#december come sooner so i can draw more rats

[scarletfeisty]

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hand’s slowly recovering thankfully :D

[kristallioness]

2016 | 2017 | 2018

*quietly sneaks back in*... Happy New THIS Year, my dear followers! In Estonia, we have this saying that if you wish someone a 'happy new year' after Three Kings' Day (the 6th of January), you gotta have a bottle of alcohol with you and give them a drink. *lol*

Anyways, I would like to apologize for the sudden disappearance that happened prior to Christmas. I was just busy travelling back home for the holidays, unpacking and putting away my stuff, watching some great, traditional movies or shows on TV, and most importantly, working on those 2 latest masterpieces that I posted (which barely got 30 notes each.. *sigh*).

But as you can (and probably will) see, the year of the yellow earth pig (i.e. my dad's year) was a rollercoaster of emotions and accomplishments, or lacking thereof.

My creative side seems to have suffered the most due to lack of leisure time. I only managed to finish 3 full digital drawings and left behind several sketches or unfinished WIPs (2 of which are revealed here under the months of June and November for the first time, I intend to finish the Korrasami one btw). At least I got to start 2020 with a completed drawing on the very 1st day, ha-ha! Perhaps that's a good omen for this year?

If so, then I hope I'll find the time to finish the rest of the 2019 Inktober prompts, since I only did 4/31 this past October (even though I'd thought of ideas for all of them). I brought all the necessary drawing utensils and sheets of paper with me, so whenever I'm in the mood, I'll try to sketch another one.

*calculates for the nth time*.. I wrote 18,110 words worth of fanfiction, plus 820 words for the UYLD prompts (making the total 18,930). Technically, you can count another 8k+ in there, since it comes from that unfinished story (of Aang taking care of a flu-ridden Katara, as illustrated by the September sketch), which I haven't finished within the last 4 months or so. Plus, I barely wrote 1/5 of the amount compared to 2018.. *hides in shame*

Then again, I was an excellent pupil for picking up an actual book and reading through 150+ pages (which means I have ~300 pages to go). I'm talking about the new Kyoshi novel that came out. As I once said, I haven't voluntarily read a book in years make that 2 years ago (most of the reading I've done in my life is either Tom & Jerry comics, now the Avatar comic trilogies and art books as well as fanfiction online, or compulsory reading during school). But this novel is freaking fantastic superb!

Not only that, I bought all the new comic trilogies and managed to read them through. Damn, did they give me feels.. especially "Ruins of the Empire" (ngl I squeed so hard when I saw the Korrasami farewell kiss on the 1st page of the 2nd part). I can't wait to read the 3rd part this year!

However, I failed to rewatch Avatar last year, and I haven't seen Korra since.. 2016, I believe? Wow, that's 4 whole years.. But I intend to fix that mistake starting from 2020. Hopefully I'm in the mood to start my rewatch this weekend tonight. *fingers crossed*

But as I said, I had much less time to focus on my hobbies since 2019 was the year for finally moving on with my life (sort of, I'm still working on it). I still remember how down I'd been feeling for a while and how valid those emotions really were. The first quarter of the year (+ like a month or two) was a continuous descent into desperation and feelings of utter failure, which already started around the 2nd half of 2018 and only continued to deepen around that time.

Everything began to change when I was first chosen to be part of a 2-month summer internship in an IT company, and I had to start building a new nest in a new location in Tallinn this May. And now, I feel like I've hit the jackpot by getting a permanent job in another IT company this October.

I got the opportunity to work in two different fields, in two different teams within a year. I met some awesome colleagues (a lot of whom are foreigners) and got the chance to really put my English skills to the test.

Thanks to the new job, I also had to go to a free health check, which went really-really well. Despite my nervousness in the beginning, I feel much more relaxed about my physical (and mental) health, cause the results showed that everything's okay (something I'd been worried about since March 2017).

Speaking of health or staying healthy, there were a few sports events that I went to, too. Our team held the first winter team event (it was the first one for me, at least) by going to do archery in a range on the outskirts of the capital.

I watched the football match between 2 teams of our local league at my hometown together with my dad on his birthday. Our home team won the match and came in 4th place overall in the league this year, which is their best result so far (I'm really proud!). And merely days before I started work, I visited the Tallinn International Horse Show for the first time (also with my dad). I last got to watch horses jump over fences or dance to their musical programs ~ 10 years ago, and I loved it!

Event-wise 2019 was pretty full of them. As has become tradition, I went to the Defence Forces parade on our 101st Independence Day (which seemed rather bleak compared to the centennial, even more so since we didn't have ANY snow at the time).

What will hopefully become new traditions, I visited the television tower on the Restoration of Independence Day (where Uku Suviste gave a free concert in the evening), and went to the Veteran's Rock concert (to honour our war veterans) on our Freedom Square on the 23rd of April (since I'm residing in the capital now, I should be able to go again this year).

To continue with the centennial celebrations (yes, some things are STILL turning 100), I saw and explored inside the armoured train no. 7 called "Wabadus" ("Freedom") in the Baltic Station. This armoured train was one of the keys that led our country to victory during the War of Independence from 1918-1920.

