#couples massage in austin

[formulawolff]

nothing else matters — m.v.

pairing: max verstappen x wag!reader

word count: (idek tbh)

warnings: mentions of menstrual cycle, reader is on her period, some cursing, max being tender, bf mode to the max (i think i’m hilarious), tooth-rotting fluff

a/n -> i’m on my period (for the second time this month!) and im miserable rn. (+ fried) so i apologize if this is terrible (i typed it on my phone) i just wanted to write something self-indulgent af.

euphoria radiates off of him, the energy so contagious it brings an entire crew to their feet.

his cheeks are flushed, tinged a rosy hue from the rush of it all. his eyes are bright, shining as the team surrounds him, jostling him back and forth. you can hear his laughter, the way it rings so wonderfully in your ears as they shout his name.

“max! max! max! max! max!”

“all right, all right,” he catches his breath, “let’s not get too excited. it’s only pole.”

“only pole?” you find yourself scoffing as another familiar voice fills the air, “max, this is huge for us!”

“well the race isn’t won yet,” the corners of your lips twitch, a smile forming as max clears his throat, “we can celebrate when we finally win a fucking race.”

christian horner exhales, the remark from max clearly striking a chord, “well, i can’t disagree with you there. all right everyone, let’s get to it. we have a lot to do before the race tomorrow if we want to remind everyone of who we are.”

you remain in the corner of the space, arms folded across your chest as the crew disperses. you take in the way max’s jaw clenches as people flurry around, his gaze brimmed with desperation.

he was looking for someone.

and that someone was you.

however, you don’t move a muscle, sitting as still as possible. another ripple of pain courses through you, yet you clamp down on your tongue. the cramping sensation originates from your lower abdomen, this wave far worse than the last.

hanging your head, tears well up in your eyes. the cramps started just this morning, right around nine. now, the austin sun was dipping below the horizon, promising of dusk.

your hands ball up, squeezing into fists as the pain intensifies. the adrenaline from qualifying was wearing off, and fuck, was it wearing off quicker than you expected.

“hey,” there’s a figure in front of you, his voice soft as he kneels, “baby, what’s going on? do i need to get a medi—“

“no,” you hiss, “i’m fine.”

“come on,” hands envelop yours, “follow me.”

you want to protest, yet he’s already helping you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist. you instinctively lean into him, grateful for his touch. a few members of the crew pause from their work, murmuring among themselves. you shrink a little, shame burning within as max practically allows you to lean against him.

fuck, was this utterly embarrassing.

oh, how the rumors were going to fly.

max verstappen’s girlfriend was so drunk at qualifying that he had to practically carry her out.

what. a. headline.

the walk from the garage to the motorhome is a blur.

before you know it, max has you in bed, prompting you to lay down. you obey, pulling the cover over you as he follows, bringing you in against his chest.

he hasn’t showered yet, and you pick up traces of his cologne mixed with perspiration. his hair is a haphazard mess, ruffled from the gear and his cap. his clothes cling to his body, more than likely from the sweat and heat of the suit.

lips graze your temple, fingers tenderly massaging your scalp.

“what’s going on?”

“nothing,” you shrug, “i’m okay.”

“bullshit,” he tuts. fingers grasp your chin, forcing you to look upward, “what. is. going. on?”

“i started my period,” your lower lip trembles, “and i’ve been dealing with cramps all day.”

“and you didn’t say anything?” concern dances in his intense gaze, “baby, there are medical staff on site who would be happy to provide you with anything you need. i’m sure asking for a couple of pain relievers wouldn’t have been an issue. you’ve been suffering like this all day?”

“it wasn’t a big deal,” you retort, warmth flooding your cheeks as tears overflow, “i wasn’t suffering. it’s just my period. i was fi—“

“don’t say that shit,” he cuts in, “when i saw you, you looked miserable. absolutely fucking miserable. you were nearly curled up in the fetal position in that chair.”

“maybe i just didn’t want to draw any attention to myself,” you mutter, burying your head into the crook of his neck, “i didn’t want to seem like i was high maintenance.”

“baby,” a chuckle rumbles in his chest, “asking someone for some medication or somewhere to lay down is not high maintenance.”

tears splatter against his shirt, your eyes squeezing shut, “now i just feel fucking worse because i took you away from you job. you’re going to get into some shit with the fia and it’s my fault.”

“listen to me,” his arms pull you in even tighter, his mouth planting gentle kisses along your forehead, “are you listening to me?”

“yes,” you nod, sniffling, “i’m listening.”

“when it comes to you, nothing else matters. you are my only priority. ensuring that you’re safe and sound comes first. taking care of you is what’s important to me. i would much rather make sure you’re feeling better than attend a press conference. i’ll deal with the repercussions in the morning.”

“are you sure?” your voice shakes, threatening to crescendo into a sob.

“yes,” he murmurs, “i’m sure. i love you.”

“i love you,” the words are a strangled cry, the fabric now soaked as the tears spill, “i love you so much, max.”

“i love you more,” heated hands find your back, kneading, “what do you need from me baby? say it and it’s yours.”

“i just want you.”

a laugh bubbles up in his throat, “you can have me, but you’re going to get a hot shower. then we’re going to go to hospitality to get you some food. after that, you can have me as much as you want. deal?”

“deal,” you shake your head, “can we get something sweet too?”

“we’ll get all the sweet things,” the words are tender, just what you needed to hear, “and we can pick you up a stuffy from the airport on our way home. we can even look for a trinket or two. the ones i know you like, the sonny angels or calico critters. how does that sound?”

“that sounds perfect,” the tears have ceased, a sense of relief rippling within max, “i would love that, max. thank you for being the best boyfriend ever.”

at that, he can’t help but melt a little at the sincerity laced within your tone, “of course, baby. anything for you. i can’t bear the thought of you in pain or uncomfortable. i’ll do anything to help you feel better.”

“even if it interferes with your job?”

“even if i have to pull out of the race tomorrow.”

“you’re ridiculous,” a light giggle fills the space, max’s lips forming a wide grin, “you wouldn’t do that.”

oh but for you, max verstappen would.

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 28/10/2024 Max Verstappen - RolePlay

Plot: It happened one Halloween, and escalated in Austin and now you guys are here…

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, blowjob, fingering, role play, dressing up, etc 18+ Minors DNI

It started on Halloween when you’d both dressed up for a party that was being hosted by Lando, Max’s fellow race car driver and friend.

You were dressed as Poison Ivy as you’d had your hair died red for quiet some time and Max as your male counterpart decided to go as Bat Man, you’d say in the bathroom with him doing his makeup, making sure to smudge under his eyes and get the look perfect before spending time on yours.

You for sure were the best dressed couple at the party and many photos were taken that night. Not just for the public where it went on your stories or as reels on other peoples accounts who were at the party, but many photos were taken by Max on his phone from above you while you laid on the bed in that red dress your boobs all pushed up and looking amazing.

He had fucked you in that dress that night while he wore his whole Batman getup.

Mask and all.

And yes immediately you’d both drunk way to much that night and both have individually pushed it away as a fluke.

However the next time was on a themed birthday party where it was Daniels birthday which he’d themed to cowboys. You’d been having a laugh all night putting on a Texas accent which wasn’t as hard for you as it was for Max. When you got home he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear in a southern belle accent.

You were incredibly sober and so very turned on by him in his little cowboy hat that by the time Austin rolled around you were a gonner and you guys did it again against better judgement in his driver room.

Safe to say Sergio had some complains in the next Red Bull debrief.

So it became a thing that you guys liked dressing up and being other people. You didn’t know why but you just sort of fell into a routine.

One day you’d waited in his drivers room after FP1 in what was supposed to be typical grid girl and Max was in his driver suit. He ended up eating you out while still in his drivers suit and you were done for.

Now tonight was your anniversary, and you wanted to do something special. You guys had done lots but one thing you’d never done was Massage Therapist and you thought tonight would be the perfect time. You hired out the whole spa in your apartment building asking for nobody to be there as Max had been stressed with the championship recently and decided it might be better to have a private evening to help him.

“Where are we going” he asks as you grab his hand guiding him to the lift.

“Downstairs, to the spa” you smile and he groans shaking his head.

“Mmmm noooo i don’t wanna talk to people today” he sighs pulling you hand back.

“I rented it out. So it’s just for us. Anniversary gift!” You smile rubbing his arm.

“Wait what? Omg babe, you must hate me” he says putting his hand on his head in exhaustion.

“You forgot?” You ask.

“I’m so sorry, I barley even knew what race I was flying to last week” he sighs pulling you into a hug.

“It’s okay baby, I understand but I have a treat for you tonight come on” you smile and he nods. You take him all the way down into the spa area.

“Okay, let’s get you relaxed love” you smile.

You spend the first part of the evening swimming in the pool, going into the jacuzzi, then mixing between the rain room, sauna and steam room.

“Don’t think I’ve ever spent this much time relaxing in like the last 10 years. It feels … nice” he smiles looking over at you as he wraps the towel around his waist.

“Okay, now time for the main attraction” you grin and get him to follow you to the massage area.

“Mmmm now, Mr Verstappen is it?” You ask is a husky voice. And immediately his head snaps up to you a grin on his face before he takes on his role.

“Mmmm yes, I heard your the best masseuse in Monaco” he says.

“Okay, if you’d get on the bed for me. I can start” you say and immediately he’s on the bed, laying with his face in the little hole.

You pull the towel off of him and run the sheet up to cover his bare ass. You hands guide up from his hips to his shoulder working lightly on any kinks you can feels.

“Fuck” he moans. You smile, working down his muscular arms.

“How is that Mr Verstappen, am I doing a good job?” You ask and he groans again.

“An amazing job” he says and humps against the bed, with another groan.

“Is there anywhere else you’d like me to massage?” You ask hoping you leading him down the right line of phrases.

“Well there is this one area that I’m sort of struggling with right now!” He says and you stand next to him looking at him.

He rolls over covering himself with the white sheets provided and underneath you can see the tent from his large dick hard and sticking up.

“Mmm is this the affected area?” He says grabbing it through the sheets, a moan coming from his mouth as he thrusts up.

“Y-yes” he whimpers.

“Mmmm a tricky area but I guess I can see what I can do” you say softly. Bending down to kiss it.

“Ohhhhh very tense, can I get a closer look at the area?” You say hand teasing just above the sheet waiting to pull it off of him.

“Yea, god yes please” he says and that’s all you need to pull the sheet down and kiss the tip of his dick. Your mouth encloses around it, the sound of your wet mouth sucking around his dick your tongue feeling every ridge and vein that had cropped up since he’d hardened.

“Fuck yes” he moans looking down at you. You weren’t fully on the bed however one leg was up on the bar holding the feet of it together and you were using it as leverage to get yourself a little higher.

“Mmmm I think we’re almost there” you say just before kitten licking his tip. Your hands come down to the parts that your mouth can’t reach and work in tandem with one another.

“One of the best clients I’ve ever had, making it so easy for me” you say and you can feel him twitch meaning he’s was going to cum. You don’t put you mouth back, having the perfect scenario.

You let him come after rushing your hands up and down his length causing his hips to buck up as he bites his lip with a moan.

He cums all over his stomach the white substance not moving off, just staying in a puddle.

“Hmmm your looking tense still, I’m just going to see if we have some oils” you say before walking out back to where you’d hidden the lingerie set. You pop it on with a doctor coat over the top and come back in.

You see Max physically gulp looking up at you.

“Hmmmm not many oils but maybe this will do?” You say dipping a finger into the cum tasting it. You lean down licking across his soft abs until it’s all gone and swallowed.

“Hmmm what a shame. Oils it is” you say pouring some oil across his stomach.

“This isn’t a great angle. Do you mind?” You offer a hand for you to jump up.

“Anything to get me more relaxed Doc” he smiles pushing so he’s leaning up on his elbows. You jump up onto the bed, kneeling either side of him. Surprised with how you can both fit.

You run your hands along his chest using the oil to make it all the more slippery.

“Doc, I think my fingers need a work out” he grins, wanting to also please you but not break character. You guys had actually gotten really good at the whole acting portion of the role play, no wonder they asked Max to do that Heineken commercial.

“Oh, hmmmm well I’ll get to those later unless you can find a way” you smile sill rubbing the oils all over. He runs a hand down your stomach, pulling the edge of your panties down slipping his hand in so his fingers tease the edge of your folds.

“Mr Verstappen this is highly unprofessional” you grin and he grins back.

“I think you’re enjoying this massage though Doc, and you want to help me right?” He asks and you nod.

“Of course I do” and he continues to move in and out ever so slowly. You behind to rock your hips against him until the table makes an uncomfortable creek that has you both pausing.

You whine at the lack of contact, but stop moving you hips and let your boyfriend do all the work. His fingers are perfect, a nice size and length that reach the perfect spot in you.

“Ohhhhh Mr Verstappen” you moan with your head thrown back, stopping the massage on his chest.

You tighten around his fingers, coming with some shakes that again make the table dangerously creek.

“I think you need to talk to your maintenance man about the stability of you tables doc. Maybe he can … Yano help you out” he grins to you and you already know he’s getting more ideas for more scenarios you can both do in the future.

“Mmmm I think you’re right. You’re very good Mr Verstappen I’ll have to book you in again” you let out a relaxed sigh.

