 260, and exited the T2 tent towards the next timing mat where the marathon officially started.

The first person I saw was Dave Dicus, Brother D’s son. He assured me Brother D was crushing his race.

The next person I saw was Newland. He was standing near the timing mat at the run start. I could see by the way he relaxed his body language he was relieved, and curious.

“Go! What are you doing? Go! Come on, let’s go!!” yelled Newland. Now, to translate Newland talk. This means are you okay? You look okay? What the bleep were you doing? Looks like you didn’t quit. Nice job. But now it’s real. Go run!

Simmons and I discussed running off heart rate instead of watching my pace in this race. Previous Ironman distant races showed my heart rate slowing in the second half of the marathon, along with pace.  

Many variables lead to lower heart rate like nutrition. But together we believe I focus too much on pace, and frustration sets in when I feel I can’t hold the pace I need from mile 14 through 26.2. It’s a mental block. The pace is there because we see it in training.

Heart rate was the one goal I still had left, and I set out to keep it close to 150 beats per minute on average through 26.2 miles.

Running a marathon after a 2.4 mile swim and 112 mile bike really makes no logical sense. But I truly love it. Because, this is the part of the race where all participants are stripped down to their core and everything is exposed like training, preparation, nutrition, attitude and extreme mental fortitude. There is no more faking it. The temporary dementia most athletes experience in T2 is truly temporary, magic disappears and reality takes its place.

So as I gained momentum from a walk to run I crossed the timing mat, and said to Newland, “I’m gonna give it my best shot. Let’s see what’s gonna happen.”

I started this run with a very simple frame of mind, “just run and enjoy the freedom of running.”  

As Newland’s voice drifted off I formed a small tiny dot, a mental place, in the back of my head. It was my magic place. With my eyes down and in front of me I focused on that small tiny dot, and never left it for 25 miles.

The cramps constantly pinged my muscles, but every time they surfaced I literally said out loud to myself “<bleep> you.” 

Four miles into the marathon and I was still running! I felt damn good except for the constant cramps poking at my hamstrings and quads. At every aid station I splashed myself with water and ice, drank Gatorade and Coke. And, at the end of each station I grabbed calories for the road. In between aid stations I constantly took in salt.

After each aid station it was back to the small tiny dot, and a lot of “<bleep> you’s” at the cramps until I reached the next aid station. Water, ice, Gatorade and Coke. Calories, salt, and the tiny dot. Run one mile and repeat.  

At mile 24.5, before I made my 3rd and final turn leading out of a McMansion Woodlands’ neighborhood, and on a descend to the Woodlands River Walk, Newland stood waiting. He yelled, “Kershner, if  you keep up this pace you will qualify for Boston!”

My stamina felt great. I increased my pace as I had the endurance to do it, but I really had to focus on using different muscles by shortening my stride with a shallow right leg recovery. My right hamstring locked twice several miles back which stopped me briefly in my tracks. The warning cramp in my right hamstring intensified, but my “<bleep> you’s” kept winning.

Only 1.5-miles to go! I ran by the drunk half-dressed crazies for the third and final time. Near the end of their cheering section a spectator walked and weaved across the sidewalk perfectly timing her meeting with me. As I made contact she was looking the opposite direction. I was shocked how easily she bounced off and into the crowd. The drunk crazies loved it and their cheering loudly increased, and faded into the past.  

Only 1 mile to go, and I couldn’t move! It was awful, because I looked to my left and there was the finish on the other side of the River Walk. I was so close, but my right hamstring finally locked, and all I could do was stand strait up and try to keep from falling backwards to the ground. 

I reached around with my right hand and jammed my fingers into the back of my right hamstring. It felt like a LaCrosse ball in the back of my leg. It took at least three minutes before the muscle released, and I began to walk with caution. I had to take a few steps and stop, and repeat until the process turned into a jog. At the next aid station I sucked down as many electrolytes as I could before my last push to the end.

My pace slowly picked back up without the debilitating cramp returning, which allowed a ton of enjoyment the last quarter of a mile on the run. I let the small tiny dot go, and began to really soak in the finish. Crossing that Ironman distant finish line was personally the most rewarding one compared to any others.

This was a day packed with many emotions from excitement to pain, to frustration and thought, to focus and busting through obstacles, to finally being overcome by joy.

Jimmy Valvano said it right in his speech at the 1993 ESPY’s, “Number one is laugh. You should laugh every day. Number two is think. You should spend some time in thought. Number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears, could be happiness or joy. But think about it. If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day. That’s a heck of a day.”

