#int: f2f

[switchaveryabrams]

Shortly after waking up on this bright, Sunday morning Avery picked up his phone with the intention of texting Fletcher. As he stared down at the phone screen, he realized that he had a better idea and put his phone down. Instead, he got some coffee going and quickly made some breakfast, enough for two. Then he quickly packed it up in a tidy basket, with the food in their own individual containers and the coffee in a thermos with sugar and cream. That left his hands free when he made it to Fletcher’s door, so he could knock and then wave when the other man answered. “Hi.” @fletchmeeksswitch​

[lunarlonewolf]

When Dustin arrived, it felt like they’d been flirting for hours based on the tension rising. At the knock on his door, Omar was swinging the door open within seconds and he didn’t stop moving until he had an arm around Dustin’s waist, the other on his cheek, and their lips locked in a kiss. 

[fearleaderfabray]

Well, good morning to you too. 

@itsoliverbray​

[domdarksiren]

“How long before they kick me out, ya think, if I climb that ice sculpture to the ceilin’?” 

[tgaomarshanaa]

“Hey, babe? I made us some dessert. I hope you’re still hungry.”

@theosterlinghearts​

[charmingnoble]

“It’s me and you again this weekend, prince, how do you feel?”

@blakeevansafter​

[sumisopolito]

There were a million different things that someone could think about Polo if they knew who he was and what he had done, and there were a million different things they could want to do to him. The first one that came to mind was the day he’d gone over to hang out with his best friend Guzman only to wake up duct taped to a chair so that he could be interrogated. The girl that Polo had almost killed was Guzman’s sister, so it was understandable. Anxiety kept adrenaline pumping as he made his way across campus from McKinley, through the courtyard, and into Dalton and up to the suites. At Hayden’s suite, he sighed, ran his hands through his hair, took a pill to calm himself, and knocked. @domhaydenn​

[monsieurbeausmythe]

“You’ve been quiet.”

@tgaliamsterlingsub​

[lovelycassieainsworth]

Having spent more and more time with Blake recently, the man was on her mind as she wandered campus late, late this night. She might look impulsive, and sometimes she was, but there were other times when she thought and thought and thought about what she wanted to do. Tonight, that led her to standing outside Blake’s building. She counted the windows, then bent at the knee to pick up a rock and tossed it up at the right window.

@luxeblaketurner​

[tgatutor]

“I feel like I need to warn you, your sister enrolled.”

@guerinteedsatisfaction​

[i-think-i-want-a-taste]

Please anyone willing to chat with a 30F bisexual whose husband is accepting of experimental lifestyle… pelase Dm. Need lots of advice and friendship

[subteddyatluxe]

@domcarterm​

[lunarlonewolf]

“Hey, you. I can go on break-- unless you’re looking for a drink first.” 

@itsdustinhenderson​

[itspatrickcommerford]

As their text conversation progressed, Patrick wanted to both hurry and take his time. Mark was of great interest to him and he was finally really getting somewhere. They had held each other all night long the night before and there was a promise to do so again, along with a promise of other things as well. Patrick kept his phone close as he walked, holding it up against his chest where he could see the screen when a new text came in, when he would abruptly draw it up in front of his face to read and reply. When he got to the door, he touched it with his fingertips and chose to sink to his knees and snap a picture to send instead of knocking. Let Mark know that he was there, waiting where anyone could see him in a position he never put himself in unless it was sexual; and there was no nudity in sight, so it was clearly something more. 

@markatluxe

[domdarksiren]

“I think we should keep off of social media still, just stay away from it for a while. There’s no point.” Vic didn’t want to see Emile get upset about all of the tension, or end up feeling like anything could happen like back in the days of the rebellion when everyone was fighting over politics because that’s what it was starting to feel like. He kept them away from the windows too, noticing the Flanagan standing out in the courtyard with a Clarington, looking like he used to look with his gang. Vic knew this prickling, electric tension in the air like he knew his own name. “How are ya feelin’?” Just in case. Maybe Em had already seen it. Or, maybe he felt something about something else entirely. Like his older sister finally showing up. 

@sub-emi​

[writtenbyharold]

I have something for you.

@domnickandros​