There was an even bigger (150th) anniversary to celebrate in the beginning of July, when I attended our Song and Dance Festival. This was a really important, if not the biggest event of the year. I intend to make a longer post about my experience, cause it's something that you foreigners need to see for yourself. I can't simply describe or put it into words, I have to show you some videos and photos.

But while we're on the topic of concerts, I should mention that I went to 2 more at the beginning of June - Bon Jovi and Sting - as well as 2 that were part of Christmas tours in December - Elina Nechayeva and Rolf Roosalu.

Besides that, I went to 6 different festivals, half of which I'd been to several times before, such as the Türi Flower Fair, Jäneda Farm Days (where I went on my first helicopter ride for my 25th birthday present) and the Christmas market in the Old Town of Tallinn.

The other half is comprised of festivals that I'd been considering going to for a while, or which took place for the first time. The latter applies to the Black Food Festival, whereas the "Valgus Kõnnib" ("Wandering Lights") and the duck rally, both of which took place in Kadriorg, fall under the first category.

The duck rally is a charity event held in the beginning of June. Regular people can buy at least one (or several) rubber bath duckies for different prices, which will then be dumped into a tiny stream that'll carry them towards the finish line. This event has grown more popular each year, and the money the Estonian Association of Parents of Children with Cancer (sorry, long name in English!) collects is donated to the Cancer Treatment Fund.

*wipes forehead*.. Phew! I'm surprised, that's a whole lotta positivity for 2019. I think there's one more important, but seriously negative topic I haven't covered yet, but I feel should be mentioned and explained.

When it comes to politics, 2019 was a complete disaster for us. EKRE (Eesti Konservatiivne Rahvaerakond in Estonian, or Estonia's Conservative People's Party in English) i.e. our populist/nazi/pro-Trump party is in the government as of April 2019, thanks to 100,000+ idiots (out of our population of 1.3 million) who voted for them and gave them 19/101 seats in the Parliament.

No, I am NOT going to apologize for calling them a nazi party, because their main leaders have repeatedly supported ideology that's common to nazis (they use aggressive rhetoric, blame the media for making them look bad, downgrade women, minorities, are racist, anti-semitic etc...). And I will not apologize in front of the people who voted for them, because "thanks" to this, EKRE has dragged our country's reputation straight through a mud puddle (not to mention the scandals that have accompanied 5 of their ministers, 3 of who have THANKFULLY stepped down from their positions) and.. *swears like the British*.. it's BLOODY EMBARRASSING.

I am done being nice, I have at least some kind of prejudice about anyone who supports them or their ideals. And I will certainly not let Estonia end up like America. So that is why I participated in two protest events against EKRE and our current government (because the 2 other parties, who were willing to form the coalition with them, are spineless jellyfish that simply seek to hold onto their current positions of power). I'm willing to take bets as to when our government falls (the sooner the better).

*shakes off the frustration*.. Brrr! So besides that, I guess the only downside to 2019 was my spare time falling back in the list of priorities (which shows in the empty square of July).

2020 is gonna be the year of the white metal rat. I can only hope (and take action so) that it'll be just as eventful, and much more creative than 2019. Thank you all for following me (or lurking anonymously) for so long, especially to the bloggers who've offered me support through better or worse! *raises a glass* Here's to 2020!.. *sip*

[ravenclawbaz]

New Year’s

Summary: Simon and Baz are both at Watford for new year’s and Simon just can’t allow Baz to go another year without having a new year’s kiss 

Word Count: 2655

Warnings: alcohol use (aka can u tell i’ve never been drunk in my life)

Also on AO3

Baz

For the first time, I'm not with my family for the new year. I was with them for Christmas morning, but after my father and I got in an argument, I thought it best to just pack my bags and return to Watford earlier than usual.

Being home for the holidays would usually be fine, if not for the fact that Snow is here too.

When I was in the rush of packing my bags and getting away from my father as quickly as possible, it had completely slipped my mind that Agatha didn't invite Snow to her house for Christmas this year. So now I'm stuck with him until Penny gets back and he’ll have an excuse to leave the room. (He leaves to talk to Ebb sometimes, but even she's too sad for him to be around for too long.)

It's new year's eve and I've been in the Catacombs for a few hours, avoiding Snow of course. I plan to stay down here until I am certain that he is asleep. But being December, the snow storm brewing outside may force me to go back to our room early. It’s not my fault I’m already so cold to begin with.

I drain the last rat I caught and start winding my way through the maze of corridors in the Catacombs. When I reach the doors of the White Chapel, I put the hood up on my coat and brace for the storm. The temperature isn't as bad as the thousands of little snowflakes pelting me in the face at an alarming speed.

I speed walk all the way back to Mummers House, brushing the snow out of my hair and coat once I'm inside the doors.

As I walk up to mine and Snow's room, I desperately hope that he is asleep. It's hard enough having to be around him during school, but seeing him over break is somehow even worse.