A couple weeks post Ironman Texas one of The Minions named Pearl wanted to show me her bike riding skills prior to watching our animated movie. She rode up a neighborhood hill with impressive power and back down several times before coming to a stop. She looked up at me and asked, “Uncle Casey, did you win your race?” 

I knew one of The Minions would ask it.  

-The End.

Personal Notes on Race Analysis

1:15 - Swim. Lined up in the wrong spot? I couldn’t keep swimmers off my legs the majority of this swim. Tons of bumping, and grabbing for position. I remember at the half-way turn-around how tired I felt from fighting off bodies. I remember the turn into the canal and passing under the first bridge and thinking this swim should be done. I had the endurance from my swim training. I believe I just burned a lot of matches from fighting off bodies for 2.4 miles. I never found a rhythm. 

4:29 - T1. Not great, but it was fine.

5:11 - Bike. Bonked at mile 90. Felt like it took 20-miles to shake the swim off my legs. Once we hit the freeway I could see my competition on the two loop course. I measured how many minutes I was behind by marking bridges they passed under. I estimated early in the race I was about 15 minutes behind most of the top guys. I let myself get out of my race and focused on others, which was my plan. I had nothing to lose after finishing 10 previous Ironman distant races, and coming as close to one spot away from Kona Qualifying. I figured if I bonked in this race at least I bonked trying. It was super humid first three hours. Winds shifted and cam from Northwest with 40 miles to go, gusting up to at least 30+ mph. The temps went from hot and humid to actually having a wind-chill on the bike. I nailed my nutrition better than any other race on my bike. Inside of quads seized at mile 90, and there was nothing I could do but stand. Triceps locked and then I had to sit. I rotated between standing and sitting from mile 90-112.

Lap 1: 30′, 150 avg hr, 206 avg np, 79 avg c, 22.5 avg mph

Lap 2: 30′, 153 avg hr, 215 avg np, 78 avg c, 23.2 avg mph

Lap 3: 30′, 153 avg hr, 212 avg np, 73 avg c, 23.0 avg mph

Lap 4: 30′, 151 avg hr, 211 avg np, 74 avg c, 22.5 avg mph

Lap 5: 30′, 151 avg hr, 211 avg np, 72 avg c, 21.8 mph

Lap 6: 30′, 150 avg hr, 207 avg np, 73 avg c, 22.8 mph

Lap 7: 30′, 149 avg hr, 204 avg np, 72 avg c, 23.2 mph

Lap 8: 30′, 147 avg hr, 196 avg np, 69 avg c, 20.2 mph (heading into bonk)

Lap 9: 30′, 146 avg hr, 179 avg np, 71 avg c, 17 mph (bonk)

Lap 10: 42′, 124 avg hr, 152, avg np, 70 avg c, 16.4 avg mph (quit)  

21:56 - T2. This was not the plan. 

3:18 - Run time. Topped best IM run time since my first one; a 3:23 in 2010 at Ironman Wisconsin. Finally shed that wait off my back.

Lap 1: 1:32, 142 avg hr, 7:18/mile pace. (I could have increased my hr closer to 150, but constantly ought off cramps t try and keep moving forward w/o my legs locking up).

Lap 2: 1:43, 139 avg hr, 7:50/mile pace (this includes miles 25 through 26.2 where I stood motionless for a while, recovered and pretty much jogged it into the finish).

10:11:32 my overall time. 33rd in ag. What’s crazy is I was 45′ from a KQ slot since it seems a lot of ringers showed up for this ‘North America Championship’. Honestly, my perfect race I would have been close to a 9:30, maybe a little faster, or maybe a little slower, but very close to a 9:30. Finishing, and overcoming, was a much better experience than having my perfect race and finishing several minutes away from a Kona Qualification. There’s a silver lining in everything. It’s all about perspective.

Why didn’t I have the race I planned? I conclude it comes down to little things adding up to a great day or a poor day.  There were a lot of little things in my prep for this race that exposed my weakness on the bike.

The little things

I only rode outside a couple times leading up to IMT. Knocking it out on my trainer using power is almost always better than riding outside. No stop lights, no traffic, never stop peddling, uninterrupted sets, safer, etc. But, I needed a couple more solid rides outside simply to train other muscles like balancing muscles to fight wind.

I didn’t have much acclamation to humidity leading up to this race. I took the hot baths, saunas, but not enough of them. Through most of the morning on race-day it was 90 + % humidity, and very warm.

I didn’t get in one open-water swim. I’m not big on needing many open water swims. If you can swim, well, you can swim! But, there is a benefit to getting in the open water, similar to riding outside enough to get your muscles used to the elements again.

