#c’mere alex. let me show you some love

[theoryofwhatnow]

we need more alex forbes stans around here

[toxic3mmy]

Imagine it being Alex’s and your first time, he would be so nervous but he’d calm down because you would make him feel okay about being inexperienced 😋

virgin alex is just 🧑‍🍳 💋 MWAH!!! thx for the request!

prompt: you’re ready to lose your virginity to your boyfriend alex

warning!! smut!!! virgin!reader x virgin!alex

you and alex had done many things together. he loved to kiss you. he really loved your sweet, soft lips and honestly could die happily with a kiss from you before death.

and you definitely loved to kiss him, too. you also loved his roaming hands.

sometimes, when things would progress further and you both needed more, of course you would meet his needs.

you’d never hesitate to give him a handjob or even to suck his beautiful cock. when you felt a bit more adventurous, you would slip his cock between your plump breasts and get him off in that way.

in return, alex would always take care of you too. he loved the feeling of his tongue focused on your clit. your new favorite thing was when alex would let you ride his thigh while he said sweet things in your ear.

but now you were certain that you wanted to go further. you were still a virgin just like him but you knew how to please him and how to make yourself feel good, too. you’ve seen enough porn to understand just how to make both your first time’s perfect.

alex invited you over to his house for the weekend and you knew it would be perfect timing. you’d packed your prettiest lingerie just to feel and look great.

you were currently sitting on the couch in his living room with alex sitting with you in between his legs in front of him. you were watching the current show you two had been binge watching, alex watching intently.

you rested your hands on his thighs which were outside of yours. you played it off as being casual. you slowly began to wriggle in your seat. you moved your ass closer and closer to his crotch, making sure to move side to side.

alex felt a warm sensation pooling in the pit of his stomach, just as you did.

“y/n? everything o-okay?” he asked, gulping loudly

“yeah, just getting comfortable” you smiled innocently at him

you kept on rubbing your ass against his semi hard dick and smirked to yourself as your plan was working.

your hands rubbed his thigh, traveling underneath his shorts and creeping closer to his clothed cock.

“alex… kiss me” you said, moving one hand to hold his face.

you turned your face over your shoulder and he crashed his lips to yours. your hand stayed on his face while the other hand found alex’s larger hand and lead it down to your heat, needing some kind of attention there.

alex feverishly kissed your lips as he rubbed your clothed pussy. his other hand traveled around you and underneath your shirt. his fingers rubbed your hard nipple and you couldn’t hold in the whimpers escaping your lips.

“please… i need more” you moaned, out of breath

“come on princesa, let’s take this to my room” he said as he stood up and took your hand in his, leading the both of you to his bedroom. alex began leading you to his bed when you let go of his hand and in response he looked up at you with a confused look on his face.

“i’m just going to freshen up a bit” you said as you rushed into the bathroom connected to his room. you closed and locked the door behind you. you then took off your t shirt and shorts, leaving you in a pink babydoll dress that was completely see through and matching lacy panties. you quickly took your hair down from its ponytail and fluffed it up a bit for more volume. the last thing you did was put on a few spritz of your favorite perfume on your neck and wrists. you took one last look at yourself and exited the bathroom.

alex looked up when you stepped out and his jaw dropped.

“you look so.. so sexy y/n.. c’mere, let me look at you”

you moved closer to him and felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks as he grabbed your hand and slowly spun you around. you felt him looking you up and down and you absolutely loved the attention.

“i um, i want to ask you something” you said, nervously messing with your hair

“i think that with you looking this gorgeous, i’ll say absolutely yes to whatever you ask” alex chuckled

“well.. i want you to be my first… and i want to be your first as well”

“mi amor, are you sure? i don’t want you to feel rushed or pressured or anything. i want you to be certain about this” alex responded, with a sincere look in his eyes

“i’ve really thought it over and i want it to be you” you assured him

“but i’ve never, you know, um done this before. what if i’m not good at it?” he said insecurely

“i know that whatever happens, i’ll absolutely love because it’s with you. it’s my first time too, okay? we’re in this together alex”

“o-okay, but please if you feel uncomfortable or change your mind and want to stop, let me know. i want to make sure that you’re taken care of always hermosa” alex nodded while saying this and it made you smile because of how sweet your boyfriend was

“okay”

you laid alex down onto the bed and began to kiss him just as passionately as before. your hands tugged at his shirt and you helped him take it off along with his shorts. you didn’t stop kissing him as your hand made its way into his boxers. you moved your hand up and down his achingly hard cock. meanwhile, his hands rested at your ass. he squeezed your ass and pulled you closer

“can you-ah please s-slow down.. it feels too good, but i don’t want to finish y-yet” alex said in between whiny little whimpers

you did as he asked and pumped his dick as slowly as possible. you pulled away from his lips and leaned down, without breaking eye contact, you licked his tip gently. alex whimpered loudly and his hips were practically fucking into your fist.

you didn’t want him to finish yet so you stopped the attention on his tip and continued to move your hand slowly. alex reached underneath your sheer babydoll dress, moved your panties aside and began touching in between your wetness. you let out stifled moans as he played with your pussy.

“you sound so fucking good… look at you baby” alex said as he took off your dress

his mouth kissed hotly down from your neck to your hard nipples. he gave each nipple the same amount of attention, nipping and sucking at them roughly. as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, he slowly pushed two fingers into you. it was the first time he ever went inside you and jesus fuck did it feel euphoric.

“is that.. okay? am i hurting you?” alexis asked nervously

“o-oh… mmmf fuck ‘lex, it feels incredible, can you please c-curl your fingers up some” you moaned out

alex nodded and did just that. he angled his fingers up and you loved the feeling so much.

you couldn’t focus on touching his cock as alex had his fingers curling up inside of you. you placed both your hands in his hair as he finger fucked you and continued to work on your breasts. his fingers went deeper and deeper inside of you, at the perfect angle just like you instructed

“take these off” you whined, helping alex pull off his boxers. you followed his lead and took your panties off, throwing them aside.

“are you sure you want to do this, y/n? i don’t want to hurt you” he worriedly said

“i’m sure alex… please baby, i need you. i want you” you said softly to him

you were in his lap still. you raised yourself up and aligned him at your entrance. you slowly sat down and felt his thick cock stretching you. the pain quickly subsided into immense pleasure. you couldn’t help but tear up at how good you felt

“are you okay, princesa?” alex said, stopping his movements inside of you

“yes, yes, i’m g-good. please don’t stop…” you moved your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself

alex leaned back down onto his elbows as you began to bounce on his dick. you moaned loudly at every thrust.

“you feel so good….. s-so good princesa” alex whined

you kept moving, occasionally slowing your movements to prolong reaching your climax. you didn’t want this to end.

alex sat up and held your hips,

“do i feel good? i-inside of you?” he asked, circling his arms around your back to hold you close

“si mi amor.. this feels amazing” you said as you continued to move up and down

he kissed you deeply as he stopped moving and buried his cock so deep inside of you. he pulled away from your lips and began to move, slowly speeding up his thrusts

“are you feeling okay? am i doing good?” he asked

“god, yes! you’re doing so fucking well, please go faster! touch my clit baby” you pleaded

alex obliged. he fucked into you as he used one hand to support you and the other played with your throbbing clit. you leaned back and felt him fucking into your g spot. one of your hands was on the bed and the other immediately grabbed onto the arm he was supporting you with. as his every thrust met that perfect spot inside of you, your nails dug desperately into his arm

“f-fuck, i can feel you tightening around me” alex moaned out

“i’m so close, please…” you felt a tightening in your belly and your legs began to shake and you knew you were almost there

alex fucked into you until you came, dripping cum all down his cock. he was quick to follow with a groan of your name. he slowed his thrusts to a stop and you got off of his lap and laid down next to him

“that was… amazing alex… thank you for being my first” you said, cuddling up next to him as you came down from your high

“thank you for being mine y/n. i really love you, you know?”

“i love you more alex”

[iboatedhere]

I just read 'Savasana' 🧘‍♀️🐶 - and I loved it !! And now I'd like to send you a prompt for June, just like you asked. 😍 It were actually three wordings that piqued my interest, if you don't mind.

the smell of sunscreen + the warmth on your naked skin + sailboat

Maybe it'll fit and inspiration will strike !! Thank you. 🙏✨️

“I’ve decided to sue “The Daily Mirror.””

“Cool,” Alex says as he folds his arms behind his head. “Give me a few years, and I can represent you.”

“No,” Henry says, “you’re suing them with me. You’re a plaintiff, too.”

“Am I now?”

Henry heaves a sigh, and even though Alex’s eyes are closed behind his sunglasses, he knows how Henry is standing: hands on his hips, chin out, with a crease between his brows.

“They’re printing lies about you. About us. That photo is incredibly out of context, and I don’t know how you are just sitting here and taking it—.”

“Sweetheart,” Alex interrupts, pushing himself up on one elbow as he slides his sunglasses onto the top of his head. Henry is standing just as Alex had imagined, but now one foot is tapping impatiently against the boat's deck, a conflicting rhythm to the gentle waves slapping against the hull. “Everyone prints lies about us, weekly if not daily. If we sued everyone who did it, we’d never find time to live our lives. Plus, I’m not sitting here and taking it. I’m lying here.” He falls back and lowers his glasses. “On the deck of this beautiful sailing yacht you’ve rented, in the middle of Lake Como, and I’d really like it if you joined me.”

Henry’s foot taps three more times before he drops down onto the deck, not close enough to touch but close enough that Alex can feel the heat rolling off his bare skin.

Alex understands Henry’s anger because he knows exactly what photo he’s talking about.

Last night, they docked in Bellagio and ate dinner on a terrace with stunning views, fresh seafood, and an extensive wine menu.

They were a bit tipsy after, and the streets back to the docks were narrow and cobblestone, causing them to go single file at one point.

Henry, ever the gentleman, let Alex go first, and Alex, after three glasses of wine, had to concentrate on the sidewalk in front of him.

The photo sold to “The Mirror” was a split-second shot of Alex frowning and Henry walking behind him, making it look like they had a huge argument. Or at least that's how the tabloids are framing it.

A photo snapped a second earlier or later would show Alex’s hand in Henry’s and Henry’s face tipped down to whisper into Alex’s ear, a smile on both their faces.

But happiness doesn’t sell.

It sucks, but Alex isn’t going to let it ruin their vacation.

They’ve been on the lake for nearly two weeks now, practically a lifetime, considering they still live an ocean apart and only see each other in grainy FaceTime calls.

Alex knows they’re on borrowed time. Soon, The Crown will call Henry home under the guise of some bullshit Royal obligation, and Zahra will have an aneurysm when she sees another shirtless photo of Alex online, and they’ll be called back to their separate corners of the world.

For now, though, they have warm weather, clear water, and a completely private cabin on their sixty-foot sailer.

“C’mere,” Alex says, holding his arm out for Henry to fall into.

“You know we’re not really alone,” Henry says, eyes flitting to the coastline. Amy, Cash, and Henry’s personal security on nearby vessels can keep people from getting too close physically, but they’re helpless against telephoto lenses.

“I know. I guess we’ll have to be all over each other all the time so they don’t have a chance to say that we hate each other. What a hardship.”

Henry rolls his eyes but shifts to stretch out beside Alex, his head pillowed on his bicep.

Alex turns and kisses Henry's forehead, breathing in sweat and the sweet coconut scent of his sunscreen. Henry’s gone from pale to burnt to peeling to a deep golden, like one of the sculptures they danced around at the V&A.

“It just feels like an act,” Henry starts, his fingers playing with the key on Alex’s chest. “Not that I don’t love this—but to be on every second of every day, being afraid of what will be said about you if the truth slips through…I thought I left that life. I’m still in it.”

“I get that,” Alex says, counting the freckles across Henry’s nose. “But you’re not alone in it anymore. I’m right here.”

“Thank goodness for that,” Henry says, his lips brushing Alex’s bare shoulder. “And I do suppose you have a point.”

He pushes himself up and over Alex, catching his mouth in a kiss and tasting the sun in his smile.

[ballroomfitz]

Build Me Up Buttercup- A Fallout New Vegas One-Shot

Dr. Alex Richards/Male Courier 6

On a quiet night at Camp Forlorn Hope, Dean joins Dr. Alex Richards for a cigarette

Camp Forlorn Hope was quiet for once that night (or as quiet as anywhere in the Mojave could get) and Dean couldn’t sleep. Boone was sleeping for once, and Dean couldn’t shake the paranoia that came without at least one of them having their guard up. He could stand to be more trusting, he supposed, but then again, the last time he relied on the kindness of strangers, it got him a bullet in the brain. 

He wandered lethargically through the camp, whistling a song from long before the war he’d caught on some morning radio show or another.

“What’re you doing up so late, handsome?”

Dean turned around. Dr. Richards was sitting on a rough wooden plank, his face lit only by a lit cigarette. Dean shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Tell me about it.”

Dean sat down. “Spare a cig?”

Richards handed Dean a cigarette. “C’mere.” He carefully leaned in, with a lit cigarette in his mouth, and touched the tip of his cigarette to Dean’s. Dean closed his eyes, trying to take a moment

Richards pulled back and laughed. “Chrisssakes, are you wearing cologne?”

Dean laughed, a little embarrassed. “Found some herbs growing by the highway on my way from Primm. Keep ‘em in my coat pocket.”

“Unbelievable,” Richards shook his head with a smile. “Well, just wait it out. Believe me, you spend enough time out here, vanity goes out the window fast.”

“Guess so,” said Dean. “But I gotta hold on to the little things, just so I don’t lose myself.”

Richards looked out at the sky, thick with smog. “I used to wear cologne. Real stuff, from the bottle. I used to get my suits tailored. Used to go out dancing, even.”

“You still dance?”

“Maybe when the war’s over, honey.”

“I’ve heard Cali’s good for that,” said Dean. “Dancing.”

Richards smirked. “God, has the cruising dried up around here. No pun intended.”

“Do you have anyone waiting for you back home?” said Dean.  

Richards smiled bitterly. “I did. He used to write every week. Silly little love notes I’d hide in my cot to look at when I got lonely. After a few months, though, they dried up,” Richards flicked some ash off his cigarette. “I like to think he’s moved on, for his sake. How about you, handsome?” 

“I could never hold on to anyone for long,” said Dean. “Boyfriends, girlfriends- somehow we always seemed to drift apart once the novelty wore off,” Dean paused. “But it gets lonely out here, don’t it?”

“You have no idea,” sighed Richards. 

“Heard through the grapevine the NCR isn’t the most accommodating,” said Dean. “For boys like us.”

“You heard right, more or less. Though it depends where they stick you. Out here? Not a chance.”

“Don’t your superiors mind?” said Dean. “Let’s call a spade a spade, you’re not exactly discreet.”

“What are they going to do?” said Richards. “Discharge their only halfway competent medic? Maybe if I stop being useful.”

“You ever wish you’d stay behind?”

Richards stopped and blew out a puff of smoke. “I won’t put on some kind of show of self-sacrifice for you,” said Richards. “Every goddamn day. I thought I was here to serve my country. To defend glorious democracy. What a joke, what a sick fucking joke. But if it wasn’t me, it’d have to be someone else. And I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” 

Richards took a drag of his cigarette and closed his eyes. “But I try not to dwell on it. Sounds awful, but they all melt together at a certain point. But God, some things . . . Two years ago, I had to amputate the leg of this kid, Christ, he couldn’t’ve been a day older than nineteen. I had to use the last of the morphine to knock him out, he wouldn’t stop bawling,” Richards sighed. “And they posted him up in the watchtower, figured he was still good for something if he could hold a gun. I told them they’d be crazy not to send him home, they said he wasn’t on the front lines so he’d be fine,” Richards kept his gunpowder green eyes fixed on the horizon. “They killed him, they killed that kid. They told his girlfriend and his parents that he’d died in combat, they let them imagine he’d gone down in some big heroic stand. Kid died for nothing, he got shot by a Legion sniper before he even had the chance to see him,” Richards rubbed his temples. “God. Yeah, I do, I do wish I’d stayed behind.”

Dean leaned over to touch Richards’ hand. Richards looked at him and took a long drag of what was left of his cigarette, before he flicked the butt on the ground. Richards grabbed the back of Dean’s head and pulled him in hard for a kiss. Dean leaned forward hungrily, feeling his rough, stubbly chin, keeping an iron grip on the neck of Richards’ shirt. Richards slowly pulled away and gently ran his calloused thumb along Dean’s cheek. “In another life, buttercup. In another life.”

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted - part 12

Woohoo I finally wrote! And I'm leaving y'all on a cliffhanger to make you hate me even more! Sorry... I am currently writing the next chapter though, so hopefully that'll be up shortly. Thanks for sticking around during my little hiatus. I hope you enjoy!

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: some smut (18+), swearing, alcohol usage

It’s my birthday. 

Normally, I wake up sad on my birthday. I’m not really sure why. Maybe because a birthday makes you think of who really cares, and you’re expecting messages from people, and when they don’t come, you feel like you don’t matter. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and that freaks me out. Whatever it is, I’m glad that I don’t wake up on this birthday feeling sad.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that Colson is in bed beside me. He’s on his side, hand tucked under his head, and he sleeps soundly. I love the way that the sunlight catches his face, giving him a warm glow. He’s become so special to me so quickly. I’ve never been so happy, and I know you’re not supposed to find happiness solely in a relationship. I think Colson is just enhancing my life. A friend turned partner. It’s perfect.

It hasn’t even been a month since we made it official but I can’t help what I’m feeling. I’m at the edge of the cliff, so close to falling in love with Colson it’s scary. I won’t admit it any time soon, not until he does, but I feel it. How can I not? Colson is kind, funny, caring, and sexy. We get along great and I’m so much happier when I’m with him. 

I’m daydreaming about our relationship so deeply that I don’t notice his eyes are open until he says my name. I jump a little and meet his eyes, smiling sheepishly. “Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey,” Colson says with a sleepy grin. “C’mere.” I scoot closer, letting him wrap me in his arms. Warm lips press to my forehead and he gives me a squeeze. “Happy birthday, baby.”

I smile and nuzzle in closer. “Thank you,” I say. 

Colson told me last night, two glasses of wine in, that his birthday present was something amazing. I couldn’t get anything else out of him, no matter how hard I tried, and now that I’m remembering it again, I’m eager to find out what it is. 

“Hey,” I say, looking up at him. “When do I get my present?”

Colson laughs. “Later tonight. Probably after dinner.” He’s taking me out to dinner and then we’ll spend the night here. 

“I guess I’d better get up and start getting ready,” I say. 

Colson gives me a kiss, squeezing my ass. “Yeah. You do that.” 

Later that night, I drive over to Colson’s place in my birthday outfit, a silky red dress that hugs my curves. Sophie and Alicia helped me pick it out and I feel beautiful in it. I can’t wait to show Colson.

I park in my usual spot in the driveway and let myself into the house. Pete is on the couch and he smiles, hopping to his feet. “Hey! Happy birthday!” he says, wrapping me in a hug. He smells good and his hug is warm. I’ve stopped trying to convince myself that I don’t still feel something for Pete. It’s pointless to keep lying to myself. 

Pete pulls back from the hug and turns his head. “Kells! Alex is here!” he calls, then turns back to me. “You look beautiful,” he says, and I’m surprised to see a glimpse of what looks like pain in his deep brown eyes. It makes my heart squeeze in my chest. But there’s something else there, too…mischief?

“Hey,” I say, narrowing my eyes. 

Pete stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks at me innocently. “What’s up?”

“Do you know what my birthday present is going to be?” 

Pete opens his mouth to say something, but then I catch sight of Colson over Pete’s shoulder and my face lights up with a smile. Colson smiles right back as he saunters over. Pete steps out of the way and Colson cups my face, tipping it up so he can kiss me. “Hi,” he murmurs. 

“Hi,” I say through a smile, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

“Ready to go?” he asks, and I nod. Colson pulls away and turns to Pete. “See you later, brother.”

“See ya. Have fun,” Pete says from where he’s returned to the couch. I shoot what I hope is a menacing look at him over my shoulder as Colson takes my hand and we walk outside. Pete just winks and waves, and fuck if I don’t feel that wink right between my legs. 

