#f2f: reg huggins

[daltongodpatdick]

It was late, so Patrick headed over to McKinley the second he heard that Reg had been ordered by someone else to the dance. He got there in record time, wasting no time in heading into the submissive’s dorm to get close enough to touch him. His fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt to use to pull him closer, one hand let go to grip hair instead, yanking Reg’s head to the side so that he could dive in. His lips met the other man’s neck, then his teeth and tongue and he marked his way up and down the exposed skin. After leaving multiple dark spots on bare skin, he leaned back -again without warning- but didn’t let go. “Come with me.” @subreghuggins​

[dorseycorcoranx]

SUMMARY: Reginald is a dumb dumb, Dorsey is a dumb dumb, but we been known that. Consider this a making-up lazy f2f from the morning after their fight.

Reg: ...Hey.

Dorsey: Hey. Reg.

Reg: Sup?

Dorsey:

Not much. How are you?

Reg: Fine. I’m fine. It’s fine.

Dorsey: You'll probably get mad for me saying it, but I miss you. I hope you're okay.

Reg: Whatever. I’m fine.

You ever get cold and hot at the same time?

Dorsey: That's a symptom of being sick. Where are you? Have you eaten anything?

Reg: I ain’t sick. I don’t get sick. I’m around. Nah.

Reg: You eat?

Dorsey: If you say so. Nah.

Reg: Yeah. Well. Now I’m sweatin so thats...Good I guess. Dunno.

Fuckin’ eat Goddamn you

Dorsey: Cold and sweating? Why?

Reg: Yeah. Because I fuckin said so

It’s real fuckin bright outside. Shit.

Dorsey: I'm coming to look for you.

Reg: No. Eat.

Dorsey: Make me.

Reg: Fuckin’...Whatever. It won’t take long for you to find me.

Dorsey: Reg.... What the fuck? Look at you-- there is snow in your hair. Get inside! Come here.

Reg: Yeah. It’s...Yeah.

I’m fine. I’m f-fine

Dorsey: It's not fine. You're not fine. I think the fireplace works, I'll get it going and turn on the heater. Your clothes are probably wet. You're going to need to bundle up-- I'll get you blankets. Sit down and get all the wet stuff off.

Reg: You don’t gotta do this

Dorsey: I know. I want to. It's okay.

Reg: I ain’t sick. I just....Shoulda planned better.

Dorsey:Planned better? We'll try to make sure you're not lying to yourself there. Which means food after I finish getting everything set up to warm you up.

Reg: Yea. When I...Came back.

Whatever. Don’t matter. Do what you want.

Dorsey: How long have you been out there?

Reg: Don’t matter.

Why?

Dorsey: It matters to me.

Reg: I don’t fuckin know okay? After I left I waited til dark, brought my blanket, and came back.

You happy now?

Dorsey: Reg... I would have let you back in, you know. I still want you here. I missed you so fucking much. It's stupid, I know.

Reg: Well I didn’t fuckin know okay? And I saw the Doc was comin. I just wanted to make sure you was good. Why? I ain’t shit.

Dorsey: I want you to know now. For the future. You're always welcome here. I told her she didn't have to come. You're more than shit, Reg. I see it. I know it. And you matter to me.

Reg: It’s...I’m...

Its real cold.

Dorsey: Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck, fuck, okay. Do you think I should call Frannie over? Or we can get in a warm shower, try to heat you up faster.

Reg: No. I don’t need no fuckin doctor. Just cmere.

Dorsey: Okay. I've got you. Let me hold you. We can still get in the shower, if you want.

Reg: I don’t know if I can stand.

Dorsey: Then I'll carry you. You can lean on me. Otherwise, all I know is skin on skin is the fastest way to get warm.

Reg: Ain’t nothing wrong with that.

Unless you don’t wanna.

Dorsey: I do want. I'll take my clothes off, then. And cu--uhhh get in the blanket with you.

Reg: Say it.

Dorsey: Cuddle you.

Reg: C’mere. I don’t want to...Get you sick if I...I mean not that i am

Dorsey: Any time. Gladly. I'll be fine. We're worrying about you right now. Mhm. Tough guy.

Reg: I...Mighta missed you too.

Maybe.

Dorsey: Reg.... That's real nice to hear. I'm right here.

Reg: I know. I dont...I dunno. I ain’t gonna apologize. Don’t mean I was right

Dorsey: It's fine. You don't have to say anything. Or do anything. I'm just glad you're here.

Reg: We fucked.

Dorsey: Yeah. We spent a good chunk of time together too. I liked it. The fucking and the hanging out.

Reg: You did?

Dorsey: Yeah. I did. I like being around you, Reg. And you know you're damned fucking hot. Like next level hot. You have to know you're ace in bed. I don't want you thinking that's all I like about you, though. I like cooking for you, and I liked it when you cooked for me too. I like playing video games with you, and watching movies, and talking about all the shit rich people get to do that we have here now.

[submissivestarboy]

Will you come outside with me, Sir? I wanna look at the stars. I’ll get blankets together and everything.

@masterreghuggins​

[daltongodpatdick]

private f2f {hugstetter}

You been here for a bit, yeah, but you ain’t leavin’ for that order. It’s dinner time, that’s what we’re doin’.

@subreghuggins​

[dorseycorcoranx]

SUMMARY: Dorsey deserves better, but this is the mans he’s in love with so here we are. At this point they’ve fucked, and despite Reg’s icy exterior they’ve been taking care of each other and sleeping in the same bed since they got here. This is fight one, prepare for more because this won’t be the end.

Reg: ...Hey. 

Dorsey: Hey, you. Thanks for staying.

Reg: Yeah. Sure. No problem.