Being around him for the holidays manages to make my feelings even stronger. Maybe it's just because it's the only time when he isn't worked up over the Mage's requests, or the Humdrum. It could also be the fact that I'm head over heels for him and every minute that I am with him only drives me to fall deeper in love with him.

I prepare myself to open the door, staying as quiet as humanly (or inhumanly) possible in case he is asleep. But unfortunately, nothing ever seems to go my way. The lamp between our beds is on and he's sitting on his own, his face buried in what looks like one of his notebooks. I can see his shit handwriting from the doorway.

He looks up and watches as I take off my coat and hang it in my wardrobe.

"I didn't know you could read." I say, sitting on my bed. Because, of course, I can never pass up a chance to insult him. And no matter how much I do love him, my mouth doesn't like to pay attention to what my heart wants.

"That wasn't even a good one. You're getting lousy at insulting me, Baz." He rolls his eyes and pretends to not be upset, but the way the room gets a little warmer tells me that it bothers him.

I go into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me because I know he hates it, and change into my pyjamas. He's still in the same position when I lay down on my own bed, but he puts his notebook down when he does.

"Why did you come back?" He asks, folding his arms across his chest.

"Why is it any of your business?" I retort.

"Because you're my evil roommate. And when you do things that you've never done before, it makes me wonder what you're plotting." He's really reaching with his accusations. I'm not the only one who's getting lousy.

"If I was plotting anything, what makes you think I would tell you?" I don't wait for him to answer before I continue, "And if you're so eager to know, my father and I had a disagreement and I decided to come back from break early."

He thinks for a minute before getting up from his bed and grabbing something from our mini fridge. (We’re the only ones with a mini fridge, perks of having the Mage’s Heir I guess.) He sits back down, facing me this time, and says, "Well, since you're here now, it looks like we'll be celebrating the new year together!"

"Snow, is that alcohol?" I scoff. "Also, what makes you think I would willingly celebrate any holiday with you?" That's a lie, I would gladly celebrate any holiday with Snow. Hell, I'd even make up a holiday just so I could celebrate it with him.

"It's not like you could leave anyway. While you were gone, the Mage installed a new thing where past 10 o'clock, all the doors automatically lock." He grins at me, "Like some kind of weird curfew. You can still leave our room, but no more going down to the Catacombs past 10 for you."

"Are you serious?" Honestly, does the Mage think he can have that sort of control over students?

"Yeah. Fuck him, right?" Snow twists open the cap to the alcohol and takes a sip, wincing as it slides down his throat. (Is that vodka? What the hell Snow.)

"Did you just say 'fuck him' about the Mage?" I think I may need to get my ears checked. "Because correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought you were the Mage's Heir. Don't you get off on obeying his every command?"

He snorts at that, "That's gross, Baz. And sure, I'm technically the 'Mage's Heir', but I'm my own person. I don't have to agree with everything he chooses to do." He moves to take another sip from the bottle but I take it from him before he can.

“As much as I dislike you, I will not allow you to drink vodka straight from the bottle.” I place it on the table between our beds, “That’s gross and you know it.”

“What do you suggest I do then?” He asks.

“Have you ever even heard of mixing vodka with other things so that it is actually bearable?” He looks confused and I just sigh and shake my head, “How could I forgot that you’re the Chosen One. I doubt you’ve had much experience with alcohol.”

He stays sitting on the bed while I grab some soda water from the fridge.

“No.” He says before I’ve done anything, “I will not drink that. I’d rather chug this entire bottle of vodka than put my mouth anywhere near that sad excuse for a drink.”

“I hate to break it to you but that would probably kill you.” I sit back down on my bed and pick up a cup from next to my bed, tilting it to dump out all the water onto the floor.

“Baz what the hell?” Simon asks, gesturing towards the wet patch of carpet.

“Yeah I probably could have just magicked that out of the glass or something, but it’ll dry.” I turn my attention back to the soda water, emptying half of the can into the glass and filling both the can and the glass the rest of the way with vodka.

“Here.” I hand Simon the can and he takes it. He brings it up to his nose and sniffs it, making a face of disgust and shoving it back at me. “Crowley Snow, you’re so dramatic. It doesn’t even smell any different! Just drink it.”

He keeps the look on his face but drinks anyway. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be, but I still hate you and your fancy soda water.”

I roll my eyes in disbelief and drink my own, not nearly as fast as Simon, but fast enough to be getting more soda water for the both of us shortly after. Simon may be bigger than me (not in height, he’s just very broad) but it becomes clear very quickly that he is somewhat of a lightweight.

When he gets up to get more alcohol, I stop him and convince him to instead drink some water. I may pretend to like him, but I’m not going to let him drink himself half to death. (Not that the amount of alcohol he has had would do that, he just worries me so the sooner he stops the better.)

We continue to talk about things. Not things like the Mage or the Humdrum or the war; things like Simon’s favorite shirt of his and my favorite ice cream flavor. (He likes the shirt he’s wearing now - a white t-shirt with a drawing of a goat on it that he just made. My favorite flavor is mint chocolate chip.)

