#ihq:discord

[puckmanhq]

SOMEBODY ELSE // ( nobias )

WHO: noah puckerman & toby berry ( @berrytobias )

WHAT: an unexpected moment

WHERE: puckersquad penthouse 

WHEN: july 23, 2019 @ 8:42pm

WHY: because at some point these two were gonna have to converse about some shit except did they? 

Usually, Puck would have gone on acting like Toby was some 'other' in his weird little family tree. The brother of his baby mama, his daughter's uncle, his kid sister's best friend. Always there off to the side, blurred and close but never the focus, bever directly in his line of sight. Not until a couple weeks ago anyway, when he'd woken up hungover as fuck, naked and covered by an equally undressed Toby. Was it any wonder he'd assumed they'd had sex. Suddently this consistant background presence was front and center, and there that tall lanky man remained, even now. With the end credits of Fast Five scrolling along the TV screen, Puck had barely even paid attention and that was genuinely surprising. I mean Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson made his entrance to the franchise in this movie and all Puck could think about was the last time he and Toby were on acouch together. "We'd be more fucked up than last time if we actually drank everytime a one liner was said in that fucking movie. But you've gotta try the apple pie moonshine, shit tastes legit, I promise."

Toby slouched back against the couch with a silent sigh. The space between them felt a lot more than it actually was, a lot deeper than the shadows hiding inside the cushion crevices. It felt awkward. He had really hoped the movie invitation would put him and Puck back at zero. He wanted to rewind them back before the glitter hug at the parade and before the naked version of off-key karaoke. But life wasn’t a stupid VHS tape. Toby lolled his head to the side, looking at puck with his signature lop-sided smile. "Either that, or every time they shifted gears.” Toby tapped his temple with a wink. “See, you fucked up, Puck. You can’t mention apple pie to me and not have me want to taste. I love dessert. I mean, I love food in general, but sweet stuff?” He wiggled. “Ooh, baby.” He then collapsed his fingers in a grabbing motion at his handsome host. “Gimme.”

"Dude you wanna get fucked up with gear shifts you gotta watch the second and third movie. Your skinny ass would definitely need a stomach pump trying to keep up with that shit." Already pouring a shot for his apparent drinking buddy, although he was taking it slow. Didn't want a repeat of last time, if anything was gonna happen he wanted his wits about him. A drunk him trying to make something more happen is, as his sister would put it, not it. Handing the full shot glass to Toby, he smiled a the grabby hands and that shouldn't have been as endearing to Puck as it was. Maybe he had drank more then he thought. Feeling his fingers ghost over Toby's as he tried to make sure Toby had a decent gasp on the glass he felt his body desperate to react and thank fuck he wasn't seventeen anymore and he had more control over his body. Without even realizing his body had moved even closer to Toby's on the couch, effectively closing the gap between them. "It's fucking good right?There's not even a bite to it. Shit is dangerous." Honestly, he was way too focused on memorizing everything about Toby's face as he spoke to even realize he'd said anything.

“You say that like I’ve never played this game with Ali. We’re pros, my dude.” Which was, only partly true. Semi-pros was probably more accurate. Their drinking games mainly revolved around obscure references and how many on-screen deaths there were. Toby didn’t flinch at the bump of their fingers or the warmth that radiated off them. Toby’s personal bubble was excruciatingly small. He had no issue with closeness, much to the annoyance of certain people. He scooted forward to properly take the shot, gently knocking Puck’s knee with his own. He lifted the glass. “Down the hatch.” His usual grimace faded as quickly as the drink fell past his throat. “Ooh shit.” He looked over at puck with exuberant child-like wonder.  “Bro,” he drew loudly, “that was tasty as hell.” He licked his lips. “You’re gonna have to hit me with another one. It’s--” He rolled his eyes at Puck’s warning. “Oh, come the fuck on. There’s nothing wrong with things being dangerous.” He handed over his glass forcefully. He was getting another shot goddammit. “That’s what makes life interesting, Puck. Live a little with me.” He thought for a moment. You know, kinda like last time. But not like last time, because you have AC,” he clarified. Toby cleared his throat. “Should we... Um.” He scratched the back of his neck with anxious fingers. “Should we talk about that night by the way? I know we didn’t do anything, but…”

Fuck, he’d been drinking water when Toby had the fucking nerve to say something as ludicrous as down the hatch, so naturally the next thing out of Puck’s mouth was water. Putting his glass down, he lifted his shirt up to wipe the water from his chin, running it down to his chest as well, before idly taking the empty glass from Toby. “Dude you’re already saying shit like down the hatch, I don’t think you need anymore.” Despite his words his actions said he was totally down with a two shots of moonshine in Tobias Berry, seeing as he was pouring him another as he fucking spoke. “Pretty sure I wrote the book on living a little. Chapter one, Knock up your best friend. Chapter two, get sent to juvie. Chapter three, drop out of high school. Shit, maybe if I’d finished junior year I could write a damn book.” Honestly, he was going to just act like Toby hadn’t brought up the thing Puck had spent weeks trying to forget even happened. Wasn’t that like the unspoken thing? What happens on tequila is forgotten forever and whatever you do remember you pretend you fucking forgot. Did no one tell the kid the rules of Añejo? Handing him his shot and taking one himself, he wiped his bottom lip before clearing his throat. Looking intently at him, Puck tried to read him, figure out if he wanted to say something without actually having to say anything, but he didn’t know the younger man well enough to do all that. Throwing his arm around the back of the couch around Toby’s shoulders, still looking at him. It was like Puck didn’t have that much control over his fucking body and he wasn’t 100% sure where the fuck it was going to take him next and maybe that was his way of living a little. “Sorry can’t remember, what was it that didn’t happen again?” He asked with a slight smirk, looking between Toby’s mouth and his eyes, Puck suddenly knew exactly where his body want to take this.

Toby tossed back his shot before answering, hoping the liquid courage would coat his throat and make everything he wanted to say smoother, sweeter, and more like the taste that was already fading from his tongue  “I know you can’t remember, Puck. That was the whole point of talk--” Toby blanched. Was… Was Puck putting the moves on him? It was all there. The smirk. The arm move. Toby’s pupils dilated. Was Puck looking at his mouth? “Oh God,” he spoke absentmindedly. “I mean, um…” His heart doubled its speed as he forced his gaze away. Why did he suddenly feel like he was 15 again? He didn’t still have a crush on his sister’s baby daddy. That was idiotic. “Aliyah said we…” Toby swallowed and regained his composure. “She said that we were being drunk jackasses and we sang karaoke and shit. Got naked at some point?” Cuddled. “Then we, um. Then we passed out. Nothing happened. But I wanted to make sure you weren’t weird about it, I guess?” Toby laughed nervously. “You know what? It’s fine. Water under the bridge or whatever.” Toby patted Puck’s thigh. “That cool? We good?” He didn’t move his hand.

As the other spoke, Puck looked at him intently, holding back a smile as he recounted their tale all those weeks ago. Once them getting naked was mentioned he could feel the slight pressure from him biting his bottom lip. Honestly it made him think it was kind of a shame they hadn’t made out, would have taken care of some of their current tension, but then that would be so much less fun. A flustered Toby was, kinda hot. Barely even registering what the younger man said before he finally stopped talking, Puck just looked down at the hand resting on his thigh and nodded. There were a couple of way he could probably lead this moment, and he was definitely going to be the leader, which should surprise exactly no one. Option one was to just say, yeah man we’re good, and laugh that shit off and let everything just settle into something normal and expected. Option two though, “Kinda a shame, right? That we didn’t make out, at least. That would’ve made the morning after hangover so much more worth it.” fuel the tension and see where it goes. Clearly, the dude was attracted to him, I mean who wasn’t? and Puck.... Puck would label it healthy human curiosity, after all he just wanted to know what it would be like to make out with Toby, nothing to dwell on there. So he leaned in, maintaining eye contact to see how close the other would allow him to get. When he was so close he could the other man’s warmth, he stopped looking at his lips before looking back up to his eyes, searching for permission.

Toby’s heart continued to thunder in his chest. He thought he had grown out of this feeling years ago. Again, he reminded himself he wasn’t a goddamn teenager with a crush. Puck wasn’t ruffling his hair as he walked past him to get to Lucky. Puck wasn’t playfully punching him in the shoulder. Puck wasn’t doing that nod of appreciation for babysitting on such late notice.. No, this was different. Very different. Puck was looking into Toby’s eyes, into Toby’s fucking soul. “A shame?” he repeated. “I mean, we could have for all we know. I think Aliyah caught the tail-end of our whole drunk singing thing. Maybe we did kiss before she showed up. And we just forgot. Like everything else.” Tobias Berry was on fire. “I don’t know about making a hangover worth it, Puck.” His headache for the entirety of the Pride Parade came to mind. “Though,” Toby laughed to himself. “I’ve actually been told I’m a really good kisser.” He licked his lips unconsciously. “Five star reviews.” Oh God. Was he doing this? Was he actually doing this? “We can make it worth it now,” he spoke quietly. “If you want to.” Eyes closed, Toby neared Puck’s lips with his own.

Up until two years ago, Toby was Lucky’s kid brother, then he was Lucky’s kid brother and Jo’s uncle. Then he was Lucky’s kid brother, Jo’s uncle, Aliyah’s roommate and Stevie’s best friend. To Puck, Toby had always been someone somebody else knew, he was always in his peripheral vision, a familiar but out of focus figure in his mind. Then the night before the IHQ Pride Games happened and suddenly he could see the younger man so clearly it was almost blinding. Had his hair always been that curly? Had his smile always been that endearing? Had he always talked this much? Had his voice always sounded like that? At first he thought maybe he was just doing this because he could, you know, like he always did. Saw someone attractive, charmed his way into their favor and did what came natural because he needed a release but that wasn’t what was happening. Not really, I mean, if it were he’d have shut Toby up at ’A shame?’ or been too focused on his mouth to hear anything he was actually saying, but he could’ve recited him word for word right now. Then, as if in slow motion, Toby assumed the, ‘kiss me’ position and Puck felt his instincts kick in and he had a hand on his face, the pad of his thumb tracing his jawline and he was so close and then those four words rung in his head; ‘If you want to.’ and he realized he really fucking did and that was kinda fucking him up, because Toby wasn’t just some dude, he was ingrained in the fabric of Puck’s life and somehow he was just now piecing that together. Resting his forehead against Toby’s, he knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t think of a single reason why as he closed the gap between them. It was slow and something else that Puck would later find was... meaningful. Fuck.

[gail-hq-archive]

INVOLVED: Gail Weston and Casey Rose @casey-hq

DATE & TIME: 14 August, 2019

LOCATION: Casey’s apartment

SUMMARY: Kisses and cuddles I guess.

WARNINGS: None.

