#but for some god damn reason my taste buds loath it:(

[conshirtoe]

List of things I try every chance I get and still don’t like them:

1. Hummus

2. Alcohol

[yee-fxcking-haw]

Hi!! Could you possibly do a fic with Bakugo and Todoroki based on the lines from the song confident “she said it’s her first time” “I think she might’ve lied”

Where one of the boys are going on about their night with y/n and how it was their first time and the other says “I think she might’ve lied” and so on lol, thank you:)

I,,,, this ask,,,, I like it.

•She Might've Lied•

Summary: What the ask says lmao. Based off of the song Confident by Justin Bieber and Chance the Rapper. (College AU for legal reasons.)

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), mild overstim, multiple orgasms, mentions of a blowjob.

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader, mentions of Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (All aged up, 18+)

A/N: This turned into total fuckboy Todoroki but I am NOT mad about it, I simp aggressively. This is what my brain produced, I hope you like it! Thank you so much for such a fun request! I really enjoyed writing this.

Word Count: 1,428

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   "Shoto- oh my God- fuck- fuck- fuck." You pant, back arching as you fist the sweat soaked sheets beneath you. 

   You shiver as he pulls you apart and works you over. Everything inside you feels so tight and hot and good. 

   The tip of his tongue zeroes in on your clit and your whole body jolts back, almost afraid of how incredible it feels. 

   "Fuck no." He growls before throwing an arm over your hips so he can keep you glued to the mattress. 

   He slides the other hand up the outside of your thigh before delivering a harsh slap to the meat of your hip. 

   Your head is thrown back as you whimper out his name, hands flying to his hair as your walls start to flutter. 

   He's not even using his damn fingers, he's ruining you with his tongue alone. 

   He drops his jaw and flicks his tongue against your swollen bud with fervent speed, your eyes cross and you cry out with little to no shame. 

   "There! Fuck! Right there, baby, you got it." You sob out, hips rocking as much as they can under his strong arm. 

   Everything builds and snaps at once. Ribbons of silky pleasure shoot up your spine and down your legs as your core clamps around nothing. 

   And he doesn't fucking stop. 

   He moves with urgency, with dedication. His hands grab under your knees before he pushes up to fold your legs to your chest. 

   "Hold these." He demands with his mouth still against your cunt. 

   "I cant- fuck! I can't…" You twitch as his tongue works relentlessly, body slowly but surely becoming overstimulated. 

   "You fuckin' better." He says, voice dropping to a bone chilling tone. He glares up at you, eyebrows knit together as sweat drips from the crown of his two toned hair. 

   "Holy shit." You sigh as you take your legs from him with a weak hold, prying yourself open for him. 

   "Atta girl." As soon as you have a hold of your legs, his hands are free to carry out his dirty work. 

   One comes up to play with your tits as the other slides down to join his mouth at your center. His long, skilled fingers slide in. They find that perfect spot instantly, rubbing at it as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge before you've even stopped cumming the first time. 

   "Sho! I'm gonna- oh my fucking god-" Your words turn into strangled cries as your whole body turns to mush. 

   You feel the tears fall, your cunt pulse, your vision blur and you just scream. Goosebumps are all over your skin as your toes curl and your whole body trembles. 

   He just licks and licks and licks. Slurping and savoring everything you give him. He's always so nasty with it, always so dedicated to reducing you to a sweaty, sobbing mess. 

   "That's it, that's my good girl." He pulls his mouth away only to mutter those sweet words. 

   His fingers still move slowly within you, working to help you ride the aftershocks of the mind numbing back to back orgasms he's just given you. 

   "You're always so messy." He muses, finally pulling his fingers out so he can run them between your folds and gather your release. 

   You watch with your jaw dropped, panting and overwhelmed. He brings the cream covered fingers to his mouth, tongue lolling out to make a show of tasting you before he closes his lips around them completely. 

   "You a dirty girl?" He asks after he pops his fingers out. He starts to crawl up your body, caging you with his arms. 

   You loathe the fact that he's still fully clothed, while you lay completely bare beneath him. 

   You just nod, eyes wide and mouth agape as he presses his lips between your breasts. 

   His eyes flick up to yours, eyes full of sin and depravity. 

   "Whose dirty girl?" He asks against your skin. 

   "Yours, I'm your dirty girl." You say with a weak, unreliable voice. 

   "That's fuckin' right." He kisses a trail up to your throat, under your jaw, and finally your lips. 

   "Don't forget that." He whispers before hopping up to his feet far too quickly. 