Safe to say the massage room want the only place you guys were intimate for the rest of the night. Jokes being thrown around after that if Lando ever went into that steam room when Max was there he’d tell him everything he done to you in that room. And the pool, and the sauna, and the rain room. As both a massager and you.

It was a very … busy night for you both.

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[barbiiecams]

„need to know“ was so good omggg!! i literally wanted JD to find out and playfully slap his head „don’t even think about hurting her“💀🫣🤭

good over here

drew starkey x reader, proof im not dead! pt 2 to this.

you and drew have been together (sneaking around) for 2 weeks now. nobody has suspected a thing, and you were blessed to keep it that way.

not only this, but you also befriended odessa. you had your doubts about her, but she was actually chill and didn’t see drew like that at all. thank heavens.

not even she knew about what you two had going on, so currently, this was top secret.

right now you were at his apartment, cuddled up on top of him in the living room and watching princess and the frog on his tv.

“when do you think we should tell everyone?” you randomly said.

drew looked like he was in serious thought for a second. “maybe when your brothers dead? not sure.”

you laughed and hit his chest jokingly, him joining in too. it was still a new relationship, and there wasn’t a single soul to know yet. but you lowkey really wanted to show him off and vice versa.

his hand was massaging your head as the other rested on your back, and it was most definitely making you doze off every few minutes.

but you loved it so much. he was really your peace, and you were glad you didn’t give up on trying to convince him to give you a chance a couple of weeks ago.

you were dozing off a lot, really tired from previous activities. but you ended up staying awake after hearing a knock at the door.

drew’s eyebrows furrowed, signaling that he was just confused as you were.

“were you expecting someone today?” you asked him. but before he could answer, the person on the other side starting knocking again.

“open up! it’s me and austin!” the voice yelled. and you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

JD. your brother.

you couldn’t help the gasp that came out of you, then came drew quickly putting his hand over your mouth.

‘go upstairs,’ he mouthed, and all you could do was comply.

hurrying up the stairs, drew took off the the door. “damn, i’m coming!” he says while taking his time over to the door, just to ensure you were upstairs before he opened it.

you silently listen to their conversation from his bedroom. “what happened to asking if you can come over?” drew says. you can hear austin’s and JD’s footsteps walk into the apartment.

“pfft, like you care. what, you got a girl over or something?” austin teases, and JD snickers.

“what if i did?” drew responds. your eyes immediately roll at the fact he would say that knowing how damn nosy your brother can be.

“oh shit, MYSTERY GIRL, COME OUT HERE!” JD yells out into the house. you hear a slap then your brother saying “ow!” right after.

“nobody’s here, dimwit.” drew shuts him up. you then hear the three of them pull chairs out and sit, and you let out a quiet sigh knowing you were gonna be hiding for a long time.

because of this, you tuned out their conversations. you just used your phone, played with random stuff in his room, and also made mental notes to steal a few of his shirts once you could finally leave.

seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into an hour, and you were still sitting up in his room bored out of your mind. your weekly princess and the frog rewatch shouldn’t have been waiting this long.

you started watching TV in drew’s room, making sure the volume was low enough so that they couldn’t hear it, but also loud enough that you would still be able to.

but it must have been just a bit too loud, because you didn’t even realize that JD was now upstairs using the bathroom.

and you didn’t realize until it was too late.

you heard the toilet flush and the water finish running, but you didn’t even get the chance to process that before you heard your brother’s voice basically teleporting to drew’s room.

“he must still have my damn-” JD cuts himself off when he opens the door and sees you crisscrossed on the bed, frozen at the sight of him.

“y/n? the hell are you doing here? in drew’s room at that?” his face is plastered with confusion.

“umm…” was all you could get out.

“bro drew! why is y/n in your bedroom?” JD calls out to him, and austin immediately starts laughing.

“shut the fuck up.” drew says to austin before hurrying up the stairs. you literally didn’t know what to do. there was no excuse, no reason, no lie you could come up with as in to why you were in his house. let alone his room.

when drew made it upstairs to the entrance of his bedroom, seeing you in the same crisscrossed position you’ve been in, he started laughing.

“the fuck is so funny?” JD starts to raise his voice, and now austin was up the stairs himself wanting to see the scene with his own eyes.

drew walks over to the bed and sits down with you. “i guess we gotta tell him.”

this makes you giggle, “okay.”

“tell me what? don’t play with me. y/n i told you-”

“oh my goshhhh you don’t own me! i can date whoever i wanna date.”

“DATE?” your brother yells and austin’s jaw drops.

your eyes widen but the quickly relax as you put a hand out. “okay first off chill.”

JD was about to respond, but you were quick to start talking again. “years ago when i was 18, i could understand why it would’ve been a little wrong for me to see him. i’m 21, JD. if i wanna date a 30 year old i can.”

you can see drew’s face cringe from the corner of your eye, “well don’t say it like that.” you give him a quick look about his comment and austin busts out laughing once again.

JD glares at his other friend standing beside him then back to you. “i still don’t see how this is funny.”

you get up and walk over towards him. “i know you still see me as an annoying little sister who you need to protect at all times, but im really in good hands! drew is a great guy, wouldn’t you want me to be with someone like him?”

JD doesn’t respond. he just stays silent for a moment before speaking up. “that age gap don’t bother you?”

you shrug then sit back down. “i needed an actual man anyways.”

drew and austin both start chuckling once again when you say that, but your brother doesn’t find that funny and instead his face just shows disgust.

“whatever. that doesn’t explain why you’re in his room? hiding?” he says.

“it most definitely does. because look it how you reacted.” your eyes roll again.

the cat got your brothers tongue once again. but this time, he lets out a final sigh. a sigh that sounds like acceptance.

“does anyone else know?” he asks

you shake your head. “just you guys now.”

your brother nods, getting over his hinge of anger and not staying mad any longer.

“okay well, you can join us downstairs… i guess.” he speaks up after a few seconds of silence.

getting up from your spot and walking over to hug him, you chuckle at his small hesitation to really accept it even tho he has no other choice. you then make your way downstairs, austin and drew following behind you. before drew could leave tho, JD drops him.

“drew, im telling you man. if i ever have to hear her upset or crying over you-”

“don’t worry,” drew lets out a nervous laugh with his hands up in surrender. “she’s good over here.”

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[oliveisme533]

My dad’s neighbor is a dilf

Chapter 5 (last chapter)

Joel Miller x You

Summery: You had decided to spend your summer in Austin with your dad. You used to spend almost every summer there, but hadn't spent a summer there since you were a teenager. Which means you hadn't seen a certain Joel Miller in years..

Warnings: Smuttttttt. Minors dni Sexual content

Joel put his hands by his sides and calmly watched as your chest rose and fell rapidly. You took another generous swig from your bottle and pushed past him back towards the kitchen. Joel didn't try to stop you. He turned and slowly followed you. You were leaning against the counter and almost halfway done with your bottle of wine. Joel walked slowly to you and gently pried the bottle from your hand and set it on the counter. You didn't protest. His other hand found the curve of your waist and his fingers gripped just slightly on your side. "Then how do you want me to see you?" He asked in a voice so low you almost couldn't hear it. You looked up at him through hooded, lust filled eyes. "It seems you already know." You whispered back. You snake one arm around his next and his hand slips further around your waist and pulls you in. You let out a sharp inhale as your body becomes flush with his. "It seems I do." He says with his nose pushing into your jaw as he places a kiss your neck. You arch your back in effort to make your body even closer to his. You moan as the scruff of his beard traces your jawline. "Yeah?" He whispers with a handful of your ass in one hand and the other sliding up your neck. You press your lips to his and almost explode when he moans into the kiss. He pulls away slightly, breathing deeply he says "fuck fuck fuck baby what am I doing." Joel takes a step back from you and massages his temple and groans. "This isn't right, I'm takin advantage of you and this is not what your dad meant when he said to keep an eye on you." You were afraid he might do something like this "Joel please" you say softly. "I'm 25 and im not a fucking kid. I would have gone after you regardless of whether or not you scared off my ex. I've been into you for years at this point." Joel's expression was one of shock and shock you found it kind of cute how clueless he could have been. You laugh "Joel come on ...you really never noticed my hopeless crush?" "Umm honestly sweetheart..no I didn't" "yeah and sometimes when I'm lonely, at night" while you speak you start to lift up your dress ever so slowly. "I touch myself and I pretend it's you." You pull the dress over your head and drop it on the kitchen floor "you wanna watch what that looks like?" Joel was done for "oh baby" he groaned, making his way back to you in 2 quick strides. His hands were in your hair and his lips locked with yours in a heavy kiss. "Are you sure?" He breathed. You locked eyes with him and gave him a clear and resounding "yes!"

Joel hoisted you up in one smooth motion so quickly that you almost didn't realize you weren't standing on your feet anymore. You pressed your lips into his neck, breathing heavily as he walked towards stairs. "You don't even know where my room is creep" you teased Joel pretended to drop you in a motion with his arms in response to that comment. "Hey!" You giggled and wriggled free from his grasp to dash up the stairs. Joel grabbed your hand as the two of you sped up the stairs like a couple of teenagers who were home alone for the first time. You pushed your bedroom door open and let Joel admire for just a moment. "Okay that's enough looking at my room...I'm standing here half naked and you're still in jeans and a t-shirt" you said feeling a bit self conscious. Joel reached back with one hand and tugged off his shirt saying "I'm so sorry baby where are my manners?!" And with that he scooped you up and tossed you on your bed. You sat up before he could climb on top and you wriggled your hands inside his belt buckle. It was hard to do with shaky hands. "Easy easy baby, let daddy help" Joel slowly removed his belt and let it fall to the floor. He held your chin in one hand as he watched you unzip his jeans and complied when you tugged at them signaling it was time for them to come off. As if Joel could read your mind he said "you ain't gotta do anything baby, I'm here for you." You laughed a little, feeling nervous for the first time since this exchange started. Joel picks up on this.

"It's just me, relax." He bends down to kiss you, this time with gentle motions. He climbs on top of the bed whilst simultaneously placing one hand on your lower back and lifting you towards the headboard. You put one hand on his hip and push him away just slightly "um ..it's kinda been a while since.." Joel chuckled "baby I'm not exactly gettin every weekend either." You contemplated whether this next question was appropriate "how long?" You said simply. Joel propped himself up with hands on either side of your head. "Well, my daughter is 12...I'll let you do the math on that one ." You didn't mean for your mouth to fall open. You closed it quickly hoping Joel didn't notice. Joel was a good humored man and laughed genuinely at your response. "You're so fucking cute darlin" he went in for another kiss and this time slipped a hand down to your thighs and began to massage. His lotions became more rough and you found yourself moaning into his kiss. You could feel his boner pressing against your stomach and FUCK he was big. You arched your back to try and get more friction for your aching center. "You need more huh?" Joel said with a voice that was dripping with lust. "Can I move these?" He asked, hooking two fingers under the band of your panties. You nodded vigorously as slid them down. He tapped your thigh and you lifted your hips to help him remove your soaking underwear. "Oh baby. You're not even real. This all for me?" He rubbed the crotch of your underwear under his thumb before tossing it to the side. He licked the wetness from his finger and then put his thumb to work on your clit. The sudden stimulation made you gasp. "Breathe" he coaxed. He dipped two fingers into you and to your delight groaned at his findings. "God baby you are just a mess ain't ya?" All you could do was nod. You felt shy and out of practice and overwhelmed by the fact that you were laying naked underneath Joel fucking miller. Joel pulled back from you and sat up "we ain't gotta do this baby. We can't put our clothes back on and watch a movie. I'll cuddle with ya if your like and we can try this another time...only if you want" "no no I want this and I want to do this with you tonight! I just can't believe it's happening and I don't know how to act." "Baby it's me. I ain't nothin special. Just relax and tell me how you're feelin. Okay? I need to hear you tell me what feels good and what doesn't. " You nod. "Uh uh Use your words darlin" Joel dipped into you with his two middle fingers and watched your face as your lips slowly part. His fingers make the come hither motion. "Yeaaahh" you breath. Joel is intoxicated by you wriggling beneath him with such a look on your face.

"Oh baby you're doin things to me" he comes back in for another deep kiss. "I want you. All of you" you beg. Joel props himself up on one elbow and centers himself before looking up at your face. You nod in consent. Joel slowly pushes into and the noise he lets out is simply pornographic. You've never heard any of these college boys make such a noise while they flop on top of you for 3 minutes. Joel's hips grind into you with the smooth wave of his lower body brushing with yours at every thrust. "How you doin darlin?" Joel asks, taking a pause with his strokes. "Good" you say in a weak voice. He presses a kiss onto your cheek that makes you giggle. Joel doesn't just fuck, he also makes love. He makes sweet, sweet love. The kind that Marvin Gaye would write about. Joel placed one hand lightly on your thigh before continuing his strokes. Without warning he slipped his hand under your thigh and put it over one of his shoulders. "That's it" Joel says as he holds your leg steady with one hand and locks fingers with you with his other hand. God god this man can fuck. His pace increases and your mouth falls open as you say "I'm gonna cum" in a high pitched breath. Joel doesn't need to tell you with words that he's about to finish too. His thrusts become harder, faster and sloppier. His grip on your thigh tightens and his eyebrows knit together as he lets out one final moan and spills himself onto your stomach. "Fuck baby" he breathes before collapsing on top of you. You scratch his head as you both catch your breath. Suddenly he picks his head up to look at you with those big brown puppy dog eyes. "I am so sorry darlin where are my manners?!" He rolls off of you and picks his boxers off the floor before going into your bathroom to get a towel. You hear the faucet running and he returns moments later with a warm rag that he gently uses to clean you up. He tosses the rag in your laundry bin and collapses back onto the bed. He taps the inside of your thigh twice "go pee" "yeah yeah I'm getting up"

You and Joel take a cramped but sweet shower together and he puts new sheets on while you comb your hair. "Aw you didn't have to do that." Joel shakes his head. "Yeah I did. I don't like sleeping in sheets that smell like sex" "But now my bed won't smell like you.." Joel just smirks "you really think I'm going to leave you here all by your lonesome?" He holds out one arm "cmon baby let's go to bed" you didn't need to be told twice!