Gail had been trying to distract herself from the fact that she was texting Casey by scrolling through Tumblr for some mindless stupid memes. It's not like she's staring at her phone waiting for a reply. Pfftt, that's absurd, Gail Weston doesn't wait for anyone's text. She thought as she tried very hard not to swipe down from the top centre screen to check for another notification. It was stupid, putting her phone on Do Not Disturb when she's trying to text someone - and she never puts her phone on DND! So when Casey replied, finally, it only took her ten minutes and twenty two seconds, not that Gail was counting, it unnerved Gail to another level. It was dumb to pretend she wasn't nervous, but at this point in time, Gail might as well be dumb. 

She yelled at the bedroom and told Connor that she was going out and practically burst out the door. So here she is, standing in front of Casey's door, wearing a pair of bunny slippers and not knowing what the fuck she was doing there. How dare Casey text her and basically order her to come over? Gail was an independent woman who takes order from nobody. Not to mention she was smoking hot and had people lining up vying for her attention. Who does Casey think she was? OKAY, so Casey might also be stupidly hot and cute, like who the fuck allowed someone to be both hot and cute at the same time? Gail glared at the door as though it had personally offended her. She should just leave, she had no business being here. What did she even wanted to get out of this? A kiss? Maybe? Probably? Most definitely? So instead of moving, Gail just allowed herself to stand in front of a door in the middle of a corridor, looking like an idiot.

Things with Gail had proven to be a little complicated and very confusing. One moment they were fine, talking like the acquaintances that they were about a month ago. Then she slapped Marley and everything got turned upside down and in a fit of overprotectiveness and rage, Casey had retaliated and had slapped Gail - though she’d immediately felt horrible for it. Then they’d become... friends, somewhat. Casey loved to bother her and buy her lunch, stealing glances when Gail wasn’t looking and noticing the faintest hint of a smile, especially when she hung out with Nala. It was different from her usual demeanor - serious, a frown and furrowed brows. Gail seemed lighter and carefree, and Casey couldn’t help but wonder how often she actually looked and felt like that. 

And then Gail kissed her. It was nice, of course, her lips were soft and the brunette was offensively gorgeous. No one should be that attractive; it truly was offensive. Gail had avoided her afterward and Casey had an inkling as to why, especially since Gail had been intoxicated when it happened. Casey wanted to do it again, of course. Sober. So when she texted Gail that she was free, she half expected Gail to say maybe another time, but she didn’t. And by the looks of Nala’s perked ears, tilted head and curious sniffing, someone was outside her door. Casey waited for Gail to open the door, sitting down on the couch and wondering how long it would take. I don’t bite she texted Gail after a few minutes, then added, Unless you want me to.

Gail had given up on keeping her phone on DND when she kept checking it for the umpteenth time back when she was still at Connor's. It might've been a giant mistake on her part because when it pinged for a new incoming message, Gail knew she was busted before she even checked who it was from. Looking down at the texts, she wanted to curse Casey's name right there and then. No, actually, scratch that, she wanted to punch this stupid door and then maybe punch Casey because she's probably sporting some infuriating smirk right now. But then again, her face was too pretty, so maybe not. 

Grumbling lowly to herself about the unfairness of this whole situation, she grind down on her teeth, stiffen her shoulders and spine, took a hell of a deep breath, and...… 

Couldn't do it. 

Gail jabbed at her phone and sent a message to Casey, because she started this, so she might as well see it through - not Gail.

‘come open ur stupid door 😠’

Although Casey wanted to remind Gail that she'd left her door open and she could just come in, she decided to go easy on the brunette, quirking an eyebrow at the adorable use of the angry emoji and gently placing her phone face down on the coffee table. Was Gail Weston nervous, perhaps? A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips at the thought, feeling as if it was some sort of ego boost even though there was no confirmation about whether or not that was the case. Was it unusual to wonder what Gail was wearing? Was she still wearing one of her work pant suits, or had she changed into something significantly more comfortable? Was she sporting the same look as the emoji, annoyed with Casey even though the blonde technically hadn't done anything... yet. 

 When she finally opened the door, she was met with the brunette still standing at her door, her phone in hand and looking somewhat... flustered? Or was she actually nervous? Casey wasn't sure. "I told you I don't bite" she smirked, moving a bit to the side so Gail would come into her apartment. She couldn't stop thinking about kissing her dumb lips, but she figured it was best to do it behind closed doors and not in the middle of the hall.

The moment the door opened, Gail glared up at the offending blonde on the other side. How dare she look so beautiful even at night. This should be illegal. This is more of a threat to her safety than a broken glass bottle. She had almost stuck her tongue out at Casey when she got cheeky. Unbelievable. 

Clad in a loose flow-y chemise and some Capri length tights, which probably worth more than Casey's monthly salary, Gail huffed her way into the apartment; making sure to shoot the blonde another glare for good measure. 

Once inside, the first thing Gail did was to greet Nala and picked her up for a hug. The little puppy doesn't deserve her ire, she only deserve happiness and cuddles and scratches. Turning on her heel, she pursed her lips and looked on at Casey. "I'm here, now what?"

Casey, of course, had eyes and she couldn't help but check Gail out as she walked into her apartment - smirking because she'd definitely noticed that glare that had been shot her way. Honestly, fucking sue her for checking out her ass in those tights. Biting back a chuckle, she closed the door behind them and watched as Gail picked up Nala, eyebrow quirked as her demeanor changed... somewhat. She was still a little wary and a little defensive, almost using Nala as a shield. 

Shaking her head, Casey gently took Nala from her arms and softly placed her on her bed, giving her belly rubs before she made her way back to Gail. "Now what?" she asked, repeating what Gail had asked. She took a step close to her, slightly amused at their height difference. It wasn't much, but it was still noticeable, especially in an instance like this. "Do you want to do this?" she questioned quietly, wondering if she was still into it. The whole point of it was that Casey wanted to do this sober so there were no regrets; she was just curious if Gail still felt the same.

Gail almost whined when Casey took Nala away from her. But instead, she crossed her arms and looked forlornly at the puppy. This is animal cruelty. Humans are animals, and Gail's a human - most of the time, when she's sober and awake. Now that Gail's without her Nala buffer, she's feeling a little self conscious. What exactly did she expect to get out of coming to Casey's apartment? Did she just wanted to talk? What would they even talk about?Clearly not about her activities last weekend. Does Gail really want to talk about kissing Casey? Sure, the blonde is cute and pretty, and for fuck's sake, why does she even have to smell nice too, and it's a no brain-er that Gail would want to kiss those sweet lips again. 

So what's it going to be, Gail Weston? She challenged herself as Casey stepped closer to her. Gail might have to tilt her head slightly upward to look at Casey in the eyes, but she has the bigger personality here, and the bigger presence. Damn this beautiful tree of a woman. "Do... what are we doing?" She said sidestepping the topic of the night.

Casey quirked an eyebrow, wondering if she now had the upper hand. Sure, it wasn't a game, per se, but Casey loved being in charge and right now... well, she felt that she was. "What did we talk about doing?" she whispered, taking another step toward Gail and softly cupping her cheek with her right hand. She frowned, knowing that she'd hurt her there a month ago due to her feeling anger toward her, having flashbacks to Marley being bullied and Casey fighting the girls who'd hurt her. Marley was too pure and too gentle; she didn't believe in physical violence, but she'd cry at their words and Casey wasn't above hurting them for what they'd done to her. To Casey, it'd been like that - Gail had hurt Marley, so Casey had to retaliate by hurting Gail. Unfortunately, Gail had been hurt in the process as well and as Casey softly ran her thumb along her cheekbone, she silently apologized for the role she'd played in that situation. 

"I want to kiss you" Casey admitted as her blue eyes bore into Gail's, the faintest of smiles had pulled at the corners of her lips. "And if you don't stop me in the next five seconds, I'm gonna do it. I'm giving you an out. You can say no. But if you don't..." she trailed off, the smile now morphing into her signature smirk.

Gail furrowed her brows and continued to stare at Casey. She was severely at a disadvantage here. She's already shown her hand of wanting to kiss Casey, and then she willingly came over to her place all because of... what exactly? She knew better than to be tempted by handsome men and pretty ladies, so what makes this so different? Maybe it's because this infuriating woman shares the same face as Marley Rose -- who was also to knock Gail's world out of kilter? That couldn't possibly be it. It'll have to be something about Casey... But while Gail was trying to figure out the reason why she's so intrigued and captivated by Casey, said blonde was now literally inches away from her face. Now all she could focus on was the gentle caress of her cheek and those lips right in front of her. 

Fluttering her eyelashes, Gail didn't move an inch. She wasn't going to stop Casey but she's also not going to be the one to make the first move this time. Once was enough, and it didn't even went all that well. She flitted her gaze between Casey's eyes and lips before settling onto just looking straight at her, trying to disguise the fact that her heart was beating overtime in her chest and that as of this moment, she wants nothing more than the promised kiss.

Five seconds passed and Gail hadn't moved, she wasn't stopping Casey, she wasn't doing anything but waiting for Casey to make the first move. This was something that the blonde was more than okay with - she enjoyed being in charge of these situations, so she was glad that she did have the upper hand here. Her smirk grew as the seconds continued to pass, adding to the anticipation and Gail's wait. Finally, her eyes drifted from Gail's eyes down to her lips, her hand continuing to cup her cheek. She was still waiting, taking her time before she finally leaned in and captured Gail's lips with hers.

It started out soft and gentle... a lot like the kiss they'd shared a couple of days ago while Gail was inebriated. But it was also different because this time, Casey was kissing her... and quite possibly letting out the softest of moans as the kiss gradually became a little more hungry and Casey's other hand found Gail's waist and she quickly pulled her body flush against hers. The height difference didn't bother her, but there was a part of her that wanted to take this to the couch. Who wouldn't want a hot girl on top of them, right?

To say Gail was tense when Casey pressed her lips against her own was an understatement. But it only took a moment before her eyes shut responsively where she sighed and relaxed into it. She had let out a soft moan when Casey pulled her tightly into her arms, she only made her appreciation known by deepening the kiss. It was far too soon before the contact was gone and Gail was left reeling from it. With her eyes opened again, there was Casey looking at her with that same stupid grin on her face. 

Gail had no idea that a similar but albeit more demure smile was also painted on her own face.

Casey bit back a grin when they pulled away and she'd caught Gail smiling. Eyebrow quirked in curiosity and slight amusement - and slight cockiness as well - Casey grabbed Gail's hand in hers and led them to the couch where she sat down and looked up at Gail. Tilting her head, she challenged Gail, wanting to continue this here and now. "C'mere" she whispered, smirking, challenging her to straddle her or to at least sit down next to her. The night was still young and though this hadn't been on her plans at all at the beginning of the night - really, this hadn't been on her radar due to how Gail had been avoiding her, she couldn't help but want just this for the rest of it. 

"C'mere" she repeated with a little more urgency, beckoning for Gail to join her.

Pouting at how she was caught smiling like an idiot, Gail dragged her feet on her way to the couch. She stood between Casey's legs and stared down at the blonde. At the first beckon, Gail folded her lips over her teeth and shook her head. It shouldn't be this easy to get Gail to surrender to someone, so she's going to do everything she can to make it difficult. But God, it is hard. When Casey repeated once more, Gail stood contemplatively for a moment before she kneel on the couch, effectively straddling Casey. She kept her weight on her knees whilst she place her arms on Casey's shoulder. "I'm not a dog." She said lowly, looking down at Casey.