   He always does this, rips you apart then saunters away like it's nothing. 

   You two have been going at it for months now, a very tense friends with benefits relationship. More benefits than friends, though. You occasionally share a laugh, help each other with homework when you have time, but most of the time you just fuck. 

   "Where are you going?" You ask, still reeling as your nerves twitch and fire. 

   "Boys night, I'm late." He flips his hair a little before winking at you. 

   "Don't look so heartbroken, I'll be back later." He laughs as he pinches your cheek. 

   "I'm not heartbroken, fuck off." You smack his hand away, pulling a blanket around you before you roll off the bed and walk to the bathroom. 

   "Katsuki's coming over later, don't bother." You quip as you round the corner. 

   "Oh I forgot, he's a big fan of those sloppy seconds then, yeah?" 

   Bastard. A big part of your arrangement is the no strings attached part, meaning you can both fuck anyone else, as long as you let each other know about it. 

   Katsuki Bakugo had been trying to get into your pants for months. You'd finally gone down on him the other night during a movie, successfully blowing his mind.

   You'd told the poor fool you'd never sucked a dick before, just to make him feel special. His ego didn't need to boost, but he sure got off to the thought of being the first person to fuck your pretty little mouth. 

   "He's a big fan of a good fuck." You snap as you turn the shower on.

   Shoto comes up to lean against the door frame behind you, looking absolutely delicious in his joggers and his adidas shirt. 

   "You two have that in common then." He smiles wolfishly before slapping your ass. 

   "Make sure you wash the sheets before he comes, you made a pretty big mess." He calls out to you before strolling out of your dorm room. 

   You roll your eyes and huff as you drop the blanket and step into the shower.

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   "I'm not fucking lying, she was such a whore about it, but she said she'd never done it before." Bakugo explains to a laughing Kirishima and Denki. 

   "Who's a whore?" Shoto waltzes into the common room where the rest of the boys wait for him. 

   "That cute chick you're always studying with, apparently she's got a freaky side." Sero chuckles, only making Bakugo turn a brighter shade of red. 

   "Oh yeah?" Shoto raises his eyebrows, glancing at Bakugo. 

   "She's fucking insane, best blowjob I've ever had. Not that you would know what that's like, icey hot." Bakugo sneers, arms crossing as he reclines into his chair.

   "Dude, there's no way she was that good if she'd never done it before." Denki says, leaning forward as he shakes his head.

   "I'm serious you sparky asshole, she said it was her first time!" Bakugo snarls. 

   Shoto can't help the bark of the laugh that leaves him, he runs his hands through his hair, then notices just how wet his chin feels. 

   "I think she might've lied." He sighs as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, pulling it away to see some of your slick shining on the skin. 

   "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bakugo grumbles, glaring at Shoto. 

   "You can tell dude, you've seen the way she walks into a room." He explains, so full of himself after spending the last half hour between your legs. 

   "What, did she fuck you too?" Bakugo stands up, chest puffed up as he strides towards Shouto. 

   "Nah." He sighs as sinks into one of the chairs, ignoring Bakugo's advances.

   "I fucked her." Shoto grins up at Bakugo, every jaw in the room drops before the rest of the boys start to hoot and laugh. 

   Kirishima jumps up to hold Bakugo back as he spews profanities at cocky Shouto. Sero and Denki are beside themselves, wheezing clapping as Shouto sits and enjoys the chaos he's created. 

   It's safe to say you won't be seeing Katsuki tonight, but you will be seeing a lot of Shoto.

[tarithenurse]

Cookies and Chaos - Halloween Challenge

Pairing: Loki x reader Prompt: 10 - “Okay, who’s raising the dead when I’m trying to sleep.” Contents: Quoted lyrics from James Brown’s “I feel good”, maybe some swearing, angst and panic, sweet and fluffy compensation, hints at smut. A/N: I’m not an expert on Halloween because it’s relatively new in the country I live in. Also I don’t bake because…the results are frankly disastrous. Still I hope this little treat is okay ;) Thanks to Devilbat for creating a challenge with fun prompts!

Cookies and Chaos

Bustling around in the kitchen with the earplugs delivering your favourite tunes, it’s hard to keep the pessimism up. The scents of pumpkin cookies is starting to spread through the Tower’s shared kitchen as a sweet compensation for the creepy decorations Loki full-heartedly has adopted the use of – the entire holiday is perfectly suited for the god’s esthetic. Perfect, the time of year and doubly so Asgardian. Loathe as you might be to admit it, a huge motivation for your efforts today are fueled by him and an irrational craving for his approval and…well why think of his love when it’s out of reach?

