#gaygleeeks

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Basketball Practice - Jartin

Martin had asked Jake a long time ago about a very particular fantasy he had and Jake had promised they’d fulfill it at some point. So here Martin was sitting near the court in the Quicken Loans Arena watching Jake race back and forth, scoring more than anyone else. His husband was a stud and that extended onto the basketball court. He was quickly being compared to LeBron James and Stephen Curry and he was still young. He knew Jake was going to make it big and he was glad to get to watch him. But this wasn’t about watching. This was about doing. And he fully expected to get some action once Jake was finished practicing with the Cavs. He twisted his wedding ring while he waited, admiring Jake as he got all sweaty. It was insanely hot and he knew that they would be finishing soon, so he made sure to seat himself close enough that Jake would notice him before he left the court and hopefully in a way that no one else would notice that he was half hard.

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A Ring and A Baby - Brettiago

Brett was in an outright panic. He’d been doing the dishes and took his ring off and now he couldn’t find it. It meant everything to him. It was the sign that he was married to Santiago. It was what marked him as belonging to his husband. It showed how much he loved his soulmate. He could feel tears brimming and felt some start sliding down his cheeks. He gave up in that moment. He had to tell Santiago. He went up to their room, tears still streaming and sniffled as he looked at Santiago. “S-San....I-I lost my ring.” He moved closer to him and sniffled again. “I was doing the dishes and I took it off and now it’s gone. See!” He held up his hand to show Santiago the ring missing from his finger and then ran his other hand down his face, the ring on the wrong hand, clear for Santiago to see. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose it. I just...I messed up. Please don’t be mad.” 

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Free Time - Kum

Kurt walked into his bedroom with Sam, running a hand through his hair and collapsing on the bed next to Sam. “Scott is finally down for his nap. We have a couple hours. We should definitely make the most of it.” He turned over and looked up at Sam, grinning. “And I don’t mean napping. I mean your massive dick and my tight ass. Or your lips and my lips. Or...fuck, why am I bothering with subtlety? I want you to make love to me, Sam. I want my perfect, incredible, gorgeous, amazing, handsome, stunning, absolutely irresistible husband to make me his.” He smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Are you in or do I need to do some more begging and complimenting?”