Gail could be a little stubborn, a little difficult, so Casey couldn't help but grin triumphantly when she finally relented and knelt on the couch. Gail was almost straddling her - almost, but not quite. "I never said you were" Casey smirked, enjoying the position they were currently in, but wanting to feel Gail's weight on her. Keeping her eyes locked on Gail's, she placed her hand on her waist then slowly moved it to her ass, gently guiding her so that she would be more comfortable on top of her. "I just wanted you on top of me, is that a crime?" she asked cheekily, her other hand tucking a strand of hair behind Gail's ear. "Are you going to punish me?"

Casey needs to die. That's it, that's all there is. But if she wants to play then it's only fair that Gail gets to join in on the fun, Gail refuses to be toyed with like a pet's toy. She leaned her head forward as though she's going in for another kiss but just as their faces were only millimeters apart, she stopped. "It's not punishments if you enjoy them," She nipped at Casey's bottom lip. "So why should I bother?" Gail pulled away and promptly sat down onto Casey with as much force as she can possibly muster. With her hands now resting at the nape of Casey's neck, she played with the shorter tendrils of hair there. "I hate you."

"True" Casey acquiesced with a nod, adding, "there are more than a few punishments that I'm pretty sure you'd enjoy." Though she loved that Gail was feeling comfortable enough to tease her - especially when she nipped at her lip - Casey was itching to take control of the situation. She would be nice, though, and allow Gail to think she had the upper hand for the time being. "You don't hate me" she shook her head, sitting up and leaning forward, both of her hands now on Gail's waist, "you just hate that you love this as much as you do." Casey pressed her lips to Gail's neck then her jaw, "And that you couldn't leave right now even if you actually wanted to because you want this as much as I do."

Instinctively, Gail tilted her head away to allow Casey more access. She hates Casey, so much. So freaking much. So she may be just a little into this whole thing that they're doing, but it's only because... because Gail is trying to erase the fact that Connor was her latest sex partner; that's all. Biting at the corner of her lip, Gail kept quiet instead of replying. She wasn't going to give rise to the bait, Casey can say whatever she wants, it doesn't mean it's true. Instead, for retaliation, Gail gave a sharp tug with the hand that's currently entangled in the golden locks.

Casey dragged her teeth along Gail's soft skin, only nipping the base of her neck gently before pressing a few kisses along her jaw. Gail was clearly flustered due to how she'd reacted, her hair being pulled at as Casey continued teasing. She hummed in appreciation, looking up at Gail with a smirk that let her know this was just the beginning. "You can keep doing that" she said, moving her hands to her ass and squeezing, "just know that I like it." She was in control, as per usual. She was the one in charge, just the way she liked it. But because of that, because of what Gail had done in retaliation, she wasn't going to kiss her just yet. Instead, she continued to tease her jaw, slowly moving toward her ear and whispering to Gail that she liked it rough.

"Fuck," Gail breathed out, the tip of her ear redden from embarrassment or arousal, nobody knows. This is going to drive her insane. What is with this girl? Her heart rate is already going through the roof from just the light touches on her neck and jawline. Swallowing heavily, Gail clenched her jaw and pinched the back of Casey's neck. "Stop teasing and just...!" She growled. She didn't want to be the first to give in, but it's starting to look like Casey knew exactly what to do to make Gail give up the remaining shreds of control. While most of the people would assume that Gail loves to be in control during sex, she prefers it the other way around. She's had so much control in her life that she just wanted, no needed, someone else to take the reins in certain parts of her life - that being sex. But in this particular case, she would be damned if she doesn't fight to keep every last sliver of it, no matter how much she wants Casey. It might be a losing fight, but she'll damn well put up a good fight.

"Stop teasing and just...?" Casey repeated, questioning Gail quietly, brow quirked in the most teasing way. She was feeling more than cocky because it seemed as if Gail was slowly losing control and just wanted what Casey was so rudely keeping from her. Gail was anxious to have it, and Casey wanted to keep it from her for just a little bit longer. Her tongue darted out between her lips, slowly trailing up from the base of her throat to her jawline. "What do you want?" she asked, nipping at her skin as she dug her fingers to her side. "Do you want me to kiss you?" she whispered low, "do you want me to bite your lip and pull your hair?" Casey bit her own lip, her hands slowly moving up Gail's back. "What do you want me to do to you, Gail Weston?"

Feeling entirely too uncomfortable and uneasy, Gail shifted on Casey's lap as she felt hands running up her back. She rolled her eyes and leaned in to give Casey a peck on the lips. "You're infuriating." She said resignedly. "Yes, to all of it" It hurts Gail to admit it, to admit defeat in this battle of wits, but it might actually, physically, hurt if she doesn't. "Kiss me already." 

Casey smirked, nodding when Gail said she was infuriating - and she was, she knew she was, she was proud of it, actually. "I am" she admitted, the smirk still prominent on her features, tilting her head upward when Gail gave in to her and admitted she wanted her to kiss her. Casey hummed, pressing a kiss to Gail's jaw, then her cheek, then the corner of her lips. Still, even though Gail had admitted to wanting her and had given in, she was teasing her. "I'll kiss you now." And so she did, capturing Gail's lips with hers and forgetting about the game she'd been playing with Gail for the past few minutes or so. Her hands moved back to Gail's waist, tightening her grip on her as the kiss deepened. This was much better; why hadn't they started it off with Gail on top of her from the get-go?

Kissing Casey, really kissing Casey was an experience. It's not like there are explosions or that it was a life-altering experience, but there were definitely some fireworks lighting up behind her eyelids. Okay, so there were a lot of fireworks but whatever, nobody can judge her. With the way her body melted and relaxed into Casey's embrace, nobody would've believed it that she was high-strung and all rigid seconds before. Gail reveled in the feeling of Casey's lips on hers. They were the softest, plumpest lips she had probably ever kissed this side of college. Whimpering quietly, she opened her mouth which, almost instantaneously, Casey took advantage of.

Not that she didn't like the Gail that she saw often - hard and rough exterior, furrowed brows and a 'don't fuck with me' look on her face - but Casey could tell that she was a lot more relaxed now as she kissed her. Casey's right hand snuck its way under Gail's shirt, ghosting her fingers over the small of her back and slowly up her spine. Not too far, though. She kept her hand in a respectable spot, still ghosting over her skin, daring to move it to her ribs... but that was more than enough for her. She wasn't going to push unless Gail asked her to. Besides, she was happy to just be kissing her, to feel her lips against hers, her tongue. It didn't even matter when their teeth gently knocked against one another's. This felt good. And if Casey really thought about it, if she wasn't so distracted by Gail's lips and tiny noises of approval, she would realize that this was the first time in a while that she wasn't doing anything to make it sexual. This was the first time she was okay with just kissing someone... even though, yes, she did want to switch their positions and lay Gail down on her couch so she could be on top of her. This was fine. Really, this was more than fine.

"Fuck," Gail said quietly as she slowly pulled away from Casey, their noses centimeters away from each other, their lips barely touching. She kept her eyes closed and tried desperately to regulate her breathing and heart rate back to normal again. She's made out with a lot of people, she's had groping sessions like every other girl, but none actually made her feel this much with so little. For Christ's sake, Casey hadn't even touched her breasts yet. "I can't, I can't stay." She finally got out, voice soft and eyes hazy. She was still reeling from the whole making out with Casey thing to really throw back on her usual stoic, snark, and sarcasm façade. So instead, she sat limply on Casey's lap with her arms still circled around Casey's neck.

Casey furrowed her brows when Gail said she couldn't stay, confused at the soft words and the meaning behind them, especially since Gail wasn't making the effort to actually get up and leave. She was still there, on her lap, looking at her in a way that was unlike her usual demeanor. "You don't have to stay" Casey whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Gail's lips then pressing another to her pulse point, "I won't make you stay." She was breathing hard, still reeling from what had transpired just a few seconds earlier... still wanting to kiss Gail. "But I want you to" she admitted, biting her lip a little nervously, "even if we don't keep kissing. We can just go back to my bed and we can lay there. We can sleep. We can cuddle. We can... it doesn't matter what we do." She cupped her cheek with one hand, smiling softly at the brunette, "stay the night. What do you say?"

Gail tried to look frustrated and her usual grumpiness but all she managed was a slight pout of her lower lip. "I can't," she said, devoid of any conviction. It also didn't help that she had made zero effort to move or to get off of Casey's lap. She just sat there and let herself be handled and kissed. "I shouldn't." She said breathlessly this time, what with Casey kissing her neck softly. Gail doesn't push her away, but rather stretched her neck as Casey's mouth traveled upwards. "Maybe." A peck on the corner of her slightly up-tilted lips. It shouldn't be this easy to change her mind, she really shouldn't stay. She had work early tomorrow and she has nothing here, unlike Connor's place. She would literally have to wake up at ass crack of the morning to get home and get changed. But one by one, all the reasons why Gail shouldn't remain at Casey's place were kissed away, peck by peck. Until finally, she relented. "Okay," She rolled her eyes, she couldn't help herself and dove down for another peck, just for good measure. "You don't play fair and you know it."

At first, Gail said 'I can't' and Casey took it as there being an outside reason for her needing to go... whereas when she said 'I shouldn't', it felt more as if there was an internal battle that Gail was fighting against - and losing. So Casey kept pressing soft, gentle kisses on her skin, trying to melt away whatever excuse she had on the tip of her tongue. Casey hummed, not saying anything as she continued to pepper her skin with feather light kisses, both of her hands sliding under her shirt and the tips of her fingers ghosting over her warm skin. Then she kissed her lips - still, though, just small pecks. Not enough to be turned into something hungry and needy, but enough to change Gail's mind. "I know I don't" she grinned her signature grin when Gail finally gave in - her teeth were showing and her eyes and nose were scrunched up, "but I have a feeling you like it." She pressed her lips against the tip of Gail's nose then whispered, "I'm glad you're staying."

Gail wrinkled her nose, not knowing what's the right thing to say at that. Does she say 'you're welcome'? She could, and she probably would've in any other occasion. Her presence is a gift and not many gets the privilege to bask in it. "You have to wake me up tomorrow," she crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling rather vulnerable all of a sudden. "I have to go back to my place to get changed before work. And I'll have to shower." She continued to list out all the things she needed to do. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. I don't like waking up early, and sleeping here means I have to do just that."

Pressing yet another gentle kiss to Gail's lips, Casey tried to wordlessly reassure her that everything would be okay - that she would wake her up early so she could go back to her place (Connor's place?) so she could be able to get to work on time. "You know... Connor's place isn't that far from here, just an elevator ride away. I mean... okay, what time do you usually wake up? I can wake you up ten minutes before that so your schedule is not off kilter." Casey tried to reason with Gail, kissing her softly. "Ten minutes. Five minutes." She paused, then added, "I don't know, I kinda just wanna wake up next to you for real this time. I like holding you, you know."