Colson takes me to my favorite restaurant - Texas Roadhouse, duh - and we order drinks to start, sharing a basket of rolls. He looks so handsome, slightly dressed up. He just got a haircut - long on top and short on the sides, and it really suits him. The sides are his natural, darker color and the top of bleach blonde. “I love your hair, by the way,” I tell him.

Colson chuckles. “So you’ve said. A couple hundred times,” he teases.

I lightly kick his shin beneath the table and giggle. “Leave me alone. I just really like it, okay?” 

“I like yours, too,” Colson agrees. “And that dress. Goddamn.” His voice lowers as his eyes dip to my cleavage, and he takes his lip between his teeth as his eyes glaze over.

I blush and look around. “Save it for later, ya perv,” I joke, reaching for his hand. Colson takes my hand in his and leans in to kiss my knuckles, holding eye contact with me. My heart flutters in my chest, and suddenly, I realize I can’t deny another lie I’ve been telling myself. I’m 100% in love with Colson. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, blue eyes burning into mine. 

I shrug. “Nothing important,” I lie. 

We eat a delicious dinner and talk the entire time. On the drive back to his house, Colson pushes the hem of my dress up and rests his hand on my thigh, thumb stroking gently. Heat shoots between my legs and I bite my lip. I literally can’t get enough of him. 

He’s initiated every time, mainly because I’m terrified of rejection, and even though he’s my boyfriend now, I’m still scared it’ll happen. I glance over at him as he drives and he smiles at me. I turn my body and lean over, kissing his neck. Colson tenses up, breath hitching. “What are you doing?” he purrs.

“Nothing,” I murmur into his warm skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over the side of his neck. Reaching over, I untuck his shirt from his dress pants and slip my hand beneath his shirt to feel his stomach. Colson curses quietly under his breath and then his hand covers mine and pulls it back. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask, tracing my tongue over the double x tattoo behind his ear, a surefire way to make his dick hard. And it does. I watch as his pants begin to tent. 

Colson lets out a shaky breath. “I have cake for us at home. Pete’s waiting to have some with us,” he says. “Can we just hold off until after? I don’t really want to walk into my house with a boner.”

“Mm,” I hum against his skin. “Just this once.” I pull back after tucking his shirt back in. He shifts in his seat and adjusts his cock in his pants, letting out a breath. Even in the late evening light, I can see the pink splotches on his cheeks and it makes me smile. 

When we pull up to the house, Colson comes to get my door. The inside is completely dark and I frown. “You sure Pete didn’t bail on us?” I ask. “Looks dark in there.”

Colson frowns, too. “He better not have,” he says irritably. “Maybe he fell asleep.” He takes my hand and leads me to the door. He unlocks it and we step into the pitch black. Out of nowhere, the lights flick on, and I jolt, shocked to find that the living room is filled with people. 

“Surprise!” they yell in unison, and that’s when I notice the party hats, the balloons, and the sign hanging from the doorway between the kitchen and living room reading ‘Happy Birthday Alex!’. 

I laugh and swat Colson’s stomach. “What the hell! You planned this?” I yell over the commotion.

Colson grins down at me and bends to kiss me softly. “Happy birthday, baby.”

I’m immediately bombarded by hugs, and I just can’t believe Colson pulled off a surprise party. A room full of people I love, with the one who planned it all being the one I love most. I smile at him from where Alicia has me in an embrace, and I narrow my eyes. So that’s why he didn’t want to fool around in the car. I’ll get him back later. 

I’m handed a drink and then we gather around the table to play waterfall, my favorite drinking game. It’s easy to get fucked up, but it’s so fun that I don’t even mind. Sure enough, after a few rounds, we’re all drunk and rowdy. I’m in Colson’s lap laughing loudly at something Slim said, and I’m so, so happy. 

The only problem is my wandering eye. 

I can’t help but notice Pete. He sits on the couch, legs in the perfect man-spread position, big, tattooed hand curled around a beer. His cheeks are rosy and his smile is warm and his voice jolts something within me whenever he talks. Plus, he keeps glancing over at me and smirking like an asshole.

But then I feel Colson’s warm hand on my hip, his lips against my shoulder, and I smile, remembering that this is my boyfriend. Sexy, smart, funny, and kind, Colson is mine. So why am I still hung up on Pete?

“Can we play truth or dare but with only dares?” I slur, and the group laughs. 

“We pretty much already know everything about each other,” Rook says with a shrug. 

“Sure, birthday girl,” Slim says. “You wanna go first?”

“I can never think of good dares,” I pout. “You go first, babe.”

“Alright,” Colson says, looking around the circle. “Rook, I dare you to do a backflip.”

“Wait,” Alicia says. “Can you actually do one?”

Rook laughs. “Yeah, I can. Not sure how well when I’m this drunk, though.” The ceiling is high and Rook backs up away from the group. We all watch in awe as he throws a perfect backflip, landing solidly. Everyone cheers and Rook bows. 

The game continues on. We’re all coupled up, but everything always ends up sexual in nature. I return to Colson’s lap after Sophie fulfilled a dare given to her by Logan. She was dared to make out with me and she pulled me right into her lap for the dare. My heart is racing a little and it only quickens when I feel Colson’s erection against my ass. 

“That was hot, baby,” he murmurs against my ear. 

I hum in response, pleasantly drunk and turned on. I’m about to drag his ass from the room when Sophie speaks. 

“Kells, your turn,” she says. 

“Alright,” Colson says, scanning the room. His eyes land on Pete. something mischievous flickers in Colson’s eyes. “Pete,” he says. “I dare you to make Alex moan.”

The room falls awkwardly silent. Pete clears his throat, cheeks reddening. “Wh-what?” he asks.

“You heard me,” he says, eyes burning into Pete’s. “Dare’s a dare. She’s the birthday girl, after all.”

“Are you serious?” I ask, looking at Colson, who only nods. His eyes hold no jealousy, just smoldering desire, and he’s gotten even harder against me, if possible. I swallow hard and glance at Pete. 

“Shit,” Pete says, then laughs, patting his thighs. “Come here, Alex.”

It’s a good thing we’re all drunk. Colson pushes me off him and I stumble over to Pete, taking his hand as he pulls me into his lap. I glance around, and everyone’s eyes are on me. The guys are smirking and the girls just look intrigued. No one looks worried or scared. 

I glance at Colson and he nods, picking up his drink. “Go on, baby,” he tells me. 

I swallow hard and look at Pete, who’s staring up at me with dark eyes. Fuck, he looks hot. He bites his lip. “You okay with this?” he asks. I can’t speak right now, so a small nod is my only response. “Good,” he murmurs, and then he’s leaning in, wrapping soft lips around the side of my neck. I swallow hard and close my eyes, hands tightening on his shoulders. 

The heavy bass of a loud song pulsates in my body. I could moan now and end this, or I could milk it. I’m too drunk to feel guilty and I choose the latter. I let Pete’s lips explore my neck and chest, moving slowly down my cleavage. My chest heaves slightly and Pete huffs against my heated skin. I’m keeping it together relatively well until he decides to end me.

Suddenly, Pete’s big hands grip my ass hard and he drags his tongue up my cleavage and neck, and a moan slips out, uninhibited. It’s then that I remember our friends are surrounding us, and they celebrate Pete completing his dare. Pete gives my ass a little pat that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, and I get off his lap, returning to Colson. 

My boyfriend smirks and wraps his arm around me, resting his big hand on my thigh. He leans down into my ear. “Did you like that?” he murmurs. 

I look up at him, unsure of what to say. Shouldn’t Colson be jealous? He was the one to dare Pete in the first place. I’m confused. “I’ll be right back,” I say. I need to clear my head, get some fresh air. I push off the couch and walk out onto the back porch, feeling sober as soon as the cool air hits my skin. I draw in a deep breath and steady myself on the railing. What the fuck is going on?

Colson asked me to be his girlfriend. I suppose he never said anything specific about being exclusive, but I just figured that’s what we were doing. But now he’s daring his best friend to make me moan. Who does that? I’m not sure how to feel about it, but it’s hard to figure it out because my pussy aches between my thighs. I squeeze them together and let out a little helpless noise, closing my eyes. My throat tightens and the backs of my eyes begin to sting. I don’t know what to do with these feelings.

I don’t turn around when I hear the door whoosh open and shut behind me, but I do notice there are two sets of footsteps. I tense up slightly as Colson steps up beside me, leaning against the railing, but I do look over when Pete takes my other side. I blink in confusion, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What the hell is going on?” I ask helplessly.

Colson and Pete chuckle and I frown, glaring at Colson, whose smile fades immediately. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, putting a hand to my lower back. “I should’ve talked to you about it first to see if you were okay with it.”

“Why are you okay with it?” I blurt, looking up into his intense blue eyes. “I-I’m your girlfriend. Pete’s your best friend.” I jerk my thumb towards the other man. 

Colson chuckles and meets Pete’s eyes over my head before looking back down at me. “Alex,” he says. “I like threesomes. Okay?” My body tenses, and the ache between my legs intensifies. Just then, Pete scoots closer, pushing my hair off my shoulder. I look up at him and he just watches me with his lip between his teeth. 

“I like watching my girl get fucked,” Colson continues, cupping my chin so I’ll look at him. “I want to watch you with Pete. And I want him to watch you with me.”

“I want that, too,” Pete says huskily, and I swallow hard, looking over at him again. He plays gently with my hair. “I’ve never stopped being attracted to you, Alex. Just because I don’t really date doesn’t mean I don’t still fuck.”

I stare dumbly at him for a moment before turning back to Colson. “Am I hallucinating this?” I ask. “Is this a trick to see if I’m faithful?”

Colson chuckles and shakes his head. “No, this is real,” he murmurs, “and definitely not a trick. I’ve been paying attention and I think you want this, too.”

He steps closer and grabs one of my hips, turning my body so my back is pressed to his front. His hands slide over my curves and I breathe shallowly as I feel his erection press against me. Pete steps forward, a question in his eyes as his fingertips trace down my neck. I close my eyes and whimper almost painfully. I do want this, so badly it hurts. Is that wrong?

“Here’s what I think we should do,” Colson murmurs in my ear. “Pete and I take you to my room and we fuck you, make you come until you can barely move.” My eyes are locked on Pete’s as Colson speaks, and Pete’s already dark brown eyes seem to blacken. 

“But we need to hear that you want this, Alex,” Pete says as he steps into my space. His hands find a space on my waist above Colson’s, and his thumbs graze the undersides of my breasts through my silky dress. My breath hitches. 

“Mm, she’s hesitant,” Colson murmurs. “She wants to be a bad girl, but she’s scared.” It should feel degrading, having Colson talk about me right in front of me, but it only makes me ache more. Colson snaps his fingers and I jolt slightly. “Ah,” he says. “Let’s see what her body is saying.”

Pete smirks as Colson’s hand skims up beneath my dress. The red silk moves easily as his fingers move between my legs, skillfully pushing aside the crotch of my panties, which is soaked. Colson lets out a low, raspy groan as his fingers find me dripping wet. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “But I need to hear you say it, Alex.” 

I’m a shaken can of Coke ready to explode and I finally do. “Yes!” I blurt, cheeks reddening. “God, yes, I want it, I want both of you, please.” My words come out in a rush of breath and the boys chuckle together, meeting eyes. 

“Good girl,” Pete says, tipping my chin up as he leans down to kiss me. My legs weaken and Colson has to hold me up as Pete kisses me thoroughly, slowly at first but deeper as time goes on. I whimper helplessly into his mouth, gripping onto his shoulder with one hand and Colson’s wrist with the other. 

“P-please,” I squeak when he pulls back.

“Come on, baby,” Colson murmurs, pulling me towards the door. Pete follows close behind. Everyone’s still partying, pretty drunk now, so the three of us are able to easily sneak past everyone to Colson’s room. Pete locks the door behind us. 

Colson sits me on the bed and kneels down in front of me. Warm hands find my thighs, stroking gently, and there’s love in his eyes when he looks up at me. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Are you drunk?”

I shake my head no. “Tipsy, but not drunk.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. “Alex. Do you want this?”

I swallow hard, glancing at Pete who leans against the wall. I can see his erection through his gray sweats and I have to stifle a moan as I look back at Colson. “Yes, I want this,” I say firmly. 

Colson grins and pulls me in for a slow kiss. “If it ever goes too far,” he says against my lips, “you tell us and we’ll stop.”

“Don’t even feel bad about it,” Pete says. “We don’t give a fuck. We’ll stop when you want us to.” They’re both so serious and a huge chunk of my anxiety dissolves. I nod and smile at Colson, and then Pete.

“Boys?” I say.

“Yeah, baby?” Colson asks at the same time Pete says, “Yeah?”

I look between them, then get to my feet. Their eyes are locked on me as I reach behind myself and unzip my dress. Then, I let it slowly puddle onto the floor around my feet, leaving me in a lacy matching set, stockings high up on my thighs. 

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” Pete says, swallowing hard. 

“Yeah,” Colson croaks, staring me down. 

I put my hands on my hips and smirk. “Can you please stop being so gentle now and fuck me like you promised?”

[fearfully-fiction]

Missouri State Penitentiary pt.4-Tanner Wiseman x Raeder

Word count:3308

warnings: angstish, hurt/comfort, platonic fluff, language I think.

Summary: Based on Season 3, Episode 4 of DF. all credit goes to the crew, the show, and the channel! Reader continues the night without Tanner. finding solace in her friends until it is time to release Tanner from this challenge he was drawn into. 

(pic not mine!)

“Dakota.” you cried, your broken voice sounded through the dark. You felt completely lost and so you began to cry not knowing what was really going on around you. 

“Kota.” you cried again. 

Everyone heard your broken and voice and Immediately stopped. They looked all around and Alex turned his light on. They could hear you crying and as soon as the light found you Dakota was quick to get to you. He could see you shaking and tears running down your red cheeks. 

Your eyes quickly found the source of the light and saw your friend walk forward quickly. 

“Hey, hey c’mere. It’s ok,” he said and pulled you into a hug. You clung to him tightly too scared to let go just in case it would be dark and he would somehow be gone. You cried against his chest and held him tightly as he looked down at you with wide eyes. He really didn’t know your fear was this deep and it made his heart ache at the sight of you crying because of it. 

“Dakota, I’m scared. I couldn’t see and I tried to reach out for you or anyone and I couldn’t find you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m scared.” you whimpered. He held you closer to him and rested his head atop yours. “Don’t be sorry ok. You have no reason to be sorry. I know you’re scared, but we won’t let anything happen to you ok. You can hold someone’s hand if you need to. If you need a break just say so and we can all turn our flashlights on and stop for a bit. Don’t be scared or feel bad for asking that ok. We’ve got you, it’s what family does for each other.” he said quietly so you could hear him and it wouldn’t make you jump. He felt you nod against him and begin to pull away.  Your eyes were red as well as your nose from crying and because of the cold air nipping at your skin. He reached up and helped wipe the tears off of your cheeks. “You ok, (y/n/n)?” he asked you. “I will be, I love you guys so much. Thank you for not being upset with me,” you said with a sniffle. They all looked at you with sympathy in their eyes before each giving you a hug. You held them tightly. “We love you too. Now are you ok with getting started again or do you need some time?” Chelsea asked sweetly. “No, I’m ok. I’m ready now.” you nodded your head and wiped your cheeks once more. 

Everybody began walking again and you tried to keep up while timidly grabbing a hold of Alexs’ free hand. He looked down at you with a comforting smile, as you looked at him shyly. He squeezed your hand and made sure to hold it tightly to keep you close and safe. You did your best and managed to hold the camera fairly steady in one hand. You just tried to keep your attention in front of you and on the sounds of your friends’ voices so you wouldn’t get lost in your head and end up letting go of Alex. although you knew in your mind he wouldn’t let you go, he would keep you safe, they would keep you safe and they knew despite your fear you would keep them safe too. 

You felt Alex’s hold loosen and his hand slip away, you quickly reached out for him. “Alex?” you asked. “Hey, I’m right here I just had to adjust the camera a bit. I’m here,” he said and once again grabbed your hand in his keeping a firm grip on you. “Sorry, thank you,” you said quietly. “Don’t be sorry, we’ve got you,” he said and you felt him place a kiss on the top of your head. It made you smile knowing the people around you cared so much for you and each other, you were family, and in times like those it really showed. 

“Oh my gosh, I can’t see anything.” Chelsea chortled. You took a deep breath and told yourself that you were ok. The next thing you knew Dakota spoke up. 

“Oh my gosh, how many cells are there?” He asked astonishedly. He slowly rounded the corner

“Jeez, this is big,” he stated and continued into the large cellblock. You looked around with your camera showing the things around you making sure to capture your surroundings and be able to see where you were going. For a brief moment, Chelsea looked back to make sure you were still with them. She noticed your hand in Alex’s and smiled a bit knowing how comfortable you felt with them. Your affection with the group was nothing new, but it was sweeter to see you show it when you were afraid because they knew they brought you some semblance of comfort. 

“You ok, (y/n)?” you heard Chelsea ask you and your head snapped in the direction her voice came from just to see with her flashlight on. You looked at her with a small smile. “Yeah. I’m ok. How about you? Are you doing ok, I know this place is pretty freaky.” you said. She nodded at you, “Yeah, I’m alright just feeling the usual feeling like every overnight.” she said and you chuckled. “Yeah. I get it.” 

“I’m gonna walk ahead a bit ok.” You heard Alex speak up from next to you. You looked up at him and did your best to hide the fear you had. 

“Yeah of course. Sorry, I’ve been holding you back for a while.” you apologize softly while letting go of his hand. “Hey, don’t be sorry. You haven’t been holding me back I want to make sure you’re ok, so don’t think of it that way ok.” He said and you nodded your head. “Thank you, Al,” you spoke up. “You don’t have to thank me, we’re all here for each other it’s what we do,” he said and gave you a quick side hug. He noticed that Chelsea had wandered forward and didn’t want to let you on your own in the dark so he once again grabbed your hand and tugged you along with him so you were with the group again. He gently released your hand once you were in the middle of everyone so you could keep close to them. Dakota’s flashlight shined down the long corridor of cells, and the daunting atmosphere of the whole place made you shiver. “Is there anybody here?” he asked. 

“It feels like, more claustrophobic in here. Everything just feels so compact in here.” Chelsea explained. “Yeah it feels so condensed, I can’t imagine being in this place when it was filled with so many people. Just the thought of it makes me uneasy.” You spoke up for the first time in a while. Chelsea looked at you walking next to her and gave an encouraging smile. “It must have been horrible,” Alex spoke up. 

You made your way up the stairs to the catwalk, and Chelsea had made sure that you were in front of her and behind Dakota. You concentrated on not tripping up the stairs as you ascended further into the prison. 

You stepped onto the catwalk behind Dakota and surveyed your surroundings. Everything was quiet except for your footsteps on the ground beneath you. As you walked along you got to thinking about Tanner. It made your heart begin to race, you knew you had to control yourself for the sake of everyone else but your worry was overwhelming. Him being alone in the complete dark while you were out here with your friends who are helping you. You were scared that something bad may be happening or maybe by some insane happenstance his sight would be gone when you got back to him. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and jumped out of thought. You turned around quickly just to see that Chelsea stood behind you. “Hey, why did you stop, are you alright?” she asked softly. You shook your head to clear it a bit before responding.”Yeah, I was just thinking about Tanner. I worried about him all alone in the dark down there. I just can’t wait to see him and know that he’s ok.” You explained to your friend. “I know you are (y/n/n), but I promise it will all turn out ok. We’ll see him soon enough and he’ll be ok,” she reassured you with a soft smile. You took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right,” you said. 

She squeezed your shoulder as she moved in front of you and her brother. She was now in the lead and you were now behind Dakota. 

“Hey, Dakota?” you said and he turned to look at you. “Yeah (y/n), are you alright?” he asked with a hint of worry in his voice. 

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I just wanted to know how you were you know. Prisons have always been really bad for you and I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” You said to your friend. You couldn’t see in the dark very well but a smile placed itself on his lips. 