*Woah!* The next song starts with a cheer that makes your hips swing. Oh yeah, you feel good. Brushing with milk and lemon. *Like sugar and spice* Sprinkles of cinnamon sugar. The “wizard hats” are ready to go into the oven with a promise of chocolate-oozing perfection.

You gather the dirty utensils, each item plonking into the sink on time with the beat as it fills with hot water. Soap bubbles dance on the surface, and you mimic them through the room to make sure nothing’s forgotten.

*And when I hold you –* James Brown croons and you join, “- in my aaaarms, my love can’t do me no ha-arm –“ The dish brush is a perfect mic as you and Mister Brown have a private kitchen-party. “And I feeeeeel ni-ice –“ You twirl joyfully.

You twirl joyfully straight into the hard chest of Loki.

Shit! You were supposed to have kept quiet, the guy’d been called in last minute by Strange for something and you’d promised yourself to let him sleep in after getting back at 7AM. Glancing up at his face with the perfectly sharp cheekbones, you can see how annoyed he is.

Cool hands reach out and pluck the music from your ears. “I woke up to a ruckus, little mortal, and I thought to myself…’Who is raising the dead when I’m trying to sleep?’”

Partially ashamed of having been singing out loud, but mostly pissed at his belittling comment on the quality, you ignore the voice in the back of the head which tells you to be meek. God or not, don’t come and insult me on my singing. Not that it is good, but it’s one of the things that brings you joy and makes you feel normal.

“Well, I’m sorry, bud!” You poke his chest with a bubbled finger (only then realizing the man is shirtless). “But I happen to be enjoying some baking time while singing. There are no death rituals or ghouls or whatever here…just delicious treats.”

An eyebrow arches and his calculative gaze takes in you and the surroundings. Oh damn. A smirk, dangerous and tantalizing, forms to show those perfect teeth and you know you’ve gone much too far. If only you could go back, but it’s too late now.

“Is that so?” he purrs, “the sounds I heard could be the wails of the souls eternally trapped in damnation…however a real summoning ritual would be much…much…different.”

With a snap of the fingers, the light leaves the room even though it’s the middle of the day and plunges the place into an unnatural darkness only broken by an acid-green glow from Loki’s hands. What? Is he for real?? A pattern appears on the floor as he motions with a sweep for you to stay still, and you do because you’re much too nervous to step on the glowing runes. Suddenly you recall how Thor once talked about Hela, the goddess of death, being their sister. Tony’s gonna kill me.

“You mortals have always been obsessed with death. With what lies beyond life,” the god hisses into your ear, raising the hairs on your body, “You do not fathom the true power of necromancy.” Deep-purple, translucent blobs are rising from the floor. “A few have been close to harness it but we, your gods, know the secrets.” Each blob is a skull that grins at you with empty eye sockets and clicking jaws and you know Loki has lost his mind and gone back to his old ways again. “The living do not control the dead…the dead tolerates the mortals.”

Step by step, you back away from the menacing god and the skeletons reaching for you with the boney hands. Poisonous colours flicker like demonic fire meant to melt the flesh from your bones, the heat already too much. But Loki advanced. Tall. Powerful. Dangerous.

“No…” It’s just a whimper leaving your lips. “Y-you can’t…you’re not a necro-“

“Necromancer? Perhaps not,” he grins menacingly, “but do not forget who my sister is or the purpose I had when I first came to this measly, little planet.”

There’s a gleam in his eyes you’ve never seen before in real life…but now it’s clear. The footage from Stuttgard. The madness is the same and it’s a craze that cannot be reasoned with, forcing you to turn to flee…right into Loki’s open arms. Thrashing in gut-freezing panic, your heart threatens to stop as his grip tightens around you and every thought in your mind is crushed with the exception of one: I just wanted him to make him happy.

Laughter withers, overgrown by soft murmurs – your name, apologies – and the embrace is no longer aggressively possessive but rather a gentle rocking interspersed by soothing strokes. Gone is the darkness along with the unnatural fire and the skeletons that had seemed to lust for your soul or…or…

“Shhh, my dove, shhh,” Loki kisses the words against the top of your head, “I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you so, please forgive me.” He’s cradling you, sat on the floor with you in his lap. “I beg, do not cry…I love your smile and your voice…I love your wits and companionship…please forgive me.”