"Fine, but we'll have to make that ten minutes." Gail sighed. At least this wouldn't be as bad as Connor waking her up at 5 in the morning, or at least she hopes. "My place is a ten minute drive. I don't keep clothes at Connor's." She bent down and stole another kiss. She can at least admit that she likes kissing Casey, even though she might not be entirely too comfortable with sleeping with someone but not sleeping with someone. She's fine with sleeping over for random hookups but to just sleep with someone after kissing them for almost half an hour? That's just... weird. "My legs are falling asleep, so if we're going to keep talking or... you know, we're going to have to move." She placed her hands on Casey's shoulder, trying to push herself up. "Or at least I have to."

Before Casey even attempted to move, she leaned in to give Gail another kiss - deep, but not enough for it to drive her crazy, not enough for her to want to lay her down for more. "Okay" she breathed against Gail's lips once she'd finally pulled away, moving her hands to Gail's ass, squeezing before she moved them to her thighs as she scooted to the edge of the couch. "Let's go to bed, then." And with that she got up, picking Gail up as if she weighed nothing and leading them back to her bedroom like that, with Gail still wrapped around her. "You might be a little overdressed" she smirked as she lay Gail down on her bed, her eyebrow quirked in a cheeky, teasing manner, "you can borrow a t-shirt if you want."

Gail let out a high pitched squeal as she was unceremoniously picked up by Casey. She quickly wrapped her legs and arms around the blonde, trying to make sure that if she does fall, she's bringing Casey down with her. "Oh my God," Gail exhaled once she was safely deposited onto the bed. "You could've warned me!" She pushed at Casey's shoulder and smacked her a few times for good measure. Gail tried to be angry with Casey but just one look at that smiling face killed any chance of that. Rolling her eyes, she stuck her hand out for the aforementioned shirt. "Well? I'm not going to wrinkle this shirt any more than I already have."

"Where's the fun in that?" Casey asked her, the smirk still evident on her features even as Gail pushed and smacked her for doing what she'd done. "Take it off, then" she challenged after pressing one last kiss to Gail's lips, then pulled away from her completely and made her way to her dresser to grab one of the many LA Dodgers t-shirts she'd accumulated ever since moving out to the west coast. Without really thinking, she stripped out of her bottoms and the t-shirt that she'd been wearing, changing into a clean one before making her way back to Gail, Dodgers shirt in hand. "You'll look good in my shirt" she commented, wondering if she should turn around and give her some privacy as she changed, "- I mean, you'd look good in anything." She rolled her eyes, adding a playful "you gorgeous bitch" under her breath.

Sitting on the bed, Gail had the best view of the city. She licked her lips as she watched Casey changed shirts and kicking off her bottoms. Casey might've done it without thinking or awareness for her surrounding, but Gail planned to do it in a very deliberate manner. So when Casey came back, handing over the Dodgers t-shirt, which Gail only mildly snarled at because she was a die hard Mets fan, Gail gripped the bottom of her blouse and slowly pulled it over her head and off. Clad in just her black lace La Perlas, she looked Casey dead in the eye as she reached for the shirt before pulling it on. Not one to sleep with her bra on, she reached under her new shirt and unclasped the back, pulling the straps down her arms, and pulled it out from under her shirt. "Do you have a hanger I can hang these on?" She asked nonchalantly, as though she didn't just deliberately stripped in front of Casey.

There was no way in hell that Casey would turn around now, seeing that Gail was basically putting on a show for her. Biting her lip, Casey watched as she pulled off her blouse, put on the t-shirt she'd been given, then took off her bra and pulled it out from under the shirt. It was done so effortlessly that Casey was left dumbfounded until Gail finally spoke, making Casey nod, dumbfounded at what she'd just witnessed. Like she'd thought before, Gail was offensively attractive. "Yeah... yeah. Yeah. I got it. Yup." She sounded like an idiot and she knew it, but she didn't much care as she grabbed her garments and hung them in her closet. Finally, she made her way back to her bed and laid next to Gail, shaking her head. "You're a tease" she stated, though it was clear it was mere banter, "I like it." She kissed Gail's lips, amused at what she was about to ask. "Are you gonna let me cuddle you and hold you through the night?"

Gail made herself comfortable in the bed, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling. It's weird, sharing a bed with someone who's not her friend and not her sexual partner of the night. When she felt the bed dip next to her, she turned her head and was greeted with a kiss. It's nice, kissing Casey. She wants more of that, for sure. "No" she replied simply, but like before she did nothing that might suggest that contact from Casey is unwelcome. Instead, she turned and lied on her side, facing Casey. If anything that was an encouraging sign that Casey should wrap her arms around Gail and hold her.

When Gail turned so her body was facing hers, Casey couldn't help but tilt her head and smile at her sweetly. Though she'd said no, her actions told a different story. Before she could wrap her arms around her and hold her, though, Casey chose to press her forehead against Gail's, kissing the tip of her nose in a feather-light touch. "I'm glad you stayed" she whispered, leaning down slightly and brushing her lips against hers before finally wrapping her arms around her. This was good. This was more than good. Casey hoped there would be more of this in the future but even if there wasn't, this was... this was enough.

[catferro]

Timeframe:  Sometime earlier this year

Location: Tina's apartment

People: Ryan Pierce & Tina Cohen-Chang

Third time is the charm. That's what people always say, right? So wouldn't it make sense to assume it would also be the case for Ryan and Tina's relationship?  Ever since they got together a few years back, they've had their ups and downs. They've broken up and gotten back together, over and over again. Each time they broke up, however, made a bigger dent in each of their hearts. Angry words, spiteful comments, and unreasonable assumptions were all made in the heat of the moment, but each time they managed to get through it together. But this time? This time, reconciliation didn't seem all that likely...

Ryan fought to not raise his voice but the frustration was getting the best of him. Brashly, he ran a hand roughly through his hair, leaving odd pieces of hair sticking out from its usual coiffed shape. "Tina... baby, please. Can we just talk about this? I don't, I don't understand why all of a sudden, you're making that kind of accusation. I just want to understand, please... I know you're angry, but I can't understand if you won't talk to me."

Tina crossed her arms across her chest, not here for his baby, please. Not this time. He couldn't just nice it all away. "I've been talking, Ryan. You're not listening," she insisted, though she knew on some level her thoughts had been far from complete. "I see you flirting and charming every person that walks through the doors. The exact same flirt and charm that gets me hook, line, and sinker. What am I supposed to think?"

Ryan, with a frown marring his normally bright and open face, peered at Tina from his seated position in front of her. How did things get so wrong so quickly?  "That I am absolutely and irrevocably in love with you? That you're the one who brightens up my day just by showing up?" He had no idea that being himself bothered Tina so much. This was his personality and he thought she knew that from the beginning. What kind of person would he be if he had to stopped being this way? Was he willing to compromise his own personality for her? Thousands of questions rushed through his mind and it was getting far too overwhelming. All he wanted was to be with Tina, why couldn't she see that?

Tina closed her eyes, her head shaking at his remarks. Whether his remarks were true or not, it didn't do anything to dissuade the remarks she'd made. What was she supposed to do? Let his love for her blind her to the fact that he'd chat up anything that breathed? "I love you too. I do, but I just... It's one thing to be the friendly doorman, it's another to try to be getting an invite to open doors back at their place," she accused, and maybe it was a stretch. Maybe. She knew he was a charmer, god did she ever, but until they started working at the same place, she hadn't had to witness the way other girls preened under his attention. She hadn't thought herself the jealous type, but then again, she knew she still had plenty to learn about herself.

Tina's words hit Ryan like a bullet speed train, leaving him jaw slacked and unable to breathe. It was like an insurmountable weight was sitting on his chest; it hurts so much. After everything that they've been through, the previous separations, their reconciliations, every good and bad... How could she even think that he would cheat on her? "How could you say something like that?" He asked incredulously. "You're the only girl I've ever loved to such a degree. I'm sorry that my inaction have allowed you to draw such a conclusion, but god dammit, Tina! I love you! I'm so in love with you that I can't go one minute without thinking about you!" Feeling choked up, Ryan bowed his head and allowed the tears to well up in his eyes. "I would never cheat on you... or even entertain such a preposterous idea..."

Tina could only stare him down as he spoke, feeling her gut twist as he did.  She knew he was telling the truth, despite the jealousy that was still brewing inside of her. Ryan probably did have endless opportunities to cheat on her, but he wouldn't. But not trusting him and the girls and guys that swooned when his eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun was easier than admitting she didn't trust herself. Not to cheat, she was undoubtedly faithful to Ryan, but to be faithful to herself. To not lose herself in a boy or a romance. To just become his or the better half.  Accusations were definitely easier, until he looked the way he looked when he heard them.  "You're not standing where I'm standing. They eat up every word you say."

Ryan was a giant ball of emotion, and it was wrecking his concentration. He was desolated by the things Tina was saying, so much so that he could feel himself getting angry. The last thing he ever wanted to be was angry with her. "No, I'm not, but what I'm getting out of this is that you want me to change who I am fundamentally. Can't you see that you're everything I want and need? You're more than enough for me. Yes, I'm affectionate with others, but even when I'm with them, I'm with you!" His voice began to raise.

Tina raised an eyebrow then. “So you are with them, then?” she challenged, voluntarily twisting his words. “Do you tell them you have a girlfriend or do you just let them assume your bachelor status?” She was pacing at this point. The frustration and uncertainty were bubbling right underneath the surface while consequence had escaped her mind. “If I’m everything, why do you need to entertain their whims?”

It would be a lie to say that Tina's words didn't hurt, every accusation chipped away at Ryan's heart. To know that he can inspire such hostility from the woman he loves is almost unbearable. But it was that woundedness in her voice that made him feel helpless to try and remedy whatever is going on as soon as possible. The questions were coming from all over the places, places that Ryan had difficulties to reconcile that it was even Tina that he's talking to. "I have made it very clear to everyone who asks that I am yours." Ryan did his best to temper his tone with love and patience, void of any bitterness or condescension; he just wanted to make her see the situation as he did. That his every word, his every action with others stemmed from a place of respect and comradery. "I know my job doesn't exactly allow me to spend time with you whenever you're there, but please, please know that there isn't anyone else for me."

Turning to look at Ryan again, Tina propped a hand on her hip. "So, what about the ones that don't ask? Then it's all just best kept secret?" This conversation was going nowhere, and everything he said just frustrated her more.. Not to mention how level he still sounded. Yes, she could see the hurt in his eyes, but wasn't she worth actually fighting with - fighting for? "You thinking I'm making up stories in my head because I'm lonely? It's not like I'm some pathetic girl waiting by the phone for you to call me. I have a life outside of you."