We don’t talk for that long, and when we stop, he’s still not completely sober. He’s getting there though. He just sits across from me, tapping his fingers on his knee with no rhythm whatsoever. His gaze drifts to the clock and his eyes light up, "It's 11:53!" He exclaims, "Almost the new year!"

“Good observation, Snow.” I say.

"So, speaking of new year’s, have you ever had a new year’s kiss." I may not be completely sober either, but I still don’t like the way this is heading. Especially because I’m not sober, actually. They say drunk words are sober thoughts, but Snow cannot hear any of my thoughts.

"No." I answer anyway.

"Seriously?" His eyes fly open and he honestly looks offended. "No one has ever kissed you on New Year's? That's sad."

"It's not sad, Snow. There's nothing wrong with not having kissed anyone yet at my age." I still feel slightly uncomfortable with this conversation, and I know I wouldn’t be having it - or any conversation for that matter - with Snow if alcohol weren’t involved.

"Wait a second." He leans forward and looks like he's ready to have a serious conversation, "You've never kissed anyone? How is that possible?"

"It's not that hard to believe. It's simple, really." I shrug.

"How is it simple?" He asks.

"You see, I don't like anyone, nobody likes me, and none of us kiss." I say like it’s not a big deal, but it obviously is to Snow. (Why does he care so much?)

"That is not simple. It might make sense if you were anyone else in the entire world, but Baz Pitch? Never having kissed anyone?" He throws his hands up in the air and sighs, "How can you look like that and have no one wanting to kiss you?"

"I never said that no one wanted to kiss me, just that in my house, my Baz house, there are no reciprocated feelings so I save my kisses. Save them for a person who wants them." I ignore the last thing he said, hoping that if I do, maybe it'll go away. It doesn't.

"I just don't think it's fair. It's almost new year's and if you don't get a new year's kiss now, you'll have to wait an entire year to have another chance at it. The least we can do in this situation is just kiss so that you can say you've kissed someone at new year's." He says.

You'd think with the way he's acting about this like he's serving the community, helping the greater good in some way. And I should probably be protesting his proposition for the sake of my feelings, but my brain thinks that is the best idea. Probably a combination of the alcohol and the fact that kissing Simon Snow is going to be involved.

"That may be the best idea you've ever had." His eyes light up at that and he gets up to sit next to me on my bed. "What time is it?" I ask.

"The clock is right there," He points to the clock that is approximately half a foot in front of my face, "But it's 11:58."

We just sit there, staring at the clock, neither of us making a sound. It's one of those digital clocks that has the seconds in the corner, perfect for this occasion. When it gets to 11:59:45, he turns to face me and I do the same. Now that my back is to the clock, I let him count down.

"10... 9... 8..." He scoots a little closer. "7... 6... 5... 4..." He reaches his hand up to my cheek, the other resting on my knee. "3... 2..." We both start to lean in.

"1." He whispers against my lips.

Kissing Simon Snow may possibly be the best thing I've ever done. Although I also feel like I might explode. He’s even warmer than I thought he would be, which seems impossible considering how much he heats up rooms when he enters them. There’s a chance I am currently on fire.

He's stealing all my air, kissing me like nothing else matters. I tell myself that it must be the alcohol, even though I know the effects of it are mostly worn off by now. My hands are gripping at the front of his shirt and his are running through my hair, resting on the back of my neck and pulling me closer to him.

He’s leading with his chin. Tilting it in all the right ways that make me melt farther into him, pushing me closer down to the bed until I’m laying down and he’s hovering over me. It almost feels like fighting, not because we are fighting, but because everything feels like that with him.

I'm not sure how much time has passed, but when he pulls away, panting and trying to catch his breath, all I want is to lean back in for more. I don't. Because I have to remind myself that this means nothing. Like he said, he only kissed me because he felt bad that I haven’t kissed anyone before.

His shirt is still clutched tightly in my hands and his are wrapped loosely around my neck. He pulls me up so we’re sitting again and rests his forehead against mine and smiles.

“For that being your first kiss, you’re not too bad at it.” I can’t help but smile at this, leaning back in to press my lips against his in a less desperate kiss.

He pulls back and looks at me again, bringing a hand from the back of my neck to run a thumb over my lips.

“Your lips are so pink.” He pulls my bottom lip down with his finger, watching it as he lets go.

“That would be because you bit them, Snow. Thank you very much.” I say, letting my hands fall from his shirt and onto his thighs.

“Yeah I know that.” He rolls his eyes and continues, “I just mean that they’re never any shade of pink, always grey.”

“Looks like you bit them back to life. Congrats.” I wrap my arms around his waist and lay back down on the bed, pulling him with me. He rolls over so he’s laying on his side next to me, facing me and placing his hand on my cheek.

I reach over to turn off the light and he runs his thumb over my cheekbone. I can still see him in the darkness of the room with the help of the moonlight streaming through the open window and my eyesight.

“Goodnight, Baz.” He mumbles, already sounding asleep. He drapes his leg over mine and I reach down to pull up the covers. I wrap my arm around his waist and pull him closer to me, tucking my face in the crook of my neck.