“I’m ok, you know. Just a bit more scared than when we aren’t in locations like this. Just a bit more on edge.” he revealed to you. You reached forward and grabbed his hand. “Well you know if you need me I’m here ok,” you reassured him. He squeezed your hand to show his appreciation before continuing to follow his older sister. 

Hearing those words from you even when you were more scared than you had ever been was always incredible. No matter what, you always cared for them even when you may be in a worse situation, you put them as your top priorities. It never ceased to amaze them. 

You continued along the small catwalk when Dakota spoke up. 

“Can you make a noise? Can you give us some sort of sign? Just so that we know where to go.” he asked into the dark. 

You held your camera even tighter in your hands as you walked with them. You rounded a corner when all of a sudden you faintly heard something. Your eyes widened. 

“Did you hear that?” you and Chelsea accidentally spoke simultaneously. You looked at her over Dakota’s shoulder, and she had the same worried expression. 

“Do you hear that?” She asked quietly again. 

“What is that?” Dakota asked as well. “I don’t have a clue what that was,” you said quietly. 

You trekked forward and once again were about to round a corner when the noise got louder and all of you stopped for one second. All of a sudden you heard a loud noise that caused you to let out a scream. 

“Oh my god! There’s pigeons. Oh no!” You heard Dakota yell. “Shit, what the hell?!” you yelled. Dakota continued to scream. In your fear, you had unknowingly slipped past Dakota and clung onto Chelsea. 

Alex came rushing around the corner after you all shouting as well. “Oh, there’s a ton of them! Aah! You bitch!” Dakota yelled out as he clumsily backed up. (i hope I interpreted the bleep correctly. Let me know what it actually is cause I’m sort of dumb lol).

Everyone started to move around frantically, You and Chels ended up on the floor somehow while Dakota was almost tripping over you. Alex was flipping out as well. 

You and Chelsea had begun to laugh at the situation and the boy’s reactions. “Hey, Hey!” Alex yelled. One of the pigeons had flown closer which caused Dakota to once again panic, and let out one of the funniest things you had ever heard him say. 

“It’s like the frickin’ alpha one!” he shouted. Upon hearing his words you burst into a fit of laughter, and Alex laughed as well. Chelsea had gotten to her feet while you stayed in your position on the floor trying to control your laughter. Chelsea chuckled at you and helped you stand up. You finally caught your breath but the smile never left your face. 

“They’re all just staring,” Alex said. Once everything had calmed down a bit Dakota spoke up. “Ok, false alarm, debunked,” he said and you once again let out a small laugh. 

Dakota looked at you and smiled seeing one of the first genuine smiles from you throughout the whole night. 

Chelsea noticed your laugh and turned to see your big smile, and like her brother smiled at the thought of one little thing setting off such a positive feeling in you after you had just been crying and dying from fear. 

“Oh my god, I almost dropped my camera over the ledge,” Dakota told everyone with a smile on his face. You turned to look at Alex as he spoke up. “I really hate birds.” his words spurred a giggle from you. “I mean, I don’t blame you,” you said to him with a light-hearted tone. Everyone smiled at you. 

“Let’s go find the stairs. Let’s get back to the first floor.” Dakota said and you all moved a bit more quickly this time to get to the stairs. As you walked past, a pigeon fluttered its wings. 

“Don’t.” Chelsea pointedly spoke. “Don’t even...You dare.” Dakota said while keeping an eye on it while walking by. 

“Alright, c’mon we’re getting out of here,” you said and followed Chelsea down the stairs. 

“Yep.” Dakota agreed. 

As you reached the bottom steps Dakota spoke up again this time asking the question you had been thinking of non-stop since the moment you left. 

“I wonder how Tanner’s doing? We haven’t heard from him in a long time.”

Your smile unintentionally falters at the thought of your boyfriend alone down there, and you not having heard anything from him since earlier in the night. It caused you to shift your weight and fidget around anxiously. 

“It’s been a minute since we’ve heard from him. or even talked to him,” Dakota said. 

It made your heart sink and a feeling of guilt start to roll over you in waves at the thought of not checking in on him, and just, in general, letting him stay down there like that. 

Chelsea noticed your demeanor change and walked towards you. “Hey, what happened? You were just so happy,” she said in concern. “I just feel so bad. I feel like a horrible girlfriend for leaving him down there on his own blindfolded for three hours. I haven’t even once checked on him, Chelsea. I’m so horrible, I feel so guilty. What if he thinks I don’t care?” You blurted out. 

“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. You know he would not have let you stay down there with him he’s too stubborn. You are definitely not a horrible girlfriend at all, he knows you would have stayed down there with him the entire night if you had to. He knows you would have stayed the entire night down there so he wouldn’t have to. He knows you care, believe me, he knows. Everything is fine, I’m pretty sure we’re going to go get him any minute so just hold on a bit longer ok.” She said and you gave her a hug as best as you could. 

“How’s it going, Tanner?” Dakota asked loudly through the walkie. You could just picture in your mind how it would have made your boyfriend jump and it caused you to smile. 

You just hear through the walkie two words that make you laugh. “Holy shit.” Your laughter echoed off the walls, it made you happy hearing your boyfriend’s voice after not hearing it for so long. 

“How’s it going?” Dakota asked once again, in a much more tame fashion. Chelsea was quietly giggling. 

“I’m ready whenever you are, if you wanna get me out of here that’d be awesome” His voice came through, and immediately you stood up and were ready to exit the building. “Yeah, okay. We are going to come get you right now.” Dakota told him. You hurriedly exited the building and heard laughs coming from behind you and faint conversation. 

“Well someone’s in a hurry aren’t they?” Dakota asked with a goofy grin. “Running through the dark on her own, must mean he’s pretty important huh?” Chelsea spoke up with a chuckle. “We better go after her or she’ll trip like the last location,” Alex said. They all laughed and went after you. 

You got to the building first but stood waiting outside for everyone else to arrive so you could go in together. As soon as they were in sight you carefully but quickly made your way down the steps and to the small hallway once again. You heard footsteps close behind you as you arrived in front of the cell door. 

“Hey, babe, we’re here. Let’s get that off of you,” you said after entering the cell and walking toward your boyfriend. Your flashlight was turned on so you could see in the dark, and the comforting presence of the one you loved returned and it made you sigh in relief. “Oh, please,” he responded as you made quick and gentle work getting the blindfold off of him. Everyone was currently in the cells now. 

“Oh, dude, woah, what the hell?” He asked as he surveyed the area that he had been trapped in for three hours. “Yeah, I know right. It’s crazy,” you said as you looked down at him from your standing position. “This is not what I was picturing in my head,” Tanner spoke up again. “Really? Dakota asked. Your hand gently rested on his back and rubbed soothing circles across it. Trying to ease some of the tension that had built up not only in him but in you as well. 

“No, I like what was in my head more than this.” He explained. You cringed a bit. 

“Did you... Were you able to hear it better?” Dakota once again asked a question. You were antsy to get out of there and be able to have a moment with your boyfriend even if it was only for a few minutes. 

“I was hearing a bunch of stuff, like and the crazy thing is like I could sense my heartbeat. I was, like, really in tune with, like, my heart rate.” He described to everyone. 

“Like what were your feelings?” Dakota asked. 

“It just felt, like, it felt lonely. It felt like you’re stuck. You’re helpless, to be honest. Can we get out of here?” He asked. His voice sounded so tired and it made your heart ache. Knowing the things he felt down there were so difficult for him. 

“Yeah babe, c’mon let’s go you guys,” you said and helped him stand from his spot. The second he stood up you grabbed his hand and placed a kiss on it. You wrapped your arms around him as best you could with a camera in one hand. He did the same to you, fully engulfing you in his arms and letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling of you again. 

No words were yet spoken but the emotion was definitely present upon reuniting with him after three hours of you fearing for him, and him fearing for you. 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your head, holding you for a while longer before having to gather his things and walk out to meet the others. 

Once you made it to the top, you went to the gear room to have a small break. Everyone set their things down and took a seat just savoring the amount of time they had before continuing with the night. 

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[supercorpkid]

Alura.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2230.

“Hey kid.” Kara walks in your room, and you look up from the device you’re working on. “How’s the leg?”

You look at the cast aunt Alex put on your leg, so you could have an excuse for your limping walk, and for missing so many days at school. You shrug.

“A little better.” You smile when she comes closer to kiss your forehead.

“Good. Can you help me with something?” Kara asks, opening her hand and showing you a computer piece. You look at her with puzzling eyes.

“What’s that?” You give her an inquisitive eyebrow raise. “Did you break something at CatCo again?”

“I-Well, yes. But this isn’t it. This is-” Kara sits in your bed and you follow her with your eyes. “It’s a program Alex found on my ship when I was sent to Earth. It’s, um, a hologram of my mom.”

You look at her even more confused.

“It was programmed to help me here on Earth or whatever. I didn’t use it much, and then I found out that my mom was alive in Argo and I really didn’t have to use it anymore.” Kara breathes deep, and looks up, trying not to cry. “But now-”

You stand up and make your way to the bed. She holds your arms to support you, and helps you sit on the bed with her. You put your arm over her shoulders, and pull her in, kissing her temple.

“But now you’re missing her.” You say, and she agrees with her head, letting her tears fall. You wipe them with your thumb.

“I just-I don’t know. I think I have things I want to ask her now.” She gives you a sad little smile and you agree.

“Can you take me to L Corp? We can work on it together.”

“Sure!” She looks a little more excited after your suggestion and she picks you up immediately. You laugh.

“Maybe I can change out of my pajamas first?” You ask and Kara puts you on the floor. You blink and you’re changed. You look at your outfit. “That’s what you chose for me to wear? It doesn’t even go together.”

“I think you look great!” Kara picks you up again and makes her way to the backyard. “Besides, I really don’t want any intern messing with you.”

“You and mom are delusional.” You laugh and she flies you both to L Corp.

“Miss Luthor-Danvers!” Aly, the receptionist, stands up when she sees you walking in with Kara supporting you. “I’m so glad to see you! We’ve been missing you around here. I asked Mrs Luthor and she told me about the accident. I hope you’re feeling better.”

“Hi Aly. I’m ok.” You smile at her. “Still hard to walk, but the brain doesn’t stop, right?”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be better in no time!” She smiles back at you. Then puts her best professional face, and sits back on the chair. “Mrs. Danvers.”

“Hi Aly.” Your momma answers and makes her way to the elevator. “See, they’ve missed you.”

“Yes, I do very well with the older crowd.” You joke making Kara laugh, she takes you to your lab, and you smile when you open the door. “Rao, I love this place.”

“Let me get you a chair.” Kara runs to the other side of the room, grabs a chair and makes you sit in it. “Where should I roll you to?”

“Table. Let me see what we’re dealing with.”

Kara does what you ask. She’s actually very helpful when she’s not so anxious. She grabs all the tools you need, and buys snacks when you’re focused on working.

“Hello, my loves.” You hear Lena’s voice coming from the door, but you’re too focused to move. “I’m happy that you two are here.”

You hear them kissing, and Kara explaining everything to her. You’re still too concentrated to talk to them.

“Oh, so if this works, she’ll get to meet Alura.” Lena says and you finally stop to look at her. “You’re going to love her, babygirl.” She makes her way towards you and kisses your forehead. “Um, what are you wearing?”

“Momma picked it up.” You roll your eyes.

“Hey! I think she looks nice!” Kara defends herself making you and Lena chuckle.

“I’m not ten anymore!” You complain, but you’re laughing while doing so. “I don’t even know where you found a mickey t-shirt!”

“I don’t know why you’re complaining. If your mom had picked your outfit, you would be wearing a suit.” It’s Lena’s time to roll her eyes.

“Mom’s got great style and she wouldn’t dress me like a little kid.” You say and see Lena arching her eyebrow back at Kara, who huffs a ‘whatever’. “Anyways, I think I got it.” You say and you look at Kara. “Can you roll me to that computer?”

“Do you need help?” Lena asks after Kara puts you in place. You look back at her with a smile.

“Well, I mean, I don’t want to take much of your time…” You see Lena pulling up a chair next to you.

“What do you need?” She asks and you give yourself a little smile, very content with her reaction.

“I made a 3D projector for momma once, I’m trying to figure out what changes I need to make to read Kryptonian technology.” You show Lena and it doesn’t take long until you and Lena are working side by side, and she finds the answer really fast.

“My family is so smart.” Kara has a proud smile on her lips, and you look at Lena to see her blushing at the compliment.

“Ok!” You stand up and Kara hurries to reach your arm, to support you. You give her a thankful smile and put the device on the table, looking at her. “Ready?”

“Yes!” She says excitedly. Lena comes to your side after you turn it on, and holds you, so Kara can let go of you.

“Kara.”

You see a woman in the projector looking at you. You furrow your brows to her funny-looking clothes. She doesn’t look like your momma.

“Mom.” Kara lets her tears fall immediately and the hologram turns to face her. Alura looks at you again, and then at your momma.

“There are two Karas in this world.”

She points out and you look at Lena, confused.

“No, that’s-that’s my daughter.” Kara answers and you don’t know how it’s possible, but the hologram gives you a smile.

“She’s a copy of your DNA. And someone else’s.”

“Yes.” Kara points at Lena behind her. “This is my wife, Lena.”

“You have a beautiful family, Kara. You must be proud.”

She says making Kara cry a little harder and you understand how much she must feel validated hearing that.

“Come on, let’s give them some privacy.” Lena whispers in your ear, holding your waist, and supporting you the best way she can while you two get out of the lab. “So, that was your grandmother.” Lena says once the door is closed and you agree with your head.

“She’s funny-looking.” You give her a smile and explain right after. “I mean, what’s with the ball gown outfit?”

“You would be dressed like that if you were in Krypton.” She smiles. “You should see Kara’s outfit when she landed, it’s adorable. Your Gramm still has it in Midvale.”

“Oooh, I definitely wanna see it now.” You smile and look at the door. You hear some words that aren’t leaving Lena’s mouth, and you look at her, frowning. “My super hearing is…”

“Baby.” She holds your arms when she sees your expression. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s just-It’s-It’s confusing. I can’t shut it off, and-”

“Mom, I-I have a daughter now. I finally understand why you sent me to Earth. Watching over Kal-El was just an excuse. You wanted to save me.” You hear Kara’s voice. You know this conversation is way too private, but nothing you do makes it shut off.

“Yes Kara. You understand it now. A mother must do whatever she can to protect her children.”

“What if I can’t? How do you come to terms with not being able to be there all the time?” Kara chokes a little and your eyes are filled with tears. Lena hugs you, trying to make you feel better, even though she can’t hear what you’re hearing.

“You don’t. We can never accept the fact that we can’t. That’s why no matter what happens we keep trying.”

“Mom, I can’t stop listening.” You look at Lena trying to cover your ears. “It’s, um, about me.”

“Come on, baby.” Lena helps you again, making her way to the elevator, and going up to her office. All the voices start to mingle and you stop hearing them, making you feel better for not violating their privacy. “How are you feeling?”

“It’s just a little confusing, but I’ll be fine.” She helps you into her office, and sits you on the couch. You close your eyes trying to shut off everything.

“Here baby.” You open your eyes to find Lena offering you a glass of water. You drink and she sits next to you, holding you tight. “Tell me, what can I do to help?”

“Talk, or like sing.” You look at her with pleading eyes. “Can you sing?”

“C’mere.” Lena takes you in her arms, holding your head close to her chest, and hearing her heartbeat already helps a lot. She then starts singing so softly you have to focus all your hearing on her. “Just like a star across my sky, just like an angel off the page, you have appeared to my life, feel like I'll never be the same…”

You smile closing your eyes again, and all the noise fades away and all you can hear is Lena’s husky voice calming you. When Kara shows up a little later, you’re already calmer and happier.

“Thanks baby.” Kara squeezes your knee. “It was just what I needed.”

“Yeah?” You ask and she smiles. The truest one you’ve seen in her face in weeks.

“Yeah.” She kisses your head. “Let’s let your mom go back to work.” She picks you up, and Lena stands up from the couch, kissing your forehead and then Kara’s mouth. “See you at home, love.”

“I’ll see you both in a few.” Lena answers and Kara flies away, leaving from the office’s balcony.

You can’t stop feeling bad from hearing part of her conversation, even if it was unintentionally. So, as soon as Kara lands in the backyard, and sits you on the couch, you apologize.

“Momma, my powers are… weird.” You start and she shakes her head agreeing. “I didn’t mean to use my super hearing, but I-I heard part of your conversation with grandmother Alura. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.” Kara sits next to you, looking unbothered. “Is there something you want to talk about?”

“You wanted to talk to her about me?” You ask, shyly. Kara smiles fondly at you, putting her arm over your shoulders.

“It was one of the reasons.” She agrees. “I left Krypton too young. She didn’t teach me everything I wanted to know, and when I came to Earth, I was mostly relearning basic things.” She breathes deep. “I know Eliza loves me like a daughter, but I can’t help but think there’s a tiny little difference from the way Alura loved me. You know, this feeling of ‘I would give my life for yours’.” Kara asks you and you agree with your head. “I felt that, when I saw you in that bed.”

“So, you wanted a solution for not feeling like that anymore?”

“For never letting it happen again, maybe.” She shrugs.

“Did she help?”

“Well, not exactly.” Kara holds you tighter. “I don’t think there will ever come a day where I will not feel guilty for not helping you out of a bad situation. But she did say something interesting.”

“Oh?” You ask.

“On the contrary of what she did, she told me to pass all my knowledge along to you, so you’ll be able to protect yourself.”

“Don’t you already?”

“Yeah.” She smiles, but adds right after. “But maybe I can do more.”

“Can I tell you something?” You ask and she shakes her head agreeing. “What you do is more than enough. What happened wasn’t your fault. I’d hate for this feeling of guilt to consume you because of me.” You hold her tight. “You’re the best momma in the universe. I don’t think grandmother Alura can help you with that.”

“Thanks baby.” Kara kisses the top of your head. “I love you. You’re the greatest kid in the world.”

You smile at that. And look up to Kara’s face.

“She thought I was you.” You laugh and Kara joins right after.

“Well, she isn’t really your grandmother. But, I mean, look at this cute little face of yours.” Kara holds your face between her hand, squishing your cheeks, and you give her a crooked smile. “You can’t blame a hologram for thinking that.”

“Not when you think that yourself, huh?” You joke and Kara smiles widely.

“Oh, I wish I was as cool and awesome as you are!”

And you wish you were half the brave woman Kara is. She’s been through so much stuff and she still smiles like that. Rao, you really love her.

Notes

Thanks @hermen0404 for your help with this prompt and also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HYPEMAN/IDEA BUDDY!!! 🎉💙❤️

[pastelwitchling]

“Please stop pacing,” Alex sighed, his arm over his eyes. “It’s making me dizzy.”

“Where the hell is Valenti?” Michael muttered. “He’s been gone forever.”

“He’s been gone five minutes, and – hey,” he grabbed Michael’s sleeve, stilling him. “Seriously, knock it off.”

Michael swallowed, staring at Alex as he brought his hand down to his stomach, his left leg swinging idly off the edge of the bed. He was trying not to look like he was in pain, but Michael could see his chest rising and falling a little too quickly, like he was trying not to breathe too deeply. Acid burned at the back of Michael’s throat.

“I didn’t mean to, Alex,” he said, the desperate plea in his voice to know, to understand, evident to his own ears. “I – I didn’t think – I didn’t see you – if I had –”

“Shh,” Alex took Michael’s hand, silencing him. His brows were furrowed like he had a headache and his lips pinched at the corner. “I’m fine,” he said. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Michael’s lower lip trembled. He’d just been frustrated, throwing things around his bunker. His star projections hadn’t been aligning right and his calculations hadn’t been adding up and the memory of Alex and Forrest together at the Crashdown that morning haunted every corner of his mind and pissed him off more. In all the commotion, he hadn’t heard Alex climb down the ladder, hadn’t heard him calling his name, hadn’t realized it was his hand on his shoulder until he’d lashed out and his powers had gotten away from him. Until he’d heard Alex’s wince of pain as his back hit the wall, hard, and Michael had seen him fall.