Ryan wrung his hands together in frustration and exhaled through his nose. God is really testing him; how could they give him the greatest gift of all only to cruelly rip it away from him every single time he got so close? Things were getting louder and louder inside his head, he didn't even know if it was voices or just white noise, but it was all too overwhelming. "I have never once thought that you're not perfectly capable on your own, Tina! You're an inspiration to many, but more importantly, you inspire me to be a better person so that I may be worthy of being next to you." Curling his hands into a tight fist in another attempt to remain calm and not fall into a shouting match with Tina, because that helps nobody and nothing. "You do understand that... It does occur to you, hopefully, that you realize I have feelings too," Even with his nails digging into his palm, Ryan could feel his hands shake, his breathing uneven, his jaw clenched tight; it was almost like he was getting unhinged. "When you say something like that." He bit out just shy of angrily.

Tina pursed her lips, considering what he’d said and only feeling the wheels turn more quickly in her head. “So now I’m making things up because you don’t spend enough time with me AND I’m completely unaware of your feelings,” she recounted, using her fingers to list off the so-called accusations. Her hands dropped, clapping against her sides as she groaned in frustration. The fight had yet to be the same when they’d broken up, but the pulse through her veins was all too familiar. The stab low in her gut. “If it’s so much work to be with me, then maybe you just shouldn’t be,” Tina finally challenged.

What else was there left to say? Everything Tina has said thus far has solidify the fact that they shouldn't be together. Every single time something of importance happens in their relationship, they fail to overcome the hurdle together. It was always the same thing, rinse and repeat. Really, Ryan should just cut his losses and find someone else. Someone who wouldn't break up with him because he said he loved her for the first time. Someone who wouldn't say these hurtful baseless things simply because they can. By all accounts, they should just be done with each other. But he didn't want to. It all sounds logical and reasonable but it went against every fiber that made up who Ryan is. "But can't you see, Tina, that all I ever wanted was to be with you?!" He yelled out, letting all his frustration pour out. "All I ever wanted was to make a life with you! Why can't you see that you're the person I want to marry and grow old with?" Silence reigned between them after his outburst. His chest was heaving from his uneven breathing and his heart pounded loudly in his ears. Taking a deep breath, Ryan kneeled down in front of Tina, and said softly, "I want to marry you, Tina. I want to be there for you through every high and every low. I want to share every part of my life with you. I never want there be a reason for you to ever doubt my devotion for you, and if that means taking any and all the oaths with you, then I want nothing more. I can wait forever for you, but I just need there to be a reason to wait. Because I can't.. I don't want to live without you." Reaching out, he held Tina's hands in his palms. "So, will you marry me?" He looked on, half terrified and half hopeful.

The yelling was enough to stop Tina where she stood, a look of shock on her face as she met his eyes. Ryan never yelled. She tried to find the words to say next, the snappy comeback she always had in her back pocket, but it was gone. This man that she loved, and she did. She did love him. This man she loved kneeling in front of her, saying the sweetest words any person should want to hear, took her words away. Under different circumstances, she might have said yes. Might. He would have said the same words and had a beautiful ring and she’d have wiped away a tear as she only nodded her response. Sealed with a kiss. Happily ever after. But no. This was not that. A proposal was not the solution to an argument. What life would they be building if this was the foundation? Tears pricked at Tina’s eyes all the same, but from sadness instead of joy. She tugged her hands from his gently, shaking her head and taking a few steps back. “I can’t,” she finally said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “No.”

Ryan stayed kneeling for a good few minutes, he made no attempt to wipe away the tears that were freely rolling down his face. Why should he bother to hide the pain that he's in? Swallowing thickly, he finally tore his eyes away from Tina and stood up shakily. His mouth opened and closed, as though he wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came of it. So what now? "Do you... Should I leave?" His voice croaked from how choked up he was.

Tina ’s arms hugged around herself. The pain in her chest new and unsettling. Every time they’d broken up had been hurtful, and for both of them she knew, but this was different. She sniffed back tears as he stood and nodded. “I don’t think there’s anything else to say,” she stated, trying to sound more confident in the point than she was. “I’m sorry, Ryan.”

Shaking his head, Ryan could say nothing else, "It wasn't your fault, please don't think that." He wanted to just cut across this despicable distance that's separating them and hold her in his arms. Wiping away his tears, Ryan nodded in assent. "Take care of yourself, please." With great difficulty, Ryan took one last, long look at Tina, wanting to etch every little thing into his memory. This was the end, it felt like it was the end every other time, but this time it really felt like someone ripped his heart out and ran it through a shredder. It hurt, it hurt so damn much. Regardless of how much he wanted to just say fuck it and take everything back just so they could be back to the smooth sailing times, he knew he had to go; for Tina's sake, for his own sake. He can't be the person that makes her life difficult just because he couldn't accept the fact that she's no longer with him. Ripping his gaze one last time, Ryan turned about face and with heavy feet, he walked out.

[puckmanhq]

HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?: part one of two

WHO: Noah Puckerman & @berrytobias ( feat. @alipucks )

WHAT: surprise hangout

WHERE:  Toby and Aliyah's place

WHEN: June 28, 2019 @ 1:00 am-ish - June 28, 2019 @ 8:30 am

WHY: Puck needed to not be at home or on ihq property so he opts to surprise visit his sister at her place.

WARNINGS: excessive drinking and non descriptive nudity

ABOUT 1:00 AM ON JUNE 28, 2019

Well, shit. Puck thought as his sister walked off to her room, her middle fingers the last thing he saw before she completely disappeared. "Fucking charming." Ha, I got the last word. Less than a second later the sound of an opening door before, "Fucking dumbass." One final door close and now it was painfully quiet. Puck started bouncing his knee, looking around like he'd never seen the inside of an apartment before. See, now he was just chillin' in the room with Tobias and honestly, he'd never really hung out with him, even though he was technically family, as Joey's uncle. Guess they just didn't have the much in common. Probably should have got the fuck up and taken his tipsy ass home but he really couldn't be bothered. So instead he looked over at Toby, "Beer or tequila?" He asked as he poured himself a shot, ready to pour another.

“Fuckin’ traitor,” Tobias mumbled. How could Aliyah leave him right now? They weren’t even halfway through their movie. It’s not like it was-- Tobias checked his phone. “Shit,” he exhaled gently. “It’s later than I thought it was.” Which, if that was the case, why the hell did Aliyah let Puck inside in the first place? Tobias rubbed his eyes, still red from the makeshift hotbox in the bathroom earlier, and dismissed his own question with a shrug. Nope. Practical thought just didn’t exist when it was past midnight and you were still high as fuck. Tobias slowly turned his head towards Puck, interest finally piqued by his presence and the classical conditioning of the promise of alcohol. “Well, shit. If you’re pouring, then whatever cost the most.”

"Tequila it fucking is then." Pouring a second shot he handed it to his unlikely drunking buddy and riased his own glass. "To whatever the fuck this night's gonna be." Clinking his glass against Toby's, Puck did the classic frat boy table touch before throwing it back. Feeling the familiar burn, he chased it with a swig of beer before pouring himself another one. Already feeling the temperature rising which caused him to pull at the collar of his tank before leaning forward to place his beer on the coffee table. Looking at the screen he couldn't even remeber what they were watching. "Dude, you look high enough to hear colors right now." He said as he took off his hat, because really was it 78 degress in here? "And what the fuck is this movie?" He asked handing the younger man another shot.

With an exaggerated wince, teeth bared and all, Tobias placed the glass down. His technique was amateur, greedy even. But thankfully he didn’t have to smell and savor the damn thing. He just had to throw it back and accept that clear liquor was a foul ass invention. He drew a line with his eyes from the bottle to his empty drink, and gave Puck his best DJ Khaled impression. “Another one.” Condensation was already pooling around the base of their shot glasses, and the coasters they should have been using were sitting in a neat pile off to the side. Tobias exhaled warmly, shrugging off his signature denim jacket, before running a hand through his hair. Toby and Aliyah’s AC had been fucked for about a week now. The superintendent was taking his sweet ass time (as usual) in fixing it. Tobias hit at his sternum with a weak fist to break up the burn. “Oh, that?” He pointed at the screen. “It’s that one movie where that dude’s chest gets caved in and bites this other guy’s hands off?” Tobias started giggling. “It’s real great when you’re high,” he sang. “A classic.” Tobias’ cat, Mercutio weaved around Puck’s legs, purring happily. “He likes dudes,” Tobias spoke earnestly, before snatching up the bottle of tequila from the coffee table. “I’m pretty sure he’s gay.” He took a gulp. Or two. Or three. “It’s so fucking hot. Are you hot?” Toby handed the bottle back over to Puck. “I’m hot as hell.” He wiped at his forehead with his arm. “You can stay and roast but--” he pulled his shirt over his head “--I’m not trying to die in my own apartment.”

Raising an eyebrow at the description of the movie they'd been watching, Puck shouldn't have been surprised. Aliyah was definitely into some weird shit and somehow she was pulling that off in a cool way and honestly Puck had never been more proud of a sibling. Looking at Toby, he assessed him, trying to decide if he was cool or not. On the one hand he quoted DJ Khaled and couldn't take a shot of tequila with looking like someone was feeding him fire. On the other hand, he quoted DJ Khaled and took a shot like he was eating fire. So, unclear where he was on the Noah Puckerman dopeometer. "You and my sister really found each other." Standing up for no apparent reason just to immediately sit back down, it was definitely approaching 'fuck it' levels of intoxicated, which is where any potential impulse control peace-ed the absolute fuck out. Looking down at the cat, Puck smirked, "Don't blame 'im, I'm fucking hot. Good taste, bro." And then he tried to bro fist the cat and Puck could swear he could hear the thank god you're pretty coming from the little dude. Hearing that it wasn't just him burning the fuck up made him want to facetime his brothers just to flip them off, because fuck you guys clothes are dumb when you're drunk. Standing up, and this time with purpose, Puck pulled out his phone because obviously his magic mike ass needed music for this moment. Turning up his phone after picking Hot In Here by Nelly, he removed his tank in a very aesthetically pleasing and manly way. Alright, so what really happened was, his drunk ass picked Metro Station's Shake It and as he went to take off his tank with one hand it got stuck and ripped and he just kind of through it to the ground and then he winked like a jackass. "Gotta give 'em a show." But who the fuck was he talking to? Oh, right, the gay cat, naturally.

Tobias’ laughter slipped past his teeth and fingers. “Dude, I can totally see why you get so much play. You’re amazing,” he slurred. Tobias’ giggles died down, but the ache in his cheeks remained as the room tilted. “I can almost see why Lucky slept with you.” Toby squinted. “Where are my glasses?” He patted over his face. Sheer force of will would definitely make his vision clearer. “Do you ever think that, like, your eyes are so blue because you’re sad?” Toby cradled his head in his hands,hoping his over-saturated sponge of a brain wouldn’t leak out of his ears. Every blink was heavy, every movement slowed-down to an unbearable rate. “Fuuuuuuuuck. That weed was too strong.” Sweat slid down his back. “I have no idea how--” Tobias undid his belt ”--Aliyah is sleeping through this. I’m about to off myself.”