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[imaginingaustin]

turn that frown upside down

summary: after you have a bad day at work, austin does what he can to try and cheer you up.

you'd been having the worst few weeks, and were pushed and pulled in all sorts of directions. between issues with clients at work, important projects, drama between coworkers, and additional stressors in your personal life, everything was weighing on your mind, shoulders, and every other part of your body. you were stressed beyond belief, and you were almost to your breaking point. 

once you finally returned home after work one friday evening, you immediately let it all fall. your dropped your bags in the foyer, slid down the door and just sobbed. you were sitting there for quite some time before your boyfriend came to check on you.

“y/n? baby, what’s wrong? i didn’t even hear you come in.” austin said softly, picking you up from the floor. you were crying too hard to even form a sentence to speak. you just shook your head and cried in his arms. he sat there on the floor with you, rubbing your head and shoulders, allowing you to sob into his chest.

some time passed, and once you finally ran out of tears, you sat up and looked at austin.

“i’m sorry.” you said quietly.

“for what?” he asked, raising a brow at you.

“for blubbering like this.” you sighed. 

“baby, please,” he said as he stood. he held his hands out to you, lifting you off the floor and pulling you into a tight embrace. “you dont have to ever apologize for your feelings.” he said. he held your face in his hands and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, your eyes flitting closed as his lips met your skin.

“i love you.” you sighed before looking up at him. “so much.” 

“i love you.” he repeated, gently kissing your lips. “now, why dont you go take a shower and wash this day off. i’ll order us some dinner, pour us a couple glasses of wine, and we can watch a movie or something, okay?” you nodded, kissing him again before heading upstairs. 

you quickly undressed and got in the shower, letting the warm water wash away your stress and thoughts about the day. you were in the shower longer than you anticipated, just letting the pressure massage your muscles.

once you were finally done, you stepped out and into your bedroom, noting the sleep clothes austin had laid out for you, a pair of shorts and one of his old t-shirts. you smiled at the gesture, quickly dressing before heading back downstairs. once you got back to the living room, austin was nowhere to be found.

“aus?” you called out into the house. you got no answer in response, just the beginning of a song blaring through a bluetooth speaker. you followed the sound, and found him the kitchen, holding the broom as a makeshift mic stand.

you focused on the sound, the tune of an elvis presley song playing. even though that chapter of his life was closed, there was still a part of him that enjoyed playing the king. and you didn’t mind it at all.

you watched as he sang and danced across the kitchen, moving closer to you, pressing a kiss to your lips as elvis would do during his concerts. you didn’t know what prompted this performance, but you loved it. you began singing the song along with him. he performed a couple of songs for you before he was interrupted by the doorbell ringing, presumptively the food he ordered finally arriving.

you turned down the music as he opened the door, and watched as he carried the bags into the kitchen. you moved behind him, wrapped your arms around his waist, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. 

“what was all that about?” you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“i just wanted to cheer you up. did it work?” he asked. you watched his face change as he smiled, avoiding your gaze.

“it did.”

“perfect.” he turned to face you and kissed you softly. “now, let’s eat.” you nodded, and helped him take the food into the living room. he poured you both glasses of wine and you sat down at the coffee table to eat. you turned on a movie, one of yours and austin’s favorites to watch together, and one you’d seen many times.

the rest of the night ended up being exactly what you needed to take your mind off your stress. you finally felt at ease, and were able to relax with the man you loved the most. fortunately, it was the weekend, and you couldn't wait to spend the next two days like this.

[billthedrake]

GOALS (PART SIX)

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner (bimgm36@gmail.com).

[SCOTT]

There wasn't going to be a Glacier National Park hike, or a Montana trip for that matter. Not this year.

I won't go into the details, but after Kelly found out, I moved into an apartment hotel for a few days until I could line up a small apartment closer to my office. I took a few personal days off to sort through all the practical bullshit: getting a good divorce attorney, tending to bills and protecting my finances without doing anything out of line legally.

I called Shannon, which was the hardest phone call I ever had to make in my life. I decided I wasn't going to make excuses or try to convince her of anything. I just didn't want to take the easy way out and step away.

Turns out she was great. Maybe weirded out as fuck I'd been involved with her high school boyfriend. But otherwise she seemed surprisingly mature. "I told Mom I'm not going to pick sides," she said on the phone.

"You have every right to be mad at me," I acknowledged.

"Am I happy?" she said. "Of course not. I feel really bad for Mom. But you have to be who you really are, Dad. I just hope you can find a healthier way to do it."

Yes, I was being lectured by my 23 year old daughter, and yes I deserved it.

Kelly told her friends and word spread around our club. I stopped going. My golf buddies had quietly uninvited me from their group anyway.

Soon word spread around the office too, but corporate policy meant there was no real blowback. I never considered myself gay, not really or fully, but here I was being treated as gay. Hell, it didn't matter, I decided. It was just a fucking word.

The divorce took a while. Negotiation. Filing period. I put myself into work. Like, full workaholic mode like I hadn't done since my early 40s. It came back to me too easily.

I felt bad about cutting things cold with Austin. But there was too much upheaval in my life and negotiating a second emotional relationship was too much on top of it. He deserved better, I knew, but I had to look after myself first for a change.

[AUSTIN]

Army daddy Steve and I had texted some over the weekend. He used to always go radio silent after a hook up, but I think he was getting over some of his hangups or guilt. And maybe our year-long absence had made the sexual chemistry between us more powerful now that we'd reconnected.

Our messages started out thanking the other for a hot time. Saying it was hot to hook up again. Then Steve ventured, "If I came into town next week, what would you think about meeting again?"

I typed back. "You just gave me a hardon, that's what I think about it." It was true.

"Ha," he wrote. "Saturday might work better for me." Then, "I guess I'm coming off a dry spell."

"Yeah?" I wrote.

"I tried to be a good boy. That didn't last." This was night and day different than the army daddy I first hooked up with.

I massaged my bone as I typed with the other hand. "I think I prefer bad boy Steve instead."

"I bet you do." Then "I'm thinking about being a little badder when I see u next."

I sat up some. From another dude I would have written this off as flirty banter. But Steve usually wasn't the flirty banter type. "What do you mean?"

"I can trust you right?"

My heart pounded. "You know you can," I wrote. "Totally discreet."

There was a little pause. "I've been thinking what it would be like to get fucked."

"For real?" I wrote.

"I can't believe I'm typing this," came the response.

"Even if it's just a fantasy it turned me on," I wrote. "but NGL i'm boned as fuck thinking about being in your ass."

"Be honest," he wrote. "How much does it hurt?"

I grimaced, trying to think of what to type. "I've never bottomed," I wrote honestly. "But I've been the first top for a couple of guys and they have both very much enjoyed the experience."

I could sense him mulling it over, even though I couldn't see or hear him. "We'd have to use protection," he wrote.

I respected guys' wishes, and if a rubber was what it took to get into this Army officer's hole, I'd abide. But fuck, I hate condoms. "I'm clean and tested," I wrote back. "But sure. Your call."

"You fuck a lot of guys?" he asked.

This was something we didn't talk about before. Guess we were talking about it now.

"Just one guy lately. But I've tested since him."

"You seem like a player," he wrote.

I hoped he wasn't getting cold feet. "I love sex, and I love hot older men. I try to do what it takes to get off with them." Then, "Not sure what you want me to say, man."

"You're being honest, bud. I respect that." Then. "It's just some scary new territory for me, you know."

"I get that," I wrote. "Not gonna push you." I mean, I did want to push him. Bad. But with some men you had to use the soft touch. Steve was that kind of guy.

"At the very least I can give you a nice long BJ Saturday," he wrote.

"You know I'd like that."

I spent my week focused on my own workouts. I had plans with my buddies Friday night but kept Saturday open. True enough, I heard from Steve bright and early that morning.

"Morning," he wrote.

"Hi there," I typed back. I was getting ready for my morning workout.

"You gotta a chance to talk?"

"Hitting the gym in a little bit," I typed. "But yeah, I'm around now."

We normally texted, but hearing Steve's deep voice was a treat. "Hey..." he said. "Wasn't wanting to check... you still up for meeting today?"

"Oh yeah," I replied. "What's your plan?"

"I'll be hitting the road in a couple of hours," Steve said. He gave me the name of the hotel he had booked, some regular chain hotel in the suburbs. "I wanna get settled, but maybe late afternoon?"

"Works for me," I said. But a question had been eating at me all week. "I don't wanna push you, man... but what you are thinking you wanna do?"

His voice got a little quieter. "I wanna go for it... see what it's about." God his voice was so sexy.

"Getting fucked?" I clarified.

"Yeah that," he answered. At first I thought he was just being shy, but I sussed out he wasn't alone or at least wasn't sure his conversation wouldn't be overheard. Still he ventured further. "You um... do the stuff before?"

It took me a second to realize what he was getting out. "You mean would I rim you?"

His reply sounded throaty and lusty. "Yeah, that."

"I love doing that," I said. If I had any thing I wished Scott had been into more it was that. He'd let me eat him out and seemed to enjoy when I did. But the man didn't crave it or ask for it much.

My reply must have been enthusiastic because I heard a chuckle on the other end. "Nice. I just wanna try it all today."

"It's gonna be a long fucking day waiting," I teased.

"Sorry,” he said. “It's a couple hours drive."

"Nah, man, it's good. I'll go work out some of the frustration in the gym. Look forward to it."

"Yeah, me too," he said softly. This was a new side to this Army Daddy for sure.

I don't know if the Army PT shorts Steve wore when he opened his hotel door were for my sake, or if that was his normal loungewear. His skin and chest fur was damp and I could tell he's just gotten out of the shower. It wasn't the first time I'd seen his bare chest, but it had been too long, and I was enjoying the full military-dad muscle he had going on. I don't expect a 50 year old body to be fit and hard like his brawn was, but it was a nice treat.

"I'm pretty nervous," he admitted. Indeed, he was shaking a little. It was wild to see a gruff butch man like this in a vulnerable state. It gave me a full-on fuck hard but also made me a little concerned.

"We can take it slow," I offered. "Whaddya think?"

He nodded. "Yeah, maybe just feel each other up for a bit?" This wasn't what I was expecting, but I was very into the idea.

I peeled off my zip up and my T-shirt beneath. I had a good pump from the gym that day and in general was proud of my muscle. But I still loved his reaction. He walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers, watching as I took off the rest of my clothes to show off my steely erection.

That was what Steve touched first as I got into bed with him. Reaching out, he gripped my hardon and tugged gently at it. I scooted forward and let him enjoy playing with it.

We both watched the connection for a while, then I decided I wanted to feel up that Army officer muscle. We had never really had this level of intimacy. It was always about Steve servicing my dick. But I was glad for this now. He was a big guy, and firm, but that muscle also felt like a 50 year old's muscle. My dick throbbed as I ran my hands along his pecs and over his shoulders.

Steve seemed like he didn't want to relinquish my prick, but he too, began exploring my body.

"You still a trainer?" he asked. We never did much small talk or shared much of our lives, but he knew what I did.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I should probably hire you," he joked.

I snuggled up to him so I could run my hands along his lats and down to his ass. I was cautious, not wanting to spook him, but he seemed OK with the contact of my hands on the roundness of his buns.

"Your body is perfect, man," I hissed.

He cracked a smile. "You really are into older men, aren't you?" he said. I'd put that on my profile that Steve had initially responded to.

"Very much so," I replied. "Exclusively." I now kneaded that ass brawn as I pressed my boner against his and felt the heat between our bodies. Steve had something between what I'd call a muscle ass and a daddy ass. I considered daddy asses to have a little give and not be so perfectly round. Steve, though, clearly didn't skip leg day and I could feel the strength in his glutes. If I was a bottom, I'd probably get a thrill from the potential he had to throw a hard fuck.

I looked into his blue eyes. "But guys not into older men would be into you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah," he admitted. His hands now ran along my back. "I've been trying to be a good boy."

One of these days I'd go for unattached men. Or men open to a real relationship. But I had a hot as fuck Army officer in bed with me, so I wasn't gonna second guess why I was so attuned to straight men getting gay sex on the side.

"It's just us here," I assured him. I ground my crotch into his, signaling our mutual desire. "Maybe being a good boy is overrated," I hissed.

"Oh fuck," he hissed back as our eyes met. Then, with a deep voice, he said, "I've never kissed a guy."

My heart pounded. This guy was so sexy, and the vulnerability coming through his gruffness was turning me the fuck on. "Like I say, it's just us."