“Goodnight, Simon.” I say even though I think he’s sleeping.

I can’t wait until my next new year’s kiss.

[malakhai-ozera]

Snowed In! The Blackout || Khoman  ♥  

Discord thread featuring: Khai and Roman @romanbeckett

When:  December 12th into the 13th

Description: Khai and Roman leave the Christmas party together and get snowed in at a fancy five star hotel.

Trigger Warnings: Light Smut and sexual content.

Roman. Wanna get out of here The words echoed in his brain for a moment, sounding as sweet as honey to the actor right now after the night he’d had. Roman loved to party, but THIS particular party, was not hitting well. Going to a five star hotel with Khai though? Yes, please. “I would love to get out of here actually.” Ro smirked, leaning in to kiss his roommate one more time, well, and then again, and then snuck another one in before he was grabbing the man’s hand to tug him out of the booth. “Oh. Wait.” He leaned back over the table to grab each shot that was left, taking them both as quickly as he could with a cringed expression. No need to waste them, but he was probably about to regret that. His stomach was anyway. “Holy hell, I am DRUNK.” Ro giggled, and then reached for his phone. “We should order an Uber. Or wait, did you drive?? Are you sober?” Why was he asking so intensely?

Khai. All the kisses Roman was suddenly dealing out were welcomed and reciprocated with the same amount of need Roman was supplying.  It was like the words Let’s get out of here flipped a switch in his roommate and instantly they were pinning for each other even more than ever. He let Roman pull him out of the booth and then laughed as he dipped back for the last two shots. His head shaking in response to his question. “Hell no I’m not sober” he laughed again. “I took an Uber here so I think it’s a good way to go out” he grinned. His hands moving to Roman’s waist and walking behind him as they started toward the exit with Roman fondling with his phone. Once they were outside though it was fucking freezing. Khai instinctively wrapping his arms around Romans waist to pull him closer for warmth. He rested his chin on his best friends shoulder and placed a kiss to the side of his neck. “I hope this driver hurried the fuck up its fucking cold” he chuckled. Swaying them back and forth as it started to snow and he nuzzled Romans neck again.

Roman. it was fucking freezing outside, even with all of the alcohol flowing through their veins. If anything, that just made the cold air hit that much harder against the actor’s warm skin, making his cheeks flush even more red. He hummed as Khai nuzzled against him, wrapping his arms around the smaller to hold him close as they watched the starting of snow began to fall. It was so beautiful, even if it was a nuisance. There was still a level of excitement that came with watching it snow, like kids waiting to get out of school. Too bad it wasn’t going to get them out of anything. “It’s so beautiful though.” Roman observed out loud, though he was happy when the driver finally pulled up to take them to the hotel. “It’s gonna be so nice to have a drink while watching the snow out the hotel window though, right? All warm and cozy in our room.” He thought while they piled into the back seat.

Khai. Roman wasn’t wrong. It was extremely beautiful to watch the snow fall while in the arms of the man he loved. But he wasn’t gonna say that out loud. He didn’t want tonight to be about sappy feelings, at least not so early on. Maybe they could do that whole routine later after fucking each other’s brains out. Yeah. That’s exactly where Khai’s mind was at in the moment. “It is beautiful” he grinned. Climbing into the back of the car with him and pulling him close once again. “That is gonna be nice, isn’t it? Maybe we can even get a room with a fireplace” he added. His hand gently caressing Roman’s leg as they made out on their ride to the hotel. The streets already becoming a slippery mess as they pulled up to the drop off area. “Damn, you think this storms gonna get bad?” he asked Ro as they got out of the car. Rubbing his hands together for warmth before blowing on them and lacing them through his best friends. “Come on, let’s get you inside before you freeze” he teased. Playfully slapping Roman on the ass as they walked into the hotel.

Roman. Ro shrugged his shoulders when Khai asked about the storm, thinking he’d heard some sort of advisory playing quietly over the radio while they were making out during the car ride. Too bad he didn’t care to really listen, thinking with his dick as usual. “I dunno. Guess if we’re gonna be stuck somewhere though, this is a great place to do it, holy SHIT!” The brit’s eyes went wide as they stepped out into the bitter cold, the taller squeaking at the slap to his ass, followed by a literal teeth chatter. He had on a huge coat, but the decision to wear fishnets and shorts was just...highly questionable. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” Roman grabbed Khai’s hand, and then followed him inside the immaculate hotel, head turning from left to right as he tried to take in everything he was seeing right now. They probably looked like club rats compared to most of the guests who stayed here, but Roman didn’t feel the need to cover himself. He had nice legs. People could stare if they wanted. “Khai. This is unbelievable.” The actor whispered under his breath while his roommate got them a suite.