The words tremble, causing your to quiet down with surprise at the realization that you’ve never heard him sound so broken before. This is not a trick. No, Loki apparently does care deeply about your wellbeing, that he can see the error in his ways, and the normally sharp-tongued god is searching for a way to say that…

“With my life I will protect you and shield you from harm…I love you.”

What? The world stops along with your heart and breathing. Too afraid to believe it’s true, you force yourself to find his gaze and be swept into the whirl of pain, fear, hope, truth. Love. Nose to nose, forehead to forehead, his sincerity permeates the air you breath and seeps into your lungs, diffuses into your body to change away every lingering grain from the living nightmare he’d conjured, leaving behind a warmth that stands in contrast to the cool chest you’re pressed against. Reaching for his jaw with a trembling hand, you act without thinking and kiss him. Slow at first and so light that lips barely meet, but then you feel the response shudder his body and the press deepens to allow Loki’s tongue taste the seem before delving past your lips. Tasting. Exploring.

Allowing himself to accept reality, the god effortlessly repositions you to straddle his legs stretched out on the floor and he allows you to set the pace, to push him into a lying position free for you to admire while your hands create ripples of goosebumps and your lips swallow the softest of sighs.

Loki’s eyes are closed when you glance away for the briefest moment. “Hold the thought.”

A quick maneuver, a few steps, and the oven’s clock beeps just as you grab the mitt to pull out the finished pastries to cool. Oh! Cool hands skirt your waist, already skimming underneath the shirt.

“Do…am I forgiven?” Loki whispers in your ear and you can’t help but roll your eyes a bit because isn’t it obvious?

Letting him wait, you finish securing the kitchen from any mishaps in case you get distracted (while trying to stay as close to Loki as possible so he can feel your body against his). When you finally do turn to face him, his eyes are dark with need, but brows pinched with insecurity.

“You still need to prove just how sorry you are, my love.”

Your words are absorbed slow enough to see the stages he passes through before he pulls you close and steels your breath away with his lips, tongue, hands, and…oh god.

[quatschmachen]

Jacuzzi

Continuation finally the conclusion .. ish

Masterpost

Preceding

XXXXX

It seemed like Eleanor accepted this excuse at face value as she shifted topics onto the upcoming big year for Etienne and engaged him about the birthday plans.

Calvin shifted his focus to consuming food, enjoying the freshness of the bread. Thinking that if things really went south with Ed perhaps he could just console himself on baked goods for an entire month…

XXXX

Feeling content after the delicious food, Etienne wondered what Calvin had in mind when they left the bakery. Eleanor had left for whatever duties she had, effectively abandoning them together.

Calvin stretched and looked around the bustling town before glancing at Etienne. “You going your own way or do you want to hang out?”

For some reason, Etienne, after having Eleanor dash his hopes for sex, had not considered ditching Calvin. They still had a night in Banff, and the idea of just noodling off on his own, while an attractive proposition, hadn’t exactly taken flight.

“Erh--,” he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel as he gave a noncommittal shrug, “Hang out?”

An eyebrow raised, “Alright, I am just planning to wander…”

Etienne nodded, wondering if there was any way he could needle more information out of Calvin about him and Ed. Not that he cared or …anything.

There was quaint atmosphere within the crisp town as they wandered down the cobbled street. There were many gift stores full of Canadiana specially marked for foreign tourists.

“Do you need a fur lined HBC blanket for five thousand?” Calvin jokingly asked Etienne as they stared into the window of one of these stores.

“Already have one,” came the absent-minded reply.

Surprised Calvin looked at him. “What?”

“Hmm an original…”

“Does it still exist? Wouldn’t it be you know… mouldy or something? I mean you are no spring chicken.”

Etienne gave him a disparaging look. “It’s on my bed…”

“You still use it?”

“Yes? Why would I buy a new blanket when mine is perfectly fine?”

“Oh my god… a relic sleeping with a relic… I guess its fitting.”

Annoyed Etienne gave him a punch in the arm. “I am not that ancient, Calvin!”

“If you say so, you use your old age so much I expect you already to be using Viagra.”

“That… that was really low.”

“I can go lower,” came the blithe reply as Calvin wandered into an antique store. It was musty with a hint of incense.

“Why are you entering this? Don’t you have enough horses?”

“Mmm I’m not looking for that…”

“You mean you are actually looking for something?”

“Mmmyaaah sort of.”

“But this is all… grandma stuff,” Etienne gestured towards the lace doilies, old teacups, and teapots. “Sure you in the right section?”