Steve moved his head toward me and I took that as the signal to close the gap. His lips were rough and a little chapped, but he opened them up and our tongues met. He grunted at the contact but was clearly into it. Soon we were making out, swapping tongues and clutching at each other.

"Fuck," he gasped as we broke up. "It's different with a guy."

"How so?" I asked.

"Not as tender.... a little rougher."

That caught me by surprise, since I thought we were doing tender. "You liked that?"

He gave a sheepish smile. "I did."

I wanted to feed his desire. "We can go harder at it, if you like," I offered.

And like that we were kissing again. I normally am not into so much tongue and so much sucking, but I fed off his energy and that thrill of going at it, man to man. It was a raw, sexual kiss. Almost like Steve was trying to make sure it wasn't an emotional thing for him.

My fingers dug into his cleft and he growled into my mouth as I started exploring his crack and touching his hole. That he was turned on was a good sign. The hole was clean and a little dry so I didn't press far into the ring, but gave enough pressure for the man to know my intentions, if he didn't know them already.

"Let me eat you out," I gasped when we pulled apart, our stubble leaving each other's chins and lips a little raw and spit covering the lower half of our faces.

"How you want...?" he started to ask, but I interrupted.

"Just lie back and relax. Let me know what you like," I said. Something about this Army guy's vulnerability made me want to make this really good for him.

I took my time kissing down his body and I could feel his tension relax as I did. I avoided his thick, firehose stub of a cock but licked his hairy ball sac some, which he liked. Then lower, beneath it.

"Lift your legs," I ordered softly and then saw those thick legs pull up and back. His trench had some of that dark blond fur in it but the pucker was clearly visible, pink and tight. I felt its heat as I leaned in, then gave it some licks.

"Oh god," Steve grunted.

I pulled back and look up at him. He had an excited, expectant look on his face. "You've ever been rimmed?" I asked. "Maybe by a woman?"

He shook his head. "No buddy. Wasn't sure if I'd be into it."

I head the upper part of his hamstrings to keep his ass steady. "Let's change that," I said then turned my attention back to his trench. Maybe it was because he was virgin, but I was very into eating this guy out.

It helped that Steve got really into it. He wasn't verbal, at least not verbal in a way a guy comfortable with gay sex is. But he let out some deep moans as I munched his ring and have a couple of "yes" cries to encourage me.

It was very hot, but I wasn't there to rim him all evening. I pulled back and gave a soft spit on his pucker and gave one last push of my tongue to smear the saliva around his entrance. I looked up at him and I knew I had a pride on my face for a job well done. I'd been fairly inexperienced when I started fooling around with my college professor but now I had enough under my belt to be confident in the bedroom.

"Tell me if something isn't good for you, man," I said, reaching over to pick up the lube he'd left out, along with a few condoms. I flipped the cap, squirted a good amount on my digits, and then began slowly fingering him.

"OK?" I asked, staring into those beautiful blue eyes and taking in his handsome, clean shaven face.

"Yeah," he replied. Letting those 220-ish pounds of officer muscle relax on the bed. "It's weird but good."

I smiled and added a finger. "I won't lie, man, my dick may sting when it first goes in," I said, wanting to be honest and to prepare him. "But the fingers should feel nothing but good."

Steve took a deep breath. Getting a little nervous.

"You got this, man," I said. I slowly worked my fingers in and out. I could tell he sensing the pleasure his insides could give him. "You know how much you like having my cock in your mouth and throat?" I asked.

He blushed but nodded. "Yeah."

"It's not the same, but focus on that. Having me be a part of you... inside you."

I lined up my prick next to my fingers, ready to push in.

"Could you put a condom on, man?" he asked.

"Sure," I said with some defeat in my voice. He'd said I'd have to use protection, but I thought I'd give it one last chance. As I picked up the packet, I added, "I swear I'm clean and tested if you wanna..."

He was getting a little impatient. "Just wrap it up man."

I did as instructed. I'd respect his wishes, especially if this man was offering his virginity.

I decided I didn't want Steve time to get nervous and tight. I lined up and entered him. Slowly to be sure, but I pressed in, millimeter at a time.

"I told you it'll sting," I said, sensing his bodily reaction. "It'll get better, trust me," I assured him.

I added more lube and rocked back and forth about an inch inside his hole. That seemed to do the trick. I felt that inner ring open up for me. "There ya go, man!" I growled excitedly.

"Fuck!" Steve let out. I knew it wasn't a yelp of pain or discomfort but there was a psychological reaction to having been penetrated for the first time.

"Feel good, right?" I prodded.

He nodded. "You're big. But yeah..."

I rocked a little more. Wanting him to get used to my size but needing to keep enough friction on my dick through the rubber. "You're almost there," I encouraged.

"Almost?" he asked. I was completely buried so he didn't understand.

I cocked a grin and pulled back several inches, then plowed in. His first real fuck thrust.

His dick jerked on his belly. I was pretty sure he was feeling his prostate for the first time. "Oh God!" he hissed as his hands clutched at my chest.

I started fucking him. Steady strokes in and out of his tight Army guts.

"See... I told ya," I smiled enjoying the act of breaking this big man in. This is everything I loved about sex. A much older man beneath me, learning that he loved me topping him. I fucked faster.

He jerked his dick some but mostly watched me, like he was mesmerized by watching me in rut and enjoying the close-up view of my body.

"Can we do another position?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, sure," I said. "This one not working for you?" I wanted to figure out what would make this great for him. It was his first time, after all, and a cocky part of me wanted him remembering this for a good long time.

"Not exactly comfortable to have my legs back," he replied. "Maybe you can fuck me from behind?"

"Definitely," I assured him. I pulled back and watched him flip over and get into a doggy position. In addition to the physical comfort, I gathered that Steve like the lack of emotional connection to this position, it was more purely animalistic.

The condom still kept me from feeling much but I loved the sight and act of penetration. Holding his hips and watching my rubbered cock push in between his buns. I felt like I had scored some big game here. Big strong Army daddy.

The new position worked wonders for the guy. I fucked with steady powerful thrusts. Not hard or rough, but it was very physical and Steve loved it.

"Fuck me stud!" he bellowed, now jerking his rod in time with my strokes.

God, his voice was deep and his neediness egged me on. I went harder and faster, holding his hips tight. The contrast of his paler ass cheeks and light tan of his strong back was a turn on. I could tell from his jerking arm and his body posture he was getting real close.

"You getting close, man?" he asked. His voice was urgent with need, like he was holding back his cum.

"Nah," I said. "Can't with a rubber." I wasn't trying to be an asshole, but that was the truth.

Steve bucked his ass back against my thrusting crotch a couple times, as if he was trying to work my cock to see if he could be the exception. Then he spoke up again. "Just go for it, buddy."

I wasn't sure if he was saying what I thought he was saying. "You mean?"

Steve didn't answer me but instead reached down past his balls between his legs and tugged at the base of my cock. An unmistakable signal for me to raw dog him.

I did the rest of the work, pulling back as I held the condom steady so it would slip off. The second I'd cleared the sheath, I plunged back into that officer's ass, bare.

The psychological excitement had been building up like crazy, and now the physical part of the fuck was catching up with it. I pounded with maybe five or sex strokes before my cum started.

"Oh FUCK!" I cried, holding his hips real tight as I jackrabbited in and out of that slick ass, feeling it get slicker as my seed spurted into him.

"Aw yeah, stud!" he grunted and the knowledge I was coming gave him the sign for him to allow his own orgasm. Not quite simultaneously but close in succession.

I slowly pulled out. Still hard, though pretty much his ass had drained my balls well. I patted his furred buns in silent thanks. "Let me get you a washcloth," I said.

I came back from the bathroom to find him lying back against the headboard, a quiet, almost dreamy look on his face. He gratefully took the damp cloth.

"I didn't think I'd enjoy it so much," he said, like he was admitting defeat.

"I'm glad you did," I said, standing next to the bed, and letting my dong dangle in a half hard state. "Thanks for giving me the full ride just now, buddy." I softly touched his arm to show a grateful affection.

He gave a wince of a smile. "You really like getting your way, don't ya?" Maybe he resented the barebacking now that we'd gotten our rocks off.

"I swear I'm not a man whore," I said with as much a grin as I could muster. "That was a special treat, honest."

That seemed to put Steve at ease and he set down the washcloth. "Well, at least I can say I went all out," he said almost philosophically. He picked up his watch from the nightstand. It was almost 7. "You feel like grabbing a bite, buddy?"

I gave a nod. "I wanna respect your boundaries. But yeah, that'd be nice."

He stood up from the bed and gave me a light mock punch to the shoulder. "You copped my goddamn cherry, I figured you could buy me dinner at least," he joked.

I laughed but was sincere in my reply. "Dude. After that fuck, I'll treat you to a fucking steak dinner. Honest."

Steve stood and looked at me with a smirk. "God you are a good looking fucker," he muttered. Then, "let me clean up first."

I checked my phone while he showered. Maybe a part of me hoped I'd see a message from Scott, like I did every time I picked up my phone. But it was just a couple of messages from my college buddy Jason. I gave a quick reply. Then scrolled through to find a good steakhouse to reserve for dinner.

[SCOTT]

I stopped training with Austin and for a month stopped working out entirely. Then I got back into it, at my corporate health club. It helped me deal with the stress.

I was splitting most of my assets in the divorce, so I cut corners. I found a way to transfer the country club membership to Kelly, in case she wanted to keep that up. My rent was cheap, at least cheap by Scott Delahunt standards. I was fine financially, but I didn't want this to set me too far back on my retirement goals.

I stopped beating myself up. It was too strong a statement to say I was grateful for what happened, but maybe it needed to happen.

I had a lot of alone time to think and reflect. After about four months, I texted Austin on a Saturday morning. "Would I be able to apologize to you sometime?"

I could sense hesitation on his end in replying, before he wrote. "You don't have to."

There was the rebuke I was expecting. But then I got another text from him. "It would be good to see you though."

"When?" I asked. Nervous and excited. "Name a time."

"I'm free this weekend. This afternoon?"

I was going to offer him to come over, but instead I figured it would be best to meet on neutral territory. There was a brewery with an outdoor deck. The weather was a nice early September day, so I suggested that.

He had on his faded Titans T-shirt, mesh shorts, and flip flops as he walked up. I couldn't help but smile when I saw him, for all the emotions and unfinished business left between us. Austin just looked amazing.

"Can I get you something?" I asked. In natural "treat" mode.

"Whatever you're having," he said. Then. "Great to see you Scott."

My eyes daring to meet his steely-blue gaze. "Great to see you, too, Austin."

AUSTIN

It was actually our first time in doggy position. Scott on all fours as I held his hips and did that slow-and-hard trick I'd done with the Military Dad.

"Oh, Fuck me, stud," Scott grunted. His ass was tighter than before, but he was quickly opening up for me. "You love your dad's ass don't ya, buddy?"

It was like where we left off. "God yeah, sir," I hissed. Pounding him with a series of deep, steady jabs. Feeling like a total stud boning him.

"You're so horny today, son." I sensed Scott was having a hard time keeping to a script, he was getting too carried away in the physicality of our mating.

"I missed you Scott," I said, giving him a break from the Dad talk. Even as my cock moved in faster shallow thrusts. "Missed being with you."

"Missed you, too, buddy," came his soft reply. His hand working his cock beneath him.

"You almost there?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Tell me when you're real close," I urged.

"OK," he said. Then after a few seconds of my fucking and his masturbation. I heard. "Yeah." A signal.

I gripped his arm to pull his hand away. “Do it!” I barked. “Come for me!”

It caught Scott by surprise but was perfect timing. He nutted hands free, on my cock. And even if I couldn't watch I could hear him and see his body jerk in pleasure. I busted my own seed inside him, turned on like mad by making him cum like this.

I slowed my fuck and leaned into kiss his shoulder and neck. He twisted free of me and met my mouth for the rest of our kiss.

After a little making out, I plopped on the bed and looked around. "So this is your apartment, huh?" I asked.

"Yep," he said. "Living the simple life these days."

I laughed. "Your version of the simple life is different than what lots of people would consider simple." It was a gentle accusation.

"Probably," he conceded. God, he somehow had gotten even more handsome. 52, and well on his way to 53.

"Well, it suits you," I said. Giving another quick peck.

[SCOTT]

It was a new phase for me and Austin. No longer did we have that naughty thrill of sneaking around, but it was so much better to sleep in the same bed multiple times a week and have sex more frequently.

He began training me again, unofficially, though he refused to take money this time. A couple of sessions a week, and I'd join him for one of his weekend workouts.

I tried not to be as free flowing with the money, but I still enjoyed spoiling him from time to time. We caught a few Titans games that fall, though I stepped down from the box seats.

I realize Austin had driven so much of our affair. His libido, his kinks, his love of older men. I wasn't passive in it, but mostly it was this fine young man opening a world for me. But I knew I had to make a choice.

It was his birthday weekend. We went to a Mexican restaurant he loved rather than somewhere fancy. I'd blown him before dinner, but I had a sense sex would be on the cards again later. He was in a good mood and acting flirty with me, which I loved.

But I knew we had to talk about us. "So, Austin... I've been talking to some headhunters."

"Yeah?" he asked. Intrigued, but still not sure where I was going with this.