Khai. Maybe he should have listened to the advisory himself. But the truth was he didn’t really care. As long as he was with Roman, and they were both safe. The whole world could ice over. Roman’s expression as they walked into the hotel only making him even more sure of that. He had such a wide smile on his face the entire time he got them situated. Biting at his lower lip as he watched all the boujee rich people glare at his best friend. “You’re so sexy, you’re turning heads” he grinned. Leading Roman to the elevator after finally getting the keycard. It seemed like the no sooner got to their floor and got the door open to their suit before all the lights in the building went dark. “What the hell just happened?” he asked as he turned to look at Ro. Honestly, he thought maybe Roman did something to make the lights go out. But there really wasn’t any logic in that. He was just stupid drunk, and the only thing he could think to do in the situation was laugh. “Well, looks like it’s time for bed” he winked. Obviously teasing, but still pulling Roman into the room and pressing his back against the door once it closed for a heated kiss.

Roman. Roman playfully rolled his eyes when Khai tried to make up a better sounding statement about what was happening right now, as if anyone in this hotel was enjoying what they were seeing. Maybe on a primal level, but it moreso seemed like they'd set him on fire with their eyesight if it was possible. He was doing his best to ignore it though, instead deciding to hook his chin over his friend's shoulder until they were ready to go with their room key. Excitement began to bubble in his stomach as they walked over to the elevator, ready to go up and see the fancy ass room Khai had just rented for them. He still couldn't believe they were doing this, and everything seemed to be going so perfectly until the lights went out. "What the -?" Roman wasn't really able to process what had just happened before Khai was pulling him into the room, and pinning him against the door. Okay, that was a good distraction. It was hard to be worried about being stuck in the dark when he had a tongue in his mouth. Roman moaned softly as he lifted his hands into the back of Khai's hair, weaving between the dark strands, and tugging as he pressed himself impossibly closer.

Khai. Khai could feel his heart start to race as Roman pressed his body firm against his own. Their lips sliding together greedily as it seemed impossible for either of them to get enough. “Babe..” he breathed out with a soft whimper against the actors lips. His hands moving to slide up beneath Roman’s shirt to feel his skin before back down again to hook into the waistline of his shorts. “Let’s go to the bedroom” he purred between kisses. Pushing back off the door and pulling Roman along with him by the waist as he walked backwards into the suite. He couldn’t see a damn thing but the outline of the man he was in love with. But he was sure the generators would kick on soon. So why not take advantage of the darkness while he still could? This was kinda romantic in a slightly bizarre and ironic way.

Roman. Was Roman ever going to say no when Khai asked to go to the bedroom? The answer was no, never. Especially since this was kind of what they’d planned on doing to begin with. Who else was gonna rent a nice ass hotel room to NOT have sex in? he smirked at Khai in the light of the moon coming through the windows, glad that they were at least in Manhattan now, where the lights were enough to sans the use of indoor lighting. “Wait, Khai...” Roman interrupted their current activities to draw attention to the bed, which had poles at every corner. “Oh my god. Why do I wanna pole dance now?” The man asked while wiggling his eyebrows, and then began to take off his shirt, leaving him only in his short shorts, and fishnets after stepping out of his boots.

Khai. Once they were in the bedroom, Khai was quick to step out of his own shoes. His eyes widening with excitement as his attention was directed to the bed. “Oh shit! You better dance” he grinned. Slapping Roman on the ass before pulling off his own shirt and getting comfortable on the bed. He propped his arms behind his neck and grinned devilishly  over to his best friend as he waited for his next move. “Wait..” he chuckled with amusement as he dug his hand into his pants pocket to fish out his phone. “Let me set the mood.” He scrolled through his playlist to find the dirtiest song he could Kiss by Prince and he directed his attention back to Roman. “Okay baby, show me what you got” he winked. Laying back on the bed once again as he unbuttoned his pants to get even more comfortable.

Roman. Roman laughed when Khai decided to flop down on the bed, and blast some music on his phone. Why was he feeling a little shy all of a sudden? Ro was an okay dancer, he was a musical theater guy after all, but that didn’t mean he was an expert, especially at POLE dancing. “Shit, okay.” The actor shook out his arms, and then decided to lift himself up onto the mattress. “Shit, this bed is massive.” Roman noted as he grabbed hold of one of the poles, and began to spin himself around while keeping his feet on the edge of the mattress so that he wasn’t putting too much weight on the foot post. Once he managed to do that without falling, the barista then dropped down, and spun a little lower, spreading his legs as he wrapped around, and then decided to unbutton his shorts. “You like, baby?” His voice was low as his thumb dipped into the waistline of his shorts, and pulled them down while he turned to show off his ass in these fishnets.

Khai. Once Khai was situated on the bed, it was like he couldn’t take his eyes off of Roman. The man was gorgeous, and he was about to get a full on strip dance from him. “Yeah it is” he chuckled as he nodded his head. His tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watched every movement his best friend made. He moved one of his hands to push into the waistline of his own pants as he watched Roman spin around f the pole. His thumb mindlessly caressing the hair right beneath his belly button as he nodded a bit slower this time. “Oh yeah... I love it” he assured. “You’re so sexy” he breathed out. Obviously becoming more aroused the more Roman teased and showed off for him. His eyes shamelessly caressing the baristas ass as he watched him turn around. “God damn, baby. That ass” he practically growled. Pushing his hand even further into his own pants with a lustful sigh. “Keep going” he insisted. His chest rising and falling with anticipation as he began to touch himself.