“Of course…” Calvin had stopped in front of the fussiest of teacups. Tilting his head, he thoughtfully studied the blue and orange floral pattern on white, intertwined in a suffocating manner. Closing his eyes, he stood there as if trying to envision the reaction before giving a firm nod. “This is it…”

“You’re taking the ugliest cup from here!?” Etienne hissed, “Look at the offensive colour scheme! Orange and blue don’t go well together and those shades are just off! Are you buying for your worst enemy?!”

Calvin smiled. “You could say that.”

“Who??” Etienne frowned, “Edith?? Doesn’t she possess that old lady teacup collection?”

He did not like the considering look Calvin was shooting his way. “Edith’s collection?”

“Yes! That’s what Ed said when I visited and I saw that giant cabinet!”

“Etienne… and when Edith moved out… where did the cabinet go?”

“It stayed in the house – it’s too fragile to move.”

Slowly Calvin lifted the teacup and saucer in front of Etienne. “Even if the cups are carefully packed away and then the cabinet carefully moved?”

“Well… wait.” An uncomfortable feeling was settling into his throat, “You mean… he lied to me?”

“Apparently so… You didn’t pick up that Ed embodies the fussy Ukrainian grandma stereotype to some degree, right down to the small shrine to Gretzky in the corner of his house?”

“Wait… so… that… collection is his but…” Etienne frowned, feeling like the pit of his stomach was crawling out of him trying to escape the swirling thoughts and the overwhelming emotion of crappiness seeming to overtake him, “…why would he lie to me?”

“Buddy I have no clue…” Calvin musingly looked at the ugly teacup before adding almost like an after thought, “Maybe he was trying to impress you? Worried if he showed his real self you would run screaming? I mean…” here he gave a laugh, “Why the hell would someone as cool as you be interested in a man who obsessively gardens and makes his own jam?”

“…He makes his own jam?”

“Yeah?? Haven’t you heard of his crab apple jelly?”

“He said he bought it at a farmer’s market when he visited…” Etienne remembered the event clearly. He had been excitedly waiting for Ed to visit him; it was beginning of October, the final days of autumn vainly clinging to the trees but the chill of winter already creeping under collars. It had been a pleasant surprise when Ed mentioned he would be visiting, it had been a good six months since they had last seen each other. It was not that Etienne had missed him, the time usually went by fast but there were moments when he… there would be a pause and he wished Ed was there to share that moment. He had even managed to convince Elyse to help him sort of clean his apartment for this event. Well, she had popped open a beer and critiqued his apartment, guilting him into at least sweeping and straightening a cover, before she began yelling at the TV when the politics on the news got her attention.

Ed was looking good, coming with a nice bag full of goodies he had bought at the farmer’s market, different jellies and even some cookies. Those cookies were damn good and Etienne felt his mouth water remembering the soft flakey texture of the peanut butter cookies crumbling in his mouth. But grandma-like qualities? Was that what you would call it? With Ed just casually straightening a cushion or two, or obsessively cleaning his kitchen? The fact that whenever Ed left, his apartment was somehow cleaner than when he had arrived… God, he had been blind.

That crab apple jelly… he had enthused over it. He remembered opening it and smelling the scent. Spreading it across the fresh bread bought from the bakery across the way, how the tart taste tingled on his taste buds and his expression of complete bliss. How modest Ed seemed to be as his face flushed adorably, mentioning that he had bought this from one of his favourite vendors.

“Why would I be too cool for jam?”

“Oh I dunno.” Calvin was squinting through the handle of the tea cup, tongue poking out slightly before he muttered, “Pew pew!”

“Calvin! This is a serious question!”

“Geez… look, buddy. Maybe Ed was so busy putting on a cool front because he assumed due to being casual you wouldn’t want him warts and all? He put on the vision he thought you wanted to see and repressed any of his not-cool stuff? I mean hell… he’s just some Podunk small city, you know? Probably thought you hanging out with him was some sort of strange favour… I mean. I guess it’s best that you two stopped doing whatever your relationship was. I mean with me he can be his full self and I’m fine with it. I mean he can tolerate me at my worst, and I take him at his worst. Sure, words may be said now and then… but it’s going to be fine. Anyways… I’m going to purchase this.”

With that, Calvin turned away and walked towards the till, leaving Etienne deep in thought.

The rest of the day passed with Etienne mulling over this, attempting to pretend that this revelation wasn’t bothering him. Probably explained why he bought some more wine, and how he and Calvin ended up nude in the Jacuzzi, the stars shining above them, alcohol in hand.