Everything had turned silent then. Michael could say nothing but Alex’s name on his lips, shocked and horrified by what he’d done. Alex had tried to stand, to insist he was fine, but his voice had been hoarse and his breathing ragged. Michael had right then called Kyle and told him he was bringing Alex to him, his hands trembling.

“Stop, Guerin,” Alex had tried. “I’m fine –”

“Get in the truck, Private!” Michael had snapped. He had hurt Alex. He had hurt Alex. He hadn’t been breathing right since.

Michael knelt by Alex’s bed now, and gently pushed his bangs back from his eyes after a moment’s hesitance. His heart swelled when Alex’s eyes fluttered and he turned into the touch, like these hands hadn’t been the same ones that had put him here.

Michael cupped Alex’s jaw, his thumb brushing his cheek, shivering at the soft and cool skin. Alex had always been colder than him, but Michael always found it an unspeakable comfort, something so inherently Alex that no one else ever compared. No one else could be Alex for him. He’d learned that the hard way.

Alex covered Michael’s hand with his own, sighing deeply into his palm. The only deep breath he’d taken since Michael had thrown him into the wall. He winced as the mental image flashed in his mind.

“Why were you wrecking your bunker anyway?” Alex asked, his eyes still closed.

Michael clenched his jaw. He considered lying only for a second before he realized it was the last thing he wanted to do. Not now.

“I saw you and Forrest together at the Crashdown,” he croaked. “I – I got angry.”

Alex opened his eyes, his brows furrowed. “You were jealous?”

“But I didn’t want to hurt you,” Michael said immediately. “I didn’t even hear you come in, I – I hate myself for what I did to you, Alex, I swear –”

“Stop it,” Alex shook his head. “D-Don’t talk like that.”

Michael’s other hand on Alex’s jacket sleeve tightened. “I hurt you –”

“It was an accident,” Alex defended, like he couldn’t stand the thought of even Michael talking bad about his favorite cowboy.

Michael sighed shakily, his eyes burning. “I love you,” he whispered. “I’m so in love with you, Alex, I think it’ll kill me.”

Alex shook his head, and for a terrifying second, Michael worried he’d gone too far. But then a smile tugged at his airman’s lips.

“I love you, too,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Which is what I told Forrest before he went back to New York this morning.”

Michael froze. “What?”

Alex kissed Michael’s palm wearily. “Forrest went back to New York. We broke up last week. We were just . . . saying goodbye.”

Michael started to stand. “R-Really?”

“And you would’ve known that,” Alex chuckled, nuzzling Michael’s hand, “if you’d just asked me. Now you have to replace everything in your bunker. All that work – gone. You’re usually smart, how’d you let that happen?”

But Michael didn’t hear that light jab, didn’t care about his things in the bunker, his research. None of it mattered because . . .

“You love me?”

Alex smiled fondly, and not without some exasperation at Michael, like he wasn’t even surprised that Michael had taken away only one line of their conversation.

“C’mere,” he murmured, putting his other hand in Michael’s curls, bringing his head in.

Michael’s mouth hung open in anticipation, his eyes already fluttering shut, but just as his lips brushed Alex’s, he remembered why they were in the hospital in the first place and all but leaped back.

“No,” he breathed, shaking his head. “No, I’ll – I’ll hurt you again.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Guerin –”

“Hey, back away,” were Kyle’s first words as he came in, glaring at Michael. “It’s your fault he’s even in that bed.”

Michael clenched his jaw, pulling his hands away and curling them to fists in his pockets before he could do something he would regret.

Alex pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kyle, I already told you, this was an accident.”

“Hey,” Kyle tossed Alex’s file on the end of his bed, “you might be willing to shrug this off, but I’m not.” He turned his dark eyes on Michael. “And after all that crap you gave me about hurting him when we were kids –"

“I would never hurt Alex,” Michael growled.

Kyle scoffed, clicking a button on a screen, revealing the x-ray of Alex’s chest that he’d taken. Michael flinched. “Sorry, what? I can’t hear you over the scanner.”

“Okay,” Alex tried, “can we just . . . not right now, please?”

Kyle heaved a sigh and sat on the edge of Alex’s bed, pulling his stethoscope from around his neck. Michael wanted to be angry at him, but Kyle’s eyes softened as they fell on Alex again and he helped him sit up. This was Michael’s fault. Whether he’d meant to do it or not, it was all his fault. What if Kyle was right? What if Alex was just too forgiving of him to be as angry as he should be?

“Breathe in,” Kyle said gently. “Breathe out. Again.”

This went on for another few minutes, and Michael knew Kyle wanted to be thorough, but he was losing his mind waiting for some results. Finally, Kyle sat back.

“The good news is you’ve only got a chest bruise,” he said. “You were hit pretty hard –”

“I didn’t hit him!”

“Then the wall did!” he snapped. “With the force you threw him, you could’ve punctured his lung, Guerin!”

“Guys –”

“If I’d known it was Alex, I –”

“You what?” Kyle demanded. “Maybe if you tried to think with your head instead of your ass –”

“Please –”

“Were you thinking with your head when you made his life a living hell in high school?” Michael tried, but the bite was weak even to him.

Kyle’s barked a laugh. “Yeah, tell me all about that before I take Alex’s file to the nurse.”

“Stop it!” Alex snapped, and collapsed into a fit of coughs. Michael and Kyle fell silent at once, Kyle rubbing soothing circles on Alex’s back as Alex held a hand to his chest.

“Okay, Alex,” Michael managed, his heart breaking with every cough, every wince, every ragged breath. “Okay, baby, I’m sorry. We won’t fight, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” Kyle murmured, still rubbing his back. “It’s okay, just breathe. You’re okay.”

Soon, Alex was leaning against Kyle, his eyes closed, his brows pinched as he took shallow breaths.

“M’okay,” he croaked, and Michael turned away before Alex could see him cry. “M’fine.”

“I know,” Kyle said quietly. “I know you are. You should get some sleep though, stay here tonight.”

Michael turned, wide-eyed. “H-He really needs that?”

Some of the venom in Kyle’s gaze seemed to have gone. “Just for observation. He doesn’t really need it, but it’d make me feel better.” A moment of silence and Michael took note of Kyle still rubbing soothing circles into Alex’s back.

“Here,” Kyle said after a while, and Michael blinked. It took him a second to realize that Kyle wanted him to rub Alex’s back. “It helps.”

Michael swallowed, expecting Alex to insist he didn’t need it, but Alex seemed half-asleep already, the pain in his leg and chest and back, and the countless hours waiting weighing heavily on him now. Not wanting Kyle to change his mind, Michael sat down on the bed, on Alex’s other side, and wrapped an arm around his airman’s waist, pulling him in against him.

“Right around here,” Kyle showed a spot down near Alex’s spine, where he’d been hurt the worst, and Michael held his breath as he pressed his fingers to the area. Alex whimpered slightly against Michael’s neck, but his expression soon relaxed as Michael rubbed.

Before he knew it, Kyle was gone, but he didn’t care. Alex was in his arms, sleeping against his chest like he’d always belonged there. Michael thought he always had.

Alex stirred after half an hour. He turned his face into Michael’s shoulder, gripping his jacket. He started to lie down, and Michael was helpless but to follow. In the end, they ended up with Alex curled around Michael’s chest, his breathing gradually turning slower and deeper.

Michael hesitated before he dared press a kiss to Alex’s forehead. “I love you,” he whispered into his hair. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

Alex murmured an incoherent response, snuggling deeper against Michael’s neck, inhaling his scent, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. And still Michael rubbed his back, holding him tightly, promising him that he wouldn’t let him down again.

***

I just wanted some angst and fluff.

[caspianjames]

Interlude - Stand Tall

Their first week on tour had gone faster than Julie could ever imagine. They played five different sold-out shows in seven days. There were stadiums full of people who suddenly knew their songs. Julie was overwhelmed and exhausted; the boys were feeling mostly the same. Flynn, at least, was still full of energy. 

“Jules, c’mere,” Flynn called from the main area of the bus just as Julie had closed her eyes in bed. She groaned.

“Flynn it is literally three in the morning.” Julie flopped onto her back, staring in frustration at the ceiling as if it had personally wronged her.

She and Luke had been fighting, sort of, and Julie wasn’t getting much sleep. She was pretty sure it was just because they were both exhausted. Luke was bright and energetic always and Julie loved that about him so much, but Julie needed sleep. Julie needed so much more sleep than he did. She was not awake or energetic in the morning, she did not want to start her day singing at 8am after a late night show. She wanted to sleep. Especially now - they had just finished their Saturday night show after playing Thursday and Friday. Every single bone in Julie’s body felt exhausted - the best kind of exhausted, but still. 

“It’s a 911 Julie,” Flynn called back. That was the trump card - no matter what, Julie could never ignore a 911 from Flynn. 

“Coming,” she groaned. 

She was pretty sure all the boys were asleep - except maybe Alex, because there was a suspicious glow coming from behind the curtains that surrounded his bed. He’d had two panic attacks already on tour. It was hard to watch him feel like this - it was supposed to be the best moments of their lives. Of course, Willie had gotten their phone taken away the day they left, which had been hard on Alex. But then Willie had gotten their phone back. And then...well, it had been taken away the same day. Alex was sick with worry - they all were, really. But none of them knew what to do.

“Okay,” Julie said, dropping down onto the couch beside Flynn. “I’m like, twenty-five percent awake. What’s up?”

“I need to tell you something,” Flynn said in a rush. “But I think you’ll be mad at me. So just - let me say it, and then you can say what you want.”

“Does this have something to do with whatever you and Alex have been sneaking around about?” Julie asked. Flynn and Alex had been spending a lot of time together - definitely telling each other things that weren’t shared with the rest of the band. Julie didn’t mind, mostly. Flynn had been very close with Willie, too, and she was just as upset about their disappearance. And she was glad that Alex and Flynn were becoming better friends during the tour, too. They hadn’t clicked right away when the band formed - Alex was too reserved for Flynn’s noisy outgoing-ness. 

“Yeah,” Flynn said. She was tugging at the sleeves of their sweater, a nervous habit that only Julie knew she had. Mostly because Flynn was hardly ever nervous, or at least hardly ever looked it. 

“I’m not mad,” Julie said. “I’m glad you two are friends. You always tell me things eventually, anyways.”

“You will be,” Flynn said with a sigh. Julie didn’t bother arguing - sometimes you just couldn’t change Flynn’s mind, you had to prove them wrong with your actions. 

“Okay,” Julie said after a pause. “So tell me then.”

“Alright,” Flynn took a deep breath and sat up straighter on the couch. She was looking straight ahead, both hands fisted firmly in their sleeves. “I’ve sort of been - talking to Carrie.”

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[jefferoni-quotes]

things that go bump in the night

Posting this for a second time, cause I deleted the first one oops! I'm an idiot who messed up the first time.

This is Jamilmads! Just some pure fluffy Jamilmads for Halloween. There is nothing scary, just BAD puns

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Jefferson hates Halloween. He despises it. He hates the stupid costumes, the dumb obsession with horror movies, the kids that ring his doorbell all evening and into the night begging for sweets. 

But most importantly, he absolutely despises how jumpy he is. How easily scared he is. How simple it is to get a ridiculously girly scream out of him, just someone jumping out on him rips a terrified shout from him.

Even more than that, perhaps the most, he hates how the office takes advantage of that.

He knows it's Halloween, not based on the calendar, nor the sudden influx of party-sized bags of Snickers in every Walmart store, but by the dumb fucking 'scary' decorations littering every square inch of his office.

Goddamn it, everyone in the building is above thirty! How are they all so damn childish-? He'll never know.

Thomas physically winces at all the horrendous puns hanging in the office.

"Resting witch face" actually made him groan with dismay as he passed it, the puns got worse every damn year. 

There was a shiny, orange plastic banner hung in almost every room, made to look like pumpkins. They were often accompanied by black streamers, and when he stopped off in the break room, he found the coffee machine covered in fake cobwebs and plastic spiders.

Thomas sighs as he pushes the decorations off to pour himself a coffee, "that must be some sort of safety hazard," he mutters, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He watches his coffee pour, the air around him cool and quiet. His humming, usually silenced by the buzzing atmosphere, is a clear tune for once. It doesn't hit him until he's sipping from his mug while walking down the hall towards his office how… quiet it is.

It's so impossibly eerie…

Thomas takes a louder sip, hoping to alert the bat-eared Alexander. The man's biggest pet peeve was always people slurping their drinks, could always seem to hear it from offices away and would come storming in to insist they stop.

But one of his boyfriend’s does not come. Not even a whip of the man's emerald green coat tails fly down the hall. It's beginning to- not scare him. No, he's not scared, he's… apprehensive. Worried. On edge. It unnerves him, even as he pushes into his office. Still silent. Madison doesn’t appear with Alexander, the both of them are nowhere to be found. Neither of them. 

Thomas takes another drink from his mug, slurping again and burning his tongue. "Ouch," he hisses through his teeth and places the mug down on his desk, leans on it and peers around. 

Were the lights always off in the hallway?  

It feels ridiculous, a horror movie move, but he narrows his eyes. It's so quiet. Like the office has been deserted. Is it a day off and he merely hasn't been alerted? Surely Washington would've sent an email, and Thomas would've seen it! He reads his emails religiously every morning, an hour after he wakes as he scrolls through the news reported on through the night. 

"Hello-?" He finally calls, suspicious. "Is- is anyone there?" He swallows thickly. A slow creeping eerie feeling grows in his chest, a little swelling bubble of anxiety. His office door is ajar, showing off the dark hallways.

There's nothing. 

Thomas sticks his head out the doorway and suddenly there's something and it's jumping at him and he stumbles backwards with a yelp until he loses his footing as the thing screams.

Then the lights flicker on. 

Thomas groans, rubbing his forehead. He had landed on the ground, thankfully his office was carpeted. There's laughter, and a hand on his shoulder.

"Gotcha," the voice is smug as Thomas opens his eyes. Fucking Hamilton. Of course it's Hamilton dammit. "We tried to scare you in the break room but you moved-!"

"We-?" Thomas stares back at the doorway and of course- James is standing there, laughing to himself. He has a wide grin, eyes clustering with tears in the corners that occasionally drip down his cheeks. He wipes under his eyes with his thumbs. “I should’ve guessed-” Thomas scowled, getting ready to push himself to his feet, but Alexander sets a hand on his shoulder, sitting down on the floor beside him, crossing his legs to sit criss-cross (apple sauce). 

“You moved out of the break room, so we had to rethink our entire plan! We had to convince everyone to come in late just to pull this off! You know the things we have to do?” Alexander keeps speaking, as James collects himself in the background. Thomas can practically hear the cogs whizzing in his mind, clunking together to think up his next words very carefully. With whatever James is about to say next, no one can tell. There’s a fifty-fifty chance that it’ll be something either - gorgeously philosophical or a blatant, awful awful attempt at a ‘dad joke.’ A bad pun, a terrible hilarity. Whatever you may call it, when it comes to James Madison, truth be told no one knows what he’ll say next. 

“I have to do Angelica’s paperwork for the next month and Jem agreed to sign Lee’s next vacation leave for him!” Alex finally finishes his ramble, huffing and crossing his arms. “Your reaction was so worth it though-” he snickers, hand over his mouth as he laughs through his fingers.

James clears his throat, and suddenly the attention is on him. Alexander expects a poetic comment, a silk thread of words, sewn together by an expert hand. However - Thomas knows better. He knows fine well that the next comment is going to be some awful, cringeworthy pun. He waits. And then James’ smiles, eyes devilishly focused on Thomas. “Oh, yeah. You tried to run away,” he laughs before he even says the next thing, clearly pleased with himself. “You could be Jekyll but you still couldn’t Hyde.” 

Thomas groans at him and finally reaches into his pocket, tossing a pen in James’s general direction. It hits him in the stomach, but James casts it aside and keeps laughing, not bothering to hold it back. “That was scarier than you jumping out on me.”

“You love us really!” Alex cuts in, nudging Thomas on the side with a snide looking smirk. James still bares his beaming smile, and Jefferson can’t help but melt a little. His frown fades into a sheepish smile, a little sliver of teeth until he’s spouting small giggles. Alexander joins in until all three of them are laughing together in Thomas’ office. 

“You’re damn lucky I do,” Thomas ruffles Alex’s hair until he scowls and bats at his hands. “C’mere, James.” He gestures, beckoning him over until they’re all huddled on the floor together, crossed-legged and occasionally falling into little fits of laughter.

It’s silent for a long moment, just smiling as they scramble to collect their trains of thought until James’ lights up again.

“Let’s creep it real,” James starts and Thomas’ smile almost automatically falls. “We’re three gourd-geous men,” he snickers, as does Alexander.

“Who’re all Hallow-queens,” Alexander snorts, listening to Thomas’ noise of complete and utter dismay.

“Shut up,” he drawls, placing his hands over his ears with a screwed up face. James and Alexander laugh, cackling like witches.

“Don’t be a jerk-o-lantern!”

“James, I’m going to kill you.”

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[itllsetyoufree]

i always had the best intentions, babe

Sam smiles at her. “Alright, Luthor. Let’s hear it.”

Lena winces, gaze dropping to the ground.

“I almost killed Kara tonight.”

OR,

When Lex's automatic kryptonite countermeasures nearly kill Supergirl, Lena's forced to accept the fact that despite how angry she is, she still has feelings for Kara. So obviously she runs away to Metropolis where Sam makes her talk about her feelings and gives her a damn hug in the process

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Or, after 5x08 when Lex's automatic kryptonite countermeasures nearly kill Supergirl, Lena's forced to accept the fact that despite how angry she is, she still has feelings for Kara. So obviously she runs away to Metropolis where Sam makes her talk about her feelings and gives her a damn hug in the process

It’s late. She knows it’s late, but she didn't know what else to do. She had stumbled out of Lex’s hideout in a daze, chartering a flight to Metropolis and texting Sam before she’d even processed that she’d taken out her phone. By the time the plane lands, Lena’s pulled herself together, and by the time her car pulls up in front of Sam’s house, she’s already sent her pilot a case of champagne as a thank you.

The downstairs lights are on despite the hour, yellow light spilling onto the front lawn, and Sam opens the front door before Lena’s even out of the car. She leans against the doorjamb, arms crossed with a curious but tired expression on her face as she watches Lena walk up the pathway toward the house.

Lena wonders not for the first time in the last few hours if she’s overstepped, made a mistake in reaching out for Sam and showing up almost unannounced at who knows what hour of night. Anxiety pools in her stomach as she climbs up the steps, but Sam just smiles tiredly at her and pulls her into a hug so warm and familiar her eyes water.

She allows herself to sag against Sam, tucks her head into Sam’s shoulder, boneless as she exhales properly for the first time in hours. Sam is solid against her, strong arms all but holding her up, and Lena treats herself to it just this once.

“I’m sorry to keep you up and barge in on you like this.”

Sam gives her an extra squeeze and pulls back, holding onto Lena’s shoulders as she dips her head to catch Lena’s gaze. “I’ve been telling you for years that you need a hug and some therapy. I’m not going to scold you for taking my advice.”

Lena snorts, “You’re not a therapist.”

“No,” Sam says, stepping fully back into the house. She gracefully picks up an already poured glass of wine and hands it to Lena, and the rest of Lena’s anxiety melts away when she sees a fresh pair of folded pajamas and a pillow perched on the couch. “I’m not, but I researched a list of them for you while you were on your flight. It’s in your inbox.”

Lena glares at her for a moment but relents when Sam raises an eyebrow at her.

“Thanks,” Lena says quietly. She sips her wine.

Sam smiles at her. “Alright, Luthor. Let’s hear it.”

Lena winces, gaze dropping to the ground.

“I almost killed Kara tonight.”

Sam freezes, wine glass dangling precariously in her hand. She lowers herself slowly onto the couch. “I think I’m going to need a little more than that, Lena.”

“I didn’t- it wasn’t- it’s not-” Lena stops, frustrated, and presses her thumb into her eyebrow. She shakes her head and starts over. “It’s not how it sounds, not really. Can I sit?”