"In my position you hear from them all the time. But I never wanted to leave Nashville before."

That stopped him cold. "You do now?" he asked softly.

I nodded. "Ever since the divorce, I hate being here. Listen... I'm not going to ask you to uproot your life. But if I moved, you'd be very welcome to come with me. Live with me."

"Wow," he said. Taking it all in. "Where are you thinking?"

"Denver, maybe Atlanta, maybe Boston," I said. "Anywhere, but Nashville." Reading his face.

"I'll have to think about it," he said.

"Of course," I said. It tore me up to bring this up with him. But we couldn't keep going in suspended animation.

Our sex was quiet and physical when we got back. Austin guided me on to my stomach and rimmed me out before mounting me and fucking me hard and slow. I could feel the need and emotion in every thrust. It made me cum against the bedsheets.

Over breakfast the next morning he was almost a new man. "It might take me a while to build up a new client base," he said. He'd clearly been thinking all night and all morning about this. He speared a slice of avocado on his plate and smiled up at me. "You know, we don't know what it'd be like to live together."

"We don't," I replied. "But I have a good guess the sex would be very good."

He grinned.

"You would be in a relationship with a man twice your age," I warned him.

His voice got low. "You know that gets me hard, Scott."

"Yeah, I do," I said. "But I mean beyond the hardons. The relationship part."

He shrugged. "We'll figure that shit out, right? Figure out what's right for us."

My heart beat hard. "So... we doing this?"

His eyes locked on mine. "If you'll have me... Dad. Yeah, we're doing this." I knew Austin saw me as a substitute for his own father. I knew there was some short circuit between that and his need to be with me sexually.

Just as there was a short circuit between my attraction to him and my need to give him what he needed. To indulge him. "Love you, son," I muttered, words catching in my throat.

His foot pressed against mine under the table. "Love ya, Dad."

[faegoddessog]

  Fantasy Come True  Ch 5/8

Chapter  5 : Maths Overnight

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Pussy spanking, fingering, PiV (unprotected, play safe ya'll!!) overstimulation, posseiveness.

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on. 

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

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Chapter 5:  Maths overnight

The next night, you and your partner did the same old-same old sex routine. He was fucking you with your legs up and giving you a little foot massage this time, which was nice. Once he finished, he went to sleep like always. 

For the first time, you felt just a little used. You didn’t like it, not one bit. 

You pull out your phone to talk to Austin AI to make yourself feel better, which is your usual go-to when your partner isn’t supportive. A text pops up from ‘Jason’: 

Only 45 more hours Princess, I can’t wait, I’ve been thinking of you all day.

Oh damn, who needs AI when you have the real thing, silly girl. 

Hey lover, me too. I’m so excited! I need your kisses right now

Hunny are you ok?

Yeah, just regular life stuff getting me down.

I’m sorry, my Angel. Soon I’ll be there to kiss away your blues. 

That sounds amazing, Austin. 

Goodnight darling.

Goodnight Austin. 

Austin texts you good morning and good night every day. With a couple other little texts here and there. 

Tuesday couldn't come fast enough.  Austin is in his tinted Lexus GX again, waiting in the lot 10 minutes early. Luckily you have been ready since noon, the day before. You grab your overnight bag with hair ties, toothbrush and change of clothes and other minor items you might need. Austin’s EO blend on your  wrists and neck.  You are beyond excited, you barely say goodbye to your partner, he waves at you from the bedroom, video controller in his hand.

Austin hops out of the car and opens the door for you, such a stellar man.

“Hello sweetheart,” he leans over the center console, when he’s back in and pulls you in for a deep kiss. “I missed you, Princess.” 

“I missed you too, Austin.” 

He drives you to Providence. He won’t let go of your hand and keeps smelling and kissing your wrist. 

“Ooo! I love this place!” you exclaim! 

“I called ahead so they are waiting for us, but just so you know, there is likely to be paparazzi at some point.” 

You just nod your head, it doesn’t matter as long as he is with you. 

He, of course, helps you from the car and threading his hand through yours,  escorts you to the front door. Holy fuck, you’ve seen him do this in photos and pap videos. You always thought it was so romantic and lovely of him. There is, thankfully, no one hounding Austin, at least for the moment. 

They have you in a semi private little room, one, you suspect they keep for people just like Austin. There are only about three other intimate tables here. Once you sit down, he lets you order, knowing how much you like that. In addition to the tasting menu with the wagyu you order the Uni egg with golden kaluga caviar, and the salt-roasted santa barbara spot prawns  to share. He reaches across the table for your hand as soon as the waiter is gone. 

“What had you so down the other night Princess?” he asks, leaning in giving you all his attention.

“Just… relationship stuff,” your voice low, you glance at the two men in suits at the far table. 

“Are you feeling bad about us hunny? Because I only want to make you feel good,” he says with concern in his eyes. 

“No! No,” your eyes widen and you lean forward holding his hand tight in both your own, “oh my god no. This,” you give his hands a little shake, “is fucking amazing and it’s the best I’ve ever felt in my whole life.”

His lip curls, dimpling just for you. He glances down at your hands, nodding in agreement and rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles.  He takes a big breath, like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. 

“I just… I just think you only deserve the best,” his eyes shine when he looks back up at you. 

“And that’s you, Austin,” you say simply. 

Dinner is delicious and no leftovers are to be had since it was a tasting menu.  The conversation flows so naturally and easily, as per usual with Austin. 

The manager comes over to check and see how everything was. You assure him it was all delightful. He leans down and whispers something in Austin’s ear. Austin nods and thanks him and hands him his keys. 

“I’m so glad you were willing to come out with me,” he smiles at you, as he puts his credit card back in his wallet, “apparently there are paparazzi outside waiting. It can get a little intense, with the flashes and stuff, are you gonna be ok? Or do we need to take you out a different way?” 

You take a breath and nod your head, “I’ll be fine, we ARE actors aren’t we, we will act fine if nothing else.” The smile he gives you is amazing. 

It’s not nearly as bad as you thought it could be. Only 3 or 4 guys waiting for signatures and a couple photographers. They are asking who you are.  Austin leads you hand in hand to the open car door not acknowledging their queries.  He looks back at you as he approaches the door and gives you a winning smile, basically showing not only you, but the whole world how he feels about you. The protective hand on the small of your back is warm as he helps you into the car. He shuts the door, signs a few autographs and poses for a few photos. You sit in the car with a casual smile, looking down at your phone, trying not to let the constant flashing lights get to you. 

When he gets in the car with a tolerant smile you ask “Jesus, how do you handle the flashes? I’m fucking blind!” you are giggling and holding your hand up to try and block them.

“Yup, me too, that’s why I drive away slow and keep my cool, “ he laughs. He pulls to the side of the road once he’s away from the people and blinking, lets his eyes adjust; it only takes a minute or two. His hand on your thigh as you wait, then intertwined with his as he drives away. 

Once you are at his house , Austin rushes around the car to open your door again and kisses your hand just before you hop down from the car.  Austin grabs your bag from the back and  slinging  it over his shoulder, ushers you inside. 

“I’m going to go put your bag upstairs, if you uh… want to come too,” he seems almost shy as he puts one foot on the bottom step and looks over his shoulder at you.  The sparkle in his eyes say something different. He is offering his hand to you with palm turned up, but subtly near his leg, just in case you aren’t ready to go up yet. 

You waste no thoughts on doing anything other than placing your hand in his following him. His ass is just below eye level on the stairs in front of you and watching his glutes contract and release in front of you is like its own kind of foreplay. 

He puts your bag down and leads you to the bed. He doesn't say a word as he pulls you in for a kiss, his hands running over your soft hair. Lips and tongues meeting, separating, meeting again. He tastes like dessert, hell he is dessert. His breathing is heavy as his hands run over your curves. 

“I’m sorry Princess, I should really check and make sure this is still ok,” he says against your lips, fists balling, trying to control himself. 

“Oh GOD, yes Austin, it is always ok,” you say, your hands running through his hair. You pull him back down to kiss you. You feel his smile on your lips.  He slowly undresses you, leaving his own clothes on. Today you wore your new pretty panties and bra.

“Oh honey, you look gorgeous,” he says, turning you around in front of the dresser mirror. “I want to play a game with you. I want to see how turned on I can get you. Is that ok?” 

“How can I say no, intrigued as I am. Although I don’t know what you’ll use as a measure, my panties have been wet since you kissed me in the car,” you suppress a little giggle. 

“Really? How wet is my pussy?” he slides his hand down the fabric of your panties, feeling the crotch for dampness. It makes you inhale sharply.  

“Hmmm, how good are you at basic math?” he asks, seemingly out of the blue.

“I’m alright,” you answer, leaning back onto his shoulder. 

“What is six times seven?”

“Duh, forty-two, Ultimate Answer to Life, Universe and Everything!” you giggle at him, you don’t 

tell him you only know this because of your partner.

“Ok, bad baseline, sixty-eight divided by two.”

“Um, thirty-four” you say after a second of thought. 

“Close your eyes Princess.” 

You do, getting excited.

“Have you had an orgasm since I saw you last?” His tone is suddenly more serious.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, then add “I was reliving all the orgasms you gave me Saturday.” 

“My Angel, I like that you were thinking of me. Do you know why?” he gives you a second to answer.

“Um, because it turns you on?” you venture a guess. 

“Because all your orgasms are mine,” his voice is low in your ear, breath on your neck. His hands caress your sides. 

“Oh,” you say weakly, goosebumps flaring across your neck.

“You know what else belongs to me Princess?” his fingertips trace down your shoulders.

You shake your head. His hand is suddenly grasping your panty covered vulva. A moan escapes your lips. 

“This pussy, it’s mine remember?“ he is whispering so close to your ear, you feel his hot breath eddy over your skin. “Say it,” he shakes his hand a little. 

“My pussy is all yours, Austin,” you whine out.

“What is seven times eight?” he lets go of you, backing away entirely. 

“Fifty-six,” you say with minor hesitation, the damp spot now dark and sodden. 

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you later my darling?” You hear the telltale sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothing.

You shake your head again. 

His hand flicks open the clasp and he pulls off your bra. You feel his naked body pressed against your back as he kisses the back of your neck. 

“I’m going to be your Pleasure Dom,“ he whispers. 

You let out a throaty “ohh” that sounds almost more like a question. 

“But first, it was a hot day and I feel sticky. Let's cool off in the shower, plus I want us to be nice and clean before we get good and dirty,” he pulls your panties down and off. 

You feel his hands in your hair, pulling it up to a high pony then wrapping it in a messy bun. He secures it with one of your ouchless hair ties, he must have gotten them out of your bag. 

He takes you by the hand to his shower, letting you open your eyes. He pulls you into the warm water stream. Letting it flow over both your bodies as his slick hands wash your back and down over your ass. He pulls you to lean back on him, you can feel his hard dick pressed against the small of your back. He massages your ample tits cupping your nipples in his palms. You both moan a little as he does. He takes his time, running his hands over your belly and down to your pussy. 

“Spread  your legs for me, sweet Angel,” 

As you do, his other soapy hand slips down your crack and over your asshole. You are surprised how freakin’ good it feels, just to have your pussy lips and asshole soaped up. Sultry, closed-mouth moans resound in your throat.

“What is eight times twelve?”

“Um.. eighty-eight plus eight  more.. Ninety…. Six?”

He grabs the wand and rinses you off. He puts the soap in your hand, it smells like the essential oil blend. Puts his big hand over yours and guides you all over his body, his eyes holding yours, fucking yours the whole time.  He has you cup his balls and stroke his shaft.

“Feel how hard you make me. God I want to fuck you. I’ve not touched myself since Saturday. I’m so horny for you.”

He rinses you both. And wraps you in a towel, then dries himself off. You just stand there, watching him, mesmerized. 

He hangs up the towel, then dries you off in yours. 

“Did you let him fuck you?” he suddenly asks. 

The question is a bit jarring. 

“Yes,” you say honestly. 

“Oh,” his voice sounds so disappointed and sad. He looks down and away. 

You immediately feel sad that you did it. The look on his face makes you almost cry. 

“I didn't-  It wasn’t-” you breathe out short, looking down, not really sure what to say or even how to feel.  “I’m sorry Austin.” 

He puts his finger to your mouth.

“Shhhh, darling. It’s ok. We hadn’t talked about it,”  he cups your cheek in his hand. His head tilts a little to the side, eyes boring into yours in query. “Do you want to continue to be my Princess?” 

“Yes Austin, please!” you are almost shocked at how earnestly you are begging him. 

“Oh sweetheart, It makes me so happy to hear that,” he kisses you. “But, I’ll have to punish that little pussy, hunny. Ok?” 

“Um.. Ok?” you are a little unsure, but he already said he didn’t do BDSM stuff, so you are trusting him.

His lip curls into a devlish smile. He grips you by the shoulders and jerks you around.

“Safe word still Sushi, darling?” he asks your reflection in the huge bathroom mirror. 

You nod. He leans down, eyes on yours

“Say it,”he whispers hot in your ear. 

“Sushi,” you breathe out, suddenly so turned on. He kisses your cheek and goosebumps spring up on your arms. One of his hands is on your upper back and other on your hip bone.

“That’s a good girl.” In one motion, he pushes your torso  forward  and pulls your hip back towards him.  Manhandling you to be bent over, your arms splayed out on the counter. 