My mental focus wasn’t at a passionate level it needed to be leading up to IMT. I nailed my training sessions, but it was more because I felt like I ‘had to’ instead of a motivational attitude of wanting to improve. My passion was inconsistent heading into this race. It is not possible to compete at a Top-10 ag level level in these IM Distant races w/o being absorbed with passionate every morning when the alarm buzzes. It’s thinking about everything and how it affects tomorrow’s training. It’s not just about nailing training, it’s also putting a high level of importance on recovery, eating, sleeping, and doing every little thing to have that physical and mental edge on race day. At the end of the day I lacked that passion which was exposed at mile 90 on the bike during this race. Why was I able to nail the run? It’s simple. The training was there to do it. And I found the passion and focus to compliment my deep endurance for the marathon.     

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God, I don't even know at this point but this prompt dates back to like... probably two years ago?

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If I remember correctly, I got this idea by watching a show called 'Last Man Standing' on NBC I think? It's hard to remember what television network it was, but I just thought it was cute and funny so here ya have it!!!

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Ship: Team 6 poly

Top(s): Tyler, Brian & Marcel

Switch(s): Evan & Jon

Bottom: Nogla

AU: Team 6

Setting: /

Type: Fluff

Warning ⚠️: This chapter contains heavy swearing, sexual comments, friendly stalking, mention of sexual harassment, flirtatious comments and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Evan's pov -

"Just like this?" I asked cluelessly, frowning in deep concentration as I mixed the deep red paste with the whisk.

Jon peered over my shoulder, chuckling lightly before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Yup! Just like that." He said, smiling sweetly before returning back to the oven to check the cake.

He had wanted to bake a cake to celebrate us moving into our new house. I didn't necessarily know how to bake a cake, let alone a red velvet cake, so he wanted to teach me.

When starting out YouTube career--or trying to start, it wasn't as easy as we thought it would be. We had underestimated all those more famous YouTubers and we realized we couldn't always come off as cocky and rude.

It wasn't a lie that we had put on fake personas when we started, trying desperately to be liked. But after a year or two of trying, we realized how tiring it was and decided to just be ourselves for once.

So we dropped the vlog cams, dropped our fake personalities and decided to just start gaming.

After a year of doing what we actually loved, we had started to get recognition and grew from there.

We weren't really confident in being totally personal online but we didn't want to be fake anymore and came out to our little bit of fans.

It seemed after that, that they had started to like us more. We got more views, more likes and even got sponsors by bigger companies.

During our big realization that we just needed to not care what people thought of us anymore, we decided to move out of our big house that had more rooms than needed and bought a much smaller house big enough for just the six of us.

It had one room but that's exactly what we wanted. The room was large, so that was an upside considering all the clothes and personal belongings we had.

It had two bathrooms, one upstairs and one down. The living room was large, we had an even larger office where we did our recordings--it wasn't very efficient to record in the same room at once, but the fans thought it was funny. Especially when we'd lash out at eachother or tackle one another for fun.

Our kitchen was huge--which was a good thing since my boyfriends loved to cook. And we had a few other entertainment rooms which just had most of our personal stuff. Like collectors items and shit.

The front door was just over to the left of the living room where we had a nice big entrance area and lastly we had a back door connecting to the kitchen. Placed right next to our garage door.

Of course, we weren't entirely big on the internet still, so we had gotten a few jobs here and there. Just the minimal wage because we didn't want to overwork ourselves with stress and all that.

We moved to this new house not too long ago and we were still getting used to the change of setting.

The neighborhood was friendly, filled with kids, parents, elderly and other residents. It was quite large actually, and it took some time for us to remember to not be too loud.

The town was big as well, but it was crowded and the buildings were all pushed really close together. The streets were always full with traffic, there was always kids running around. Going to and from school and what not.

Not to mention that we found ourselves having to be more social than planned.

Back when we lived in our old house in the forest, we never really talked to many people. Hell, we never even went out much. If any of us needed anything, we'd just Dash it.

But now, we had to be more open to friendly chit chat and randomly getting compliments. Especially since half of us worked as waiters or cashier's at grocery stores.

I didn't really mind though. It was different but...it was a good different.

"I'm baaack!"

I smiled, turning to the back door upon hearing the cheery voice.

"Hi loves!" Nogla greeted, wrapping his arms around Jon's neck, who was already pulling him in close and into a kiss.

I set the bowl down on the counter, making my way over to the two. Nogla pulled away from Jon and moved over to me, smiling as he leaned down and gave me the same treatment.

I hummed happily, reaching a hand up into his dark hair.