Sam nods, and as Lena sits she marvels at the open expression on Sam’s face, faith in her she’s not sure she deserves, faith she always thought Kara had in her.

“She- Supergirl chased after me at one of Lex’s hideouts and his defense systems almost shot her down with kryptonite cannons. I barely shut them down in time.”

“Lex’s cannons?” Sam asks.

Lena nods, then regales Sam with the events of the evening that she already wants to forget, and by the end of her story, she can’t place Sam’s expression at all.

“His countermeasures armed with regular missiles first, which I let fly, but when those didn’t faze her, they automatically re-armed with kryptonite and wouldn’t allow an override, and she just stayed there watching me with her hands up. She wasn’t even trying to get away, she just-” Lena cuts herself off, her throat feeling thicker than usual and her eyes filled with tears. She notices her wine glass is trembling in her hand.

“She just looked at me. Another second longer, Sam, and I-” she shakes her head and takes a large sip of wine to steady herself. She’s not sure it’s working.

“Lena,” Sam’s voice is soft, but her face is determined as she calls Lena back from her thoughts. “You didn’t nearly kill her. To me it sounds like you saved her.”

Lena snorts. “If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have almost died in the first place.”

“Don’t you think she could have left when you, I don’t know, fired an actual missile at her?” Sam looks at her incredulously. “Wasn’t that a big enough hint? And don’t you think she could have flown away when she saw the kryptonite instead of just standing there waiting to be shot at?”

“She probably had a whole superhero speech prepared that she didn’t want to waste,” Lena rolls her eyes.

She lets out a long breath, staring down into the dregs of her wine. Then she shrugs, the snark draining out of her. “I can’t get that image out of my head, of her with her hands up just looking at me and waiting for me to gun her down with the only thing that could actually hurt her.”

Lena breaks her stare with the bottom of her wine glass and looks up at Sam, eyes pleading.

“You’re not a bad person, Lena,” Sam says softly, grasping Lena’s hand. “You didn’t program Lex’s defense system or set it to automatically shoot down Kryptonians. You stopped it from firing.”

“Yeah, the second round,” Lena scoffs, rolling her eyes at herself. “I actively deployed the first round. What am I doing, Sam, firing military-grade missiles at my best friend?”

Sam turns, facing Lena fully on the couch and leveling her with a glare. “When you know military-grade missiles wouldn’t even bruise her?”

Lena drops her gaze. She picks at a feather sticking out of the couch until Sam bats her hand away.

“And when she ripped your whole world to shreds and didn’t even have the decency to tell you about it?”

Sam is looking at her with a raised eyebrow, and Lena allows the corner of her mouth to quirk up in acknowledgment. “All that world-ripping, and the only thing I’ll let myself do back is yell at her.”

“And fire a couple missiles at her,” Sam says cheekily, a small smile spreading over her face.

Lena lets it cheer her up for a moment and smiles back, waving her hand dismissively, “Oh what does she care? Couple of gnats buzzing around.”

Sam snorts. Lena sobers, “But the kryptonite cannons… my heart stopped.” Lena trails off into a whisper.

Sam nods, “It would have killed her.”

“It would have killed her,” Lena agrees. “And she would have let me.”

They’re quiet for a moment, sitting together on the couch. Lena pours herself another glass of wine and downs half of it.

“A big part of me wanted to hurt her, Sam, maybe still does. But not like that, I could never-”

“I know,” Sam cuts her off.

She’s looking at Lena strangely, searching her face, and Lena steels herself.

“That’s not the only thing I wanted to say,” Lena whispers. “That’s just the background, really.”

“Shooting missiles at your best friend is just the exposition?” Sam teases, trying for levity, but she sobers at the look on Lena’s face.

“I, um,” Lena takes a deep breath then, glancing at Sam before looking around the living room to distract herself. She sees pictures of Ruby and Sam together, books, an unfinished art project, a photo of herself and Sam from Alex’s birthday party. “I think you probably know all of this already, but just let me say it, okay? I need to say it out loud.”

Sam nods.

“I love her.”

Sam’s expression softens, and Lena’s heart thumps wildly in her chest. The tips of her ears burn hot when she exhales shakily. “And yes, she did rip my world to shreds, but she also broke my heart. I think I broke hers too, but it didn’t feel as good as I thought it would.”

Lena sighs, digging the palm of her hand into her eyebrow. “I thought I was past it because of all this. I’m so disgusted,” she pauses to gulp down the rest of her wine and sets the glass down a little too roughly, “and hurt and betrayed. Again. I was so sure that I hated her, but I don’t.”

She looks up at Sam wearily and then closes her eyes, resting her forehead in her hand. “She could have died tonight, and I’m in love with her.”

When Lena doesn’t continue Sam nods to herself absently, “I may or may not have figured a lot of that out already.” She says it with caution, watching as Lena uncurls herself and leans her head back against the couch to stare up at the ceiling.

“I know,” Lena murmurs. She lets her head roll to the side to look at Sam. “I don’t know what to do.”

Sam blows out a breath. “There’s nothing to do but give it time,” she says quietly, “and when you’re ready, if you want, let her explain herself.”

Nodding once, Lena slumps into the couch and curls into herself again, but Sam stands and holds her hands out. “None of that. C’mere.”

Lena lets Sam pull her up and falls into her arms. Sam grips her tightly, and Lena indulges in the way it melts away the nervous tension in her stomach. “You are not a villain, Lena, not even close. All you do is good” Sam says to her, rubbing a hand over her upper back. “Don’t let anyone make you forget that.”

“I needed that,” Lena whispers as Sam lets her go. “And thanks for… everything.”

“Anytime,” Sam gestures at the pajamas on the couch. “Get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning. And Lena… we’ll figure this all out.”

She waves goodnight as she heads up the stairs. Lena watches her go, a warm, content feeling settling into her bones as she snuggles into the couch and reaches for her phone. When she unlocks it she finds an email from Sam, a list of half a dozen therapists with a copious amount of notes and commentary from Sam staring back at her from her phone screen. Rolling her eyes affectionately, Lena pins the email for the morning and goes to bed.

[clumsyclifford]

i typed out a Whole thing and then changed my mind but how about like lazy sunday in before the work week w t-shirt verse jalex? ily bye x

omg hello this got (1) away from me and (2) so ridiculously romantic i have no excuse. there’s just something about t-shirt jalex. also i am currently taking suggestions for what color alex’s hair should be in this ‘verse bc as of now it is unspecified. okay hope you like it x

read here on ao3

Alex is at the stove. Jack’s barely awake and this is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Morning,” he croaks, slumping forward to affix himself to Alex’s back. Alex staggers, laughing quietly.

“Good morning, my love,” he says. The kitchen always feels somehow both bigger and cozier with Alex in it, spacious but flooded with love. Love, Jack finds, smells like pancakes and tastes like Alex’s toothpaste and feels like sunlight and the cotton of Alex’s shirt under his fingers. It fits nicely into Jack’s kitchen. Their kitchen. 

Their kitchen. Jack is still having a hard time getting used to that.

“You didn’t have to get up,” he mumbles against Alex’s shoulders. “Coulda slept in.”

Alex shrugs. “Was up anyway. Thought it’d be nice to make breakfast.”

“But it’s nice to cuddle,” Jack points out, eyes still closed. He presses his nose into Alex’s neck, inhaling deeply. “Mm, you’re warm.”

Alex’s deep, gentle laugh fills the air. “You’re clingy.”

“It’s cold,” Jack slurs. Slowly but surely, the atmosphere is seeping into his senses, pleasantly waking him up. “I love you for making pancakes.”

“I know you do.”

“Gonna make tea.”

“I prepared your mug and boiled the water already. You just need to pour it.”

“Have I mentioned lately that you’re the love of my life?” Jack presses his lips to the tattoo behind Alex’s ear, lingering a moment.

“Doesn’t hurt to hear,” Alex says happily. Jack reluctantly detaches himself from his boyfriend’s body to go and make himself some tea. 

Tea is a weekend drink. Jack drinks coffee to get through the mind-numbing work days, but tea is for Sundays like this one. It’s nine in the morning and Jack can already feel the laziness of the day settling over their shoulders; they’re going nowhere today, doing nothing. It’s not often a perfect Sunday comes along, but Jack clings to the opportunity whenever it does. Like today.

Dust hovers in the beams of light stretching through the room and the apartment feels alight with a glittering January. Unlikely warmth starts in Jack’s chest and spreads outwards, something he can’t even attribute to the tea since he hasn’t begun to drink it yet.

Glancing over at Alex, humming to himself as he flips the pancakes, the warmth intensifies. Oh, Jack thinks, not particularly surprised.

It stands to reason that the love filling the kitchen would saturate his body as well.

-

Light spills over Alex, highlighting strands of hair and shining on his skin, brown eyes glowing almost as golden as the sunlight. It makes Jack wonder why he’s not a poet or something, except there aren’t words for this image, and Jack would be hard-pressed to come up with an original way to phrase what thousands of artists have already expressed.

He takes a picture. They’re worth a thousand words, if what they say is true, and that’s close enough.

Alex looks up at the movement. Jack just smiles and shamelessly takes another, catching the fond look on Alex’s face before setting his phone face-down on the table again.

“Stop it, you creep,” he says. “Help me with this.”

“Alex, I’m so fucking bad at crosswords,” Jack says, shifting his chair around the table anyway. “You know this.”

“But you know things that I don’t! Together we can solve it.”

“You could also solve it on your own.”

Alex shakes his head. “You’re overestimating my skills. I don’t think I’ve completed a Sunday puzzle in, uh, my entire life.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you,” Jack says wryly, “but I am not your secret weapon.”

Alex reaches for Jack’s hand and brings it to his lips, brushing a kiss over Jack’s knuckles. “Yes you are.”

Jack sighs. He’s a sucker for Alex and he doesn’t see that trend slowing anytime soon. “Fine. Give me one.”

“Here, I bet you know this one.” A tap of the pen against the newspaper next to the clue for 6-Down. “‘For You’ co-singer Rita.”

“Ora,” Jack says immediately. “Everyone knows that song.”

“Ora,” Alex repeats to himself, like something he should have known to know. “Actually, I didn’t. See? Already fulfilling your secret weapon duties.”

The puzzle is sparsely and randomly filled out. “Why don’t you go in order?”

“Because I don’t know 1-Across,” Alex says. “And if I stopped there it’d be a very short puzzle.”

Jack hums, skimming the list of clues for any other answers he might have. Most of the clues he thinks he could get are ones Alex has already filled in. Some are ones Jack would never have known. “What the fuck is a superlative prefix? ‘Most’?”

“Yeah, like…high school superlatives,” Alex says. “Most likely to make it big. Most likely to, uh, go to jail after graduation.”

“What the fuck were your high school superlatives?” Jack says, amused. “I didn’t know that’s what they were called.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is wrong, though,” Alex says, face drawn in thought. He’s doing the hair-twirling thing again so Jack interrupts the motion, linking their fingers together and scratching gently at the nape of Alex’s neck. Alex hardly seems to notice. “Because I’m pretty sure 4-Down is ‘prince’.”

“‘Hamlet, for one,’” Jack reads from the clues list. He shakes his head. “I’m starting to think you’re smarter than me, Al.”

“Starting to?”

Jack scoffs and stabs at the remaining pancake on Alex’s plate, mostly because he knows Alex isn’t going to finish it. “Hey.”

“I’m teasing, completely joking,” Alex says, leaning into Jack and briefly resting his cheek against Jack’s shoulder. “I’m definitely not smarter than you. I teach middle school. If anything, that automatically makes me more of a dumbass.”

“You love doing that, though.”

Alex sighs. “Yeah. You can love something and still be an idiot for doing it, though.”

“Like being in a relationship with you.” Jack giggles. “Joking. Just kidding. I’m just kidding.”

“You better be,” Alex says lightly. “I know a lot of your deepest darkest secrets, Jack Barakat, and I am not afraid to unleash a pack of twelve-year-olds on you.”

Jack would like to argue that a horde of twelve-year-olds doesn’t scare him, but it does. It very much does.

“Fine,” he says. “You win this round.”

Alex kisses his cheek. As he moves away, Jack turns his head and kisses him on the lips. “You taste like pancakes.”

“You taste like you,” Alex replies, and it doesn’t sound sweet, but it really, really is. Jack licks his lips. He’s not sure what exactly he tastes like, but it charms him to think that it’s always more or less the same, or at least that Alex finds something familiar in every kiss he steals off Jack’s lips. 

“Okay,” he says, leaning over the newspaper spread out before them. “We can do this. Who was in The Irishman?”

-

Whoever said that thing about how it’s better to have tried and failed than to never have tried at all might have been onto something.

They concede to the crossword puzzle after almost an hour of staring at it. To Jack it seems pathetic, until Alex grins at him and promises that this is rather impressive considering when he tries to do it alone he only ever gets, like, ten answers, and they’re often wrong. 

Half-finished really isn’t so bad.

The rest of the afternoon and evening stretches out before them, in all its unscheduled glory, and Jack, like the mature adult he is, pulls Alex to the couch and insists they spend at least three hours of the day watching TV.

His second mug of tea is sitting, partially drunk, on the coffee table, Alex’s empty mug beside it. Jack’s is going cold but he’s warm with Alex’s head in his lap, eyes closed as Jack pushes a hand through his hair, and he can’t find it in himself to care. As a compromise, they’ve put on Project Runway, something Alex loves Jack enough to sit through but doesn’t care enough about to pay attention to. If Jack were a more petty person, he would be annoyed by this, but he’s not. Having Alex like this is arguably better, essential in the task of keeping Jack’s thighs warm and also giving Jack something to look at when the urge strikes him.

The angles of Alex’s face and the way his hair flops over his forehead are enough to keep Jack mesmerized for hours.

It’s in one of these moments of weakness, Jack gazing down at the boy in his lap instead of watching the high-stakes but decidedly less enchanting events unfold on the TV, that Alex opens his eyes. His gaze catches Jack unawares, but Jack doesn’t flinch.

“You’re not even watching,” Alex huffs, smirking. “It was your idea to watch something and you aren’t even watching it.”

“I’ve got a better view right here,” Jack says.

Alex just rolls his eyes. “C’mere,” he says, grabbing clumsily at the front of Jack’s shirt.

“I don’t think I am physically capable of kissing you from this angle.”

“Oh, is that a challenge?” Alex picks his head up and pulls Jack down, and it’s not ideal or particularly attractive, but Jack has to admit that they do, technically, kiss, thus proving Jack wrong, which is probably in Alex’s top ten favorite things to do. Only for a second, though, before Jack pulls away.

“I stand corrected, but I also kind of hated that,” he says.

Alex laughs, musical and bright. “Sorry. Let me try again.” He shifts around, straightening up until his feet are on the floor and his body is upright, and this time Jack has no complaints when Alex curls his fingers around the collar of Jack’s t-shirt and drags him in. 

Project Runway isn’t exactly the ideal soundtrack to making out on the couch, but Jack’s not picky.

A fluttering touch lands on Jack’s hip, sneaking just under the hem of his shirt to rest against his skin. Alex releases Jack’s shirt, sliding his other hand up and around to cradle Jack’s face, thumb brushing his jaw. The show in the background fades to nothing, as so often the world does when Alex’s lips are on his. Everything is Alex and Alex is everything — and maybe that’s always true, but it’s easier to sink into when they’re attached in so many places, lips under teeth and noses brushing cheeks and hands forever tracing skin, clothes, hair, whatever ends up beneath Jack’s fingertips. 

It’s looking more and more like the love in the kitchen hadn’t been confined to the kitchen. Or maybe it had never been about the kitchen, but the company. And maybe Jack has known this all along, and the love he feels for Alex follows him around like a stray dog, like a best friend, like a promise. It bleeds from him, infusing itself into the air without ever lessening in himself. Sometimes it trips off his tongue.

Often it does.

“I love you,” Jack murmurs, like he’s just a ragdoll stuffed with love who’s coming apart at the seams, another stitch undone whenever Alex touches him. He’ll keep spilling this love over them and somehow he’ll never run out, and if that makes him weak then Jack is content to be weak. 

Alex only laughs a little, but it’s not mean-spirited, just sweet. “Would it surprise you to know that I love you, too?”

It wouldn’t. This is the secret to Jack’s never-ending supply: the love he gives is the love he receives.

“I love you for making me breakfast,” Jack whispers, pressing his lips to Alex’s cheek, just outside the corner of his eye. “And for the tea. And for making me do the crossword puzzle with you. And for watching shitty reality TV with me.” With each proclamation he brushes a kiss to Alex’s forehead, his other cheek, the corner of his mouth. Alex’s smile stretches across his face, crinkling his eyes by the time Jack kisses him again, for real, though he still returns it to the best of his ability.

It doesn’t last long. “You don’t play fair, JB,” Alex breathes, then laughs again like he can’t help it. “What am I supposed to say to that?”

“You could start with ‘I love you too,’” Jack suggests, slanting a breezy smile at Alex. “That usually works.”

Alex gathers Jack’s wrists in his hands and kisses his palms, one after the other, before lifting his gaze back to Jack. In the light of the apartment, Jack has never seen anyone more beautiful. The truth of his own earlier words washes over him like a sedative, a comforting tranquilizer. 

“Doesn’t feel like enough,” Alex admits, “but I’m not sure this love can be put into words, you know?”

Jack does know.

“Though it’s worth saying,” Alex continues, sliding his hands into Jack’s until their fingers are interlaced, “that I love you for doing the impossible crossword with me, and I love your half-drunk cups of tea, and I loved you in the morning and I love you right now and when we go to sleep tonight, I’ll love you then, and every night after that for the rest of my life, you know what? I’ll love you for those too.”

Jack understands that these are big, big words, promises that are much easier to make than keep. But with Alex holding his gaze and his hands right now, sheltered from the real world or maybe creating it, he knows that Alex means every word, and Jack does too.

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Moving Out of the Friendzone >> Vlamburn RPF >> Rated E

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Michael has always been a touchy motherfucker is the thing. Not inappropriately, Jesus, no, but he likes people. Likes letting them know that he likes them and when he really, really, likes someone his boundaries fly out the fucking window.

That’s how it begins. A leg draped over a thigh. A kiss on the cheek that’s too sloppy to be anything but platonic. He doesn’t notice the way his heart does that cartoonish THUNK with every slide of skin on skin because this man is objectively gorgeous and serotonin is hard to come by, you know?

Being around Tyler is a drug in itself and he doesn’t get it until he gets it.

They’re sitting on Tyler’s couch watching a movie he couldn’t care jack shit about and Tyler’s a certified full course meal in a ratty shirt and sweatpants that are so old the garter is hanging on to Tyler’s hips by sheer force of will. Those Little Sweatpants Who Could are giving him a glimpse of tan skin and hipbone and Michael, who’s always thought he was straight until he isn’t, is suddenly thinking thoughts about his friend that would make even Guerin blush.

“What’s wrong with you?”

There’s a beat of perfect comedy where he just stares at Tyler and Tyler stares back, eyebrow raised while on the jumbo TV a grungy ass looking cowboy is frozen mid-sentence.

“You, um, you have a freckle that looks like that one constellation,” Michael finally stutters out.

Tyler frowns and rucks up his shirt to look and holy christ Michael is either a genius or a masochist. The glimpse of tan skin is in full view highlighting washboard abs and a smattering of dark hair. Michael’s mouth is as dry as a Santa Fe desert and the way the internet uses the word thirsty suddenly makes perfect sense.

Tyler is looking at him curiously now. Michael knows he’s gone red, eyes just a shade too dark. He licks his lips and Tyler’s curious expression turns into the slightest smirk as if Michael had just told him his deepest secret. Maybe he has.

“C’mere.”

Tyler pulls him close, gentle as anything. As if making sure he could nope out if he wanted. It’s the last thing Michael wants which is obvious from the total lack of grace that causes him to almost smack their foreheads together.

“You’re eager,” Tyler teases with a laugh once he’s not in danger of an errant headbutt and Michael kind of wants to die, but then he doesn’t because Tyler’s hand is in his hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

Michael has kissed Tyler maybe a hundred times is the thing. He’s talked extensively about Tyler’s mouth and lips and how lucky he is cause Tyler Blackburn is a damn excellent kisser.