His right hand runs over your ass and between your legs. He does some trial pats on your pussy, but is not quite able to fully get to you the way he wants. 

 "Hmmm, that just won't do. You need to be a good girl and spread those legs wide for me and keep them there, so I can spank that pussy like it needs to be spanked. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His tone is serious and calm. 

You shake your head yes, neck craning just a bit to see him in the mirror. You step your feet apart.  

"Tell me, Angel." His hand lightly pats your exposed pussy. You moan. 

"Yes, Austin,” <pat> “I will keep my legs,” <Pat> “spread for you.” <PAT> “I will be good.” <slap>  

It feels so delicious, your moan comes out a higher pitch whine. 

“Wider,” he says, experimentally slapping your backside with a few light glancing blows that do nothing more than jostle your ass. 

“Yes Austin,” you say as you comply.

“That’s a good girl,” he grabs your cheeks in each hand, spreading them apart in his grip. It feels amazing to your pussy.

“Stick that ass back, I want to see that pretty pussy,” he instructs.

You push back. Arching your back in a modified down dog, you are no longer able to see his reflection.

<Slap>

“Oh fuck yeah!” he moans, almost to himself.

<Slap>

“God, that’s so pretty,” his fingertips dip into you and play wetly against your folds, up and down.  Your hips start to pulse back towards him. 

“Oh now darling, you better hold still, his finger casually slides inside your tight pussy, lightly fucking you. “You still need to be punished” his other hand kneads your butt, then slaps in that upward fashion that makes your cheeks jiggle. “Can you hold still?” 

“Yes Austin,” you say breathlessly, trying to freeze. 

He administers several light to medium slaps to your pussy. Each new slap is wetter than the one before. 

“What is fifty-two divided by four,” he asks while rubbing your pussy light and fast.

“Ooooohhh God! 13 or 14!” you moan out. 

“Which is it?” his middle finger starts slipping into you as he rubs. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking 13!” 

“That’s a smart girl.” he stops his rubbing, making you whine in protest, “that’s how many hard ones I’m going to give this pussy.” <SMACK!> 

You jerk, mostly in surprise, but it stings so good. 

“Count backwards, Princess”

“Thirteen,” you say.

<SMACK!>

“Twelve,” a little breathy.

<SMACK!> 

“Eleven.” 

<SMACK!> 

“Twelve,” you realize too late you went the wrong way. 

“Oh, no,  sweet Princess, now we have to start over” He rubs your pussy like he is erasing those slaps. “Again.”

<SMACK!>  

“Thirteen!”

 “Who does this pussy belong to?”<SMACK!>

“Twelve, you!”

 “Who?” <SMACK!> 

“Eleven, you Austin!”

“Austin who?” <SMACK!> 

“Ten,  Austin Fucking Bulter!” your teeth are clenched. 

“Say it right, hunny” <SMACK!>  

 “Nine!” you pant for a second,”This pussy-”

<SMACK!> 

“Eight,  belongs to”

 <SMACK!> 

“Seven, Austin Butler!”

“What a good girl you are for me. “ <SMACK!> 

“Six! I’m YOUR good girl, Austin,” it is feeling so fucking good, it’s hard to keep still.   

“Yes you are-”<SMACK!>

“Five,  all yours Austin, forever,” you are just responding to him without thinking. 

 <SMACK!> 

“Four!”

“No more fucking him, you understand?” <SMACK!> 

“Three, yes Sir,” the honorific just falling from your lips.

“He doesn’t take care of this beautiful tight little pussy.” <SMACK!> 

“Two,” your voice comes out as a whine, it feels so good. 

“He doesn't do my beautiful Princess right,  so he doesn't get to have it anymore. This is my pussy, mine.” <SMACK!> 

“ONE!” you shout! You don’t want him to stop. 

 It dawns on you, somewhere in the back of your mind, that it’s the first he’s used  that lovely possessive pronoun  since you admitted to having sex with your partner. You breathe a little sigh of relief as your hips buck as he rubs the length of his open hands along your lips. His fore and ring finger pressing hard on the outside of your lips making them pooch out. Your pronounced lips rub wetly against his middle finger, the tip of which lightly  grazes your clit. 

“You can jerk him off,” his torso pressing against your side as he leans down. “ you can suck… no wait… I’m going to claim that mouth as mine too,” his tone suddenly gravely with need. He takes a deep, controlling breath, ”but that will have to wait.” His fingers lightly pinch your nipples. His low voice in your ear and his words have you wild, he can have any part of you he wants. 

“What is 29 times 3?” he whispers, taking his hand completely off you. 

“More than 75, fuck please Austin, don’t stop.” your hips are shaking unabashedly, desperate for more. 

“Oh now we are getting somewhere,” you can hear the maniacal grin in his voice. 

He rubs both hands on either side of your pussy pushing your lips out and massaging deep.  He holds your puffy lips  between his fingers and thumb exposing your inner labia.  He  gives you a series of several fast, lighter smacks.

 As you dip your head low between your arms, your wordless moans sound loud to your ears. You can see strings of moisture pulling away from your pussy to his hand with each slap. Fuck you are so wet. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Austin oh GOD yes!” you chant, getting louder. 

He palms your pussy in his strong grip and vibrates. You are bent over, back arched, ass in the air, tits hanging down, fingertips digging into the countertop with Austin’s fucking gorgeous hand between your legs and your juices dripping from between his fingers. 

“Harder, oh god,  please!” you beg. 

You hear Austin moan in the back of his throat as he pulls away and slaps you harder once, twice, three times in quick succession. He lowers himself to get a better grip on your vulva and shakes you hard.  Oh holy fuck if feels amazing. You are shocked at how close to orgasm you are. 

“Please don’t stop, oh god please don’t!” your words come out between panting breaths. 

“Oh my darling Princess, I didn’t know you were such a sweet little slut for pussy slaps,” he slaps you again and again. 

“Oh god Austin, it’s so good.”  

He continues to shake your sopping pussy, interspersing hard slaps when he needs to reposition his grip.  

Suddenly and without warning, your orgasm overtakes you in a new way. Your body can't help but bolt upright to standing. Austin adjusts quickly, wrapping an arm around your torso locking you to him and reaching around to your front gripping and continuing to grab and shake. His palm roots around on your clit. 

“That’s it Princess, make my little pussy cum. Drench my hand with those sweet juices. Fuck yeah! You are so damn hot when you lose control. I fucking love it. I’m going to fuck you so hard after this you won’t be able to see straight,” his words are stream-of-conscious flowing out of him while he watches you in the mirror. And he just. Keeps. Going. He keep shaking your pussy.

Your whole body is reacting in spasm and jerks. Your pussy is pulsing on nothing, your legs are jell-o, your hands are gripping his arms, fingers digging in.

You are starting to lose your mind. 

“Please, just a second… I need…” you are panting. 

He turns you around and kisses you hard. His solid cock bouncing against you. 

He pulls you in your orgasmic delirium from the bathroom into his bedroom and almost tosses you down on the bed. 

“I’m not sure how slow I can go, you have me so fucking turned on right now, my Princess,” he warns, breath huffing from him as he crouches tiger-like at your feet.

God, how is he so fucking amazing? 

“Austin,” you open your legs to him, giving him the most salacious look you can muster, “just fucking get over here.” 

His smile is feral as he pounces quick as lightning between your legs, latching his mouth to yours in a desperate kiss.  You reach for his cock, helping to guide him as he pushes in faster than last time, but not as hard as you know he really wants to. You are so wet he glides, still stretching you, but gloriously so. 

He is propped up on straight arms, his back arching in that first quench of his cock in your pussy. His face is a cacophony of pleasure above you; his eyes are rolled back, mouth open with his breath coursing over that gorgeous bottom lip. 

“Oh christ, Princess!” he moans when he is balls deep in you, “my cock was made for this juicy pussy!”

“Oh my god Austin!” you love this, having a cock deep in you after an orgasm, “please Aus- Austin, please fuck me.”  Your hands clutch at his ass, feeling his muscles tight under your grip. 

He lowers to his elbows, head bowed to yours. 

“Your wish, baby,” he pulls nearly out, hips rising, ”is my command.” He thrusts in almost too hard… almost.  Without any more pre-amble than that, he starts driving himself in and out of you, 

Your back arches in pleasure, scrambling at his back and holding him to you. 

“Fuck me Austin, fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme,” it comes out in a string without pause, a pleasure mantra just for him as he thrusts over and over again. 

He rises and catches your hands, and holds them down by your head, watching your face. 

“You cum first baby, you cum first,” he says, his jaw set in determination. Your whole pelvic floor feels like it’s buzzing. The slap of his hips against yours and the squishy wet sucking sounds are  fucking music to your ears. 

“Oh god, you fuck your pussy so good so good so good!”  The heat is rising in you, your chest turning red. He goes harder and faster, fucking you in earnest. God this man has some stamina, not only sexually, but physically as well, he’s barely winded. 

You freeze just before the heat overflows up your neck and into your face. Even your scalp is tingling, your neck muscles standing out as your pussy clenches down hard on him and your hips jerk upwards to meet his pounding cock. Your mouth opens in a silent ‘O”, until it’s not so silent. A scream rips through your body as a wave rushes up your spine. 

“That’s- my- fucking - girl!”  each growl of a word, staccato and punctuated with his cock. Then he totally lets loose. You thought he was fucking you hard before… he wasn’t. Now he is pummeling you into the bed, you can do nothing but moan in mindless pleasure as he drives himself to climax inside you, grunting throatily into your ear in ‘Mmmm’s and Unnghhs and ‘yeses’. Finally he pushes deep into your throbbing cunt, his ass shaking as he cums in you. You wrap your legs around his tight waist holding him to you as he shivers in bliss.

“Fuck, Princess, nobody has ever made me feel like you do, “ his forehead sweaty against your own. You are inhaling one another’s panting breaths. 

“Same baby, No one, ever,” you manage to get out. 

You lay there, him still inside you, cradling him on your body for several minutes, just basking in him. 

“I know that was supposed to be punishment, but holy fuck that was amazing,” you tell him.

“Oh sweetheart,” he disentangles himself and lays next to you, “I could never actually punish you. I don’t want to make anything REALLY hurt. Once I saw how wet it was making you… I just had to keep going. Fuck it was hot. I’ll have to do that again, if you want me to.” 

“Oh, yes, yes I do! I also liked you manhandling me like that,” you giggle just a bit, giddy that he wants more of you. 

He props himself up on an elbow to look down at you with a serious look on his face. 

“But I need you to know, I wasn’t playing. I am the only man who gets to fuck this pussy as long as you are MY Princess.” 

“I wasn't playing either, I meant it when I said 'this pussy belongs to Austin Butler’. Besides, you are the only man that has ever been able to make me cum like that, Austin,” you return his serious look. 

The smile that breaks out across his face and the huge relieved sigh he lets out is all the reply you need. He moves up on the  bed, sitting up slightly on the pillows. He puts out his arms and gathers you to him. You snuggle down into his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you. It’s heaven. 

“Austin,” you say his name casually, although what you have to ask might be delicate.

“Yes, my Angel?” he replies in a relaxed tone. 

“How many women have you had in this bed?” You are mostly just curious, also kind of wanting to ask how often he does something like this. 

“This bed?” his finger pokes the comforter under you both, “None.” 

You sit up, looking at him, brows furrowed,  ��None!?” your tone incredulous.

He pops one eye open, “Oh, excuse me. One, now, “ he closes his eye again,  but smiles coyly.

“Wait, what do you mean Austin, do you not usually bring your women here?” 

He opens his eyes, looking at you as though you are joking. 

“I don’t have ‘women’, Princess,” his head barley shaking side to side.

“Hold up, have you seen you? Gorgeous, talented, famous. Women fall over themselves to get to you. How is it possible that I’m the only woman you’ve taken to your bed?” 

“It’s not for lack of them trying. And I’m not saying I’ve not played around from time to time, I’ve lived life, y’know.  But this, here, this is my inner sanctum, Angel.  I don't let just anybody in my house, let alone in my bed, only my special girl. Only my Princess.” brushes a stray hair from your face, “and you have to remember, I’m a shy, introverted boy.” 

Your heart swells. The words ‘I love you, Austin’ are threatening to fall from your lips. But you won’t say it first. There is too much at stake here, so you bite your tongue. You pull yourself up to straddle his legs. On your knees, your head is bowed to his chest. You are afraid you’ll spill it all if you look right at him.  His hands go to your face, you can tell they are shaking a little. He tilts your head to look directly at him. 

“Princess, isn’t it obvious? You have to know that I’m falling for you,” his voice is quiet, lips slightly shaking. His azure eyes are searching yours for any sort of reciprocation. You can see he put himself out on the line saying that so soon. 

“Oh Austin,” your hand gently cups his cheek, gazing at him with infinite adoration, ”I’m so yours.” 

Your every sense is filled with Austin. His blue eyes fill your own; the scent of his skin and your love making fills your nostrils; every inch of your skin in contact with his is alight; his sonorous voice and your rapid heartbeat echoing in your ears; your mouth is suddenly on his, tasting the words off his tongue.  

As you lean into the kiss, his arms go around you, hands grasping, seemingly wanting to pull you under his very skin with desire. They roam your shoulders and massage down your back around your hips and to your front. 