"Mm, smells good in here. Whatcha makin'?" He asked, pulling away from me.

"Jon wanted to make cake to celebrate the move- and, for hitting two million on our channel." I said, pulling out my phone.

Nogla gasped at that, his eyes lighting up.

"We did?! When?" He asked excitedly, taking the phone from me once I got to our shared account. Jon chuckled at his little fit, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Just three hours ago. It hit before we even started to bake the cake." Jon said, peeking over Nogla's shoulder to look at the number on the phone.

Nogla sighed in happiness, biting his lip and staring for a second before handing me the phone back.

"Time ta hit t'ree next." He said, earning a chuckle in agreement from Jon. I snorted.

"If you wanted to do that, you could always just go in the back yard." I joked, earning a loud laugh from Jon and an exaggerated huff of offense from Nogla.

"Y'know what? I'm not sucking yer dick tonight." He said, grinning down at me as my smile dropped.

"Who's getting the 'no-sex' penalty now?"

I looked over to see Marcel walk in, looking sweaty as he sipped his water bottle. I frowned, raising a brow in confusion.

"Well me, because I said something offensive, but better question, why the hell are you so damn sweaty?" I asked, watching as Marcel came in and set his bottle down on the counter, making his way over to Nogla.

"Was working out. I ate too much sweets these last few days and decided to do something about it before it got bad." He said, trying to hug Nogla. Who was definitely no having it, considering Marcel was wet and sticky.

"Ewie! Get yer sweaty hands away from meh!" He squealed, running away to hide behind Jon when Marcel made no attempt at listening to him.

"Work out? Weren't you supposed to pick David up from work?" Jon asked, taking the words right outta my mouth. Marcel sighed in delight, finally managing to wrap his arms around Nogla and hold him in a strong hold.

Much to Nogla's displeasure, might I add.

"Yup! But I decided to let him walk today." He explained, earning a hum in confirmation from Nogla.

"What?!" Jon exclaimed, pouting as he looked to Marcel.

"What?" He asked, taking the chaste kiss from Nogla before moving to the sink to splash cold water on his face.

"Ya can't just let him walk home, Mar! Y'know how many sketchy people roam around his work area." Jon huffed, setting his hands on his hips as he looked up at Marcel.

"Well, of course I know that. But David wanted to and I wasn't just gonna say no. Look at him!" He said in defense, gesturing his hand over to Nogla.

He glanced up at us, quickly taking his finger out of the bowl of frosting I had been mixing to give us an sweet smile, swaying back and forth like an innocent child.

"Ugh, no wonder he's the only bottom." I muttered, earning a scoff in offense from him.

"And that's also why we can't just have him walk home by himself. It's too dangerous." Jon said, giving Marcel more of a concerned tone than of anger.

Marcel sighed, nodding in understanding.

"I know, I know. But David's an adult, he can handle himself... mostly." Marcel said nervously, leaning against the counter. I sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Nogla worked as an assistant manager at a library. The women who owned the place was very old and Nogla worked hard enough to get promoted over there.

The library was big and local, so it had lots of people going in and out twenty four seven.

The thing was, the place was known to have a lot of drug dealing going on in there, it was near a hot spot for bad people and there was always criminal activity in or around it when broadcasted on the local news. Or so I heard anyways.

It could all easily just be rumours, but we weren't willing to take that chance.

It wasn't like we were just gonna force Nogla to quit his job because of it all either. He loved that job because he doesn't have to talk that much and he just loves books. And second, he pulled most of the money in that we needed to pay for the bills with so we couldn't just drop that.

So instead, we had just drove him to and from work whenever we didn't have a shift. It was easier that way for all of us.

"Hey, I'm a grown man." Nogla butted in, a small pout on his lips as he continued to stick his fingers into the frosting.

"No offense Daithi, but you're a sissy lala. You can't even look at a roach without screaming like a little girl." Jon said, trying to be as nice as possible about it. Marcel and I laughed in agreement, earning a raspberry in return.

"Nu-uh!" He retorted, glaring half heatedly.

"Yes huh. Now stop sticking your little fingers in the icing or I'm gonna stick my dick where the sun don't shine." Jon grinned, pulling the bowl away and smacking Nogla's ass.

He yelped in reaction, his face burning as red as the icing as we all laughed at Jon's remark.

"Well- I...ugh!" Nogla groaned, not being able to come up with a comeback. We laughed even harder at that, causing his face to burn darker--if that was even possible.

"Fine, ye don't get ta fuck me tonight either!" He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. That only made Jon smirk up at him, setting the bowl down and swiftly bending Nogla over the counter.