"Almost?” Puck said momentarily alert. “I’m the most fuckable.” As if to prove himself, he removed his pants, swearing feet weren’t usually this fucking difficult to get through a damn pant hole.Now, he was just standing there in his stripey boxer briefs vaguely gesturing at himself to accentuate his point. Honestly, at this point sounds were muffled and everything sounded kind of far away, maybe that’s why he was hyper focused on the younger man’s mouth. Not that he was secretly a master at lip reading, but when you’res drunk you’re pretty convinced you’re the master of everything. Picking up his phone again he pulled up his camera and started recording before standing stupidly close to Toby and making the camera lens face them, because there was no fucking way he was capable of remembering the invention of the fucking front facing function. Throwing his free arm around the taller man’s shoulders, he pulled him in close before tuning his face toward him. “You ever seen what happens when Ali gets serenaded?” He asked pausing for a moment letting a drunken smile creep on his face and he handed Toby his phone. “I think we oughta find out.” Honestly everything that happened next was..... something that never needs to see the light of day.

8:30 AM ON JUNE 28, 2019

Tobias whined, refusing to open his eyes. “Why are there such things as hangovers,” he spoke groggily. His cheek was stuck to warm skin, a slow heartbeat making a tender home inside his ear. He was too comfortable to move, but Mercutio’s timid cries were annoying as fuck. “And why does my mouth taste like literal ass?” Finally lifting up, Puck’s heavy arm slid from around his form. Toby’s eyes widened. “Oh no.” Suddenly launching himself into space seemed like the best out, but then he spotted Aliyah, standing smugly in front of the couch. “I… this isn’t what it looks like.” His voice was thick with sleep (and hopefully nothing else). “Pretty sure there’s a valid explanation for...” Tobias examined the crime scene. His and Puck’s clothes were strewn about the floor and the entire bottle of Tequila from last night was empty. He wiped the drool he left on Puck’s chest, nausea bubbling in the pit of his stomach. No matter what Toby said, he didn’t know what happened, and that meant there was a lingering possibility that Puck’s dick had been in or around his mouth. Or worse. “Please don’t tell anyone, Al.”

ALIYAH: Pulling a mess of curls back into a messy bun, Aliyah had been staring at the rather amusing sight of a blanket covered, naked, hardcore cuddling Puck and Toby. "Oh that's totally on what the fuck, bingo." She said to herself as she got her phone out to take about 15 different pictures. Seriously contemplating posting a couple on insta. Making a mental note to create the WTF?! bingo card for real, Aliyah watched as her best friend stirred to life. As he looked at her, she raised an eyebrow, listening to his pleas and getting way too much of a power trip out of it. "You know I don't talk to people." Grabbing her thermos of espresso she bent down to flick Puck's nose until he opened his eyes. "I'm going to work." Then she was gone. 

PUCK: Smacking the hand away from his face, he slowly opened his eyes, and all he could really see was a combat boots moving further away. Shit, the IHQ pride games or whatever is today. He thought to himself, not even noticing the second body lying with him, he sat up ready to get up before he finally realized there was a whole ass person on him and out of instinct he caught them around the waist. Just like that he could feel them breathing, his sight was clearing up and soon the dark head of hair and skinny frame were starting to form a face in his mind. "Fuck." Moving Toby off of him, he stood up, some discomfort in the Puckzilla region. Looking down he noticed all the clothes strewn everywhere and the cause of his dickcomfort (if you will). "Why's there a sock on my dick?" Adjusting it he looked for his underwear. "Why the fuck is it so scratchy?"

[connorhq]

INVOLVED: Connor Hudson & Penelope McCarthy ( @penny-hq )

DATE & TIME: June 13th, during the (b)Icon Party. 

LOCATION: IHQ Ballroom. 

SUMMARY: A little teasing turns into Penelope teaching Connor how to slow dance and them being cute.

WARNINGS: None. 

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor had always loved dressing up - and he'd always loved Wham! and George Michael, so it was no surprise that he'd dressed up as him for the party. He'd gone all out for it and had even used temporary hair dye to make his hair lighter so he could resemble George Michael even more. When he noticed Penelope, he made his way over to her and fixed his leather jacket and his dark aviator sunglasses. "I'm two seconds away from singing Careless Whisper to you" he chuckled, "too bad I didn't bring a sax with me."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World happened to be Penelope's favorite movie. And it came as no surprise, Ramona Flowers was her favorite character - it seemed only fitting to dress up as her. While Penelope wasn't going to cut off her long hair or dye it, she was able to make it work with the green short wig she was currently sporting. She considered dying her hair a different color in the future, but for now she was having fun with it. Spotting Connor in his George Michael get up, Penelope couldn't help but whistle low. “That's too bad, I would love to see you sax it up." she said, laughing. “I'm loving this leather jacket on you, George Michael. You look hot.”

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor wasn't sure if he was right or not when it came to her get up - and in case he was wrong, he decided not to comment on it just yet. "You look great, by the way" was the simple comment he made because how embarrassing would it be if he got the Scott Pilgrim girl wrong? He bit his lip, trying not to laugh before he started swaying and snapping his fingers. "I'm never gonna dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm." Connor sang then shook his head, "it ain't the same without the sax, is it?" He took a step closer to her so he could whisper against her ear, "You can take the jacket off of me later."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

Penny tried her best not to laugh out loud as soon as he started singing and swaying, covering her mouth with a hand. Any opportunity to tease him, she took and this was the case now. “I'm sorry, I need the sax.” She teased, laughing with a shake of her head. “I'm just kidding, you're good with or without it.” Raising an eyebrow at his words, Penny suddenly realized just how close they were, her gaze dropping to his lips briefly. The brunette licked her lips while pondering her next words, “Oh? So you're gonna be the one to take me home tonight?”

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor knew Penelope wanted to laugh, mostly because he wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he was being. He nodded at her comment about the saxophone and sighed a little dramatically. "I should've carried a sax with me for impromptu Careless Whisper covers." There was always tension between them given their sexual chemistry but he refrained from doing more than just flirting since they were in such a crowded place with all of their friends. Not that it was a secret that they often slept together, but still. "I know you want me to" he replied, "and you can't deny that."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

“It's okay, you can just boombox Careless Whisper outside people's windows.” Penny joked, brushing a bit of hair away from her face. There was no way Penny could deny her wanting him to take her home, but she didn't need to tell him that. At least not yet, not with a bit of harmless teasing first. “Maybe I do...” she whispered gingerly, her hand gliding over his hand, inching its way up his forearm. Feeling his muscles tense up under her touch. Leaning her face forward, her dark eyes fell on his supple lips as she leaned her head sideways slowly as if to catch them in a kiss. She stopped just as their lips brushed and pulled back to look into his eyes, a playful glint in her own. “Or maybe I don't..” she whispered the words softly.

CONNOR HUDSON 

"That's how I'll get you to fall in love with me. It's a fool proof plan. Boombox Careless Whisper outside your window and boom that's how you end up falling in love with me. Right?" Connor laughed at his own words and fixed a strand of hair that she'd missed and tucked it behind her ear. His jaw clenched when she began teasing him and only because they were in front of so many people, he didn't lead her to the nearest bathroom. What a tease. Her lips were right there and he could easily capture them in a heated kiss if he leaned in slightly. He didn't, though. For now, he wasn't going to let her win. "You do" he said as he placed a hand on her waist, "I know it. You know it. You want me to tear this off of you later."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

“Oh, that's how you're going to get me to fall for you?” Penny questioned with a soft laugh, letting her hand brush up against his cheek; tracing her thumb against his skin. “Alright, if that happens - you get to say 'I told you so.'” Although Penny really wanted to take things further, she wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, and there was no way she would give in without a good fight. Looking deeply into his eyes, their faces only inches from one another, Penny grazed her nose against his before moving it downward along an invisible path; brushing against his lips, his chin, the tender skin of his neck before she pulled away teasingly. “That so? I think you might be lying, Hudson.”

CONNOR HUDSON 

"You actually think I'm not gonna do it." Connor laughed then added, "I will. I'll say I told you so because that's exactly how it's gonna go down." There was always a back and forth between them, some sort of power play that always made things exciting for him. They tried their hardest not to give in, even though they both wanted it. She was winning this time, and he was sure she knew it. His jaw clenched in anticipation, feeling her brush against his skin. What a fucking tease. Connor let out a deep breath, shaking his head at her. She would definitely get teased later. "Dance with me" he said instead, even though he knew she'd be teasing him out on the dance floor too.

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

“Okay fine,” she said with a laugh, “It has to be Careless Whisper though, remember that. If it's any other song - I'm not coming toward my window and you'll have to think of another way for me to fall in love with you.” Hazel eyes glancing up into blue ones, her signature smile lighting up her features. “Let's go, George Michael.” Penny commented, pressing her lips to his for a quick kiss before unhooking her arms from him. “Show me your moves,” she added. Penny reached out for his hand, intertwining their fingers before leading him toward the dance floor.

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor wondered if she really thought that was something he wouldn't do. Maybe for other people he wouldn't, but this was Penelope and he felt comfortable doing stupid things because he knew he wouldn't really be judged by it. Laughed at? Yeah, because he was being ridiculous, but judged? Not really. "Just you wait." He left it at that, winking at her and knowing that he would actually surprise her. Connor wasn't someone who danced... well. He could move to the beat, but could he actually dance? Not exactly. Yes, he was the type of guy who was a big fan of grinding on the dance floor. "You know you're gonna have to teach me."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

“Well, it's a slow song so this will be easy. You've got me as your anchor. Just hold me tight and I'll lead. Slow dance first, then maybe I’ll shake my ass on you.” she joked playfully. They walked hand in hand to the dance floor and Penny turned into him. “One hand around my waist,” she instructed, her hand ran up his chest slowly, taking its time to reach his shoulder and drape around it, “the closer the better.”

CONNOR HUDSON 

At least he wasn't dumb enough to not know how to at least start slow dancing with someone. He'd done it before, but he'd always felt awkward. No one had really taught him, he'd learned from movies and television - but that clearly didn't help him much. "Hold you. Let you lead. Get your ass on me later. Got it." He followed her lead, allowing her to take charge and did as he was told. He held her close and tilted his head, "like this? Or closer?"

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

“Something like that,” she laughed. His steps were…clumsy, but it added to his charm, and she was  occupied trying ‘not’ to concentrate on his body and his touch that felt like it went beyond her thin dress, to the smooth plains of her skin. Maybe it was why she continued to get closer to him; the pull? or maybe was that all her? Both of her hands dragged up his chest and circled around his neck, leading them in a sway.

CONNOR HUDSON 

Even though they were slow dancing, that didn't ease the tension - though he figured it was a different kind of tension now than it had been five minutes earlier. "I'm sorry if I step on your feet" he chuckled a little nervously, biting his lip as he looked down at his feet then at her. Their height difference made him crouch down a little but not enough for it to be uncomfortable. "This is nice, though" he finally focused on her, pressing their bodies even closer. It seemed as if there was no distance between them now.

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

“It's alright if you step on them accidentally, you won't hurt me.” she chuckled, her fingers played with his hair on the naps of his neck as she gazed up at him. Taking note of how much taller he was than her. Her mind was drumming to the slow beat of the music and the sway they fell into. At his words, Penny's lips curled into a warm smile and she nodded. “It does feel nice,” she echoed, letting her head rest against his chest for a moment.