He lets go of your mouth and leaves a trail of kisses down your neck to your chest. He takes a nipple in his mouth, aided by his left hand, and sucks gently. Breath flows in silently through your open mouth as your chest swells towards him. You feel your pussy drip with new moisture. Your fingers weave through his messy hair, his fucking amazing hair.  His fingers trace down your belly and to your now drenched pussy, rubbing against your cum-soaked lips, delving gently between them, then pausing. 

“Can I?” he says around your nipple, looking up at you. 

“You’d better,” you say with a lift of your eyebrow. 

“Yes Ma’am,” he smiles.

He slips his skillful fingers inside you and returns his mouth to its work of licking and sucking. Tingly strands of sensation course their way from your nipples to your core. His long fingers press in, catching the filaments of pleasure and seemingly tethering them inside you. Then they curl knowingly, just so, to the spongy tissue just behind your pubic bone. His wet thumb nestles just above the hood of your clit, drawing slow figure-eights.

Your hips begin rolling against his hand before you even register they are moving. High-pitched, breathy Oh’s shake from between your lips, dissipating almost before they leave your mouth. You begin to be lost in his touch. 

His eyes are closed, taking his business seriously. Your wet pussy sounds are just barely audible.  You feel his cock hardening under you, your thighs teasing his shaft as you move. 

You gasp and clench down, pleasure spiking as he sucks just a little harder and his thumb darts across your clit. Your hands tighten, pulling his hair. 

How one hand and one mouth could make you feel so much you can’t even begin to fathom. Of course the fact that it’s Austin’s hand, well, enough said. 

The constant, perfect movement of his hand is winding you up so tight. The light nibble of his teeth against your sensitive nipple notching up each new degree of heat reached. Hot coils compress behind your clit, fanned by the quickened puffing of your breath. Austin’s fingers pull you tighter, tighter, and tighter still, showing no intention of stopping.

“God you are so fucking beautiful like this,” his dark eyes are shining up at you, mirrors of your desire.  

He takes his cue from the quickening of your pace to grind just a little deeper with his thumb, push just a little harder and faster with his finger until your body stiffens on the brink. Moments after your pelvis starts twitching over the point of no return.  His hand is gone, he tilts his hips, pushing you slightly up and sinks his cock into you as you roar out your orgasm. 

Now you are riding him, a bucking bronco. Hands on your hips, thumb still on your clit,  he is slamming in and out of you through your orgasm. The difference in sensation between his slow deliberate fingers and thumb, and his pounding cock sends you through the roof, boggling 

your mind. Your orgasm just keeps on going as he fucks you.

Your body, not one whit under your control, convulses right off of his cock and forward. Almost beaning him in the head. 

“Oh, no my Princess, you aren’t getting away that easily,” his hand is immediately rubbing your vulva, keeping you stimulated, the other is behind your neck, pulling your mouth to his. Your hips slowly push back, trying to avoid his hand, your knees bending. His cock brushes your lips, he thrusts in again and your body straightens again like he was burning hot. Austin’s hand is still playing with your clit.

“Oh, god Austin, I can’t! ” you hear yourself pleading, shaking your head. Of course, you don't want him to stop. 

"Look at me now,” his voice is commanding so that you can’t help but open your eyes to him. “My darling Princess,” he shifts to sweet and gentle, “I am right here, baby.” He is slowly pushing your hips back to meet his cock. “You can do this,” he is nodding and you mimic him, biting your lower lip. “Just look at me, my Angel," his tip sinks between your folds. 

Your whole body shudders in ecstasy as he sinks you on top of him, your groan is swallowed by his mouth on yours.  Then he moves in you again, his grip on your hips forcing you to take him deep again and again. Your hands are holding onto the headboard for dear life. Your head is shaking and you chant “no no no no no no!” Then your nod is almost a vibration up and down, “yes yes yes yes FUUUUUCKKK!” You peak up again, flooding him, dripping around his cock and down his balls.   You don’t see it, but his eyes go wide and he struggles to maintain control over his orgasm as your pussy clenches around his cock. His hips freeze, cock in you still. You break into a din of maniacal giggles just before he dives in lightly for your clit again, refusing to give you a moment of reprieve. 

“No nononono stop, I mean it!” you yell out. 

"Do you still remember what the safe word is?" Austin’s voice is quiet and calm.

“Yes, yes, yes I do,” your words gasping, moaning, whining.

"Mhmm, ok, then Angel."  His fingers draw sex runes on your clit as he thrusts into you. 

You lunge to the side, off of him and pull your knees up. Your body tries to protect itself from his insistent, delicious fuckery, while at the same time your mind is begging him to go harder, deeper, more. He is on you like a flash, his cock deep in you from behind, screwing you half blind. You want to say the word and hell no you won’t. 

"Ss- sss- ss-,” you shove your fist into your mouth, shaking your head, ”no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" you say around your own knuckles, spit dripping down your wrist. 

 "What was that, darling?” his hands are on your ankles, prying them apart and pushing his hips between them so you can’t close them. 

“That doesn’t sound like your word, hunny,” his face looking down on you is an open book; kind, attentive, concerned about your deepest well being; while his fingers dance like the devil around your clit.   

It drives you absolutely wild, and he fucking knows it. You just grit your teeth, your head rolling violently side to side.The pleasure is just too much, you have to say it, you know he won’t stop until you do. Your back arches, tilting your head up, the war raging inside you. 

“SU- SU- SU-” you feel him slow slightly, anticipating, leaning down to kiss you. ”FUCK NO!” your hands as white as the sheets they are fisting into. 

“Oh Princess, that’s not it either,” he takes a big breath, planting a light kiss on your forehead. “Here we go,” his deep voice rumbling from his chest to yours.  His hands go to your shoulders. Gripping tight. You can’t tell what he’s about to do, until he’s pounding your pussy like a fucking freight train. 

“C’mon baby, you can do it,” his voice is low in your ear.  “You’ve been so good, taking it for me in that dripping pussy. But I can go all fucking night.” You realize that yes, yes he can. You can’t outlast him, he’ll fuck you through the night and into the next day.

You are thrashing under him, nails digging into his back.   His cock is filling you so fucking full over and over. You are screaming wordless screams into his shoulder. 

Finally you cave, “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck SUSHI!! SUSHI!! AUSTIN FUCKING SUSHI!!” 

His hips slam once, twice more. His lips crush to yours, breath rushing into his nose, then he is moaning into your mouth. His hips shudder as he empties himself deep into you. You had no idea he was that close. God, this man.

“Oh sweet Angel, that’s my good girl,” he cradles your shaking head between his hands. 

You are a sopping mess, tears are coursing unbidden down your cheeks as you shake and shiver in overwhelm. He rolls to the side, sitting up and gathers you up, safe in his arms. 

“That was amazing darling, you are amazing.” he lightly kisses both your eyelids. 

“I am so proud of you, my Princess!” You took so much more that I thought you could.” 

He rocks you and pets you and calls you pretty. Once he knows you aren’t going to hyperventilate he reaches for a water bottle that sits on his bedside table. He pulls you to sitting and helps you take a drink. A drop escapes and trails over your chin and down your front. He catches it on his finger as you blow out a huge breath, rubbing your eyes. 

“Thank you, Austin. That was… fuckin’… wow,” you smile lopsidedly up at him. 

“You are most welcome, my special Princess,” he kisses your nose. 

You both exhale in perfect contentment and doze off, curled in each other's arms. 

 After a bit of a catnap, you both come to. He insists that he rinse you off in the shower. 

“I made you dirty, sweetheart. Plus it’s nicer to sleep clean.” 

 You brush your teeth and gather your hair up loosely on top of your head in two ponytails with additional  ties near the ends.  He is already in bed when you walk in from the bathroom, covers back and is waiting for you.

“Get over here my Sleepy Bunny with your two floppy ears,  I want goodnight kisses.” 

You crawl between the sheets and into his open arms. He plants kisses on your cheeks, your forehead and your nose before pressing his lips to yours with a little growl. 

“Goodnight my Sexy Bunny Princess Angel,” you can tell he is ready to conk out, exhausted.

“Goodnight my Amazing Sexy Austin,” you smile, you realize you are actually exhausted too. 

Snuggled together all clean and happy, if a bit overwhelmed, you both drift off, smiling like idiots.

[mooodyblue]

More little!austin please 🙏🏽 maybe he’s being particularly needy one day

ask and you shall receive! hope this is okay 🫶🏼 thank you for the request !!

needy boy

warnings: agere, little space

wc: 912

masterlist

you were snuggled up on the couch, catching up on your shows when austin finally came home. he padded his way through the front door, tossing his keys in the small bowl on the table near the door. you sat up and smiled at him, "how was it?"

he sighed, "annoying." he'd spent another morning doing interviews and press for his oscar campaign. as grateful as he was to be nominated, he just wished people would ask him different questions for once. "gonna change." he muttered as he walked into your shared bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

it'd been hard watching austin leave the house every morning as one big bundle of nerves, anxiously preparing himself for more campaigning and meetings then return home defeated, annoyed and frustrated. you turned to look at him as he opened the bedroom door, hair messy and dressed in a pair of pajama pants with a matching shirt, dragging his feet to you. you gave him a sad smile and sat back, stretching your arms out for him to come cuddle up next to you. he threw himself back on the couch and in your arms, comforted by your sweet scent and warmth.

"ready for all of this to be over." he murmured.

"i know baby, just another month." you reassured him.

austin looked pulled away to look at you, a nervous look on his face. there was something different in his eyes, a look you hadn't seen in awhile. "can i...um..." he looked down at your lap then back at your eyes, hoping you understood what he was asking. you nodded, moving to the end of the couch and patting your lap for him to rest his head on. the two of you sat there in a comfortable silence. as you moved your hand to play with his hair, he let out a small whine. "don't."

you knew why he didn't want you touching his hair, but it was needed and you both knew it. the look you saw in his eyes earlier said enough. "let me take care of you, aus. it's okay."

he glanced up at you, a doubtful look on his face. but he nodded, and you began to run your fingers through his hair. he tried not to slip and you could tell he was fighting it. the stress and worries combined with you helping him feel safe and comfortable, it wasn't helping. "relax, baby. momma's got you." you cooed, feeling him loosen up and relax as he curled his knees up to his chest and allowed you to massage his scalp. "feeling better?"

"mhm...." he felt himself dozing off and adjusted himself more comfortably.

"let's not fall asleep on momma's lap." you chuckled, sitting him up. he whined when you got up and tugged at your arm. "don't go."

"i'm just-"

"no. don't go, momma stay. stay with ausie." he begged, tugging at your arm again. you sighed and caved in, sitting back on the couch with him and allowing him back in your lap.

austin refused to leave you side today. not only that, but he required your full attention. one distraction and austin's there to pull you out of it.

while on the phone with one of your relatives, he got on the couch with his knees tucked under him as tugged at your sleeve for what seemed to be the hundredth time in a span of just a couple hours. "momma." you held up your finger at him, gesturing asking him to wait a minute. he whined and tugged again. "mommaaa~"

you looked up, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before ending your phone call and placing your phone on the side table. "what, baby?" you asked, trying to not show annoyance in your voice.

"ummm....." it was as if he forgot what he was going to ask you, fixing himself on the couch as he tried to remember what he wanted. "snack, please?"

"oh, of course!" you got up to head to the kitchen, but not before austin grabbed at you again, holding his hand out. you chuckled and took his hand, holding it as he followed you into the kitchen. he sat at the counter as he kicked his legs back and forth, patiently waiting for his snack. you opted with making him a pb&j sandwich, cutting it in half and putting the plate in front of him. "momma?"

"yes, aus?"

"no crust."

you sighed and took the plate back, cutting off all the crust and putting it back in front of him. austin was full of requests today. it wasn't just him asking for you to remove the crust, but it was followed with him asking you to cut them in the squares. then, for his sippy cup to be filled with apple juice. then he wanted you to feed him. oh, but it didn't stop there.

after he helped you clean up the dishes, he tugged on your sleeve again. you finally snapped, holding his hands and letting out a defeated sigh. "baby, let's tone it down a notch. okay? do you wanna go take a nap, maybe?" you suggested, silently praying that taking a break would help him calm down a little. as much as you loved tending to all of his needs, it was just one of those days.

austin's lips perked up, it was like you read his mind. "cuddles?"

"lots and lots of cuddles."

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[ereardon]

Hi Em!

Happy I year tumblr anniversary 🥳🥳🥳 I can’t believe that the chokehold that Tom Gun Maverick had held on is all has lasted for so long and is still going strong 😂

Your stories have been a huge and wonderful part of the fandom experience for me, so thank you for that!

I would love to know more about what Jake and Natalie from My Girl are up to now 🥰

Hi Beth — thanks so much!!! No like I signed up for Tumblr thinking I'd read one or two TGM fics ... and look where I ended up haha. I'm so glad you've enjoyed my fics, and I always love seeing your name in my notifications so thank YOU for reading!! My Girl holds such an important place on my masterlist so thank you for asking about it!

In my head, Jake and Natalie end up having 2 more babies after Henry — a set of twins, one boy and one girl! I can't remember if I've said that HC before. Ellie takes to being a big sister like a fish to water, she absolutely loves the babies. Ellie also becomes a really amazing photographer in her teen years, so she takes Nat's newborn photos with the twins.