A small squeak escaped his lips as Jon leaned over his body, placing his mouth right next to his ear.

"I don't think ya get to decide that sweetheart." He teased flirtatiously. Nogla whined in defeat, trying to push himself back up.

"Argh! I hate t'at ye guys are stronger t'en me." He complained, earning a laugh from Jon.

"And that's exactly why you can't go walking the streets alone, let alone taking the public bus." He said, pulling off of Nogla and helping him stand up straight.

"Eh- but I want ta! I like walking! Helps me think. Plus, today I passed a really pretty park surrounded in big rose bushes! Ya should've seen it." He said happily, a wide smile breaking to his face and replacing the earlier blush.

I sighed, frowning over to Jon as Nogla started to ramble to Marcel about what he had seen and all the different colors of roses.

Of course the two of us didn't like the idea of letting Nogla roam town alone, and I knew that Brian and Tyler would like it even less than us.

But if this is what made him happy, then we had to respect that.

"We thinkin' the same thing?" Jon asked, lifting a brow at me. I hummed, nodding in response.

I glanced up at Marcel and Nogla, who had stopped mid conversation when Jon spoke up.

"Okay...you can walk home from time to time," I started. Nogla started to smile and clap happily before I could finish.

"But," I said, watching as he immediately stopped and gave me a look of hope. I smiled at that, finding the expression all to adorable.

"But you have to watch where you're going, keep your phone out at all times and if you feel like your being followed, go to the most public area you can find and call the police. Or better yet, one of us so we can come pick you up." I sighed, earning a wide smile in return.

Nogla bounced forward and pulled me and Jon in a big hug, squishing us into his chest tightly despite his slim, weak arms.

"Awww, I love ye guys!" He said in a high pitched voice, still somehow jumping up and down with us.

I chuckled lightly, pressing my hands to his back as the others laughed along.

"Yeah, yeah, don't get too ahead of yourself. You gotta do the honors of telling the other two." Marcel piped up, making Nogla stop mid excitement and drop the two of us.

"Shit." He cursed, drooping over the counter in defeat as he already knew what they were gonna think. And those two were the most protective and possesive out of all six of us.

"Ah, don't worry Nogla. I'm sure they'll understand why you wanna do it." I encouraged, rubbing reassuring circles on his back as he sat himself in one of the bar stools.

"Mhm! Plus, ya give mean head. I'm sure they'll give in if you offer a few blow jobs." Jon grinned, pulling his oven mitts on to pull the cake out of the oven.

The sweet smell of red velvet filled the kitchen as he did so, warming up the room. I inhaled deeply, already feeling my mouth water.

"Ye know what? I'm not even embarrassed by t'at. I take it as a compliment." Nogla sighed, setting his work bag down on the floor and folding his hands on the counter.

"Your blush says otherwise love." Marcel said, placing a kiss on his cheek as he seated himself right next to him.

I laughed at the glare Nogla sent his way, picking up the bowl of icing to help Jon finish the cake.

Third pov -

"What time is it?" Brian asked, glancing at his wrist to check his watch.

"Mmm." Evan hummed with a shrug of his shoulders, reaching towards the coffee table to grab a handful of chips from the clear bowl.

It was Saturday and none of the guys had any shifts this week. Valentines day had passed a few days ago, so they were all given a week off.

Well, except for Nogla. The owner had called in sick so he had offered to help the new employee while the owner was out.

"Oh...oh, shit. It's Saturday... Nogla's coming home soon." Brian mumbled, staring down at his watch for a few seconds before grumbling audibly and lowering himself into the couch.

Tyler groaned in agreement, throwing his head back in frustration.

"Why did we have to come up with that stupid agreement anyways?" He huffed, flopping down and laying his head in Marcel's lap.

The guys had all collectively came up with the agreement, that Nogla would walk home every other day of the week. Brian and Tyler weren't entirely happy about it, but Nogla was able to convince them.

"Because we care about his happiness and we trust him to make adult choices without needing our permission." Marcel said, running a hand though his boyfriend's hair. Evan chuckled.

"And because he gives good blow jobs." He reminded the two, small smiles breaking onto their faces.

"He really does." Brian moaned, staring up at the ceiling.

"Jesus Christ, don't get hard!" Marcel exclaimed, noticing the expression on Brian's face. It was the look he had on whenever he was aroused.

"Anyways, we did it because we love him." Evan laughed, throwing his legs over Brian's lap. The Irishman simply pouted, frowning in defeat as he ran his fingers over the muscles in Evan's leg.

"It's not tat I don't trust him. I don't trust 'is work area." He mumbled, earning a humm of agreement from Tyler. Marcel clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at the two.