What he forgot is that Tyler is also an excellent actor and the person he’s been kissing has always been Alex Manes. This kiss. This one is all Tyler.

Tyler kisses with the same kind of passion and laser focus he does everything else. It’s hot and wet and so fucking deep Michael makes a noise he doesn’t mean to make. A good one judging by the way Tyler surges up against him, licking into his mouth and Michael is moaning all over again. There’s a fire burning low in his belly and he’s hungry for it, impatient for more.

It’s not until Tyler’s fingers clenches in his hair, tugging slightly that Michael breaks off the kiss with a gasp.

“I’m going to start dry humping you like a teenager if you keep that up,” he warns, gratified to see that at least Tyler looks just as wrecked as Michael feels, his pink lips lush and swollen from kissing. 

“I’m not complaining,” Tyler says, the smile he gives Michael so effortlessly sexy it’s almost unfair.

Both of them lose their shirts quickly. Michael’s pants too upon Tyler’s insistence. Strong arms tug at him so that he’s straddling Tyler in nothing but the Batman boxers he’d pulled on that morning not knowing his wildest wet dreams were about to become reality.

Tyler doesn’t seem to mind. He eyes him, hot and hungry, and Michael grins, puffing up his chest a bit. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Tyler says, laughing lightly before pulling him in for another kiss.

The kiss starts slower this time, but just as filthy and so fucking deep that everything in Michael burns. Tyler’s hands are on his hips urging him to grind down and Michael’s moaning, mouth hanging open as Tyler nibbles on his lower lip.

“You’re so hot. How are you so fucking hot?” Michael babbles as he gasps for air, relishing the way Tyler flushes high on his cheeks.

“Don’t you ever stop talking?” Tyler asks against Michael’s neck, his mouth and tongue doing sinful things to his sensitive pulse point.

“Have you met me? I’m like a shark. I die if I stop talking.”

Tyler’s hands trail up Michael’s torso. “Let’s put that to the test shall we?”

“Oh fuck— oh, oh, fuck yes.”

High, needy noises escape his throat as large hands squeeze his chest, fingers rubbing and tweaking his sensitive nipples. He’s never told anyone how much he loves to have his pecs played with and lavished with attention, but Tyler decodes every sound he makes like some kind of treasure map. He’s panting, gasping and out of breath at the repeated feel of teeth scraping against his nipples followed by the wet swipe of Tyler’s tongue.

It’s all too much and not enough.

“Is it— can we—” Michael’s blushing and stuttering like a damn teenager and he doesn’t even care.

“All you have to do is ask, sweetheart,” Tyler whispers against Michael’s mouth, reaching down, down, down, freeing him from his boxers and enveloping Michael’s cock in a firm, wet slide.

“Oh dear fuck.”

Michael has to bite down on his lip, eyes squeezing shut overwhelmed by the contact. He forces his eyes open and drinks in the way Tyler’s eyes are huge and dark as he strokes Michael so fucking sweet that Michael whines as he looks down and sees drops of precome spill onto Tyler’s hand, easing the slide.

“I’m so fucking lucky. Seriously, how did I get this lucky? Jesus,” Michael gasps when Tyler twists his hand on the upstroke making sparks shoot up his belly. “You’re just talented all over.”

“Can you stop,” Tyler says with a fond shake of his head. “You’re making it hard to concentrate.”

“You can do it. I believe in you,” Michael grunted, rolling his hips into Tyler’s tight fist, “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about Guerin and Alex just so I won’t feel weird jacking off thinking about you?”

This time Tyler does laugh, eyes scrunching cutely. “You are so fucked up.”

“Your fault for being so goddamned hot.”

As if to get back to him from another compliment, Tyler speeds up, his thumb circling the head of Michael’s cock, swiping against the slit. Filthy, wet sounds fill the room. Michael’s moans and Tyler’s sharp breathing mixing in what Michael can only assume sounds like a really great porno.

He breaks off into another moan when Tyler suddenly thrusts his hips up so Michael’s cock fucks into the circle of Tyler’s fist roughly. Pleasure swells inside him, an intense flame that seems to lick through his every cell.

“I want to—” Michael’s grips Tyler’s shoulders, strokes his biceps, tries to get Tyler to lose his pants in a desperate need to touch.

“Later,” Tyler says with a shake of his head, hands tugging at Michael’s hair and making him groan. “I want to see you come.”

He’s fucking into Tyler’s fist at the same time that Tyler bucks against him, the hard swell of his cock pushing against Michael’s ass and his brain fritzes out at the thought of riding Tyler just like this, but a lot more fucking naked. He’s never had a dick inside him before, but what if, what if.

The image of Tyler sweat-slick and gasping as he pounds into Michael burns right through him and Michael is suddenly, dangerously at the edge. He moans low and breathy, so fucking turned on he feels crazed with it. “Tyler, baby, I’m gonna— oh— oh — oh god— ”

Tyler sucks hard against Michael’s collar bone and that’s it he’s shouting Tyler’s name, jerking against him and coming hard, riding the crashing waves of pleasure until he’s shaking in its aftershock.

Michael presses their foreheads together as he comes down, flushed and sweaty and unfairly naked compared to how Tyler’s still wearing half his clothes.

“Sorry,” he says, without really meaning it when he sees the mess he made on Tyler’s stomach and chest. It’s a fucking gorgeous picture is what it is and it’s going straight into his spank bank.

Tyler pulls him down for a kiss, nice and slow and sweet, then grabs Michael’s discarded shirt and cleans himself off with it.

“Nice,” Michael says, wrinkling his nose at the soiled top. “I’ll have to go home shirtless.”

“Bet it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“First time coming home from your place,” Michael says, an eyebrow raised knowing full well what a bunch of gossips he lives with.

“Maybe we should throw that in the wash.”

“Find something to keep us occupied in the meantime?”

Tyler’s grin is full of light and mischief and something inside Michael warms in a way that has nothing to do with sex. “I do have a really nice shower.”

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[angry-slytherin]

Heaven Help Me(Ch 14)

“You know, I like living with you.”

Alex laughs at Jo from the couch, “What? Were the last two days a trial run?” Jo leans her cheek on the kitchen countertop.

“No. But you know that I was scared. I didn’t think I would be, but I was,” Jo picks at her nails nervously, “It’s hot as hell in here.”

“This place needs some A.C.” Alex groans, joining Jo in the kitchen.

“Does that help?” he cocks his head, staring oddly at Jo. She laughs, lifting her head and pushing her hair back from her sweaty forehead.

“No, not really,” she sighs, “but it helps to think it does.” Jo pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her clad in a sports bra.

Alex steps around the counter, “Well one of us is hot in more ways than one,” his voice goes low and his eyebrow hitches. He places his hands on her waist.

“I’m sweaty Alex,” she whines.

“Well, you could be sweaty in more ways than one?” Jo rolls her eyes and kisses him quickly.

“No, I actually have to go in today. Bailey was tampering in the lab...I don’t know. Some of us don’t get the day off on our day off,” Jo sighs. Alex kisses her once more.

“Tonight?”

Jo peels herself away from him, “Tonight, after the wedding. I have to shower before I go.”

“Can I at least join you?” Alex calls after her.

She whips her head back, her ponytail sticking to the back of her neck, “It’ll be a cold one!”

Alex grins and runs after her.

***

“Jo! Jo!” Jo whips her head around to see Amelia, looking frazzled, holding Scout piggy-back style on her front side.

“Can you take him to daycare? I have to scrub in on an emergency neuroblastoma,” Amelia’s hair is a neat bun sitting on the back of her head; her anxiety riddled face tells a different story.

Jo nods vigorously, reaching out her arms, “Sure, yeah. C’mere buddy,” Jo smiles at Scout. Amelia kisses the boys forehead, rushing off and thanking Jo into the wind.

“Okay, lets get you up to darecare so Aunt Jo can meet Doctor Bailey in the lab. Sound good?” Jo rhetorically asks the toddler resting on her hip. He smiles and nods at her.

“Okay,” Jo smiles back, “let’s go.” She heads toward the elevator.

“Do you want to press the button?” Jo leans toward the elevator wall so that Scout can press it.

“Oh, he’s adorable!” An older woman- Jo can tell by her once brown hair now graying- grins widely at Scout.

“Yeah,” Jo smiles, “he’s-“

“My boy looked just like him!” The woman laughs shrilly. Jo nearly grimaces. She thinks maybe she should have never left home this morning with Alex’s hot, sweaty body for company. Oh, she probably shouldn’t think about that. Tonight.

“Do you have kids?” the woman breaks Jo’s thoughts, “I’m assuming he’s not yours, because of the eyes, oh and I don’t mean to be-“ The elevator door rings.

“No, I don’t,” Jo smiles as they step into the elevator.

“Are you a doctor?” The woman absent mindedly studies her own polished nails. Jo feels like it’s an interrogation.

“Yes, a surgeon,” Jo looks again at the elevator doors, willing them to open.

“Don’t let being a surgeon stop you from having kids. My brother did that. It always ate him up- the regret. Just some advice, honey.”

Jo shifts uncomfortably, hiking Scout up on her hip, “I don’t plan on it, ma’am.” Once again, Jo really wishes she’d blown Bailey off with an excuse like a flat tire. Had hospital dwellers always been this annoying and invasive? Maybe it was just Seattle. Why did she need to be think about kids? Does Alex want kids?

Finally, the elevator reaches Jo’s floor, and wishing the annoying woman a good day, she heads for the daycare. Once she drops him off, she rushes to her lab.

“Doctor Bailey, I am so sorry, I have had the worst morn-“

“I don’t want your excuses,” Bailey huffs, “just get over here and get your big brain to work.” Jo shrugs, dropping her purse on a bench, and making her way to Bailey’s station.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Call your engineer friends and see if you’ve done it. Made the antibodies work.”

Jo gapes, “You didn’t change it? You think my raw hypothesis was it? I don’t-“

“Just do it, Wilson.”

“Doctor Bailey, I- I don’t think- why the rush?”

Bailey sighs, looking at Jo softly for the first time in all the months she’s worked with her.

“Catherine Fox award submissions are due next week. And Wilson,” she says sincerely, “you have a winner here. It’s not a cure for cancer, but it’s certainly a step bigger than anyone else could get at. The world deserves to know. And you’ll be bringing news to my hospital,” Bailey humphs in the end. Jo studies the older surgeon for a moment, biting her lip.

“I’ll call the engineering lab today. I appreciate your enthusiasm, Chief, but I don’t want to come out to the medical world as crazy. I had an idea- and it might now work,” Jo shrugs. She has never imagined that this was a viable idea, much less a prestigious award-winning one.

“I have a belief, Wilson. I have a belief,” Bailey says, almost ominously, and exits the lab. Jo is left with her thoughts. Is it worth it to submit? Does Alex want kids?

The latter doesn’t leave her mind as she drives home a half hour later, deciding that this really was a day off.

She reaches the door to her and Alex’s apartment ten minutes later, jamming the key into the lock. She pushes the door open, and pulls the key out.

“I’m home!” Jo yells, and she feels her heart flutter. It just feels so good to say that. Alex shows up a moment later, stealing a hello kiss from Jo.

“Hi,” she smiles, leaning her forehead against his. Alex grins back.

“I’m bored. I don’t like days off,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around Jo, and kicking the door closed. Jo reaches back to lock it.

“You know what Bailey called me in for? She wants me to submit my research for a Catherine Fox award,” Jo leads Alex into her- their- bedroom.

“Wow,” he smiles, “that’s incredible! Are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know,” Jo shrugs, “I don’t want to think about it until the wedding is over. It’s too much stress piled on for one day. What time is it?”

“Ten forty eight. We should start getting ready” Alex looks at his watch, “We have to leave in forty minutes. You’re best woman. Pretty sure you can’t be late,” Alex shrugs.

Jo’s eyes widen and realization spreads across her face, “Crap. Crap. Crap!” she nervously digs through the closet, pulling her dress out from the back. She throws it on the bed, rushing into the bathroom. Alex rolls his eyes.

“We have time, Jo,” he tells her. Jo leans out of the bathroom, looking fear-stricken.

“No, Alex. Some of us have to leave in 10 minutes because we’re supposed to be at Amelia and Link’s house at 11:15,” Jo huffs, her face reddening. Alex sighs, grabbing her shoulders and steadying her.

“What do you need me to do?” he asks. Jo feels her heart clench. Her normally grumpy, bristly boyfriend offering to help her when she’s stressing lightens the heavy feeling the anxiety chemicals have created within her.

“Uh,” she stalls, “I need, um- can you find my heels? The white ones with the hole near the toe? Please?” Alex kisses her forehead and nods. Ten minutes. It doesn’t feel so long now. It’s a strange feeling, she thinks, falling in love; real love, with someone she can trust. Just strange.

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Can I Give You What You Need?

For @michaelguerinweek​ day 5: always support the bottom

Summary: Michael is a prostitute in the early 1900s and sees a soldier he likes.

ao3

"Where you goin', Solider?"

Alex froze as he realized the voice that had been trailing him for the last few minutes had now gotten very close. He looked over his shoulder to see the woman‒or, not quite a woman‒posted up against the dank brick wall of the ally. The fact that he paused seemed to give the person the go-ahead to move closer.

They were wearing a tight-fitting green dress, the end sinched up to show muscular legs in tights. On top was a cloak of some sort that covered most of their face. All Alex saw was a fit body, a chiseled jaw, and red-stained lips. The closer they got, the more manly the features appeared. He gulped.

Alex had heard about these people. These men and women who would hang around the barracks, looking for soldiers to con into their bed. His father had told him to be so very wary of those men in particular. He'd said they would dress as women as a trick in order to defile him, how they would turn him a sinner and a criminal. He'd drilled into his mind forever that lying with a man was the worst crime he could ever commit.

It made it much harder to rationalize why he wanted to so badly.

"I've seen you around, Soldier," he said lowly, a smile slinking onto his lips as he slowly pulled back the hood of the cloak. Alex felt heat pool deep in his stomach. The man was gorgeous.

"I don't have any money," Alex said cooly. The man tilted his head in confusion, a sweet smile on his face.

"Who spoke of money?"

Alex let himself take in the man once again. He knew most men of the night dressed like women, especially around the barracks. Many people would turn a blind eye to seeing a solider alongside a lady of the night but would call it in if it was a man. They were supposed to immediately arrest any whore spotted within a 10-mile radius of them, but that typically didn't happen. More often than not, he'd see his friends threaten women into sleeping with them in exchange for not arresting them. Alex didn't have it in him to do the same, no matter how often he got teased for being a virgin.

It was easier than to explain he just didn't want what they wanted.

"I'm not stupid," Alex said, his eyes drifting to the questionably perfect curls that donned the man's head. His eyes were large and murky, but still beautiful as they seeked to absorb any light that the moon might give. God help him. "I know what you are."

The smirk on the man's face never faded as he tilted his head to the side. "Do you, now?"

Alex had to knock some sense into himself. The longer he stared, the longer he wanted to try it. He would never get another opportunity to be with a man, not like that, not without risking someone finding out and ruining his life. But he knew it was a bad idea to even think about sinning, so he straightened his back once again and tried not to focus on how soft the man's lips looked.

"You're lucky I haven't arrested you yet," Alex said firmly, trying his best to sound as indisputable as his father. The man just smiled, his face nothing short of kind and welcoming.

"I'm lucky you haven't left yet," he said, moving closer. Everything his father had ever told him screamed at Alex to step away, but everything that was Alex didn't want to. This man was beautiful and was interested in him the way that Alex had been interested in other men. He’d never met someone who was like him in that regard. He didn't need to be back at the barracks until morning and if he was gone all night, he could easily brag about some woman he'd met and gone to bed with. They'd praise him for it and Alex could keep this as his dirty little secret.

Besides, his father was nowhere to be seen outside of his mind.

"Guys like you are special, you could have me for free. Guys I like don't always have to pay," the man said, his tone softer as he reached out to finger the collar of Alex's uniform. It was becoming harder to remember all the reasons why he shouldn't. He let himself be pulled closer.

"I'll pay," Alex said before he could stop himself. A large smile slipped onto the man's face and he tugged Alex a little closer.

"I thought you said you have no money," he mused. His back was pressed against the brick now with Alex pulled in close to his front. Alex longed more than ever before to get out of his uniform and to get this man out of his frock. He made a decision in that moment and let his forehead rest against the other man's. Calloused hands slid up to cup his cheeks.

"I have a little," Alex admitted weakly. He had a quarter. He hoped that would be enough. "What's your name?"

"What do you want it to be?"

"No, no," Alex said, his hands hovering over the other man's hips. He didn't know if or where he was allowed to touch. God, he wanted to touch. "I want to know you. I don't... I want this to be as real as possible."

This was his only chance to be with a man. He wanted it authentically.

The man's eyes scanned over Alex's face, almost checking to see how serious he was. Alex hoped he could see that he was. This man was gorgeous, someone that Alex would've loved to love in another life. He wanted to pretend that's what this was, if only for a night. He wanted to be just two normal people together for a moment where everything felt right. It seemed he understood that.

"Michael," he said, his thumb tracing over Alex's cheek, "And you?"

"Alex," he answered.

"My sweet Alexander," Michael whispered softly and Alex felt like his head was spinning.

Within a few seconds, Alex discovered the reason why he had always been so drawn to men. He'd kissed before, but only women, so the feeling of a man on his lips was enough to make his stomach drop. Not that Michael was inherently masculine. It was enough for Alex to know he was kissing a man. His breath was stolen from his lungs at the touch, sharp desire drenching him from head to toe.

"Are you alright?" Michael whispered against his lips and Alex couldn't even open his eyes.

"More than."

Michael's fingers slid into Alex's hair, holding him closer to kiss him a little deeper. Alex melted into him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He could've stayed there all night and all day and all week if he was allowed. Michael's kisses made everything make sense. He never, ever wanted them to stop. He wondered if every man's kisses felt that way or if this was all Michael.

"Come on," Michael whispered, his finger tracing down Alex's jaw and finishing at his lip, "Let's go somewhere private."

He followed him like a lost puppy.

Michael led him a few blocks away, sneaking a few kisses each time they went through an alleyway. Eventually, they found their way to what Alex assumed was a makeshift brothel only a few blocks away from the barracks. On the outside, it looked like a normal home. On the inside, it was clear that Michael wasn't the only whore living there. Alex couldn't even be bothered, not when Michael smiled at him like he did and pulled him into a room where they could be all alone.

It was a very small room, hardly enough space for the bed and lamp that were inside, but Alex was hardly able to notice before he was pulled back into a kiss. Michael was smiling against his lips which had Alex smiling and soon they were both grinning too wide to keep kissing, their noses bumping as hands roamed.

“You want clothes on or off?” Michael asked, slowly fingering the buttons of Alex’s uniform. Alex looked down at the dress on the other man.

“Off,” he said simply. It wasn’t that Michael didn’t look great‒because god he did‒but Alex wanted so badly to be naked with him. He had been naked around other men before, but none he was allowed to touch. He was so eager to touch.

“Good,” Michael grinned.

Alex watched with eager fingers as Michael loosened the tie at the back of his dress and started to pull it over his head. Alex came forward to help, trying not to smile like a little kid whenever he grazed bare skin. The fabric hit the floor with a soft thud and Alex folded in his lips as he took in the bare chest before him. All that was left keeping his modesty was a pair of tights that were so close to being transparent that they might as well have been off as well.

“C’mere,” Michael said softly, skilled hands cupping his cheeks as he moved in for a kiss. It was slow and deliberate. Alex jumped slightly whenever Michael slowly licked into his mouth for the first time. He’d never felt anything like that before. It was weird and slimy and he wanted him to do it again. Still, Michael let out a soft giggle at his reaction. “You’re so cute.”

“Do you treat everyone like this?” Alex wondered softly, letting his hands rub up and down the man’s thin sides. He was being awfully soft and careful, nothing like he’d heard of whores before. Especially not the men. They were all supposed to be seductive deviants who could con you into doing things you didn’t want and then stealing from you. Michael was… not that.