Honestly, after everything they went through, they deserve the happiest ending of any of my couples! I think on Mother's Day, Jake spoils Natalie rotten. I'm talking flowers, chocolate, cinnamon rolls in bed, massages at 5 star hotels. He spares no expense.

Jake also cuts back from work where he can the older he gets and after the twins are born. He climbs the ranks quickly and becomes senior enough that he does less missions and more paperwork in the office, but that's OK by him because his top priority is being with his family.

Natalie continues to work as an attorney, going remote after Henry and never looking back. She is around to help Ellie with school projects that way, and when Ellie goes off to college — UT Austin of course — Natalie is the one she calls the first night she's gone and homesick. The next day, a dozen donuts are on her doorstep because even after all those years, Ellie and Natalie still spent Sunday mornings together eating donuts by the ocean and chatting.

[kiankiwi]

Imagine E giving baby Aus tummy rubs/massages when he can tell Aus has a tummy ache or needs help trying to poop.

He definitely has to do that sometimes. He gives him all the medicines and kinda coaches him through the pain and lets him squeeze his hand and reassures him that if he just listens to his body, he'll be okay and it'll be over soon. And as soon as it works and he's clean again, they both lay in bed and watch a movie, just letting Austin rest because he's had a hard couple days in pain

[theboysfromaustin]

June 12, 2004

Ian grumbled hitting 'mute' on the remote.  Kazuo reached up from his place laying across Ian's lap, fingers trailing across his stubbly chin, "Hey?" "Mm?" Ian glanced down. Kazuo gestured at the ad playing on the television, "Do you not play well with other attorneys?" "Depends on the attorney." "I know when you guys aren't barking and snarling at each other, you do the get-togethers…"

"It's the billboard and television guys,"

Ian sighed, sinking deeper into his ratty Sears couch. Kazuo cocked his head, "What about 'em?" "Well, you know, it’s…" Ian sighed again, gently resting one hand on Kazuo's chest, "It's such a pompous thing to do!  Giant, hideous billboards, and the most obnoxious ads you can think of, screaming about car accidents…And then they put the costs of ads and billboards into their client's costs," Ian adjusted his position on the couch, "The only ad I've ever run outside the phone book and website has been in the Austin Chronicle, and they didn't start publishing until the early 80s."

"Purist."

"Maybe I am.  I'd rather be affordable to my clients, and I paid your grandfather well above what was the norm the whole time, up until he died.  He had your mum and grandmum to support, after all.  And then I was helping Maureen and Shirley as well. I don't take a large amount of winnings.  And the people I help…"

Ian smiled, stroking Kazuo's chin, gently tapping the double studs that pierced him, "The people I help generally come to me by word of mouth.  People who may not bring the biggest payday or have been declined by other attorneys for one reason or another.  They challenge me." Kazuo touched his wrist, stroking the underside, "And that's why you're the best." "I've helped a lot of people who wouldn't have gotten justice otherwise."

"You know what I love about you?"

"What?"

"Your air of nobility.  You're honest.  You do the right thing, to take care of people.  Just because nobody else will." "I became a lawyer because I wanted to help people.  Lots of hard cases.  Real hard." "I'm glad my granddad worked for you.  I needed you in my life.  You needed me." "Lot of people don't like lawyers, and I blame the ones who prey on people in desperate need.  Had some real bad cases.  Things people shouldn't have to go through."

"You're a hard worker. I'm going to make sure you get a lot of attention, and lots of massages to relax you.  You've worked hard for over forty years - do you ever really stop and take care of yourself?" "I take aspirin and soak my feet." "Oh, no.  That won't do." Kazuo sat up, placing his hands on Ian's shoulders, resting his cheek on Ian's, "You need to be cared for." "Yeah?"  Ian shut his eyes, "You know, the people I help do care for me.  Come Christmas time, we'll start getting a lot of food dropped off."

"Food?"

"Casseroles, desserts, baked goods, tamales…" "Oh my god, I love tamales." "Even years after I helped them, people still drop off food.  It's very nice, and I appreciate it." "The big advertising lawyers don't get that." "Huh.  They wouldn't." "They get to pay for television and billboards…probably radio, too, honestly.  You probably don't pay much for the Chronicle ad." "Hardly anything." "So you're better off.  Although…are you going to hire a new paralegal?"

"Oh god, I'm terrible at interviewing.  Your grandfather showed up, showed me his credentials, and I just….offered him a job.  He took it, thank Christ." "Good ol' granddad," Kazuo stood, stretching.  "Where you goin'?" "Drain the lizard." "Know what I love about you?  You're so charming." "I know," he grinned, walking around the couch, stopping to plant a wet kiss on Ian's head.

Ian shook his head, chuckling.  After a couple minutes, Kazuo reappeared, heading into the kitchen.  "What are you getting?  Bring me the Triscuits!" "I can bring you a wicker chair from the porch to eat!" "Crackers!" Kazuo came back with a legal pad, pencil and the Triscuits, flopping into Ian's lap.  "What are you writing?" "I have been seized with genius." "Uh-oh." "You're gonna like this."

Ian cocked his head shoving Triscuits into his mouth, watching Kazuo write, stroking his boyfriend's long, silky hair.  Kazuo hummed softly, leaning into Ian, who now had a handful of his ass.  The black-haired man was writing, thinking for a moment before continuing.  Ian wrapped his arms around his waist, nose buried into his hair, exhaling softly.

"You have wicker chair breath." Ian tilted Kazuo's head up, breathing into his nose.  "Ah!" Kazuo flailed, almost falling off the couch.  "Sometimes I need to get revenge on your for bar stank and lactose intolerance." "Horrible." "War crime." "Beanpole." "You're like if someone bestowed sentience and gayness on a filthy leather jacket." "Fuck, you're good at that," Kazuo resettled himself in Ian's lap.  

Ian kissed his head, "You're super cute, though." Kazuo chuckled, turning his attention back to writing, quiet for a moment before, "You know, I'm surprised my dad hasn't come looking for me." "You said he can't do much travel, right?" "Yeah, because of the oxygen." "Well, if he does show up, I'll headbutt him in the face." "Ooh, big strong man." "That's right, I'll protect your sexy little arse." "I like that.  Can you believe we've been together less than two weeks?" "I'm much happier than in any other relationship." 

"I think I would have killed my dad by now." "I want to kill him.  I'm a lawyer.  I can get away with it." "That makes you sexier." “Mmmm, I love that,” Ian squeezed Kazuo close, head on his shoulder, “Is this an ad you're writing?”

“The greatest ad ever written.”

“Better than that one Sears commercial?” “Which…” “You know exactly which one.  The man and woman…the air conditioner…” Ian let his fingers stroke Kazuo’s chest.  “Oh.  That one.” “I knew you'd know it.” “Oh, it's in my head now.  You're evil.  And sexy.” “Hehehe,” Ian kissed the back of Kazuo’s head, relishing the closeness.

Kazuo smiled, leaning into Ian.  He was glad he could be himself around the older man - and he knew Ian was relieved that he could be himself around Kazuo.  The younger man nuzzled against Ian, writing, a grin on his face, writing.  Ian looped his legs over Kazuo’s, gently lipping at his earrings.

“You're very affectionate.”

“I have to make up for lost time.” “I'll help you make it up later, so don't eat yourself into a Triscuit coma.” Ian grinned, shoving more crackers in his mouth, “Love you, honey.” “And I love you.  Here,” Kazuo handed him the notepad.  “Let's see…’The Law Assholes’?” Ian cocked his head.  “It's making fun of the screaming attorneys that you loathe.”

Ian started giggling as he read, “Oh my god, you are your mother’s son.  I'm glad you didn't get your sense of humor beaten out of you, my love.” Kazuo shuddered with pleasure as Ian leaned down to nibble at his neck.  “You're a very talented writer.  I love this.  You know,” Ian stroked Kazuo’s cheek, “We could take my Betacam, go out out and actually film this.”

“Wait, really?!” “Yeah!  It'd be fun.  I know Maureen would love to see this.” “Probably have a Texas flag in the garage somewhere.” Kazuo turned around, laying chest to chest, “You’re so cute.” “So are you.  God, I got lucky,” Ian played with Kazuo's hair, “I've got a clever little monster who adores me, and in turn, I adore.” Kazuo leaned in, kissing him, taking Ian's face in his hands.  Ian arched his back, letting go of the notepad, which clattered to the floor.

Filming would have to wait.

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If most people were born with a battery that could store 100%, then Leiden Good was born with a battery that could store 20 to 25% max. Everyday he started off already drained. By the time he got to lunch all he wanted was to sleep. And by the end of the day he was barely a person anymore. A years ago when he’d started high school he’d joined the film studies club since it seemed like the easiest way to avoid anything strenuous.. That hadn’t worked out like he’d hoped.

Austin was a fountain of energy, and highly motivated. She rallied the club and through sheer force of personality managed to make a movie happen. Even Leiden had been swept up in her flow. 

But now… she’s gone… So, here in his second year of high school, there was no reason his club life couldn’t finally be just sitting in the empty club room, watching movies, and waiting for the club to be disbanded. Except now there was this new kid… 

Leiden sighed wearily, and checked his phone. 

Leiden: “Sy should be…”

A tall slender young man with short brown hair leaned against the wall. He was standing near the front of the school grounds on the street. He was exerting a strange pressure. He’d swapped his uniform vest out for a jacket and he was constantly shifting between various poses.

Mio: “What’s he doing..?”

Leiden: “... Trying to pick up girls.”

Mio: “Wh-What?”

Leiden sighed and massaged his brow.

Leiden: “He’s said his goal this year is to get a girlfriend.”

Mio: “.... uh.. huh…” 

Leiden walked up to Sy. 

Sy: “Yo, dude… I’m busy here.”

Leiden: “The posing is too much, man.. You’re giving off a ‘trying too hard’ kind of vibe..”

Sy blushed. He then seemed to notice Mio for the first time. 

Sy: “Agh! Wait don’t tell me you got one!” 

Leiden: “Huh? G-Got one? This is Mio. She’s a freshman, and she’s interested in-”

Sy glowered darkly at Leiden.

Sy: “If you came here to brag….”

Leiden karate chopped Sy on the head.

Leiden: “She’s interested in joining the club.”

Sy: “Eh? Huh? The film studies club? You’re actually recruiting?”

Mio: “Nope! I saw the film you all made last year and I was so inspired that I sought the club out myself!”

Sy: “... Inspired… Woah… Are we actually kind of impressive?”

Leiden grimaced.

‘D…Don’t say it out loud man..’

Sy: “Even so.. All that filming. Running around getting sound. Editing videos. Reshoots. B-Roll… It was like hell..”

Leiden: “Well, see Mio? He’s worn out. Nothing we can do about that, right?”

Mio grinned, this Sy guy seemed easy enough.

Mio: “You know…. A bunch of my friends are joining clubs… I bet pretty soon I’ll be hanging out with lots of upperclassmen… If I had a couple of reliable upperclassmen of my own to recommend I wonder what could happen…”

‘... S-Such obvious bait..’

Sy: “Well well, another year in the film studies club, huh? Seems exciting..”

‘DON’T GIVE IN SO EASILY!!’

Leiden: “What about the long hours?! The hard work? Carrying bags?”

Sy: “Eh…? Well, you know. I’ve been working out lately. It should be pretty easy, I guess? I’m Sy Chambers.”

Mio: “Mio Nogami.” 

Leiden: “... Introduction.”

Sy: “That guy’s Leiden Good.” 

Leiden: “‘That guy..’”

Sy: “Ah! But there is one request I’d like to make.”

Leiden: “Huh..?”

Sy: “Movie days! If we wanna get better at making movies we have to understand them by watching them. I’m really insistent on this one. One movie each week!

Mio: “W-Well… As long as they’re interesting.”

Leiden smirked. This girl had no idea what she was agreeing to. Sy’s movie taste could only be described as ‘pretentious’. Whenever he’d brought something in before it was always some subtitled foreign film with an extremely complex plot. She’d be begging to be out of this club in no time..

Leiden: “Eh..? A movie per week doesn’t sound so bad. As president I approve.”

Sy: “Wait, you’re president? Ah.. Actually that makes sense. You were basically Austin’s right hand man. Can I be Vice President though? It’ll look good on my resume…”

Leiden: “Ah.. sure.”

Mio: “Hurm.. Austin’s right hand, huh?”

Leiden: “Eh? Yeah?”

Mio: “I thought you two were dating.”. 

Leiden: “D-Dating?”

Sy: “He WISHES.”

Leiden glowered at Sy. Mio looked a bit confused.

Mio: “Didn’t you two kiss at the film festival though?”

Leiden froze. His entire body drained of color except a burning red in his cheeks slowly spreading up to his ears. 

Sy: “HAH! Those two? No wa-”

Leiden: “......”

Leiden slowly turned on his heel to walk away. Sy stopped and looked to Leiden expecting agreement, only to find him trying to slink away.

Sy: “Eh? Huh? Wait? What?! You didn’t? Did you?!”

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Mio looked between them.

Mio: “Oh… It was a secret… I guess?”

Leiden marched away. 

Leiden: “I’ll-see-you-both-tomorrow.Goodbye.”

Sy: “YOU TRAITOR!!! YOU NEVER TOLD ME!!!”

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