"You guys are over exaggerating." He said with a fond smile, resting his hand over Tyler's face to annoy him.

The American huffed, pulling his boyfriend's hand away and pulled into his chest, intertwining their fingers instead.

"They talk about sexual harassment and loitering criminals on the news all the fuckin' time. How could I not over exaggerate?" He asked rhetorically, looking down at their hands with an even bigger pout than Brian.

Marcel glanced up at Evan, the two of them exchanging a smile.

Despite both Brian and Tyler being the most masculine and anger infused out of all six of them, they tend to get like this whenever they weren't getting their way.

It happened more often than expected and the rest of the guys always loved it because they honestly found it cute and hilarious.

Very uncharismatic of the two.

"It's the news, Ty. They're the masters of over exaggerating. Well, besides Google but you get my point. They just say anything to get a unique and big story." Marcel said, giving his boyfriend's hand a soft squeeze with his own.

Tyler merely grunted in response.

The four sat in an awkward silence for some time, Evan and Marcel not knowing what else to say to reassure their boyfriend's.

Then, there was a sudden knock at the door. Brian was the first to shoot up, shoving Evan's legs off his lap and running to the door.

Expecting to see his Nogla, he opened the door with a wide welcoming smile, only to drop upon seeing a tall man dressed in a police attire.

"Uh- hello officer. How can I...help ya?" Brian asked slowly, standing up professionally as he looked up at the cop in confusion.

The rest of the guys stiffened at that, turning their heads to see what was going on.

"Hello sir. You must be Brian Hanby? I believe I have something that belongs to you." He greeted with a tip of his hat.

Before Brian or even any of the guys could question him, the cop turned around and gently pulled Jon up the steps by his arm, moving to undo the cuffs on his wrists.

"Oh my god. Oh my god Jon, what did ye do now?" Brian asked with a loud sigh, running a hand over his face.

Jon's mouth dropped in offense, glaring slightly as the cop released his hands.

"Excuse me?! I didn't do nothin'!" He exclaimed, rubbing his wrists as he moved into the house. He moved to the couch and plopped down like a child who had just gotten grounded from his playstation.

Hands crossed over his chest and everything.

"So...then why did you get sent home by a cop?" Evan asked, smiling slightly in amusement. Jon just stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend, the cop laughing at the boyfriends' shenanigans.

"No actually, he was wandering around the local library? The one just downtown. I got a few complaints about another loitering criminal." He explained with a slight laugh, earning a groan fom Marcel.

"Jon, what did I say? David is old enough to walk back from work by himself. He's fine, nothing bad is gonna happen to him." He scolded, the other averting his gaze in self disappointment.

"I know, but he's too pretty. Someone's gonna snatch him up if we're not careful." He whined, earning a roll of Evan's eyes.

"Anyways, how did ye know my name might I ask?" Brian asked, looking back to the cop. The officer chuckled, gesturing back over to Jon.

"Your boyfriend is quite the rambler under pressure. All I had to do was cuff him and ask what he was doing there. Practically told me everything about you all. Not to mention that David greets me every morning since I'm part of the security team on that side of town." He explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

Tyler burst out laughing, dropping Marcel's hand to roll over and accidentally land on the carpet with a grunt.

"Shut up! I thought he had a warrant for my arrest or some shit!"Jon shouted, only causing his boyfriend to laugh even harder despite the fact that he was lying face first on the floor.

Evan was laughing too. But not because the fact that Jon was horrible when it came to cops. But because the way Tyler had fell.

Marcel simple sighed, shaking his head lovingly.

Brian rolled his eyes with a smile, turning back to the cop once more. He glanced down at his name plate that was right next to his badge.

"Thank you officer Daniels, I promise that this won't happen again. Right Jon?" He asked, raising a brow over at his boyfriend. He earned a puff of breath in response.

"Right, Jonathan?" He tried again, this time more stern yet still keeping on his flashy smile.

Jon glanced at him from the comer of his eye, knowing that look on his boyfriend's face. He knew he'd be in deep trouble if he didn't obey.

"Yeah, whatever." He stuck his tongue out, earning a satisfied laugh from the other.

"Welp, I should get back to work. Let's hope we don't have another incident like this again gentlemen, yes?" Officer Daniels said, giving the guys one last smile and chuckle before heading down the path.

Brian gave him a friendly wave, shaking his head as he shut the door.

"Jon..." Marcel started.

"Can it bitch, I hear ya." Jon grumbled, taking Tyler's old place and setting his head in Marcel's lap.