“No,” he answered honestly, shaking his head just a little bit though enough to brush their noses together, “But I like you. You’re nice.”

“I’m not nice,” Alex said. There was nothing nice about wanting to touch another man. His dad said it was evil. Evil isn’t nice. Michael slid his hands over Alex’s chest, holding his face gingerly all over again.

“You are so sweet. And kind. And cute. And nice.” Michael gave him a kiss between each compliment, drawing out a smile from him all over again. He wanted this forever. Even if he wasn’t allowed to have this forever.

Alex considered asking if every kiss from a man left him feeling like he was on fire, or if that was only Michael. The problem with that was that he was sure Michael didn’t have the same feeling. How embarrassing would it be to say he was falling in love with the kisses of a male whore?

Michael did the tongue thing again and Alex clutched his hips. He did his best to mimic his mouth movements and it seemed to be enough. The itchy tunic was pushed off his shoulders once Michael got it completely open, letting it fall to the floor haphazardly. The voices in his head that were put there by his elders screamed at him to pick it up and fold it, but the loudest one, the only one that was his, told him to pull Michael closer. So he did.

There was something overwhelming about the sweet smile on Michael’s lips and Alex let his hands slip into his hair, tugging gently even as he held him close. He’d never felt his skin against someone else’s like this. Everything felt so good, so right, that he could hardly find any worries as he struggled to kick off his boots without letting go of the boy in front of him. Michael laughed, peeling off of him just long enough for him to tear his boots off before clambering back together.

Michael’s hands caressed his hips and his back and his shoulders. For the first time in his life, Alex felt wanted. Every other moment, he was overwhelmed with worry that he was being nothing more than a burden. With Michael, though, he felt like he was meant to be there. He assumed that was his job, but it was so easy to pretend with him.

“Are you okay with this?” Michael whispered against his lips as he undid the buttons of Alex’s stupid uniform breeches. He nodded. As Michael tugged them down, Alex looped his thumbs between the waistband of his tights.

“Are you okay with this?” Alex mimicked. A wide smile found Michael’s face and he nodded excitedly.

In seconds, they were both bare and it should’ve been the worst thing in the world. He should’ve been embarrassed. He should’ve felt shame. Instead, he’d never felt more like a man in his life.

They met in the middle, their foreheads pressed together as idle fingers traced over bodies that weren’t theirs. For a moment it couldn’t even be considered sexual, it was honest fascination. Michael’s ribs were more prominent than Alex’s and his collarbone was more prevalent. Alex’s chest and stomach were dotted with hair while Michael was either impeccably clean-shaven or never grew any in the first place. Michael had clear lines on his hips that seemed to form an arrow downward while Alex had nothing of the sort.

Alex let his eyes slowly drift shut as he gently let his fingers slide down Michael’s hips and down the front of his thighs. He could hear the other man gulp. It instantly made his eyes open and he looked at him in the eyes. Michael nodded.

“So,” Michael whispered, his breathing slightly faster than it was before as Alex kept letting his fingers wander, “How do you want to do this?” The first thought that came into Alex’s mind was confusion on why he was asking. He’d never heard anyone have this conversation, never read of anything having this conversation. Though he supposed he never really heard of people asking for permission at all.

Which led to his very stupid answer.

“I want to be the man.”

Michael let out a soft laugh, his hands sliding over Alex’s shoulders and cupping his newly red cheeks. “Between us, there is no man and no woman. I don’t like that thought. There are a million different ways to do a million different things regardless of what you call yourself. We are just two people sharing an experience.”

Even through his embarrassment, he knew he just wanted to be around Michael all the time. He didn’t want to think like soldiers and his father thought‒he wanted to be comfortable. The way Michael thought was comfortable. He wasn’t shameful or different or wrong, he was just a person who was living. He wanted to live.

“Okay,” Alex said easily, nodding as he melted into Michael’s touch again, “Then how do I say what I want?” Michael smiled easily,

“Well, do you want to give or receive or would you like to do neither?” Michael asked. Alex furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing up and down his sides.

“I don’t understand,” he said, “How do you do neither?”

Michael smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “We can just… touch.”

For a moment, Alex didn’t understand exactly what he meant. What was the point if you didn’t do anything? However, Michael dropped his hand from his face and put it securely between Alex’s legs. Then he understood.

“Oh,” he breathed and Michael let out a sweet little giggle. “I-I would still like to give, but…”

“Yeah, of course,” Michael responded, keeping his hand where it was as he moved in for a kiss.

Alex tried to kiss back, but it didn’t really work. He found himself just clutching onto Michael’s body with his head bowed against his as Michael moved. Alex had touched himself before‒even though that was also a sin‒but nothing compared to someone else doing it. Michael slowed to a stop before he could finish and met Alex’s eyes with nothing short of pure desire in him.

“Why’d you stop?” Alex whispered, his mind dizzy and fighting the urge to grab himself if Michael didn’t blame on continuing. The man raised an eyebrow.

“Do you want it to be over now or do you want it to continue? Because I can finish you now,” Michael offered, but Alex shook his head. He wanted to drag this out as much as he could.

So, Alex mimicked him again, grabbing between Michael’s legs and instantly watching shock turn into easy pleasure. Somehow, watching Michael slowly let himself go against his touch felt even better than being touched himself. He found himself so turned on it almost hurt.

After a few minutes, Michael surged forward with a hot, desperate, intoxicating kiss. Alex took that as a sign to stop touching him between his thighs and moved his hands to wrap his arms completely around him, pulling him in as close as their bodies would allow. It was everything. This was the meaning of life if there ever was one.

Eventually, Alex found himself actually using one of the condoms his commanding officer had forced on the entire base. He was very tired of losing soldiers to diseases given to them by the whores they slept with. Alex never thought he’d ever use one. Yet, here he was.

He traced anxious fingers over Michael’s back as he laid on the bed. While, for the most part, he’d been relatively confident with everything they’d done, he was now feeling almost scared. He had no idea what to do. He’d seen more than he’d like when it came to some other soldiers who had no shame in bending a girl over a table in front of a crowded room, but that was it. And the last thing he wanted to do was something wrong or hurt him.

Alex took a deep breath and grabbed his hips. He would just try what he saw. He could do that.

“Wait,” Michael said before he could put his thoughts into action. Alex immediately let go and moved away. He watched as Michael reached into the little drawer in the side table, pulling out a little container. “Here, use this.”

Alex grabbed the container and stared at it as Michael returned to lie on the bed. He tried to figure out what to do with it, he really did. However, staring at the bare body in front of him that looked nothing short of heavenly, he couldn’t come up with a purpose for it.

“Use this for what?” he asked quietly. Michael looked over his shoulder with a soft laugh, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He sat in front of Alex, smiling widely up at him as he gently touched the back of his thighs.

“It helps. Look, you trust me?” Michael asked. Logically, Alex should’ve said no, but he nodded nonetheless. Michael pulled him a bit closer. “Relax as much as you can.” Alex did as he was told. “So, without it, it can be kinda uncomfortable.” Without much further warning, Michael pushed a finger inside him and it pushed Alex onto his toes. It was indeed uncomfortable. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it wasn’t exactly pleasurable.

“Yeah,” Alex agreed. Michael smiled and removed it, letting him relax again. He took the same finger and dipped it in the little container Alex was holding.

“This helps it go in easier so you can focus on the good feeling rather than tightness or pain. Either way, you should be careful. It’s very easy to get hurt,” Michael explained.

“Have you ever been hurt by someone who wasn’t careful?” Alex asked, genuinely curious. He didn’t know too much about the ins and outs of sex; he wasn’t aware that you could actually be hurt by it. Then again, he never asked. Michael looked up at him with hesitation on his face before he nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m alright now,” Michael whispered. They stared at each other for a moment before Michael shook it off. He reinserted his finger into Alex and this time, even as he went onto his toes again, it made a lot more sense. For a moment he wasn’t sure if it felt better because he knew what to expect or what, but it was enough to understand. He really understood it whenever he let himself drop to his heels again. And apparently, it showed on his face because Michael laughed. “You still wanna be on top?”

“Yeah,” Alex whispered, feeling a coldness mixing with the heat in his stomach as Michael pulled away. It didn’t last long, though, because he took it upon himself to coat Alex in the oil.

Then he found himself again staring at Michael’s bare ass. He thought about how tight it had felt with Michael in him and figured that going from nothing to an entire erection was a large jump, so he dipped his fingers in the oil as well. Alex knelt between his spread thighs. For this, he didn’t have much of anything to mimic. He just had to watch Michael.

“Is this alright?” he asked, slowly pumping a finger in and out of him. Michael nodded, tucking his arms beneath his head.

“You can add another one,” he said, so Alex did what he was told. He watched Michael’s face as he moved, watched his eyes close and his breathing settled into something so controlled that it was unreal. Because of that, after a few moments, he added another. Michael breathed deeper. He fidgeted just a little bit, letting out the world’s softest moan that had Alex confused if he wanted to keep going or if he wanted to just cuddle up with him. “Move a little faster.”

He kept going.

“Sh-should I add another, or…?” Alex asked. He really tried to keep his voice steady so he could sound less nervous, more sexy, but he only had so much control in that. Michael hummed.

“Depends on what the goal is.”

“Huh?”

“Well, are you tryin’ to stick your whole hand up there or what?”

“No,” Alex laughed, seeing Michael smiling just the same. He felt so lucky for a moment in time before he had to remind himself that Michael wasn’t his to feel lucky about.

“Okay, well, you can give it all to me now, if you want. Whatever you want, Alex,” Michael insisted. Alex shook his head, still moving his hand as he leaned forward to press a kiss between the man’s shoulder blades.

“Tell me what you want,” Alex whispered. Michael was silent for a moment and Alex just stared at him, waiting patiently.

“I want you,” Michael answered simply. So Alex did what he was told.

Michael thankfully reached behind him and helped Alex guide himself inside. Then it was up to him. He moved slow at first, trying to gauge what the right way to do this was. But it felt so impersonal. Michael wasn’t facing him and it was hard to really see if he was enjoying it. It sort of took the fun away. Not all of the fun, but some of it.

“Is there any way I can see your face when we do this?” Alex whispered.

“You want to see my face?”

“Yes. If you want to see mine.”

Alex pulled out completely and ignored the throbbing desire that ached across his whole body. He was so fucking eager, but he wanted this to be good. He wanted to have something to remember whenever he had to sleep with his wife one day, as cruel as it made him feel. He just wanted one night where he felt free.

Michael turned around, looking just as eager as Alex felt which made him feel some type of way. He was beautiful.

“Hook your arms under my knees,” Michael instructed and Alex followed suit. It took them a moment to make it comfortable, but they eventually did. “You alright?”

“Perfect.”

Michael gave him a sweet smile and welcomed him back inside with a guiding hand.

Things moved a lot more smoothly after that. Alex got the benefit of being inside Michael while watching him touch himself, his back arched as moans spilled from his lips in a much more pleasing manner. It was all-encompassing and overwhelming and Alex loved every single bit of it. He did his best to douse him in kisses the best he could on any patch of skin he could reach. His favorite place was easily his lips, pressed together but hardly able to do much other than pant and moan into each other’s mouths. In any other situation, it would’ve been revolting, but Alex found it to be nothing short of a reward.

He didn’t last long. He fell onto the bed beside Michael after he came, breathing heavy with tired eyes as he watched Michael still working to get himself off. As tired and drained as he was, Alex took over. Michael’s eyebrows were knitted together and his eyes were shut tight, jaw dropped haphazardly as he seemed to completely just give into Alex. It was enough to wake him up again.

Michael came in an admittedly messy way through a groan as Alex kept on until it was over, kissing across his neck all the way. They laid there for a moment afterward, the stickiness on Alex’s hand and Michael’s stomach not seeming to bother either of them as they laid there. Alex found comfort in laying with him, unintentionally cuddled up to his side with his nose tucked against his jaw.

Fear fell over him though when Michael moved away. Alex watched him hesitantly as he wiped off his stomach with a towel he grabbed from beneath the bed and then gingerly wiped down Alex’s hand as well. The fear only went away when Michael got back in bed and urged Alex to lay with him beneath the thin layer of sheets.

Micheal looked picturesque, his tan skin contrasting with the white sheets that draped over his hips. He knew that he couldn’t have been nearly as pleasing a sight to see. Regardless of that, he got a warm smile and a chaste kiss to make him feel even better.

“So, be honest,” Alex said softly after a moment of silence, “How bad was that?” Michael’s eyes lit up and he laughed.

“Who said it was bad?” he asked. Alex rolled his eyes, unable to even kind of act frustrated especially when Michael scooted closer. Their knees knocked beneath the sheets and his heart started racing.

“It was obvious that was the first time I’d done that. You don’t have to lie,” Alex said. Michael shook his head.

“It really wasn’t bad. You could use a little practice, but it was far from the worst I’ve had. You’re a very… considerate partner.”

“Considerate?”

“You seemed to actually care if I was enjoying myself.”

“Of course I did. What would I get from it if you weren’t?” Alex asked. A wild smile slipped onto Michael’s lips and he moved his bicep beneath his head. Alex hadn’t realized how muscular he was. He regretted not acknowledging that before.

“You are a peculiar young man.”

“Young man?” Alex sputtered, his nose scrunching in laughter, “We can’t be that different in age.”

“I’m twenty.”

“I’m older than you!”

“How old?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Hardly,” Michael said, grinning so wide it seemed to hurt his cheeks.

Alex wanted to touch him so badly, but he wasn’t sure if he should or could. He was close to asking for permission when Michael slid his foot up the side of his calf, hooking their legs together and pulling him close. That seemed like confirmation enough. He reached up and combed his fingers through Michael’s curls, tucking them behind his ear before letting his hand slide over his shoulder and down his side. He was so soft.

“Who was the worst?” Alex asked, still trailing his fingers across Michael’s skin. He could feel chills rise on him, but he kept on.

“Why?”

“I want to get to know you,” Alex admitted, shrugging his shoulders. Maybe he was doing things backward, you were definitely supposed to get to know someone before you get naked with them, but he wanted to know Michael. He was liking him more and more by the second. “Why not start with mocking someone else?”

There was something in Michael’s eyes that Alex didn’t recognize. It was close to shock, but Alex had already seen that on his face earlier. This was something entirely different. It had Alex questioning when the last time someone wanted to get to know him was.

“Okay,” Michael said softly, his hand reaching out to Alex’s hip where he rubbed circles with his thumb, “I can’t give you a name, he paid me handsomely to keep that to myself, but I’ll say it was a senator.”

Alex’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “You’ve had a senator? No.”

“Yes,” Michael chuckled, seeming to get lighter once again, “So many men in power have nasty little things they like to hide. More than a few have the same one of paying to sleep with men.”

“You think sleeping with men is nasty?” Alex inquired, raising an eyebrow. Michael scrunched up his nose and shook his head.

“Not at all. But they think it, so they make it so,” he explained, “But this man was… cruel. He was so very mean and, and some people like that which is alright when they tell me. If they tell me, then it can be controlled, but this man and so many men like him will just force to get what they want. But he wasn’t even any good at all besides that. I’m still not sure how he got anywhere with what he did to me.” Michael didn’t seem as upset as the words said he should’ve been. It was a strange mix. Alex squeezed his arm gently in comfort.

“At least it’s over.”

“Oh, it barely even lasted long. He may have been cruel, but he was hardly cruel for all of 10 minutes from the time he walked in to the time he left,” Michael snickered. Alex joined along with him.

“Okay, how did you even get here? How does a young man like you end up in a brothel?” Alex asked. Michael nearly barked a laugh, moving close enough to nudge his nose against Alex’s in some of the most stomach-churning actions of affection he’d ever received.

“Young man,” Michael teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he settled back on his arm, “It’s not a brothel, Alex. You’ve clearly never been to a brothel. I guess you could call it a whore house, that’d be closer, but even then this is just our home. Mama owns it and we pay our way to stay here, like paying rent. It’s got five bedrooms and an attic that Mama has split four ways for a few of us, but it’s just a house.”

“Okay,” Alex said, knowing a stupidly large smile was on his face, “Then how did you end up in this house?”

“I was a street kid,” Michael said, growing a little more serious. A little. “I don’t actually remember how that happened, don’t remember my parents and don’t remember ever being in an orphanage, I just know I was on the street. I assume someone had to watch out for me before I was able to do it myself, but I don’t remember. I was real charming though, I know that. I could sweet talk any old lady out of a few pennies, any baker out of a loaf of bread. Stole what I could, though, to get by. Few of the girls here would feed me if they had the money for a while, but when I was seven, I met Mama. She liked me, said I was too charming to grow up on the street and wanted to teach me, so she took me in. She would take a couple hours out of her day to teach me to read and write and get well educated, said I couldn’t stay charming if I grew up stupid. Kept me fed, clothed, housed, and well-read. Couldn’t be more thankful to her than I am.”

Alex pushed away the sympathy he had for his sad upbringing. Michael had shown he was more than a little adverse to Alex’s sympathy. “Then why aren’t you doing something more? You’re strong, you could be doing more than being a whore. You could’ve joined the army.” Michael sucked in a deep breath.

“No offense, Soldier, but there are a million things I would do before I donned that uniform of yours,” Michael said and Alex couldn’t find it in him to argue. The only reason he joined was because his father hadn’t given him another choice. “I’m a farmhand during the busier months, when they need me. That just only pays so well and in the cold months it doesn’t pay at all, so I had to do something else. Besides, I don’t mind this. Most of the people who pay me are confused men or lonely women.” That caught Alex off guard and he froze. The idea that Michael wasn’t actually interested in men hadn’t even crossed his mind. Had he chosen the wrong person to let go with?

“Women?”

“Yes, typically ones who aren’t being satisfied by their husbands or are widowed and simply want someone to hold for a while. Mrs. Holland from a few doors down pays me to come sit with her and read for an hour once a week. It’s not so bad,” Michael explained, but that didn’t answer his concern. Though, Michael seemed to realize that after a moment. “I fancy both sexes, Alex.”

He blinked a few times. “Both?”

“Yes,” Michael chuckled, “So many people seem to think you’re either alright or you’re a sin and I think people would change their minds if they allowed themselves to see it isn’t like that.” Alex nodded, going back to gliding his fingertips over his side.

“I wish I liked both,” he answered honestly. Michael furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why?”

“Then life would be easy.”

“Who says that?”

“Everyone.”

Michael shook his head, moving his hand to cup Alex’s jaw and they met eyes for a moment. “Not me. Life is only easy if you start listening to what you want.”

Before Alex could come up with an answer, there was knocking on the door. He turned to it in confusion.

“Michael,” a woman asked, concern clearly lacing her tone, “Is everything alright in there?”

“We’re fine!” Michael called back, not-so-discreetly scooting closer so their elbows bumped together if they moved. Alex still stared at him with a confused face, though he enjoyed the closer proximity. “They check on me if someone stays too long in case something bad is happening. They mother me. Mama said it’s good for them, though, so I let them.”

“Good for them?”

“I don’t know,” Michael shrugged, “I don’t question her.”

They fell silent for a moment, but it wasn’t for nothing. Alex’s eyes flickered across Michael’s face, getting caught on his lips over and over. Michael seemed to be doing the same and eventually closed the space between them. The kisses were lazy and slow and forced Alex to face the fact that they felt world-ending worthy. He shouldn’t love these kisses so much. He did though. He loved them. If he let himself feel foolish, he could find love for the man who gave them as well.

“Do all men’s kisses feel so…”

“No,” Michael said softly. The feeling Alex got when he realized it was mutual was indescribable. Michael’s hand moved up to hold the back of his head as he pressed another kiss. And they kissed for awhile, the overwhelming feeling never seeming to go away. In fact, it felt even stronger now that Alex was aware it wasn’t going to lead to sex. It was just because he wanted to.

The kisses slowed to a stop and they laid in silence, pressed against each other like they were made for it. Their breathing was matched beat for beat and their hearts were just the same. It was all too perfect. He wanted the world to stop so it would keep being perfect.