Roman. Roman looked over his shoulder with a smirk when Khai commented on his ass, happy to see that his roommate seemed to be enjoying this quite a lot. Ro was already turned on just at the thought of putting on a show for his lover, but the fact that Khai was touching himself to it...yeah, that made him start to get physically excited. The actor held onto the bed post as he slowly turned around, showing off the way his cock was now straining against his fishnets. It wasn’t surprising that Roman wasn’t wearing underwear, or the way he still managed to drop down low, legs open towards Khai, and then he was spinning around the bed post again. Thank god this bed frame was sturdy. Instead of continuing to put any more weight on the same pole, he moved over to the other side, and did a little spin around that one. “Feel good baby? What if it was my mouth instead?” He asked with a raised brow, lips parted while his tongue ran across his bottom lip. December 20, 2020

Khai. Jesus, Roman truly was a vision. The definition of his muscles all the way down to the way his cock stretched against his fishnet stockings. Khai wasn’t sure what he ever did to get lucky enough to be with this man. But he would have to be sure to thank him really well once he was about to physically touch him. He let his tongue glide slowly along his lower lip as he continued to watch this work of art swing around the bed posts. His hand moving to push his pants down freeing his cock from any restraints as the other worked along his length. “Oh yeah” he breathed out avidly. His lips parting with desire as his eyes moved all over his roommates body. “God, I would absolutely love that” he purred with anticipation. His free hand now reaching out for his lover as his eyes never broke contact. “Come’re baby” he sighed with pleasure. A soft moan pushing past his lips each time his fingers brushed against his sensitive piercing.

Roman. Okay, he was turned on before, but now Roman was extremely, extremely aroused. Khai looked so sexy touching himself like that, it was honestly distracting. The actor forgot what he was even supposed to be doing as his gaze got stuck on the way Khai was playing with his piercing, and he suddenly wished it was his tongue. Knock knock knock “Fuck!” Roman was instantly pulled from his thoughts at the sound of a knock at the door, immediately flying off the bed so that he could reach for one of the robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door to cover himself up. “Coming!” The taller gave Khai an apologetic look before he was answering the door to see that the staff had brought them a space heater, and some blankets to use while apparently a blackout was spreading across the city. “Did you hear that?” Roman asked while walking back towards the bed with the items he’d been handed. “There’s a city wide black out, and they’re not sure when it’ll be back on. At least we have shit to stay warm with. We probably would have froze to death at our apartment.” He giggled, and plugged in the heater.

Khai. Khai barely even flinched when he heard the knock on the door. Not even adverting his eyes in the general direction until Roman was flying off the bed to grab his robe. He let out a soft chuckle and watched as Roman left the room to answer the door and repositioned himself on the bed. Pulling his pants back up and sitting on the edge as he waited for Roman to return. “Really? Damn, I guess it’s a good thing we decided to be spontaneous” he chuckled again. Watching Roman bend over to plug in the heater before reaching for his jacket to grab a cigarette. “I hope everyone else is okay” he mumbled as he placed the cigarette between his lips. Lighting it up right there in the bedroom and smiling over to his best friend as he pushed his hair back from his face. “and here I thought you did something to make the lights go out” he teased. Pulling at the crotch of his pants to make more room for his disgruntled erection.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜ Roman really wasn’t surprised that Khai decided to straight up start smoking in the bedroom, though he did turn his head to give the other male a look. The last thing they needed right now was to get thrown out on the street in the middle of a blackout snowstorm. Damn, he did look hot doing it though, especially when he pushed his hair back off his face. That was always one of the actor’s weaknesses. When Khai poked fun at his comment, the taller then pushed himself back up to a standing position, and then shrugged off his robe once again. “I hate you. Also, you shouldn’t be smoking in here, sparky.” Roman reached to grab the other’s cigarette, and then walked with it over to their balcony. He really shouldn’t be opening the door when he was only wearing a pair of fishnets, but all the lights were out anyway, paired with the fact that they were pretty high up. No one was going to see him leaning against the doorway with a cigarette. “Hey. C’mere. You should see this place without lights in this snow. I’ve never seen the city look like this.” He muttered almost in awe, a light shiver coming over him from the open air.

Khai. His lips curved up into a mischievous grin as Roman turned to shoot him a look. He knew he shouldn’t be smoking in the room, but honestly, he was too fucked up to care. A careless shrug lifted his shoulders as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Watching Roman derobe and approach him with a mischievous grin. “...and why not?” he asked with a chuckle as Roman stole the cigarette from his hand. His eyes following his roommate to the balcony expecting him to toss it, but shockingly he didn’t. Instead he decided to make himself comfortable and beckoned for him to join him. Which of course he did, gladly. He walked up behind Roman and wrapped his arms around his waist as he rested his chin upon his shoulder from behind. His eyes gazing out across the dark white covered city as he pulled Roman close for warmth. “It’s beautiful” he commented. Turning his head to press a soft kiss to the side of Romans neck before looking over the city again. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard it this quiet either. Its awe inspiring” he smiled. His heart filling with warmth as he held his lover close and watched the snow fall.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜ This was such a sweet moment. Domestic. He couldn’t think of the last time he’d actually done anything like this, if ever. Roman loved affection, but it wasn’t something he engaged in often, and not with anyone really other than Khai. His hands immediately dropped to slide over the other’s at his waist, head tilting to the opposite side to give Khai better access to his neck. “Yeah. You’re right! It is quiet.” The barista agreed, and then raked his nails lightly over the top of his roommate’s hand. After a few seconds, Roman decided to fully turn around in Khai’s arms, his own wrapping around the smaller’s neck while their lips crashed together.