"Ugh, you guys are unbelievable." He muttered, shaking his head with a happy smile.

"At least Evan's got my back on this. Right Ev?" He said, glancing to the second couch. He blinked, seeing the Canadian staring down at his phone.

"Ev?" He asked.

"Huh?! Nothing!" He shouted, fumbling with the small device and dropping it into the carpet.

Marcel frowned in confusion as Evan cursed, reaching for the phone. But Tyler was faster, reaching over from his spot on the floor and snatching the phone right outta his boyfriend hands.

"What's this?" He asked curiously, darting his eyes around the screen.

"I said nothing!" Evan exclaimed, trying to yank his phone back. But Tyler was faster, wrapping his legs around Evan's waist when he got close enough to hold him in place as he inspected the phone.

The screen was white, with yellow and grey lines randomly placed. It was only then that Tyler realized that they had addresses, and the lines were actually roads.

"Is this...are you tracking Nogla?" Tyler asked, handing the phone over to Marcel as he finally let go of Evan, who had been biting into his knee to break free.

"Uh...no?" He muttered, laying on Tyler's stomach.

Marcel huffed loudly, taking a well needed breath before setting the phone down.

"Like I said. Unbelievable." He muttered in disappointment. He was slightly insulted that the guys didn't trust Nogla enough to let him walk home. And that they didn't trust Marcel enough to believe him when he said Nogla was fine.

He understood why they were so worried. He really did. But they needed to let it go. Nogla was an adult, and he wanted to be treated like one.

Marcel wanted to respect that, as well as have the rest of the guys respect it as well.

"Look guys, I'm sure he's fine. He knows his way there and back by now." He said, trying to comfort them.

"Uh...he's turning the wrong street." Brian suddenly said. At that, all eyes turned to the Irishman, who had picked up the phone in curiosity and was watching the big red dot that blinked as it moved along the yellow lines on the screen.

Marcel quickly snatched the phone from his boyfriend, feeling a wave of worry crash into him despite him being the most supportive of the little fucker.

"Eh, he's probably just chasing a butterfly or something..." He tried to excuse, forcing a small wavery smile as he watched the dot turn into the more unfamiliar streets that they haven't been to yet.

It was still near the library, but it was heading into the opposite direction of their house.

"Uh...at thirty-five miles per hour?" Tyler asked, peeking over Marcel's shoulder as he saw the speed of the dot at the top right corner.

All of their stomachs dropped at that, getting increasingly more concerned.

"Yeah he doesn't run that fast, let's go!" Marcel said worriedly, handing the phone back to Evan and bolting for the door with the guys not too far behind him.

They quickly threw on their shoes and their jackets that sat organized at the entrance area, running out the door in record time.

The house sat quiet, nothing but the sound of the cars engine outside.

"I made it!" A voice called.

Nogla walked in to the living room from the kitchen, having used the back door again.

He frowned, seeing not a single one of his boyfriends in sight.

"Lads?" He called, still earning no response. He pushed his lips into a pout of thought, setting his work bag down.

"Huh..." He muttered, scratching his neck as he glanced around the messy room.

"Probably out shoppin' er some shit." He said was a wave of his hand, rolling his sleeves up and beginning to clean up the mess they left behind.

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"Speed the fuck up!" Brian shouted.

"I'm trying! We're near a school zone though, dumbass!" Tyler yelled back, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

"That car! That car right there! Chase that fucker!" Evan exclaimed, glancing up from his phone to point out the small black car.

Tyler stayed close to the vehicle, practically riding the driver's ass as his boyfriend's continued to shoot and wave the car down.

Eventually, they caught the driver's attention, pulling over on the side of the street.

Jon was the first to hop out, stomping over to the car as the driver hesitantly rolled his window down.

"Oh hello! Why can I do for- ahh!" The man made a noise of shock as Jon grabbed him by the collar, practically pulling him out of his seat and pulling his upper body out the window.

"Where is he?!" He shouted, not caring that bystanders started to stare as the guys raided the man's car without permission.

"W-what? Who? I-i dunno-"

"David, you fuck! Where is he?!" Jon continued, shaking the man as he pulled him closer. Half of his body was now hanging out of the car and he looked absolutely terrified.

"D-david? The as-assistant manager? H-he left a f- a few minutes ago. Like, fif-fifteen I'd s-say?" He stuttered shamefully, holding his hands up as Jon tightened his grip, his glare menacing.

"Found his jacket." Marcel informed, pulling the dark green coat from the back seat that Evan had placed the tracker in.

Tyler growled, grabbing the man from Jon's grasp and fully yanking him out of the car with a loud yelp.