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor gave her a look, brow quirked as he silently questioned her words - he would hurt her if he stepped on her and that was why he was trying his damnedest not to. It was a nice moment, he didn't want to ruin it with his clumsiness and two left feet. He vaguely knew the song that was playing, but that didn't matter all that much when they were dancing like this. "You're good at this" he commented quietly, "especially if you can teach a guy like me to do anything."

PENELOPE McCARTHY

“Don't look at me like I have two heads,” she chuckled, lifting her head off his chest to look up at him. “I just have a high tolerance for pain, that's all.” Penny made sure enough to make it easy for him when following her lead. Making it so he didn't seem so clumsy. Sure, he almost stepped on her feet a couple times, but it really could have been worse. “I took dance lessons as a kid,” she confessed, “I'm no professional, but I try my best.” Another chuckle escaped from her lips as her eyes glanced around before settling back on him. “Maybe you could teach me something.”

CONNOR HUDSON

"I mean, I know you do... but still." Connor smirked, remembering the many times he'd decided to give her a little bite here and there that had left her unbothered - and had probably turned her on more. She was good at this, though and it showed because although he'd been close to stepping on her feet, he hadn't. "Did you?" he asked, curiously. He liked knowing new things about her. "Like what?" he fixed a strand of hair behind her ear, but didn't move his hand. That hand was now cupping her face as he looked at her. "Do you want me to teach you guitar? How to cook?"

PENELOPE McCARTHY

“Of course, you would know.” she laughed with a playful roll of her eyes, thinking back to the many times she got banged up from hitting her head on his headboard or bitten during one of their hookups. Keeping their rhythm in check, Penny smiled warmly at his question and nodded. “I was seven. I somehow managed to convince my mom to enroll me in dance lessons because I loved The Sound of Music. And it was the dance that Liesl does with Rolf during 'Sixteen Going on Seventeen' that I wanted to learn. I wanted to dance, pretend like I was in a musical. ” she admitted, having watched that movie a thousand times as a child. Penny was sure she drove her mother crazy by watching it over and over again.  “That's another thing about me - I secretly love musicals.” Her heart fluttered a little when his hand caressed her cheek, letting out a small smile at the gesture. “Teach me both. I like learning new things. Besides, I actually want to learn how to cook and who better to teach me than you.”

CONNOR HUDSON

Even though it was proving to be difficult to pay attention to both the dancing and Penelope's story, he soon managed to find a way to. At least the rhythm was slow and he didn't have to think much. Connor smiled at her story and his smile only grew when she admitted to loving musicals. Who would've thought that he would be learning so much about her here, while slow dancing with her? "I never would've guessed," he admitted, then asked, "Did you learn the dance, though? I've only watched The Sound of Music once because my mom forced me to. If you want... we can watch it together later." He nodded at her words as his thumb brushed against her cheek. "Let's start tonight." Motioning toward the exit with his head, he made a point that they should leave soon - it wasn't even because of what they'd talked about earlier, either. "We can cook something together and watch The Sound of Music while we eat." He paused, smiling at her. "But only if you sing along."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

“There's a lot you don't know about me, Hudson.” she grinned, answering his next question shortly after. “After a lot of practice and almost twisting my ankle, I learned it.” When he suggested watching it with her, Penny's lips curled into a smile and she nodded. “I'd like that.” Her delicate fingers coming up to rest on his own that was still caressing the soft skin on her face; her thumb brushing the skin on top of his hand gently. She hummed in response, placing a light kiss on his lips before she pulled away from their embrace. Intertwined their hands together, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I'll sing along.” she smiled, leading them to the nearest exit.

[connorhq]

INVOLVED: Connor Hudson & Penelope McCarthy ( @penny-hq ) 

DATE & TIME: June 3rd, sometime during the day. 

LOCATION: Connor’s apartment. 

SUMMARY: An innocent collab turns into a, well, steamy collab that Connor and Penelope can never post. 

WARNINGS: A little NSFW toward the end. 

CONNOR HUDSON 

There was a smirk on his lips as Connor quickly shrugged on a short-sleeve button up that matched his dark khakis. While he and Penelope had planned on working on a video together, they'd both gotten a little... distracted once Penelope had come over to his apartment. What could they say? That was usually how it went with them. "You look hot" he commented as he grabbed his guitar case, "I think I forgot to tell you that when you came in." Before they actually sat down to record the video though, they needed to talk a little about what they were gonna do on their collab. Unfortunately, that meant they couldn't get that distracted even though they could just edit everything out later. "Do you wanna just jam?" he asked as he sat back down on the bed, "Sing a bunch of shit together and then we edit it all down to like ten, fifteen minutes?"

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

At Connor's comment, Penny shook her head laughing as she climbed out of bed and searched for her clothes that had been thrown around the bedroom. Quickly sliding her undergarments back on, the brunette slid the last bit of clothing back over her head, adjusting the straps and bottom of her dress. “You might have mentioned it once or twice before you came.” Moving toward him, she dropped a kiss on the side of his face, her lips skimming downward until they reached his jaw where she nipped teasingly at the smooth skin before leaning away. “Although, it doesn't hurt to be reminded, good-looking.” She said with a wink, going back to sit back on the bed. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I think it's only fitting we start with Ed Sheeran, since we talked about him.”

CONNOR HUDSON 

Although they had a rather large age gap, Connor truly enjoyed how easy things were with Penelope. They could have sex and then go into work mode like it was nothing. It was something that Connor didn't take for granted. "Good call" he chuckled, itching to take his guitar out of its case, "how about some Beatles after?" The only problem with working with Penelope was that he always found her attractive, which was pretty distracting. "Just don't look at me like that" he warned her, smirking, "or else we're gonna end up making a different kind of video. Not that I'd be opposed to it, but we should probably film this before we get too distracted again, right?"

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

Penelope liked those moments, when everything was calm and she could just relax with him; no bad thoughts in mind. It came natural whenever they were together, Penelope admired that. “It's as if you read my mind, Hudson.” Her lips curled into a warm smile at his comment, “But please, let's not sing Penny Lane. I've had that song sung to me for as long as I can remember.” Raising an eyebrow at his direction, Penelope smirked. “What look? I didn't realize I was sending these signals.” She said, teasing him. “But you're right, let's get down to business. Care to start us off, babe?”

CONNOR HUDSON 

"How'd you know I was gonna suggest Penny Lane?" Connor smirked playfully - he'd had no intention of bringing up that song, but he enjoyed teasing her a little. It was all harmless. "You're always giving me a look, babe, like you can't wait to have me between your legs." He bit his lip at the image but shook his head, grabbing his guitar out of its case and leading them to the dining room, which wasn't a dining room at all. Due to the natural light, he'd turned it into the room where he got most of his recordings done. Everything was set up there and in no time, he had the camera rolling. They were going to be able to edit it all later but for now, it was a free for all. He introduced himself, making sure to hype up the fact that Penelope was there with him. After that, he looked at Penelope and smiled before he played the introductory chords to Give Me Love.

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

Snorting softly at his words, Penelope shuffled on the bed until she was laying onto her stomach, her form closer to his and her eyes never straying from his own. “Because I know you well enough that it'd be a song you'd make me sing.” She replied. “For all you know, I could be thinking about In-N-Out.” Smirking softly, her lower lip caught between her teeth at the image of him ravishing her. It was tempting, but they had work to do. Following his lead into the dining room/recording area, Penny took a seat while she got ready for the camera to start. Once the camera started rolling, Penny's lips curled into a smile as she watched him do his introduction before waving to the camera. Meeting his gaze, the smile on her face grew hearing the chords to Give Me Love. Combing her fingers through her hair, deciding to take the first lead, Penelope began singing softly. “Give me love like her 'cause lately I've been waking up alone...”

CONNOR HUDSON 

As much as he loved the other type of content that he posted, anything with music always made him feel as if he was in his element. With a guitar in hand singing anything, Connor always felt content. This wasn't any different and in fact, he felt more at ease because someone else was in the video for it. Although he looked the part, he always became nervous before shooting anything. He figured Penny being there and knowing she'd receive everyone's attention instead of him got him to subconsciously ease his nerves. Connor joined her during the chorus, smiling at her as they sang together and trying to focus on her instead of the camera. Before the second verse, he switched it up with a smirk and began to sing Penny Lane. Although it was only a few beats, he had amused himself but stopped a few lines in with a chuckle. "I had to."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

Penelope never could have guessed she'd be on camera singing, by no means did she get involved with the music scene. She really only stuck with what she was comfortable with; thirfting clothes and makeup tutorials but alas - here she was. And if she were honest, it was fun. Something about Connor's presence made her feel at ease enough to do this. The brunette kept her gaze on him once he joined her during the chorus, no longer noticing the camera. Only then when he began singing Penny Lane that she stopped, biting her lip to keep from laughing. Instead she shook her head mouthing “You're an ass” to him, her lips curling into a smile. At that moment, Penelope thought about breaking out into a Justin Bieber song, but instead she went with the lyrics that were stuck inside her head. “I've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars, I follow you through the dark, can't get enough. You're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain and, baby, you know it's obvious...” She sung, trailing off and wondering if he would catch what the song was.

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor shrugged his shoulders as he tried to keep himself from laughing at her reaction to him singing the one song she had asked him not to sing. Their friendship allowed him the banter though, and he knew she would soon get him back without him even realizing it. That's what their relationship was like. He bit his lip as she began singing again and his eyebrow quirked as he quickly remembered the chords and started playing that song on the guitar. He would never be able to escape it, it seemed. "I'm a sucker for you" he sang with a smile, playing it up for the camera as he looked at Penelope, "say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly." He continued to sing, forgetting about the camera and acting as if it was an afterthought. Music was his outlet and he knew everyone could tell. "It's true... I'm a sucker for you."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

Penny smiled at the brunette when he picked up the lyrics and kept her gaze on his face. Connor had an amazing voice. Strong and appealing, but it was expressive. Allowing his melodic voice to relax her completely, Penny focused on his lips and the song he was singing. There was nothing she could do besides watching him intently as he sang, not wanting to disturb his performance and because even if something deep inside of her wanted to speak up, Penny was simply unable to. The melodic voice got her speechless and it would be as such until the very end. That much she could bet on it. When he made it to the end of the song, Penny chuckled softly, “Very nice, Hudson. Alright, I threw a song at you. Hit me with another - whatever you got.”

CONNOR HUDSON 

Biting his lip at her words, Connor nodded then looked at the camera - he'd only now remembered they were actually filming - and smirked. There were so many songs that he could choose. Songs that he could sing to mess with her, songs that were a little sexual, songs that they could have fun with. In the end, he settled on something a little fun and a song he knew she would know since it'd been popular a little while ago. Looking back at Penelope and once again forgetting about the camera, he smirked at her and began, "I got a condo in Manhattan. Baby girl, what's happenin'? You and your ass invited, so gon' and get to clappin'." His smirk grew as he watched Penelope, continuing to play the guitar as he waited for her to start singing along with him.