Khai. If Roman loved affection, Khai was definitely the right match for him. He used his actions and body language probably more than he actually ever spoke. He was a quiet and soft person, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his dark and rough edges too. This moment though, it was a lot softer than anything they had done together before. It was so simple, but with the aesthetic surrounding them. He could feel himself melting right into the moment. It was just one of those moments you’d wanna frame and hang up on the wall to stare at forever if you could. Just the way Roman’s hands were caressing at his arms was enough to set his heart completely on fire. He couldn’t help but to smile as he leaned down to press another kiss Roman’s neck. Nodding his head to his lovers words as he stood in the moment with him for just a bit longer just looking out over the city. There was no need for words, and apparently Roman felt that way too. Because he nearly took Khai’s breath away when he turned around in his arms to crash their lips together. His only capable reaction being to hold him impossibly closer as his hands gripped onto his hair to keep from floating away.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜ Roman allowed the kiss to get way more heated than he should have before he realized he was still holding a cigarette in his hand. “Oops.” The actor mumbled as he pulled back, and then chose to sit the cigarette down on the patio before closing the doors. They could come back to that later, for now they needed to warm up, and Roman has a few ideas as to how they could do that. “Sit down.” Ro instructed as he pushed back on Khai’s shoulders, having the male sit in one of the fancy arm chairs at the foot of their bed. At that point, Ro slipped his thumbs down into the waist band of his fishnets, and began to slowly take them off, finishing with his ass in front of his roommate while he bent over to kick them away.

Khai. To be honest, Khai was a bit confused as to why Roman was saying oops. He had gotten so caught up in the kiss, he forgot all about the cigarette himself. “Mhm.. oops” he chuckled when he finally realized that Roman was still holding it. He didn’t really care much about the cigarette anymore though. In fact, he had forgotten all about it the second he saw Roman leaning over the balcony in his fishnet stockings. He let his lover easily push him back into the chair and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes following every movement Roman made as he bent down to kick his stockings away. “Goddamn.. you’re so sexy” he purred. His hand reaching out to grab his roommates ass as he grinned seductively at him. His cock already coming back to life in his pants as his eyes scanned over Roman’s naked body.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜ Roman smirked when Khai said he was sexy, knowing the man wasn’t gonna be able to keep his hands to himself. There wasn’t going to be any complaining coming from the actor. “Yeah? So are you.” He turned to look over his shoulder, just wanting to take in the way Khai was looking at him for a moment before turning around to straddle his roommate. “Actually...” his voice was low as his hands traveled up the smaller’s body, and the sides of his neck, lips now down by Khai’s ear so he could kiss, and nibble on his earlobe. “You’re the sexiest man alive.” He whispered, and at the same time, took his nails down the other’s defined, inked chest, catching his nipples on the way down.

Khai. That look on Roman’s face as he looked over his shoulder at him sent signals straight to his cock. He couldn’t help it. Roman really was a vision from the Gods, and when he got in a mood, it was written so beautifully in the depths of his eyes. Khai placed his hands onto his roommates hips as he straddled over him. His lips parting with desire as Roman nibbled and kissed at his earlobe. Normally, he would be a bit awkward about a comment like that. But, Goddamn. The way Roman practically purred it into his ear and raked his nails down his body, Fuck! His entire body jerked with pleasure as the most famished growl left his lips. “Uughh, fuck baby” he breathed out through his clenched teeth. His fingers tips digging  ravenously into his hips as his head lulled back against the chair. “Your drive me so fucking wild. You know that?” Maybe Roman was trying to poke the beast in him. But, he was trying so damn hard to let his lover take the lead here.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜ For a fleeting moment, Roman thought about the fact that a chill was starting to come over the room. He wondered if their friends were okay, if they’d all made it home safe in the middle of this awful storm. Roman was a worrier, that’s just what he did, so of course there was no way he could permanently shut off that side of his brain. He could however push it to the side long enough to focus on Khai, and the way he wanted to completely wreck him right now. “Shit, we don’t have any lube.” Ro pulled back to look down at his roommate, hands resting against his tattooed chest while his mind started to race. “Maybe I...need your cum as lube then.” Roman looked down at Khai’s abs, lifting a brow as he traced his fingers over the lines of his muscles. A slow, purposeful smirk formed on the actor’s lips when he decided to roll down his roommate’s sweats so that he could let his cock spring free, in which he quickly wrapped his fingers around, and began to stroke.

- The rest is history...-