“Tell me about you,” Michael whispered, still holding him close. Alex made a small, pathetic whine as he woke himself up from the dormant state he’d been in for who knows how long.

“I’m in the army,” he said. Michael huffed a laugh through his nose.

“I know that, tell me something I don’t know.”

Alex shrugged slightly. “There’s nothing interesting about me.” It was true, there wasn’t. He’d grown up in a house with a mother, a father, and three older brothers. He got picked on for being small, but that was pretty much the only thing that stood out about him. Everything else was a little too All American.

“I don’t believe that,” Michael insisted. Alex racked him mind for anything that might be interesting and only landed on one thing. He opened his eyes before he dared to say it.

“I’m not white,” he whispered so softly, so scared someone might overhear. Michael opened his eyes too, but he didn’t seem to be turned off by what he was saying. “My mother is a native, but she lied when she and my father got married. She told the officiant that she was white and I have to tell people I’m white so no one finds out.”

“Why?” Michael asked, his fingers fiddling with the hair at the back of Alex’s neck.

“Interracial marriage is illegal here,” he answered simply, “People have to lie if they can.”

“I think you’re beautiful. Every white and non-white part of you is beautiful,” Michael said easily, “Everything about you is beautiful, down to your core.”

Alex shook his head slightly, though a smile pulled at his lips. “You hardly know me.”

“This isn’t the first night I saw you, you know,” Michael admitted. That woke Alex up a bit more. “You’re always the only soldier who isn’t mean to the people on the street. I saw you share your food with one of the little girls who is quite good at stealing money right out of men’s pockets. She didn’t even try to steal from you. That told me you were a good person. When I saw you alone tonight, I had to take my chance.”

“I’m glad you did,” Alex whispered. He couldn’t remember the exact moment Michael was mentioning, but he knew he’d shared food with a few different homeless children since he arrived at the barracks.

“Me too.”

Things were easy. They spent the rest of the night talking about everything and nothing, learning each other far too well considering they were a soldier and a whore. But they couldn’t help it. There seemed to be something unspeakable that drew them closer and got them to do things and admit things they really shouldn’t have. Alex told him of his older brothers and how they had all married young and seemed to hate their wives and he was scared to do the same. Michael told him how he dreamed of one day properly studying science. It went on and on until the sun rose.

“I should get back to the barracks before I get in trouble,” Alex whispered. Pulling himself out of Michael’s bed was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He wanted to curl up in bed with him and sleep forever.

“I enjoy your company, Alexander,” Michael said, rolling onto his stomach once he was in bed alone. He looked tired and the sheet barely covered the enticing curve of his ass. Alex struggled focusing enough to get back into his uniform.

“I enjoy yours too. I’m sad it has to end,” Alex told him honestly. Once he was dressed, he knelt onto the bed and pressed a meaningful kiss to his lips. Michael followed him when he pulled away, ending in a sitting position and looking genuinely upset that he had to leave. Alex’s heart ached at the sight.

“Wait,” Michael said, “Can I see you again?”

Alex stared at him for a moment. The first answer that came to mind was yes. Yes, please yes. See me every day, every night, every hour. Kiss me until I can’t breathe anything that isn’t you. Except he couldn’t say that. He was a soldier. He had no idea how long he would even be stationed here and he definitely didn’t know how long he had until he was shipped out to fight. He couldn’t risk starting up a relationship with a man, much less a whore. It wasn’t smart. He was always taught to be smart. Besides, this was only supposed to be one night to let himself have what could never be. Just one night.

“I don’t think that would be wise,” Alex said. It didn’t take a clever man to see the disappointment on Michael’s pretty face.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even asked. You’re a soldier,” he said, forcing a smile. It wasn’t like any of the ones he’d gotten in the last few hours though. It wasn’t sweet. Neither was the glassy texture in his eyes. It was too much.

Alex fished for the quarter in his pocket and laid it on the bed for his payment. Michael instantly shook his head, though he bowed it and kept his eyes out of sight.

“I don’t want your money,” he said. Alex’s heart was in his throat. He wanted to do something, but what could he do? He couldn’t carry out a relationship with a man, he would get caught and they would get in trouble. Incredible, horrible trouble. It wasn’t an option.

“In another life, I would love to see you again. To see you every moment of every day and to kiss you in each of those moments,” Alex whispered. Michael sniffled and rose his head.

“In another life, you would still be a soldier and I would still be less than,” Michael replied.

Alex gulped as he stared at the man in front of him. Was he being stupid? Was he putting fear over the chance at something incredible? He’d heard of men living together platonically before, maybe they could do that. Maybe they could have something. Maybe they could lie to everyone.

Alex had been lying to everyone for years already, what was a lifetime more?

“No,” he said, capturing confidence he didn’t know he had, “You’re not less than me.”

“I believe I am,” Michael said, holding up the quarter with a blank face. Alex moved in close again, kneeling on the bed and taking the quarter back.

“I will see you again. No payment. Just us. Just two people sharing an experience that is no one else’s,” Alex said. Michael just kept staring like he didn’t believe him. Alex moved closer, pushing into his space in a way that he knew might be crossing a boundary. Michael didn’t shove him away. “It can’t be often and I can’t promise it won’t be risky, but you said those kisses were unlike any other. Why would I waste kisses like that when I found them on a man so beautiful and kind? I want to see you again.”

“I don’t feel I believe you.”

“You don’t have to,” Alex said, “Just expect to see me again and I swear to you that I will prove that expectation correct.”

“You should go back to the barracks, Alexander,” Michael whispered, though the smallest of smiles was hinting at his lips. He seemed to believe him a bit. Or, at least appreciated his efforts.

“I shall,” Alex said, pressing one last kiss to him. One last kiss for now. “Goodbye. I hope you dream of me.”

“Until we meet again.”

“Until we meet again.”

Alex left feeling like the man his father had always told him he could be. One who knew what he wanted and got it no matter what stood in the way.

A man indeed.

[alrightinbed-betterwithapen]

Busted — David x Natalie

A/N: a loverly anon asked me for Natalie and David realizing their feelings. I basically can’t not write smut at this point in my life so here you go! Smutty, smut smut folks!

Summary: Four times they almost get caught. And the fifth time? The fifth time is really their own fault.

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There are four terrifying moments in David and Natalie’s lives where they almost get caught fucking.

Well, technically there are five. During the fifth time... well, let’s just say the word almost doesn’t really apply.

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The first time is mid April of last year.

David’s 420 vlog is looming and he’s so on edge without posting tri-weekly, he might burst. They all said it would be good for him, he needed a break, but Natalie knew better. David’s life was entirely encompassed by the vlogs. It made him stressed, crazy and exhausted, and he loved every moment of it.

He’s stir crazy, coming up with one idea after the other, the next one as good as the last, yet he’s pulling at his hair and bent over in frustration on the couch. Natalie can’t bear it, he’s so wound up he can’t think straight. She doesn’t like seeing him like this, so unlike himself.

That’s why she drops to her knees in front of him and stares until he mets her gaze. Her hands go to start unbuttoning his black jeans, unwavering from their intense shared look. He lifts his hips to help her push them down to his ankles. And he really can’t help grabbing her ponytail and pulling her face towards his lap. Natalie takes him fully into her mouth, sucking him to full hardness, allowing saliva to dribble out and around him.

The sticky, wet mess sounds obscene as David takes over control of the pace she had set, guiding her mouth over his dick in quick, rough strokes. She starts to gag when his cock hits the back of her throat, but that makes him speed up. He’s groaning openly into the room, fucking Natalie’s face with force behind each thrust. She’s bracing his thighs and opening her throat when David’s grip tightens in her hair and pulls her completely off.

“C’mere,” he murmurs while releasing her hair, yanking her black Clickbait shorts and underwear to the side as he maneuvers her onto his lap. Her arms wrap around his neck, hands curling to grip the hair at the base of his neck when he lines his cock up with her slit, leaking slick just from blowing him.

Their haggard groans bounce off the walls as she sinks down onto him, David’s hands biting into her hips. Fully seated, Natalie leans forward to press her lips to his, pushing her tongue in to find his. He pulls her forward sharply to bottom out, starting slow, deep thrusts that have her moaning into his mouth. She’s rocking her hips with his guidance, doing her best to not pull away from their sloppy kiss, but he’s making her whole body jerk with each rough pound into her cunt. Natalie has to break their kiss and rest her forehead on his shoulder when scoots both their bodies to the edge of the couch, hands bruising her hips, and starts fucking her properly.

That’s when they both hear the garage opening from down the hallway to their bedrooms. Natalie is stunned, still in David’s arms and eyes wide with terror. Then he’s yanking her off his dick and lap in one go, throwing her on to the couch next to him. There’s not a moment for either of them to groan from the loss before he’s standing and pulling his pants back on. Natalie just adjusts her panties and shorts while grabbing the white blanket on the back of the couch to cover her lap.

David’s running a hand through his hair, trying to calm down as the door to the garage squeaks open. He looks at the brunette for a brief moment while moving towards the kitchen, a slight grin on his lips. Natalie grabs for her phone she sat on the coffee table earlier, opening Twitter to distract herself from whoever was making their way towards them.

“Alright, what the hell are we filming today, Dave?” Jason announces as he rounds the hallway into the living space. “Hey, Nat,” he says, giving her a nod as he continues to David in the kitchen. Natalie steals a glance back once Jason had passed her, watching David take a long drag from a water bottle.

He smirks at her.

She rolls her eyes.

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The second time is in June, and they’re in Chicago.

The club they’re at is packed and Ilya is getting seriously fucked up. So are all the other Vernon Hill boys, but Ilya was really making it his mission to not be able to remember this evening come tomorrow. David is pumped for the footage, but can’t stop looking over at Natalie. She’s wearing a short skirt and translucent blouse that shows off her chest beautifully.

She knows she’s distracting him, so she actively tries to make herself sparse, getting slightly drunk and meandering around the club. He’s not deterred though, moving the group wherever she goes. At least she’s a pleasant distraction for him.

David drops his camera on Mike’s lap and tells him he’ll be back when he sees Natalie skirt away and down the hall of the club towards the restrooms. Having been here before, David is aware that there are single bathrooms down this way, the kind that are perfect for pushing Natalie into and getting his hands on her as he slams and locks the door behind him.

She’s laughing turning in his arms to fall into a kiss they’d been avoiding all night. He’s fast though, knowing what he wants when he lifts her onto the sink and pushes her skirt up.

“You’re not wearing underwear?” David groans, kissing her neck and feeling her wet folds. “Fuuuuck, you’re gonna kill me, Nat.”

“Yeah, probably, but fuck me first,” she replies, pulling at the button of his jeans and dragging down his zipper. He’s hard, he’s been hard since he saw Natalie’s outfit for the night. He’s pulling himself out of his boxer briefs as he turns her around, making her stand and face the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink.

“I want you to watch your slutty little self get fucked,” he says, hand in her hair, stare boring into her through the mirror. She nods and spreads her legs while leaning most of her weight on the sink. He rubs some of the wetness from her on his dick before spitting crudely in his palm and pumping himself. Natalie’s hips impatiently twitch back, watching him with bated breath. David’s smirk should be illegal, she thinks when he pushes all the way in with one fluid roll of his hips.

Natalie’s jaw drops in the mirror, a drunken little uh coming out of her. Davids eye snap shut at that, hips stuttering out a few sharp thrusts without his permission.

“How are you so fucking tight, huh? Little whores that walk around nightclubs without panties shouldn’t be this tight,” he tells her, fucking into her roughly. She’s still staring at him, mouth open, body jerking with his brutal pace. She can’t take it anymore.

“David, fuck! Yeah, please, faster,” she begs, watching him look down to where he’s slipping in and out of her, a look of great concentration on his face.

“Pleeeease Dave, please. Fuck me, fuuuuck me,” she’s crying when he shoves in at just the right angle to hit her g-spot. His head jerks up, peering into Natalie’s desperate eyes, his lips red from biting them as he fucked her. In that moment, he could come just from how slutty and wanton she’s acting, cunt gripping around him.

The moment is interrupted though, by a loud banging on the door.

“Natalie! Are you in there?!” Dima is yelling from the other side of the door, going to wiggle the handle but finding it locked. “Hey, I saw you come this way and I don’t know if you’re in there, but if you are, you should know we’re being kicked out- hey, don’t fuckin’ touch me dude, gimme a second!” they both hear him cut himself off to yell at someone in the hallway, probably security.

“Ilya puked on a bottle girl and they want us out! You need to find David and meet us outside!” He’s hollering, voice growing quieter as he’s most likely being dragged away by the bouncers.

David’s still inside of Natalie, both of them sporting a panicked and mortified face. They just stare at each other, punch drunk with adrenaline, before separating and pulling their clothes back on.

David peeks his head out the door to find the hallway empty, turning to tell Natalie to leave first and he’ll wait a couple minutes. She’s blushes the whole walk outside, ass stinging from the slap David gave her as she trudged out of the dirty bathroom.

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The third time is in September, when David and Alex have the brilliant idea to pop boner pills.

They’re driving home after dropping Alex off at the apartment. David’s giggly, hyped up and talking a million miles an hour, every once and while reaching down to push on his crotch, desperately trying to relieve pressure.

Natalie’s just drunk enough from her night out with friends, that she doesn’t hesitate to kneel up on the passenger seat and reach over the console to David’s lap. Her hand massages him through his jeans, looking towards him with bitten lips.

“Are you gonna help me out, baby girl,” he mewls, reaching out to turn on self driving, pushing his seat back a bit. Natalie’s nodding as she frees his cock from the confines of his dark, skinny jeans. He is hard, like, a scary shade of red and the head turning purple, hard. She salivates while dropping to lick at the tip, gripping the base. His hands dig into his own scalp while letting Natalie settles into a rhythm, bobbing on his cock and then pausing to lick the vein underneath.

Davids hands flail outwards, hitting his steering wheel hard a couple times when Natalie takes one of his balls into her mouth to suck on while still stroking his shaft. He’s letting out a long, desperate Fuuuuck, when a voice sounds loudly around the Tesla through the speakers.

“David?” Alex’s confused voice asks through the Bluetooth call that he somehow made without realizing, “Hey, are you okay dude?”

Natalie stills, glancing up at David, her glassy, drunk eyes wide. He’s shocked as she is and tries to collect himself before sputtering, “Yeah dude, sorry. Just starting to feel really weird from those pills. I didn’t realize I called you. My bad.”

Natalie pulls away from David and back to her side of the car, wiping her mouth, giving him the most evil little smile he’s ever seen.

“Yeah, I know, me too. Just fucking put it on self drive and get the fuck home. I don’t need you killing yourself and taking Nat with you,” Alex says around a huffed out laugh, none the wiser to what had been happening in the car when he picked up the call.

“For sure, I’ll call you in the morning. Talk to ya later,” David reassures, before swiftly ending the call.

Natalie’s laugh is outrageous and she’s doubled over for a good couple minutes. David just grips his cock, throwing his head back, cursing those stupid fucking pills when Natalie says she’ll finish him off when they get home.

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The fourth time is during Halloween.

Natalie is dressed up as a devil and David has to really concentrate to not focus his camera on her cleavage while vlogging. She looks so good and David just wants to leave bite marks and hickies on her chest.

She’s dancing around all night, taking advantage of her near bare body being on display. Every once in a while throwing him a flirty, sultry look, each gaze piling up until he snaps. The squad and their friends are now back at David’s, continuing the party well into the night, when he sends her a text that simply says,

I need you to take care of something in the garage.

She doesn’t run, she walks briskly, politely leaving a conversation with Corinna and Kristen to head out to David. When she opens the door, he’s leaning on the back end of his Tesla, the garage door open, staring out into the night. He turns to her, smiling, and jerks his head, motioning follow me. He’s pushing off the car, walking out of the open room and rounding the corner that leads to the five foot wide run along the side of the garage.

Natalie’s smile is bright and sober. She wanted to stay clear headed to remember how David fucks her after a whole night of teasing. There’s a tall, wide shrub that obscures the opening of the run that she has to maneuver around. David is leaning against the rough stucco of his home, palming himself.

Stepping forward, she tells him quietly, “I’m not kneeling on the ground in this to blow you. Just so you know.” He just looks her up and down, a fucking sex demon with lingerie to match.

Grabbing her hip and spinning them so he’s shoving her against the wall, he barricades her in with his right arm, the left running down her chest. He briefly tweaks a nipple through the thin lace and continues his way down to her stomach. She likes this demeanor he has on and stays still on the wall, arms hanging limp at her sides. She lets him massage her mound through the thin fabric, making her throb and start to leak through her clothing. She tilts her head when he leans into her neck, allowing him space to leave kisses.

David pulls back and presses his forehead gently to Natalie’s, a sweet moment juxtaposed by the way he slips his hands into her panties and starts collecting her slick on his first two fingers.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The only way you could look better right now is if you were coming around me,” he purrs, eyes searching hers feverishly. He’s pushing into her cunt when he says, “I guess I’ll have to settle for around my fingers.”

Natalie bits her lip, bringing her hands to David’s face and pulling him into a dirty open mouthed kiss. He’s stroking her insides in search of that one spot that makes her scream. As he finds it, loud voices come pouring out of the garage, the sound of the door opening and shutting. She bites his lip hard to stifle a moan.

Zane, Todd and Ilya are laughing about something and they can hear bottles clinking as David keeps caressing her sweet spot and sucking on her tongue. Natalie doesn’t know why she’s not stopping their kiss, but he isn’t putting an end to it either. It’s getting harder and harder to not make noises, and she has to pull away from his lips and bite his shoulder to stop the whimpers when his thumb finds her clit, still working his fingers inside her.

Footsteps grow closer and then stop at the edge of the garage where it meets the run. They pause simultaneously then, almost busted if not for the shrub. And then there’s the tell tale sounds of puking and vomit splattering on the ground. Zane and Todd whoop and try to rally Ilya as David and Natalie cringe. Then the boys are trudging back inside, Ilya yelling about another round of shots. David’s fingers are unmoving inside her when he asks, “Moment killed, huh?”

Natalie knocks her head back on the wall letting out a huge groan of frustration.

Yeah, yeah it was.

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The fifth time is during Christmas.

Natalie and David never learn from their close calls. They never actually figure out what it is they’re doing. They just keep longing and looking and breaking and then fucking in the closest possible semi-private location they can find.

That bites them in the ass back home in Chicago.

There’s a party at Ilya’s and David has Natalie’s legs wrapped around his waist, perched on the edge of the desk in the office. He’s kissing her breathless and pounding into her soaked pussy, the sound of wet squelching and skin slapping fills the abandoned room. They don’t notice the door crack open or the random girl pull her phone out and start recording.

No, neither even realize what’s happened until the next morning when David’s phone starts blowing up. They watch the video in bed together, cringing the entire way through. When it ends they sit silently.

“So, what do we do now?” She asks.

“I don’t know, do we do like an explanation video?”

“Saying what?” She presses, “Oh, yeah. We just fuck every once in a while, no big!”

David laughs at the thought. No, they can’t do that. He’s turning to sit towards her on the bed and sighs, “So, we stop fucking and never acknowledge it?”

“I don’t want that.”

“Yeah, me either Natalie,” he stresses, rolling his eyes, “People will be commenting about it, literally, forever if we don’t address it.”

“No, I mean I don’t want to stop... us.” Her words feel like a confession.

“Me either,” David mumbles softly, taking in her nervous form, picking at her nails and foot twitching rhythmically. Waking up with Natalie made his whole day amazing. When she kisses him, he forgets every problem in his life. He wants to make her feel good and writhe under him forever. He wants her.

“I think I might be in love with you,” he admits, the words coming out for the first time, while the feeling is a familiar ache inside him. He waits for her to speak and wants to die. She doesn’t say anything for several long moments.

“I think I might be in love with you too,” she finally confesses.

He smiles and pulls her into a kiss that leads to making out that leads to fucking in the early morning sun on his hotel bed.

When they’re showered and dressed, David pulls out his phone, Natalie firm on his lap and tells Snapchat all about his new girlfriend.

If he spends over half the story ranting about how shitty Ilya’s friends are, well, that’s his prerogative.

Natalie laughs the whole way through.

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