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

Of all the songs out there, this was one he picked. Penny couldn't help but laugh before clearing her throat, she licked her lips and opened her mouth, allowing the next words of the song to tumble from her lips. “Go pop it for a player, pop-pop it for me. Turn around and drop it for a player, drop-drop it for me.” The lyrics flew past her lips, singing along with him, even so much as dancing in her seat to show she was having fun with it. Penny tried not to put too much pressure on herself, knowing they weren’t participating in a contest and Connor wouldn’t judge her. At least she hoped so. She had never done this before and her voice wasn’t good enough for any of it, though the smile on his face made it all worth it.

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor tried to keep a straight face as Penelope sang the next lines but knew he'd failed miserably when he let out a small chuckle. He could tell she was having fun and he liked that. To Connor the most important thing when it came to music was having fun with it. Who cared what they sounded like - and Penny sounded great, anyway - when they were enjoying themselves? He stopped midway through the song to gently press his finger against the tip of her nose and smiled at her as he booped her nose. "You're way too fucking talented." He looked over at the camera and shook his head, "she's hot and talented, guys. That shit's not fair."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

With a light shrug, the young woman tilted her head to the side with a smirk painted on her lips. “Could you be anymore wrong?” She said, laughing and scrunching up her nose after he playfully booped it. She pointed her index finger at him, poking his nose back playfully multiple times, accentuating each word leaving her lips. “You. You. You. You're way too fucking talented.” Following his gaze to the camera, she pointed at him before getting up to wrap her arm around him. “And sexy, am I right? Ladies, gents, and all my non-binary friends - sound off in the comment section below if you think I'm right.”

CONNOR HUDSON 

All Connor could do as Penelope poked his nose the way he'd had to her was to scrunch his nose and try not to laugh, even though it was pretty damn funny. "Shut up" he shook his head when she was finished, not taking a compliment well for once, "I'm totally not." When she continued, he shook his head one more time then looked down at his guitar - he was trying not to blush at her words. "She's just being nice" he bit his lip then pressed a kiss to her forearm, "I think we're gonna get a lot more comments about your voice and how hot you look right now. Don't disappoint, guys. Let her know how hot she is, y'all."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

She grinned at his own words and grazed her teeth against her bottom lip, refraining herself from saying something dirty; not wanting to start something per se. Especially with the camera rolling, it didn't need to turn into that kind of video. His words kinda surprised her, but she made sure to not let any of it show; instead keeping her attention focused on the camera. However, she did make goofy funny faces and gestures while mouthing ‘he's crazy’ behind his back. “And I think we're going to get a lot more comments about your sweet guitar playing and how amazing your voice is, darling,” she said, giving his cheek a quick peck before she took a seat back next to him. “You're just being modest.”

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor knew that look. He knew that she was thinking something dirty but she didn't wanna say it - probably and mostly due to the camera rolling. He smirked at her but refrained from anything else for the time being. "Modest?" his left brow quirked at his words and he tilted his head slightly as he mulled it over. "Maybe." When she sat next to him again, he moved closer to her and had now (only kinda) forgotten about the camera. "Want me to show you what else I can do with my fingers?" he asked, thinking about her comment on his guitar playing, "and what kinda sounds I can pull from you with just my lips against your ear?"

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

Her tongue darted out involuntarily to lick her lips as she watched him move closer to her. Penny didn’t know what it was, but something inside her snapped, forgetting altogether that the camera was rolling. The corner of her lips lifted in a small smirk, and leaning forward, she bumped her nose against his own and tilted her head slightly before halting her motions just as their lips were about to touch. “I like to see you try,” she whispered in a low voice.

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor knew it was a challenge, which was what always drew him to her. He bit his lip and placed his guitar down on the floor, smirking mischievously at her. Using the fact that she had tilted her head and had inadvertently given him access to her neck, he leaned in and pressed his lips to her skin then dragged his teeth along her neck. It was soft and gentle, it was done teasingly. "C'mere" he whispered, leaning back against the couch and taking her hand in his so she could balance herself while she straddled him, "c'mere."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

He was damn hard to resist with his lips pressed against her skin, Connor knowing damn well that her neck was her weak spot. Penny felt her heart beat rapidly, automatically feeling her cheeks heat up. She licked her lips, her eyes automatically going to his briefly. Penny loved doing this with him, the sexual tension bubbling between them. Allowing him to lead her to the couch, the brunette adjusted her balance before she straddled his lap. Just enough to where her legs were now on either side of him. “If you think I'm going give in so easily,” She leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, her lips skimming across his chin and jaw, down his neck. “You're wrong, Hudson.”

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor looked up at her as he placed his hands on her waist somewhere in between gentle and a little demanding. Though he wanted to take control now, he knew it'd be better if they drew things out. It always was. "I know you won't" he replied in a low whisper, "that's why I'm gonna have to work a little harder." He clenched his jaw as her lips teased him and he soon found his lips close to her ear as hers reached his neck. "The camera's still on" he breathed against her ear, "filming us doing this. Maybe more. You good with that?"

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

Every ministration he bestowed upon her only fueled the desire that was already consuming her entire body, and Penny was pretty certain in this moment that stopping what they were doing wasn’t an option. At least not right now. Lowering her head to the crook of Connor’s neck, Penny continued to drag her lips slowly across his hot skin, nipping occasionally for the fun of it. Planting kisses against the sensitive part of his neck, she stopped at his words and pulled back enough to look at him. Without thinking she whispered low with a small shake of her head, “I don't care.”

CONNOR HUDSON 

His smirk when she said she didn't care that the camera was still rolling was downright filthy. While he had previously wondered about filming himself with someone, he'd never felt really okay to do it. To him, it felt as if you had to be completely comfortable with someone to even really consider it, so it was telling that neither of them cared. In fact, he was pretty sure the thought of the camera rolling had them both a little more hot and bothered than usual. "Good. I don't either." He placed his hands on her knees then slowly moved them up her thighs, sliding them under her dress. His eyes were trained on hers, his heart beating fast. He wanted to kiss her, but he was also lost in the moment. "I'd only do it with you." he admitted as he leaned in to kiss her jaw.

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

The way her body was pressed against him in this position didn’t help one bit; not when she could easily imagine what might happen if either one of them moved their hips. Smacking herself mentally, Penny exhaled and looked into Connor’s eyes intently, gauging the numerous little expressions that would cross his face. “Good,” she whispered, staying put where she was to see if he was going to make a move. “I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else but you.” Penny chewed her bottom lip softly when his lips suddenly brushed up against her jaw and his hands slid up her dress. Her own hands slid down to grip the material of his shirt. Her fingers inching their way under his shirt, trying to feel as much of his skin as possible.

CONNOR HUDSON 

There was so much tension between them, especially with the thought in the back of his mind that the camera was there, filming this very moment. It wasn't at the forefront of his mind anymore, though. Instead, he focused on Penelope, on the fact that she was looking at him like that, like he was the only guy she would want. His hands moved even higher and slowly pushed her dress up. "You know... you''re wearing way too fucking much" he smirked, continuing to push it up her body and pressing his hips up against hers, "I want this off right now."

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

Penny sucked in her breath when she felt his hips press against hers. She wanted him to ease the ache she had for him to ravish her, however, she was willing to wait for it. Agreeing to his request, she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled the item over her head before throwing it carelessly behind her form. Cupping his face in her hands, she brought his lips to hers for a kiss. “Anything else? You seem to be in luck right now, might be time to ask for what you want. Who knows? You could actually get it.”

CONNOR HUDSON 

Connor momentarily forgot about what she'd said, focusing on kissing her and pressing a hand on the small of her back as he gently guided her to press her hips against his again. He was sure they both needed the friction right about now. Pulling away from the kiss was a task within itself but he finally managed to do it if only to quickly  take off his shirt, even though they still weren't on level playing field. "Just kiss me" he whispered as he looked up at her, "then we'll talk about what I really want." His khakis made him feel overdressed, but taking them off would mean moving from this position and he wasn't ready to do that just yet.

PENELOPE McCARTHY 

The corner of her lips lifted in a small smirk, and leaning forward, she bumped her nose against his own and tilted her head slightly before halting her motions just as their lips were about to touch again. “As you wish.” Her eyes settled on his lips for a second before she closed the distance between them once more and drew him in another kiss. This time a bit more urgent. In this moment, Penny didn’t want to think about anything. Nothing but how soft and delicious his lips were, how warm his being was against her own and how much she yearned for this closeness. Although they had done a few things together, she enjoyed being so physical. It was something she loved immensely and that pretty much defined her. She needed the contact. Needed to give pleasure and get some of her own.

CONNOR HUDSON 

They'd been doing this for over a year now, so he could say that they knew each other pretty well by now. He knew where to touch her, she knew where to tease him. The more they did this, the more they learned - and the more comfortable they got, if that was even possible by this point. And he liked that. The closeness to someone, the fact that he constantly felt wanted and needed by someone. Sure, it was just sexual, but it was something he craved. A connection. Connor was starved for a true connection. So he kissed her a little more hungry than he had just a few seconds ago while his hands found her waist and then her back, gently pushing her forward as he leaned his body against hers. "You're so fuckin' sexy" he all but moaned against her lips, suddenly craving more.

PENELOPE McCARTHY

She whimpered quietly when their hips made contact again, her eyes filled with lust as she chewed on her lip. There was no going back now, and there was certainly no denying how much she wanted, no needed, Connor in that moment. Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck desirously, lips caught in a passionate kiss; she pressed herself against him. Not hesitating or holding back in the slightest. They were crushing into each other, madly. It wasn't long before clothes were stripped off and the pair was basking in the sensation of making each other feel good. Having reached her orgasm, Penny was clinging to Connor with a vice tight grip, all the while rocking her hips in a slow, randomized, motion. She couldn’t do anything more than press gentle kisses to Connor’s neck as they were coming down from their highs, her chest was moving rapidly with her breath against his and she couldn't feel her arms anymore. Her hands loosening and moving to roam down his chest. After a few moments of trying to control her panting, Penny's lips curled into a smirk; pulling away just enough to look at him. “Well damn.”

CONNOR HUDSON

When they were together, it was always earth-shatteringly amazing. They knew each other's bodies so well that they could elicit a moan with a simple touch or make the other gasp and beg with a small movement. It was always passionate between them. Connor and Penelope shared a connection that he hadn't shared with anybody else - clearly, given the fact that the camera was rolling. There was hunger, passion and an incessant need to do whatever it took to make her feel good. And he did. Constantly, at that. Every moment and every movement was for Penelope. That's how it was again, like always. Every kiss and whisper, every touch of his hand, every thrust, every moan that escaped his lips. Everything was for or because of her. Unable to catch his breath just yet, Connor held on to her as tightly as she held on to him, wordlessly asking her to stay and not move. They were so good when they were together, but this time it felt even better. "God, baby" he chuckled after a moment and kissed her hair a few times, "that was..." He couldn't find the words and instead, he mirrored her smirk. "Damn" he nodded, "that was... damn."