Getting drunk. Etienne didn’t want to think about missed opportunities and what if’s anymore. He was Over It.

Which is what he was muttering to himself as he cracked open his third bottle of wine.

Calvin was on his fourth beer, his words beginning to slur as he began to expound upon the qualities of Bert’s cow, Buttercup.

“Not only is she gentle but she produces some of the best milk ever… so thick and creamy… love drinking it pretty much straight from her… like a mother’s milk…”

Turning, he looked at Calvin thinking how he was good looking, feeling a little bitter about the entire situation. A blackness seemed to be writhing around inside of his stomach as he moved closer to him, some sort of dark self-loathing mixed with jealousy. Lazily he reached out and began to gently play with a piece of Calvin’s golden hair.

“Your hair is so soft, like a downy goose…” Etienne murmured as he moved even closer, pressing his chest up next to Calvin’s bare arm.

“Hmmn?” Contentedly Calvin closed his eyes, leaning into the gentle touches, letting himself be massaged until he somehow ended up with Etienne’s arm around his shoulders, head leaning against him. “Don’t stop, that feels good.”

“Ohh?” Tilting his head down, his lips brushing against Calvin’s forehead, Etienne murmured, “How good?”

“Mmnnn you’re comfy…” Calvin finished his beer can and set it on the side as he turned to give Etienne a rather soft, drunken look.  “You ever regret not giving in to love Etienne?”

“Mm? What do you mean?” he was surprised at the question wondered if the man was trying to distract him from the slight flush on his cheeks.

“I mean you’re always so afraid it seems. I mean even when things between me and Ed look bleak… even if we were to you know break up. I think I will always be glad to have tried it at least once you know…” The eyes seemed to get a little dewy with sentimental tears, “Maybe you should try to stop being so prickly? I mean hell you’re so old, you need to at least try some things that are different… must be so boring being alone.”

“I am not alone like that,” Etienne responded a little too roughly, his eyes fixated on the soft lips speaking those annoying words, “You make me out like some sad loser…”

“No not a loser. Alone maybe, afraid… so old you forgot how to feel…”

Leaning closer so their foreheads touch, Etienne murmured, “Trust me… I know how to feel…”

It was now or never, Etienne thought as he closed the small gap between them, his mouth softly touching against Calvin’s. He hadn’t thought his heart would be beating so wildly at this action, at this violation of trust and he knew he should stop. He didn’t.

Briefly he could feel Calvin respond, the soft sigh escaping him. The kiss he pressed more firmly the electricity tingling from where their lips touched straight to his groin. He realized that he had never fully taken charge in an encounter with this man. How pliable would he be beneath him in bed?

Slowly he let his hand drift down to settle upon the blonds responding erection and gave it a small tug.

It was that gesture which snapped Calvin’s eyes open as he forcefully pulled away from Etienne almost gasping for sanity. “Stop!”

“Hmm?” Perturbed and grumpy that his plan was not going as he wanted, Etienne frowned, “Why? I mean… you clearly want to… who would know?” he purred. “It’s only us… it would just be a one night stand… we could release some… tensions…”

Calvin’s expression seemed to falter before he abruptly stood up, awkwardly turning away from Etienne as he exited the Jacuzzi. “I can’t. It’s wrong… I mean…” wrapping the towel around his waist he turned and looked towards him, face bright red but determined, “That will be all I would think about each time I visit here. How I betrayed him. I can’t. I am simply not that type of man, Etienne. It would mean something to me. Etienne, I am just not that person to be so casual.”

“Betray him? I thought you two had a big blow out fight?” came the desperate stab in the dark.

Surprise across the face followed by, “How did you-?”

“Oh it’s obvious,” Etienne flubbed in a confident manner.

“Well! Even if we have had a fight I am not having sex with you! Sure, I may find you attractive but that doesn’t mean anything has to happen!” He paused as if just realizing what he had said and he quickly and awkwardly walked away from the man.

Etienne sat there in the Jacuzzi, annoyed that his plan did not work out, wondering why he felt annoyed and sort of relieved that Calvin was being who he was.

Was he really so low as to attempt to fully fracture this relationship with such a move?

XXXXXX

It was a tense morning when they packed after a silent night, which Calvin had spent on the couch clearly not trusting to sleep beside Etienne.

Words were barely passed between them and it was a relief when they checked out to go their separate ways.

What disturbed Etienne the most was the fact he was actually missing the presence of the blond as he entered the airport terminal.

His feelings were too much of a mess. He really hated himself.