"Where the fuck is he?!" He demanded, slamming his back into the car.

"I dunno, I swear! He left a little bit ago!" The man cried, looking as if he'd literally cry any second now.

"Then why do you have his jacket?" Evan asked, shaking his head as he gestured to the article of clothing.

The man glanced over at him, trying to muster up words to explain himself.

When David told him about his boyfriend's...he didn't expect this.

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"Hi! Where were ye guys? I got worried when ye weren't here!" Nogla said cheerfully, opening his arms with a welcoming smile as the guys tumbled into the kitchen.

They all quickly rushed over to him, all trying to hug him at once despite his slightly messy state from cooking.

"Oh!" He said in surprise, holding his arms up and stiffening as his boyfriends hugged him tightly.

Of course, they always tended to show him and eachother affection. But he's never seen them be this clingy before. Especially without an explanation for it.

Tyler was the first to pull back, grabbing Nogla's face in both hands and pressing a rough, intense kiss to his lips before pulling back.

"We love you, so fucking much." He stated, eyes looking determined as he stared down into Nogla's green flustered orbs.

"O...kay?" He said with a small smile, narrowing his eyes at the rest of them.

Now he was very confused. His boyfriends were still very embarrassed about using the L word. Especially Tyler, so this was really new to him.

"Are ye guys okay?" He asked, finally managing to breath as they all let go of him.

"Yeah, we were...we were just a bit worried." Marcel admitted, however not wanting to tell Nogla about their whole trip and how they almost killed his new employee.

Nogla frowned, tilting his head at them with a confused smile before chuckling lightly.

"Well I'm fine!" He said happily.

It wasn't like he was gonna ask why they were worried, why they weren't home when he got here and why they looked like they had just robbed a bank.

He had already knew. Seeing as the newbie from work used his emergency contact to call him and inform him of how crazy his boyfriends were.

He knew better than to mention all that. Instead, he was just happy they were home. Safe and sound.

"So...you traded your jacket for a box of chocolate?" Brian asked, eyeing his boyfriend in disbelief.

Nogla giggled, nodding in confirmation.

"Yup! It was a steal too." He said, turning and grabbing the large heart shaped box from the counter and showing it off to them.

Tyler and Marcel exchanged a glance, both as equally wanting to say something about how dangerous and stupid that was. However they couldn't bring themselves to do it.

Nogla's happy smile was simply too adorable.

"Ye know, ye're a pain." Brian said, saying what they were thinking instead. Nogla laughed at that, shrugging his shoulders as he set the box back down.

"Well, back ta makin' dinner. We're having lasagna tonight." He informed, turning around and going back to layering the dish.

"Yeah...we were just a bit worried." Marcel muttered, feeling slightly disappointed in himself.

All this talk about how the guys needed to trust their boyfriend and here he was being just as bad. He looked over, glancing at the rest of them.

On the other hand, the others were stuck staring at the taller Irishman, watching him cook in interest.

He still had on his casual work clothes and wore a green apron over them. The strings tightened at his back and cinched his waist, showing off his curves beautifully. He wore a head band to hold his dark, curly hair back and he still had on his glasses instead of switching them out with his contacts like usual.

It was no wonder they loved this man so dearly. He truly was irresistible.

"You're right Jon. He is too pretty to be left alone." Marcel gave in, sighing in defeat as the other hummed.

"See? What'd I tell ya?" He teased, smirking as Nogla turned around and raised a confused brow at them.

"Who?" He asked, not having heard the conversation they had too long ago when the officer had dropped Jon off.

"Nothing important love. Just continue what ya were doin' and look pretty." Brian waved him off, earning a small blush before Nogla obligated and faced back the other way.

"Oh yeah. Just like that." Tyler smirked as he leaned against the counter. His eyes trialing down Nogla's back until they stopped at his ass, chuckling lustfully.

"You guys are perverts." Evan smiled, grabbing the box of chocolate from the counter to eat some.

"And what?" Jon said in defense, tone offended but his eyes never leaving Nogla's body.

The Irishman rolled his eyes, smiling to himself as he heard his boyfriends banter and argue shamelessly.

Oh how he loved them so much.

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Believe it or not, I finished this in only two days! Ha!

Well I hope you liked it and I hope y'all had a great day!!

Until next time, my loves!! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

❤️🖤❤️

- Jacky       

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Featured or mentioned characters:

Main -

Nogla - Nogla, David, Daithi

VanossGaming - Evan, Ev

H2ODelirious - Jon

BasicallyIDoWrk - Marcel

Terroriser - Brian

IAmWildcat - Tyler