How’re you feelin?

Dorsey: I know you probably have better things to do. I'm alright. Tired. I kinda just want to lay in bed, but I want to keep cooking for us. How are you feeling?

Reg: ...What the fuck else would I have to do? We’re on a deserted island for fuck sake. Want to lay in bed? That ain’t good. Maybe I should call that vet back. She’s gotta come take a look at those stitches anyway. Fuck. You ain’t gotta. I’m fine.

You still feeling nauseous?

Dorsey: Spend time on your own? Or with a girl? Or with someone that doesn't ask you to sleep in the same bed? I dunno. It comes and goes. I'm alright. You don't have to bother anyone for me.

Reg: Whatever. Aint no girl I wanna spend time with. You’re askin for a reason, aint ya? Comes and goes? Why didn’t you say Nothin? I’ll get a bucket. Would ya shut it? She’s gonna come down here and she’s gonna check you out. Got it? Fuck. I don’t want you fuckin dyin on me.

Dorsey: You're persistent. And protective. Thank you...

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Reg: Yo, the fuck’s that about?

Dorsey: ....the picture?

Reg: Duh

Dorsey: I uh.. I mean... I thought it was cute.

Reg: Cute? I ain’t cute. I don’t do “cute”. What the fuck, man?

Dorsey: I... I know. I'm sorry. You're mad.

Reg: What gave it away? There are fuckin’ Losers here, I can’t have these fuckin people thinkin I’m gay and shit!

Dorsey: I.. can take it down...

Reg: Yeah. Do that. Now.

I can’t...You fuckin’ did that shit without even...

The fuck you think this is? I don’t even fuckin’ know you

Dorsey: Okay. I'm sorry. I guess I should've known better. I do now.

I don't know. ...Of course you don't.

Reg: Whatever. Im goin’.

Dorsey: Reg...

Reg: What?

Dorsey: I don't want you to go.

Reg: The fuck else am I supposed to do?

Dorsey: Stay?

Reg: Why should I? Why the fuck should I?

Dorsey: I... To be here. With me.

Reg: You talk like I’m your fuckin’ boyfriend or some shit. Get it outta your head it ain’t gonna happen!

Dorsey: ...Okay.

I'm sorry. You know where I'll be.

Reg: You act like I’m gonna fuckin’ care

Dorsey: My mistake.

Reg: Damn fuckin’ right it was. You’d best remember it too.

Dorsey: I will. For what it's worth, I do care. ....Goodbye, Reg.

Reg: No, ya don’t. So stop your bullshittin’.

Fuck off.

Dorsey: 

[dorseycorcoranx]

SUMMARY: The welcome party turns into a viewing party for a bunch of stalker footage, and when clips of Richard hitting Dorsey with that hammer and then trying to bury him come up the man ran off as fast as he could. Worried, Reg chased after him. The continuation that isn’t written for this is they go back to one of their houses and they’re still there right now.

Reg:

Hey, hey, HEY! Would ya just stop for a fuckin’ second? You don’t need to be runnin’ like that in your condition. Shit.

Dorsey:

You-- I couldn't be in there. I can't-- I can't believe all of that is just... out there. Fuck. Fuck.

Reg: 

Yo, I get it. That shit ain’t right. Still don’t mean you need to take off like that. You’re gonna hurt yourself. Stop, sit down, take a minute. Look at you, you’re bleedin’ through your fuckin bandage.

Dorsey:

Reg... I can't breathe... What the fuck? ---------- And you saw that other shit too, right? Someone's been following us. What if he put me here?

Reg: 

Okay well that’s why I said to stop for a minute. Chill. If you don’t quit I’ll have to carry you back. Yeah. I did. Pretty hard to fuckin’ miss. It’s clear these fucks think they’re cute. Use your head man, shit don’t make sense. What, he put me and a vet and a sex therapist and a software engineer and some socialite and a movie star in here, too? Nah. Don’t think like that.

Did you get the chance to eat much?

Dorsey:

...You'd carry me back? Okay.. I uh.. I mean, a bit. Not much. Did you? Look at you, you really are a tough guy.  

Reg:

I said I’d have to if you don’t quit. What, you think I’d just leave ya out here? Shit I’m an asshole, not a fuckin’ prick. Christ. Alright. Wait here. I’ll grab some shit to go, to take back with us. Stay right the fuck here. Right. Here. Don’t move. Are you- the fuck? Get off me! I don’t...Fuckin do hugs.

Dorsey:

....Yeah. Okay.

Reg:

That’s all you got?

Dorsey:

I guess. I dunno. I'll stay put. Don't worry about that. And I won't touch you again either.

Reg:

Why are you actin’ like that?

Dorsey:

Like what?

Reg:

Like that. Like weird.

[submissivestarboy]

“I invited my sister over here...”

@masterreghuggins​

[submissivestarboy]

Do you want to go look at the stars with me again tonight?

@masterreghuggins​

[submissivestarboy]

It was Christmas and maybe Dorsey was feeling a bit of a manic high, because after being given his gifts from Reg (who he had not separated from, despite the mock claim week being over) he absolutely had to turn to the Dominant man sitting next to him and hop up, turning his body fully so that he could straddle his hips, one leg after the other in a purposeful movement that was a little slower than it had to be. Reg could stop him if he wanted to, but he felt like maybe... he wouldn’t. “Thank you. You made that yourself, didn’t you? You’re fucking perfect. Seriously. I’ve never had a better Christmas than this. I got you something too.” @masterreghuggins

[submissivestarboy]

Thanks for staying with me. For coming.

@masterreghuggins​

[dorseycorcoranx]

Hey, you. Are we still good? You okay?

@regatelysium​